For respect I'm going to omit some of the information and change certain detailsWhen the time of the offering came, it didn't seem strange to me that he would pass by instead of his assistants, at least in the sector where I was, nor did I care too much when each one put what they wanted and could into the bag as I touched my hands. He had been looking at me in a way that bothered me and I imagined it was because of how I had dressed for the cult, but to me it was normal: A long-sleeved pink shirt, black jeans, and shoes of the same color didn't seem anything special to me, maybe it was my movements, but in reality I had no idea why he was looking at me with so much intensity even while giving the message. The hours passed and the temple began to empty slowly, very slowly because the one directing the message was still talking but maybe what was most important had already happened, the truth is that I knew little and nothing about the general functioning because it wasn't my usual thing, but they said everyone has those spiritual periods from time to time where we need a place to shelter ourselves from the world that only wants to consume us, well, at least in my case it was getting more like that. Literally, there was no one left in the church, almost no one really because there were people who always stayed for their personal questions and I had stayed or pretended to stay just to contemplate when that man came up to me and said he wanted to talk to me alone, the first thing that occurred to me was that he was going to tell me something about my behavior, my movements, my way of directing others or whatever, everything in my case was criticizable from a certain spiritual perspective if you want. We went to a place behind where he had given his message, I don't know why, but I felt a little excited and also repentant, although I didn't know well what I should be repenting for. You look very nice today – he said in a very low tone, looking at me with certain authority. I wasn't saying anything yet, just staring without moving or doing anything. I'd really like to invite you to some place outside this location sometime, but I need you to promise confidentiality if you accept - and if you need money, I don't have a problem with that – keep talking like those people who want to say everything they have to say quickly because of nerves, but I suppose also in case someone was listening.
After hearing it and noticing he had stopped speaking without saying another word that could compromise him, I responded - I'd love it! You tell me where and when – then I told him how much I wanted for my confidentiality, knowing he couldn't turn back by then, even if he could deny everything and point at me.
A few days later we met in a plaza near the place of worship, he was dressed normally like an ordinary citizen, with a relaxed air that I hadn't noticed before. When he finally arrived at my meeting, he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek that slid towards the corner of my lips and then confessed.
Let's go home, we have to be careful – I said coldly.
I thought it was strange because even though I knew his house was behind the place of worship, but you entered through a street I recognized as not very visible, which gave him privacy all the time and I understood why he used that resource besides the obvious one.
We didn't talk much on the way, he was still nervous at least until we got to his house, where it was just after closing the door that I kissed him like I really knew how to do it and where I could savor in his lips the need to have me for a long time.
Even though he was dressed normally, my morbidness prevented me from not imagining him in the attire I normally saw him in, the attire of all life. When I took my face after kissing him and put him on his knees in front of me Explode with pleasure, even before starting to lick his member after he took off his pants, not just to lick it but to savor it and have everything inside my mouth that wasn't stopping salivating at the moment, the flavor in my mouth was simply perfect at that moment and I understood that this man had been feeling no pleasure for a long time, I came too quickly for myself, but he asked me to wait a few minutes before trying again.
He got up from the chair where he had been sitting while watching me masturbate, we were both completely undressed by then and I couldn't control my lustful gaze, that gaze that always said: Do whatever you want with me, I'm yours!
He approached me and put me on my feet, I turned around looking at the wall and in a second he was inside me, my anus was closed at the moment but I managed to make his cock enter with force and saliva, I screamed, I loved it and he kept moving for both of us, bending down so that my Booty would rise more, then he took hold of my hair and threw himself onto an old wooden table, there I made him look while opening my legs with his hands and entering me again, he let me salivate a little into my anus while he entered to avoid hurting me too much, although I think he wanted to hurt me. He gave me a nickname that I won't say but he wanted me to remember it and the other one had a special name too.
With time, sex became more and more intense, we repeated several sexual positions and ended up in his room, he wanted to hold me tight and on top of him on his bed before coming again, but this time inside and in my Booty.
I stayed at his house all day and he took me as many times as he wanted until night, we preferred both that I left at that hour to avoid absurd risks for him and to ease the way out of the place because he asked me to see each other frequently with his rules and my costs, there was no problem for that, we knew both were safe due to the confidentiality we needed, although in reality it was his fantasy, the reality is that the only one who would be complicated if this experience came to light would be him. When we parted ways I kissed him once more, I left without thinking too much but knowing I had had one of the wildest experiences of my life and that maybe it was part of the service I owed to the community, being the sexual object for men.
After hearing it and noticing he had stopped speaking without saying another word that could compromise him, I responded - I'd love it! You tell me where and when – then I told him how much I wanted for my confidentiality, knowing he couldn't turn back by then, even if he could deny everything and point at me.
A few days later we met in a plaza near the place of worship, he was dressed normally like an ordinary citizen, with a relaxed air that I hadn't noticed before. When he finally arrived at my meeting, he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek that slid towards the corner of my lips and then confessed.
Let's go home, we have to be careful – I said coldly.
I thought it was strange because even though I knew his house was behind the place of worship, but you entered through a street I recognized as not very visible, which gave him privacy all the time and I understood why he used that resource besides the obvious one.
We didn't talk much on the way, he was still nervous at least until we got to his house, where it was just after closing the door that I kissed him like I really knew how to do it and where I could savor in his lips the need to have me for a long time.
Even though he was dressed normally, my morbidness prevented me from not imagining him in the attire I normally saw him in, the attire of all life. When I took my face after kissing him and put him on his knees in front of me Explode with pleasure, even before starting to lick his member after he took off his pants, not just to lick it but to savor it and have everything inside my mouth that wasn't stopping salivating at the moment, the flavor in my mouth was simply perfect at that moment and I understood that this man had been feeling no pleasure for a long time, I came too quickly for myself, but he asked me to wait a few minutes before trying again.
He got up from the chair where he had been sitting while watching me masturbate, we were both completely undressed by then and I couldn't control my lustful gaze, that gaze that always said: Do whatever you want with me, I'm yours!
He approached me and put me on my feet, I turned around looking at the wall and in a second he was inside me, my anus was closed at the moment but I managed to make his cock enter with force and saliva, I screamed, I loved it and he kept moving for both of us, bending down so that my Booty would rise more, then he took hold of my hair and threw himself onto an old wooden table, there I made him look while opening my legs with his hands and entering me again, he let me salivate a little into my anus while he entered to avoid hurting me too much, although I think he wanted to hurt me. He gave me a nickname that I won't say but he wanted me to remember it and the other one had a special name too.
With time, sex became more and more intense, we repeated several sexual positions and ended up in his room, he wanted to hold me tight and on top of him on his bed before coming again, but this time inside and in my Booty.
I stayed at his house all day and he took me as many times as he wanted until night, we preferred both that I left at that hour to avoid absurd risks for him and to ease the way out of the place because he asked me to see each other frequently with his rules and my costs, there was no problem for that, we knew both were safe due to the confidentiality we needed, although in reality it was his fantasy, the reality is that the only one who would be complicated if this experience came to light would be him. When we parted ways I kissed him once more, I left without thinking too much but knowing I had had one of the wildest experiences of my life and that maybe it was part of the service I owed to the community, being the sexual object for men.
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