I would have resisted her banging body as it advanced towards me, but it was too late. As she pressed against my knee, I felt my cock rejoice as it stretched farther in erection, soaking in the streams of her saliva as she sucked my monster cock. I moaned and felt a sensation pull me down. She had started sucking slowly, steadily but intently, slowly increasing the pace of the sucking on my cock, urging me to fuck her mouth, her tongue and her throat as the passage way to her inside widened well enough to take in all of me. I screamed. My horny was just beginning and the beast of the orgy was just starting to arise over me. I exerted more energy into plunging into her mouth, smashing even harder by the moments and tormenting her slippery opening with the might of my bazooka.
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She pulled out my cock from her mouth and bent over for the doggy style. I lifted the rod with my right hand, tossed it lightly, once, so as to get balance and aim, then blasted into her even before she could balance on the long couch. She moaned, screaming almost immediately, letting out a painful burst. For some reason I felt some satisfaction as a result of this. She spread her legs overtly wide, spending the last few seconds trying to balance on the couch. I felt her moan and also saw her shift her hips as though trying to fit the cock to some other angle, possibly because this was punishing the centre spread of the pussy. I grinned.
Something fell off the chair.
What was that? I asked, thinking for a brief moment. A ring tone started almost immediately, but before I could even adjust my gaze to what was sounding, a click sound happened and a voice started. It was my second android touch screen phone, placed some distance from where I had been fucking. I assume the force with which we banged on the couch pushed it to the ground. This coincidentally happened with the entry of a phone call. Shockingly the phones impact on the ground activated the call.
"Father Badmus," a calm elderly voice started from the phone.
My heart skipped. I thought for a brief moment before realising that the voice was that of Bishop Erasmus.
"Be gone you foul spirit," I screamed, ordering with fierce might, as though conducting deliverance on a parishioner. She on the other hand was still moaning, thrusting her hips and wiggling as though trying to cushion the pain.
I attempted to withdraw, but she held my waist with both hands curved backwards in a tight lock, restraining my attempted pullout. My heart skipped. I felt uneasy, and even though I still wanted to fuck that pussy, I felt something had to be done about the girls outside wanting to be fucked and the Bishop on the phone wanting to speak with me.
My phone had been set to high volume, so that while I work I can answer calls, juggle different tasks and still not leave any responsibility unattended to.
"I am very sorry, father, for disturbing," the elderly voice retorted. "I'll call back."
The call disconnected. I continued the banging, turning her around to now face me. The missionary style.
A bang slammed on the door. I chocked. The bang repeated, so did my heart banging harder as I trembled.
"Are you sure she is here?" A male husky voice sprang violently audible, slamming his fist against the door, as though attempting to bring it down.
"Lord Jesus," she screamed, her eyes full of tears and her moaning skyrocketing. I would have pulled out my redhead cock and forced her out of the office by any means, figure out how to deal with the ladies outside and come up with a workable plan on how to quench whatever misconception the church might already have. But skonji shaa...I was too horny to quit.
"Lord of pussy, father bang harder," she screamed again.
"That is my wife," the bald voice interrupted, screaming at the top of his voice. "She is sleeping with the priest," he screamed, slamming heavy fists on the door.
"That is how she slept with all the priests in my former church before I got transferred to the eighty-first division. She has started again." He raked, hitting harder against the door.
My heart skipped. I knew this meant trouble, but my cock couldn't stop pounding.
I perceive he brought out a gun, because what I heard next was the cocking of his rifle. He probably came with some friends because after the scampering happened and people ran away from sight, running for dear life, at least after seeing some sophisticated weapons, the ones that stayed back, appealed to him as friends, pleading that he put away the rifle. He refused.
"Now listen, she will scream 'Fuck this pussy harder father, please harder and harder'," he said to his comrades outside, and just as he was yet to finish, she too said as he had spoken, word for word.
She's been fucking priests so well that her husband knows her lines? I thought to myself. But before I could digest what I had heard, a loud bang sprang from his weapon into the door.
I quivered in response. I should have stopped fucking at this point but I was too lost in her pussy.
I felt the door resist with a stagger. His weapon recoiled and shot again. I picked her with hands wrapped around my waist, raced into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
She kept bouncing upwardly, firmly enough in order to fall, thrusting back into my hips, sucking my monster cock in to her pussy and moaning even louder as she continued.
Good, I thought, giving me hand space to push through this phase.
I moved the dressing mirror just behind the washing hand place, pulled out some knots and let a secret passage way open. Having served in the north some years ago, and faced several security challenges with some extremist groups, creating a way of escape has always been my first duty at any place I find myself. Never did I think this will also be used to escape the wages of sin.
I closed the door behind me and stayed on the side, resting my back against the wall, banging harder on her pussy as I tried to release the stress and fear of the gun shots and other stuffs happening outside my office.
A loud crackling sound interrupted; the office door had been destroyed by numerous gun shots, smashing its remains against elements that had been arranged at the entrance of the office. A series of gun shots continued but I was unmoved, certain of the fact that I was very well hidden in my secret corridor.
This corridor had been designed and built by me, the tools for this construction sneaked into the office by me, so nothing be leaked to the outside world as regards the sophistication of this passage. The passage leads to another room and from that room one can get to the outside world.
We are ducked, no bullet should contact us, I thought.
A knock sound happened, interrupting my thoughts. A door in the far end opened, setting in a bright ray of light that made me duck in an opposite direction as swift as possible. For a brief moment the light stayed, as though the person who entered the door refused to move in any further. Slowly the door closed and a lamp lit.
"Lift up your face Reverend Father."
I shook, almost falling backwards. The light of the passage came up, and standing from my mistress, my face beheld the Bishop Erasmus.
"You have sinned against God and you have sinned against his temple," he started, speaking word for word and approaching me with his long golden gown flowing gloriously.
"Out there," he continued, "are three armed soldiers, whose wife of their comrade you defile. In the church is a congregation of confused faithful, not sure of what stories to believe. The church has the intention of excommunicating you and handing you over to the police for prosecution--that is if the soldier husband does not get to you first."
I panicked, pulling backwards, as far away from her as possible, panting, stammering, my heart racing.
"But there is a way out of this," he chuckled. My heart froze.
As time stretched for as long as eternity, I waited for him to say what the solution was. He came closer, pulled up his robe and pulled down his pants, revealing his humongous cock, more larger than mine when erect. His was not even erect.
"Suck on my cock and I will ensure that nothing happens to your position and rank in the church," the bishop said.
"Ohh no," she moaned in the background, scowling as she tried to rise to her feet.
"Is having a monster cock the major criteria to joining the priesthood?"
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