Popee The Performer Yaoi Novels & Stories

Papa’s shout distracted us. I looked to the side and saw Papa looking disapprovingly at us, his open laptop in his hands. A normal person would be embarrassed to have their father catch them making out, let alone making out with one man while another is behind you getting handsy. I, however, am not a normal person. I’m Zoe Petridis, and the Goddess saw fit not to give me a sense of shame or embarrassment. Instead, I focused on Papa’s laptop screen, where I caught a glimpse of my Mama.

"You know, for such a gentleman who took care of me so sweetly, you're awfully grumpy about receiving the same treatment." "That's because when you touch me, it's never sweet," he muttered, his voice already roughening. "It's always strategic and designed to drive me out of my fucking mind." "I have no idea what you're talking about," I said innocently, washing down his chest. My fingers traced each ridge of his abs, feeling them clench and tighten beneath my touch. "I'm just being a good wife, taking care of my husband." "Right. And I'm the Pope."

"Haha, so you've finally realized? But that is your own fault. You are merely a commoner born with the power of God. Your body is deeply filthy, and it insults God's grace." "So you think your body is more fitting?" "Of course. My ancestors and I, we have all served God for centuries." Elenor laughed bitterly before replying, "A body that abuses young nuns—are you certain this holy power will willingly dwell within you?" SLAP! The Pope struck her face. He had not expected the woman before him to know of his foul habit of sleeping with underage girls. "Pope, thre’s a problem!" A temple servant burst into the room.

Leo panted, his chin dripping with his own spit. "Hands behind your back," the priest ordered. Leo immediately clasped his hands together behind his lower back, thrusting his chest out. He knelt there, completely submissive, looking up at the towering man. Father Dominic wrapped his large hand around his own thick, wet shaft and stroked it slowly, right in front of Leo's face. "You want this load, boy? You want your Priest Daddy to pump his holy seed down your throat?" "Please," Leo begged, his voice cracking. "I need it. I need your cock, Daddy. Please fuck my mouth."

The old man forgot where he placed the Ring of the Fisherman, so he returned to the anteroom to search for it. “Are you looking for this?” the killer said. The young man had livid eyes, scorching yet piercing, penetrating the very core. Face to face with his attacker, the pope noticed the young man's pale countenance, like that of a living ghost. Pope Adrian XVII uttered a prayer to himself. He knew that the killer was sent by someone, someone whose power was greater than the pope himself. “You must be –" the pope did not finish his sentence. “So, you knew me, then?” the killer said.

“Please welcome, the man on God’s right hand, the pope bringing you hope, His Eminence Tupooooooor Haisman.” The cheering and whistles were enthusiastic without being all Nuremberg about it. The Pope came out to the lip of the stage (which was the top lip of the skull the temple was in the shape of) and raised both arms in acknowledgement. The music died down but kept going so you could keep your feet tapping or, as in Flossie’s case, keep swinging your hips.

(Sister Alicia) Seductively she looks up to the man. "Come here you slut..AHHHH!!…..Move it!!..You like that?!..AHHHHHH!". (Pope Leonardo) Seeing the nun seductive look, he grab her neck and lift her body entirely before holding her thigh in a M shaped, before dropping here on his lap, inserting his erected dick inside her honey wet snatch, she was convulsing as she was filled inside, Pope Leonardo immediately thrusting his hip a few times before ejaculating deep inside her.

Peabody? “No need for that right now,” he said, smoothing my hair back. “I want you to suck it,” I looked at him as he waited for me to fulfill his request. I kneeled down before him and stroked his member back and forth. A drop of clear pre-cum appeared as I stroked. I licked it away as I slipped him in my mouth. I cupped his scrotum and slowly sucked him between my lips. “OH SHIT!” he moaned loudly. He grabbed the back of my head and began to pump himself in my mouth. “YES!....aaaahhhhh,”

I’ve had the same guilty pleasure for almost three years now. His performer name is “Dominant Daddy Rex.” Early forties, tall, built like he spends half his life in the gym, salt-and-pepper hair always perfectly messy, deep voice that could melt steel. Every video is pure older-man fantasy: rough, possessive, filthy breeding talk that makes me come harder than anything else on the site. I’ve subscribed to his premium page since I turned eighteen, bought every PPV, left thirsty comments under a fake username he’s actually replied to a few times. Pathetic? Maybe. But nobody knows. It’s my secret escape.

He wasn’t capo yet, but his aura personified the title. As Papá and I came to a stop, the priest began his sermon. While everyone around me spoke a familiar language, what I heard was foreign, an unrecognizable agreement, such as the teacher from the old Peanuts cartoon where the words were garbled. I watched in slow motion as Papá lifted my hand from his sleeve and placed it in Dario’s larger one. The giving away of the bride. An object, a good for a service, a transaction.