Masonic Studs - Anointing With Sir St Michael
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When I entered The Order I thought I knew everything there was to know about, well, everything. I was confident to the point of cockiness. I knew what I desired in life and I knew how to get it. Frankly, I thought The Order was fortunate to have someone like me… Things began to switch from the moment I arrived. Within the ranks of these masculine, mystical men, I sensed almost constantly off my game. They made me question everything I’d ever assumed. Every time I began to think I had a treat on something, they pulled the rug out from under my feet. The senior me would have left within days, but something kept me there. Perhaps it was the desire to observe who I might become if I stuck with the program. Perhaps it was the way that my assets tingled furiously after it had been used by one of the Masters. Whatever the reason, I sensed myself increasingly, and almost obsessively, wanting to please. I didn’t know what to hope from my anointing. I was informed that the ritual would be overseen by sir St. Michael, whom I’d only seen from time to time around the complex. There was something about him which I found enormously compelling. He had this aura of confidence and sophistication which made it unlikely to sight at anyone else when he was around. I nervously entered a bright milky room and found him sitting, statuesque, on a chair, in a beautifully-fitted milky suit, shirt and tie. The room smelt pure, wealthy in a sanitization that was not chemical. tho sir St. Michael wore an expensive cologne, there were other more subtle aromas in the air, which made me wonder whether the rug and the billowing drapes had been infused with something… else. I couldn’t place what. I was transferred a robe to wear made from some kind of light muslin or cheesecloth. It was almost transparent and it did nothing whatsoever to disguise the hard-on which formed the moment I laid eyes on sir St. Michael. thru The Order, I had learned not to be shamefaced of such things. The Masters are happy for us to build up as much from pleasing them as they build up from being pleasured. He asked if I was ready. I nodded. I had no clue what to expect, but I have learned not to ask questions. He decorated his palm in super-hot oil before delicately running his thumb across my forehead, then over my eyes, my lips and then other parts of my body. The wipe of oil on my lips made me want to kiss. The mushy fondle of his fingers pawing different parts of assets made my loins ache, my own maleness stiffen and bounce. I began to quiver in anticipation, wondering which part of me he’d fondle next. My back, my nipples, my stomach... My entire assets was springing into life. Then he ran his oily thumb up and down the shaft of my penis and I accomplished a rush of delectation the enjoys of which I've never known. He liquidated his jacket. I marveled at the way his tailored cotton shirt clung to his fully-developed well-formed body. My overwhelming desire was to fondle him, to smooch him, to accept him… but I knew my place. He sat me on the chair and began to thrust his fingers into my fuckhole before wrapping his soft, super-hot lips around my dick. He pulled away from the blowjob and purposefully liquidated his belt and his gold watch, at the same time shooting me a sight which seemed to say, “we’re not almost done yet…” At that moment, he pulled me into him and we began to kiss. His smooch was so deep and passionate, it crammed me in ways I hardly understood. I’ve never been smooched like that before. His slippery tongue ventured into my throat and I fellated it in further. I was desperate for him to want me as much as I desired him. I spread my gams broad provocative him in. He pulled away and liquidated his tie, slowly unzipping his shirt to expose a clothing which clung to his pecs like a 2nd layer of skin. Then he unbuttoned his pants, uncovering a pair of almost transparent trunks. The outline of his rigid dick inside the light fabric was profound. From the moment I eyed it, I knew I needed to have it come in me. My mind and my assets both knew this my fuckhole immediately began to twitch. He stood me up and liquidated my gown, leaving me bare and vulnerable. I instinctively knelt and he encouraged me to get onto all fours. As his anxious tongue glided into my hole, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be able to sense his gorgeous manhood inside me. With every writhe and flutter, my assets yearned for him more. Unification was worth the wait. I sensed his huge, solid beef whistle slipping repeatedly over my fuckhole and then the sharp sensation of it coming in me. I won’t lie; it made me wince a little. Light crammed my eyes like a stab of pleasure. Maybe it was my imagination, but it sensed as tho my assets was bristling in all the places where sir St. Michael had anointed me. I sensed my fuckhole spreading and then a fountain of impressive eagerness surging thru my body. Then he pushed me onto my back. I knew from the upward curve in his dick that this was a position, and what he could do with it was going to be intense. I took a deep breath and, as he entered me, I entered a world of ecstasy. The head of his beef whistle groped repeatedly across my guts and crammed me with electrification. I desired to pull as much of him into me as I could. We sensed like the same animal 2 halves making a mind-blowing whole. A rush of profound joy crashed thru me and pre-ejaculatory fluid began to sploog defenselessly from the peak of my dick. I could tell by his yells that he was close and moments afterwards I sensed him convulsing brutally as a torrent of his spooge erupted into me. His dick remained there for some time afterwards, spasming as he smooched me tenderly. I lay there attempting to comprehend what I was experiencing, wondering if anything would ever sense this excellent again, yet knowing so much more was just around the corner. The Order, after all, always has plans.
When I entered The Order I thought I knew everything there was to know about, well, everything. I was confident to the point of cockiness. I knew what I desired in life and I knew how to get it. Frankly, I thought The Order was fortunate to have someone like me… Things began to switch from the moment I arrived. Within the ranks of these masculine, mystical men, I sensed almost constantly off my game. They made me question everything I’d ever assumed. Every time I began to think I had a treat on something, they pulled the rug out from under my feet. The senior me would have left within days, but something kept me there. Perhaps it was the desire to observe who I might become if I stuck with the program. Perhaps it was the way that my assets tingled furiously after it had been used by one of the Masters. Whatever the reason, I sensed myself increasingly, and almost obsessively, wanting to please. I didn’t know what to hope from my anointing. I was informed that the ritual would be overseen by sir St. Michael, whom I’d only seen from time to time around the complex. There was something about him which I found enormously compelling. He had this aura of confidence and sophistication which made it unlikely to sight at anyone else when he was around. I nervously entered a bright milky room and found him sitting, statuesque, on a chair, in a beautifully-fitted milky suit, shirt and tie. The room smelt pure, wealthy in a sanitization that was not chemical. tho sir St. Michael wore an expensive cologne, there were other more subtle aromas in the air, which made me wonder whether the rug and the billowing drapes had been infused with something… else. I couldn’t place what. I was transferred a robe to wear made from some kind of light muslin or cheesecloth. It was almost transparent and it did nothing whatsoever to disguise the hard-on which formed the moment I laid eyes on sir St. Michael. thru The Order, I had learned not to be shamefaced of such things. The Masters are happy for us to build up as much from pleasing them as they build up from being pleasured. He asked if I was ready. I nodded. I had no clue what to expect, but I have learned not to ask questions. He decorated his palm in super-hot oil before delicately running his thumb across my forehead, then over my eyes, my lips and then other parts of my body. The wipe of oil on my lips made me want to kiss. The mushy fondle of his fingers pawing different parts of assets made my loins ache, my own maleness stiffen and bounce. I began to quiver in anticipation, wondering which part of me he’d fondle next. My back, my nipples, my stomach... My entire assets was springing into life. Then he ran his oily thumb up and down the shaft of my penis and I accomplished a rush of delectation the enjoys of which I've never known. He liquidated his jacket. I marveled at the way his tailored cotton shirt clung to his fully-developed well-formed body. My overwhelming desire was to fondle him, to smooch him, to accept him… but I knew my place. He sat me on the chair and began to thrust his fingers into my fuckhole before wrapping his soft, super-hot lips around my dick. He pulled away from the blowjob and purposefully liquidated his belt and his gold watch, at the same time shooting me a sight which seemed to say, “we’re not almost done yet…” At that moment, he pulled me into him and we began to kiss. His smooch was so deep and passionate, it crammed me in ways I hardly understood. I’ve never been smooched like that before. His slippery tongue ventured into my throat and I fellated it in further. I was desperate for him to want me as much as I desired him. I spread my gams broad provocative him in. He pulled away and liquidated his tie, slowly unzipping his shirt to expose a clothing which clung to his pecs like a 2nd layer of skin. Then he unbuttoned his pants, uncovering a pair of almost transparent trunks. The outline of his rigid dick inside the light fabric was profound. From the moment I eyed it, I knew I needed to have it come in me. My mind and my assets both knew this my fuckhole immediately began to twitch. He stood me up and liquidated my gown, leaving me bare and vulnerable. I instinctively knelt and he encouraged me to get onto all fours. As his anxious tongue glided into my hole, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be able to sense his gorgeous manhood inside me. With every writhe and flutter, my assets yearned for him more. Unification was worth the wait. I sensed his huge, solid beef whistle slipping repeatedly over my fuckhole and then the sharp sensation of it coming in me. I won’t lie; it made me wince a little. Light crammed my eyes like a stab of pleasure. Maybe it was my imagination, but it sensed as tho my assets was bristling in all the places where sir St. Michael had anointed me. I sensed my fuckhole spreading and then a fountain of impressive eagerness surging thru my body. Then he pushed me onto my back. I knew from the upward curve in his dick that this was a position, and what he could do with it was going to be intense. I took a deep breath and, as he entered me, I entered a world of ecstasy. The head of his beef whistle groped repeatedly across my guts and crammed me with electrification. I desired to pull as much of him into me as I could. We sensed like the same animal 2 halves making a mind-blowing whole. A rush of profound joy crashed thru me and pre-ejaculatory fluid began to sploog defenselessly from the peak of my dick. I could tell by his yells that he was close and moments afterwards I sensed him convulsing brutally as a torrent of his spooge erupted into me. His dick remained there for some time afterwards, spasming as he smooched me tenderly. I lay there attempting to comprehend what I was experiencing, wondering if anything would ever sense this excellent again, yet knowing so much more was just around the corner. The Order, after all, always has plans.
Added: 2024-06-15 • Views: 13 • Duration: 28:02
