LOGINI 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 felt different. Like I was forgiven for my sins. Next day immediately after mass, I ran to the underground chapel which was dimly lit by dozens of candles. Father Ren stood waiting in the center, tall and commanding in his black cassock. Sister Marg and Sister Veronica flanked him, wearing only thin white shifts that did nothing to hide their hardened nipples or the curves of their bodies. “Lock the door behind you, Tanya,” Father Ren said, his voice low and firm. I did as I was told, then walked forward on shaky legs. “Tonight we go deeper into your penance,” he continued. “Your lust runs too deep for simple absolution. Kneel on the altar.” I climbed onto the low stone altar and knelt. Father Ren stepped closer and lifted my dress himself, bunching it around my waist. He made me straddle a thick, polished wooden phallus that had been mounted there. The smooth head pressed against my entrance. “Confess while you sink down on it,” he ordered. I lowered myself slowly, gasping as the thick wood stretched me open. “Forgive me, Father… I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock all day. I touched myself twice before coming here…” He pushed my hips down harder until I was fully impaled, the carved cock buried deep inside me. I moaned loudly. Sister Veronica moved between my spread thighs and began licking my clit in slow, wet strokes while I rode the wooden shaft. Sister Marg stood behind me, reaching around to pull my dress down and free my heavy breasts. She squeezed them roughly, pinching my nipples until I cried out. “More,” Father Ren demanded. “Tell me every filthy thought.” “I… I imagined you fucking me in front of the entire congregation,” I gasped, rolling my hips. “I imagined your cum leaking out of me while I received communion…” Father Ren opened his cassock, his thick cock already rock hard and leaking. He stroked it slowly as he watched Sister Veronica’s tongue work on me. “Her cunt is dripping down the wood, Father,” Sister Veronica murmured against my pussy. “She’s soaking it.” “Prepare her other hole,” Father Ren commanded. “Her sin lives there too.” Sister Veronica moved her tongue lower, licking around my tight asshole while I kept riding the wooden cock. The sensation made my eyes roll back. Sister Marg slapped my breasts lightly, then harder, making them bounce as she twisted my nipples. I was shaking, close to the edge already. Father Ren finally stepped forward. “Stand up. Bend over the altar.” I obeyed on trembling legs. He positioned himself behind me and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my soaked pussy before pressing it against my ass. “This is where true cleansing begins,” he growled. He pushed forward slowly. I cried out as the thick head stretched my asshole open. It burned, but the pain quickly melted into dark pleasure. Inch by inch, he worked his cock deeper into my ass while Sister Veronica reached under me and rubbed my clit in fast circles. “Take every inch, Tanya. Offer your forbidden hole to God’s servant.” When he was finally buried to the hilt, I was panting and moaning uncontrollably. He started fucking my ass with long, deep strokes, each one harder than the last. Sister Marg climbed onto the altar in front of me, spread her legs, and pulled my face into her wet pussy. “Lick her while I fuck you,” Father Ren ordered, pounding me harder. I licked and sucked Sister Marg’s clit desperately as Father Ren fucked my ass without mercy. Sister Veronica kept rubbing my clit and occasionally pushed two fingers into my empty pussy, making me feel impossibly full. The pleasure built fast and brutal. My moans were muffled in Sister Marg’s cunt as I came hard, my asshole clenching around Father Ren’s thick cock. I screamed into her pussy as my whole body shook. Father Ren didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, growling, “This married ass belongs to the Church now.” He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and pushed me onto my back on the altar. Sister Veronica straddled my face this time while Father Ren thrust back into my pussy in one hard stroke. He fucked me deep and fast, his balls slapping against me. “Beg for my holy seed,” he demanded. “Please, Father Ren… cum inside me. Fill this sinful married pussy. Breed me with your sacred cum…” He groaned loudly and buried himself to the hilt. I felt his cock pulse as thick ropes of hot cum flooded deep inside me. The sensation pushed me into another shaking orgasm. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked from my stretched holes. The two sisters licked me clean, their tongues fighting over every drop that dripped from my pussy and ass. Father Ren stroked my cheek almost tenderly. “You took your penance well tonight, Tanya. Your holes are learning obedience. Go now… quietly. Come back in two days for the final rites” I nodded weakly, my legs barely able to hold me as I fixed my dress. “Thank you, father.” My pussy and ass were both throbbing and leaking his thick cum down my thighs. I felt filthy, used, and strangely satisfied. I slipped out of the underground chapel and moved carefully through the dark corridor toward the side exit, trying to stay silent. My heart was still racing when I turned a corner and suddenly collided with a tall figure. Strong hands caught my arms to steady me. Father Elias. He was younger than Father Ren, with sharp, handsome features and intense dark eyes that seemed to see right through me. The rivalry between him and Father Ren was well-known in the cathedral — they barely spoke. His nostrils flared as he took in my messy hair, flushed face, swollen lips, and the unmistakable scent of sex. His gaze dropped to the shiny trail of cum running down my inner thighs. “You’ve just come from him, haven’t you?” he said quietly, voice smooth but edged with something darker. “From Ren.” I stepped back quickly, panic rising. “Father Elias… I—I should go. Please, excuse me.” He didn’t let me pull away. Instead, he stepped closer, backing me gently against the stone wall. “Why are you running, child?” His voice was low, almost hypnotic. “I can smell what he did to you. I can see how he left you leaking like a used whore. Did he tell you he was cleansing you?” A faint, mocking smile touched his lips. “I could do it better…. he's just an old fet grump.” My cheeks burned with shame. “This… this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be here with you. Father Ren said—” “Father Ren is arrogant,” Elias cut in softly. “He thinks he owns every sinner who walks through these doors. But I’ve watched you. I’ve seen the way you look during Mass. You need proper guidance… not just rough fucking and empty prayers.” I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts even as fresh heat pooled between my legs. “No… I can’t. This is wrong. I have to leave. Someone might see us.” Elias leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re already dripping another priest’s cum. Do you really think you can hide what you are tonight?” His hand brushed lightly over my hip. “Come with me. Just for a moment. Let me show you what real devotion feels like. Let me taste what he left behind… and wash it away properly.” I hesitated, my body still buzzing from Ren’s brutal use. Part of me wanted to run. Another, darker part was curious… and aching. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered, voice shaking. “What if he finds out? What are you even offering me?” Father Elias smiled slowly and confidently. “Now come.” He took my wrist and pulled me gently but firmly into a small, private confessional on the far side of the cathedral, locking the heavy wooden door behind us. Holy Shit! I'm Fuckin another priest?The elevator ride to the penthouse was a silent, pressurized ascent. Ava leaned against the mirrored wall, watching me. “A final piece of advice,” she said, her voice low. “Ellie… she needs control. It’s how she breathes. But what she craves is to have that control taken from her. Not by just anyone. By someone she deems worthy. Show weakness, she’ll discard you. Show deference, she’ll be bored. You have to stand as her equal in this… arena. Challenge her. Dominate her. That’s the service you’re really being paid for.”The doors opened not into a hallway, but directly into a living space vast enough to induce vertigo. One entire wall was glass, framing a postcard view of Chicago at dusk. The interior was all cool minimalist lines, stark whites, and dramatic blacks.“Ava! And you must be Mr. Xanders.” The voice was a rich contralto, effortlessly commanding. Gianna Parkman emerged from the shadows near the window. She was taller than I expected, and the word “striking” felt inadequat
The air conditioning in Ava Reed's office was set to arctic, a stark contrast to the prickling heat crawling up the back of my neck. I sat in a chair that probably cost more than my car, trying not to fidget as she appraised my resume. It wasn't just a look; it was a dissection. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, moved over the paper like a surgeon’s scalpel.“Justin Xanders,” she murmured, my name sounding like a foreign currency on her tongue. “Twenty-two. Liberal Arts degree from a perfectly decent state school. A string of unremarkable part-time jobs.” She looked up, and that’s when I saw it—a flicker in her hazel irises that had nothing to do with professional assessment. It was hunger, pure and simple. “On paper, you’re one of a thousand. But we’re not hiring based on paper, are we?”I shifted, the expensive leather sighing beneath me. “The job posting was... vague. ‘Personal Assistant to the CEO, requiring unique qualifications and discretion.’ That’s all it said.”Ava leaned ba
The question hung in the air, thick and impossible. My brain short-circuited. Every instinct screamed no, that this was my stepmom, that my dad was out there somewhere, that this was a line you could never come back from. But my body screamed yes. My cock, still painfully hard and slick from her touch, throbbed in agreement. The sight of her standing there, fingers playing in her own wetness, her dark eyes daring me—it vaporized every logical thought. I hesitated. A second stretched into an eternity. I saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes, the fear that she’d pushed too far. That fear snapped something inside me. I nodded, a single, sharp jerk of my head. A victorious, predatory smile spread across Maya’s face. “Good boy,” she whispered. She didn’t lead me to the bed. She simply turned and walked the two steps to my desk chair, the one I’d just been sitting in. With a deliberate slowness, she bent over the back of it, bracing her hands on my desk. She presented herself to me
The house was quiet that Saturday afternoon.My dad was still out golfing, and Maya, my stepmom, had left for her yoga class an hour ago. She’s only twenty-four, six years older than me. She married my dad, a man twice her age with money. People talk, but she doesn’t care — But I do.Once her car was gone, I waited fifteen minutes. Then I went to my room and shut the door to get busy like I always be whenever she walked past me in those tinny leggings that outlines her ass.I pulled up to porhub on my laptop, lowered my shorts, and grabbed my cock.I closed my eyes, and when I opened it, I selected one of the many videos, and imagined the actress was Maya.She bent her big ass over to the camera so I saw her beautiful asshole and pink half shaved pussy. She twerked for a few seconds and turned back to sit on her bed and grabbed an eight or maybe 9-inch dildo, and began to fuck herself.My hand started moving slow at first, just getting into the rhythm. I watched the screen but I wasn’
Ich kniete auf dem harten Holz, mein Kleid bis zur Taille hochgeschoben, die Beine weit gespreizt.Der Priester, der für die heilige Kathedrale zuständig war, saß vor meiner geöffneten Muschi und nickte mir zu, dass ich mit meiner Beichte beginnen sollte.„Vergib mir, Vater, denn ich habe gesündigt“, begann ich mit zitternder Stimme. „Ich habe es nicht absichtlich getan, Vater. Mein Mann hat mich seit mehr als einem Jahr nicht mehr gefickt. Er nimmt sich andere Frauen und sogar meine eigene Cousine, aber er hat mich nie berührt. Also habe ich… angefangen, schlechte Dinge zu tun….“Father Ren, der aussah, als wäre er in den 40ern, räusperte sich. „Schlechte Dinge wie?“„Ich… ich finger mich jede Nacht direkt neben ihm im Bett.“ Schuldgefühle durchzogen meinen Körper. „Ich schiebe meine Finger rein…“Father Ren sah hoch, unsere Blicke trafen sich. „Wie viele Finger, Kind?“„Ich habe mit zwei angefangen, dann drei Finger in meiner Fotze und ficke mich hart. Ich reibe meinen Kitzler, bis
My name is Rachel. About five years ago my husband Daniel and I were in serious trouble. We had stretched ourselves to buy the house we both loved, the first real home either of us had owned. Then everything started to go wrong at once. Daniel’s old job disappeared in a restructuring and the new position he managed to get paid far less. At the same time I had taken time off after our first child was born. The mortgage that had felt manageable suddenly became a monthly crisis. We cut back on everything we could, but the numbers still didn’t add up. By the sixth month we were talking quietly about asking my parents for a large loan just to keep the roof over our heads. The thought of losing the house and having to start again with a baby felt like failure.Daniel worked longer and longer hours. He came home exhausted and still opened his laptop after the baby was asleep. Then a better job opened up inside his own division. The salary was almost double what he was earning, and the bo
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
CHAPTER 1 I knelt on the hard wood with my dress pushed up to my waist and my legs spread wide. The priest in charge of the holy cathedral sat before my opened pussy, and nodded his head that I should start my confession. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I began with shaky voice. “I didn







