로그인I 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 pushed open the front door of my parents’ house, dropped my rucksack on the foyer floor, and called out, “I’m home.”Three hours on the road from Vanderbilt. Final exams done. Summer stretching out in front of me. All I wanted was a few quiet months before sophomore year started.I barely had time to brace myself.Marissa’s head appeared from the kitchen. The second she saw me she let out a loud squeal and came flying down the hall. She launched herself into my arms the way she always did, wrapping her legs around my waist like she was claiming me.I caught her easily and laughed. At six feet and solid from the gym, I had no trouble holding her. She was only five-four, slender but soft in all the right places, with those heavy D-cups pressed tight against my chest.“Jesus, Marissa....”She didn’t let me finish. She was already kissing my neck and jaw, laughing against my skin.“You’re finally home,” she said between kisses. “I’ve been waiting all damn day.”I set her down. She staye
She proceeded to kiss my more and said, “Yes Jake anything, as long as I can feel your cock pumping inside me.” She went into her purse where she kept a travelers sample of Vaseline. She said she uses it as lip balm. Hmm? I decided not to even bother and question it. Anyway, she walked back to me and placed the Vaseline in my hand. I said, “Before I fuck you, you are going to have to get my cock ready. Are you willing to prepare my cock to fuck you?” She said, “Yes baby, tell me what you want me to do.” I said, “Here, get down on your knees. Take my cock in your hand. OK, now pull the skin back gently. Yes, that’s it. Now take it into your mouth and suck on it slowly. Make believe it’s a lollipop.” She did as I commanded. All the while look up at me listening out for more instructions. I told her, “Take my dick out of your mouth. Go lower and lick my balls slowly. Lick around my sac down to my asshole. Stroke my cock while you do it.” She followed every instruction to the letter
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







