MasukThe two new men stepped fully into the room and shut the door behind them. One I recognized from the gym—the quiet one who had spotted for me on the bench press—while the other was a stranger, taller, broader across the shoulders, with the same solid build the rest of them shared. They undressed without ceremony, eyes already on the mess between my legs and the five men still surrounding the bed.Marcus never left my side. He kept one hand on my hip, steadying me while the new arrivals took their places. Cole moved back to my mouth. Derek and the scarred man took my hands again. The gym spotter climbed onto the mattress between my thighs and pushed into me in one long, continuous stroke, sinking deep through the thick combination of cum already leaking out of me. The stranger waited his turn at my side, stroking himself slowly while he watched.I was past counting. My body had stopped distinguishing one cock from the next; there was only the stretch, the wet sound of it, the heat o
I woke up alone in bed. The sheets beside me were cold. Marcus’s weight and warmth were gone, leaving only the faint scent of his skin and the deeper, heavier evidence of what he had left inside me. I shifted carefully and felt the thick, sticky mess between my thighs. His cum mixed with Cole’s, still leaking in slow pulses whenever I moved. My body ached in the best and worst ways: sore from the gym, stretched from the night before, and heavy with the knowledge that this was my last day.Sunlight cut across the carpet in a hard white line. Checkout was at noon. I sat up slowly, wincing at the pull between my legs, and reached for the hotel phone. The charity that had sponsored the weekend needed a final thank-you call; I had promised to check in before I left.I dialed the number and waited. The line rang twice before a cheerful voice answered.“Hi, this is—” I began, then stopped.The door to the room opened without a knock.Marcus stepped in first. Cole followed. Behind them ca
I pushed the door open with one shoulder, still feeling the slow warm trickle of Cole’s cum sliding down the inside of my thighs, and stopped when I saw him. Marcus was already in the room. He stood near the window, arms folded, looking out at the city lights. When the door clicked shut he turned. For a moment neither of us spoke I must have looked exactly as spent as I felt—hair damp at the temples, cheeks flushed, the dark patch on my shorts impossible to hide. “You look exhausted,” he said quietly. “Come here.” I didn’t argue. My legs were shaky and the ache between them had settled into a deep, constant throb. He guided me toward the massage table he had already set up in the middle of the room, the same one from the night before. A clean sheet was draped over it. Soft music played from the small speaker on the nightstand. “I figured you might need this after whatever you put yourself through today,” he said again. “Lie down. On your stomach.” I pulled the tank
I was already on the treadmill trying to work the lingering soreness out of my body when he walked straight up beside me and rested one hand on the console.“You’re the guest from fourteen-oh-eight,” he said, voice calm and low enough that only I could hear it over the machine. “Marcus mentioned you last night. Said you might appreciate a more thorough workout while you’re still in the hotel.”I kept running for another few seconds before I slowed the belt and stepped off, breathing harder than the pace alone should have required. He was tall and solidly built, the kind of man whose body looked like it belonged under a firehouse or a badge, wearing a black tank that clung to his chest and grey shorts that left very little to the imagination. The name tag on his shirt read Cole.“And what exactly did Marcus tell you?” I asked.He smiled, the expression slow and knowing. “Enough. Come with me.”He turned and walked toward the private training room at the back of the gym without waiting
I would normally never stay at a high-dollar hotel like this, but the charity I volunteered for had awarded me a weekend stay at this place as a thank-you. A complimentary massage was part of the package. Standing in the middle of the plush room, I still could not believe I had actually picked up the phone and called the concierge to have a masseur sent up. My heart was already beating faster as I answered the door wearing only the hotel’s thick white robe. It was long and soft and wrapped around me completely. Naturally, I was naked underneath it. He stood there in the hallway, tall, lean, carrying a folded massage table under one arm. He gave me a slight grin. “Good afternoon,” he said, voice low and calm. “I’m Marcus. The front desk said you requested a massage.” “Yes,” I answered, stepping aside so he could enter. “Come in.” He set the table down and began unfolding it with practiced movements. “You’re in experienced hands,” he promised, still smiling a little as he s
I kept my eyes closed under the spray, but I felt her watching me.Marissa stood just outside the glass, clothes in her hands, staring at my cock. It was already half-hard again, heavy and swinging with every small movement. I didn’t cover myself. I never did when she looked at me like that.I could almost see the memory hitting her the same way it always did.The first time.Senior year. Our parents had only been married a few months. I’d come home from wrestling practice, stripped, and stepped into the shower without locking the door. I was already stroking myself when she walked in for laundry. She froze. I saw her through the glass — eyes locked on my fist working my cock. I should have stopped. Instead I kept going, harder, watching her watch me. When I came, thick ropes shot almost two feet and splattered the tile. She didn’t move. Her hand just slid under her sundress and rubbed between her legs while she stared at the mess I’d made.She didn’t leave. She opened the shower door
I froze right there on the marble platform, still dripping with oil and cum, my legs shaky. My heart slammed against my ribs as the sisters rushed me toward a heavy tapestry on the far wall. “Quickly, hide!” Sister Veronica whispered, pushing me behind the thick fabric just as footsteps echoed do
I froze, Father Ren’s thick cock buried deep in my ass. My heart slammed against my ribs as Father Elias stepped inside, his sharp eyes taking in the entire scene — me bent over the altar completely naked, Ren’s cock stretching my asshole, Sister Veronica’s fingers still buried in my pussy, and
I hesitated even as Father Elias locked the confessional door. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Father Elias… this is madness. I just came from confession with Father Ren. I’m still… I’m still full of his cum. This is wrong. What if he finds out? What are you really trying to
I slipped through the side door of the cathedral just after midnight, my heart hammering against my ribs. My pussy was still sore and tender from the night before, yet it was already wet again, aching to be used. Father Ren’s cum had long dried on my skin, but I could still feel it's trace. I







