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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My lover, Charles, that I wrote about before was a religious guy and had church connections.
During one of my visits to him a churchman called Oliver was present.
He was mid 40s, blonde, slim and posh. Also rich and a Tory. Of course he liked young men and as a gorgeous 18 year old he couldn't keep his eyes off me .
As Charles was in the kitchen, Oliver declared he wanted to fuck me. Charles simply said ok he could. Like an object I was stripped and fucked on the sofa. Charles came in and laughed but left us to it. I got two loads from Oliver, both in my bum . Charles didn't have sex as he was busy around his house. But he told me to be back tomorrow for sex specifically in his large bath.
Oliver was leaving and told me he needed some work done at the church he belonged to. An old one just outside town.
He just needed someone to lift boxes of hymn books from upstairs in the tower to down in a vestry.
I arrived in very short silky shorts and a t-shirt that showed my toned belly. Very 80s!
As I moved about he frequently slapped my bum. Needless to say when I was finished he locked the vestry door . It was mid afternoon on a week day so it was unlikely that anyone would come in, but just in case.
He removed the shorts I was wearing, no pants, and he pushed me over the desk scattering the old books upon it. He stripped, lubed with some sort of aromatic oil and fucked me. Afterwards he asked me about Charles. I sensed a little jealously that I was regular with him. Oliver got his fair share of youths but I was exceptional. It was the height of my dressing period and I tried to look quite girly but without make-up in public or women's clothes. It was the 80s so I wasn't really aware then of trans issues. I used to really fancy Marilyn the pop singer and she was about the only one I knew.
Oliver sent me home with the promise I wouldn't tell Charles. I met him again a few times. He liked taking me deep into the countryside. In shady glades he would lay a thick blanket and have sex with me. He wasn't massive but his cock was nice and solid. He took his time with me and usually gave me at least two loads before we went home. We also had sex in another very old church he knew. Plus the verger there was interested in me. Just for me to suck him though. Fifties, with massive balls and a cut large dick. I was spit roastesd by them in a rear chapel one very rainy afternoon. I was wearing lace black panties and I put stockings on when I was there. Plus lipstick and eye make up. I looked good. Charles has taken to shaving my bum, legs and pubes so I was looking amazing.
After sex they both sat on pews in the actual church. I walked about in my stockings and heels and full of spunk. The verger had a camera and took photos of this. Probably still locked in a church drawer somewhere! It was very quiet and I was able to walk to the car nude. I sat in the back and Oliver drove me to a very remote area. I remember the spunk from my bum on his slippery leather seats. I walked with him just wearing a short puffy coat and naked below. It had stopped raining. He found this quite kinky and so did I. My cock was hard all the way through those woods. I got another fuck over w talked tree and then whilst walking back we bumped into another gay friend of his. Stocky and hunky. Some gay activity went on about there.
His friend chatted and I felt really amazing on Oliver's arm like a tart. Then the guy pushed me back into the trees where he performed a blow job on me. I had to reciprocate after and got another load of spunk to swallow .
Oliver eventually got caught up in a scandal of some sort and Charles grilled me about him. I confessed and got in trouble about it . But I knew he was turned on so I made even extra effort to be nice and I was almost immediately back in Charles bed reading a book on classics whilst he reclaimed my ass .
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