Where it happened: church
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I am an orphan and got tired of the orphanage, so I snuck out. I needed a job so I went to the big Catholic Church in town and asked if they needed help. The secretary told me that Father Louis had lost his housekeeper and it was handy I showed up. The salary (it included meals and housing) was pretty low, but I couldn’t be too picky. I was interviewed by Father Louis, and while his eyes seldom left my 38Ds he seemed cheerful. I had worked about a month, and was just finishing up when Father Louis called me into his office. “Olga, you seem to be getting along well, here. I’m sorry I have to let you go.” “I don’t understand, father, I thought I have been doing my job well.” “Olga, it is very hard for a priest to remain straight in this celebate life. My last housekeeper wouldn’t do what I asked, and you probably won’t either,’ “What is it I am to do?” “Close and lock the door. Now come over beside me. Put your arms over your head.” The father stood up and put his hands on the bottom of my sweater. His eyes caught mine. I’ve got to have a job, so I didn’t stop him. He put my sweater on his desk. “How big are these?” he asked, feeling the ends of my boobs.”38Ds” I said. “Take your brassiere off and put it on the desk.” I did as I was told. He sat me down on his lap and kissed me energetically, running his hands all over my breasts. “This is fine” he said, looks like you can stay. Stand up though, you are a naughty girl for stripping in front of a priest. Don’t you think you deserve a spanking?” I nodded and he laid me across his lap. Up went my skirt and down went my panties. He obviously had spanked someone before because he went after it with a lot of energy. I started to cry and he said, “Silence! We don’t want anyone to come in, do we?” I was quiet and eventually he finished, long after I was really sore. He let me stand up and said. “Olga, you will be very valuable to me. You won’t ever need another spanking if you just do what I ask.” He helped me on with my bra, and handed me my shirt. That night, at dinner with the help, the secretary, Mrs Leather, looked at me funny, but didn’t say anything. The next day, as I was cleaning, Father Louis handed me a piece of paper with a telephone number on it. “Go see Dr Fisher, he will give you a prescription for birth control pills. We’re going to become lovers, and you don’t want to get pregnant.” I asked him if the Church didn’t prohibit birth control and he said, “Yes, and a lot of other things we’re going to do.” well, I needed the job, so I went to the doctor, who I must say, treated me with consideration. I started on the pills.
A week later the Father called me into his office. He asked me if I had gotten the pills, and I told him yes. He said, “Strip.” and watched as I did. “The only way I can justify this, is if it isn’t romantic at all. ” He bent me over the desk, dropped his pants, spit on his penis. and I was no longer a virgin. It must have been a while since he relieved himself, as he didn’t last long. “What happened to your Hymen?” he asked. “I lost it in a fall.” I told him. Now I’m not stupid, so i said to him, “Every time you do this to me, you will pay me $50.00 or I’ll tell everybody.” He sputtered but I held firm as I dressed. “Starting now” I said, and he went to his wallet and counted out the money. “Add anything else, and you’ll pay more.” I said.
I sort of like the sex, and I charge him an extra $20 if he expects any foreplay, but I’ll take him in my mouth for that. His bishop commented that he seemed much more rested, and I’ve got the start of a nest egg. He’s not bad looking, and I make him do it in his bed, as it’s more like making love. I’m now like his wife, and we’ve talked about his leaving the church, but I know he won’t. Last Sunday, I slipped into the acolytes’ room and gave blow jobs to all 4 boys, for $20 each. Hey, this is better than the home!
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