Chapter One Hundred And Eleven Vincent's agonized cries echoed through the dimly lit arena as he clutched his broken legs, the aftermath of the most perilous boxing match of the year. The air buzzed with a mixture of tension and disbelief as onlookers watched the once-mighty fighter crumble before their eyes.His coach, a grizzled man with a weathered face and a heart heavy with regret, rushed to his side. "Vincent, we need to get you to a hospital. This is bad," he said, urgency in his voice.Vincent, tears streaming down his face, could only manage a pained nod. The arena, once filled with the cheers of eager spectators, now felt like a haunting echo of his shattered dreams. Conversations among the crowd hushed to whispers, a solemn acknowledgment of the brutal toll the match had taken.As paramedics hurriedly arrived, Vincent's mind drifted back to the decisions that led him to this harrowing moment. He couldn't escape the regret that gnawed at him, regret born from the choice to

Chapter One Hundred And Thirteen Vincent decided to go far away to think about his life and start afresh without knowing that his life is about to take a new turn. Fast forward a month or two. I pulled into the parking lot at the hotel. The place was in the middle of nowhere, and left much to be desired. It was desperately in need of a remodel, I thought as I walked inside. Soon, I was escorted to a wing of the building which essentially consisted of a hallway constructed in a large square, with guest rooms and restrooms on either side of the hall all the way around the square.It seemed like our group, whoever that was, had the wing to ourselves. All I can really recall, looking back, is that the whole wing, which was probably sixty rooms in total, seemed to have all the doors thrown open as if waiting for people to just choose one and step inside. I really don't know what the purpose was, but I could surely see that the rooms needed work. The bedspreads were hideous, the carpet was

Chapter One Hundred And Fifteen ""See, isn't it slutty and sexy? It really turns me on! Now tell me how much you like it - how much it turns you on - and you can go back to watching me suck him," replied the blonde."Well, I - I," the brunette began, before pausing. Her face shone red once again, embarrassed by the dirty talk in which her friend was forcing her to engage."Go on," said the blonde. "You what?" The brunette turned her head at the floor in shame as she sat on the edge of the tub. As she looked up, the blonde opened her mouth and teased her friend, and me as well, placing her lips just millimeters from my cock before pulling away, awaiting her friend's admission."I - I like to watch - to watch you suck his cock," said the brunette at last. She spoke softly, and I could hear the shame in her voice."And?" Said the blonde. The brunette cast her head down again, took a deep breath, and sighed. At last, she raised her head."And it really turns me on." This time, I could he

Chapter One Hundred And Seventeen Now she moved in closer to me. The space between our bodies mostly evaporated as she put her arms around me again. Her stomach moved to meet my hands, and she took short, quick breaths each time I touched her or scraped my fingers across her body. It was arousing her, and knowing it was arousingvher just made me want her more. She pressed her stomach against mine, and I slid my hands up her sides, inside her shirt, all the way up to her shoulders and then over her head, taking the shirt along as she raised her arms, allowing me to remove her shirt.The brunette, having seemingly moved past the stomach foreplay, at least for the moment, started to move more quickly. Taking my right hand, she placed it over her left breast, and I cupped it and squeezed. It didn't take long for me to move my other hand to unhook her bra, with her breathing becoming short and more heavy as I did so. "Take it off," she whispered as we started kissing again. It fell from h

Chapter One Hundred And Nineteen ""I can't believe I'm saying this - but yeah - it's so sexy - I still can't believe I'm actually doing this." She laughed another nervous, shy laugh as her friend took my cock and started sucking. I was a little rougher with her."You like tasting your friend's spit on my cock, slut?" I asked, grabbing her head and forcing her to go deep."Mmmhmm," was all she could manage."Yeah, you like sharing cock. I think you've done this before, haven't you?" "No," she said, pulling away. "But I always wanted to." I forced my cock back into her mouth, and began to buck my hips a little."You like being the school slut, don't you, sucking off random guys? I bet you can't wait to go back to school and get as much dick as you want, can you, slut?""I love being the school slut," she said as she pulled away again. "And when I go back, I'm going to suck off anybody that wants me.""Such a nasty fucking slut," I said, forcing her head on my cock again, fucking her m