Gay Feet Worship Novels & Stories

"OH MY GOD!" To keep fucking with her head, Greg stopped and took his hand off his prick and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed as he pulled her back against his body. "No Karen, you cunt, your god isn't here right now. The one whom you've given your worship for years has abandoned you. I'm your god now. I'm who you will worship. You'll hate it, but your body will come to crave and need to worship me. You'll cum and scream only my name or master from now on. Let me hear you say it. Greg Masters is my Lord and Master. He is my god and I will give him my worship for the rest of my life."

A Mercedes Bens G63 came in and stopped next to us. “Who`s that now?” everyone took out their guns “Oh… I think it`s the surprise I was talking about.” “The new recruit?” asked the Advocate “More than that.” Black Jesus pulled me to the side as The Wise- thug came out of the car with two of his body guards. “I come in peace.” He spoke looking around the basement parking. “But you know I don’t have peace.” He laughed “What are you doing, Mastermind?” asked Black Jesus “What I should have done long ago.”

Did I even want to pray? As I continued to stare at Jesus' image, I felt another tear fall down my cheek. That tear was followed by another and another, and soon an entire sea of tears were trickling down my face. I stopped kneeling and sat on the wooden pew, my face in my hands. I sat there and sobbed, thinking that I shouldn't have even been in the church. I didn't belong there. God didn't want gays in his world. Lev. 20:13, "If there is a man who lies with a male as those who lie with a woman, both of them have committed a detestable act; they shall surely be put to death. Their bloodguiltness is upon them." I was surprised that a giant hand of God didn't come down and zap me right then.

Jayler was just eating while listening to their ruckus. "Everything Joyce. They're all sinful creatures created by Satan to spread sin in this world. They're the walking definition of sin, so you Jayler, I know you're a man and I want you stay away from them, I don't want you hanging out with gays and if I happen to see you talking to one, I swear to god, forget being my son" After the dinner, Jayler surrendered to his bedroom still thinking deeply about what's really wrong with gays or being one, well, aside from them being nosy and loud which is not the case as

And if the orgasms were real, who the hell needed anything else? Gaia was an underemployed, underappreciated, art major. She didn't have much going on between her daily shuffle to work, class, and the long commute home. The only thing that made life worth living lately, was this fantasy. Gaia’s vampire master was a kind but dominant lover, who pushed her to give him her all. Once she satiated his desires, he worshiped her like the goddess her mother and father named her after. The dream experiences led to new cravings. Gaia wondered if she should add new requirements to her Tinder dating profile: Must fuck me and worship me like the Earth mother goddess I am. She chuckled at her thoughts.

That night they called “Eternal Gratitude.” The sanctuary was packed beyond capacity. Torches burned low and sensual. The air was thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the heavy musk of devotion. Over one hundred and eighty bodies filled the space — Kanes, Vosses, and their growing global network. The encrypted stream surged past 82 million viewers. Sophia and Aurora stood at the center of the black marble altar, bodies glistening. Sophia’s pregnant belly was full and radiant, milk flowing freely. Aurora stayed pressed close, kissing and worshipping her sister’s curves with open hunger.

she whispered. The black band saw itself. It screamed. The Tail screamed with it from somewhere beyond the sky. Ra's solar boat lurched. The worship pressure broke. People collapsed, not kneeling now, just exhausted. The Prime Analyst spoke. COMPULSORY WORSHIP CLAIM DENIED. VOLUNTARY REVERENCE RIGHTS RESERVED PENDING REVIEW. Ben blinked. "Did we just regulate prayer?" "Provisionally," Priya said. Ra stared at Earth. The sun god did not attack again.

When Karter saw this, he slapped Zachary on the head as he cursed, “What the f*ck are you laughing at? Is there a problem if I worship Master Wade?” Zachary hurriedly said, “Chief Karter, there is definitely no problem with you worshipping Master Wade. However, the words ‘divine friendship’ does not seem to be appropriate here. Divine friendship applies when two people have a similar status, position, and the same style of action...” When Karter heard these words, he hurriedly said, “Okay, that’s enough. You can stop talking. Aside from worshipping Master Wade, you should not say anything else!”

While the ladies were all doing a good job at backing him up. Watching them randomly perform this beautiful and meaningful song by the icon Lady gaga put a subconscious smile to my face. The great thing about it was I got distracted and forgot about the dilemma that I am currently facing. They got my attention perfectly hooked and I’m not going to lie, my heart was jumping with such great joy on the inside. I never thought I need this amateur performance but the little gay August hidden inside of me was squirming in pure happiness. There’s a part of me that’s itching to jump right in with them and sing but then I remembered I’m still playing that straight guy that everyone has a crush on. I

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.