I was recently, shamefully, in the news. For activities that we tried to cover with lies. Now those lies are blooming into accusations of vote tampering. And my conscience must come clean to appease my favorite diety. And of course because criminal charges come with a prison sentence.
This is hard for me as I am a man of the Word and am ashamed my lust for others has brought me such shame.
I spent hours on my knees. In the bedroom. In the garage. On the floor next to the dining room table. Even in the mens room at work. On my knees with my mouth working prayer after prayer.
It just seemed to make it worse.
This sinful triangle of love was not all my fault. I admit my lust drove me to sin but I hardly sinned alone.
"Jane" lusted after me. And was obsessed with my befouling her feet. I would need considerable encouragement to accomplsh such a feat. But "Sam" yearned for Jane and appeared quite willing to waste his seed anywhere.
So I thought of a solution.
We would share each other in sin. But the only excuse we could find were our election activities as a way to get the time away from our families to do this. So vote night was our only option. As to the place, well Sam wanted to be fellated on the dais and I nearly burst dreaming of providing him his fantasy. I prayed for hours until my knees were raw thinking of my own sinfulness.
So we were able to get one of our uniformed friends to let us in. Sam knew some special hand signal to give the guard to be let in. I think the club they are in has something to do with chickens as he mentioned kluckers.
The building was by then only occupied by ourselves and the closing staff. Venturing down a long hall we heard footsteps and the squeak of the housekeeping cart. We rushed into the first door that would open for me. I took two steps into the closet and struck a wall, I turned around quickly to warn the others only to become pressed against the wall by the weight of both Jane and Sam as they rushed in and closed the door behind them. Her breasts were pressing against my belly. And I yearned to be in her place as Sam was just as firmly pressed into her backside as I was to her front.
We tried not to even breathe loudly as the squeak, squeak, squeak of the cart would roll down the hall and pause for a few minutes. Presumably in order to provide service to each office. The small room quickly became muggy with our combined breath and the close conditions. With the amount of anticipation to being able to explore our fantasies I nearly sinned in my pants.