INICIAR SESIÓN~Marcella's POV~ I stood frozen in the doorway of our bedroom, the air thick with the stench of sweat and cheap perfume. There was my husband, Richard, balls deep in his office assistant...some twiggy little thing named Lisa, her legs wrapped around his waist like she owned the place. The matrimonial bed, our bed, creaked under them, sheets tangled and stained. My heart slammed against my ribs, a mix of rage and nausea churning in my gut."What the fuck, Richard?" I finally spat out, my voice cracking like cheap glass.He didn't even pull out. Just glanced over his shoulder, his face flushed and smug, thrusting lazily into her as if I were interrupting a boring meeting. Lisa whimpered, her eyes wide, peeking at me from behind him, but she didn't say a word...just quivered there, clinging to his back."Marcella," he grunted, not missing a beat. "You're home early. Look, babe, this doesn't have to be a big deal. We've been drifting. I want an open marriage. You fuck who you want, I
His fingers found my clit again, rubbing furiously as he choked me tighter. The lack of air amplified everything...the stretch of his cock, the friction on my nub. Pressure built, coiling tight in my belly.'Oh shit, I'm...ahhh!' My orgasm crashed over me, pussy spasming wildly around him, milking his shaft. I bucked and shuddered, moaning loudly, 'Mmmph! Yes, fuck, yes!' Waves of pleasure ripped through me, leaving me trembling.Donovan didn't stop, his pace frantic now. 'That's it, squeeze me...gonna fill you with my seed, baptize your womb.' A few more savage thrusts, and he buried himself deep, roaring as he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded me, coating my insides, leaking out around his cock as he ground against me.We collapsed against the table, panting, his hand finally releasing my throat. Red marks bloomed on my skin, a secret brand. He pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down my thighs, mixing with my own juices. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in the flickering ca
Warning: This story explores a holy, not so holy affair between a priest and a nun, who give in to lust and temptations of the flesh. Blasphemous and vulgar words will be used alot, so read with caution. ~Margaret's POV~ The clock in the cathedral's bell tower struck midnight, its deep toll echoing through the empty nave like a sinner's heartbeat. I, Sister Margaret, knelt before the altar, my habit pooling around me like spilled ink on the cold marble floor. The city lights filtered through the stained glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the crucifix that loomed above. I'd come here to pray, to beg forgiveness for the thoughts that plagued me these past months...thoughts of Father Donovan, the priest whose voice during sermons stirred something unholy in my core.Father Donovan was the epitome of restrained power...tall, broad-shouldered, with long dark hair he packed into a ponytail behind, and eyes that pierced like judgment day. He led our urban parish with a fer
The morning after Mia's midnight visit hit me like a freight train of regret and raw hunger. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, turning my room into a hazy glow, but my sheets were still crusty from last night...her juices, my cum, the evidence of our filthy secret tangled in the fabric. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, cock already stirring at the memory of her lips wrapped around me, swallowing every drop while those green eyes bored into mine like she owned my soul. 'See you tomorrow night, little friend,' she'd purred, kissing my spent dick before vanishing. Fuck, it was barely dawn, and I was already counting hours till dark. But today? Parents were heading out...Dad's work trip with her mom tagging along for some conference bullshit. The house would be ours. Empty. No interruptions.I dragged myself out of bed, briefs tenting with morning wood, and hit the shower quick. Cold water did nothing to kill the ache; if anything, it made me think of her body under the spra
The house was dead quiet that night, the kind of silence that amplifies every creak and sigh from the city outside our windows. Streetlights flickered through the blinds of my bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. It was past midnight, parents long since tucked in downstairs. Dad snoring like a freight train, her mom probably out cold from her shift. But me? Sleep was a joke. I tossed and turned on my queen-sized bed, the mattress springs groaning under my weight as I flipped for the hundredth time. My body ached, not just from the gym earlier, but from that unfinished business in the kitchen and on the couch. My cock was still half-hard, throbbing with unmet need, balls heavy and frustrated. We'd been so close...her pussy clenching around me, ready to explode...when that damn car engine ruined it all.I groaned into my pillow, mind replaying the afternoon like a filthy highlight reel. Mia bent over the counter, her ass cheeks red from my slaps, taking every i
~Michael's POV~ I’ve always known it was wrong, but fuck, living under the same roof with her made it impossible to ignore. My name’s Michael, 22, just finished college and crashing at home while I figure out my next move. Dad married her mom about three years ago...some whirlwind romance after both of them got divorced. Suddenly, I had a stepsister, Mia, who was 20, fresh out of high school and turning our quiet suburban house into a goddamn temptation factory. She wasn’t blood, sure, but that didn’t stop the lines from blurring in my head every time she strutted around like she owned the place.From day one, Mia knew how to push my buttons. She’d lounge on the couch in these tiny shorts that rode up her thighs, or bend over in the kitchen wearing a tank top that left nothing to the imagination. Her body was killer...curvy hips, full tits that strained against any fabric, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. Long dark hair cascading down her back, green eyes that sparkled with







