Chaplain Garth visits Cherry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Adult Romance  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Two days after he has conducted a funeral ceremony at which Cherry was also present, chaplain Garth Gardner goes to visit her after a bad dream he had at night. Their encounter has nothing pious, nor has it anything to do with the recent funeral...

Chaplain Garth visits Cherry

 

Already at three o'clock in the morning, chaplain Garth Gardner had risen extremely horny. He had dreamed that he was in bed with Scarlett Johansson, the appetizing and extremely sexy icon of American cinema. She had allowed him to play with her beautiful tits, but when Dujardin wanted to push his cock into Scarlett's pussy, she had suddenly disappeared into thin air without leaving a trace.

Very disappointed and extremely excited, Gardner had gone to jerk off in the bathroom, thinking of the sexy American actress. It wasn’t of much use, and a waste of time, because already at eleven o'clock in the morning, Garth's braquemard was stiff again in his underpants and erect in the air like the mast of a sailboat. Gardner had a mad desire to fuck a woman who somewhat resembled Scarlett Johansson. He only knew one, Cherry, whom he had seen two days before at a funeral ceremony that Gardner had conducted in the church of Saint-George.

 

Thus, chaplain Garth didn’t procrastinate. At three o'clock in the afternoon, he showed up at the bar "The Juicy Peach" on Airfield Road in Brewstham. Cherry was waiting for him because he had called her as soon as his erect penis had thought of her. Cherry wasn’t surprised to see the chaplain appear. When the collection at the church of Saint-George had brought him enough money, Gardner regularly came to see her.

 

Today, I have a mad desire to fuck you in the natural way as nature dictates it,” said the chaplain. “Here you have my 100 pounds.”

 

Cherry accepted the two 50 pound notes and put them in the drawer of the bedside table. As Garth Gardner belonged to the clergy, Cherry knew that he didn’t have unlimited income. So, she had adapted her rates for the chaplain. For 20 pounds, she jerked him off with her hand. For 10 more, he could ejaculate between her tits. 50 euros for a blowjob, without her swallowing his sperm, 75 to bang her with a condom, 100 to fuck her without and shoot his sperm into her cunt.

Compared to what Cherry charged her other customers, these were friendly prices. Garth Gardner was fully aware of that, and he thought this reasonable agreement was all in his favor.

 

That afternoon, Cherry had stripped except for her panties, and she was lying on her stomach in the bed, waiting for Gardner to undress as well.

 

"Why was it necessary for you to come to the funeral the day before yesterday?" asked the chaplain.

 

"Let's say I have more clients in your parish than you may think, of both sexes," Cherry replied. “But I don't want to talk about it. Now do what you came to see me for.”

 

So take your panties off, girl,” Gardner said. “Otherwise, I can't touch your pussy. And don't put your hand in front of it, like last time. You know part of my pleasure is to look at your nice pink fuckhole."

 

Cherry lay on her side, wanting to hold on to her last shred of self-esteem. She turned around to lay on her stomach and said:

 

"What are you waiting for? Just pull down my panties yourself and put your cock into my pussy. You'll have to do it from behind today, doggy style. And don’t ask me why.”

The chaplain didn’t ask. He grabbed the top edge of Cherry’s panties and pulled them down. He didn't take them off at all. Cherry struggled in her head for as long as she could, but she needed to be fucked. She loved to feel Gardner or another man moving inside her pussy. The deacon's hard cock would fill her snatch as he moved on top of her buttocks, panting with uncontrollable pleasure.

Cherry opened her legs slightly to allow Garth easier access to her slit. He shoved his stiff cock deep into the gaping crevice. With powerful thrusts of his sex-trained hips, he suppressed his guilt and fueled his desire. Cherry pressed her ass against the chaplain's crotch as his cock thrust deep into her fuckhole.

And whether Cherry liked it or not, she couldn't help it… Despite her nearly fifteen years of experience in the oldest profession in the world, she had never had come for so long, as other customers of hers came far too quickly and didn’t care if she had an orgasm or not. That was different with Garth Gardner. Because he knew she did him a financial favor to let him fuck her at a reduced rate, he took good care of her when making love to her. While he was pumping up and down inside her cunt, Garth leaned forward, kissed her neck and scapulas, and gently rubbed her clit from behind. He knew from experience which pressure, neither too weak nor too strong while rubbing would make Cherry have an orgasm.

It went off such as Garth Gardner had foreseen. Cherry came convulsively, and this time she even squirted some lust juice out of her puss. After the chaplain had also exploded deep inside her, as his cum dripped from Cherry's pussy, Gardner seemed to take a moment to think quietly. He took a Kleenex from the box on the bedside table, wiped off his now flaccid penis, and tucked it into his underwear. Then he leaned down and kissed Cherry on the cheek.

God be with you, my lovely girl. I will pray for you so that our charitable Lord forgives your sins.” he said.

"Thank you, Father Garth," said Cherry. "You made me come today like never before… Pray for me so my sins will be forgiven? Alright, go ahead and do as you please. You shouldn't expect me to do the same for you.”

"It's not necessary," replied chaplain Garth Gardner. "I'll manage on my own, don't worry, my beautiful lover."

And on those words, the chaplain left, leaving another twenty more pounds on Cherry's bedside table. It was money to buy her silence, she had the experience of that. At the time her uncle Mortimer banged her when she was fourteen, she also received money from him to buy her silence. Letting her uncle fuck her hadn’t been very lucrative in those days. Mortimer only gave her five pounds each time.

© Robur Quercus 2022

 


Submitted: April 04, 2022

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Spyguy

Too often those in the featured profession have been started down that road by their own family members... Sounds like this was the case again!

Wed, April 6th, 2022 3:50am

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Spyguy, it's a sad truth!

Wed, April 6th, 2022 12:25am

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