Revenge on the Priest: Part 1 of 3

Audrey’s black hair clings to her face as Father Jim’s voice cuts through the quiet church. He caught her cheating. College is gone unless she obeys. Her natural tits rise and fall under the tight school blouse while she begs, voice shaking. Jim doesn’t blink. He loosens his belt, cock already hard, and tells her exactly how this will go. Audrey drops to her knees on the worn pew. Her lips wrap around him, wet, desperate, the sound obscene in the empty nave. Spit runs down his shaft as she takes him deeper, eyes watering. He grips her hair, pulls her on and off until strings of saliva stretch from her mouth to his tip. Then he bends her over the pew, hikes her skirt, and slides into her from behind. Every thrust shakes the bench; the crucifix watches from above. She clasps her hands, mumbling a prayer between gasps, her body jerking with each slam of his hips. Jim’s cock stretches her open, the wet slap of skin echoing off stone. She feels filthy. She feels used. She wonders what the next favor will cost.