A Priest, A Rabbi, and a Sex Therapist walk into a Bar...

One afternoon while waiting for a client, I sat at a bar and ordered a single malt. The crowd hadn't yet arrived and I noticed two older men in suits sitting at the turn of a horseshoe bar. One was wearing a yamaka, and so, was clearly Jewish. The other had a white collar, and it was immediately understood that he was a priest. They were clearly involved in a heated theological discussion, and failed to notice me right away, although I have to say, I  was looking pretty hot. My red top was a sheer silk, and my mostly cupless lace bra showed my exposed nipples underneath. The bartender was a nice gent, but definitely gay, and not interested in me, although he did a double take when he caught a glimpse of my doubles. I thought it might have been a conversion,  but he took my money and returned to register, and then continued his conversation with a cute guy in the kitchen. Poof 1 Retta zero. Then the bar room chatter ceased.

I turned to see both clergy, drooling at me. The rabbi nudged the priest,  then called for the bartender, who gave him a smile larger than the one I had received. The bartender walked over and asked if I'd like another, "on those two gentlemen over there." Pointing to the lecherous couple. "Sure!" I replied smiling at the two, while giving a wave. The barman, returned with another scotch,  and returned his interest to the open kitchen pass through. 

They raised a glass to me, while the priest boldly waived me over. I  knew something was up when he removed his collar, as I slid my drinks down to the end. They stood and offered me a stool in between them, their eyes were both glued to my chest as they smiled from ear to ear. 

After a brief introduction to Kyle and Peter, I took notice of their crotches. Kyle had a respectable bulge, but Peter was aptly named... there seemed to be alot more to Peter, than meets the eye, as it were. For a while the talk was dry, like asking how I enjoyed the warmer weather, and if I had done anything interesting that day. My response shocked them both, but peaked their interests even further. 

I told them I was a Sex therapist studying the effects of random sexual acts on strangers.

The rabbi began to sweat,  and took out a handkerchief to wipe his brow. He explained that he was just finishing up to become a rabbi, but hadn't yet, his smile widened. He excused himself to go to the lav in the back, and moments later I left Peter and excused myself to go powder my nose. 

I went into the back and straight into the mens room. Kyle was panting in the stall while wanking his johnson. He paused when I knocked on the stall door. He opened it a crack, and turned completely red as I entered and latched the door behind me. I began stroking his big circumcised cock,  and licked every surface of it. Then I  began pumping and gagging on it. His moans were almost too loud. It wasn't long before his cock burst into my mouth, quite a large load,  I  had to swallow twice to take it all down. "Thank you!" he said, as he hurried past me like he'd just picked up his dry cleaning. I returned to the bar as Kyle picked up his briefcase, and threw some money on the bar, Peter was gone.

I went to the bar and threw back my drink. Then headed for the front door. As I went out I saw Peter crossing the street. I ran behind him to catch up. I gently tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned, looking puzzled.  I asked him where he was headed, and he told me he had to go uptown to do some work. He approached a car and I asked if I could get a lift. "Sure hop in." He said.

We pulled from the lot and headed for the freeway. I then leaned over and rubbed his dick which was erect under the pleated trousers. He shook for a moment,  then rubbed his face. He never tried to stop me as I exposed his dong. I immediately went down on it, as he too, moaned almost too loud. I had to work a little longer on this longer dick, but 22 blocks later he came, just before his exit. When I finished he asked me where I was going, and I pointed behind us. He broke out in a nervous laugh, then got off the highway and returned me to the bar. 

We eventually met up a few more times, and he even called me late one night confessing his lustful sins. I made him see things my way that night,  and we soon became friends. 

Several years later he moved to Connecticut, and I never saw him again, but I still miss my Peter.