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Tuesday, 21 June 2016
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The House of
Fox is a paranormal comedy that contains scenes of a sexually explicit nature.
drunken night on the town, four friends awake to find themselves in the House
of Fox, the ultimate brothel in the universe, where every sordid fantasy
becomes reality. But all is not as it seems. The House of Fox harbours many
dark secrets, and factions are plotting against one another.
newcomers must choose their friends carefully, and take care not to lose their
minds on the thrill ride of perversion that will carry them to the ends of the
Earth and beyond.
Voyeur in the Sky is watching . . .
The House of
Fox by SJ Smith is now available to pre-order through Amazon and will be
available for sale through all major outlets on the 30th of June.
“God, look at the
pair of them. They’re so fucking boring.”
Kitty was watching
the live feed from the video camera; grainy, blue tinged footage on a fat
“Like, any sane woman
would’ve been bouncing on Dylan’s cock the minute she stepped through the door.
But oh no, not little miss goody two shoes Donna; she’d never lower herself
into doing anything quite so lowbrow.”
Jane, who was
standing behind, massaging Kitty’s shoulders, nodded in full agreement.
“You know what? I’ll
take great pleasure in throwing her to the flames. It’s no more than the dismal
bitch deserves.” Kitty grabbed the clipboard and updated the dossier, scrawling
nothing happening in the relevant box. “And here’s me damn fool enough
to think pulling watch duty on that pair might prove fun.”
“Things may hot up…
eventually,” Jane offered.
“Are you kidding?
That bitch is so frigid she could raise penguins in her asshole.” Kitty
swivelled around in her office chair and trapped Jane’s legs between her knees.
“Fuck ‘em. Let’s get back to the game. Now remind me, honey pie, what was the
Jane shook her head, gutted at having squandered a four-nil lead.
“Then it’s time for
the big decider.” Kitty’s beaming smile lit up Jane’s world. “What do you
think? The loser has to do the next five hours’ watch?”
“Let’s do it.” Jane
strutted up to the mound, confident she could pull this off.
Kitty sat back in
her chair and spread her legs wide, hanging her knees over either armrest. She
licked her fingertip, parted her pussy lips and pushed three ping-pong balls up
her cunt. “Ready?”
nodded. She steeled herself in preparation, and tightened her grip on the spank
Kitty pulled a face
and thrust her hips, and a ping-pong ball flew clean out of her quim at high
velocity and came arcing across the office. Jane swung the paddle, but missed
by six inches. The ball sailed by and bounced off the coffee machine.
“Strike one,” Kitty
rolled out her shoulders to loosen them, and adopted the stance once again.
A second ping-pong
ball flew from between Kitty’s love lips, this time on a much lower trajectory.
Jane swung and caught the ball a glancing blow off the rim of the paddle,
sending it straight downwards, where it ricocheted off the floor and bounced
several times before dribbling to a pathetic stop between her feet.
“Strike two,” Kitty
yelled. “The game now rests on this one final delivery. Will she step up to be
a hero or will she fold under the pressure?”
Jane was focussed now. She took a few practice swings before crouching sideways
on. “Ready.” She would not miss – she
The third ball,
glistening with pussy juice, came spinning toward her, and she saw its
flightpath almost in slow motion. She swung the paddle, catching the ball flush
in the face, and sent it hurtling out through the open door into the corridor.
“Home run,” she squealed, and danced a celebratory jig. “I win, I win.”
“Pah, you got
lucky,” Kitty sneered.
“Luck had nothing to
do with it. I won thanks to my natural ability at the game.”
The game – which
they had been playing for the best part of two days – was called either Pussy
Ping-Pong or Beaver Baseball; they still hadn’t made a final decision as to
which they liked better. It had superseded ‘What’s the most unusual thing
you can shove up your ass?’ which Kitty had won by successfully ramming a
signed, first edition of Oliver Twist into her brown eye.
SJ Smith is a
neurotic recluse who lives in North Wales. It has long been his dream to become
a full time filth monger. If you’ve never had the pleasure of reading SJ Smith
before, his hilarious crime novel, Peeper, will be free from the 26th to the
30th of June on Amazon. Buy links can be found at www.sinfulpress.co.uk/Peeper