LOGINThe 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
For years I had been the one person Ethan always looked out for. Ever since our parents got married when I was sixteen he had been the older stepbrother who made sure I was safe, who walked me to the car at night, who sat with me when I was upset. Whenever he put an arm around me I still melted a little. Most people noticed how close we were. If they had known how close I secretly wanted us to be, they would have been shocked.I had liked him from the very beginning. At first it was just a quiet crush, the kind you keep to yourself because the other person is family now. As the years passed the feeling only grew stronger. I watched him date other girls, come home late, and treat me with careful distance, always the protective older brother and never anything more. I told myself I had accepted it. I hadn’t.One of our favourite things was still going to the Sunday matinee together. We watched whatever was showing – comedy, horror, anything – as long as we sat side by side. That par
I was at the office Christmas party that year and the whole group of us left work together and walked over to a hotel that sat just a short distance from the building.There were roughly forty people from different departments and we all settled into a private room for a sit-down lunch. The staff kept the wine and beer coming and the glasses never stayed empty for long.Conversation got louder as the meal went on and most of us were well on the way to being properly drunk by the time the main course arrived. I was single at the time and Sue who worked as the secretary for the regional manager was also without a husband though she did have a boyfriend she went home to most nights.Her boss had asked her earlier in the week to wear a Father Christmas outfit so she could hand out the gifts after the meal. She arrived in a short red dress that clung to her figure in a way that made every man in the room look twice.The material sat high on her thighs and the
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






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