So close.
Yet she didn’t know what he was close to, nor why he almost used such foul language to describe it. But she was slamming back into him, even as her ass smarted, feeling some strange, carnal need that she couldn’t explain or understand.
It was just pure, physical need, her mind too fuzzy from the pain to protest. Her higher faculties had taken a break and she just simply felT everything to such an extreme.
Those little pushes of hers back against him, presses of that supple ass against his groin, helped teeter him over the edge. The Father gasped and shuddered, his dick swelled up as the seed of his loins welled up and then…
“Take it,” he groaned out just a moment before his creamy cum shot forth from his bulging crown, and flooded her depths. Such a rich flow, coming in spurt after spurt to fill her fertile, virgin pussy full of its first load.
He bucked erratically, shivered over her as he moaned with ecstasy.
It was very nearly too much for him to bear.
And even more so for her, so lost in a confused fog of sensations, her mind unable to put the pieces together. He’d taken her so lewdly, so quickly, and without any pretenses.
Her body longed for more, even as it ached with the strain and pressure as he pushed up inside her so deeply.
The Father sunk down atop her as his orgasm slowly subsided, his pulsating cock loosing the last of its cream into her until finally he stilled. His panting breaths in her ear as he made sure every last bit of his cum was deposited into her depths.
“You did well, my child,” he said breathily, slowly pushing himself up. “There is but one more thing left for you to do, and you will be free to go. With the career as a teacher ahead of you,” he explained, slowly pulling his shaft from her sopping wet folds, leaving them gaping and drooling his seed.
He rounded the desk and went before her, that glistening shaft in front of her mouth.
“You’ll pay final homage to the Lord, and thank him for his gift inside of you by cleaning his implement,” he said with that hard, authoritarian edge to his voice again.
He taunted her so well, playing on all of her hopes and dreams, but her mind and body were both filled with a fog. She was so uncertain of herself, of what just happened, of what he expected from her.
Yet it felt... good.
Strange, confusing, and so damned good.
Her blue eyes went to him, wide, looking up along his cock and staring, having never before seen one, the scent thick in the air.
The Father grasped her head, wound her braid about his wrist and then pulled her mouth in. That slick, glossy crown of his nudged to her pink lips, then pushed beyond. He sank himself in over her tongue, and gave a low, satisfied groan.
“That’s it,” he husked softly, “no teeth. Just lick and suck.” He began to rock his hips slowly in time with his hold upon her hair.
The sweet tang hit her tongue and she was so unsure of herself, of what to do, but she took his instructions seriously, winding her tongue around the underside of his cock. She tasted her own sweet nectar, combined with his muskier fluid, and curiosity got the better of her, making her seek out more of the flavour.
Father Mackay took her enthusiasm well and began to pump into her mouth faster, his balls smacked against her chin as he built up speed. He grasped her hair tight and felt that tool of his throb once more. The girth of his organ swelling out against her tongue, stretching her mouth a little more as desire resurged to his shaft.
She glanced up at him before she was forced to close her eyes again, feeling him throb so deeply in her throat.
Before entering his chamber, she’d been an innocent school girl, just hoping for a job.
But he’d changed her. Introduced her to something she never knew she’d been missing, and it sent a tremble through her bound form. Her tongue worked over him, cleaning him of their taint, exploring his hardening flesh with her moist mouth.
Yet the more she moved her moist, wet tongue about his throbbing cock, the more it became apparent he’d not be contented with just a cleaning. He shoved his dick between her plush lips, grunted and moaned so lewdly as he filled her mouth with his shaft.
The large, husky man shuddered as he moaned out, his dick throbbing erratically. He was more than twice her age, well past his youthful years, yet she managed to get him hard for her twice in a row. Managed to kindle that need in him yet again.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum again,” he rasped so crassly, the Father speaking such filthy words in his rapture.
And she knew his words were wrong, but his tone of voice... She couldn’t hide the way it made her body react so lewdly, her tongue probing him more eagerly and curling about this head before he forced her down further until he touched against the back of her throat and made her gag, then caused thick saliva to coat him.
That new layer of viscous spit coated his shaft, made the thrust of his manhood easier. He continued to plunge deep into her mouth, probing her throat just a little, until he started to buckle over her once more. The once gentle and passionate preacher had changed.
Oh, he still held passion, but it was of a different sort. And all for her. Her flesh.