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This feeling and sight together were starting to become familiar. Even though you had gone into Fr. Ford's office several times by now, your heart still beat rapidly as you looked at the frosted glass, waiting for him to open the door. Each 'meeting' with him had gone about the same: making out, touching and caresses that got heavier and hotter, until it ended with you on your knees, stroking Fr Ford's cock with your hands or mouth until he came for you. It was more than you could have ever hoped for when you first arranged to meet with him. He would offer to pleasure you as well, but you usually didn't have time. Plus, you didn't want to bother him; you were afraid of anything that would cause these meetings to stop.
The door opened with Fr. Ford's face not showing any emotion, yet still seemed open. To the outside world, you were just another parishioner, seeking counsel and advice from your friendly clergyman. "Good to see you again. Please come in," Fr. Ford said, stepping aside to let you in. His voice didn't betray any emotion either. You stepped into his office, keeping your back to the priest as he closed and locked the door. You knew once those precautions were taken...
He forced you to turn around, grabbing your face and pulling you into a deep, heated kiss. You happily wrapped your arms around his neck, opening your mouth to let Fr. Ford's tongue mingle with yours. You vaguely tasted communion wine as your tongues met. He moaned into you as his tongue retreated and he nipped at your bottom lip. He seems very eager to get started. You weren't opposed to it, you thought, as one hand left his neck and snaked down the front of his shirt to his belt. You were stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. Ford broke the kiss to look at you. He was breathing a little heavily as he straightened up, looking you in the eyes. "Just a moment, My Lamb. I would like to try something different today if that's alright with you?" You nodded, which made him smile. He led you further into the office towards the chairs in front of his desk. Letting go of your wrist, he sat down in one with no armrests. He settled back and beckoned you forward, one set of six fingers giving you a come hither motion, the other rubbed his thigh. "Come sit with me, my dear. Sit so I can see your face."
Face heating up, you came up to him. You straddled his legs while standing before kneeling on the chair, settling your weight on either side of Fr. Ford's thighs, one leg at a time, staying up on your knees instead of settling fully in his lap. His hands came to settle on your waist, not forcing you but holding you steady. You were glad for his help; the smile he was giving you, the look in his eyes, warmed you down to your core and through your legs. "What do you want to try, Father?" You asked as you draped your arms over his shoulders. With some pride, you felt Fr. Ford's thigh twitch. He had tried to get you to just call him Ford, but you noticed how much more turned on he got hearing you call him by the honorific. So you weren't stopping that anytime soon.
Before answering you, he moved a hand under your chin, pulling you to him for a short kiss. "Oh my dear," he breathed out as your lips parted. "You have been so, so good to me these last few days. So good," his eyes were half-lidded and dark with lust as he looked you over. "But, with your permission..." he brought you in, peppering your neck with light kisses. You pressed yourself into his chest, fisting his stiff black clerical shirt as his scruffy cheeks scratched at your neck. You moaned quietly as his lips traveled to your ear. He kissed the lobe before whispering into your ear. "...with your permission, I would like to return the favor."
Now you were really glad Fr. Ford was holding you, otherwise his words would have made you topple over. Every time you had had an encounter with him, you had gone home and immediately touched yourself to orgasm. The idea of those 12 beautiful fingers touching you instead was what made you cum so quick on your own. When he had offered before, you didn't want him to feel obligated. But this time, he was bringing it up... Still, you leaned back to look at him. "Are you sure, Father? You don't have to do anything for me."
Ford's strong hands squeezed your hips. "Yes, my dear, I really want to do this. Please, let me give you as much pleasure as you have given me," He took one of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours and held it between the two of you, looking you in the eyes. "Show me how I can make you feel good."
He said the last sentence with such sincerity and earnestness, it melted your heart. You could not refuse him. Adjusting your grip of his hand, you pressed his palm into your breast. Ford looked from you to the hand touching you. You smiled. "Start by squeezing these..." His fingers gingerly squeezed the tender flesh and you moaned, "Yesss, like that...." Ford's other hand slid slowly up from its place on your hip, gliding against your ribcage and up to join it's twin on your other breast. You grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself grounded and upright as his thumb brushed over your nipple. Even through the layers of your shirt and bra, it was a jolt of pleasure to your core. "Oohhh, Father...." You pulled him into a hug as he continued to work at your breasts. Fr. Ford tilted his head to kiss your neck. You reached and grabbed the back of his head, guiding his mouth down your neck to your collarbone. "Please, don't stop... That's it .... Harder there.....oh, Father...." You were lost in the sensation. Your whole being was focused on his points of contact; his lips on your clavicle, his hands kneading your tits, his legs between your trembling knees. "Please... Touch me more... Anywhere, everywhere." Ford's head moved back up your neck to kiss your lips while his beautiful hands began to explore your body more. They moved up to card through your hair, along your shoulders and arms, back down your sides and up your back. You moaned into his mouth as his touch heated your skin. He pulled your body into his own as his fingers spread out along your back.
You let out a small yelp of surprise when you felt a hand grab and pinch your butt-cheek. You hadn't realized one hand had moved down that far. He froze at the noise, breaking the kiss to look at you. "I am sorry, My Lamb. Was that too much?" He looked so worried it melted your heart even further.
You smiled at him and kissed his nose. "It wasn't too much; you just surprised me, that's all."
Fr. Ford visibly relaxed, returning your smile, "Well, you are so... receptive to my touch. It makes it fun for me as well. But this next part, I am going to need a little extra help." He reached between your legs, just grazing your mound with one finger. "I may need some instruction but... I want to make you cum."
His feather light touch combined with his words had you feeling dizzy. Unable to find any words, you broke his gaze and started unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. Ford had both hands on the meat of your ass to keep you steady as you worked. As you were looking down, you saw how hard he was. You reached out to give him a teasing stroke through his pants but were stopped by a firm squeeze on your ass. Fr. Ford was smirking dangerously when you looked up at him.
"We are focusing on you right now, Lamb. Don't worry about me." With a slight pout, you rested your hands back onto his shoulders for support. Maintaining eye contact, Ford moved one hand to your back, while the other came to your front and slid into your open pants and underwear. His mouth opened with a choked gasp as he made contact with your slit, eyes growing dark when he felt how wet you were. He withdrew his hand to look at the sheen of desire you left on his first 2 fingers. "You are so wet..." He said, rubbing your juices around with his thumb. That dangerous smirk was back; Ford seemed to be enjoying the power he had over you. "Do you always get this way when we are together? Do I do this to you?"
You swallowed thickly, playing up the shyness a little, "Yes, Father. Being able to kiss you, touch you, it gets me so wet." You looked down in half mock shame, half genuine embarrassment,. "When I get home after visiting you, I... I touch myself. I touch myself thinking about you, imagining you pleasuring me, Father."
You heard him give you a 'tsk, tsk' sound. You looked up through your lashes at him. The two of you had spent enough time together that could tell he was playing up the ‘stern preacher’ for you. He fixed you with a serious look, the slight arch of his brow giving away that he was playing along with you. “How sinful, my dear. You shouldn’t indulge in the sin of lust, especially if you are not going to follow through as God intended.”
You nodded seriously, biting your lip to keep from groaning. Fr. Ford's intense stare, even in this roleplay, got you even more soaked then you already were. Still bashfully looking through your lashes, you responded in a whisper. “I know, Father. I know I have been sinful, and I am ready for my penitence.”
“I am afraid something this… severe requires an equally severe punishment, are you sure you can handle it, my dear?” Fr. Ford pulled you closer as he spoke, pulling you down so you were now sitting in his lap, sliding a hand down your front towards your waistband. You wrapped your arms around his neck, shaking in anticipation. You nodded, but he just chuckled, “I am afraid I am going to need your verbal consent, Lamb.” His hand stilled its journey on your lower belly. He was really enjoying teasing you.
You swallowed again and managed a “Yes, Father, I am ready.” Fr. Fords hand slid back into your panties. Two of his fingers started stroking your outer lips, slowly separating them. His other hand once again on your back to keep you steady.
He tilted his head to whisper into your ear. “As part of your punishment, you are not to touch yourself. Only I will make you cum tonight. The only help you can offer is verbal instruction. Grab onto me so you are not tempted.” You grabbed his shirt again at his instruction. As he spoke, his fingers touched your inner labia, feeling just how turned on you were. He moaned your name as he touched your folds. “Oh God, how are you so wet?” He continued to stroke, “I need some direction, Lamb. That's part of your penitence. What should I do for you?”
You had been panting heavily into his collar this whole time, hardly able to believe that Fr. Ford was touching you in this way. His strokes were teasing & reluctant; enough to wind you up further but not get you off. You took a steadying breath before answering. "Please, Father. Touch my clit....move your fingers... higher," his fingers slowly began to move, "Further.... Further....Higher, high-YES! Right there!" You didn't mean to raise your voice but you couldn't help it. The surge when Fr. Ford finally touched that bundle of nerves had been long awaited. "Make small cir-circles w-with your fingers... Smaller, yes. Now fast-faster. And harder. I can-can hand- OH FORD!" You dissolved into a moaning mess as he hit the right spot and pressure. Without thinking your hips began to roll in time with his fingers. You lifted your head off Ford's shoulder to look at him. He was breathing heavily along with you, his eyes were dark and hooded. He looked drugged, getting pleasure as much as giving it. Your foreheads touched as he continued to pleasure you.
After a few minutes, where the only sound in the room was your shared heavy breathing, you knew you needed more from him to actually climax. "Father, please. I need... Need more." You gasped out. "Please, put your fingers inside me. Fuck me with your fingers!" This close to his face you saw his jaw tighten at the insistence that he finger-fuck you. You felt his hand shift between your legs so his thumb was working your clit & one finger slid down and inside. Your walls fluttered around the new introduced girth; Ford had thicker fingers then you would have guessed.
"Oh, my lamb, you are so tight..." Ford groaned out into your mouth before capturing it for a sloppy kiss. Your teeth clashed together a few times but you didn't really care. Especially after Fr. Ford added a second finger inside you, pressing snug.
You broke the kiss to press your forehead to his again. "Oh Father, don't stop. I am so close...."
"Good. That's good, my dear. Cum for me, cum around my fingers. I want to see your face when you cum, open your eyes for me." You did as he asked, locking eyes with Fr. Ford. He looked so intense, eyes dark, staring right through you. "Cum for me." He said, not as a plea or suggestion, but a firm and unquestioning command.
That was the push you needed. You clamped around his fingers as everything burst inside of you. Your eyes fluttered as you bucked into Fr. Ford's hand, milking your orgasm for all its worth. He was transfixed on you, wincing as you clenched and gushed onto his hands. You bit your lip to keep from shouting out, only letting out the barest of whimpers.
After a moment, your hips stopped moving on their own as you came down from your orgasmic high. You sat panting, Fr. Ford's breathing matching yours. He withdrew his hand from your mound, earning a shiver as his fingers left you. The scent of your arousal wafted past your nose as he placed the hand on the back of your neck, not really caring if your juices got there. Finally you said, "Wow, Father that was amazing."
He planted a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, before coming back into your view with a mischievous grin on his face. "I am glad. You did so well, my dear. But I am afraid your penitence isn't over yet." He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "I need you to get down on your knees for me. Right the hell now."
The commanding edge to his voice in that last sentence made you feel like you could cum again. You still eased yourself off his lap, backed a few steps and keeled down in front of his chair. Once both your knees were firmly planted in the itchy carpet, Fr. Ford stood up, allowing you a full of how his cock strained against his pants. He unzipped and pulled himself out, stroking himself as he stepped up to you, stopping so he was only an inch or two from your mouth. The head was almost purple as he spread precum out over it, and the shaft looked painfully rigid.
Fr. Ford put a hand on your shoulder to keep you from surging forward and sucking on him. "No no, my lamb. This is part of it. You don't get to touch me either." He chuckled as you pouted up at him. "It is part of your penitence." He stroked himself for a moment before continuing. "You see what you did to me? How hard you got me?" You nodded, biting your lip again, "Good. You did this to me; just from touching you, I- I got like this. Do you take responsibility for your sin?" You nodded again, mesmerized by his stroking. How you longed to touch him...
Suddenly Fr. Fords hand tightened on your shoulder. "Open your mouth," he groaned out. You did as you were told, just as he came. He touched the tip on the flat of your tongue and jerked himself off as streams of hot cum slid down your throat. As he finished with a grunt, you closed your mouth and swallowed the salty mess, sticking your tongue out to show your empty mouth once you were done. Fr. Ford chuckled at your cheekiness, tucking himself back in his pants. He helped you up to your feet and kissed you, letting you zip your own pants up.
"Have I been forgiven, Father?" You whispered as your mouths parted.
"Almost, my dear." He stroked your hair back, and you caught the sparkle in his eyes. "We aren't going to be able to meet for the next week right?" You nodded. You weren't looking forward to it but at least you had some memories to help you, along with your vibrator. "Then, you are not to touch yourself until we see each other again." You started to protest, saying it wasn't fair, but were stopped by another kiss. "Remember: Penitence isn't supposed to be easy, My Lamb. But it will be very... Rewarding if you obey me, I promise you that."
With some reluctance, you agreed. You were going to hold him to that promise.