Priest Story
The girl likes going to church and listening to Father K, but this time she wants more and stares at the priest. Father K’s glance at the girl is longer than it should have been. After a few moments he quickly turns away from the girl’s eyes. The girl looks back at him, at his long black gown, his face, his lips. Father K lets himself feel the pleasure of the situation, the pleasure of being watched by a vulnerable creature, something he does not normally do. He waits for the congregation to disperse and leave but the girl still stays watching him. He begins to wonder why. She then speaks.
“I feel like a filthy slut, Father K.”
Father K wonders if that was what she actually wanted to be.
“Why do you feel like a filthy slut?” Asks Father K.
“My father is in hospital, my mother is upset and my brother is smoking marijuana, and I have no one else to talk to.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, and I don’t want to talk to any one else.”
“But why does that make you a filthy slut?” asks Father K.
“Because ever since I saw you I have wanted you, to love you and cherish you. I have been listening to your sermons and they make so much sense to me. Please Father, let me kneel between your legs and give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”
“Let us get this straight: You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Well then get on your knees and beg for my cock to be in your mouth, you filthy slut.”
“Yes Father… I want your cock in my mouth so much, please let me lick it and suck it till I choke, please Father. I cant keep it a secret any longer. I want you.”
Father K gets up from his chair, puts both hands on the girls head and lowers his head down till it reaches his waist and her knees are on the ground. He then proceeds to unbuckle the belt on his trousers, unzip his fly and pull out his cock from underneath his pants. The girl goes to hold it with her hands and begins to rub it briskly. Father K’s cock begins to swell.
He grabs at the girl’s hair to tilt her head upwards.
“Open your filthy mouth and take it in, you slut,” he says.
The girl opens her mouth wide and Father K shoves his cock deep into it, forcing her head to go back and forth between his hands. The girl sucks and sucks while saliva dribbles down her chin. Father K pushes her head back and forth again and again and again till he cums, spilling it into the girl’s mouth and over some of her face.
“What are you?” Father K asks.
“A filthy slut, Father.”
“Who’s filthy slut?”
“Yours, Father.”
“Bend over.”
The girl bends over and Father K sits on the chair then pulls the girl’s bent over body onto his lap. He lifts the girl’s skirt up to her waist and pulls her knickers down to her knees exposing her ass. With his right hand palm down on the girl’s back he brings the left hand down to her bare ass and spanks it hard. The girl screams.
“If you’re a filthy little slut then what do you want me to do about it?” asks Father K.
“I guess I want you to like me for it,” she says.
“Like you?”
Father K, now furious, lands another slap on the ass of the arrogant girl.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bad girl?” asks Father K
“Well, that’s why I wanted to come and see you Father, to talk to you about it.”
Father slaps the girl’s ass for the third time now. Whack!
“Aaagh!” the girl screams. “Please forgive me for wanting you Father K, I cant help it,” says the girl while the pain of the spanking makes her eyes water.
Father K stops spanking and lifts the girl up by the shoulders to make her sit on his lap.
“So you now want to be good, is that it?” asks Father K.
“Yes Father K, I would do anything to make you happy.”
Father K smiles and kisses the crying girl on her forehead gently.
“Well, sometimes the only way to resist a temptation is to yield to it, little girl,” he says.
“Yield to me,” he whispers into her hear.
“Ok, Father K,” she replies.