LOGINTHEME: THE PRIEST'S BIG DICK
"Father, forgive me, for I have sinned,"
It was the typical mantra over and over. Father Benedict knew that. He had only joined the convent for two years and he was pretty much used to the trembling confessions. Half of these people were going to repeat their transgressions anyway. Oh, he would know, he used to be one of those people.
The woman in the confession stand was new. He had never seen her before. She was pretty faced, with a bit of makeup highlighting her lips and skin. It was lovely. His gaze roamed down her slender neck and he choked on his spit.
"Tell me more...child,"
She had a skin-tight black dress on and her tits were propped up in her dress and they jiggled a little when she shifted in her seat. She was not a child! And who the hell wore that to a confession anyway? Her t
Thursday 2:16pmWhoo! Today was crazy. I skipped school today. I know I couldn't, Mom would probably kill me, but I had a better subject to study, Mr. Martinez.I thought he was gonna drag me to his bed and rail me like a caveman. Instead? He made me sit in a chair like some bad student. I swear, what is it with men and chairs? I had gone over to his place to be punished, and instead, he just sat me down and stayed with me for like forever.Well, I'll admit it worked because the more I sat there before the tall man with the stern look on his face, the wetter I got.Then he started talking, and the floodgates opened."You like spreading your legs for my son and his idiot friends?”Excuse me? My whole face went red, but my pussy clenched so hard, I almost started humping the chair.Mr Martinez may have th
Eric was asleep, and Ethan stood by the doorway trying to steady himself. He had practically fucked her on the couch like a madman, but then Eric woke up, and he couldn't have her anymore. His son was important.But it only made him yearn so badly for her. Fuck, Poppy probably hadn't realised he was an insatiable bastard yet, and she would run for the hills when she learned of his dirty desires. She walked out of Eric's room, and he held his breath until she closed the door. Her eyes met his, sucker punching him in the gut with that seductive look."Hey," She whispered, and that word was enough to set his cock ablaze.He held up his silk tie.“Give me your wrists.”For a moment, she hesitated. Then, shyly, she lifted her hands. The second she did, he bound her wrists together, firm
Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home this early. The meeting had been endless, yet they stopped by four, and he had wasted two more hours at a bar, trying to waste time and perhaps forget the redhead nanny in his home.After what happened in the bathroom, he had felt ashamed of himself and reminded him of all the reasons why he shouldn't fuck Poppy, despite badly wanting to.All the frustration and aching need hit him when he walked into his home and saw her.Poppy was curled on the sofa in a loose cardigan and shorts, reading. Eric must have fallen asleep, and Ethan hoped his son had because he was getting mesmerised by her long, sexy legs and the way her hair spilt down her shoulders, soft, messy. His cock lurched when he saw the swell of her breasts through her top and remembered how deliciously naked they had looked.The look on her face was his undoing. He
The cuffs had barely been undone before Molly shoved her arms free, yanking the gag out of her mouth. Her chest heaved, sweat dripping down her cleavage, and her nipples red from the clamps.Her thighs were still slick with her juices. And then she snapped.“You fucking bastards,” she screamed. “You think I’m leaving like this? After everything you’ve done, after you teased me like this? Fuck you! I’m not walking out without some cock inside me!”The crowd roared, half in shock, half in lust at the blatant way she asked for it, but Molly didn't give a shit. The grins in the producer's face told her this was what they had wanted.“I want it now," Molly spat and pointed at the men on stage. “One of you, get your cock out! I’ll suck it! And someone else better be behind me by the time I’m on my knees, because I&r
The audience went wild at the sight of the slutty girl cumming a second time. Despite shuddering and convulsing from cumming, Molly's hands clutched Dave’s thighs, dragging his cock back into her mouth, desperate for more.Dave nearly lost it at the sight. “Greedy little slut!"Her muffled moan of agreement sent another hot pulse shooting through him. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to pull back before he came."Stop," the producers ordered, and both of them groaned."What? Please, I need..." Molly trailed off. She needed more time with his cock, and preferably it would end with him spilling deep in her throat."We'll move to the next audition. Go get cleaned up, Molly."She groaned, still horny as she dragged herself off the toy. She had been assigned a team
Molly was back.Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked into the audition hall, and she grinned as everyone in the room watched her. She was a bombshell of a beauty, and she knew that.The producers of the agency she was so determined to join also knew that because they kept making her 'audition' for specific roles. She had thought she had already proved to them that she wanted in this business just for the fun of it.She loved cocks. She loved fucking. So she might as well be getting paid for doing the things she loved. A win-win situation, if you asked her. The audition room this time had not just Dave and the filmmakers, but also a small crowd of men who already had that hungry look in their eyes.Her eyes landed on the bench-like contraption in the centre of the room. It had a thick, black si







