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“God—” he choked off, tensing up as he pressed his veiny member into her deeper. “Gonna cum again,” he said, and nary a moment too soon. For the thick gouts of his second cumming came quickly after, rich salty seed blasted across her tongue and over the roof of her mouth.
It was another confusing act, the sensation overpowering to her as she struggled not to choke on it. It was hard for her to take it all, to not sputter, but she’d remembered what he’d said. That she was to clean his tool.
And so as soon as his hips stopped, she went back to it, licking him so lewdly and cleaning him of not just his own cum, but trying to lave up her spittle as well.
That attentive cleaning made him twitch and moan, that dedication to obedience made him pet her hair and cheek.
“There you go, child,” he husked softly, watching her cheeks dimple and swell in succession as she cleaned him up. Until finally, she was done to his satisfaction and he tugged back his hips and let his stiff member bob before her. “You did very well,” he said, tucking himself back into his frock.
Yet she didn’t know what she’d done. Her mind swam as she looked up at him, as if she’d find guidance. Which wasn’t strange. After all, he was the man who’d helped to raise her into the woman she was, even though she hadn’t attended in so long.
But all her core guiding principles were instilled in her because of him, so his compliment caused her to smile.
The Father bent down and began to untie her binds, freeing her hands one at a time.
“You clearly remain devoted my child,” he said to her with a gentle smile. “And you have the churches endorsement, truly,” he remarked, clasping her hands then and helping her rise up once more, and let the trickle of his pearly white cum run down her inner thighs.
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She rubbed her wrists, moved around the desk and into him on uncertain legs, as if she might topple were it not for his strong hands holding her up.
“What did we just do?” she asked softly.
There were no televisions to corrupt her mind, and she’d been kept oh so sheltered from all bawdy talk. Yet she knew that was a place people weren’t to touch, not even her, but now she wondered why.
“You saved yourself for the Lord, my child,” he said to her with a gentle hand upon her back. “And He is proud. But your sacrifice is between Him and us, understand?” he said, brow raised at her in question. “You’ll say nothing to anyone else about what we did here. Yes?” He tilted his head and studied her hard.
She nodded her head, ever the obedient young woman, and took in a deep breath.
“Yes, Father,” she said softly. “I won’t say a word.”
“Good,” he said, and calmly guided her over toward the door, leaving her panties back behind them, upon his floor. “And I expect to see you here every Sunday from now on, my child. Bright and early, before everyone else. You still have some lost time to make up for,” he said with a smile and a rather jovial disposition.
“Of course, Father,” she agreed, looking over him as if seeing him for the first time, flushing as she gnawed her lower lip. “Every Sunday.”
Pleasure
The Innocent Tease - Book 2
Book Themes:
Older Man/Younger Woman, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, and Barely Legal (18-year-old woman)
Word Count:
6,501
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Amy was still in a daze when she walked out of the parish church, her first time with a man but moments earlier. The sun had official risen on the day, bright and high, and the town was actually starting to come to life along with the warmth. She could see the students filing into the schoolhouse where she’d spent so many years of her life.
She wanted to rush back there and ask her teacher, Mr. Muran, for advice. Everything that had happened with the Father had been so confusing. Leaving her head a mess. Yet she knew she still had one more man to convince before she could get her job as a teaching assistant. And then she’d work side by side with Mr. Muran.
The town hall, small as it was, sat right there but a stone’s throw away.
She made her way on over, pushed her way through the door to find the secretary just settling in, the older woman looking up with surprise at her.
“Oh, good morning Amy,” she said, because of course everyone knew everyone in that little town of hers. “Shouldn’t you be at school? It’s your last day before summer break, but I never took you as the type to miss anything,” she said in a warm, kindly fashion.
