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$242.46. My hands shook as I stared at my bank balance, unsure what to do. I was covered on rent for the month, but this wasn't going to be nearly enough to pay my bills and utilities, nevermind groceries. I had about a week's worth of ramen and potatoes left, maybe two if I stretched it, but I'd still be a starving Yozo come the 15th.
"Come on, what do other girls do when they need some cash?" Muttering to myself made me feel marginally better, but it didn't put dollars in my bank account. As I wracked my brain for solutions, one miraculously popped onto my screen in the form of a text message from my dad.
-The church is having a barbecue tomorrow, do you want to come?-
Being around a bunch of old fuddy duddy men and their equally boring wives didn't exactly sound like a crackin' good time, but a free meal was a free meal. It also meant potential leftovers, so I hastily typed out a "yeah" and ran to my closet to pick out my most church appropriate attire. Normally I wouldn't have an issue wandering outside in my pajamas and crocs, but given that my father was one of the pastors in the area, I had to at least look somewhat normal. After digging through various clothes, I finally decided on a nice sun dress and flats, laying them out on my chair for the next day. Ramen with a fried egg was good enough for today, but tomorrow... Tomorrow promised ribs.
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"Yozora, stop eating sausage like that, you're embarrassing us. You're also dripping grease all over yourself."
Nudging me in the ribs, my father admonished me through the side of his mouth while I wolfed down multiple helpings of meat at a time, paying little attention to the people around me. I had no idea what this function was even for, I was just here for the barbecue. Whoever was on the grill was doing a fantastic job, everything was perfectly cooked and dripping with juice.
"Sorry," I mumbled, swallowing a mouthful of brisket, "It's really good."
"It is, isn't it? Would you like to meet the chef?"
"If it means I can get seconds, sure."
Standing up from the table, my father waited until I finished gnawing at my baby back ribs before waving me over to the grill.
"Yozora, I'd like you to meet Father Mason. Father Mason, my daughter."
The man behind the grill was quite a bit taller than me and on the heavyset side, but he had the build of a rugby player with thick hands and wide shoulders. Streaks of gray lined his dark hair, and the lines of age showed plainly on his cheery face. A thick mustache partially obscured his upper lip, and he looked down his spectacles at me as I stepped forward.
"It's nice to meet you, Father," I said, shaking his hand lightly. His grip was uncharacteristically rough for a clergyman, and I almost dropped my plate in surprise.
"You as well. How are you enjoying the food?"
"She can't stop gushing about it," my father answered, "Say, Father, is your nephew still single?"
There it was. The real reason why I'd been invited, for my dad to play matchmaker with me and one of his work friends.
"Donny? No, he's seeing a lass from Masterton," the priest laughed, flipping a long steak over, "Been together for two months now, great girl."
"Oh, well good for him. I hope they're happy together."
Father Mason raised an eyebrow at my father, but the grin on his face remained as he waggled the metal tongs in his direction. "Don't push too hard. We can't control our children no matter how hard we try; not even the Lord Almighty has that power. Besides, even if Donny isn't available, there are plenty of other eligible bachelors floating around."
"Can they cook as good as you?" I asked, eyeing a hamburger dripping cheese at the end of the grill.
Mason gave another chuckle before grabbing the burger and placing it on my plate. "Hard to say, but I doubt it. I've been king of this grill for nearly a decade now; it's how I landed my Layla in the first place."
"I can relate. The way to my heart is definitely through my stomach."
I could see my dad roll his eyes, but at least he stopped trying to set me up with strangers for the moment. "Alright, I get it. I'll keep an eye out for chefs in my congregation," he said, stealing a sausage for himself, "Father Mason, always a pleasure."
"May you walk in the grace of the Lord."
Now that my dad's entire reason to drag me out was unsuccessful, I had nothing else really keeping me at the function. Nothing except the mountains of meat still sizzling on the grill, though I was starting to feel a bit full.
"So, how do you like being a priest?" I asked, looking for any excuse to hang around and nab more meat for the road.
Father Mason gave another hearty laugh, putting a rack of ribs on the flame. "You don't need to hang around if you have somewhere better to be. I can tell your father you started feeling sick, and I'll even make a plate for you to take home."
"Oh my god, thank you. Except..."
"Except?"
"Except I kind of don't have a ride home. I spent probably way too much money to get here, and I don't know if I have enough to make it home. Things are... a little tight right now." I didn't feel great telling him about my money issues, but it was somehow easier opening up to him than my own father.
"That is an issue. Tell you what, let me grab someone else to man the grill for a few minutes, and I can take you home," Father Mason suggested, waving someone else over.
"I don't want to impose..."
Passing the metal tongs to a younger man in a polo shirt, Father Mason gathered his coat and gave me a warm smile. "It's not a problem at all, I'm happy to help. Besides, I've standing here for hours, I could use a break."
Uneasy, but without any other choices, I watched as he wrapped a plate of food in tin foil and handed it to me. Whenever I asked my parents for a ride anywhere I was always met with a sigh or a roll of the eyes, but Mason walked over to the parking lot with a cheery whistle. Though my father never seemed to be lacking for money, he drove a fairly reasonably priced Toyota, so when we came to a stop in front of a black Mercedes, I was more than a bit surprised.
"You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself," I murmured, standing by the passenger door as he unlocked it with a beep.
"We certainly don't want for much," he laughed, "But this is my one little vice. I've always loved cars and dreamt of owning one of these since I was a lad."
Climbing inside, I carefully placed my plate of food between my feet before pulling the seat belt across my chest. Father Mason did the same, though I noticed his eyes linger on my chest as the strap sank between my cleavage and disappeared.
"Right," he coughed, "So, where am I taking you?"
"Just take the main street south for about six miles and turn left at the Four Square. I'm just on the right from there."
Starting the car with a nod, Father Mason carefully pulled out of the parking lot and into the road, his head almost permanently turned slightly in my direction. The ride was practically silent save for the sound of the engine, and as I watched him stare at the tight fabric of my dress, I gradually started to come up with a plan.
"So, Father," I spoke, breaking the silence, "What do you do for fun outside the church?"
"Hm? Oh, uh, I try to read whenever I can. Play a spot of golf every now and then. And please, call me Gerald."
"Golf? Do you play with your wife?"
Turning to face him in my seat, I could see him visibly swallow as he glanced at my chest once again before turning his attention back to the road. "My wife? No, she can't stand the sport. Thinks it's for toffs."
"Really? I've never played, but it looks like fun," I remarked, leaning in a bit, "Maybe you could teach me?"
"Oh, it's simple. You just square up to the ball, keep yourself steady, and let it rip. It's a getting a bit warm in here, are you warm?"
I could see the sweat beading on the Father's forehead as he stared forward at the road, his knuckles turning white from gripping the wheel, and I slid back into my seat before I inevitably caused a wreck. He was a perfectly nice man, pleasant, generous... And knowing that I had my hooks in him had me giddy as could be.
"We're just about at my place, just pull in on the right here," I instructed. There was a sudden swerve as Gerald pulled into the lot, and then we were parked within seconds.
"Here we are, Yozora," he mumbled, still staring straight ahead, "It certainly was nice meeting you."
Glancing down at Gerald's crotch, I could already see the fabric of his trousers starting to rise, and I intentionally placed my hand on his inner thigh as I leaned over. "Thank you... Father," I murmured, kissing his cheek and feeling his pants tighten even more, "Come see me again sometime. Apartment 104. We can play golf together, or even just talk."
Without waiting for a response, I unbuckled my seat belt and stepped out of the car, leaving Father Mason to battle his demons.
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When Monday morning came around, I was greeted by my cat, Okita, meowing repeatedly in my face. I tried desperately to hide under the covers, but he just wasn't having it and continued pawing at me.
"Alright, alright," I grumbled, turning over to look at my digital clock. Maybe morning wasn't the right word to use; it was already almost noon. Crawling out of bed, I threw on a robe and shuffled over to the kitchen, filling Okita's water bowl before dumping a can of food out for him. I still had a few leftovers from the barbecue sitting in my fridge, but I could feel my stomach turning as I thought about it. It's not like it was bad by any means, it was just difficult to eat multiple days in a row.
"You've probably got more food options than I do," I told Okita, who continued on lapping at his water bowl, "I might nab one of your Meow Mix variety packs. You don't mind, right?"
As I pondered, more seriously than I would have liked, taking a spoon of Okita's canned food, a knock on my door snapped me back to reality. I'd been expecting a package, so hopefully it was just Amazon leaving me something. When I opened the door with a partially open bathrobe, however, I found Father Mason standing in front of me, wearing a short sleeved button down shirt and slacks.
"Father! I wasn't expecting you," I exclaimed, letting him get an eyeful before pulling my robe closed, "Can I help you with something?"
"Well, you said to come by... But if it's a bad time, I can come back another day." I could tell he was struggling just to be here; his cheeks were already turning deep crimson.
"No, not at all! Would you like to come in?" I asked, stepping back and waving him in, "I can put on some coffee or tea."
"Some... Some tea would be lovely. Though I probably shouldn't stay too long."
Shuffling forward awkwardly, Father Mason walked past me and into my kitchen area, taking a seat at the table. "Yozora, I was thinking about our conversation the other day," he began, pulling an envelope from his back pocket and playing with it, "And I realized that I couldn't just sit by while someone was in need."
I had an inkling of what was in the envelope, and my heart was soaring in my chest. Still, I didn't want to seem to eager, so I forced myself to take a deep breath and sit calmly at the other end of the table.
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently, leaning over just enough to reveal my breasts inside the robe, "You don't have to do anything for me."
Father Mason's eyes locked instantly on my tits resting against the table, but he managed to pull himself together enough to continue on. "Well, the church provides charity, doesn't it? So, think of this as a donation to someone in need," he said, swallowing nervously multiple times. Unfolding the envelope, he pulled a slip of paper from inside and placed it on the table, sliding it over to my end.
"Father, this... This is a blank check." I had to make sure this wasn't some kind of mistake, that was far too generous for just some cleavage.
"Yes, I know. Just fill out whatever amount you feel you need and cash it," the Father coughed, looking off to the side, "And if you find yourself in a position to repay it, whether it be to me or someone else, I just ask that you consider it."
"If I find myself in a position, huh..."
Leaving the check on the table, I slid out of my chair and onto the floor, crawling forward until I was kneeling in front of Father Mason. My hands slid up his legs, pulling them apart as I shuffled between them, and I could see his trousers practically about to rip in the crotch.
"Yozora, what are you doing? I'm a happily married man," he mumbled, already out of breath, but he made no moves to stop me, "I cannot simply commit adultery..."
His verbal admonishment continued, but his hands were already undoing his belt and lowering his zipper. When his cock sprung free, I barely got a look before he grabbed me by the hair and forced my mouth onto it. While I didn't get to examine it with my eyes, my lips and tongue were getting an in depth lesson; the fat head was already jabbing at the back of my throat and coating my tongue with salty ooze, while my lips were stretched thin around his girth. I couldn't help but gag each time he dragged me further onto his shaft, and by the time my nose was nestled in his thick pubes, I was choking and drooling onto the floor.
Nobody had ever treated me this way, or had been big enough to stuff their cock into my throat, but oddly, I didn't mind. In fact, I found myself reaching between my own legs as Father Mason abused my mouth. As tears streamed down my cheeks from the constant gagging, my fingers crept inside my panties and began to rub against my slit. The way his mushroom shaped head constantly stretched my throat was addicting, and I began to unconsciously swallow around him each time he plugged it up. I could feel him quickly reaching his breaking point, his shaft would throb and swell even wider as pre trickled down my throat, and within a minute later, he grabbed my head roughly with both hands, pulling my face into his crotch. His heavy balls twitched repeatedly, pumping his seed up through his shaft, and then I felt it; the thick goo he'd been saving for days now. The sheer force of the initial blast caught me off guard, but it immediately slowed to a steady stream of viscous ooze just pouring down my gullet. My throat swallowed reflexively, but it hardly needed to. There was nowhere else for his seed to go, and for the next minute, I was held in place as Father Mason groaned above me, unloading his frustration into my belly.
When he finally ran dry his grip on my hair relaxed, but I didn't pull off his cock like he expected. Instead, I simply pulled back to keep the spongy head between my lips, letting my tongue run along the underside to coax out every last drop of creamy white liquid. I knew that eventually the guilt and regret of what he'd done would hit him, and if I wanted to get another blank check in the future I'd have to beat those emotions out. I couldn't just be a passing fancy, I had to get in his head and stay there. With that thought in my mind, I pulled my hand from my panties and wrapped it around the thick base of his shaft, stroking it gently while slurping along the tip. Despite his recent orgasm he was already starting to get hard again, and as I bobbed my head slowly, I felt him swell once more between my lips.
"Yozora, wait-" Father Mason gasped, but I just continued working him back into a full erection. If he liked my tits so much, I was going to give him something to remember for the rest of his life.
"Move back a bit," I instructed him, letting him pop free of my lips. There was a bit of slow shuffling as the chair slid back against the linoleum floor, but when he was finally back far enough, I slid through and occupied the new space between him and the table, pressing my chest against his shaft. This wasn't something I'd ever done before, but it was worth a try, at least. Letting my robe fall to the floor, I leaned in further, letting my breasts swallow his shaft until he was nestled comfortably between them and coating my skin with his warm pre. I wasn't exactly sure how to go about working his cock from here, but I ended up simply wrapping my arms as best I could around my chest to keep him sandwiched inside, then bouncing them along his length. It must have felt good, or maybe he was just on a hair trigger, because within a few minutes I began to feel warm spurts erupting between my tits. As I shifted myself lower to expose the head of his cock, a heavy load splattered across my face, making me recoil a bit in surprise, but I kept working him until every last drop was glistening on my pale skin.
"Is that a good way to pay it forward?" I asked innocently, running my tongue along the leaking tip. When he didn't answer for a full minute, I started to have concerns that I might have accidentally given him a heart attack, but eventually he did nod and start to stand up again.
"That was... That was incredible. But we can never do that again," Father Mason spoke, leaning on the table as he caught his breath, "I will atone for my moment of weakness, and beg forgiveness from my wife."
That wasn't what I wanted to hear. "I guess you could do that. But, Father, is there anything that you ever wanted to try that your wife just won't let you do?"
I could see his cock twitch visibly when I called him Father, and I knew I had him back on the hook.
"Well, she's a devout God fearing woman whom I love dearly... And as such, considers sodomy a sin."
Without a second thought, I rose to my feet and bent over the table, lifting my tail out of the way and raising my backside into the air. "I don't consider it a sin," I murmured, waving my hips from side to side, "Maybe next time you come by, I can earn another check..."
I expected him to just say yes and go on his way, so when his hands landed on my cheeks to pull them apart, I was afraid I'd worked him up into yet another erection. More money was always welcome, but I definitely wasn't ready to take it up the ass just yet. Thankfully, it was only his tongue and not his cock that he pressed to my hole, and I spent the next minute or so feeling him kiss and lick across my rear before finally letting me go.
"I might have some free time next week," he informed me, zipping his pants once more and straightening out his clothes, "Maybe I'll see you then."
Picking up my own robe, I threw it on as I walked him to the door. I knew I had him, but just to make sure he came back, I needed to sink my claws just a bit deeper...
"Maybe you will," I replied, leaning up to bring my lips closer to his ear, "Daddy..."
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It was, unsurprisingly, less than a week before Father Mason came knocking again; four days, to be exact. Maybe my teasing had worked a little too well. But a new visit meant a new check, and even though I'd cashed the first one for just enough to cover my bills, I wasn't going to say no to another. Unfortunately, this visit came right when I was streaming.
"Um, sorry, I'll be right back," I told my chat, "I think my landlord's knocking."
I already knew it wasn't my landlord as he'd stopped by the day before to check on my pipes, but it was the first excuse that came to mind. And when I opened the door to find Father Mason standing in front of me with a bouquet of flowers, the excuses ran dry.
"I know it hasn't been a week, but I just had to come see you again," he said, pushing his way inside, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for even a minute."
Once the door had closed behind him, he was immediately all over me, grabbing at my backside and pulling me into a rough kiss. We'd never kissed before, surprisingly, and feeling his thick tongue push past my lips had me a bit weak in the knees from the sheer force of his passion. "I'm flattered, really," I gasped as his mouth traveled to my neck, "But this isn't the best time. I'm kind of in the middle of something."
"This won't take long, I promise..."
Somehow I didn't quite believe him, but there was nothing I could do as his hands roamed my body, pulling at my clothes. Before I knew it my shorts were at my ankles, and my t-shirt was halfway over my head. I barely noticed his fingers unhook my bra, but I couldn't help but let out a surprised gasp when his lips closed over my nipple. Everything was happening so fast, and I tripped over my shorts as I was forced backwards, falling back onto my sofa with Father Mason dropping with me. His tongue flicked wildly over my nipple, sending miniature jolts of electricity throughout my chest, and when he finally switched to my other breast I was already out of breath and writhing beneath him. I could hear his own pants dropping as he sucked and licked at my tits, and the next time he shifted his weight, I found his cock sliding between them.
"You don't mind, right?" Father Mason asked, though I didn't get a chance to respond before he began rolling his hips forward. Maybe it was just my imagination, but he felt larger than before as he slipped back and forth between my breasts. He was certainly leaking a lot more; his precum was already pooling on my neck. I could feel every twitch and throb as he jabbed the head of his cock against my lips, and after only five minutes, he began to grunt in warning. I pursed my lips in anticipation, but as his fingers tweaked my nipples, I unfortunately took the first rope across my tongue due to my involuntary moan. The second and third streaked over my eye and in my hair, and by the time he finished letting it all out my entire face was covered in his heavy load.
"Alright, are you done?" I could feel his seed dripping down my skin as I turned my head to the side, but at least he was starting to go soft. Unfortunately, he was far from done, and my morning was far from over. The crouch creaked as he crawled off my torso, but his hands quickly found my inner thighs, pulling them apart. His thick tongue immediately dragged against my lower lips, and my back arched upwards as every muscle in my body tensed.
"Fuck- I... I really don't have time for this," I groaned, but another long lick sent my eyes rolling up into my head. I knew my stream was waiting for me, but I couldn't stop my toes from curling every time he brushed over my clit. Everything was out of control, even if it did feel amazing in the moment. And as he continued to run his tongue along my slit, I eventually sank back into the cushions of my couch and let him. My hips would jerk involuntarily every so often, and my arm was covered in teeth marks as I bit into it to stifle my moans. My first orgasm came as a complete surprise, as I was just riding a wave of warm electricity just before it hit, but as soon as the first one hit, they only kept coming. Father Mason's tongue was relentless throughout it all as well, and his heavy mitts clamped onto my waist to keep me in place as he brought on consecutive climaxes. Gripping the cushions, I just held on for dear life as my legs shook violently. My moans quickly turned to screams as my brain scrambled inside my skull, and when he finally let me go, I collapsed into a sweaty, panting mess.
"...Relax...Hurt..."
Father Mason was mumbling something, but I couldn't make it out at all over the ringing in my ears. However, I did pick up on what he was trying to say when he began to spread a slimy gel between my cheeks.
"Wait... I've never actually..." I tried to tell him, but it didn't stop his finger from coating my backdoor with the stuff. When he began to apply some pressure to work it inside, my body instinctively clenched down to fight it, but I was already so weak that it barely registered at all. With nothing preventing him from making entry, Father Mason slowly stretched me open and pushed more slippery gel inside while I groaned incoherently on the couch. His digit was nowhere near as thick as his cock, but even just feeling that worm its way through had me uncomfortably full. The gel helped with the friction of his finger sliding back and forth, but it didn't do anything for the burning sensation of being spread open. Still, I was in no position to stop him, and I simply gritted my teeth and let him do what he wanted.
"Alright, that's about ready," Father Mason huffed after a few minutes of slow fingering. I tried to find my voice, to tell him to stop, but it came far too late. Flipping me over effortlessly, the priest leaned his weight on me and began to slide his gel covered shaft between my cheeks as I moaned helplessly into a pillow.
"Don't worry, I'll take it slow..."
The tip of his cock felt enormous as it nestled against my weakened ring, and it felt even larger when it began jabbing forward. With a series of short nudges, Father Mason ever so gradually forced the engorged head into me, keeping his hands firmly on my shoulders to ensure I couldn't struggle. I could hear him moan happily as my hole tensed repeatedly around him, but I wasn't clenching with intention to make him feel good. All I could do was bite into the pillow and groan in frustration while he sank his cock deeper, until finally the mushroom head popped inside and my hole closed around his shaft.
"You're so tight, Yozora... I can't believe it feels this good."
Father Mason's praise didn't do much to soothe the intense burning of my stretched hole, and neither did his sudden thrust forward. With nothing else holding him back, he buried every last inch of his oversized cock inside me, kissing the back of my shoulder as his hips came to rest on my cheeks. I still couldn't respond in any way except wordless grunts into the pillow, but he apparently took that as a sign to go on. My eyes rolled up into my head as he pulled his hips back, and when he dropped them, a muffled groan escaped my lips and into the pillow.
Digging my nails into my sofa cushions, I endured the endless wet slaps of Father Mason pounding into me. I already regretted my decision to offer my ass to him; I didn't think he'd take me up on it so soon, if at all. Still, the sensation of being dominated and used so completely was... exhilarating. I could feel the head of his cock tugging at my anal ring when he pulled back, and when it nestled back into my belly, I could feel it there as well. The pain eventually began to subside, though it never quite disappeared, and when Father Mason pulled me up onto my hands and knees, I was instinctively pushing back against him.
"I... I can't," I gasped, tensing around him as his heavy balls slapped against my slit, "It's too big, I can't..."
I didn't really know what I was thinking telling him that, as it only made him swell even larger and pull my hips back harder; although a part of me was still hell bent on teasing him. With my lesson still not learned, I held onto the pillow as he continued to rut me like an animal until I felt the telltale pulsing of his cock between my stretched hole. I was desperate for him to finish now, I had no idea how much more I could take, and I did everything I could to pull him closer to the edge. Despite the burning friction it caused, I clenched as hard as I could to milk him, I bowed my head and focused on throwing my hips back, and I even started to moan louder for him. I was nowhere near a climax of my own, but it was actually starting to feel mildly pleasant. Good, even.
Despite all my efforts, Father Mason continued to slap away without finishing. I hadn't wanted to do this, but it looked like I had no other choice...
"I want it inside, daddy," I whined, instantly turning red and covering my mouth, but it worked. Only seconds later, he hilted himself in my guts and fell over, pinning me flat once again as he squirted his ivory ropes against my inner walls. I didn't think I could feel more full than I already did, but the pressure only kept building with each new spurt. After his balls tensed four or five times against my inner thigh, he finally finished filling me with his seed and began to soften while still buried inside me.
"That was worth another donation," Mason grunted, slowly pulling free of my backside and letting his warm ooze drip out of my stretched hole, "What do you say we do this again next week?"
I was far too gone to give a coherent response; all I managed to get out was a low "uhhhh..." while struggling to prop myself up. Luckily, it seemed he was finally finished for the day, and after leaving another blank check on my coffee table, he dressed himself and walked out the door.
A few minutes passed before I managed to regain my senses, and when they did return, I remembered the stream I'd left running all this time. It would probably be best to say something came up, I thought, and I hobbled over to my chair to do just that. When I looked over at chat, however, my heart stopped dead in my chest.
- Who's daddy?
- Do you think it's her real dad?
- It should have been me, bros
- I don't know if I should cancel my sub or go to tier 3
- yozoBussy yozoBussy yozoBussy
- I told you she was a whore
There were thousands of messages just like this, and nearly two thousand viewers now watching my channel, just sitting on my BRB screen. When my chair creaked, though, I saw a green light flare up in OBS, and all the blood drained from my face as I realized that my mic had been active the whole time.
- How much do you think she costs?
- I've got about tree fiddy
- I'm so fucking hard right now
- So how big do you think it was?
I wanted to die. Without even bothering to hit the [End Stream] button, I just stepped on the power strip to forcibly shut everything down before running to my bedroom. This was it. My life was over.
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"I really think we should stop seeing each other like this."
This is what Father Mason said to me while we drove laps around town and my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. He'd been coming by almost every other day for multiple weeks now to use me in one way or another, and today was no different. When he said to dress up in something nice I thought we'd be actually going out somewhere for once, maybe have dinner in a fancy restaurant, but the only thing I'd swallowed so far was his cum. And now he was having second thoughts?
"My wife's starting to get suspicious," he went on, keeping a firm grip on the back of my head, "She keeps asking where I'm off to all the time, and I'm running out of excuses. Maybe it's time to call this off."
All I could do was gurgle around his shaft as he forced my face into his lap and grip his thigh as the first rope of cum coated the back of my throat. I had no idea what he'd been doing on the days he didn't come see me, but it seemed like his loads were getting larger each time. It was hard enough gulping down his thick goo the first time, but now I couldn't even keep up with the volume. As I struggled to swallow as much as I could, more than half still escaped my lips and dripped down his length until I was finally allowed to pull free and take a breath.
"Call it off? Already?" I coughed, "But you haven't even fucked me properly yet."
The man was obsessed with anal. Ever since the first time he'd creampied me live on stream, it was all he wanted to do. There were occasional breaks where he wanted to use my mouth or tits, but whenever I saw him, I knew I'd be taking it at least once from behind that day. It did eventually get easier, but it never felt as good as the real thing; it was just something I had to get through to go on with my day. And whenever he wasn't pounding my ass, he was either licking or fingering it in preparation for the next time. Even now, as we drove down the street, his hand was already sliding between my cheek and the car seat, so I knew what was coming next.
"Well, you know. Can't risk getting you pregnant," he replied with a shrug, "Besides, I kind of like the faces you make when you're getting buggered."
"Faces? What faces?"
"Here, let me show you," Father Mason chuckled while pulling in behind a Woolworths. As soon as he put the car in park and turned off the engine, he lifted me out of my seat and into his lap, pushing my dress aside while spreading my cheeks with his hands. Using the mixture of cum and saliva still coating his shaft, he then began to lower me onto it, and I watched my face twist into an expression of strained frustration in the mirror above my head.
"What are you doing? What if we get caught?" I gasped, but my body turned completely limp as I was speared on his cock. With my head leaning on Father Mason's shoulder, I saw my own wild panting in the mirror while I was stretched open for what felt like the hundredth time. A low groan escaped my lips as I sank lower, and when he was finally hilted completely inside me, Father Mason's hands began to roam across my body. Two fingers immediately dove into my wet slit, making me tense uncontrollably around his shaft, while his other hand predictably began grabbing at my chest. I could distinctly feel the fat head of his cock in my belly, but instead of rutting me violently like he usually did, he just continued to play with my body until my hips began to rock of their own accord. Every time his fingers dove deeper into my pussy or tweaked my hardened nipple beneath my dress, my hips would rise slightly before crashing back down into his lap. He barely had to move at all, I was doing all the work for him.
With the constant stimulation from all ends, I was quickly overwhelmed and unable to control myself. My body simply reacted to his touch, writhing and bouncing on top of him as if I desperately needed to be fucked in the ass. Admittedly, his hands did feel fantastic, but the pleasure mixed with the discomfort of his cock buried in my rear, making it impossible to reach my own climax. Still, he continued on relentlessly, grabbing a handful of my breast and roughly groping me as his own hips began to buck upwards, and I could feel an orgasm just out of reach. My movements grew more frantic as I desperately chased it, riding his cock openly and moaning out 'Father', and then it hit.
My breath caught in my throat as my muscles clenched, and lightning traveled up from inside my waist to every extremity. There was a brief moment of relaxation before everything tensed once more, and then I collapsed onto Father Mason's chest as he continued to work his soaked fingers inside me. Everything was spinning and muffled, like I'd just been submerged in water that'd had a toaster dropped in it, and when I finally did regain my thoughts, I could feel Father Mason's seed already leaking as he grew soft inside me.
"Yeah, those faces," he chuckled, letting his cock slip free before placing me back in my seat, "I'll miss those."
"So, does this mean no more checks?" I could barely put a sentence together, but I had to know if I'd be covered or not for the future.
"Sadly, yes. But you're a smart girl, you'll figure something out. Now, let's get you home."
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Father Mason was right. I had figured something out. It only took a few innocent questions to my father to find out his wife's contact information, and after creating a throwaway email account, I sent her a few choice clips from stream that didn't involve him moaning my name. And after I hit send, all I had to do was wait. Then, not two days later, he came crawling back to pound on my door, a broken disheveled mess. His clothes looked like they'd never even heard of an iron, and he could hardly keep his balance in my doorway.
"She... She kicked me out," he stammered, placing a hand against the wall to keep from falling over, "Somebody sent her a recording of us, and she-"
The alcohol on his breath made my nose wrinkle, and as I looked outside into the parking lot, I could see his Mercedes parked haphazardly with a massive crack in the headlight. "That's terrible, I'm so sorry! But you should come inside, you don't want to make another scene," I told him, pulling him carefully through the door and shutting it behind him. I made sure to look properly concerned for his benefit, but inside I was positively giddy.
"I... I shouldn't be here," Father Mason mumbled, "I'm already in trouble..."
"Nonsense, you're not doing anything wrong. Why don't you take a seat right here on the couch, and I'll get you something to drink."
Letting him fall onto my sofa, I quickly ran into my kitchen to grab a glass, filling it partially with vodka and a little blue pill I'd bought a few days ago. After the pill dissolved into nothing, I gave it a good stir before pouring some juice, tossing the spoon into the sink and heading back to Father Mason.
"Here, this will make you feel better," I told him, handing him the glass and sitting beside him, "I think you should just wait a few days, you know how women get. She'll forgive and forget sooner than you think."
"M-Maybe you're right... But when I left the house, she was already talking about divorce and- Oh Yozo, what have I gotten myself into..."
Watching the priest down his drink within a matter of seconds, I smiled internally as he sighed heavily and leaned back, stepping forward to take the empty glass back to the kitchen.
"Can I get you anything else?" I called out, placing the cup in the sink and aimlessly sorting through cupboards, "Something to eat?"
"No, I think I just need to clear my head," he replied, "Thanks for the drink, but I should probably get going."
Emerging from the kitchen, I slowly stepped towards him, removing each item of clothing deliberately and carefully as he stared.
"Don't be silly, you're in no condition to drive," I murmured, "Besides, I thought we could do something special tonight."
Despite Father Mason's apparent regret, all it took was one glance at my bare chest to wrap him around my little finger once again. "Special how?..."
"Well, since you have nothing else to lose, I was thinking maybe you could put a load right... here..." Placing a finger on my lower stomach, I slowly tapped on the area above my womb.
"Yozo, I..."
He was still fighting me, but I could tell was about to break. His pants were already dangerously strained, and his eyes remained fixed on my finger as I tapped my stomach.
"I'm just kidding," I laughed, suddenly breaking his focus on my lower body, "You can just pull out before you cum."
"I don't think that's a good idea," he chuckled nervously, but I watched him gulp in anticipation, "I'm in enough hot water already..."
As I fell to my knees in front of him, however, he didn't say or do anything to stop me from tugging his pants down to his ankles. There was no way the viagra had taken effect just yet, but when his cock sprang free, it was already swollen and dripping clear liquid from the tip. Dragging my tongue up the underside, I felt him shudder as I licked up every drop of salty pre off his skin, and I made sure to focus beneath the thick head to work out more. I wanted to work him into a frenzy, but I had to be careful not to make him cum before I was ready. I didn't want to waste a drop. When he was as hard as I could make him, I stood up and tapped the head with my fingertip, giving him a wink.
"Do you still want to go? Or do you want to follow me into my bedroom?" I asked, and I got my answer as he rose to his feet. Taking his hand, I led him towards my bed and fell backwards onto the mattress, slowly spreading my legs to show him how wet I'd become. Almost immediately, Father Mason dove between my legs and began licking, sending my back into an arch as his tongue hit all the right spots. I was squirming and gasping within seconds, but as good as it felt, I needed to spur him into going all the way.
"Daddy, I want it..."
Moaning softly, I kept writhing in place until Father Mason finally sat up and held my waist, his dripping cock resting just above my entrance. I could see the gears turning in his head as he debated impaling me, so I decided to give him a bit of encouragement by grinding against him. Thankfully his dilemma only lasted a few seconds, and I bit my bottom lip as he began to finally rub the tip against my lower lips. Leaning forward silently, he placed his hands beside my head as he shuffled forward, steadily driving his hips into mine until the head of his cock started to spread my inner walls.
"Fuck..." Gripping my bedsheets, I wrapped my legs lightly around Father Mason's waist to guide him in, and I couldn't help but groan out loud as I was forced to adjust to his size all over again. The alcohol on his breath made it a bit difficult not to look off to the side, but that didn't stop him in the slightest. In fact, it seemed as if he wasn't really focusing on anything except burying every last inch of his cock inside me. He barreled through a bit faster than I would have liked, but when he finally bottomed out, he did take a moment to brace himself and let me adjust. Unfortunately, that was the last of the niceties, because as soon as he snapped out of his drunken haze, he started to hammer into me furiously without so much as a warning, apparently driven to a frenzy by the sensation of my warm insides clenching around his shaft.
Once he'd found the proper position to keep his cock buried in me, Father Mason then sat up once more and continued to throw his hips forward, keeping a firm hold on my legs to prevent me from getting knocked away. The feeling of his shaft scraping against my inner walls kept my back in a near permanent arch, and when I finally managed to focus enough to look up, I noticed that his eyes were locked once again on my chest. Every thrust made my breasts bounce, and he seemed hypnotized by the way they moved. The force of his hips increased by the minute as he stared, and it wasn't long before he was also dragging me by the waist onto his shaft.
I couldn't exactly feel if he was leaking or not, but after twenty minutes of relentless pounding he had to be close. It was getting more and more difficult to keep my thoughts together, and I needed to make sure he finished inside. When his thrusts became more erratic and he started to shuffle backwards, however, I immediately locked my ankles behind his waist and clenched around his cock as hard as I could.
"Yozo, stop, I'm-" Father Mason panted, but I only clamped down harder. Rolling my hips in circles, I kept him buried in my depths as he began to shudder, and then I felt it. His balls jumped wildly against my backside, his cock throbbed, and then his warm goo splattered my inner walls, over and over and over. It felt better than any orgasm, it felt like victory. Like security. Having finally achieved my goal, I relaxed and let my legs fall to his sides, but he didn't pull free like I thought he would. Instead, he simply stared down at me in a drunken stupor as his cock spilled the last of his seed into my womb.
"Well, now that we're past the point of no return, why don't we keep going? You can creampie me as much as you want now," I suggested, folding my arms beneath my chest and bouncing my tits to catch his attention.
As he stared dumbly down at my dripping slit, I wondered if maybe he was too drunk to go on, but his shaft remained hard even after giving my insides three coats of white paint. After a moment of consideration, he hunched over and started up once again, and my bedroom echoed with the rhythmic wet squelches of his thick cock forcing his seed into my deepest parts. I quickly lost track of time through his endless rutting and my own consecutive orgasms, but I didn't care anymore. I'd gotten what I'd wanted, everything else was irrelevant. I didn't even mind when he threw my leg over his shoulder and started to work his thumb into my backdoor, so long as he kept filling me up. His anal obsession was something I could endure, at least for the time being.
I eventually ended up on my hands and knees, getting rocked forward repeatedly with his thumb buried in the wrong hole, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to replace it. Unfortunately, the longer he went on, the more my limbs felt like they were turning to jelly, and I was already struggling to keep from falling on my face. The viagra was really turning out to be a bad idea, he seemed to have limitless energy so long as his dick stayed hard. I could hear him grunt as he spilled another load inside, but instead of hilting himself as he usually did, he pulled free and sprayed the majority between my cheeks.
"H-hey, I'm still a little sore-" I tried to tell him, but my jaw instantly clenched as the slimy head of his cock battered my anal ring. I was far too exhausted to keep him out, and when he began to slide through, I just dug my nails into my bedsheets to cope with the discomfort. Once he was hilted in my backside once again, Father Mason crawled on top of me as if he were some kind of animal and humped into me faster than I'd ever felt before. The burning friction had me panting desperately and struggling to keep myself from collapsing, but it was a losing battle. Within a minute, my arms gave out and I fell into my pillow, but Father Mason continued on regardless. Grunting in annoyance, I felt my cheek rub against the fabric each time slammed his hips forward, and I begged, for my sake, that he would finish up soon. If he'd stayed in my pussy it wouldn't have been a problem; I was really getting tired of indulging him. My prayers were answered nearly ten minutes later when my stomach suddenly grew warmer, but his cock showed no signs of going soft...
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A week had passed since my last night with Father Mason, and he hadn't contacted me or come by at all. That was fine with me, though. After he'd left I was practically catatonic in my bed for a good twelve hours, and just walking around had me limping like an invalid. I had more than enough money for the next few months, but I couldn't just think of the near future, I needed to think long term. And so when I held the pregnancy test I'd bought from the pharmacy, my heart was nearly beating out of my chest. If I was to have any chance at financial security, I needed a positive result. I had no doubt that I could eventually coax Father Mason into breeding me again, but honestly, I didn't want to go through the trouble. Just the thought of his cock stretching my ass out made me shiver.
My eyes remained locked on the test indicator as one bar formed, and when the second began to appear as well, I finally stopped holding my breath and let out a sigh of relief. That was it, I was set for life; or at the very least, the next eighteen years. I could go a step further and push him into tying the knot, but that would probably take a few years. No doubt his wife would have something to say about that. All this speculation would have to wait though. For now, I just had to tell him the good news...