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“You’re fucking crazy,” your friend said as she watched you put on your makeup.
“I know. But I know that priest feels something for me.”
Your friend playfully rolled her eyes.
“And I’m going to make him an offer he cannot refuse.”
“Whatever. Will that skirt come back with stains on it?” Your friend said as she watched you change into her clothes.
“We can only hope,” you said jokingly as you added the final touches to your hair.
“Good luck, text me if you need anything.”
You smiled at your friend and headed out into the night. You knew that Father Paul was nocturnal. You always saw the church lights on at night, and you knew it was him.
Ever since you moved to Crockett, you swore that the priest would give you flirtatious glances. You’d always return them of course, but it felt like the time to take action. So, you borrowed your friend’s more revealing clothes and decided that tonight would be marked by temptation.
As you walked down the path, you heard occasional commotion coming from the forest. After another rustle of the leaves, you picked up the pace towards the church.
You finally arrived, and sure enough, the lights were on.
You slowly opened the large doors and saw Father Paul sitting in the pews. It was perfect. Surely he’d at least let you blow him. You closed the door behind you and slowly walked over to him.
“Father…?” You said.
You looked down at him, a Bible in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other. He nearly choked on the wine when he saw you. Perhaps the skirt was a bit too short…
“Y/n, ahem, what can I help you with?” He said as he nervously closed the book. He set the bottle of wine down on the floor out of sight, but it was obvious that you had already seen it. You tried not to stare at his bulge through the jeans.
“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to chat,” you said as you sat next to him. You picked up the bottle and took a swig of the wine. It was bitter, but you were determined to keep a brave face.
“Chat, huh?” He stayed silent for a moment. “Wearing that outfit?” He finally said.
You blushed at his directness. Suddenly, it didn’t feel like you were the one with all the power.
He chuckled and took the wine from your hands, taking another sip. He set the wine down on the other side of him, so it was harder for you to reach.
“Don’t feel like sharing, huh?” You said as you leaned down to grab the alcohol. When you leaned across him, your face was dangerously close to his crotch. Your face was practically in his lap, and you swore you saw something twitch in his pants.
You brought the bottle up to your mouth, but he quickly reached up and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from drinking.
“What do you want, y/n?” He said sternly as he used his free hand to pry the alcohol from you. He knew that you were an adult, but not of the legal drinking age. Plus, he felt guilty giving alcohol to a girl much younger than him.
“You know what I want, Father,” you said. You drew out the syllables of the last word to tease him even more.
He set down the bottle and took a deep breath. He looked at your desperate eyes, and for a moment, he looked just as desperate as you.
He gripped your shoulders tightly. His jaw was tense, and it looked like he was turning over all the options in his mind. No matter what he chose, you were happy to be in his grasp. He slowly began to lean his head down towards yours. You closed your eyes and puckered your lips for a kiss, but it never came. After a few seconds of silence, you opened your eyes. His face was close to yours, but it didn’t seem like he had any intention of kissing you. It made you nervous. You’d never seen him be so serious, it bordered on menacing.
He took a deep sigh and pulled you over his lap. You blushed deeply as he flipped your skirt up, revealing your butt and sheer lace panties. You could feel his erection press into your belly as you laid across his lap.
You jumped when his hand came down and began gently palming your ass. You gulped in anticipation. You felt like you were going to burst from excitement. His finger curled around the fabric of your panties, pulling it tightly before letting it snap back against your cunt. You were completely on display for him. You couldn’t help but whimper in delight as his gentle hands grazed across the sensitive skin of your butt. Your heart fluttered at the prospect of him striking you. His fingers travelled down to your cunt, and it was already dripping in anticipation. He lightly ghosted his fingers across your painfully clothed cunt. Even through the panties, he could feel the wetness that had formed.
“Something tells me that you want this,” he said as he used his other hand to gently pet your hair. His other hand continued teasing your weeping entrance.
“Mmm, you want it too,” you said as you wiggled your body against his erection.
This earned a small chuckle from him. “You’re adorable,” he said as he watched you squirm against his light touch. “But you need discipline,” he said as he leaned down and kissed the back of your head. His hand raised up and left a harsh smack in the middle of your ass. He gave you another kiss on the back of your head to soothe the pain. He soothed the red spot that formed on your ass, just before raising his hand and striking the same spot again. He reeled his hand up and brought it crashing down. You were sure that a red mark had already begun to form. His hand went back to gently rubbing your skin.
Without even allowing you a moment to think, he spanked you again. And again, and again.
You were completely soaked. He brought his fingers down to your cunt and slipped them underneath the underwear. You moaned louder than you intended, but the feeling was too good to keep inside. He gathered up the wetness that had formed and brought his hand away. When he stayed silent, you looked back at him. He was licking your wetness off his fingers. This caused you to blush even harder than you knew was possible.
“You’re perverted!” You said jokingly. You arched your back more to tempt him to hit you again.
He spanked you harder this time, causing you to pout and look back at him.
“Don’t give me that look, you know you love this,” he said as he struck you again. He kept eye contact with you as he struck you. What turned you on the most was the flare of guilt in his eyes. Your mouth fell open as he slapped you again, and again, and again. You had mentally been keeping count, but that had gotten lost in the pleasure. He stopped for a moment and slid the Bible towards your face.
“Read,” he said.
You rolled your eyes and opened to a random page.
“And whatso-, ah,” you winced as he struck you again. Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, he spanked you again. “Whatsoever ye do in-.” You were cut off again by another harsh smack. You looked back at him as if to say ‘can I finish?’
He nodded for you to continue.
“Word or.” Smack. “Deed. Fuck.” Smack.
“Start over,” he said as he spanked you again.
“And whatsoever ye do in, ah.” Smack. “Word or deed, do all.” Smack. “In the name of.” Smack. “The Lord Jesus.” He gave you a particularly hard smack after this phrase. “Giving thanks to G-god.” Slap. “And the Fa-ather.” Smack. “By him.” You breathed out sharply once the verse was finished.
He said nothing to indicate if your punishment was over, but his fingers did travel down to your soaked cunt. He pulled the fabric of your panties completely over your bruised ass, revealing your bare cunt to him. You took deep breaths in relief from the constant bombardment.
He dipped his fingers gently inside, gathering up all the arousal that had leaked from you. You could hear him licking it off his fingers, but you were too exhausted to raise your head and watch.
“Are you a virgin?" He asked.
“What do you think?” You said sarcastically.
He chuckled. “Yeah, silly question,” he said. His fingers came back to your cunt, and he began slowly circling the entrance. You squirmed against him, hoping he’d put them inside. Instead, he began rubbing them vertically against your entrance. The tips of his fingers gently grazed your clitoris, causing jolts of pleasure to be sent through your tired body. He brought them up to his mouth and licked them again, but wasted no time bringing them back to where they were most wanted. You wanted to cum on his fingers, but he was moving them too slowly. Surely he knew this and was just teasing you.
Suddenly, he stopped. He soothed gentle circles into your back as he fished for something in his pocket. You waited nervously for whatever torture awaited you.
“That better be a vibrator,” you said as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was small enough to fit in his fist. You tried turning around to get a better look, but he kept you in place over his lap.
“Sh sh sh. You’ll like this,” he said as he petted the back of your hair.
Something that felt like beads rubbed against your cunt. At first, you weren’t sure what it was. You turned back and he brought it up and dangled it. It was his rosary.
You playfully rolled your eyes and spread your thighs a little wider. He rubbed the cold beads against your entrance. He stopped for a moment to wrap a section of the beads around his finger. You exhaled sharply when his studded finger entered you. The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever felt. The cold beads radiated cold heat against your warm cunt. He stuck a second finger in, covered in more of the rosary beads. You moaned and squirmed as he began fingering you with his beaded fingers. With the way it was wrapped around his wrist, the cold metal of the cross tapped lightly against your clit when he moved his fingers.
The scene was so erotic that you wished you could watch it from a bird's eye view. But, surely that wouldn’t be as good as experiencing it. He stuck a third finger inside, and nearly the whole rosary was inside you.
“You’re taking it like such a good girl,” he whispered as the beads rubbed against your walls. His fingers sped up, causing the cross to bounce even more against your clitoris. It was driving you insanely close to your orgasm, but wasn’t quite putting you over the edge. Out of desperation, you began jerking your hips forward to rub your clitoris against the side of his thigh. This was just the stimulation you needed to make you cum.
“F-father Paul,” you moaned as you came around his beaded fingers. Your walls spasmed and tightened in rapid succession as his fingers ceased their movement. Your whole body quaked as he slowly slid the beads out of your cunt. You could feel them exit one by one, along with his thick fingers. You sighed when you were empty again. You were already craving to be filled again, but this time, by what was underneath you. His erection had been pressing into your stomach for what felt like forever. You wanted to burst to your feet and show him how badly you wanted it, but your orgasm had your head spinning. Plus, the pain from the spanking hadn’t quite subsided. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when he finally spoke.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered in your ear.
The words brought you out of your drunken haze, and your head burst up. He chuckled as he played with your hair gently in his fingers.
“So eager,” he chuckled as he used the back of his hand to stroke your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.
“I’ve never met a priest that acts like you,” you said as you relished the feeling of him stroking your face.
“I know. Recent…changes in my life have caused me to lose all inhibition. The old me would’ve resisted your little plot,” he said as he gathered your hair around to one side.
“But you didn’t,” you said, giving him a sly smile.
He smiled back. “No, I didn’t. I’m far too old to resist temptation.”
“You’re not that old,” you said. You admired his kind eyes and gentle expression.
“Older than you think,” he leaned down and whispered. You blushed and smiled. It was true that you didn’t know how old he was, but you estimated that he was in his 30s, 40 at most.
He urged you up and sat you on his lap, facing him. You straddled your legs around his thighs and took a moment to admire his handsome face. You couldn’t wait any longer to kiss him. His lips were soft and gentle, just like his hands. He kissed you back as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in even closer. For such an innocent-looking guy, he really knew how to kiss. His lips worked their way down to your neck. His lips roughly teased the blood to the surface, leaving behind a small bruise. You moaned as he sucked another hickey into your neck.
“Do you trust me?” He asked as he kissed your neck.
“With my life,” you whispered back.
You winced as sharp fangs dug into your neck, creating two puncture wounds. His lips sealed around the wounds, and he began sucking your blood. He held you tightly against him as he drank from the crimson gashes. He possessively rubbed your hair and twirled it between his fingers as he drank your blood, perhaps to keep you focused on a less painful sensation.
As he continued drinking, you began palming his crotch. He got the message, and he slowly began unbuckling his belt. It made a clinking sound when it fell to the floor.
Satisfied with the amount of blood you’d given him, Father Paul released his grasp on your neck. You looked down at his face confused, but enamoured by his drunken expression. He smiled and brought your head down to kiss him. You could taste your ferrous blood on his tongue. You swallowed it down and hungrily kept kissing him. You moaned into his mouth as his crotch pushed incessantly on your cunt.
He released the kiss, but only to lean down and unsheath his cock. The moment his long cock sprang out from his jeans, you straddled yourself over it and slid your hips down.
You bit your lip and whined as his long, veiny cock split you open. He gently kissed your neck and palmed your breasts to soothe the pain of his intruding cock.
Once your hips were able to fully slide down against him, you slowly brought your hips back up and down again. As you did, he humped into you from below. Lewd sounds escaped his mouth, which was a delightful surprise. He was strangely vocal for a man who rarely spoke. He was nearly cross-eyed as you rode him. His hips desperately jerked up into yours, just to savor as much pleasure as possible.
Your lips met his in a haphazard kiss. The taste of blood still danced between your mouths as your tongues fought for dominance.
“Mmm, I’m gonna fill you with my beast,” he growled as he bent down to kiss your neck.
You nodded desperately, wanting his cum to mark the inside of you. You wanted every inch of your body to bare proof of his claim on you.
“And you’ll swell with the son of God inside you,” he groaned. “Fuck!” He said as his hips sloppily jerked against yours. His seed shot inside of you, and you made sure to milk him for every last drop.
When both your hips were unable to move anymore, you slumped against him. He held you gently, and it was clear that he was also exhausted.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing and panting, he finally gave the side of your leg a light tap.
“It’s midnight. Let me take you home,” he said.
“Mmm,” you groaned, not having the energy to get up. It seemed that he’d drained you both literally and figuratively.
He slid from underneath you and gently pulled your panties up. He fixed your skirt and leaned down, picking you up in bridal style.
“I’ll take you home,” he said.
You don’t remember getting there, but you awoke in your own bed. Worried that it was just a dream, you hurriedly looked in the mirror to look for evidence of the priest.
To your delight, your makeup was messed up, and your neck was decorated in bruises.