LOGINHannah’s heart raced as the first thick cock pushed through the glory hole. It was veiny and heavy with a wide flared head already leaking precum. She reached back spreading her soaked pussy lips wide and moaned loudly. “Fuck me raw. Use this cunt like a cheap whore.”The stranger did not hesitate. He slammed forward burying his entire length in one brutal thrust. Hannah cried out as he stretched her tight walls filling her completely. He was thick and long pounding her with deep powerful strokes that made her full tits swing beneath her. The wet slapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass echoed in the small booth.“God damn this pussy is dripping already,” he grunted through the wall. “Tight little glory hole slut taking cock like you were born for it.”He fucked her hard and fast gripping the edge of the wall for leverage. Each thrust slammed deep hitting her cervix and sending jolts of raw pleasure through her body. Hannah pushed back meeting every stroke desperate for more.
Hannah had grown tired of regular sex long ago. The predictable dates the polite foreplay the careful thrusting that never quite satisfied the deep aching need inside her. She was twenty six with a lush curvy body full breasts and a round ass that turned heads yet every man she dated treated her like something fragile. They kissed her gently fucked her missionary and finished quickly leaving her staring at the ceiling still throbbing with unfulfilled hunger.What Hannah craved was raw filthy use. She wanted to be reduced to nothing but a warm wet hole for strangers to pound without mercy. In her fantasies she was on her knees or bent over with multiple cocks taking turns stretching her pussy and filling her with load after load of hot cum until it leaked down her thighs in thick rivers. No names no faces no tenderness. Just brutal anonymous fucking that left her gaping swollen and dripping. She would finger herself at night imagining a line of men waiting to dump their seed in he
Father Damien finally pulled the thick red candle out almost completely, admiring the messy sight of her ruined hole. The thick red shaft glistened obscenely, coated in her creamy arousal . Her pussy gaped slightly, puffy and twitching, slick juices slowly dripping from the stretched opening.Without a word he set the candle aside on the bedside table and lowered his head between her trembling thighs. Amelia gasped as she felt his hot breath fan over her sensitive, abused cunt.“Look at this filthy mess,” he growled, his voice thick with hunger. “Your creamy juices all over your greedy little hole. Such a sinful sight for a man of God.”He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit, lapping up her warm, sweet arousal in one long, greedy stroke. The taste made him groan deeply against her flesh, the sound vibrating straight through her core and making her clit throb. Amelia’s hips jerked at the sudden wet heat, a shocked moan escaping her lips.Father Damien did not hold b
Amelia’s breath caught in her throat as Father Damien towered over her, the thick red candle gripped firmly in his large hand. The room was now dark except for the faint moonlight that filtered through the lace curtains, casting eerie shadows across his broad frame. His clerical shirt was still buttoned neatly, the white collar a stark reminder of his holy vows, yet his eyes burned with something far from sacred.“Keep those legs spread wide, little girl,” he ordered, his voice low and rough. “Let your guardian see exactly how soaked that sinful cunt is.”She obeyed without thinking, her thighs quivering as she held herself open for him. Her virgin pussy glistened obscenely, puffy outer lips parted to reveal the slick pink folds inside, still dripping from her earlier orgasm. The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, sweet and musky, mixing with the faint smell of melting wax.Father Damien leaned closer, his free hand pressing down on her inner thigh to keep her splayed even
Amelia had been living under Father Damien’s roof for six months now, ever since her parents, devout, terrified, and convinced the world was full of sin, had begged the handsome young priest to become her guardian. “Keep her pure,” they had whispered in the rectory that rainy evening, pressing her birth certificate into his strong hands like a sacred offering. Amelia was nineteen, untouched, and they wanted her that way forever. Father Damien had agreed with that calm, velvet voice of his, the one that made the altar boys straighten up and the widows clutch their rosaries tighter. “I will guard her soul as if it were my own,” he had promised, his dark eyes flicking to Amelia for the briefest second. She had felt that look like a match struck against dry tinder.Now she lived in the old stone rectory behind St. Agnes Church, a rambling house that smelled of incense, candle wax, and the faint, masculine musk of the man who slept just down the hall. Father Damien was thirty two, tal
The next day dragged with unbearable anticipation. Sophia sensed the charged air in the house, giggling more than usual as Lucia played with her in the garden. Draven worked in his study, but every time he emerged, his eyes devoured Lucia from across the room. She wore a simple white sundress that clung to her curves, the thin straps slipping off her shoulders and the hem brushing mid-thigh. No bra today, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric whenever she moved. Draven noticed immediately, his jaw clenching as he adjusted the obvious bulge in his pants.By evening the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. After dinner and Sophia’s bath, they tucked her into bed together, their bodies brushing constantly in the small room. The little girl fell asleep quickly, and they slipped out, closing the door softly behind them. In the hallway Draven turned to Lucia, his hand cupping her face as he backed her roughly against the wall.“I cannot wait anymore,” he gr
I still don’t know exactly how I ended up here, sitting at Elizabeth’s breakfast table with my heart hammering so loud I was sure they could hear it. Alex had been casual about it all week. “Just come over Sunday morning, babe. Mom wants to meet you properly. Brunch, nothing big.” I’d spent Friday
Mike’s cock was throbbing between their faces, slick with spit and pre cum, veins pulsing. Both women knelt in front of him cheeks flushed, mascara streaked, lips swollen and shiny looking up like they were starving for his load.Sarah spoke first, voice hoarse from gagging.“Fuck our throats unt
The days after that brunch felt like slow torture. Every time my phone buzzed I hoped it was her. Every time I showered I replayed her tongue sliding inside me, the way she’d bitten that breadstick like it was my clit she was tasting. Alex noticed I was distracted, asked if I was okay. I smiled, ki
The bedroom smelled faintly of Sarah’s perfume and the musky anticipation that hung thick in the air. The king-sized bed, where Mark had once believed he could satisfy his wife, was now the stage for her complete surrender. Sarah had already stripped Alex down to nothing, and the sight of him made







