Okay, soooooooooooooo, today, I get a call from an older dude, who says, something a long the lines of, my regular girl isn’t on, saw your picture, you look like this girl that lives up the street from me, blah blah blah.
I told the guy, I’m always Dominant, I’m not submissive, so I am not going to be some sort of giggly innocent catholic girl and let you rape me or some shit like that, so if that is what you are looking for I can recommend some awesome girls here on the site. Nope, he didn’t want that.
He wanted to be Father *insert first name here*, and I was one of his girls in his theology class. And I was to seduce him for a good grade, and at the same time, be a little bit blasphemous. How can one be a little bit blasphemous? Anyway, I perk up. Okay, okay, I can do this. Something different, I get to be in charge, PLUS I get to do some blasphemy play. It’s all good, and I am a happy bitch.
So I set out to seduce him, and seduce I did. I was riding Father’s cock right there on the altar of the chapel we used for Morning Mass every day. I even shoved the Chalice, that is used during The Eucharist up my ass. HA!
So it goes on and on, he was begging me to stop, praying to the Holy Mother to help him. Actually I think she was looking down going, Thank FUCK it’s not a boy that Priest is screwing for once, then went about knitting Jesus’ Christmas present. So since he is praying and moaning at the same time, I decided to recite my own little prayer…
Our Father
Which art in heaven
Hollowed be Thy name
One earth as it is in Heaven
Forgive us our debts
As we forgive our debtors.
And with each word I got louder and louder. I told him that I could hear the Nun’s coming down the hall to get ready for vespers. I didn’t stop though, their footsteps loud and clear on the floor outside the heavy oak chapel doors. I stopped, I could tell that he was aching, I smiled down at him, I could see in his eyes the begging, begging for me to keep fucking him like this so his balls could release that churning, massive load of old Priest juice up into my sweet school girl virgin Mary hole. I whispered loudly, “Father, they are right outside that door, ready to come in. I’ll tell you what, you scream that you like to fuck your students so they can get an A in your class, and I’ll start riding you again, if you don’t then I will climb off and leave you like this.”
The mixture of panic and lust was very evident upon his face, I knew he couldn’t stop, it felt too good, he liked it too much. He shook his head as he placed his hands back on my hips, I started pounding down on him, my little uniform tie bouncing up and down on my tits, flying up every so often to gently bump against my cheek. He said what I wanted him too, then he said it again, and again, and again. Until He SCREAMED it as he came inside me.
I could hear the door open in the back as I slipped behind the altar to wait for them to make their way up to the choral area above the sanctum. The Father had just gotten off the altar in time to drop to his knees to make believe that he was praying.
All in all it was a great call, I loved it, he loved it. And that’s all that matters.
Your Fetish Freak,
Frankie
Who here remembers when I wrote a blog for Mr. S awhile ago? Nobody? Really? What the hell? lol
