Blessed: A Bad Priest Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Pulling out, I hike up Aidan’s shaft with my tongue. Joining forces with Mistress Strokes, we use our tongues to caress the tip of his cock while, at the same time, we grab his shaft and start stroking him as fast as we can.

  "Let’s spice this up," Mistress Strokes says suddenly, looking at me while she grabs Aidan by the hand. She pulls him down and, after a moment’s hesitation, he goes to his knees right in front of us. "He’s all yours," she whispers at me, placing one hand on my right shoulder and urging me to bend over. Which is exactly what I do: I bend over, my parted lips going straight for Aidan’s cock, and I place my hands on the floor for support.

  I’m on all fours now, Aidan’s cock deep inside my mouth. Smiling at the scene in front of her, Mistress Strokes stands up and walks around my body. Now behind me, she goes down on her knees, placing her hands on my shoulder blades and running them down until they go over the smooth curve of my ass cheeks.

  And that’s when she leans in.

  With her fingers buried deep in the flesh of my ass cheeks, she reaches for my pussy with the tip of her tongue, running it between my inner lips. A shiver goes up and down my spine as I feel her mouth, my mind barely able to comprehend that this is really happening.

  We started innocently. Aidan and I, the best sex of my life; next thing I knew, I was drinking his cum out of a martini glass. And now here I am, Aidan’s cock between my lips and a woman’s mouth pressed tight against my soaked folds. I don’t even want to know what comes next; all I know is that, with Aidan, there’s always a next.

  Grabbing me by the hair, he forces me to stop my coming and going motion and finally takes charge: he rocks his hips back and forth, and I moan as his cock slides in and out of my mouth. I close my eyes then, feeling Mistress Stroke’s tongue pushing its way past my folds and jabbing at my insides. She has both her hands on my ass cheeks, supporting herself as she buries her face against my wetness.

  There’s a fire going up from my pussy, and it meets in my brain with the flames of pleasure making their way from my mouth. I close my eyes as Aidan starts picking up the pace, his twelve inches travelling fast between my lips; adding to it, Mistress Strokes starts licking me faster, one of her hands going around my waist. She presses down on my clit with two fingers and, if Aidan’s cock wasn’t inside of my mouth, I’d be moaning loudly right now.

  My tits bounce back and forth with each of Aidan’s thrusts and, noticing it, he takes one hand to my right breast and squeezes it. He starts pinching my rosy nipple between his thumb and index finger, and my brain almost explodes from the overload. My mouth, my pussy, my tits—everything in me seems to be burning up.

  Losing all conscious control, I move my mouth down Aidan’s shaft as hard as I can while, at the same time, I thrust my ass back, pressing my pussy against Mistress Strokes’ mouth. She devours me eagerly, sucking my folds inside her mouth and running her tongue up and down the length of my wet pussy; with her fingers hooked on my hips, she pulls my pussy into her mouth, and she does it even more fiercely than when I thrust back at her.

  "I… want… more…" I moan, taking Aidan’s cock out of my mouth. I look up at him, biting my lower lip as pleasure builds in my mind; it dawns on Mistress Strokes’ lips and then flies in a hurry to my brain. I want his cock as much as I need the air to breathe, but Mistress Strokes isn’t done with me yet.

  Eating me out in an almost furious way, she rubs my clit with unhinged eagerness, working me in such a way that I can’t help but to close my eyes and give in to pleasure. Gritting my teeth as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, I let my head fall down and moan as hard as I can, the sound of my voice exploding in the deserted studio.

  My arms grow weak, and I go from my hands to my elbows, breathing so hard that my lungs feel like balloons stretched to their limit. When Mistress Strokes finally takes her mouth from my pussy, I just collapse, sprawling my limbs on the cold floor and looking up at the ceiling.

  "That was amazing," I say, turning my head so that I’m looking straight at Mistress Strokes. She offers me a kind smile, my fluids dripping down her chin and making her skin glisten, and then leans into me. My eyelids droop by instinct and, a fraction of a second after that, her mouth is pressed against mine. I kiss her savagely, pushing my tongue past her lips and savoring my own pussy.

  Propping myself on one elbow, I sit up and run one hand through her hair, looking into her and returning her smile. Without even knowing why I’m doing it, I grab the straps of her small dress and push them down her shoulders, the contour of her lace bra showing.

  She gasps as I do it, but I don’t give her any time for a reply. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me, and unhook the clasp of her bra. Taking it off, I then cup her breasts, feeling their curves under the palm of my hand. Her nipples are hard and warm, and I realize, somewhat comically, that this is the first time I’m touching someone else’s nipples. I guess I can do more than just touch them, right?

  Smiling, I brush my lips against Mistress Strokes’, and then I lean in, resting my mouth on the valley between her breasts. I run my tongue up the hill of her right breast and, after circling her hard nipple with the wet tip of my tongue, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard. She moans, the sound of her voice making me even wetter; needing to feel Aidan’s body as well, I use my free hand to reach for him and grab his cock. Stroking him while I suck Mistress Strokes’ tits, I close my eyes and let my rational mind go to sleep. Right now, lust and desire have the steering wheel.

  "That’s good," Mistress Strokes whispers against my ear, and then slides one hand around my waist and presses two fingers on my clit. She rubs on it, and that just makes me suck on her harder, her nipple squeezed so tight between my lips I’m actually surprised she isn’t complaining from the pain; instead, she seems to thrive on it.

  Her fingers finally ease up the pressure on my clit, and she slides them down to my pussy lips. Probing me with her index finger, she then flicks her wrist fast and hard, and slides two of her fingers deep inside of me. I let go of her nipple, a loud moan bubbling up to my lips as her fingertips find my G-spot and press hard against it.

  "Fuck, you girls are really going all out," I hear Aidan say, but his voice comes at me as if he’s on a whole different dimension. "I can be a part of it too, you know?" he whispers, and then slides one hand of his down to my pussy. Just like Mistress Strokes was doing before, he presses his fingers right above my clit and starts caressing it, moving his wrist in a precise circular motion.

  I throw my head back, feeling my hair cascading down my back and shoulders, and let my moaning turn into full blown screaming as both Aidan and Mistress Strokes give me their all. She’s fingering me as fast as she can, her fingers sliding in and out of me at a vicious pace, and Aidan matches her relentless rhythm on my clit.

  "Don’t… stop…" I beg them, using up all of my will power just to get these two words out.

  "You don’t need to ask," Aidan says, pressing so hard on my clit that it feels like a bomb has gone off inside my body. Gritting my teeth and hissing like a madwoman, I feel my inner walls tightening around Mistress Strokes’ fingers; feeling me on the verge of exploding, she slides her two fingers as deep inside of me as she can and just holds them against my G-spot.

  "OH GOD!" I shout out loud, succumbing to the wildfire spreading from my pussy to my brain, and from there to … everywhere. It feels like there are wasps crawling under my skin, the sharp stabs of pleasure inundating my brain.

  Slowly, Mistress Strokes slides her fingers out of me, and Aidan does the same. I sit down on the floor, breathing hard, and only open my eyes when I’m certain I won’t pass out.

  "Giving up already?" Aidan asks me, and these words of his are all it takes for me to find some hidden reserve of energy. Opening my eyes, I turn to him with a grin (or perhaps with a snarl) and place my hands on his naked chest; using all of my strength, I push on him, forcing him to lie down on the floor.

  The moment his back touches the
floor, I strike like a hungry predator: I climb on top of his body, grabbing his cock with one hand, and straddle him. My eyes never leave his as I place the tip of his cock against my pussy, and then brush it up and down the length of my wetness. I feel him trying to thrust, but this time I don’t surrender easily; no, I keep on teasing him until he’s almost growling, both his hands on my ass and trying to push me down.

  "Beg," I purr, narrowing my eyes mischievously.

  "No fucking way," he shoots back, taking one hand to my hair and yanking on it. Momentarily distracting me, he uses my surprise to thrust hard, and this time there’s no stopping him: his cock parts my drenched folds and, in a heartbeat, slides deep inside of me. All I can do is scream at the top of my lungs while his thickness stretches me wide.

  "Oh, fuck," I whisper, my voice barely audible, and that’s when he starts to pound me. Thrusting upward, he pistons into me like a machine, his shaft destroying my insides as it flies in and out of me. Only when that burning sensation in my pussy starts to fade away do I try to move; I lean into him and, placing my hands on his chest, I start to rock my hips. In a matter of seconds, I’m jumping up and down on his cock as he thrusts, both our rhythms finally in sync.

  Smiling, I throw my head back, and then I see Mistress Strokes from the corner of my eyes. She’s kneeling by our side, staring at us as if she’s hypnotized, her cheeks flushed as her nipples grow even harder than before.

  "You can have some fun too," I tell her, placing one arm around her neck and pulling her into me. I crush my mouth against hers, and then slide my hand down the side of her body, only stopping when I find the hemline of her dress. Moving my fingers up her leg and under the fabric, I go straight for the wet spot between her thighs. I flatten the palm of my hand against her pussy, pressing hard, and then flick her panties to the side. The moment I feel her wetness against my skin, I waste no time: I turn my wrist around and push one finger past her inner lips, curling it upward until I find that sweet spot.

  I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I manage to keep on riding Aidan and finger Mistress Strokes at the same time. To be honest, I’m not even thinking about what I’m doing; I’m just doing it, my body acting on its own. I guess that when you shut down that inner turmoil inside of your head, you can accomplish a lot more. Aidan was right; I needed to learn how to stop thinking. That was my biggest sin, both as a writer and as a woman: the constant turning of gears inside my head.

  Feeling wild and out of control, I slide my fingers out of Mistress Strokes’ pussy and grab at her dress, pushing it down her legs violently. Then I go straight for her thong, hooking my fingers on it and pushing it against her outer thigh; I yank on it, tearing the fabric with a satisfying ripping sound, and then place my hand on her pussy again.

  This time, though, I can’t do more than just press my hand against her wetness. Aidan’s thrusts have grown wild, and I feel pleasure looming on the horizon, its vast shadow cast over my mind and completely overpowering me.

  "I’m going to--" I start to say, feeling my inner walls closing in around Aidan’s shaft, but I never get to finish my sentence. The last word is replaced by an animalist scream, my voice wild and lustful. I take my hand out of Mistress Strokes’ pussy, and just bend over Aidan, digging my fingernails into his hard pectorals, hard enough to draw blood. I rake at his body as pleasure surges through me, a violent wave of ecstasy hitting me in full force.

  Leaning further in, I press my forehead against Aidan’s chest, my hair falling over my face and covering it. I remain like that, breathing hard, and only move when that pleasant numbness starts fading away from both my mind and muscles.

  "More," I whisper against Aidan’s body. "More," I repeat, using the hands I have on his chest to push myself up. "I want more." Without even waiting for his reply, I stand up, but just for the amount of time necessary to turn around; I sit down again, this time my back turned to him, and grab his cock again.

  Closing my eyes, I point his cock straight at my pussy and then ease down, exhaling sharply as I feel his long member sliding inside of me once more. I sway my hips back and forth, my body flowing from movement to movement, and a string of moans falls from my open mouth.

  "You two are really something else," I hear a feminine voice say, and I open my eyes just in time to see Mistress Strokes going down on her knees right in front of me. Before I even have the time to react, she kisses me and places her fingers on my clit, stroking it while I move back and forth over Aidan’s cock.

  "Fuck, that’s good," I breathe out, biting on my lower lip as that electric feeling creeps back into my muscles, making them tense up.

  "No, this is good," Mistress Strokes whispers, a devious look on her face. She brushes her lips against my neck, and then slides them down to my breasts. Her lips go over my right nipple without stopping, and then she lies down on the floor, right between Aidan’s legs. I hold my breath as I realize what she’s going to do, and then a moan explodes in my mouth as she wraps her lips around my clit, sucking while she presses on it with her tongue.

  I keep on swaying my body over Aidan’s cock as she licks me, my head thrown back in utter delight. Aidan’s hands are on my ass, and he keeps them there while guiding the coming and going motion of my body.

  "I’m going to come… I’m going to come…" I moan, my voice choked out and tired. "I’m going to -- FUCK!"

  Pleasure explodes inside of me like a hand grenade, burning my nerve endings with such intensity that it’s a wonder my brain isn’t melting. I thrust hard and then hold my position, feeling Aidan’s cock buried deep inside of me while Mistress Strokes presses down on my clit as hard as she can.

  I scream until I can’t do it any longer, my screaming turning into a hushed out whisper.

  "That was beautiful," I hear Mistress Strokes say; she’s on her knees now, right in front of me, and leans in to kiss me. I kiss her back, one hand on her face, and smile.

  "It was," I agree, rolling to the side and sitting down on the floor, trying to catch my breath. "But this isn’t over," I add, looking over my shoulder at Mistress Strokes and Aidan. I wiggle my ass from side to side, inviting him in, and he comes up to me with a grin on his lips.

  He doesn’t waste a second; with one hand on my waist, he uses the other to grab his cock and guide it straight home. He’s inside of me with one sudden thrust, his twelve inches going all the way in.

  I look over my shoulder at Mistress Strokes, smiling as I see her. She’s sitting down, legs spread wide and her hand flat on her pussy; she’s rubbing her clit fast, her eyes wide as she looks at us. Seems like she’s enjoying the show. Well, I guess it’s time for my A-game then.

  Without waiting for Aidan to start thrusting, I do it myself. I thrust back with all my strength, feeling his long inches digging deeper inside of me, and then I move forward. He remains frozen in place as I ignite my pendulum motion, moving back and forth so fast that my ass cheeks hurt every time they smack against Aidan’s thighs.

  Upping the rhythm, Aidan joins me and starts thrusting, and he does it even more fiercely. His fingers are hooked on my hips and, every time he thrusts, he pulls me into him at the same time. His cock goes so deep inside of me that I scream each and every time his shaft slides in, my inner walls overflowing with electric pleasure.

  "Fuck," I hiss, my fingers turning into claws and pressing against the concrete floor of the studio. My pussy tightens up around Aidan’s cock harder than before, and that drives him completely crazy. He’s thrusting wildly now, putting all his strength behind the movement of his hips, and he has to lace my waist with one arm to stop me from falling forward.

  I hear Mistress Strokes’ thick voice as she comes, her bright and easy moans filling the whole studio and propelling me into oblivion. I want to look back at her, to see the expression of pleasure on her face as she comes, but I don’t have the time to do it; pleasure bursts inside of me, filling every inch of my body and scorching every rational thought I've ever had.

 
I scream so loud that my voice overtakes Mistress Strokes’ moans, my muscles spasming so hard that it must look like I’m having a seizure. Guided by some higher madness, I start thrusting back at Aidan as I come, hell bent on having him cum as well. Two of my thrusts and I start feeling his cock throbbing hard, each spasm that runs through his shaft sending ripples of ecstasy over my inner walls.

  I have to move fast now; I lunge forward, making his cock pop out of my pussy, and turn toward him as fast as I can. Knowing exactly what’s on my mind, he goes up to his feet and I grab his cock straight away, stroking it furiously. One fraction of a second later and a thick rope of cum gushes out from his cock and hits me straight in the face.

  I keep on stroking him as Mistress Strokes joins me, kneeling by my side, and Aidan’s cum gushes over the two of us like an unstoppable flood. It’s warm and salty, and he keeps on shooting his load until almost every single inch of naked skin from my waist up is completely covered in semen.

  Peeling my fingers off his cock, I grab my tits and start smearing his cum all over me, looking up into his eyes with a wicked grin. With a delighted smile, he goes down to his knees and kisses me, shoving his tongue inside my mouth and twirling it around, taking his own cum into his mouth.

  While Aidan and I are kissing, Mistress Strokes wraps her lips around one of my nipples and starts sucking. She then moves her tongue from my right breast to the left one, licking my cum-coated skin dry.

  I sigh heavily as Aidan joins her, both their tongues running up and down my body in a frenzied dance. I run my fingers through their hair, my eyes closed as I savor the moment.

  If our book is half as good as what’s going on in my life, it’s going to be a fucking bestseller, I think to myself.