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Anything Goes
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Bi-Sexual Male / 52
I Fucked Myself In A Church
This website allows me to confess my sexual sin, yes my hypersexual desires and actions may seem out of control, and that's because they are. Years ago at age 24, I worked in a large church in a midsize town; I was the janitor and worked late on Wednesday nights.
Young and very hypersexual I would dare myself to do sexual acts, it became a sexual high and I pushed the limits to get the next sexual high something few could understand. The smell of women's perfumes and the way women dress in today's churches is outright Sexually suggestive, not to mention the way many women act. I saw and experienced things many wouldn't believe working in a few churches over the years.
Seldom did I ever not get horny at work, and had so many places throughout the huge church to masturbate and even get completely naked while on the clock. I even had a woman working on the other side of the church in the daycare who slipped me sexually filthy notes. She was married and did her best to seduce me at work (I wanted her c**t so bad). She would slip me notes telling me how she wanted to suck my cock and lick my ass nude in the foyer.
Even the older women in the office were hot and oozed sexual tension, I'd even caught them a few times talking about sexual desires, they didn't know I was just next to them in an adjacent room used for printing. To hear them talk sexually was so sexually exhilarating and made me so horny. I worked the entire church alone and had a schedule that allowed for plenty of free time. I knew the large church well and had my spots where I masturbated many times.
Wednesday nights after everyone left, and I finished my part, locking up for me was the best. The church became my sexual playground, I would go to the wedding room equipped with a shower and luxurious couches. I would get naked and use the couch to relax and masturbate, but the sexual high I needed sent me down a rabbit hole few could understand.
As the days and weeks passed the high needed to ejaculate grew darker, and the self-dares became very risky. I ventured from the wedding room to walking the halls nude, it was a high to walk into rooms completely naked with a stiff cock. At first, I didn't venture away from the wedding room too far, but as the need to fulfill my desires grew, I pushed the envelope. I was deep in a rabbit hole of depravity, and the need to act on my filthy thoughts grew bold.
Each hall was connected by doorways to the street, and the hall lights directly exposed anyone in the hallways, I'd become so bold and horny I would walk to the other side of the church (this was a huge church). I took my keys, crossed the outside courtyard, and explored the other side of the church which had 4 floors of rooms. While exhilarating, it wasn't enough, and I started feeling I was being watched (it turned me on to think someone might be watching me).
Knowing I had ventured the whole church nude over the months, and even masturbated in the breezeway, I sought some deplorable acts, It wasn't uncommon to find panties left in the baptistry changing rooms, or sexual toys left in the women's bathrooms. We had even found a few porn magazines in one of the adult men's restrooms. Honestly, these findings fueled my hypersexual tendencies and led to some sick fetishes.
One night after finding a purple pair of dirty adult women's silk thong panties in the wedding room, it confirmed I was being watched each week, "And I now knew who it was." I got naked and folded my clothes and took the dirty panties to the couch, I smelled them and started masturbating with them, the dirty cotton patch smelled and felt so good on my dick. Horny, I needed to act on a thought, with a sexual mission I boldly left the safety of the room. Down the end of the large hall, I entered the church sanctuary. "I had to act, dirty panties in hand," I turned the lights on, and made my way to the pulpit on the huge stage.
I laid on the stage and fucked my swollen dick hard edging myself, I would sniff the dirty panties and even started licking them to taste a c**t. I fucked my dick with one hand and fingered my ass with the other (I get off on the smell of my shit). I never knew the church had a system that recorded everything from the pulpit (a security system.) that system caught me fucking my cock and ass as I moaned and talked filthy out loud. "It caught the smacking sound of me fucking my cock. I made my way up the side stairs and into the changing rooms of the baptistry (hoping to find more dirty panties).
I couldn't help myself, I could hear the water system running and feel the heat from the baptistry. My cock got even stiffer, and I entered the baptistry and it was like a Jacuzzi mixed with a church sex show. I fucked myself bareback and stroked my thick cock intensely squirting my sperm all into the warm water. Discreetly I was asked by a woman who worked in the office about the panties, she said just be careful and that she liked what she saw.
Young and very hypersexual I would dare myself to do sexual acts, it became a sexual high and I pushed the limits to get the next sexual high something few could understand. The smell of women's perfumes and the way women dress in today's churches is outright Sexually suggestive, not to mention the way many women act. I saw and experienced things many wouldn't believe working in a few churches over the years.
Seldom did I ever not get horny at work, and had so many places throughout the huge church to masturbate and even get completely naked while on the clock. I even had a woman working on the other side of the church in the daycare who slipped me sexually filthy notes. She was married and did her best to seduce me at work (I wanted her c**t so bad). She would slip me notes telling me how she wanted to suck my cock and lick my ass nude in the foyer.
Even the older women in the office were hot and oozed sexual tension, I'd even caught them a few times talking about sexual desires, they didn't know I was just next to them in an adjacent room used for printing. To hear them talk sexually was so sexually exhilarating and made me so horny. I worked the entire church alone and had a schedule that allowed for plenty of free time. I knew the large church well and had my spots where I masturbated many times.
Wednesday nights after everyone left, and I finished my part, locking up for me was the best. The church became my sexual playground, I would go to the wedding room equipped with a shower and luxurious couches. I would get naked and use the couch to relax and masturbate, but the sexual high I needed sent me down a rabbit hole few could understand.
As the days and weeks passed the high needed to ejaculate grew darker, and the self-dares became very risky. I ventured from the wedding room to walking the halls nude, it was a high to walk into rooms completely naked with a stiff cock. At first, I didn't venture away from the wedding room too far, but as the need to fulfill my desires grew, I pushed the envelope. I was deep in a rabbit hole of depravity, and the need to act on my filthy thoughts grew bold.
Each hall was connected by doorways to the street, and the hall lights directly exposed anyone in the hallways, I'd become so bold and horny I would walk to the other side of the church (this was a huge church). I took my keys, crossed the outside courtyard, and explored the other side of the church which had 4 floors of rooms. While exhilarating, it wasn't enough, and I started feeling I was being watched (it turned me on to think someone might be watching me).
Knowing I had ventured the whole church nude over the months, and even masturbated in the breezeway, I sought some deplorable acts, It wasn't uncommon to find panties left in the baptistry changing rooms, or sexual toys left in the women's bathrooms. We had even found a few porn magazines in one of the adult men's restrooms. Honestly, these findings fueled my hypersexual tendencies and led to some sick fetishes.
One night after finding a purple pair of dirty adult women's silk thong panties in the wedding room, it confirmed I was being watched each week, "And I now knew who it was." I got naked and folded my clothes and took the dirty panties to the couch, I smelled them and started masturbating with them, the dirty cotton patch smelled and felt so good on my dick. Horny, I needed to act on a thought, with a sexual mission I boldly left the safety of the room. Down the end of the large hall, I entered the church sanctuary. "I had to act, dirty panties in hand," I turned the lights on, and made my way to the pulpit on the huge stage.
I laid on the stage and fucked my swollen dick hard edging myself, I would sniff the dirty panties and even started licking them to taste a c**t. I fucked my dick with one hand and fingered my ass with the other (I get off on the smell of my shit). I never knew the church had a system that recorded everything from the pulpit (a security system.) that system caught me fucking my cock and ass as I moaned and talked filthy out loud. "It caught the smacking sound of me fucking my cock. I made my way up the side stairs and into the changing rooms of the baptistry (hoping to find more dirty panties).
I couldn't help myself, I could hear the water system running and feel the heat from the baptistry. My cock got even stiffer, and I entered the baptistry and it was like a Jacuzzi mixed with a church sex show. I fucked myself bareback and stroked my thick cock intensely squirting my sperm all into the warm water. Discreetly I was asked by a woman who worked in the office about the panties, she said just be careful and that she liked what she saw.
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