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BDSM Mistress Seduces her Preist
Father Mike knelt down to Jamie’s level and grasped a handful of her short brown hair. “How long has it been, Jamie?” He looked at her; she really was beautiful, even as her crying seemed to tarnish her make up. For a fleeting moment he wanted to pull her close and hold her, but he knew that wasn’t what she would want.
“How long have you been trying to corrupt me?”
Her face contorted in shame, “I have wanted you since I met you.”
“How do you want me?”
She tried to look down, but he held a firm grasp of the hair on the crown of her head. “HOW DO YOU WANT ME, JAMIE?”
The tears poured from her eyes, but inside she loved it, he was controlling her, forcing her, hurting her. She had longed for him to treat her this way. “I want you to dominate me.”
“I want you to treat me like the harlot I am.”
He yanked on her hair. “Confess your harlotry!”
She closed her eyes, fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. “I have longed for you, fantasized about you; I’ve touched myself thinking about you.”
“Yes, that is all.”
“And what did you think about me when you touched yourself?”
“I imagined that you made me suck your cock.”
“Suck my what?”
“Your cock, you made me suck it.”
“Is that all I did?”
“No. You spanked my bare ass until it was red and then you made me suck your cock.”
Father Mike felt the first sensations of his fall into sin. He admitted to himself that it was wonderful. He hadn’t ever felt this free in the flesh, and he made it a point to do this again. He picked her naked frame up from the floor and put her against the wall, face first. He commanded her to be still as he removed his clothes. He marveled at the sight of her naked body, round and plush. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “You have a magnificent ass,” he said.
She mumbled something in response.
“What did you say?”
Sheepishly she replied. “I hate my ass.”
“I don’t care if you like your own ass or not. I think it is wonderful”
“Yeah, well I hate it.”
“It doesn’t sound like you have a choice, now do you?”
With her face still against the wall, Jamie could hear the sounds of ruffled clothing hitting the floor. She closed her eyes and savored the sound of it. She would finally realize her deepest, darkest fantasy.
“Turn to me!”
She complied. Her eyes walked him from head to toe, broad shouldered, muscular yet beefy, just like she had imagined him, except for one thing. His cock must have been a good nine inches!
How can a man take an oath of celibacy packin’ that much length?
He went over to his leather chair and sat down. He curled his finger at her. She obeyed. Without any direction she laid herself over his lap.
He molested her. He touched her in inappropriate ways, in forbidden places. He caressed her from the small of her back to the thick thighs of her legs.
“No, spank me? Punish me?”
He struck her opened handed.
He struck again leaving a red mark.
A third time.
“Oh please, harder?”
He spanked her full force. Her deliciously round ass (I know I’ve seen it) jiggled like Jell-o with each strike.
“Confess your harlotry!” Father Mike demanded.
“I’m a whore, Father…”
"What? I can’t hear you!”
“I am a whore and you must punish me!”
He spanked her fast and hard leaving severe red marks. She had a fleeting thought how am I going to explain this to my husband? But the spanking was too good, the suffering too sweet to think. Her senses were on overload. Pain was all her brain could register. She would deal with the explanation later.
Swat upon swat Jamie relished her punishment.
Whack, whack, whack!
With each swat her bare pussy got wetter as the agony brought arousal. Father Mike spanked her until his hand turned red. Jamie began to weep.
Suddenly he tossed her to the floor. The Priest stood, his thick long cock erect to railroad spike proportions. He grabbed her mane and shoved his chaste manhood in her mouth. Jamie gagged as he thrust himself in and out.
Father Mike could feel the burn of his climax start to build. At the right moment (the Priest wondered how she knew when that was) Jamie pulled her mouth off and stroked him to ejaculation. She marveled at the sight of it, his big cock jerked and spasmed within her grip. The warmth of his seed covered her hand as he ejaculated what seemed like gallons of semen.
Jamie suddenly got angry, “Is that it?”
The Priest responded by hoisting her up from the floor. In one fell swoop the desk was cleared of all things decorative and practical. Jamie found herself on her back, legs spread eagle and the man she had only dreamed of corrupting sliding his huge cock inside of her quivering pussy. He yanked her hair.
“Wanted to corrupt me, huh?” He taunted between thrusts. “Wanted to ruin my life, huh? How does it feel?”
Jamie bit her lip to keep from screaming.
“How does it feel?”
She bit her lip harder, it began to bleed.
He bitch slapped her. “HOW DOES IT FEEL?”
“But it hurts good, doesn’t it?”
His thrusts became harder, deeper. She begged him to slap her again.
“You don’t deserve it!”
“I’m begging you!”
“Confess your harlotry!”
She did. She confessed to a life time of sexual sins. The more she confessed the angrier he got, the harder he fucked her. He finally gave her what she wanted, he slapped her. She screamed in the sweet throes of pain.
The fallen Priest flipped her to her knees and entered her from behind. Yanking a handful of her hair he pulled her back and forth. His eyes transfixed on her ass as it bounced off of him.
Jamie could no longer withhold her pleasure, she groaned loudly.
He smacked her ass, pulled her hair and shouted obscenities at her. All the while she was building to a very intense climax.
“I’ve been very bad, haven’t I father?”
(Her pussy throbbed)
“Yes you have!”
“I’ve corrupted you haven’t I?”
(The pressure began to build)
“Yes, you slut!” He pounded harder into her. “And you will pay a hefty price for it!”
(The intensity mounted)
He smiled devilishly. “I won’t allow you to come.”
(She eagerly anticipated release)
“But I’m already there.”
His smile got wider as he extracted himself and pushed her off of the desk. The sound of her body hitting the floor pleased him.
Jamie ached inside; her body was denied sweet satisfaction.
“If you want to come, you’re going to have to earn it.”
“How do I do that?” She asked like a dog at the dinner table.
He delighted in her surrender, it aroused him. He laid back on the desk, his cock still erect. “Get up here.” She jumped up and almost vaulted on top of him, sliding him inside of her. “Ride, bitch, ride!”
Jamie wildly bucked back and forth trying to bring the climax back.
She glared at him “Slow down.”
He brought her back into submission with a firm tug of her hair. “Because I said so.”
How could she resist? How could she deny his authority? She complied. But it wasn’t slow enough.
“You’re going too fast, slow down.”
“But I want to cum!”
She did what she was told. At first it wasn’t very satisfying, but she stiffly rode his cock at a snails pace. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of what she guessed to be nine inches nestled inside of her. She got into it, her motion became fluid. The sensations were heightened by the urge to climax. Sweat poured from her in sheets from the anticipation.
Father Mike wanted to feel every inch of her inside. The fact that her compliance kept her under the invisible bonds of submission was merely icing on the cake. It wasn’t just control. It was that tasty round body, that plush velvety pussy stimulating him in ways that he had denied himself for far too long. It was forbidden, damnable and well worth the trip.
Their bodies melded glistening in sweat completely oblivious to their surroundings. It was like a song they got lost in, a sensual, sexual melody written specifically for this moment of fantasy and its forbidden fulfillment.
“Faster,” the Priest whispered.
Jamie picked up the tempo to the song.
Their bodies went from a mere recital to a Jam session.
Both sang a duet of vowel sounds that appeared to be rising to a crescendo. Their eyes met. There was no place to go, there was no escape. They were at the point of no return.
He reached up and pulled her hair one last time. With her eyes closed her hands found his and pulled as hard as she could. He writhed beneath her as she bounced on him violently. They were on fire in places they shouldn’t have been and they both desperately needed to let go. Tears poured from her eyes as they exploded simultaneously. She savored the sensation as he filled her to satisfaction, her own juices flowing beyond her control. It lasted for mere seconds but it seemed to make time stand still, that elusive moment of carnal fulfillment would only cause them dissatisfaction and thus the ecstasy of knowing that this would happen again.
After the fire within them was extinguished, her body wrung like a rag, she lay slumped on top of him. She was ripped, bruised and out of breath. He laid beneath her desperate for air yet his mouth hungry to taste her sweaty skin. His nostrils craved the scent of her sex, trembling at the feel of her body against his. This was more than a mistake, more than cheap sex. This was the beginning of an addiction.
He sat up and looked at the ruins of his office and compared it to the ruins of all that he had built. He felt remorse but only for a moment.
“I’ll call you,” he said, “we’ll meet next week.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She was already there.
“Yes, Father Mike,” she agreed.