EROTIC SERIES, PART FOUR
Virtues: Charity and the chambers
She found herself in the sanctuary where she didn’t belong
This is the fourth story in a series of five. The first three are: 1. The priest and her panties 2. Hope and the confession booth 3. Harmony and the bake sale
Content warning: this story mixes religious and erotic aspects. Please don’t read on if this can offend you. No priests were harmed or charities canceled while writing.
She had no idea how she did it, although Charity didn’t care about the details. Not the details that brought her to this hiding spot, but the details in the priest’s chambers had all her attention.
The priest’s chambers!
Her heart missed several beats. Charity quietly held her hand on her chest, as if to tell her rapidly beating organ it will be okay. It didn’t seem to get the message, as it jumped to her throat and beat even faster. She breathed in deeply, and closed her eyes, retracing her steps of only moments before.
She had tiptoed past the priest’s office, seeing him behind his desk, his fingers intertwined, his head bowed in prayer. His casual clothes caught her eye, and briefly she had wondered if he always wore casual clothes under his black priestly robe. Charity had followed the badly lit hallway, and it was when she heard a sound coming from the priest’s office — like a chair sliding over the floor — that she glanced back, contemplating her chances of getting out of there without the priest noticing.
Then she heard footsteps!
In panic, she fled deeper into the shadows, opened the first door she saw, and closed it softly behind her. She found herself in a bedroom, but had no time to look around, as those same footsteps became louder on the other side of the door. She dashed towards the window, and just had time to hide behind one of the heavy floor-length curtains when the door opened.
The priest hummed a popular hymn, and it was when he briefly appeared in Charity’s line of sight that her heart had missed that beat.
His naked upper torso revealed he had a muscular body and a tight abdomen with the delicious lines of his hipbones disappearing into his sweatpants. Sweatpants Charity was quite sure he wouldn’t wear under his robe.
She runs a finger down one of those lines, and her tongue follows suit. Her finger pulls on the fabric, exposing more flesh, until first her finger, then her tongue almost reaches her target. She stops, smiles at him, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and lust, and then she starts on the other side, enjoying the sounds of his ragged breathing.
He disappeared from her line of sight, and after a brief silence, she heard water running. Charity dared to glance around the curtain and had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop any sound from escaping. Only now she noticed the on-suite bathroom, and there he stood. Naked. His back turned to her.
She stands behind him, her naked body pressed to his. She kisses his shoulders, first left, then right. Then the middle. His spine. And down. Left, right, middle. Down even more, until she reaches his bottom. Her arms hugs his legs, as her butterfly kisses stir his flesh. He turns around, and her mouth opens…
She watched as he disappeared, and the splashing of water told her he was in the shower. For several moments, Charity was in doubt. She knew this was the perfect opportunity to leave and never be discovered. At the same time she couldn’t bring her feet to move, and by the time she was finally ready to dash out of his room, the water in the shower had stopped running. Once more her heart started beating fiercely, not so much from fear that he would find her there, but because she kept an eye on the bathroom, desperately wanting to see him naked.
… closing her lips around his member. He tastes of milk and honey, tinged with the flavor of his pre-cum. She cups his balls, lightly squeezing while her lips and tongue work his shaft. Opening her mouth even wider, she allows him to slip in deep. Deeper. Her nose to his abdomen, until seconds later she needed to breathe.
He stepped out of the shower, and Charity almost caught a glimpse of his full frontal nakedness, before a towel hid it from her. He dried his body, his back once more turned to her. It was only when he dropped the towel to the floor and turned sideways that she really saw him. Her cunt was already wet, but now even wetter seeing him there, in all his glory. But, only for a split second. The sharp intake of breath was her mistake.
He froze, and turned his head towards her, while she retreated behind the curtain and held her breath. Charity wanted to run, but instead stood there, her eyes closed, her lips pressed tightly together, and her heartbeat deafening her ears. She was sure he would find her behind the curtain any moment now.
She had no idea how long she stood like that. The next sound she became aware of was the clicking of a door. She listened intently, but there were only silence on the other side of the curtain. Did he really leave? It took her several minutes more before she dared to glance around the curtain again, absolutely sure that it was what he was waiting for.
The room was empty. Charity glanced at her watch, and almost started giggling when she realized it was four minutes past the hour. The church service had started. She knew exactly where he was… on the pulpit in the church.
With every step she took from the room, and down the hallway pass his office, images flashed in her head.
She gags on his cock, and saliva runs down her chin; tears from her eyes. He enjoys using her like this, the same way she enjoys being used. She relishes in him using her mouth, as much as moments later she adores him fucking her from behind, while bent over his desk.
“Stop it, Charity,” she whispered. She had reached the end of the hallway, and heard the priest’s voice as he spoke to the congregation. Suddenly the sequence of events that had led to this came flushing back… how she ended up in the priest’s chambers.
Previous Sundays she had seen him come from a darker corner of the church, and walk to the pulpit. On this Sunday, Charity had entered the church much earlier than any of the other parishioners, found the obscured doorway, and entered the dimly lit hallway.
Finally, she heard the service ending, members of the congregation left the church. Charity thought this would be the perfect moment to leave the church too. She quickly emerged from the darkness and crossed the open space to join others leaving the church. Charity dared to glance to the pulpit, and almost fainted when she found the priest watching her.
Only then she remembered. Ever since Hope’s visit to the confession booth, the priest stayed in the church until the last person had left. It wasn’t his eyes resting on her that worried her, but the expression on his face.
Charity feared he knew where she had just been and remembered the sound in his bedroom. She hadn’t heard the last of this. Of that, she was sure.
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