Bastian Karim and Scott Carter – Holiness

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Holiness – Bastian Karim and Scott Carter

In my line of work, there is no shortage of illicit activities that you may witness or directly participate in. By hustling for so long, I perfected my craft and both my name and face became something akin to legend. Powerful men have found their way to me, and as expected, they want me as much as they want the version of me they need me to be for them.

Little surprises me these days, but after realizing that the crowd will essentially be my go-between for powerful men, I’m not going to lie and say that I’m not at all surprised when I’m notified that a man from the Church is the one who hired me for that job. day. Even with the church’s reputation in tatters, there’s always something peculiar when you come face to face with a “holy man” wanting to anoint you with his dick.

Duty called and I entered the Church as ordered. I knew that priest, Father Scott, probably had at least one vision of me through a photograph. But I made sure to casually walk by his confessional while he was wrapping up his chores to make him look even better. The expression on his face was something to behold, both disbelief that I was real and mixed with a look of pure, animalistic desire.

He got up and left his booth while I stood there, taking in the beautiful art and architecture that surrounded me. He walked several steps and then looked at me, I turned my head slightly to meet his gaze and he almost motioned for me to follow him to his quarters.

I went in and watched him. He was the epitome of “ruggedly handsome.” A masculine bearded face and a clearly worked muscular body; it was easy to see in the outline of his black clothing and barely hidden by his priestly stole. He gestured for me again, this time to come over to him and visually observed me for just a moment before kissing me deeply. He didn’t hesitate to lick my mouth as deeply as possible. Not really in a rush, but also not like we had all the time in the world. A kiss that encompassed his lust, his desire, his need for discretion, and the quantified amount of time we spent together, all in one.

Needless to say, we were both tough as a rock. My shirt came off first and I could feel him tremble a little as I started to unbutton his shirt. He took off his own pants and sat on the bed expectantly. Something about seeing a priest’s hard cock was strangely invigorating. I have seen many, of all shapes and sizes, belonging to all types of men. But this was different, it felt “wrong” but it felt perfectly right. Stiff and squirming, deserving of being milked and relieved.

I knelt before Father Scott and there, on my knees, I began my real work. My mouth enveloped the holy man’s thick, uncut cock and he let out silent groans and growls, letting me know that this was what he wanted and needed.

He made me bend over the edge of the bed and spread my ass with his hands, letting his fingers prod my opening before bringing his bulbous cock to it. He used saliva to let it in and slid in as slowly as he could. But I could tell he was ready to go to town. He tried to slowly increase it, but it wasn’t long before he was pounding every way he wanted, stopping only briefly to taste me and then lubricate himself even more. He kissed me again, deeply, before sitting down on a beautiful old chair and beckoning me to ride him.

I could tell he really enjoyed watching me impale myself on him as he sat on his little throne, and he probably could have done that all day. But neither time nor his balls were on our side. He made me lie down on the bed and looked me straight in the eyes as he slid his hard meat back inside me. I was hard as a rock as he pumped in and out of me. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing with each thrust.

Almost involuntarily, but to her excitement, I lost control and blew my load all over my belly. This sent him over the edge, and he howled as he pulled out of my chute and blew his load all over my empty cock and balls. He kissed me one last time and when we both corrected ourselves, he caressed and kissed me softly before giving me a blessing before sending me on my way.

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