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I drove home as if in a trance. My whole body felt as satisfied as it was tired.

There was no question of masturbating in the shower because I needed all my energy to stay on my feet.

I don't like sleeping naked, but I must have done, because today I woke up naked. Naked and almost too late for church.

I now live in a small town that doesn't even deserve the name because it's a slightly larger village.

People know each other here and know everything about each other. Terrible but picturesque, quiet, and secluded enough not to be disturbed all the time.

Going to church on Sundays is a must if I don't want to see the villagers putting together a funeral pyre for me. So I go every week and do what they do.

The church is an imposing building with a monastery attached to it. A Franciscan order.

Today before Mass, the priest told the congregation that two members of the Franciscan order were visiting the monastery for a couple of weeks to help out.

When they came in as altar servers at the beginning of mass, my blood froze in my veins.

*It was him!*

The man, my dominant tormentor was a priest!

It couldn't get any worse than that. I have nothing against rough sex practices, as I found out yesterday, I even love them. But with a Catholic priest?

Have they already gone completely crazy?

I made myself as small as possible in my pew and was one of the first to leave the church. I didn't want him to see me, and I didn't want to see him again.*

When I got home, I just yelled to ALEXA "Alexa music, loud!" and I didn't care what she was playing. It just had to be loud enough to drown out my jumbled thoughts.

Now I'm pacing back and forth, trying to think and not think about everything.

The music fills my house with the incomparable sounds of Five Finger Death Punch as I see a figure standing in my front door through the tinted glass.

Someone has probably rung the doorbell, but the speakers installed throughout the house only allow me to hear the music. It's like good wine after good sex.

*Bitter and warming.

I go to the door, and Ivan Moody's voice makes my body vibrate to "Wrong side of Heaven".

I would have to shout loudly to get ALEXA to turn down the music in the kitchen, so I don't try and open the door.

I wasn't expecting him!

*I wasn't really expecting anyone, but my throat-fucking priest, least of all.

His mouth moves, and I think he wants to come in.

Do I have to invite him in, like a vampire, or would he come in anyway?*

I bycasino don't see his companion, but he's good enough for me. I'm still sore after yesterday, and the prospect of having him inside me again excites me, but he's a priest!

I need to keep a clear mind and confront him.

He looks at me just as intensely as he did at the medieval market, only this time he's much closer. My breath is coming fast, and my nipples must be clearly visible under my T-shirt. They are still red from yesterday, and the fabric rubs painfully over them.

This is the reason I am not wearing a bra.I want to feel it with every move.

The title changes to "Bad company" and I realize that "Wrong Side of heaven" couldn't have had better timing than its appearance here.

I make what I hope is an inviting gesture and devour his form with my eyes. I know what his cock feels like inside me, how hard he can fuck, and even what his spit tastes like.

The desire in my body successfully blocks out rational thought. I want an explanation from him. I have to tell him that I don't want it and that it was a mistake!!!

*But the only thought that really dominates my mind is what will happen now.

Now I'm going to see his body, feel it, and taste it. Even if it's the last thing I do in my life!

Again he says something, but I can't and don't want to hear him.

*I want to HAVE him!

*I reach out for him, and with one big step, he is with me.

He pulls me into an almost painful embrace and kisses me greedily. His tongue conquers my mouth and his hands are everywhere as he presses me against him and turns me against the wall. My body presses greedily against him, and the kiss is incredible.

I want to take him upstairs to my bedroom and into my bed, but he would have to let go of me for a moment, which he doesn't do. I put my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. I don't want him to think about breaking off the kiss now, he excites me more than any cock. There's still time for his cock. I have to let go of his head briefly when he pulls my T-shirt over my head.

I want to take his off too, but he grabs my wrists and crosses them over my back so he can grab them with one hand.

Another demonstration of power, but I've seen it before.

*This time, he doesn't hold my hands as tightly, but still firmly.

He breaks off the kiss and kisses his way down my neck to my breasts with their already hard, aroused nipples. My lips miss the kiss, but I would have to scream to make myself understood over the sounds of "Bad company" and besides, I can only moan as he sucks on my breasts like his life depends on it.

It's beautiful, so beautiful, bycasino güncel giris but it also scares me.

I can feel what this man is capable of, and I'm afraid I'm about to feel his teeth on my nipples.*

I definitely don't want that.*

To my relief and surprise, he kisses his way down and pulls my jogging bottoms and panties down with him. I definitely wouldn't have expected that.

He lets go of my hands and presses his big paw on my stomach as he lifts my leg so I can get out of my clothes.

As I try to put my leg back down, he holds it firmly and then lets it hang over his arm as he props himself up against the wall at my thigh level.

Soon my knee sinks onto his shoulder because I can't really control it as his mouth plunges into my aroused vagina.

It's not the first time he's done this, I think, as I realize that the position is relaxed and easy for me to hold.

His hand presses me against the wall, and he turns slightly to the side so that he has his other hand free ,and my leg can rest on his shoulder and lean against the wall.

I am completely open to him, and his tongue reaches my clit without any problems.

He is not licking along my labia, not making any foreplay.

He goes straight to the center.

I can't resist and don't want to.

The music and the man who is now pampering me with his fingers are irresistible. I moan loudly in delight and know that I can scream without him hearing me.

It is overwhelming.

My pussy, still raw from his friend's cock from yesterday, accepts his tongue like the gentlest caress imaginable, and my body vibrates with the sounds of the music as I approach my climax.*

He knows exactly what he's doing because, as I come, he pushes his fingers deep inside me. The feeling is incredible. I am happy he is pushing me to the wall because my whole body starts shaking in overwhelming lust. I can only hear the noise I make in my head, and I'm happy that it's like this.*

I come very hard, and he holds me against the wall.

Then he comes up and lifts my other leg so that I can clasp him with my thighs. I point upwards with my still trembling hand, and he understands. He grabs my waist with one arm and walks up the stairs. I point in the direction of my bedroom and hold on to him.

There, he lays me on the bed and undresses.

I love what I see. His body is athletic, and his chest is thick with hair, which I find incredibly sexy. I want to look at him while I enjoy him, and when he lies down on top of me, I roll to the side with him unsteadily and then sit astride him.

I just came, but I haven't had enough.

Not from this man.

I'm bycasino deneme bonusu surprised he lets me do this, but maybe he's not so dominant and brutal without his friend. I like this side of him too.

His cock is erect and hard, and I can see the pleasure in his eyes as I sit on him and let him slide deep inside me. His cock doesn't seem as impossibly long as it did the first time. My pussy is probably in better shape now than it was with my vibrator. I rest my hands on his chest because I just have to touch him and start to move.

I know I have to fuck myself as fast and hard as I can with his cock because he's about to give in to the compulsion to take control.

He grabs my breasts, my legs, and my stomach. His eyes devour me, and a satisfied smile appears on his sharp-cut face. He enjoys what he sees, and I reach up to my head to undo the barrette that interferes with my vigorous movement.

As my hair spills over my shoulders and down to my breasts, his dark eyes widen, and I feel triumphant inside.

I know the effect this has. My hair is long and blonde and never fails to have an effect. Positive on men, and negative on women.

I fuck myself with his cock as hard as he did the first time. He's hard, very hard, and looks at me like his next meal.

My fingers curl into claws, and I grip his shoulders hard with my fingernails. I don't care if he throws me off, a few more thrusts, and I'll come again.

My movements become more jerky as my orgasm approaches, and he wraps his hands around my waist. Then he lifts me up a little and fucks into me even harder. His strength is amazing, and the effect is almost immediate.

I come on him and just want more of him inside me. I see his face contort and feel his cock pumping inside me.

My pussy grips him tightly, and his whole body lifts off the bed and bends backwards as he cums deep in me with relish. His cock just shoots inside me, and I don't move, but my pussy still twitches violently.*

It's good, so good.*

He pulls me to his chest and kisses me tenderly. Where is the man from yesterday?

I'm almost asleep on his chest when the music stops.

"You are so infinitely beautiful," he says, kissing my head.

I freeze.

All my senses immediately go into battle readiness, and my brain tries to translate what it has just heard.

It's the man from the medieval market. There's no doubt about it.*

But the voice is never that of the man whose cock I sucked yesterday. Nor is he the companion of the talented throat-fucker, because he was much bigger. Just two sizes bigger.

*I try to lie still and think about what that means.*

He pulls me close, and the bedspread over us both. Then he kisses me tenderly again, and I return the kiss.

*

After a while, he breaks away from me and looks lovingly into my eyes.

"We need to talk."

He's bloody, right!!!