The Stairwell

Silence now surrounded them, the music and other sounds of the service above now gone. Footsteps approached from above and as he zipped his slacks and fastened his belt, her hands reached out in the dark and found the heavy chain that held the gate closed. She tugged at it in exasperation and the chain rattled in the dark. The footsteps grew louder and closer. She gave it one last tug, already formulating a
story in her head to present to whoever was approaching them on the dark stairs.
"Who's there?" A voice called out from above.

They grinned like children who had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The disembodied voice paused to listen for a response. Hearing none, the footsteps started to retreat. She felt strong fingers pinch her ass cheek and let out a loud squeak of surprised pain. The footsteps paused and she felt for his face in the darkness. She bestowed a butterfly kiss on his parted lips and then a light slap on his cheek as payback for the pinch. The place where his finger had squeezed was still warm and burning slightly.

"Is anyone there?" The pause continued. He threw an arm around her neck and pulled her to him. He embraced her tightly and released a low chuckle into her soft silky strawberry blonde hair as they listened to the nervous voice probe the darkness from above. Finally the footsteps receded and they heard the door at the top of the stairs shut with a dull thud.

They stood in the dark for a few moments, silently agreeing to wait for a moment before climbing the stairs and emerging back into the main Cathedral. Finally she felt him grasp her hand and pull her forward up the stairs. When they reached the top and he placed his hand on the door handle, he paused to dip his head and kiss her one more time. He ended the kiss with a gentle nibble and a light lick with the tip of his tongue. He flexed his forearm to open the door. Nothing. He turned to face it and pulled more forcefully. Still nothing. They were locked in. Once more he grasped the handle with both hands and his biceps rolled under the light touch of her hand on his arm as he pulled with all his might. The solid oak door was locked tight. Now they really were trapped.

He felt soft kisses on the back of his neck in the darkness. Her arms encircled his waist and he clasped her small hands where they met in front of him. He could feel her cheek rest against his back. She let out a small sigh.

"Now we are really trapped," he said quietly. She responded by pulling his coat aside from behind and putting her hands in his pockets.

"It's cold in here," she replied. He felt her delicate fingers dance along the thin fabric that separated his slightly aroused cock from them. He shook his head and pressed down on her hands with his.

"We really are trapped this time," he said with a frown. "Maybe we should bang on the door so they will hear us."

Since her fingers were locked down in his grip, she slowly slid her body back and forth behind him. Wiggling against his hard firm body. He could not help but laugh out loud.

"You are insatiable" he whispered back over his shoulder. Her answer was to pull her hands from his pockets and shove him roughly against the door. His hands flew out instinctually and his palms rested against the cool musty oak door. He could smell an underlying scent of rust and the dampness of the stone stairwell.

"Do you know what I was thinking when we were in the chapel?" She ran her hands up under his sweater. "I was thinking how much I wanted to feel you against me." He turned to face her and she pushed his sweater up and starting kissing the soft flesh of his sculpted stomach. He sighed and leaned back against the door.

"Are you listening to me? We are locked in here."

He felt the tip of her tongue lick suggestively up the center line of his belly and her head disappeared under his sweater.

"It's really quite simple." Long lick that ended at his right nipple.

"Either we make alot of noise and they come running to unlock the door...." Her teeth grazed his erect nipple gently and then her mouth closed over it and began to suck. Despite the chill emanating from the stone walls he started to feel slightly flushed. Her mouth released him and he could feel the cool air move over the wetness she had left.

"Or," She licked across to his left nipple, "I get to feel all of you...all over me..." She repeated the licking and sucking on his left nipple and he felt himself grow even harder in response to her flicking tongue.

"Either way," she kissed his collarbone, "I will be happy."

His back to the door, he bent his knees and slid down to a seated position. She straddled his legs and lowered herself so she was seated on his lap. She could feel him, stiff and hard, through his pants, and she strategically rested her mound on him, still swollen from it's last stroking at the base of the stairs. He could feel her heat as shemoved on top of him and placed her hands on either side of his face and demanded yet another kiss. The kiss started out light and somewhat playful. She pushed at his jacket and he obliged by removing it as she continued to suck on his tongue. Next came his sweater and after he had pulled it over his head her desire seemed to grow as she stroked and caressed his skin and rocked gently in his lap...rubbing her heat against his swollen hard on. Her hair tickled him softly as it fell upon his chest and trailed behind her head as she bestowed tiny chaste kisses across his shoulders.

His hands found her bodice and once again freed her breasts from their lace prison as he had earlier in the little chapel. She moaned as his mouth found her nipples and her hands caressed the back of his neck and head as he nipped and teased her with his tongue. His hands ran up underneath the soft chiffon of her dress and found her hips and felt the rhythm of her as she rocked back and forth, rubbing herself on him and moaning at the sucking sensation he had created with his lips.

He brought a hand up to her face, gently running a finger along her jaw line. He leaned in close, pinning her with a lust filled gaze that shone from his eyes in the darkness. Letting the hand at her jaw drop slowly down her neck to her collarbone and then her waist, he drew it around her and pulled her strongly to him. In his mind's eye, he could see her mouth was slightly open as she watched him, her own desire rendering her powerless to offer any resistance. He tilted her face up to his with his free hand and kissed the corner of her mouth lightly, then the center of her upper lip. As he did so, a low moan escaped her throat. He pulled her tighter against him as his lips closed over hers completely. He shivered as he felt her purr while she brought her arms around him and returned his kiss. Their hands moved over each other's bodies with increasing hunger. The fabric of her dress was fluid over her skin as he moved his hands over her and teased her with thoughts of slipping it off. He slipped his hands under the chiffon, slowly inching it up as he kissed his way up the soft skin of her torso. He leaned forward and slowly lowered her to her back on the cold stone floor. He mentally made a note to leave the belt at home next time as he shed his pants once again. He bent to kiss the sensitive part where her thigh met her hip and her felt her squirm underneath him. He blew softly into her damp golden curls and she moaned yet again. He continued to kiss up her body and she could feel his warmth and smell his scent as he moved closer to her. His hard cock brushed against her inner thigh and it felt like a steel sword that had been sheathed in velvet. The head of it brushed against her sensitive slit and she almost cried out in frustration as it teased her while he kissed her neck and shoulders. Suddenly she felt him tense and she caught her breath as he pushed through her, relishing the feel his size and length. He could feel her body responding to every touch, to every move he made. His breathing was ragged at her ear.

"Does that feel good?" He questioned as his mouth covered hers.

The saliva pooled at the back of her mouth and ran down her throat, rendering her mute; she nodded against his temple in response. He continued enticing her with his whispers.

"Does it?"

"Yes..." she managed this time. He moved against her with mounting intensity; he felt so good and the combined sensation of her tight hot wet pussy clinging to him and holding him tightly was almost more then he could bear. As she met his strokes and whimpered from the deep penetration, she felt the building sensation in her center rise to breaking point. His breath was at her ear. "God you're so soft..." She moaned and the throaty sound transformed to a low cry. Her voice broke as her body tensed against his in tremendous force of release. His body erupted in an explosion of pleasure along with her; everything around him seemed to fade away.

He rolled off of her and rested on his back on the floor. She lay next to him still trembling from her orgasm. How he wished they were in a nice soft warm bed instead of locked in a cold dark damp stairwell.

"I could have sworn I heard something down there, Bishop."

The both jumped at the voice outside the door. They could hear the tumblers in the lock fall and they scrambled from the floor as a sliver of light appeared at the edge of the darkness.....

December 2001

The Invitation

The invitation I sent him read:

Do you like riddles?

I have a plan to drive you Mad with Passion and if you are victorious in Exposing my Secret, I will grant you any wish. It's on the tip of your fingers-or rather, your Four Fingers and a Thumb. Not coming to you? Then I shall Simply Surprise you with my Erotic and Decadent Kinky Kisses. 

This mystery unfolds when you get home...starting at a time of my desire...meet me in the garage.
And, wear your sunglasses.

***

I stood in the chilly garage and couldn't help but blush as you came through the doorway. It was late and dark but you were wearing the sunglasses as I had requested. I motioned you towards the car and when you were leaning up against it I pressed myself to you for a deep wet kiss. I stepped back pulled a set of wrist restraints from behind my back...grinning and blushing like crazy. You laughed at me because I looked so embarrassed but naughty at the same time. You obliged and turned to face the car so I could apply the restraints.

I opened the car door and slid the passenger seat forward so you could get in the back seat. You looked at me funny but got in. I slid in behind you and removed the sunglasses from your face. I pulled a red leather blindfold out of my pocket and dangled it in front of your eyes. You blushed this time. I put the blindfold on you and you leaned forward for a kiss but I pushed you away and got out of the car. You were confused as I went around to the driver's side, got into the car and started it up. You asked where the hell we were going and I just giggled. Silly boy....you thought we were just going to fuck in the backseat in the garage but I had MUCH more planned then that. I backed out of the garage and started to drive. As we drove I slid a sexy CD into the deck and every time you asked me what was going on or where we were going, I simply told you to hush and be a good boy. Finally, after driving for about fifteen minutes in confusing circles, I pulled back into our garage. I left the car on auxiliary power so the CD could continue to play but got out. I slid the driver's seat forward this time and crawled into the back. You smiled as I undid your belt and happily lifted your hips so I could pull down your pants and boxers. I leaned forward and pressed my breasts to your chest and kissed you again. Lots of tongue. I wish you could have seen the look on your face when I said, "Be a good boy. I will be back later." I then got out of the car and left you there with your hands restrained behind your back, your pants around your ankles and blind. I shut the door and refused to answer you as you demanded to know what was going on.

I crept quietly out of the garage to the front porch where I had hidden my stash of props. First I applied the lip gloss I had purchased. Cheap, tawdry, trashy cherry lip gloss. The kind only twelve year olds or cheap hookers wore. Something you would have never caught your wife dead in. Next I pulled my hair back and put on the wig. Long and black....just in case you could peek out ever so slightly under the blindfold....you would see nothing that resembled my honey blonde do in the dim light of the dark garage. Then I pulled out the tiny bottle of Coco by Chanel that I had borrowed from a friend. It smelled nothing like my regular perfume. Finally, I slid on the elbow length black velvet gloves and the high heels.

I deliberately clicked my high heels noisily across the floor of the garage. You had squirmed around in the back seat a little but were still pretty much where I left you. I opened the door and once again slid into the back seat. You spoke to me but I refused to answer. You think it is me but I stop your words with a kiss. You taste the cheap cherry gloss and get a nose full of the perfume that makes me smell like a French whore. I could tell you were confused. And I was enjoying it. I wrap my velvet gloved hands around your rapidly swelling cock and start to squeeze and stroke it. I rub and caress until it is as hard as stone. Suddenly you feel soft lips caress the top and then slide down the shaft engulfing you whole. You feel the suction and the friction as my eager head bounces up and down in your lap. You are bound and blind. You have no idea where you are or who I am. Your entire universe consists solely of your raging hard-on, the hungry mouth wrapped around it and the velvet hands stroking and rubbing your balls. 

I continue to stroke, suck, lick and squeeze as your hips thrust and strain towards my face. I can see the sweat on your brow and the frustration in your face as you cannot bring your hands around to control things as you are used to. At first you whimper. Then you moan and beg. Finally you yell and demand that I fuck you with my mouth until you come. Order me to swallow you whole. I brace myself for the final approach and I take you all the way to the hilt...faster and faster just like I have seen so many times in the videos...your body suddenly arches and I can feel the contractions of your cock vibrate between my lips. I feel the taste of your cum on my tongue and vow to swallow every drop...something else I have never done. As your climax runs it's course and you drop back into the seat exhausted, I continue to lick and suck your clean. You shiver at the sensation of my tongue as it is still sensitive down there. At last I run my hands up the side of your face and remove your blindfold. You look pleased, yet slightly relieved to see my sweet face smiling back at you....I give you one more kiss with cheap cherry lips and you start to laugh and call me a very naughty girl.....

In The Chapel

I wore my dark winter raincoat over my short navy blue chiffon dress. Navy blue thigh high stockings with my Ralph Lauren navy 4" spike heels. I had opted to go without panties as I figured they would just get in the way. He stood in the doorway in his dark slacks, charcoal sweater and overcoat. He smiled at me through his lush black eyelashes. They framed each sparkling black eye and were so long and full that I could just imagine the closeness of his face and the delightful whisper of a soft tickle that they would make as they fluttered against my skin. The heels of his boots made a deep solid sound on the floor as he walked towards me. My cheeks grew flushed and I looked down to the floor, embarrassed by the rush of warmth and moisture I felt spring to life between my thighs. I sat on the alter with my legs crossed primly. The flap of my overcoat slid to one side and I blushed again as it exposed a sliver of milk white skin between the top of my dark stocking and the hem of my soft dress. I shifted slightly and tried to cover myself with the coat. He said not a word, but stopped when he reached my seat on the edge of the hard cold stone. I wanted to tell him how handsome and sexy he looked but the silence of the chapel and the fear of echo made me bite my tongue. As he faced me, his right hand came to rest on my right knee. The little room was so chilly that the warmth from just his hand was like a current. He took each of my hands and placed them to my sides and my coat fell open once again...my little navy dress had slid even higher from my miniscule wiggles as I shifted trying to keep the wetness that had formed between my legs off the back of my dress. I ran the toe of my high heel up the side of his leg and then hooked it around his lower thigh to pull him forward to me. His eyes continued to sparkle as he moved closer...not even pretending to fight me. I blushed and dipped my chin again as I was not used to behaving as such a harlot, especially in a Cathedral of all places. I relaxed my seated position from lady like crossed legs and he moved between my parted knees at once. It was chilly so for a moment I just savored sitting on the edge of the alter, wrapped in my warm coat and his even warmer embrace. The soft kiss of his sweater on my cheek The raspy feel of his wool dress slacks against the soft interior of my thigh. The smell of his aftershave and the silkiness of the skin of his lower back as I slid my fingers under his sweater and lightly stroked him there. 

Time was something he never wasted and neither of us knew how much we had in the little alcove. As there were no voices or echoes of sound, he began at once to kiss me. His strong fingers rested gently on the sides of my face as he held me still so his tongue and lips could explore my mouth. For a single moment I worried that my deep red lipstick would be mussed and all over his face but the deep penetrating probes of his tongue and the electricity of his lips quickly gave override to that concern. Still alone and still no sound. We grew bolder and I slid my hands up under his sweater to feel his warmth. I felt the silky skin of his chest and lightly brushed his nipples. I wanted so badly to feel his naked body against me but this was not the time or place for such extravagance. Just knowing that I could not fully touch or feel his flesh made it so much more erotic. He broke our kiss and as I gulped a breath his hands pulled down on the front of my dress. My ample cleavage spilled into his waiting hands and his head bent to my breast.

At that moment we heard voices and our bodies froze in an instant. If anyone had stepped into the chapel they would have seen a handsome gentlemen embracing a lovely woman...hopefully nothing more. Hopefully they would think he was comforting a friend. His long dark over coat hid my legs wrapped around his waist, his sweater pulled up with my hands caressing his torso and my naked breasts pressed to the soft material of his sweater. We held still as the tourists passed and I peeked through partially closed eyes as one of them glanced in at us. He looked surprised and then embarrassed as he seemed to think he had interrupted a private moment of mourning.

We stood still until their footsteps and voices faded. As we waited, I had teased him by lightly running my fingers around to his belt buckle. Although from the tourist's point of view we had simply appeared to be in an embrace....little did he know at that very moment I had slid down his zipper and inserted my hand to caress him. When the coast was clear he reached down and grasped my wrist firmly. I was going to be scolded for being a bad girl and teasing him while we were watched. His head bowed to mine again and he bestowed another deep wet kiss while he forcefully guided my hand along the top of my thigh...across the top of my stocking...across the soft pale flesh and to the hot damp area between my legs. He continued to stroke his tongue against mine while he used his hand to force my fingers to part myself and seek out the little treasure spot that nestled there. As our fingers mutually found it, I could feel him grin as he kissed me harder and deeper and seemed to drink in the gasp that I issued so that I could not be overheard in the stillness of the church.

His fingers continued to hold mine down there and they flicked, rubbed, and caressed my dark crevasse until I could do nothing more then squeeze my eyes shut, hold tight to his broad shoulders and bury my face in his chest while trying to keep silent and not moan with all the pleasure I was experiencing. In a desperate moment I attempted to distract him by reaching down with my free hand to caress his length that had grown to monumental proportions while he had stroked me with his hand entwined in mine. This time he was the one who exhaled sharply and I could tell our time was just about up.

In one swift move he grabbed me by the hips and roughly pulled me further forward towards him. My ass was almost numb from the cold marble of the alter and there was a tiny little squeak as my skin skipped across the surface as he pulled me closer. I leaned in for another kiss and pushed his pants down from his hips far enough to free him completely and all was forgotten as I felt him slide into me. I moaned out loud and at that point the Pope himself could have walked in and he would have had to wait. He was so thick and each thrust was exquisite. I leaned back and lay spread upon the alter. I could feel his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my hips and I knew there would be bruises the next day. His grip on my body and the way he filled me inside caused me to arch my back and meet each pounding thrust with one of my own. I meet his penetrating stare...now more of an animal then the man who had originally entered this little room. He pulled my legs up and together in front of him and continued to stroke me inside as he bit and licked and kissed my calves. Then he let go of my ankles so I could part my legs and drop them back down around his waist. One of my high heels fell off and landed on the floor with a hollow tap. My dress was up around my waist and my stockings had been dragged down to my knees. His slacks rode low on his hips and his sweater was pushed up so that I could see the tight muscles flex in his stomach as he thrust into me. 

I looked down and saw him moving in and out and the growing sensation of a wave about to hit made me lay back again and grab onto the edge of the alter so I could hold myself in place to meet his driving hips. His pace grew faster and I bit down upon the heel of my hand to keep quiet. All of my senses were heightened because I could make no sounds for fear of being discovered. I could not moan or sigh or tell him how good he felt moving back and forth and in and out of me. How good the thick length of his cock felt as it glided in and then how fantastic it felt when he had buried himself as deep as he could and I could feel where his pelvis rubbed against me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry out loud and beg him to never stop but I couldn't. Far off in the distance we heard the murmur of voices and the idea of being caught added a certain intensity to the already frenzied pace of our act. We had to finish. 

There was no return from the height of sensation that we had reached. He buried his face between my breasts and I could feel his jaw tense as he also fought to keep silent. His hands moved to my collarbone and they gripped me with the strength of a demon. I could feel my skin bruising and the firm glide of his thrusts turned into a harsh pound. He didn't care anymore about anything but release and the ferocity of his touch drove me over the brink. The orgasm was like a wave at the beach. It started as a gentle swell and I could feel it moving slowly towards climax. As it neared, it grew bigger and the true nature of it's deception was clear when it hit. It crashed upon me like a tsunami and I could feel it whip through my entire body like a warm fat electric current. As the roar died in my ears I was brought back to reality by the sting of his fingernails digging into my hips...the tendons in his forearms tensed and I could feel him shake as he poured forth inside of me. His head was thrown back in a silent yell and his back arched as his final thrust buried him deep inside me.

December 2001 

In The Evening

It was late when I pulled into the driveway. The rain still fell in a light mist from the dark and cloudy sky. As I quietly searched for my key in the dark, I paused for a moment to survey the town from the porch perched high upon the hill. At three in the morning, most everyone was deep asleep and dreaming away.

I entered quietly and hung my keys on the coat rack. I slipped off my boots as to not track the mud, grease and soot from the last domestic that had involved a search of the woods for a man with a knife onto the light coloured carpet. The house was pitch dark but I hung up my coat in the front entry...comfortable in the familiar blackness. I silently stole up the stairs and paused to feel for the light. I almost switched it on but didn't want to wake you so I left it off. I continued up the stairs to the bedroom. The house was deathly quiet and the soft light of the moon was filtered gently onto the bed where you lay. I paused again at the doorway. You were a lump under the covers. Your handsome face rested against the pillow and your chest rose slightly with each deep breath.

Not wanting to wake you, I tiptoed across the wine coloured oriental carpet to the dresser and finished undressing. It seemed to take forever as I quietly removed first my badge, my weapon, my knife, and finally both sets of handcuffs. Each item was set down with the utmost care not to clink against the surface of the dresser and wake you from your restful sleep. I considered taking a quick shower before sliding into bed with you but decided against making that type of noise. Besides...a shower might wake me up more and I so wanted to sleep soundly. I crossed around to the other side of the bed and gently lifted the covers to slide underneath. You were laying on your back with one arm above your head and the other resting on your belly. I wanted to wrap my arm across you but didn't. Still not wanting to disturb your slumber.

Instead, I closed my eyes and curled up next to you...my head just barely resting against your side. My knees pulled up and just grazing the side of your thigh. I took a deep breath and drank in your scent and warmth. Now that I had stopped after going for more then 32 hours with barely any sleep or a break, I was hit suddenly by the exhaustion and fatigue that I had been warding off by simply ignoring it's existence. You sighed and mumbled in your sleep and abruptly rolled over leaving your back to me. I decided you were in deep enough sleep that you wouldn't noticed if I snuggled a little closer. I spooned around your warm naked body. Curling my thighs up under your ass. Pressing my breasts to your back. Without even thinking, I kissed the back of your neck. Once. Twice. Then I cautiously ran my fingers up the back of your head. I just loved the way your hair felt under my fingers. So soft. This slow act of embracing you was the last push I needed towards final relaxation and I ran my fingers softly down your side and then over around you in a hug.
And I lay there. My cheek pressed lightly between your shoulder blades. My soft body curled around yours. I felt the tears come and I allowed them to flow because I would not sleep until that final bit of stress had drained from my body. I didn't shake. Or cry out loud. Not even a sniffle. Just lay quietly and leaked tears down your back. Eyes closed tight. My hand returned to your side. And stroked softly. Gently. The slight curve towards your hip. So lovely. You must have woken because your hand stopped mine and pulled it up towards your lips for a soft kiss. I heard your whisper a soft inquiry in the darkness. Had it been a long shift? I didn't answer. Just closed my eyes tighter and nodded against your back. You kissed my fingers again. And then tucked my hand under your cheek. I wiggled even closer to you and could tell you smiled sleepily at the movement.

I pulled my hand from under your cheek and started to caress your chest. Trailing my fingers lazily up and down from your belly button up to your collarbone. Tracing around your nipples and then back again. Each time I went closer to your cock until I had included it in my caresses. It was so soft and warm but each time I brushed against it, it grew a little harder and a little warmer. You still lay with your back to me but I could tell by your breathing that you had not returned to sleep. I continued to stroke up and down your body as I began to place tiny butterfly kisses on the back of your neck and across your shoulders.

Your body was so wonderful and soft and warm. Just being next to it had such a calming affect on me. You rolled onto your back and I moved so that I was able to lie on your shoulder and continue to stroke up and down your body. I stroked your thighs after my fingers ran the length of your penis and around your balls. Your arm was around me and you began to return the caresses. Running your fingers from my elbow to the curve of my shoulder. Up underneath my hair. You caressed my neck and I moaned softly into your shoulder as you did.

I raised my head and started to kiss your lips. Softly. Gently. As I had been stroking you with my fingers. You returned my kisses with a matched passion. I could write a book about the sweetness of your mouth, your lips, and your tongue. If I was crawling in a desert and had the choice between water and just one of your kisses, I would choose the kiss. As always, the feel of your mouth over mine, on mine, inside of mine stirred the other parts of me and I felt tiny tingles run up and down the length of my body. Did you know you could get a tiny orgasm from a kiss??? I can. From yours.

As we continued to kiss, You rolled me over and rested on top of me. My legs spread naturally and you lay on top of me with your hardness pressed between us. Your lips dropped from my mouth and begin to brush along my jaw line and then down my throat. I closed my eyes and arched back as I felt them travel down my neck. Alternating lips and tongue. Soft bites with your teeth. I was starting to go crazy and you could feel my pulse quicken from your attentions.

I started to kiss the top of your head as you kissed across my collarbone and then down to my breasts. My hands roamed your back and kneaded your shoulders as you took a nipple in your mouth. You raised an eyebrow at the sound that I made as you closed your mouth around it and your tongue began to swirl around it. Teeth gently biting. The suction you were creating combined with the sensation of your teeth and tongue was maddening. Your mouth moved to the other nipple and repeated the sequence. I could still feel your hardness against me and I reached down and grasped it firmly in my hand. You exhaled in a rush and this time it was you that closed your eyes. I squeezed again and whispered into your ear how much I needed to feel you inside me right now.

Ever the gentlemen, you obliged by sitting back on your knees between my spread legs. You reached down with your fingers and spread me open gently and then pressed the head of your hard shaft against me. I felt your hands on my hips and then you slide slowly into me. The feeling was exquisite and suddenly all my worries and concerns disappeared. All that mattered was the steady firm stoke of your cock inside me. Your hands on my hips. Your fingers sunk into my flesh. The way your balls brushed against my ass as you fucked me long, hard and slow.

I pushed against each of your stokes and soon we had a rhythm going. We had spoken barely a word and each of us was lost in our own little microcosm of pleasure. You looked to be in your own world as you knelt and thrust between my thighs. I wanted you closer and deeper so I reached up for you and you opened your eyes to see my arms open and lowered your self back onto me. Your lips found mine and as our tongues went to match the timing of our hips. I raised my legs and hooked my ankles around your back in order to pull you deeper into me.

Around this time, I lost all track of where I ended and you began. We were just one slick, hot, wet, pulsing mass. As I moaned into your mouth, you whispered back to me. Between licks and kisses and thrusts and strokes I told you how good you made me feel. And you told me the same. I became aware of my approaching orgasm like it was a wave at the beach. I could feel the swell in the distance. As it grew closer, it grew bigger. I knew I would be unable to escape it crashing down upon me and when it finally did it felt the same. Intense pressure. Roaring in my ears. I couldn't breath. Blackness for just a moment then the feeling of raising back up to the surface as you came deep inside me. I could feel your entire body go tense and you held your breath as you emptied yourself. We lay spent and breathless. I think we feel asleep that way. All I know for sure is that there were no bad dreams that night.

The Ritual

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Father McKinley (Part Two)

"Scripture tells us that in order to defeat the powers of iniquity and corruption we must act out the secret desires of our hearts so they do not fester and poison us from within. Only by doing so can you purge yourself of the guilt that makes you the tool of Satan and his minions. And we shall start by doing this..." He then grabbed hold of the front of her white gown and tore the fabric with a strength born of unreasoning lust, freeing her breasts from their confines. Her heart skipped a beat and she gasped as she shrank back against the side of the altar. The priest's eyes narrowed as they came to rest on the baphomet necklace she wore around her neck.

"Devil's whore. Jezebel with her painted eyes had more virtue than you."

He grabbed a thick handful of her hair and threw her about like a rag doll, spinning her around and forcing her to bend her body over the altar. She made a futile attempt to break free from his grasp but he held her down by the back of her neck. He then gathered the folds of her gown up around her waist, revealing her bare legs and buttocks. She could feel his fingers digging into her soft flesh, caressing and squeezing, and then his weight pressing against her as Father McKinley leaned across and whispered in her ear.

"You must be purged of the evil that has taken over your soul, child, and this shall be done through the sacrament of pain."

He then removed his black leather belt and folding it over proceeded to lash her bottom, again and again, as the sharp cracks of leather on bare, tender skin and her cries of searing agony echoed off the the high vaulting of the cathedral. She clutched at the marble edge and sobbed as the priest continued to inflict his wrath on her vulnerable flesh until it was covered with a mass of angry red welts. Just when she thought she would faint from the unbearable pain, the priest desisted from his cruel punishment and threw the strap down onto the floor, but she was hardly granted a moment's reprieve when she was told to get up on the altar and lie down on her back.

Her body was on fire, not only from the violent blows of the strap but also her own burning pangs of desire which began to surge up from within. She lay back down on the cool smooth marble table, her magnificent breasts exposed to the eyes of the Christ Majestic, who seemed to look down on her with disdain. Father McKinley stood next to her, his erection yearning to break free from beneath his slacks, and she reached out and traced the rigid outline with her fingers. She unfastened his pants and reached inside, gripping the shaft of his hard cock and caressing it with her mouth. He held the back of her head and thrust himself deep inside until his balls were nestled firmly against her chin, then began sliding in and out, making love to her sweet, innocent face.

"Yes, child, partake of the body of Christ. Do this in remembrance of Me."

She went down on him like a demoness, sucking and slurping with low moans as he forced his way farther down her throat. He ran his fingers through her hair, intoxicated by its soft fragrance, and fucked her pretty face, thrusting his way down her esophagus in an attempt to choke her with his enormous length. In his lust he consigned her soul to the fires of Hell as a godless reprobate, which served only to stoke the flames of her own passion as she wrapped her legs around his and gorged on the thick flesh of his cock with a hunger that could not be sated, but then he slid all the way out of her mouth as a line of spit dangled from the head, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart across the altar. Realizing his intention, she rolled over on her belly and spread her legs even wider as the priest buried his face between her cheeks, sending a shiver up her spine. She reached back and pushed her ass against his probing tongue. She was delirious with pleasure.

"Oh, Father, please...in the name of God, fuck me."

"Yes, child. My rod and staff shall comfort thee."

Stripping what remained of her tattered gown from her body and lifting her buttocks in the air, she could feel a strong pair of hands clamp down on her waist as the priest shoved his cock inside her dripping pussy, reveling in the tightness and warmth, then began thrusting in and out with long, deep strokes. The sounds of their fucking reverberated throughout the cathedral, grunting and gasping, his balls smacking against her. She rested on her forearms with her baphomet dangling over the edge of the altar, returning thrust for thrust as her erect nipples rubbed along the smooth, cold marble. She reached back and spread her cheeks for him as he pushed down on the small of her back and ravished her nakedness with his brutal ardour, throwing the weight of his body into every heaving thrust. He threw her onto her back as his hands closed tightly around her throat and plunged himself deep inside her, her legs wrapped around his muscular body and her hands clutching at his biceps. He rocked her back and forth with the power of his thrusts, the heavy friction of her ass, still red and tender from the severe lashing she had received with the strap, against the white marble sending tongues of fire through her body.

She was close to the breaking point as their naked forms intertwined and danced in a crescendo of lust, bodies glistening with sweat and the air infused with the heavy scent of their passion. She looked up into the scornful eyes of Christ and in a further act of blasphemy she thrust her tongue across her upper lip in a depraved invitation to come down from his lofty place in Heaven and join them in the pleasures of the flesh. Just then her body went rigid and convulsed in the throes of orgasmic release.  Locking her legs tightly around the blessed Father and arching her back violently, she let out a scream of ecstasy and collapsed beneath his weight. Father McKinley slid his cock out of her pillaged womanhood and let out a bestial grunt as he shot his load, splashing her face and tits in showers of warm ejaculate, dripping from her chin and flowing in rivulets down her stomach. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feverishly jacking him off as she drained the last few spurts of seminal issue from his balls.

"You have carried out your penance and been anointed with the holy chrism", he said as he kissed her on the forehead. "Your absolution is complete. You are now righteous in the eyes of God and may enter the Kingdom of Heaven with a clear conscience."

"Thank you, Father", she replied as she lay there on the altar and smiled up at him.


......................


At home Mrs. Seven began to dwell on the events of that night and told herself over and over again that it all must have been nothing more than a dream, a vividly erotic fantasy, but her aching body and the bruises on her skin told her otherwise. She felt an immense wave of guilt flood through her heart and cursed herself for her faithlessness and impiety. The only way she could ever wash away the stain that blackened her soul was to go back to the scene of her crime and confess everything. She took the little white card out of her purse which read, "Confessions - Saturday 4:00-4:30 PM or by appointment" and dialed the number of the cathedral...

"Yes, Father McKinley? I need to schedule an appointment..."

Father McKinley (Part One)

The door opened as the sliver of light grew and washed across the floor of the stairwell, revealing a dark silhouette beyond. The two lovers stood frozen, not knowing whether to run or stay and face whoever had discovered them in the aftermath of their clandestine affair. They began to fumble with their clothes, when suddenly the hallway was flooded with light and there stood Father McKinley in the open doorway, tall and imposing in his black shirt and slacks, white collar, dark hair and stern but handsome face. Mortified, the young woman flushed with embarrassment as she smoothed the wrinkles of her short blue dress over her hips while her partner fastened his zipper and tightened his belt with an awkwardness that betrayed his fearful state of mind.

"I'm afraid the chapel is closed", Father McKinley said in an even tone. "You will have to come back tomorrow."

Gathering his composure the other man replied, "Yes...of course, Father. Please forgive us."

"No need", said the priest, a cryptic smile forming on his face. "Save that for the confessional. I have a feeling both of you will have much to atone for."

The couple then made their way with haste out of the stairwell and through the nave of the cathedral, exiting the main doorway and out into the night where they allowed themselves the luxury of breathing a heavy sigh of relief. The woman turned around to look at the huge gothic edifice of white limestone glistening beneath the moonlight, and a shadow of fear chilled her heart as it loomed over her, its pointed arches, stained glass rose windows and spires thrusting up into the heavens giving her the impression of an Accusing Angel passing judgement on her soul.

The following Saturday night she drove to the cathedral once again after receiving a phone call from Father McKinley. He wanted to speak to her concerning matters of grave importance to her spiritual welfare., asking her to come right away. She was reluctant to do so, because aside from the unusual nature of the request, even though she had attended Mass and taken Communion in the past she had never been baptized, but the priest had hung up before she could mention the fact, let alone ask him how he had gotten her number in the first place. There was something else nagging at her mind as well but she could not put her finger on exactly what it was. She began to think it had to do with being discovered in the chapel stairwell a few days before, so not wanting to show disrespect to the esteemed clergyman she decided to honor his request to come see him at the church.

She got out of her car in the parking lot and gazed up at the elaborate facade of the National Cathedral with its gargoyles, sculpted angels and ornate carvings that recounted the tale of the Creation. In the light of day she had always considered the magnificent structure to be a beautiful work of art, an architectural masterpiece in stone, but now, as the black clouds half obscured the spectral moon, it seemed to take on a vivid life of its own, and there was a certain satanic quality in the way the towers soared heavenward that bespoke not celestial aspiration, but rather grim, infernal defiance, like the upthrust horns of some fiend of the Pit, sinister and grotesque.

She mounted the steps with trepidation and stood facing the great double doors of the cathedral. She grasped one of the handles and, finding it unlocked, pulled the door open and entered. The church was lit with the soft glow of many candles, and a light breeze wafted through the doorway making them flicker and dance. She closed the door behind her and found herself inside the belly of the beast, feeling lost and insignificant in the shadows beneath the majestic arcades, high ribbed vaulting, flying buttresses and massive stone columns. In the light of the sun the stained glass windows would come alive in a glorious profusion of color, but now they were darkened in the moonlight, their pictorial tales a mystery until the birth of a new day. Her eyes swept across the cruciform interior, the central aisle leading to the Great Choir section and into the sanctuary with its communion rail carved with figures representing the twelve disciples and the High Altar of marble ringed by six white candles in brass holders beyond. Nearby was the Canterbury pulpit from which the sermons were preached to a devoted flock.

"Good evening, Mrs. Seven."

The startled woman quickly turned in the direction of the voice behind her. It was Father McKinley, dressed in his black priestly vestments and holding a bible, who had entered through a side door leading into one of the many apartments of the church.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you. Please have a seat while I go lock the door."

As Father McKinley turned the lock of the main doors the woman couldn't help wondering if it was meant to keep intruders out or to keep her from leaving. He came back and sat down next to her on the mahogany pew.

"I'm afraid I still don't know exactly why you wanted to see me, Father."

"Of course", the man replied. "I probably should have made my intentions clear on the phone, but I feel we need to talk about what happened with you and your friend in the chapel last week."

She suddenly felt a wave of nervousness and apprehension pass through her, and was about to get up to leave when the priest placed his hand on her wrist with a firm but comforting hold. "You know, the sacrament of reconciliation can do wonders for the soul." He indicated in the direction of the confessional booths set against the wall and, after a moment's consideration, she got up and proceeded to one of them, opened it and stepped inside the small compartment. The priest closed the door as she sat down on the cushioned chair and once again she experienced the feeling of being locked inside a prison. She told herself there was nothing to worry about, that she was in a holy place with a man who could be trusted not to let any harm come to her, so she forced herself to relax. Father McKinley sat down on the opposite side of the screen and, after saying a prayer for her salvation, asked her to begin.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been a year since my last confession." She then went on to relate various minor indiscretions pertaining to the Ten Commandments and the Seven Capital Sins, but when her discourse broached the topic of lust the priest sat up in his chair and seemed to take a renewed interest. To her discomfort the young penitent was urged to provide as many specifics as possible concerning that night in the chapel (for the Devil is in the details, and to drive him out one must confront him directly), but as she related the incident she found her anxiety gradually being replaced with a certain excitement, and as her story became more graphic, recounting the exquisite sensations of that night of carnal blasphemy on the chapel altar with her legs wrapped around her lover in the throes of orgasm and the taste of his flesh still warm in her mouth, she felt a sharp thrill of arousal as a bead of wetness trickled down her inner thigh.

When she was through there was a brief moment of silence followed by the sound of the priest exhaling heavily. "You do realize, of course", he said, "that the act of fornication in a house of worship is a mortal sin, a direct affront to God, and if left unrepentant can damn you to Hell for eternity."

"Yes, Father...I know", her voice inflected with the first pangs of guilt.

"In order to receive absolution for one's sins it is usually sufficient to take up the rosary and say prayers of contrition, but the nature of your particular transgression is such that extreme acts of penance are called for. Are you prepared to do what is necessary for the sake of your happiness, to prevent the loss of God's grace forever?"

"Yes, Father. I will do anything."

Father McKinley then stepped out of the confessional and opened the door on her side, freeing her from the little chamber of secrets. He was holding a white diaphanous gown draped over his arm, which he gave to her, and instructed her to stand in the center aisle of the nave, facing him, and put it on.

"This shall represent your new mantle of purity. As a snake sheds its skin, so shall you cast off the garments of your previously sinful life and begin anew as a child of light."

She stood before him and slowly, reluctantly, began to undress, until she was down to her red lace bra and thong panties. Her bare feet felt the coldness of the marble floor, and she shivered.

"Red is a harlot's color. Take those off as well."

For the first time that night she felt truly vulnerable and afraid, and would have listened to her instincts, gathered her clothes and run from the cathedral, but there was something in the man's presence and tone of voice that commanded her to stay despite her fear. She turned around with her back toward him, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She then bent at the waist and, trembling, slid her panties down to her ankles, exposing herself to the priest's burning gaze, before delicately kicking them to one side and slipping the gown on over her naked body. She turned back around to face him, the outline of her shapely form visible through the white fabric. Her hair tumbled in soft golden luxuriance about her shoulders and was imbued with a red tint in the candlelight.

"Of all God's creations, you are without doubt the most beautiful I have ever seen."

"Thank you, Father", although something in the priest's demeanor told her the compliment was not entirely innocent.

"Now, before you carry out your penance you must first receive a proper baptism in order to wash away the stain of original sin so you will be open to God's sanctifying grace. Come and kneel before the altar and supplicate yourself before Him."

She began to make her way down the aisle. As she passed by Father McKinley he reached out, and placing his hand on her back, proceeded to escort her to the High Altar, where she glanced up at the wall above her with its sculpted figure of the Christ Majestic, his right hand held in a gesture of blessing and surrounded by the glorious company of saints, martyrs, prophets, angels and faithful Christians. She then went to her knees with reverence both for the Heavenly Savior and for the man who served as his spiritual agent on earth. The priest stood over her as she looked up into his eyes and felt the power of his will bearing down on her psyche. He placed his right hand on her head and instructed her to close her eyes as he recited the Lord's Prayer (for even the Devil can quote Scripture), but at one point she opened them and realized he was now standing mere inches from her face, his massive erection straining against the black fabric of his slacks. For an instant she thought of placing her hand on his crotch, and even of unzipping his pants, opening her mouth and...but she decided against it and closed her eyes once again.

At the conclusion of the prayer Father McKinley told her to open her eyes, then asked her in an imperious tone, "Do you renounce Satan and all his works?"

"Yes, Father, I do", she replied, upon which the priest shook the holy water asperger three times in her direction and intoned, "Then by the sacrament of regeneration I baptize you in the name of the Father...and of the Son...and of the Holy Spirit."

After making the sign of the cross in the air as a symbol of redemption he continued, "You have now been reborn as a true servant of God and the Church, but the dangers of temptation are ever present, and in order to strengthen your soul against the forces of darkness you must receive into yourself the power and virtue of our Lord by means of the sacrament of the Eucharist, or Holy Communion. Take, therefore, this chalice of wine which shall become the blood of Christ as it nourishes you with His love."

He then began to speak words of consecration as she took the vessel of red wine and brought it to her lips, savoring the taste, and consumed the sweet vintage with a thirst of which she had not even been aware until now. If this was indeed the blood of Christ, then her idea of Heaven would be for Him to bleed for eternity as she bathed in the fountain of everlasting life. She emptied the chalice of its liquid contents and handed it back to Father McKinley, feeling a surge of warmth flow through her as her fears melted away. She felt the priest's strong hands grip her shoulders as he helped her to her feet and with a gentle insistence leaned her back against the marble altar, facing him.

"You are now ready to begin your penance."

The Resignation

I had the offer letter for the long anticipated position with the new company in my hand.

 

I had accepted the job and would start in two weeks. Time to do what I had been looking forward to for the the last seven months. 

 

You insisted on seeing the letter yourself first. As if to make sure in my haste and strong desire to leave that I had not missed something or made a mistake.  Your brow furrowed and I watched your eyes scan the lines of the letter.  When you had finished examining the document, you broke in to a broad grin and kissed me hard and sensuously.

 

"Are you ready," you asked me, excitement in your eyes.

 

"Ready," I replied, trying not too smile too wide.  But I couldn't help myself.

 

I headed down the hall to her office. I pushed her door open and stepped in.  She was immediately annoyed at the intrusion and her plastic face articulated this fact.

 

She said my name like it left a bad taste in her mouth all the while trying to pretend she wasn't disgusted with my presence. 

 

I smiled.

 

"About those numbers..." I started.

 

"What about them," she asked with irritation.  Already prepared for what she had decided would be another excuse to do my legal work over her numbers.

 

"I am afraid they won't be done this Friday.  Unless you do them yourself."

 

She didn't get mad. She just did that annoying tongue cluck and sighed and looked at me like I was a toddler being difficult.

 

"I thought we discussed your priorities and you understood..." she started in on me.

 

"Actually," I replied, "I am here to tell you what my priority is. My priority is Me.  I hate this job, I hate you, and I hate how I feel knowing I have to spend another second of another day listening to your incesant nebulous direction and relentless nitpicking."

 

Her jaw dropped. She rather looked like that large mouth bass that sang, "Take me to the river."  My eyes dropped quickly to see if her ass was waggling like the aforementioned bass. Alas, it was not.  Pity.

 

She was actually speechless.  Before she could find her voice I continued.

"I am here to give you my two weeks notice of resignation. I have accepted a generous job offer from a company that appreciates me and what I have to offer."

 

I turned to leave but then paused.

 

"Oh yes," I continued, "There was one other thing I have wanted to tell you since March."

 

"Well, I am sorry to hear you say that..." She started.

 

"Suck My Cock."

 

At these three words, you stepped from the hall into her office.  She wasn't sure what to say but looked a tad bit worried at the large man who had just entered her precious perfumed and chicly lighted space.  As if your presence would wilt the obnoxious hot pink and yellow silk flowers she kept on her desk.

 

"D....," I used her idiotic nickname, "Meet, My Cock."

 

The sound of your zipper in the silence was almost enough to make me laugh.  I managed to maintain a serious visage instead.  She, however, did not appear to be amused.

 

You shut the door behind you. 

 

She backed up towards the wall behind her desk and I stepped around her desk towards her.

 

"What are you doing?" She asked in a worried tone as she backed up even further to get away from my advancing form.

 

"I told you," I snarled as I reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair, "To  SUCK... MY ... COCK "

 

I said each word short and hard and punctuated them with my hatred.

 

She shrieked as I wrenched her head to the side and simultaneously kicked at her knee to make her legs buckle.

 

She dropped hard to her knees on the floor and I wrenched her head back which forced her mouth open in a loud gasp.

 

You had already freed yourself from your pants and were stroking your large cock.  You had an evil grin on your face and you hadn't said a word.  I think this scared her more then if you had spoken.

 

She tried to squirm away as you stepped towards her and I pulled on her hair again tightly.

"Suck it, Bitch," I said.

 

I stuck my figertip into the side of her jaw where I knew a pressure point to exist and her mouth popped open.  You shoved your cock into it and started to pump.  She tried to scream around your dick but she could only moan loudly.  She tried to push your hips away with her hands but you entwined your fingers with mine in her hair and took her by the back of the head as forced yourself in.  She continued to try and scream and I said,

 

"Shut up now and take it like the cunt you are or I will pinch your nostrils shut."

 

She let out one last little involuntary shriek and stopped making noise.  Instead she started to cry.

 

As you pumped away at her face I started to tell her,

 

"This is for being such a bitch to me.  This is for accusing me of lying.  This is for refusing to admit you made a mistake that created errors in my work. This is for riding my ass for mistakes that were the result of your incorrect information.  This is for the disrespect. This is for the stress.  This is for my family that has had to worry about me. This is for my friends that have been concerned.  And this is for completely just pissing me the FUCK off."

 

You were coming close to your orgasm and I said,

 

"I want you to come all over her face."

 

She tried to cry again but it just sounded like a moan.

 

Your cock slammed into her like a piston and she was choking.

 

I heard your breathing quicken and then suddenly you pulled out and unleashed what seemed like an endless stream of cum on her face.  It went up her nose and she started to choke more and gag.  It went into her eyes and mixed with her tears.  You grunted and I tore her expensive silk blouse loose from her skirt, ripped it up the front sending buttons popping like popcorn and offered you the tail to wipe your cock on.  You did this and then just let it drop back to her.  The wet shirt smacked her soft belly like a wet fish as it dropped and hit.  I shoved her to the floor and then, for good measure, I spit on her.

 

You tucked yourself back into your pants and grinned at me.  I grinned back.  You offered me your arm.  I took it.

 

Together, we left her there on the floor.

 

I made sure to turn out the light as we exited the office. 

 

My last thought as we headed down the hallway and back out into the night was, "Adios, Gorgon."

An Astral Exchange....

Wonders....as she is drifting off to sleep...is he engaged in the pleasuring of another courtesan far off in some dim room over a tavern?  His sweat dripping off strong biceps and falling silently on her velvet hot skin....?

He wonders why he would want a courtesan when he already has a Queen.

She lays caught between the waking world and the plane of dreams.  The ceiling fades to a dark night sky. Thoughts of him, a gentle smile on her sleepy lips....

He projects his will across space and time as an eldritch mist of blue and white, wrapping wispy tendrils about her legs and arms, filling her mouth.

She moans softly in the ethereal darkness.

His misty form envelopes her body, entering her.  The glowing fog turning red as he feeds off her passion.

Memories of him in her mind lending flesh to his astral form, the slow wave of pleasure as she showers her passion on him in a rain of mercy.

The flesh and form are made manifest as the mist transforms to her astral sight. A strong warm body embracing her with transcendent ecstasy.

She presses her body to his and envelopes him like a glove that has been tailored to fit only him.  They are both inside and outside each other, melding as one pulsating thrum on the quantum strings runing across all places of the Universe.

Each particle of their being igniting with the power of pure Love and Pleasure.  As each strand on the cosmic web strums with sublime melody, the music of the spheres resounds and the Dragon begins to stir.

The Dragon begins to slowly uncoil.  They feel the ripple.  The slide.  The slither of the pearlescent scales as they undulate beneath their shared surface.

The Dragon entwines its coils about them as they stroke the fire of its magic. They become the Dragon. She spreads her wings wide as he thrusts his serpentine form Heavenward.

At last she can hold back no longer the climax that has building for eternity. He thrusts deeply and powerfully into her and she explodes into a million pieces of super sensual pleasure, the only remaining feeling is where his cock connects to her like a life line.

His Dragon flame errupting inside her with volcanic force, her last concious image of the Dragon slowly swallowing as she writhes in pleasure, her naked body descending into the maw as they become one with each other.

I love you.

I love you.

Safe.

Warm.

Loved.

Forever.