“I don’t know, at first I felt weird, a little pain when my hymen broke, but few seconds later, I was moaning and groaning in ecstasy. He called me a good girl and said I will be his slut forever. When he saw how well I was enjoying it, he grabbed me by the throat and fucked me hard. He fucked me fast and hard. I can still remember the sound of our skin flapping against each other.”
“How did he feel about taking your virginity?”
“He felt proud and loved. He told me I had given him the most precious gift in the world. And begged me never to fuck anyone else.”
“And did you promise him?”
“I couldn’t. I didn’t want to restrict myself to him.”
“So you cheated on him?”
“Yes, once. But I regretted it. It wasn’t worth it. My Daddy was better than any other man out there. He’s still my favorite, even in death. I dream of fucking him. He loved me, he loved my clit. I loved him too. I loved all he did to me, from that night, I became a nymphomaniac. I became his little slut. I can’t help it, but sex was meant to be enjoyed. Why would anyone want to give up in sex?”
He didn’t answer, he is lost, he is pounding his cock hard without any shame. He is cautious not to make too much noise, I have to listen carefully to be able to hear sounds coming from his lips. Sounds that let me know he is enjoying every second of this lecherous experience. My fingers are in my pussy too, fucking my pussy with careless abandon. I decide to push him over the edge,
“I know you want this wet pussy. You want to lay me down on your bed and place my legs on your shoulder. You want to aim your hard cock at my unrepentant cunt, don’t you?”
No response. Just moans and cock jerking and pounding.
“You want to fuck my pussy hard and make me scream like a slut. You want to give me pleasure with your hard cock and make me scream till I cum all over your hard cock.”
By now, he is moaning uncontrollably and loudly. Anyone who is even remotely close can hear both of us. That inspires me even more. I am making him lose control. He is someone else, he is no longer a priest, he is a man driven by his natural desires to release and satisfaction. I feel a little guilty, but I can’t stop. I am in a zone of sexual frenzy that can only be satisfied by my intense orgasm. I put my leg up on the wall, slide my fingers deeper inside my pussy and I let out an audible gasp. I love the fact that he has become very vulnerable to me. We are both in a zone of sexual and emotional honesty, no hold backs. He is betraying all that was sacred and all he knows to be righteous. He is a man after all. Hearing him murmur some dirty words pushes me to the edge and I begin to orgasm. I have to bite my lip to keep me from screaming. I look at my partner in crime and he is spurting out ropes of thick cum. I wish I can reach over to him and just lick him dry.
“Thank you, I feel so comfortable talking to you. Good thing I am not a member here because I would never leave this booth.” I say to him as I begin to straighten up my clothes.”
“You’re welcome. You can come see me anytime you like. I also give free counseling.” he replies in a shaky voice as he tries to clean up the mess he created. Breathing heavily, he says, “You never told me your name.”
But I am done, I am never going to see him again. I quickly walk out of the booth pretending not to hear him ask for my name. As I step out of the building, I exhale and say, “That one was for you Daddy.”
“Hello Child, are you okay?”
I feel a very cold breeze swipe across my body, I open my eyes and find myself lying on the bench. I see a priest standing by me, his voice was what woke me up. I must have fallen asleep on the bench when I came to sit here. I cried myself to sleep and dreamed about seducing and pushing a priest to sin against his religion? What was I thinking? I look at the priest, he is nothing like the one I just saw in my dream. So not attractive with a big pot belly, bald and old.
“Are you the priest in charge here?” I ask.
“Yes I am Child. Now did you need anything, oh please don’t tell me you are drunk!” he exclaims.
“Oh no Father. I am not drunk. I am bereaved. I just needed a place to clear my head.”
“I am so sorry for your loss. Do you want to come in and talk about it?”
“No father, I am fine now. Just falling asleep here has really helped me. Thank you. If you don’t mind, I will like to take my leave now.”
“That’s okay, but if you ever need to talk to someone, please stop by. The house of God if open for everyone.”
I quickly get up and rush out of the church premises. Some how, I feel relieved that everything was a dream, I would never have been able to forgive myself for really making a priest sin. Yes, I know, the Bishop is a man of God too. But heck! That man was already rotten before I met him. I didn’t spoil him, he spoiled me. He’s a sick pervert, but I like him.
“Blondie, Blondie, wait.”
I turn around, it’s Flora, how did she find me? She’s in the white range screaming from the other side of the road. I cross over to go meet her. The Chauffeur steps out and opens the door for me.
“Where the hell have you been Blondie, we have been searching the whole town for you. His Lordship is going crazy. He also told me everything, I am so sorry for your loss.”
“Its fine. I’m alight.”
“I have called you like a million times. Why didn’t you pick up? I was so scared.” she hugs me, I can feel her heart beating heavily in her chest.
“I didn’t take my phone with me. Thanks for worrying about me, I feel blessed to have people care so much about me.”
“Well, never do that again. I can’t loose you too.”
“Me too? Who did you loose Flo?”
“I still don’t want to talk about it. Will tell you when I’m ready. Don’t you ever go anywhere without me again Hot Stuff. Promise me.”
“Okay, fine! I promise. Now get off my back fairy odd mother.”
“Fairy Odd Mother?”
“No, I meant fairy god mother.”
“Shut up, I heard ‘Odd’. Don’t worry, I will show you odd when Becca sets her eyes on you.”
“There nothing odd about that one, she’s just a broad day witch.”
“Ohhh Blondie, I love bad mouthing people with you.”
“So do I Flo.”
And one more time, Flora managed to cheer me up. She is just so amazing. I don’t know what I would have done without her. Even the Chauffeur is happy to see me. As soon as we pull into the Bishop’s Mansion, I see the Bishop pacing up and down. As soon as he sees me come down from the car he hugs me. Right here in the open, he is happy to see me. I was only gone for two hours and everyone is acting like I was gone forever. Some how, my eyes catches a figure up the window of the the Bishop’s family wing. I see the curtain close and I pull away from the Bishop’s embrace. The Bishop asks me to go and get rest.
Later in the night, Flora and I talk in my room for a while. I tell her about the figure I saw up the window, and she tells me to be very careful. She tells me that it was odd for the Bishop to be affectionate towards a woman in the open but that today, he really didn’t care. We talk about my step father for a while and I beg her to spend the night with me, I don’t want to be alone. But she refuses, and says it’s not wise, especially not tonight. I don’t get this girl, she talks so much nonsense. We say good night and she leaves. As usual, I shut my door and go to lie on my bed. Trying to figure out the silly dream I had at the church park. I hear my door tone click, someone has inserted the card into the door from the outside. I sit up and turn my light back on. The door opens and His Lordship walks in, in all his glory carrying a paper bag. He shuts the door and drops the paper bag on my table. I get up and kneel on the bed.
“Your Lordship, what are you going here.”
“I just felt that my Blondie needed some company tonight. Or was I wrong? If you don’t want me to stay, I can go, I don’t want to bother you.”
“No, Your Lordship. Please stay. I didn’t mean it that way. I was just just surprised.”
“Get used to it, I will always be here whenever you need me.”
“That’s nice.”
He walks up to me and climbs the bed, plants a kiss on my lips and tells me he will be everything to me if I let him. As if I have another choice. I want this man, my world revolves around him now. He takes his time to take off my nightie, leaving me completely naked. Helps me lie down on the bed while his lips are still glued to mine. Then he kisses his way down my entire body.
”I want to taste you Blondie. I have longed to eat your pussy for so long.”
“What stopped you?”
“I cannot be seen eating a woman’s pussy. It will mean I have bowed to a woman and that is unacceptable. But here, in the confines of this room, I will eat you because I trust you, I love you, I desire you, you are my addiction, I can’t resist eating your pussy.”
“So you mean you never……..”
“Only my first wife. And that was many, many years ago when I was still very young.”
“Why me?”
“You are special, I have not felt this way around anyone before.”
“Am not really in the mood to be fucked tonight.”
“Don’t worry, I am not here to fuck you. I just want to taste you Blondie, I need to feel how delicious you are.” With that, he pulls my legs up and places one on each shoulder kissing his way up one thigh and down the other.
I feel that marvelous feeling of anticipation building as he says, “Cross your ankles behind my head and keep them against my neck.” I do as he asks and he leans forward making my legs spread outward, opening me to him. I lay back on the bed in complete submission. Whatever he wants to do to to me, he can do.
He still teases me, however, by now kissing the crease between my legs and the soft outer lips of my pussy, murmuring dirty words as he goes. He kisses up and over to the mound just above where my clit lies yearning for the touch of his tongue. Then slowly, further down to one cheek of my butt and up to the slit of my pussy where my juice is pooling, giving evidence of my excitement. He flicks his tongue at my hole, taking a quick taste and heightening my desires and frustrations, before traveling down the other side of my butt with tiny, delicate kisses and nibbles on my soft flesh. My need is reaching a fever pitch and I feel as though I can come with just one touch of a finger on my clit. He anticipates my intentions, however, and reaches back to uncross my ankles and push my legs toward me,
“Grab your ankles.” He says with a sexy growl, “And rest your elbows on the bed.”
I do as he asks realizing that this position opens me even wider to him while raising my butt up to his hungry lips. He ignores the suffering of my poor pussy and continues to kiss and nibble the lush cheeks of my derriere. They are wide open to him as well, but he places a hand on either cheek and spread them open further, his tongue darting out to flick over the dry, hot hole that waited between. I gasps in surprise and pleasure at the sensation. Before I can think coherently, his tongue is there again probing the puckered flesh and exploring the tightly closed entrance and teasing it into relaxing little by little. Before long the muscles begins to let down their guard against his insistent and invading tongue. My neglected clit throbs with outrage and begs to be touched as that forbidden orifice opened itself to him. I can feel him pushing his tongue inside me and he grips my ass cheeks and raises my bottom to his mouth forcing my legs further back towards my head. I moan loudly spurring him on,
“Keep holding your legs like this.” he orders.
I can only nod and pant out, “Yes!”
He plunges one long finger into my dripping pussy and my pussy juices spills over and down the crack of my butt. He pulls it out and after adding some of his own saliva he starts using that digit to probe the outer rim of that widening hole.
“Relax, ok.” he says and I do as he asked as much as I can when I feel the tip of his finger push past the tight muscles of my sphincter and rest there for a brief moment before pulling back out. He adds more saliva and works his finger slowly in again. He pushes further this time, his tongue returning to my dripping slit and sliding deep between the soft folds. I moan again and my body relaxes even further as I open up to him and he slides his finger further in, up to the knuckle then past it, until his middle finger is buried in my ass hole. The sensation is so awesome, I know I have felt this before but I don’t want to tell him that a man has fucked me there before. It’s best I keep that to myself. Why tell him? He thinks he’s making me feel what I’ve never felt before and I let him think so while I enjoy this beautiful feeling like never before. His tongue spearing my pussy repeatedly brings me so close to coming that I fairly scream in frustration when he stops licking me and pulls his finger slowly out. I open my eyes to look at him through my spread legs, each foot practically at ear level by now, only to find him gone. He has moved away to grab something off my my table. The same bag he came into my room with.
“I went shopping early this morning.” his devilish smile shows he is very pleased with his purchase.
He hold up the paper bag, pulls out a bottle of lube and holds it up for me to see before he pops the lid open. Very slowly, he dribbles the thick liquid onto my anus drop by excruciating drop. Every time a drops hit that sensitive entrance my clit throbs, my pussy clenches and that hole tightens. He spreads a few drops of lube onto his finger then begins gently probing that puckered skin again causing my sphincter to relax again. He pushes his middle finger into me slowly a few times before pulling out and adding another finger. I have two fingers inside my butt hole and the pleasure is excruciating and exquisite. He finger-fucks my ass as he bends down to plunge his tongue back inside my aching pussy. He pulls back and slides two fingers from his other hand into my sopping wet pussy. I am nearly insane from the build up of pleasure with no release when he replaces his two fingers in my pussy with the other two in my ass hole. He synchronizes the thrust of each hand and I can feel them rubbing against each other through the thin wall that separated those two pleasure cavities. It is almost more than I can bear when he takes pity on my throbbing clit and cranes his head over his hands to take it between his lips and suck on it. Hard. I meet his eyes when I cum in a burst of flying colors and overwhelming sensations as I experience three different types of orgasms at once. Inundated by so much pleasure, my eyes roll back into my head and my spirit take flight for a brief moment before snapping back into my body. I am making sounds that I have never heard before and my body is shaking and spasming in the most pleasurable way imaginable. When my shuddering subsides and I lie still again, Bishop Marc slides his fingers out of me and softly kisses my smooth pussy lips before taking hold of my ankles and telling me to let go. My legs are quivering from the intensity of my orgasms and he runs his hands over them to quiet them. Pulling himself up to lie beside me, he turns my head toward him and kisses me in the most gentle and loving way. I am too overwhelmed even for tears, I am complete with this man. He makes me feel everything at once and it is too much and not enough at the same time. He stares deep into my eyes as if he is trying to stare into my soul, then he turns me to my side and pulls my back a against his chest and curls his large, hard body around my soft body. He holds me there till I fall asleep, right there in his arms.
“Blondie, wake up and open the damn door.”
The voice from the other side of my room door jerks me up from my sleep. I open my eyes and first thing I do is look around for the Bishop, but he is not there. He’s gone, or was I dreaming about him? I look over at my table and I see the paper bag is still there. I smile, so it wasn’t a dream. He was really here.
“I say open this door. What kind of sleep is this?”
It’s Flora. “Hold on Flo, I’m coming.” I dress up and run to open the door for her.
“Jeezzz I’ve been knocking.”
“I was sleeping. What do you want so early?”
“You call 9am early? Girl, you are crazy.”
“Oppps, I over slept.”
“I know, I heard you last night. You dirty girl!”
“How did you hear?”
“You weren’t quiet, and I opened the little vent. I could hear everything. I could smell you even.”
“You are an idiot Flo. And a bad babe.”
“Yup! I know.”
“You still haven’t told me why you were knocking frantically at the door.”
“First I wanted to make sure you didn’t die from too much sweetness last night. And second, to inform you that the Bishop’s wife has requested to see you.”
Okay now what? What does that woman want to see me for? She has never sent for me and I have done my best to avoid her. What could she want from me? Should I be worried? Does she know about His Lordship and I?
To Be Continued……………..© BB Pin 2BB8498D
Oh I love this bishop, lol, guess I’ve found my “bishop” too. Lovely story, love d story too, love the fact that it tells a story n less love making
Congrats on your Bishop Suave. Lol.
Thanks for the compliments.
When will this finish? What happened to saviour? Don’t like this Bishop man.
I don’t like the Bishop too. Don’t worry, Savior will soon come to rescue Blessing. Lol
Bishop goes balastic with every passing episode! Wadada!
He’s a Bado. Lolzzzz
I really want blessing and saviour back though I love bishop too
Your wish may come true.
Been fucking myself reading this! Who cares about d Bishop? He could as well be d devil! Waiting 4 more action ! Big ups girl
Thanks CreamyKat. And true, I don’t care about the Bishop either. But wait, I just had a picture of you fucking yourself in my head now. Hahahaha
I am glad the confessional was only a dream. Pheww! What a relief. But why is Bishop such a dirty freak?