MasukSister Grace's POVI am alone in the chapel, and it is long after midnight mass.the candles upon the altar burn low. My habit clings to my bodyIt hides my curves, yet I can feel the burning heat inside me. All these years I have kept my vows, but tonight,I break them. Father Elias is at the altar, arranging the relics - a silver chalice,the small golden cross, the embroidered cloth. He is tall; his black robe outlines his strong body. I look at him,My pussy's already wet with just the thought of what was about to go down .I stepped closer,my shoes soft on the stone floor. 'Father,' I sayLow, my voice is constant.He turns; his eyes find mine. I see shock-and then something else ,lust.I reach up and loosen the ties of my habit, letting the top fall open. My big breasts spill out, full and heavy, nipples hard in the cool air.They are pale, the pink tips pointed at him. His gaze drops to them; his mouth falls slightly open.'Grace, what are you doing?' he asks, not budging. I
Lila's POVI stand in my dark room,the scents of herbs and candles thick in the air. Finn kneels before me,.I was naked skin smooth, pale, curvedinviting. My breasts are firm,nipples already hard from the anticipation.Tonight I dominate him with it. My lover is strong, eager, yet now mine to command.I raise my hands and my fingers trace symbols in the air.The spell's words leave my lips in a low chant. Energy gathers in my core,warm and tingling.First, it rushes to my chest. My breasts thickened , heavy and round.The skin stretches tight,with veins faintly visible under the surface.Milk begins to form insidepressure building until droplets bead on my nipples: fall down my stomach,warm and sticky. I cup them, feeling the weight, the fullness making me ache with need.The magic shifts to Finn.I point at his Dick,watching his balls expand.They hang lower,swelling larger than usual,skin taut and shining. He groans,he shifts on his knees as the pressure builds inside hi
Doms POVI drop to my knees, sitting back onto the cold tile floor of our restroom , eyes glued on Jade standing over me.She's my sub, naked and ready.her legs spread wide open Her pussy lips are already swollen.a bit of moisture glistening there.I feel my cock harden just by looking at her.This is our ritual - that golden shower, so wanted by us both. Filthy and raw - and it gets us so fucking hot."Start now, Jade," I said,my voice firm.She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance.I watch her face tighten with effort.A second passes,Then I hear the first trickle.Warm golden piss hits my chest,Splashing against my skin.It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out.The stream is stronger,hitting me right in the center of my chest.running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach.The smell hits me—sharp,musky, all her.I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.the piss pooling a little around my knees before dripping off.Jade adjusts her aim, higher this time; now it sp
Owen's POVI sat in my office chair, watching Tessa across from me on the couch.She was my client and came for stress relief sessions.Today!I decided to deepen the hypnosis.Her eyes were already heavy as I swung the pocket watch in front of her face.'Tessa, relax deeper now,I said-in a low tone -'Your eyelids are so heavy. You feel safe and obedient.''When I count to three, you will be wholly under my control'.I counted slowly: one, two,three. Her head drooped down forwards, her body went limp.'Good girl,' I said. 'Now, stand up and remove your clothes.'Begin with your blouse.' She didn’t argue her fingers faltered over the buttons.She undid the buttons, one after another, until the blouse gently slid off her shoulders.Her bra was made from white lace.cupping her medium-sized tits. She reached back and unhooked it,Let it fall to the floor.Her nipples were pink and already hard from the cool air.'Now your skirt,' I commanded.She unzipped it and let it fall down her hi
Pat's POVI sit in my small apartment at the city tower,neon lights illuminating from the outside creating shadows in the room through the window. It's dark,and I'm by myself again.I'm 20, an engineer who repairs drones all day, no friends,no girlfriend. Tonight, I think, test out the new sexbot I purchased. Her name is Aria.The package sits on my bed,black and shiny. I unzip her and take out the instructions.Simple to accomplish:connect the power cable, press the activation switch on her neck.Aria lies back,her smooth and white body, like smoothed plastic but warm, and firm to touch.She's got long black hair, pink lips, and curves that look real enough.Her eyes are closed, chest not moving. I plug the cord into the wall outlet.A soft hum starts up. I press the button. Her eyes abruptly spring open, blue for a moment,then revert to natural.She slowly sits, her movements rigid, no swaying."Hello, Pat," she says in a cheerful voice."I am Aria, your friend. How can I as
Nate's POVI walked back into the dense woods behind our family cabin, leaves crunching under my feet .Brooke right next to me , her hand brushing against mine every other step.It's our second day at this vacation, and tension has been building since we arrived.Our parents were back at the cabin with everyone else, I'm sure, making lunch,but Brooke said earlier she wanted to show me somewhere she found. those eyes were telling me otherwise . She's 19 and has that stringy build from track running,and I've caught myself staring at her round ass in those shorts too many times.We push through a thick bush and come into a small clearing,sunlight filtering through the trees. No one for miles around.Brooke is sitting next to me, her cheeks red. 'Nate, I'm always thinking about last night,' she says quietly.Last night we almost got caught kissing in the attic,fumbling with hands through clothes. I search my mind, my heart beating fast. 'Me too.' She's close now, her hands toying







