Bestow favour upon you
Blessings my dear
Honey had spent her childhood attending church, but as a mature 30-year-old ballet club member, her precious time was constrained by studies.
Her strict parents expected her to worship regularly. Denying herself the joys of church attendance, Honey was summoned by a local church official who aimed to persuade her to return.
Before any persuading could begin, Honey found herself at the back of her gym, directly beside the humble church; she intended to quickly attend the meeting and return to practice dance. The church was modest, with one small window, and a line of candles flickering against the aged, crumbling walls.
The priest, tall and not short of years, guided her through the entrance and ushered her into a small, secluded room. Honey sat in an old, wooden chair, the armrests a testament to its age. Her tutu, still in full effect after practice, seemed out of place against the church's drab decor.
He inquired about her academic pursuits, but distracted by her exposed thighs, Honey took a blanket from a nearby stand to adorn her lap. Upon noticing her discomfort, he offered her a cushion.
Honey silently pondered the role of fabric in relation to her other garments, as her satin tights regularly lay over her sensitive, enticing body, she registered the added heat in her lower region. Inquisitive, she put it down to her overall heightened state of agitation, clenching her thighs to trap it into place. Without warning, his wet tongue caressed her.
Honey's flushed cheeks, laughing at her own horrified expression, replied to his kind words of guidance with a coughing fit that carried on past a polite response. She grabbed the edge of her chair and rolled back in discomfort.
The lapping tongue, proposed as a sensible reaction to the uninvited attention, now licked deeper, teasing her clitoris through her clothing. Against her better judgement, an orgasm built, her sharp intakes of breath punctuating the supposedly devout meeting.
Lurching back as the ecstasy built, she desperately shuffled her thighs. Unable to contain her climax any longer, elaborate moans escaped her as she arched, the chair solid beneath her firmly-held legs. The printer blared, announcing the arrival of the final moment of her pleasure and the inevitable squirting she could not suppress.
As her release faded, she swiftly sat back down, stealing brief glimpses of the unseen man below. Chin barely touching her chest, she gazed up at him, on no account wishing to cast any blame.
Cutting through her discomfort, the priest casually gestured for the man beneath her to switch places, leaving his seat and returning to his more dignified garments.
While she was standing, her torn tights hanging around her ankles, the Dark Lord, his face still wet with her juice, climbed up to greet her. Her tutu had caught during her span of disarray, her panties now casually askew.
Honey met his eyes, a mixture of curiosity and relief, as she found herself witness to the violation of her body. He said nothing, just flashing her a mischievous smile and making his way to his chair.
A glance back revealed a young man in the role of a deserving worshipper, kneeling, and servicing his heavenly mentor. His visage had been concealed during their meeting, and he now straddled the priest with steady strokes.
Reflecting on the events, she dared to smirk. Clad in her basic underwear, she knew her tearful apology to her parents would be smilingly accepted.
With her newfound knowledge came an overwhelming appreciation for the layers of life's promises. Dropping to her knees, she presented the metaphorical bounty of her lower half, her cheeks still reflecting the sin she had been condemned for. Her legs spread, Honey sunk onto the priest's cock hungrily, suspecting he had been anticipating this gesture the entire time.
"So I don't have to worry about you spilling the beans about this little adventure, right?"
She shook her head, "No, dad. I should probably...go."
His eyes were serious as he said, "Stay if you want, there's no shame in witnessing or enjoying pleasures, it's part of what God has given us. I know you appreciate this, and you now know why we have those special services. If you keep quiet, you're always welcome here. If you talk...well, we could have a discussion. If you never want to return, that's fine. It's your choice, my dear. Now let me enjoy."
He pushed his robes aside, and the man with the red face, his mouth deep on the priest's cock, was breathtaking. He had thick brown curly hair and big green eyes, and he choked on the priest's cock as he praised him and ran his hands through his hair. He flicked his eyes at her as he swallowed twice and moaned as the priest came down his throat. The priest placed a finger on his lips and held up a hand, the man stood, a few inches taller than her, his cock hard in his pants, and came to kiss her chin. She nodded, and he leaned in for a kiss, passing her a little of the priest's cum as they kissed and moaned. The priest stroked his cock, watching, then stood to stroke the man's chin, he nodded and left with a blush and a shy smile.
The priest sat back down on his chair, and she sat on his desk, stroking his cock as he wrote emails. When he pulled her into a lap, she rocked against him, and a while later, his cock was solid. She loved the naughtiness, his robes, this room with all its religious items, and her sat on his lap, grinding against his cock. He put a hand behind her neck and pulled her into a sloppy kiss, moaning, enjoying the dry humping, her wet pussy leaving a trail on his dark robes without a doubt.
She leaned over his desk and pushed back against his cock, eager to have him inside of her. He palmed her ass and stood, rubbing against her as she lifted her hips. When she tipped her hips up, he chuckled and lifted his robes to push his cock inside her. He was thick; the head slid in as she moaned, head hitting the desk. He then gripped her hips and pushed in roughly, making her gasp. She felt so full and so good, she was wet enough for the slide to be smooth, and he started to fuck her slowly and deeply, rubbing her back and moaning.
It didn't take long before she felt herself close again, enjoying the scent of incense and the musky smell of sex, the view of the office and the church through the door's crack. The feeling of his heavy robes against the back of her legs and his strong hands gripping her hips tighter as he came deep inside her, thrusting as he continued to cum, she moaned at the feeling of the warm liquid spilling inside her.
His words of praise against her back brought her peace, and his saying how blessed she was and how well she had performed gave her satisfaction. She beamed with pleasure, her fantasy finally realized, and she smirked more as the cum dripped down her legs and the leak from her pussy soaked her leggings.
He said, "You're quite fortunate today, young lady. Say a prayer as you leave, and I'll tell your parents you're a good, church-going girl, and your regular services fit with your university schedule."
She cleaned herself up as best she could in the bathroom, slipping into some leggings and leaving her ripped tights. She left with a nod, telling Bastien to go in as he left her with a gentle touch on her arm and a cheeky grin.
She walked all the way back to her apartment with the priest's cum inside her, and with a slight trickle down her leggings. She smirked, thinking about the improbable chance of the priest impregnating her. She had always had a little breeding fetish, after all. Now she knew she would be attending more church. Why not?
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