Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)
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				Title: <strong>Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 06:10:40</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo</span><br>TaintedAndDelish, Calie<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Fuck me harder you piece of shit!"</strong><br><br><strong>"I'm trying... really, I..."<br><br>"God dammit you limp-dick sissy! If your not trying to jam your balls in my cunt, then your not fucking me hard enough! Put your fuckin back into it already!"<br><br>"But Sister Angela, I'm trying..really.."<br></strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/_QmjHor0CA0Y/TXhcv_qzUxI/AAAAAAAAABA/GDmcieyuD00/prst.jpg)</div><br>Holding onto his dick like a fireman with his hose, Father Angelo leaped from his bed and ran to the bathroom, fully erect and about to explode. Panicked, he crouched over the toilet and forced his cock downward, releasing a gigantic rope of come into the bowl. Unable to resist, he grasped his head and jerked it off using his sperm as a lubricant. With little effort he shot a smaller load and then drizzled. <br><br>He shuddered, then cleaned himself off and headed back to his room. Kneeling on the floor before his crucifix, he lowered his head in shame as he began to beg for forgiveness. The though of being so sexually consumed humiliated him. It was his last sin and by far the hardest one he had ever faced. It was this one terrible sin that kept him from perfection. It was a bloody wound in his side, a thorn to keep him humble perhaps.<br><br>Taking a thick leather strap in his hands, he blessed himself, then began to lash his back, leaving thick pink strips where the belt hit. Below each strip was an indentation, left from its thick brass buckle. "Lord, may I learn to stop caring for my flesh, Please separate from these desires. My flesh is weak, but you are strong. thy will, not mine be done."<br><br>Before long he put the belt away and climbed back into bed with is mahogany rosary beads in hand. He rolled over, closed his eyes and wept himself to sleep, burning with shame and guilt. His body shuddered with each tear, his lips quivered with each prayer of remorse. <br><br>His up-coming interview with Monsignior Mahoney was the last thing on his mind. Just a few more hours sleep and it would be time to get up and prepare. Perhaps fresh start was really what he needed. He punched his pillow a few more times, then finally fell asleep.<br><br><br><hr><br>Seated in a small parlor in the rectory of Saint Michael's Cathedral, Father Angelo and Monsignor Mahoney sat for a brief chat. The two men were dressed in their usual black attire, hair parted and kept in place with hair tonic, wearing cologne that was suitable for fending off moths and flies. "So Father Angelo, I see you've been transferred here form Saint Luke's parish per bishop Clancy. Might I ask why?"<br><br>Uneasy about answering the question, Father Angelo squirmed a little, then carefully replied&nbsp; "I.. I made a mistake, one that was rather visible. The bishop felt it was best that I start over fresh. It was easier that trying to regain the respect of a few individuals."<br><br>Looking at father Angelo with an aggravated scowl, Mahoney replied, "You got caught taking women's panties from the good will box and sneaking them into your quarters. Don't lie to me son."<br><br>Father Angelo looked at his superior with sheer disgust, "That's a lie Mahoney, that's a filthy lie!"<br><br>"No, its quite true, that is unless you are accusing Bishop Clancy of being a liar."<br><br>Father Angelo looked at Monsenior Mahoney as if in shock. His face reddened, his eyes glassed over. He was about to say something but stopped as if at a complete loss for words. He was humiliated beyond belief, and what hurt the most was the fact that it was true.<br><br>"Save it" Mahoney said, "Bishop Clancy told me because he didn't want you to think that you got a get out of jail free card. Don't think your going to get away with this in my parish. I have my eye on you. One screw up and your going to be explaining to bishop Clancy why you need another transfer."<br><br>Looking down at his feet, Father Angelo nodded quietly. He was humbled and worried about who else might know. What he would give at this point to just vanish and never come back.&nbsp; 'I'm a changed man, please trust me."<br><br>With a look of remorse and compassion, Mahoney places his thick, sturdy hand on father Angelo's shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "I understand, its not easy. You've been called to walk away from whats natural and follow the lord. You've been called to be anything but normal - to practically shed your humanity. The lord is like a jealous lover my friend. He will let you fall, but he'll never let you go." He leaned in shaking his shoulder and said with extra emphasis, "Remember that son. Once you turn to the lord, he will never, ever, let you go."<br><br>Looking at Father Angelo again, he said in an encouraging tone, "Now go. Go and rebuild my church. I need your help and dedication."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 18:50:54</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://picfor.bildero.net/0014264F7/Sexy-Women-stet--hot--My-Fav-Hot-Girls--lingerie--profile--sexy--Sexy-women--O%C4%9Fuzhan-Ko%C3%A7--Smokin-Pix--Sent-Traci--Solo--boobs--Kobiety--stockings--angelbyday--Hooters--Singlewoman--GIRLS-(SENSUAL)--%D1%82%D1%8F%D0%BB%D0%BE--DENNIS%27-Album--total-nude--VinchSexy--FFS--be_large.jpg)&nbsp; There was nothing Lucy could do really. Her parents had pulled the one thing they could, her college tuition. They more or less told her that if she did not seek help for her ‘perversion’ then they would take away her financial help. She had no way of fighting that, and this is why she found herself flipping through the phone book looking for programs. </div><br><div style="text-align: left;">Her parents and a member of the staff at her college discovered her with two men from her campus. One was actually a new professor and of course that did not go over well. How was Lucy supposed to know that her parents and Ms. Grims from the library were on their way to surprise her? They were the ones who got the surprise when they walked into Lucy’s dorm catching her on her hands and knees spitted between two cocks. The new professor was reaming her cunt from behind, while the student from her history class had his cock shoved into her ‘perverse’ little mouth. She was having so much fun and was so lost in the moment that when the men pulled away she begged them to come back. Her eyes landed on her parents and Ms. Grims and her honest reaction was a wide smile while she pulled the sheet over her naked body.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">So, a long sigh left her lips and she moved her finger in circles over the yellow page stopping in the middle. She flipped open her cell phone and called Saint Michaels. The woman on the other end of the phone sounded older and though she was trying to be helpful, Lucy did not have a lot of patience at the moment.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Well now, honey what kind of program are you looking for? What would you like to get out of it?” Lucy sighed softly twirling a long strand of her dark hair around her finger.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Well sister, I am what you would probably refer to as a harlot or a whore. What do you have that can help me with that?” Lucy’s lips curled into a wide smile when the woman sputtered and tried desperately to bring the call to a close. Lucy wrote down the information that the woman gave her and flipped the phone closed without a goodbye. She looked at the information she had written down.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Father Angelo. Tuesday 6:00pm. Initial consultation.”</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Well, Father Angelo, I hope that you are at least cute.” However, she was pretty certain he would be a crabby old father just like all the others who had looked down their nose at her when they saw how she was dressed. Oh well, she flipped her phone back open and called her parents to let them know she found a program. She reassured them that this was going to be great for her and that she felt really good about it. This was all bull shit of course, but they seemed to buy it. She would go to a few meetings and claim that she was cured. She would spout some scripture about god setting her free from her sickness and then they would get off her back. She hung up and readied herself for sleep. An early class in the morning had her in bed by 11pm. She glanced at the calendar and was surprised that tomorrow was Tuesday. She had lost a day or two somewhere. Oh well.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">She climbed into bed wearing just a pair of red silky panties. She reached down and pulled out her large toy from the bottom drawer in her night stand. She pressed the vibrating head of the dildo against her silk covered lips. Her fantasy was a bit different this evening. She pictured a man of the cloth, dark and attractive pressing her body into the wall of a confessional. Her panties were soaked almost immediately and her cunt lips throbbed. She pictured that man pulling up her skirt, yanking her panties aside and thrusting his thick cock deep inside of her. She wasted no time; she pulled her panties to the side and sunk the toy quickly inside her tight walls. She yelped out as it stretched her wide open. Her hips began to roll against the toy, pulling and pushing it in and out of her body. Words were whispered from her lips, adding to the heat that was already building inside her body.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Fuck me harder, Father. Harder! I want you to fuck that cunt so hard that I feel it in my throat. Deeper…”</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">The words set her off and in a matter of moments her back arched and her cries filled the quiet room as she came and came hard. She moaned and panted while her body twitched and shuddered. She slowed the toy more and more as she started to come down from the climax. She pulled it out with an audible ‘popping’ sound and smiled at the mess she made. Her ‘honey’ had soaked her pussy lips, her ass cheeks, and even had gotten some on her thighs. She pulled the soaking toy up to her mouth and licked and sucked it clean just like a good little slut would. She put it away, cleaned herself up and then cuddled back into her bed. Not even worrying about the wet spot against her thigh. As she drifted to sleep, her head was filled with lewd and filthy thoughts that would certainly invade her dreams and be with her all the day tomorrow.</div>
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				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 05:58:38</strong>
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				Tuesday evenings had proven to be rather quite. He was only with saint Michael's for a few weeks and was still getting used to his new routine and duties. Saturday's were spent administering the sacrament of reconciliation otherwise known as confession, Sundays were quite hectic as he would lead several masses, and then make house calls to visit the sick and to offer private masses in the local hospital. The majority of his week was split between daily morning mass, domestic duties, and handling private appointments for counseling.<br><br>Mulling though a small stack of envelopes left for him, he noticed a small post-it note with a message hastily written on it. "Tuesday, 6PM - consult troubled youth." He lifted the note and looked at it for a moment, repeating to himself "Troubled youth", then slipped it into his pocked and proceeded to his office. It was 5 o'clock and he had an hour to spend in prayer.<br><br>With a gentle turn, the brass door knob rotated in his hand and the door glided open. In his office was an talk, black robed nun. "Hello father", she said, "I was hoping you could hear my confession?"<br><br>With a nod, he replied, "Sure", then pulled a chair and sat down before her. He opened his prayer book and looked down. <br><br>"Bless me father for I have sinned", she began, "It has been three days since my last confession." He nodded solemnly then motioned for her to continue.<br><br>Sister Kathrine turned red in the face as she began to speak. Her face was troubled, her hands shook as she grasped her habit nervously. She looked away for a moment, then asked, 'The partition, Do you mind if I kneel behind the partition? Its the way we used to do things you know."<br><br>With a nod, Father Angelo got up and sat on one end of an opaque wall while sister Kathrine knelt on the opposite side of the wall. Without hesitation she began to confess.<br><br>"Father, I.. ", she paused, then continued, "I had an impure thought. That's all." Feeling a sense of compassion he was about to finalize the sacrament but then changed his mind, "What sort of impure thought?" he asked, "It might help to confess in a little more detail"<br><br>Turning even more red, sister Katherine continued to confess, this time in a rather reluctant tone. "It was a dirty thought." She waiting hoping that he would end this, but was met with silence. "I .. I was imagining that I was watching sister Mary on her knees with her head under Monsignor Mahoney's robes.. and that her dress was off and she had testicles." She held her face in shame, then folded her hands in prayer. <br><br>Father Angelo continued to bless and forgive her in his usual monotone manner as if immune to her perverse thoughts. He concluded the sacrament with a few words of compassion, then let her go.<br><br>It was a quarter to six, almost time for his appointment. Feeling a bit tense, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, but the image of a nun with testicles hanging from her ass haunted his mind. He took a deep breath, then picked up a book and began to read hoping to rid himself of the vivid visual image.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 16:15:18</strong>
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				The day went by just like every other Tuesday. Three morning classes and then one in the afternoon. She did her best to pay attention in all of them, but her mind kept wandering. It wandered back to the night before and it made her sinners hips twitch. During lunch in the small cafe on campus, she actually had to go into the bathroom and relieve some 'tension'. Pressed up against the bathroom stall, fingering her dripping pussy as hard as she could; she tried so very hard to be quiet but small moans and gasps could not help but make their way out of her lips. She felt a little ridiculous that one little fantasy could get her so...aroused, but as she washed her hands in the bathroom, she smiled.<br><br><br>She was thinking back on that as she walked into the rather large cathedral that was Saint Michaels. The building was obviously old but well maintained. The outer brick wall had stood the test of time as did the large towers and columns on the outside of the massive building. She opened one of the large wooden doors with a jerk of her arm, surprised at how heavy it was. She welcomed the warmth of the inside of the building. February had been a cold one this year. She pulled off the black leather gloves and put them into the pockets of her ankle length coat. It covered her pretty much from neck to feet. While she waited for the sister, in full 'sister' attire, to hang up the ancient looking phone she looked around the&nbsp; small office area slowly. It screamed the love and retribution of God with its crosses and melancholy pictures.<br><br><br>"Can I help you, honey?" The older woman caught Lucy's attention with those words and she smiled. Her plump, glossy red lips curling into a gentle smile that showed of her pearly white teeth.<br><br><br>"Yes. I am Lucy Morales. I have a six o'clock appointment with Father Angelo." Her words were spoken gently and she maintained the quiet facade. Deep down she wondered if this was the same woman she had spoken to on the phone. The look that came over the womans plump face next said that she was indeed the very same. She took at stern look at Lucy and nodded to the seats that sat against the wall.<br><br><br>"You may a have a seat. Father Angelo will be out to get you as soon as he is available." The woman did not take another look at Lucy. As though simply looking upon the girl would taint her in some way. Lucy smiled a sly little smile as she walked to the straight back chairs. She sat gently, folding herself into into the chair and crossed her legs. The coat fell open on her thighs and a long line of leg showed covered in a thin black stocking. The red heels wrapped around her feet, forcing her foot into a high arch that would do amazing things with her ass...if her coat were off. She decided to keep it on for now, did not want to frighten the poor sister into a coronary. Really though, she was dressed pretty tame&nbsp; for today. Nothing like what she would usually wear.<br><br><br>There was a buzzing sound and she heard the woman say, "Your six o' clock is here." A chuckle left her lips and she pulled her purse into her lap. A mirror was pulled from its depths and she checked her reflection. Her lips looked perfect, her hair was wild and wavy and her eyes were outline darkly in a thick black line and dark gray shadow. She tucked the mirror away again, silenced her cell phone and waited. Her long leg bounced gently, drawing attention to the slender curve of her calf in those stockings and the high slit of that coat. What treasures could lie underneath?<br><br><br>"Come on, Father. Lets get those over with so you can shun me and then try to help me." Lucy knew how this would work, or at least she thought it did. The man with white hair, a double chin and a holier than thou attitude would take one look at her and shake his head. Perhaps this was a mistake. Lucy began to do something that never usually happened, she second guessed herself. Perhaps this was a huge mistake. Her hand gripped her purse a little tighter. She wanted to bolt. To run away from this place. There had to be other places and programs, right? Just as she was about to stand, a door opened and she knew she was stuck.<br><br><br>She took a deep breath and waited; pasting a lazy smile upon her lips. Because if there was one thing Lucy could do...she could put up that facade in a heartbeat. That sexy "I don't care what you think" facade. However, the footsteps in the back of the office quickened her heartbeat.<br><br><br>"Whatever gods are listening...give me strength..." She whispered to the warm air all around her.
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				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 18:59:42</strong>
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				Having managed to entertain the thought of his lord dying on the cross in order to pay the penalty for his sins, he picked up his bible and flipped though, looking for a passage or two that he might use during the course of conversation. It was an old book, previously owned by a seminary professor who was instrumental in encouraging him to pick up his cross and follow, so to speak. <br><br><br>Next, he took from the table his rosary beads. It was a very old set that he had received as a gift from the priest who counseled him since he was a child. This is was a very old set, crafted from a delicate but exceptionally well crafted steel chain. Each link of the chain was meticulously welded shut, its beads were hand carved from mahogany and coated in shellac. It had been passed from priest to priest for generations. This set had tremendous sentimental value and was drenched in a spiritual ambiance from the hundreds of thousands of prayers that had been uttered while passing them though their hold hands. He raised the small cross which dangled at the bottom, kissed it reverently, then placed them into his front, right pocket and walked to the door.<br><br><br>With a mild creak he pushed it open, then stepped though with a gentle, serene smile. Spotting Lucy he smiled warmly. He was expecting to see someone dressed in jeans and a heavy winter coat as most youthes typically would. The troubled ones usually had some sort of gang-like appearance - bananas, hoodies, tattoos that served to brand and label as opposed to merely decorating their skin. There was usually an "I'm-a-victim-of-religion" look about them, but that was not the case. <br><br><br>Immediately, his eyes were drawn to Lucy's long, stocking clad legs. Like prisoners, his eyes were compelled to gaze from her knees, to her calves, noting the way that her legs darkened at the edges. It was a mesmerizing shading effect that her stockings created and something that fired his obsession for them. Following the contour of her leg, he traced over her leg and focused on her shin and ankle which was slightly darkened as this part of her leg was much narrower. Her fiery red high heels pointed her feet in a very special way, and the length of her heel made him wonder what she might have looked like from behind while standing. <br><br><br>Slowly he traced his gaze back up her shins, over her knee and up her thighs taking note of the darkly shaded area where her legs touched. They looked so soft and smooth, so beautifully colored, he wanted to just reach out and touch them. Helplessly, he continued to follow the contour of her thigh up to where the split in her dress ended. A shadow obscured the junction beneath the split leaving him wondering if he would be able to see her pussy if it wasn't for that shadow. He squinted, but could not see though it.<br><br><br>Awkwardly, he broke his stare and made eye contact. He wondered how long he had been staring and hoped to god it was no longer than a second and more so, that she didn't notice. Her eyes were rich like molten chocolate and had a glassy shine. The dark contrasting eye liner around them made them stand out even more. He looked at her blemish free skin, her soft nose and smooth, plump pink lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss her. <br><br><br>Realizing again that his attention has slipped, he reached into his pocket and pinched one of his beads very hard, creating a sharp pain in his finger and thumb and forcing his mind to move and focus instead on the pain. With a quick dart his eyes moved towards her tits and then returned. It took every drop of his willpower but he managed to lock his eyes on hers, refusing to let them stray again.<br><br><br>He felt a growing sensation in his pants as his cock began to expand and swell. The last thing he wanted to do was to sport a very noticeable boner - which he knew he would not be able to hide. He pinched his rosary beads even harder in an attempt to flush his mind as his body tensed up with nervousness.<br><br>"Lucy?", has asked, unsure if this was indeed his six o'clock appointment.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 16:36:42</strong>
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				Lucy truly did not notice him staring, because her eyes were locked onto his body as well. He was nothing like she expected and the resemblance to the man in her fantasy last night was crazy. She found her hips twitching in the hard chair and even though she had 'taken care' of her throbbing cunt she found it growing all the more wet again. Her walls clenched as if there should be something long and thick inside of her. <br><br><br>Her gaze moved over his face, dark and handsome and she found herself licking her lips. His mouth was simply begging to be kissed and licked. She wanted to run her tongue down the strong line of his jaw to that sweet neck. She shook her head slightly just once trying to rid herself of those images, but her gaze moved down his body. Though she could not make much of his body out in those thick robes, he had wide shoulders and a tapered waist. Something inside her snapped just a little and she instantly got the image of those hips slamming her into the confessional wall just like in her naughty little fantasy. She closed her eyes then and took a deep breath as a slight blush played across her cheeks.<br><br><br>She centered herself as much as she could in those few seconds and reopened her eyes. She smiled up at the man, those glossy lips curling into a soft but sultry little smile, and stood. She gripped her purse strap with a white knuckled grasp and nodded in response to his question. Her other hand was held out for a hand shake and if we were to take it, her fingers would wrap around his hand warm and tight and as she would pull away, her fingertips would stroke his fingers very suggestively. Did she mean to do that, or was that just her libido taking over?<br><br><br>"That would be me. You are father Angelo, yes?" She stopped there deciding it best to simply smile and tilt her head happily. Least she not freak out the sister behind the desk who was apparently watching the two with great interest. Her eyes swung the older womans way and she winked softly. The woman busied herself behind the desk, huffing loudly. Oh, this was going to be fun. This was going to be fun indeed.
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				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 03:56:47</strong>
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				Feeling her hand slide along his fingers, he stared into the distance as if in thought with a bit of a faint grin as a fantasy evolved in his mind. He shook his head slightly, then regained eye contact - resuming as if nothing had happened. "It's nice to meet you Lucy, I'm father Angelo. Please, follow me." He turned and opened the door to his office, speaking as he walked. "Lucy, Why don't you close the door behind you and have a seat. I'll be right back."<br><br>Stepping into a smaller room in the back, Angelo removed his white and emerald ceremonial robes and hung them on an old wire coat hanger. He looked into the faded, old mirror that was built into the closet door and briefly checked to make sure that his black short sleeved shirt was properly tucked into his black slacks. He adjusted his white collar, then walked back out to take a seat near her. <br><br>"I don't usually wear my ceremonial robes when meeting with people. Its somewhat impersonal and gives the impression them I'm somehow less of a person. The last thing that I want is for anyone to think that I won't understand them because I'm a priest. Despite my appearances, I assure you I'm just like everyone else. Were all sinners you know."<br><br>Taking a seat he looked at Lucy once more. "So.. I was told that you had a few things that you wanted to talk about, but the receptionist was unclear about what you wished to discuss." He made a face as if confused as he shook his head left and right. "She said you were interested in some sort of program? We do have a youth program if you like but those are usually geared towards highschool students. I could also offer weekly counseling. You could come here to discuss whatever you like, and I could simply be an ear, or offer you guidance." He leaned back in his chair with his right foot on his left knee and his fingers laced in his lap as he waited for her to respond.&nbsp; <br><br>Within second his eyes were all over her again. It was as if they had a mind and will of their own. He as infatuated with her face and her hair. The soft brown shading of her irises made her eyes look like candy. His eyes drifted down along the contour of her hair and took a detour along her neck line. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 10:53:10</strong>
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				She watched as he turned and headed into his office, her gaze moving over the back of his body, so curious about lay beneath those robes. He excused himself for a moment and she took the time to allow her fingers to undo the four large buttons on her coat. She slid it off of her shoulders and laid it over the back of the chair that she was about to take a seat in. She was moving around that exact chair when he walked back in the room.<br><br><br>Her eyes were brazen this time and there was not a blush of color on her cheeks. Her gaze moved over his shoulders, down over his chest and stomach. Fuck, that shirt fit him well and that collar, oh that was doing things to her low on her body. Her eyes kept up their assault. Down over his hips; her tongue slid over her lips as her eyes slid over the fly on his dress pants. Was that a slight bulge there? When her gaze had reached his feet, she looked back up at his face and tilted her head, a slutty smile playing across her lips.<br><br><br>Now that her coat was off, he would have gotten an eyeful of her tall and curvy form. The black button down shirt she wore was tight to her body and the first four buttons were undone, showing just a tease of red lace from what lay beneath. She wore a skirt that was black with crimson vertical strips. The hem hit her at about her upper thigh and was short enough that it made promises that if she were to just bend over... she could show him what heaven really wans. Also...was that a garter strap peeking out from the bottom? Perhaps, but she quickly folded into her chair and crossed her legs a little too slowly as she met his gaze.<br><br><br>A soft chuckle left her lips when he said the words, "We're all sinners, you know." She was about to say something to that but he continued on with what she was sure was just a practiced speech. Offer help to the lost little lamb even when you do not even know the trouble she is having. Oh, this was going to be fun. She uncrossed her legs slowly and recrossed them even slower, making sure that he would have gotten just a glimpse of the crimson that lay beneath. The lace that lay upon that most forbidden of places.<br><br><br>Lucy was a very intelligent girl and she knew if she 'came on' too strongly that he would simply ask her to leave. She had to make this look good if she ever wanted his cock inside of her. A hand moved and she ran fingers through her hair, showing off a bit more of her neck. Her hand moved down the side of her face and -inadvertently- pulled at her shirt just a bit, spreading it a bit wider across her chest. She put a little more 'husk' into her voice then was necessary.<br><br><br>"Well, father. I do not know what I need, really. I do not think a trouble youth program would be correct for me. I am in college after all. I am a big girl and can take...very...good care of myself. The one problem that I face, I am not even sure you can help me with." Her eyes met his before she continued and she poured every ounce of desire and need into her eyes as she continued.<br><br><br>"I cannot stop thinking about fucking. I am thinking about it right now. How good it would be to have a cock deep inside me. How much I want to ride and moan and scream. And...oh god, the images and dreams I get when I think about sucking on a big thick..." She stopped herself there and looked at him, trying desperately not to smirk. Her eyes went a little wide and she forced herself into an embarrassed smile.<br><br><br>"I am so sorry, that was probably a bit too much detail." Her hand was slipping up and down her thigh slowly, fingertips making a soft sound on the fabric of the stocking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 12:31:48</strong>
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				Lucy's cleavage and the hint of her bra must have screamed at Angelo, as his eyes took to it without hesitation - swimming hungrily around as if looking for a stray hint of nipple. They widened with surprise as they drifted even lower and scanned the insides of her stocking clad thighs. He could barely believe was he was seeing. As she sat he looking again in anticipation, staring eagerly - hoping to see up her skirt.<br><br>As she slowly crossed her legs he stared hungrily and her crimson lace panties. His cock began to swell rapidly, his heart quickened. Right when he had thought it was over, she did it again! His mind had gone blank and he was completely lost for words. So distracted by this sight he had missed her innuendo about taking care of herself - not that he would have picked up on it either. He as a touch naive, and had a tendency to see only the good, orderly side which he wished to see. <br><br>He stared at Lucy's lips with a slightly open mouth, shocked at her unabashed discussion about wanting to fuck. Each and every word painted a new lustful landscape in his mind. He imagined what it would be like to fuck her brains out right there on the floor. Slipping his fat cock between her horny legs, with her stockings rubbing against his ears as he drove his cock in until his ball pressed against her lips. He imagined what it would be like to have his cock in her mouth as she sat in her chair - sliding it in and our with right hand on his shaft and balls, and her left grasping his ass to pull him closer. He pictured her soft glassy eyes staring into his with an innocent expression as if examining his lustful soul while letting his dick glide against her tongue. The feeling of her tongue running up the fat branched vein under his cock like it was a Popsicle, then over the edge of his head.<br><br>Feeling a small wet spot form at the edge of his dick, he shook his head and snapped out of his fantasy.&nbsp; His dick was as hard as a rock and pressing firmly against the fabric of his pants; It wanted to jump out tackle her. Placing his bible over his lap he cleared his throat and looked at the floor, unsure what to say. The sound and sight of her hand slipping along her stocking made his head twitch and jump as if it was about to spew. He was going to come in his pants if he didn't get his mind off of Lucy right away . He reached into his pocket and pinched down on one of his rosary beads to distract himself. <br><br>"Miss Morales, please refrain from such language! This is the house of god, and I'm a celibate priest." He looked away hoping that she didn't notice, then looked back at her with a warm, forgiving smile. "Tell me Lucy, do you know how to pray?"<br><br>Letting go of the bible that he had laid upon his lap, he reached for a small pamphlet that had a list of basic prayers. The act of contrition, the our father, the hail Mary and a few other staple prayers. He handed it to her, leaning forward then asked her. "Take a look at these prayers for a moment. We should start off by saying a few of them together."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 18:13:25</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">She sat in that chair, her back arched just slightly so that her shoulders pressed against the high back. She watched him, his entire form. Everything from his hands, to the lift of his brows to the set of his shoulders. What she saw, she liked very much. She had affected him. She had gotten through that exterior that he had most likely so carefully crafted. He had moved the Bible into his lap, and she had seen why before he even did it. The bulge in his pants was more than obvious pressing against those black pants. </div><br><div style="text-align: left;">Lucy was all the more pleased with herself when he leaned forward and spoke those words lowly to her. Her eyes moved over his face, watching ever nuance of emotion that passed over it. So, her language was getting to him as well. That was something that she could use. Her legs uncrossed again, and she pressed them close together not offering a glimpse this time. Her hands folded just a little past her knees, elbows resting on her thighs. </div><br><div style="text-align: left;">This little situation was working out even better than she thought it would. Not only could she appease her parents, but if she played her cards right, her little fantasy may just come true. At that thought her mind was thrown back into a tornado of lustful images. His hands moving to her knees and spreading her legs wide so that he could get a good look at her panties that were already tending toward soaking. His fingers slipping up her stocking covered thighs, pressing into her flesh deeply. His thumb slipping up and over the mound of her cunt, following the line of her slit. Jerking those lacy things aside so that he could get a good a look at that shaved pussy. She bit into her lip then, those images alone almost too much. Her clit was throbbing at that point and if she kept going, she was going to grinding into her chair just to get some relief.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">Apparently, while she was lost in her own little perverse mind, he had said something for now there were pamphlets being held out in front of her. Prayer. He wanted to pray? She looked up at him with her wide delicious little eyes and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She made a show of it slowly over her top lip and then even slower over her bottom.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Father do you really think that sinners lips like mine could even…wrap around…those words." She stood from her chair then, making sure that her body almost bumped into his. Her form was inches from his and her eyes once again slid over and then locked onto his eyes. She stopped at his lips and for a minute and just like in all those movies, her face tilted toward his, but she stopped it with a teasing smile. Not allowing herself to move any closer. Her body then moved past him, a gentle brush of shoulder against his but nothing more. Those heels carried her over to his desk where she must have found something very interesting because she planted both of her hands on the desk and bent over just enough so that the skirt she was wearing rode up the back of her thighs showing off those black garters and the lacy tops of her stockings.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">In all honesty, there was nothing on the desk that remotely held her interest, but Lucy knew just how to work her body. Obviously ignoring the bid for prayer she turned and placed her shapely ass right against the edge of the desk. Her gaze moved around the small office slowly.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“How do you this, day in and day out? How do you pray and then punish yourself for every sinful thought that you have? Don’t you ever just want to just say –fuck- this…“ she made sure that she put a little bit of emphasis on the word fuck, watching his face, “…and just grab the first thing with two legs and a cunt and just fuck the ever loving hell out of her?” She had pushed a line there and she hoped that it was not too much. She smiled at him, sweetly then. A gentle smile that would usually get her out of any trouble that she had gotten herself in. Her hands moved to the desk, pressing her chest out just a bit.</div><br><div style="text-align: left;">“Sorry about that, sometimes I have a very, very dirty mouth. I cannot seem to help it. So you think that your God could&nbsp; do something about that? You think maybe you could do something with this dirty mouth of mine?” Lucy could have meant that innocently, but she didn’t. To add insult to injury her lips parted seductively and smiled at him, so very sweetly.&nbsp; Mock innocence dripping from her face…almost as much as the honey dripping from her tight lower lips.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 06:14:03</strong>
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				Father Angelo was on the threshold of breaking his religious vows - his pledge to his god to remain celibate forever as a sign of his undying commitment and devotion. Breaking this vow would surely devastate him and conjure up a deluge of shame and feelings of unworthiness. More so it went directly against his greatest ambition - to one day become a Saint; to become flawless and immaculate - to become united to his god in a very supernatural way. <br><br>&nbsp;At the same time, his entire body, mind and soul wanted to fuck the living shit out of Lucy. His fetish for stockings was being pushed right in his face and he was on the verge of caving in. He wondered if his god would understand if he slipped up just this once - after all, he was a forgiving god, and Angelo was human - was he not? Surely this creator who made him would understand and have some sense of compassion. <br><br>"Thats the devil talking!", he cautioned himself. "Creeping upon your shoulder and whispering its lucid lies into your ear. It won't appear before you as a demon or a monster, but as an angel of the light - seeking to lure you away from the best with the second-best." He looked at Lucy in this new light - as a seductive demon rather than a young lost girl -oozing with hormones and spilling over with sexuality. With large, soft lips just wanting to be wrapped around his throbbing dick.<br><br>He closed his eyes as the temptation crept back into his head. He couldn't shake it out. He was obsessed and wanted her almost as much as he wanted this religious obsession of his. She was hammering all over his temptation buttons, but there was one that she had yet to press. It was one that he and only he knew about, and he was not about to let her know what it was... though as he thought about it,&nbsp; he considered how delicious it would be if she did know - perhaps she would use it against him. He would be completely defenseless, his actions would be justified.<br><br>"Excuse me for a moment." He said in a hurried voice as he stood up with his bible in front of his swollen, throbbing dick as he backed towards the door to his office and exited.&nbsp; He walked down the corridor facing away from the receptionist, then turned a corner and barreled down the hallway and out the door - letting it slam behind him in his mindless state.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking outside in the moonlight, he stepped beneath a large outdoor covered patio. It was lined with hundreds of votive candles - small clear jars containing a white candle in each one. Flames flickered and danced atop most of the candles. There were several small bins of sand with slender wooden tapers stuck in them.<br><br>He drew a taper from the sand and held it into one of the lit candles, letting it catch on fire, then carried it to an unlit candle. He touched the flame to the wick as he uttered a solemn prayer - mentioning Lucy's name. Taking the same taper he lit another candle, then looked upwards and closed his eyes. He said in a sad, pleading tone, "Lord, I'm about to fall. My flesh is weak and flawed, but your are perfect and strong. Why do you just wait there? Please, empower me that I might not let you down."<br><br>Opening his eyes, he looked back down at the two freshly lit candles as he stuffed the taper back into the sand. He took a seat with his face buried in his hands, and his shoulders slumped over. He had prayed as symbolized by the candles and was left with only hope that his prayers would not go unanswered - after all, it was his god's own will that he was praying for, so how could it not be answered. <br><br>Reaching into his pocket he grasped for his rosary beads and placed them over his neck as if putting on a protective amulet. He grasped the crucifix that dangled from it in his tight fist and squinted his eyes shut, but the moment he did, an image of Lucy reappeared in his mind. He imagined that she was laughing at him, tempting him to put on her stockings and fuck her from behind. A tear began to flow from his eye as his face reddened with shame. He looked up at a large carved marble stature of Michael the Archangel. He felt those eyes burning though his soul as if it could see his shameful desires. He look around spotting several other similar statues and got the same vibe. He felt as if every deceased soul and heavenly being was watching him with disbelief and disgust. He cringed not knowing what to do.<br><br>Confused, and helpless he got on his knees and cried out to the statue of the angelic warrior, "Michael, use your sword. Divide me from my sinful self. Its pulling me down!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 20:16:41</strong>
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				When the father excused himself and slid from the room she was left pondering what she had said. She pushed, but she did not think it was over the top. She took a moment and then realized for a man who devoted himself to the cross, perhaps that was more than he had ever heard before. Especially directed right at him and not simply spoken in confession. She chewed on her lip for a moment. She had seen the way he went. Perhaps she should follow? What if he went away from her because she was too much of a temptation? Wouldn’t putting herself back in his line of sight be cruel? <br><br><br>Stepping out the door and going in the direction he went, she decided she did not care. She was not completely heartless after all. She followed the long line of the hallway to the door at the end; it was really the only way he could have gone. She opened the door silently and slipped outside. The cold immediately assaulted her, and she crossed her arms over her chest quickly, cursing herself for leaving her coat inside. She followed the path until the lead to the covered patio. He was lighting candles and most likely praying.<br><br><br>She silenced her footsteps and watched him, with a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, the nasty little thing wanted to slide up and place her arms around his neck. Press the swell of her breasts into his back just to watch him squirm. The other part of her, however wanted to simply turn around and leave this man to his prayer. Perhaps not worry about ever coming back to St. Michaels. She was stuck in these thoughts when he hit his knees.<br><br><br>His voice was raised and the words that spilled from his lips seem strangled as though he were torn in half himself. She took a deep breath and moved over to where he knelt. Moving on tip toes so that her heels did not click against the pavement. Instead of wrapping her arms around him, she simply allowed herself to move up beside him and lay a hand on his shoulder. There was more than one kind of seduction, after all.<br><br><br>“Tell me father, does your god answer your prayer? Does the mighty use his sword to defend the defenseless and then also use that same sword to slice you away from your desires?” She paused there for a moment and looked up at the statue that stood impressive before her. Her hand gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze and then she moved to take a seat on the bench that he was sitting on before he moved to his knees.<br><br><br>“Why would ‘god’ tempt you in such a way? I know that you were tempted, Father. I saw evidence…” She smiled when she heard that word play around in her head. As though she had heard his thoughts from before she added on the last part.<br><br><br>“I mean, this god of yours is supposed to be all powerful and loving and forgiving right? Would he not forgive a sin of the flesh? Would he pass judgment so harshly that you are to never feel the touch of a woman? He created Eve for Adam, did he not? Even though they were cast from the garden because of their sin, god created sex. He wants his creations to enjoy one another and be happy with children and the like. So why would he pass such a harsh sentence upon you?” <br><br><br>She stopped there, her legs crossing and her arms sliding back over her chest. She had said enough for now. A seed had been planted and that was something she could work with. Perhaps she would have to take this ‘seduction’ to the next level, befriend and ‘understand’ before falling upon him like a hungry wolf at the feast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 11:18:31</strong>
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				Feeling Lucy's gentle hand upon his shoulder he jumped slightly at first, then relaxed as he watched her as she spoke. She was certainly no demon, though still quite seductive. She seemed to have a heart after all, and her words did make sense. Perhaps things were not quite the way they appeared to be. Was this God's way of telling him that the priesthood was an unrealistic and unnatural path in the first place?<br><br>"God does not tempt, rather we desire things and sometimes seek to pursue them despite the gravity of the consequences that may result. I was called, or invited if you will, to walk away from these gifts of the creator and dedicate myself to him completely. My dedication to God is my gift to him, and to renege on that gift only to give it back again would only cheapen it."<br><br>Placing his fingers over his lips thoughtfully, he began to reconsider his words. "But then again, doesn't the struggle and pain endured to produce this gift add to its value? Would an ordinary parent scorn their child over an imperfect gift? How might a father react if his son laid on the floor crying and frustrated because he could not perfect a gift which he intended to give him? Surely he would not stand there and demand perfection; If anything he might try and steer his child from his warped drive for perfection - citing that as the problem in itself."<br><br>Indeed the seed was planted in his mind and rapidly taking root. It wasn't necessarily a seed of corruption but rather one of truth. "Perhaps this calling is not his will at all.. perhaps its my perversion of his will - thus unattainable and flawed." His eyes rolled in his head as he sat and chewed on this new insight. "Perhaps this is why my prayers have gone unanswered. Perhaps he sent..." He looked at Lucy suddenly, with softened expression on his face, "you."<br><br>Slowly he stood and faced Lucy, taking her hand into his own. He held it firmly as his face softened, and his body began to relax. He looked down at her chest, enjoying the sight of her cleavage and the contrast between her skin and the red of her bra. Gazing upwards his eyes followed her collarbone, then up along the edge of her jaw. His eyes leaped from her ear to her deep glassy eyes. Her lips looked full and lush, waiting to be touched. Excited, he began to approach her - reaching his hand forward to caress the side of her head.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:29:05</strong>
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				She watched him rationalize.&nbsp; She watched his body as he was taking stock of his entire life and she could not help but feel a tiny bit victorious. Words strayed her way and she moved her eyes to his face as he said "you." Did he truly believe that she was sent by god? Wow, he took his religion very seriously. However, with his eyes upon her, soft in that way she drew in a very deep breath. What had she done? Why was he looking at her like that?<br><br><br>He stood then and his warm hand slid into hers. Lucy tightened her fingers around his hand allowing him to feel her soft palm and gentle fingertips. She had a moment where she lost her thoughts to an image of her hand wrapping around his cock stroking him gently under his desk while he was talking to one of the Sisters. She broke herself away from that image with a dirty smile. Pulling her attention back to him. Lucy looked at him, watching his eyes move up her body with a new found confidence until they met her own. She smiled then, and it was a tempting thing, lips curling and then parting gently. Making promises that she fully intended to keep, but not yet. Not just yet... <br><br><br>Lucy had already decided that the build up of seduction would be the very best part of this, and she was not about to let him have his carnal sin the very first night. As his hand moved to her hair, she let a soft moan fall from her lips and pressed her head into his hand all the more. Lure him in. Just a little more...a little bit more. Perhaps a heated kiss, or a touch of forbidden flesh. She looked at him then; her body standing with his and pressing close so that their chests were almost touching. Her eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips again and again.<br><br><br>"Do you want to kiss me, Father?" She left it at that. Dying to see what his next move would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:48:13</strong>
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				From his lips came a confident whisper, "Yes." Running his right palm along her cheek her buried his splayed fingers in her hair, softly following the contour of her head. He reached behind her with his left hand and rested it on her lower back just above her ass before leaning a bit closer. His nose bumped into her nose softly; he backed up, then tilted his head to the right with his lips half puckered. He paused, then closed his eyes, pulling her head towards his own gently as he pressed his inexperienced lips against hers. <br><br>He had never kissed a woman before, at least not in an intimate way, and hoped that he was doing it right. It was how he had seen it done in the movies, so he couldn't be all that far off. Feeling her round, fleshy breasts press against his chest, his eyes opened quickly with surprise. The sensation of her plump breasts and hard nipples pressing against his chest was completely unexpected! Father Angelo wondered how she might react but quickly let that concern dissolve. He thought to himself, "This will be simple - she would probably fuck the shit out of anything that moves. "<br><br>His cock began to rise and swell again as his mind raced - searching his mental archive of confessed sins for a fantasy that would easily fit into this moment. He could pour hot wax on her nipples, or give her a good lengthy fuck on the patio! He had a litany of lustful thoughts that were all fighting to come out at once; Twenty years of self deprivation was about to come to a screeching halt and there was no way he was going to let this amount to nothing more than a minor indiscretion. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 18:25:53</strong>
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				He slid his hand into her hair, like he knew what he was doing. However, when it came to actually placing his lips on hers, he had a bit of an issue and his inexperience was showing. Finally, his lips pressed against hers and a thrill went up the curve of her spine. This was going to be far too easy. Her hand moved gently to the side of his face, and she ran her fingertips down over his jaw as her lips pressed more deeply into his own. She was about to open her lips and press her tongue forward, but as soon as her tits pressed into his chest, he yanked himself away. Silly boy...<br><br><br>She could feel the swelling in his pants, she would like to have taken it as a compliment, but he most likely had never done anything like this before. She watched his face as his mind was obviously working through something. Probably some outlandish positions or other things that virgins think of. It was actually rather endearing. His eyes lit up with desire and he was nervous. Such a delightful combination of feelings that ran across his face.<br><br><br>Lucy smiled and it was a dangerous thing. She patted his chest gently and placed a very loud kiss on his cheek. "I am out of time for today. Initial consult being only a half hour thing. However, I think that I will take you up on that offer of -private- weekly counseling. That sounds like it could be beneficial to both of us. Don't you think?" She had one last tease, one that was sure to get even more of a rise out of him. To anyone watching it would just have looked like a hug. One arm wrapped around his neck and she pulled him close while her other hand slid down his stomach and stroked at his hard cock in his pants. Her hand wrapped around it as much as she could with his pants still on and she moaned at this size. Could not really help herself.<br><br><br>"You keep this nice and hard for me and we will see what I can do about it next time. Okay? Now, Tuesday next week okay with you? Same time?" With that said she stepped back pulling her chest away from his and that delicious hand away from his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 06:36:52</strong>
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				"But but .. Is it six thirty already? It can't be! Your leaving me now? Now that we were just about to..." The sensation of Lucy's hand on his cock made him gasp and drop his jaw - revealing quite a bit about what he thought of Lucy and her affectionate grasp. "I ah .. ahhhh..Oooh my god! Ok, six pm Tuesday; that is, six PM sharp," he said as he felt her hand grasp and stroke his stiff dick.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking Lucy's hand into his own, he turned his back on the large, angelic statue and slowly walked with her towards the entrance, then down the hallway to the corner where he let go before finishing their walk to his office. "I'll be in my office waiting for you. If you need anything at any time, feel free to call me; here's my card."&nbsp; <br><br>Lifting her coat, he held it open for her, then watched her every move as she departed - earning a rather judgmental glare in the process. "What? Whats with that look on your face? Do you have a stone to throw at me? If so, throw it now so I can throw five more back at you." He turned his back on the receptionist and closed the door behind him as he entered his office. <br><br>Having reached his breaking point, he dropped his pants and sat in his chair facing the door with his knees spread far apart. Pulling out his swollen, aching cock, he began to stroke it, skillfully twisting his wrist as his clenched hand ran over his head - causing the edge around his mushroom shaped head to radiate with pleasure.<br><br>He closed his eyes and replayed images of Lucy in his mind, her seductive face, the sight of her panties when she slowly crossed her legs. He pictured her laying on her back with her polished finger nails on her exposed pussy, screaming out his name. "Oh shit!", he whispered as he began to stoke his cock faster, "Holy shit Lucy!"<br><br>He began to tug and massage his balls with his left hand as his toes began to curl in his shoes, and his eyes pressed shut. The image of Lucy frigging herself, then begging to be fucked was clear and crisp, his cock was beginning to throb and he was on the verge shooting a load.<br><br>"Father Angelo, I need you to.. Oh Christ! What the hell are you doing!"<br><br>Startled, he froze in place with his horny cock sticking out of his fist - pointed strait at the receptionist. She screamed, dropping a stack of papers and a ballpoint pen on the floor, then and ran out, leaving the door wide open. "It's not what it looks like!", he shouted as he struggled to pull up and fasten his pants. <br><br>"I'm calling monseigneur!", she cried as she fumbled though the Rolodex - apparently too shaken up to recall his number from memory. "I can't believe you would do such a thing! What kind of priest are you? You .. you freak!"<br><br>Stumbling into the office, Father Angelo placed his finger on the received button, preventing her from making the call. "Do it and I'll smear your reputation in ways you could never imagine. Father Mahoney will never look at you the same way again, I promise!"<br><br>"You bastard! You wouldn't slander me! Would you?" After a moment, she backed away from the desk, still flustered, but with a worrisome look about her. She put her hand over her mouth covering an expression of sheer disgust, then shook her head and left the office without saying another word.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 20:00:22</strong>
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				Lucy shrugged into her coat, quite proud of herself. If he had thought her just an easy whore, he would now know differently. She was going to make him work for every inch of skin he got to touch. She buttoned up the long coat and walked out the door knowing full well that his eyes had not left her body until the door closed behind her.<br><br><br>Lucy was many things, some that would own up to and some that she would not. Being a voyeur was one of the things that she owned up to proudly. The window to Father Angelo's office was just too much of a temptation for her to pass up. She sneaked over the grass and and looked in just in time to see him drop his pants and pull out that thick member. Her eyes went wide upon seeing it. She knew it was big by the way it felt pressed into his pants, but seeing it free and jutting out from his body was...well...her pussy twitched in her panties and she could feel the wetness already soaking her wet lips all the more. She watched his hand move expertly, twisting over the head. She found herself licking at her lips and slipping her hand inside her coat to rub at her covered mound. Her breathing was just picking up, watching him when she saw the door to his office open.<br><br><br>What transpired next she would not know. Because she moved away from the window quickly least she be caught by sister "Panties in a Bunch"<br><br><br>The week went by so very slowly and she found herself longing to be back in that church, back in that office where she could tease the Father to her little hearts content. Finally Tuesday came and she found herself anxious on the ride to the church. Would he even be there? What happened in that nasty old sister had gone to someone above Father Angelo about what had happened? She headed up the steps and pulled open the massive wooden doors. A new woman in a habit was sitting at the desk. Lucy could not help but smile as she made her way up to the desk. She pulled off her leather gloves and stuffed them into her purse. <br><br><br>Just as before the woman took her name, told her to have a seat and then buzzed back to Father Angelo that "Lucy Morales, your six o'clock appointment is here, Father." Lucy licked her lips and stood against the wall ankles crossed gently, staring at the fathers door with a slutty little smile. One would not really be able to tell what she was wearing because of the coat, but she had made sure to wear something that he would not be able to resist. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail and her make up was tastefully done. Bright red lips and dark brown eyeshadow complimented her features. Her arms were crossed over her body, just under her breasts.<br><br><br>She simply could not wait for him to open the door. A weeks time was so very long and she could not wait to get her hands on him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 11:46:46</strong>
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				The week had passed slowly with each day dragging on and on. Each confession that he heard seemed to be drenched with sexual indiscretions and guilty confessions of kinky acts and desires. It seemed that each person who owned up to having an "impure thought", had at least five more filthy and immoral obsessions hidden deep inside. He was shocked at what he was hearing,&nbsp; yet somewhat comforted in realizing that he wasn't alone. <br><br>He started to question the validity of his belief that sexual perversion was a grave sin. It seemed to be so common, and despite what the priests with the pointy hats and red dresses said, it appeared to be quite harmless. As much as his own theory made sense, it clashed harshly with what he had been taught. He viewed his new theory at times as insightful and helpful, but at other times as a demonic persuasion that was whispered in his ear with the intention of undermining his faith and tearing him from the love of his god.<br><br>It had taken days, but he was recovering from last week's session with Lucy. He was back on track with his religion and had vowed to never slip up the way he did ever again. His mind was set and nothing would shake it from its course. This Lucy Morales was going to be made clean and whole, thus reconciling him with his god. Surely the heavens would rejoice as he returned to god his lost sheep.<br><br>He took a moment to clear his thoughts, then approached the door, recalling what Lucy had looked like the last time they had met. She was in his thoughts each and every day, and while he was desperate to reconcile himself with his god, he was secretly hoping that she would overwhelm him with her sexy body and her gentle touch. <br><br>Opening the door slowly, he stepped out and made eye contact with the sister, then looked to Lucy, still holding onto the door knob. "Lucy", he said, "I thought we might do something different this week. I would like to take you to the cathedral for our discussion. The house of god is a very powerful place. Its a place where terrific miracles and transformations have know to occur."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 17:22:40</strong>
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				Something was different, she could tell as soon as he opened the door. It was in the set of his shoulders and the look upon his handsome face. Everything she had done last week, all of the prep work that she had laid was gone. Lucy had so hoped that he would simply see her and lose control of the lust he felt for her. In all honesty, she rather knew in the back of her mind that this could happen. A week is a long time, and it would seem that while it was full of lusty thoughts of him, his thoughts were full of his god and that forgiveness.<br><br><br>Oh well, no matter. She would simply have to work it again. Her gaze moved to the sister to make sure she had gone back to work and that her eyes were averted. Then, before she even answered she moved her hands to the buttons on her coat, unbuttoning them slowly. The movement was seductive in and of itself. Each button revealing more and more of what she was wearing beneath. The voice that came from her sultry lips were polite and soft, completely opposite of the look she had on her face...just for him.<br><br><br>"Father, if I had known we were going into the cathedral, I would have dressed up a bit more." It was said in such a voice that it would not arouse suspicion from the sweet little sister behind the desk. She opened the coat and revealed to him what she was wearing beneath that long warm coat. <br><br><br>The dress, if it could even be called that, was a halter dress. Black as the heart of a sinner and short enough that the lines of her garters stuck out the bottom. The halter ties wrapped around her neck, and the plunging neckline slipped down between her breasts, pressing them into a luscious little valley. The dress curved tightly around her hips, hugging them in all the right ways. The socking tops were plain to see on her thighs and as black as the dress she wore. They held tight to her long and slender legs all the way down to those black heeled pumps. She was sex on legs and she knew it. She writhed it, and she took great pleasure in the fact that he knew it as well.<br><br><br>"Are you sure we should not just meet in your office like last time?" Lucy's dark eyes flicked to the only other woman in the room and then back at him. "If you think I am dressed appropriately, I am more then fine with the sanctuary." The smile on her face and the look in her eyes was wicked, and were making twisted promises that were followed by a sensual lick to her lips. Lips that just seemed to be begging to wrap around his thick cock and slurp and lick until he could take no more.<br><br><br>She waited for his answer, still holding her coat open, showing off her curvy body for his viewing pleasure.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 10:27:19</strong>
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				With the undoing of each button, father Angleo stared silently, watching in anticipation. His mouth failed to close all the way and his eyes were transfixed upon her sexy body. He knew that she was aware of his gaze and so did not attempt to look away. Having reached the last button he closed his eyes and placed the palm of his hand over his face, dragging it downward slowly. "Perhaps we should discussion in my office this week, we could certainly visit the chapel next week."<br><br>His stare flashed over Lucy's shoulder as he checked to see that the sister was minding her work, then back.&nbsp; He turned and walked into the office and plopped himself down in his chair. As he sat there, he watched Lucy saunter in. He began to undress her with his eyes, starting with the neckline of her dress, he imagined that it was cut from behind her neck and flopped over her shoulders, exposing that nice set of plump tits. He pictured her nipples being large, like dice and the color of her lips - with the same crimson lipstick on them. He imagined that it was smudged up and down, left and right over her nipples forming a cross over each one. <br><br>As she stepped closer, he imagined that upon seeing that her dress was cut, she decided to just take it off, stepping on it with her pointed heels as she approached. In his mind's eye he saw her take her thumbs and slide off her panties, revealing a tiny strip of hair, and a soft arch between her legs. He imagined that she kicked one leg backwards and reached down to lift her panties off her heel before tossing them on his desk just below his face. <br><br>"How are you today Lucy" he asked as she reached the desk. His brief fantasy had ended and just as well. Unable to stand in a discrete manner, he simply held his hand out, pointing to the chair in front and to the side of him. "Please, have a seat. I thought that perhaps today we might have a discussion about sin, and the stages in which it occurs. You know, it doesn't just happen, rather it evolves over time."<br><br>Although his topic was on the detection and avoidance of impending sin, he was enjoying the fantasy and the sensation of his hard fat cock throbbing in his pants. Knowing that she was well aware of his arousal had turned him on even more. He continued to ramble on about how thoughts and desires bloom into wants and needs, while he imagined what it might be like to rub his cock against her sultry lips and then slide it into her mouth. "Those lips could work wonders", he though as he fixated his gaze upon them. He grew agitated as he sat there, unable to chose a side. He wanted to be god's good little saint, but he also wanted to unleash every torrid fantasy of his on her like a deluge decimating a small village.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 15:22:35</strong>
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				Lucy would not rest until the decision to "unleash every torrid fantasy of his..." was the only solution to choose. She walked in and closed the door behind her, pressing her long body against it. Her hand moved to the lock on the door knob and with click, she smiled at him and suddenly the gravity of situation would be obvious. She wanted him, she had wanted him all week and it was now about damn time that she get what she wanted. She listened to his words, pressed up against the door, watching his face as he tried to very hard to stay focused on his work.<br><br><br>"You mention sin Father..." Her hands moved to her coat and she slid it off of her body tossing it to the chair in one fluid motion. The click of her heels on that wooden floor had a kind of finality to them. He had motioned to the chairs across the desk from him. Her eyes moved to them and then she simply chuckled as she moved past them.<br><br><br>"Sin is something that I know all to well. You could say that I am a...dirty...filthy sinner for some of the thoughts I had about you this week." She was about to mention that she had 'seen' him with his hand on his cock, but that is something that she might need to use later. "I mean, I laid in my bed so very many nights working my toy in and out of my sopping cunt just dreaming and wishing that it was you. If that is not a sin, I do not know what is."<br><br><br>As she spoke she moved behind his desk and gently positioned herself between himself and the desk top. She leaned back, setting her ass against the dark wood. Lucy smiled a smile that was just for him, something caught between 'fuck me father' and 'fuck me harder, father'. Her heeled foot raised and pressed into the wood of his seat, right between his legs. Had he been watching before her legs folded together he might have caught a glimpse under her skirt. Was she wearing panties or was that her naked pussy lips that were on display for such a short time? Perhaps he would never know. She pressed her foot into the chair, making sure just the toe of her shoe pressed ever so gently into the crotch of his pants. Another filthy little chuckle fell from her lips as her eyes moved down his body to where that thick cock stood at attention.<br><br><br>"My goodness, Father. It looks like I have your attention. Now I have to wonder if it was the remarks about my sin, or the living epitome of sin that sits before you." With that she leaned back, hands on the desktop behind her. Her dark eyes did not leave his face and she blinked slowly. The toe of her heel, still pressing ever so softly up and down over the spot where his heavy balls must lay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 18:44:14</strong>
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				Lucy's touch was completely unexpected. Feeling the toe of her heel pressing down on his balls,&nbsp; he wondered what else she might do given the opportunity. He was tempted break her stare to feast his eyes upon her long, sexy leg, but could not. He felt almost captivated or trapped, if not afraid to look away. There was something about her stance and her confidence that left him feeling weak and vulnerable, though it made no sense to him at all. Was it a demonic force inside her - using its powers to render him this way? Part of him feared her, while another part of him wanted to just dive in and find out.<br><br>His mind wanted to stand up and put her in her place, teaching he the virtues of the almighty god, converting her tainted soul and returning her to a state of grace. His heart on the other hand, was a bit different and at the moment, was gaining control of his will. With a hesitant, perhaps confused looking smile, he moved his hands over his laps and placed them on her ankle, grazing his finger tips ever so lightly over the sheer fabric as he glided then along her foot and shoe - molesting her ankle along the way.<br><br>His heart pounded in his chest; he could feel it jumping and wondered if she could too. Discarding his faith like a used rag, he smiled broadly as he spoke, "Lucy, instead of me teaching you about sin, perhaps you could teach me a thing or to about .....sin." Ending his sentence in a very stressed and sexualized tone, he began to slide his hands back up towards her ankle, with every intention of traveling as far up her leg as he could. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 20:08:30</strong>
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				Lucy had him, right where she wanted him. She could see his inner struggle, it washed over his face quickly and carefully. She was certain that there was a part of him that thought perhaps an exorcism was needed, that she was a demon hell bent on seeing him fail and fall hard. However, that was not her intention. Her intention was not really even clear to her at the moment. She knew she wanted to fuck him. How amazing would that be to have a man of the cloth, a goodly Father reaming her tight little cunt from behind?<br><br><br>However, when his hand moved to her foot she froze a little. She was not quite prepared to have him give in so easily. She had hoped the moment of panic had not shown on her face and she was pretty certain that it had not. Her tongue moved over her lips slowly and she leaned in just a little more giving him a beautiful view of her tits all smushed together in that dress. The toe of her shoe pressed all the more as he spoke and she smiled a dangerous little smile.<br><br><br>His hand continued up her leg. How high would he take it? She decided to see how brave the dear Father might get. Certainly he would not be brave enough to get it all the way up her skirt. A soft little laugh fell from her lips before she commented on what he said. <br><br><br>"Sin, Father Angelo is a horrible-beautiful thing." And thus the verbal assault began, she knew her husky little voice and a few choice words could make most men hard to throbbing in their pants and others would make them lose their load right in their jeans. "Sin is what has made you think of me all this week. I am sure that you thought me in so very many different positions. On my knees, slurping on your thick cock. Bent over your desk, looking over my shoulder as you fuck my wet little cunt from behind. Perhaps even on top of me, pushing into me again and again as you stare into my desire filled eyes." She paused there a moment, watching his hand climb.<br><br><br>"Sin is what made me touch myself while thinking about how much I want to fuck you." Her voice lowered a bit at that last part, as her lust was building. "It made my fingers move over my clit and then down inside me. I was fingering myself so hard but I wanted it to be your cock so badly. I imagined you taking me up against the wall in a confessional. Pounding into me with your hand over my mouth so we would not alert the people all around. If that is not a delicious sin, I do not know what is. As I said...sin is a horrible-beautiful thing." She stopped there for now, her eyes moving back down to his hand. Waiting and watching to see what he might do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 05:44:27</strong>
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				Sliding his greedy hands upwards, he raised them to the sides her calf. Her voice was soft and sultry; it wasn't just the sound but it was the way she spoke - the way she placed emphasis on certain words, it was her tone and her attitude. He stared at her leg, enjoying the sensation of her stocking against his hands. "Sin", he said "Its not really a bad sin.. its just a little one. I'm sure the good lord won't mind if I enjoy his creation for a little while."<br><br>Feeling her toe press more firmly against his balls, he looked at her with a repressed smile, "If you only knew what I was thinking Lucy, I think you would blush." He continued to slide his hands up her leg, touching her knee, caressing her leg with his horny hands. "How Id'e like to lay you on your back and plow you", he said as his cock began to jump and twitch in his pants. He looked down realizing that he was close to coming.<br><br>Suddenly, she said something that he didn't expect to hear, Sin is what made me touch myself while thinking about how much I want to fuck you."&nbsp; His mouth opened, his face froze. Suddenly the thought of fucking her was very real. It was no longer a mere fantasy - its was definitely going to happen! He felt like he was going to shoot, the sensation was overwhelming. He closed his eyes as if to block out her voice.<br><br>"Dammit, no!" he shouted, "Stop! Don't say that!"<br><br>He looked away from her but kept his hands firmly planted on her knee. He bit his lip hard, trying to take his mind off of her. "Stop! I need you to stop talking like that for a minute!". He had waited all week for this moment, and now it was about to be wasted! He was not about to lose his state of grace like this without getting his cock inside her. He breathed heavily and strained to visualize non sexual things like cars, planes, trains, candle sticks... "Dammit!" he said as he realized that the candles in the cathedral looked like erect dicks with their long white shafts and their golden toppers.<br><br>He panted, then pleaded, "Lets talk about something else for a while.. this isn't fair!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 08:31:25</strong>
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				She watched with dark and wicked eyes as his frustration grew. Her words about touching herself had struck a nerve and she was about to lavish that nerve with tongue and lips and words. She slid her foot from the chair and leaned herself up from the desk. Her eyes flicked down to that hard cock that was pressing against his black dress pants. A knee slid between the outside of his leg and the arm of the chair, and her other knee did the same on the other side, effectively straddling him right there in that chair were so many prayers had been uttered. A hand moved to his chest and she allowed her hips to sit back upon his knees. Fingertips traced down the buttons of his shirt, but stopped short right before the top of his cock. She locked eyes with him and smiled. She knew what she wanted now, she wanted him to coat his pants and boxers with his sticky white cum. She needed it. She wanted to see him convulse under her, watch his handsome face as it twisted with pleasure.<br><br><br>"Mmmm Father, you like the idea of me touching myself and thinking about you?" Lucy's hand slid from his chest to hers softly and she allowed her fingers to trace over the deep valley of her breasts to the fabric of the dress she wore. She pulled at it until just a bit of her soft brown areola was showing. No nipple would be seen however, what kind of tease would she be if she showed everything? Her lips parted slightly as she slid her hand down then over the taut line of her stomach, and she pulled at that tiny little skirt she wore. Perhaps he would catch just a glimpse of her mound covered in black lace panties before she leaned into him and whispered...<br><br><br>"Well, let me tell you, I could not fuck myself hard enough with my little toy. My hand was flying, pressing it into my tight wet cunt and ripping it out only to do again and again." Her words grew a bit louder and her breath increased, hips gently rolling in his lap as though she were picturing it right now. Which she was. "Fuck.. you had me up against the wall in the confessional, your hand around my mouth so that I did not make too much noise and, my god, you were laying into me. Fucking me, banging me against that wall as hard as your hips would let you." Her gaze locked on to his eyes as she went back to a whisper now. "I was fucking myself...hard...and picturing you Father. Moaning your name, Demanding that you fuck me harder. Demanding that you cum all over the inside of my tight....soaking...dripping little cunt." Her hips rolled a bit more now, back and forth and side to side, showing him exactly what she could do if she rode him like a common whore they talk about in the very Bible he read. The skirt brushed against him as she rolled and she slid an arm brazenly around his neck and demanded harshly against the flesh of his lips...<br><br><br>"Cum for me....now...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 11:20:05</strong>
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				With Lucy's knees wedged between his hips and the chair and her plump, round tits close to eye level, he looked up at her only see her stare back with a soft seductive, trance-like gaze that melted him deep inside. He could feel her soft, warm ass through the fabric of his pants and the sensation of her hands tracing over his chest. He could taste and smell her delicious breath as she spoke in an ever so seductive tone. To top it off, she had the smooth, goose bump raising voice of a sex talk operator.<br><br>His head shook as his hands curled over the end of the arm rests. He forcefully pinched his eyes shut and clenched his teeth with his head cocked back as far as it would go. Desperately he sucked in his abs, squeezed his knees together and arched his back. His chest jutted forward, his head flopped from side to side with his eyes still shut as tight as a purse.<br><br>"Lucy!", he shouted at the top of his voice, "God dammit Lucy, stop it right now!"<br><br>He wriggled and squirmed under Lucy's weight causing the chair to rock and jump in place. He crossed his ankles and raised his knees suddenly - forcing Lucy's body to bounce up and forward , then to plop back down onto his legs. He opened his eyes only to see her tits bounce and shimmy as she landed back on his knees. He looked at her angelic face - her mouth was opened slightly with a pleased, anticipating smile, her eyes relaxed and passively watching his. <br><br>With a sudden jerk, a warm wave of cum streamed out of his cock and ran down his shaft soaking his underwear and his balls. There was so much cum that it felt like he was pissing in his pants.&nbsp; He gasped, dropping his jaw. Seeing Lucy's face change he knew that she was aware of what was happening. It felt like she could see the very sinful spots that were forming on his soul. How embarrassing it was.<br><br>Another jolt of sperm gushed out, and finally another. He could smell his hot, salty brine all over his inner thighs and dripping down his testicles and into the crack of his ass. His jaw dropped as he gasped, "Oh shit! No! Noooooo! god dammit!" He swung his head and chest back furiously as if to bash it against something but there was nothing there. The chair tipped back with the force of his thrust, landing him on his back.&nbsp; His head hit the floor with a loud smack and Lucy safely landed with her ass on his chest and her knees spread apart as she braced for the landing.<br><br>He shouted "Fuck!", then lifted his head off the ground to look up over his chest, only to see her wet panties only a foot and a half away from his face. His dick twitched one last time depositing a rope of cum into his pubic hair. He laid there helpless, on the verge of crying with frustration. The cum ran and spread as it began to melt on his skin. He closed his eyes and spoke in a clearly depressed tone, "Lucy, our fucking session is over for today."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 15:01:50</strong>
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				The curse words that fell from his holy lips surprised her and she could not take her eyes away from his face. Even as the chair was rolled and bounced, even as she bounced in his lap, her eyes stayed glued to his eyes and the muscles of his face. It was rather beautiful in its own way. Watching that inner struggle. To see him fighting for control even when she knew that he would lose it.<br><br><br>He twitched and he jerked and that look in his eyes and the set of his lips was unmistakable. He was giving in. Her hand started to slide down but was stopped as the chair started to tilt backwards. There was not way to save them from the fall and so she braced as well as she could, but quite literally landed on his chest, her skirt hiked up all the more. Wet lacy panties on full display now. His head had bounced off the floor and she knew that had to hurt in many many ways. However, he had given her exactly what she wanted. His words were as dark as his mood, when he said their session was over, but she was not about to leave him embarrassed&nbsp; and hurting. Lucy was not exactly known for her gentleness, but sometimes the situation called for it.<br><br><br>She leaned down, inching her body down his as much as she could and placed her hand behind his head where he had hit it. Her eyes traveled over his face and she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, one on his right cheek, another on the left and then she brushed her lips over his. There was not much he could do about it in such a prone position. Soon after that last kiss she un-straddled him and was on her knees beside him. She leaned down then without permission and ran her lips and cheek over the still slight bulge in his pants. It was so very warm, and she could smell the mess he had made. She moved back up and then slid her eyes up to his face.<br><br><br>"I am actually quite proud of you. You made a mess for me. Not many men would be able to hold out as long as you did." She did not mean it in a cocky way, just the truth. "If our session is over, then perhaps we need to start seeing each other twice a week." She leaned down and whispered near his face. "I mean, I did not even get any of that hot cum on my lips. So how about Tuesdays and Fridays now, hmmm?" She moved to stand and grab her coat before the woman from the front desk would come in wondering what was happening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 10:23:04</strong>
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				"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what's happened to ya farther!?", sister Josephine exclaimed as she rushed to his side and placed her thick, weather-beaten fingers on his face. She stared into his eyes with a horrified look of concern which unknowingly tormented Father Angelo's already wounded soul. He felt like she could see his thoughts and his intentions, most of all he felt like she could see that part of him that enjoyed what had just happened despite his anger and disappointment. <br><br>"I heard ya yellin farther, are ya ok?" Snapping her eyes back at Lucy she asked her in a panicked tone "What th' hell happend here? What was he scremin about?" Not hearing an answer she began to suspect foul play and yelled again "Tell meh what happened to the farther or I'll rap ya across yer head with the back of me hand!"<br><br>"I'm fine sister Josephine!" He snorted as he tried to get up, "please, let go!" He swung his hand to shoosh her away as he stood, only to see Lucy standing by the door, fastening one of her buttons. <br><br>Not knowing what to make of the situation, sister Josephine pointed at Lucy and asked Angelo in an aggressive tone, "Did she assault ya farther? What did she do to ya?" <br><br>"She didn't do anything, I was just leaning back and the chair slipped." He rubbed the back of his head as he spoke to her, running his fingers over a small lump that was forming. "Please Josephine, let's just forget about this and move on."<br><br>"Rubbish! You were yellin an ah know it! I heard ya say Feck an ah heard ya say it more than once!" She poked him in the chest several times, then asked "Don't be ashamed now farther, was she pickin on yah? Was she was beatin ya up farther?" <br><br>"No!", he said shaking his head "That's not what happened at all!"<br><br>With a violent outburst, sister Josephine stood and reached towards the desk. She lifted a hickory stick from it, raised it over her head and slammed it onto the desk, shattering its end with a loud crack!&nbsp; She pointed the sharp end of the stick at Lucy's face; the point of the stick traced wavy circles in the air as her arm and hand trembled. "Ya better get outta here now or I'll beat the bag outta ya with me own two hands!"<br><br>Standing uncomfortably in his own mess, he felt it ooze and drip down his thighs. Wanting to end the entire ordeal he he grabbed the stick and took sister Josephine by the shoulders. "We were doing an exercise in anger management. It was just an exercise In being assertive, learning to say no confidently. I'm sorry sister, I should have prepared you in advance"<br><br>Josephine wrinkled her nose like she smelled something rancid then asked, "An how did ya get on the floor? Are ya gonna stand there an tell meh that was an exercise in being a doormat or somethin? I wasn't born yesterday ya know!"&nbsp; <br><br>"Like I said, I was leaning back on my chair and I slipped."<br><br>Looking at Father Angelo with a strong sense of disbelief she resigned her stance and lowered her head slightly. "All right farther, if ya say so. But somethin smells funny an it aint me upper lip. I dun know what yer up ta but I'll keep me nose out of it. "<br><br>With that he nodded, then pointed his open hand to the door, "Please sister, let us finish our session." Giving Lucy a top to bottom look, she turned to father Angelo sighed before walking out the door grumbling. "In all me years ... "<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 18:16:11</strong>
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				Lucy could not help the small smirk that played on her lips when she saw the older woman rush to the goodly Father's side. If she had only known what had just transpired. The woman now turned fire and brimstone eyes in Lucy's direction. A threat of physical violence was almost laughable from the small woman Lucy could most likely break her with just a step of her heel. She was about to open her saucy little lips to retort, but Father Angelo spoke up explaining the "accident". Her eyes moved over the Father's face but it was not pity nor shame he would see in her eyes, just arousal. What had just happened had gotten her extremely excited and she was more than certain that she was going to have 'fun' with the image of him cumming in his pants over and over again while laying in her bed.<br><br><br>The woman yelling at her was one thing, but when she picked up the hickory stick and brandished it like a weapon, Lucy stepped back a little more uncomfortable in the woman's presence. She was about to just slide out the door, but once again Father Angelo stepped in and told another little lie to try and smooth things over with the angry sister. She obviously was not believing it. It was plain in the look on her face and in the set of her lip as she looked at the Father. He asked the woman to leave them for the rest of the session and while Sister Josephine did not like it she did back out of the office. But not before giving Lucy the once over. The door closed and Lucy's dark eyes move to his and the smile that curved her lips was like that of the very serpent in the Garden of Eden. A smile that makes so many promises..<br><br><br>The coat was all done up and she leaned back against the door frame gently, her hands resting between the wood of the frame and curve of her ass. "Well, that was certainly interesting. I must say Father, for a man of the cloth you sure do know how to lie." She moved then a little forward and placed herself right beside one of the guest chairs in his office. "You did not really get a chance to answer my question." Her legs shifted and a long slender leg poked sinfully through the split in her coat. "Tuesdays and Fridays going to work for you, now? Because I have to say...I think they will certainly -work- for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 12:57:27</strong>
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				<br>Exasperated, Father Angelo looked at Lucy upon hearing her question. "Yes, yes Tuesday and ... " As he moved he could feel his half hard cock slide and swim freely in his shorts - lubricated by his cum. Despite his embarassment, the sensation was rather arousing and distracting. "Tuesdays and Fridays, right .. I need to .." He looked, then shook his head as he was clearly distracted. He looked back at Lucy only to find her staring right back at him with her amused expression. Knowing that she was fully aware that he came in pants only added to his arousal making his cock jump up and slide back down.<br><br>Turning his face away he held his hand over his forehead with his thumb and his middle finger pressed against the sides of his closed eyes as he tried to regain his focus. He knew he had nothing to change into and had to dismiss the thought of changing for the moment. "This is awkard., just hold on a minute..I'll be right back."<br><br>Stepping into a small room in the back he looked around and found an old shirt and a plastic bag. He proceeded to remove his pants and discard his soaked underwear. He cleaned up his pants with the shirt the best he could, then managed to clean himself. He knotted the bag and stuffed it into a file cabinet before getting dressed again. He was free-balling, but it was somewhat of a relief.<br><br>He returned to see Lucy still there, still equally amused. His anger had faded and he knew that the future would probably present another opportunity. ""Ok, you got me", he said as he laughed at at himself. He shook his head, then looked back at her with an amused smile. Picking up the chair from the floor he put it back in its place then walked the front of his desk and casually sat on the edge. With his hands at his sides to distribute his weight he leaned back a little, looking her over once again.<br><br>"How about I walk you home?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>10-04-2011, 14:19:51</strong>
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				If she had to be honest, she was more than just amused at what had taken place. Her words and just the sight of her body had brought him to climax. There was a little pride there, but more than just a little arousal as well. The lace of her thong was wet and pressed up against her bare lips. It was nothing like he was experiencing but the throbbing of her clit and lips made her aware of every move his body made. He was so very handsome, and his body was something that she pictured on more than one occasion. Especially now that she had seen the impressive size of the cock he kept hidden beneath those perfectly pressed pants.<br><br><br>When he came back out from the room, her eyes moved slowly up his body. She started at his shoes and worked her way up to his hips feeling just a little twinge in her pussy. Her tongue slid over her lips slowly. She could almost imagine her legs spread wide, laying back on his desk while those hips pounded against hers again and again. It made a shiver slide down her spine. She smirked at his words watched him move, eyes slipping to the back of his pants as they tightened over his ass when he bent to set the chair back up. Once he turned to face her again, she had schooled the depth of the lust in her eyes and her lips quirked into a smile. He sat back in the desk, casually and she watched as his eyes ran over her body once again.<br><br><br>Walk her home? It was a long walk. Did he even know that? She took a chance, and perhaps as a reward, or something slightly more twisted she walked up to him. Her knees pressed against his and she slid her smaller body up against his. Both of her hands moved to his chest and slowly slid up the black shirt to his shoulders as her eyes made their way from her hands all the way up to his eyes. She leaned in then, and placed her plump lips just inches away from his own. Close enough that he would be able to feel her warm breath bathing his lips and chin.<br><br><br>"I would like that, Father. I would like that very much." With that said, her hands squeezed at his shoulders and she smiled. This time, however, it was not twisted or wicked. It was genuine. Everything inside her told her to lean in just an inch more and slide her lips against his. To have him right there upon his desk, but something held her back. So she stayed there, body pressed into him, lips almost touching and thoughts running wild.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 12:29:25</strong>
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				Angelo tasted cinnamon as she spoke or at least his preoccupation with the warmth and scent of her breath made him think so. Her soft hands left a trail of "Mmmm she just touched me" on his chest and up his back. He looked to the side as if to suggest that they go, but Lucy did not move. Her stare was direct and personal; it wanted to be answered, and it looked like it had a particular answer in mind.<br><br>Her lips were so close he could feel their warmth, although she had stopped less then an inch away, Father Angelo leaned in pressed his lips against hers, reaching up and placing his hands on her hips. Slowly his hands slid along the back of her ass - not groping, just resting there calmly. Gently he pulled her towards himself until her could feel their hips touch.<br><br>Curious and soaked with a impromptu concoction of desire and passion, he parted her lips and brushed her tongue as he shifted his weight away from the desk. His hands began to cup and grasp as he pulled her more firmly against his cock.&nbsp; He pulled his head back and whispered, "It might look a little funny if your'e seen walking home with a priest with a bulge."<br><br>"How about you show me what sort of wonders those talented lips of your can work. You've gotten me pretty worked up so far and I'm not about to allow you to leave without getting something back." His voice grew more serious and less playful as he spoke. "Lucy, don't make me get pushy." Stepping back slightly, he lowered his hands to his belt and began to unfasten it.<br><br>"What the hell did I just say?", he thought as he unbuckled his belt - his hands grasping and tugging as he waited to see how she would respond. He continued to argue in his head as he unzipped his his pants, "Fuck it.. I'm already down.. what the hell does it matter at this point."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 17:25:08</strong>
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				His lips tasted exactly like she remembered, and they were so soft almost reverent as they pressed into hers. His hands slid down her coat to the curve of her rear. He pulled at her, so very gently as if she might break. His tongue brushing against her lips was something that was unexpected, and she liked it. Her own lips parted oh, so gently and her tongue traced over his. It was soft and sweet, rather unlike anything else that had transpired between them.<br><br><br>He had moved and stood, his hands on her ass pulling her hips all the more into that already hard again cock. She could feel it against her lower stomach and it made her shiver softly. He mentioned that it might look odd if he walked her home with a bulge in his pants, and she actually found that thought arousing. That she had done such a thing to a man of the cloth.<br><br><br>He got brave next. Something that shocked her enough that her jaw dropped just a little. He was trying to take control. To get her on her knees and get her lips around his throbbing cock. Oh, that would not do at all. A smile took over her lips and she took a step back, her hands moving to his pants. Her eyes moved downward and she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants the rest of the way. They fell to his ankles and she moaned at the sight of him. Truthfully, she had seen him before, but his size was impressive and part of her really did just want to fall to her knees and lavish his cock with attention from her lips and tongue.<br><br><br>However, perhaps a lesson should be learned, he should not simply 'expect' such things after all. Her hand moved forward and wrapped nice and tight around the shaft of his cock. Her other hand moved lower and grasped at those recently empty balls.<br><br><br>"Mmmm, Father. You are so big and thick and I have so imagined it just like this. Me on my knees sucking on you like a good little slut. However, look at the time." Her head jerked softly to the side at the clock on the wall. "It is 6:45. My session was over fifteen minutes ago. And I would hate to keep you from important...business." She wrapped her lips around that last word as though it were something that could be defiled. "I also just remembered, that I drove here this evening so an escort home will not be necessary. Perhaps next time." With that she released her hold on him and leaned in to press a gentle almost chaste kiss to his cheek. She stepped away then and to the door, tugging her coat a bit tighter around her body.<br><br><br><br>"I will see you Friday, Father." Her eyes slipped down to that thick and juicy cock&nbsp; and then back up to his face. "Perhaps we can do something about that..." she motioned to his cock with her eyes and then smiled one last time. "...when I see you next." With that she opened the door slipped out and closed it behind her. Leaving him as she had the last time. Ready...and wanting...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>22-04-2011, 06:14:47</strong>
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				Father Angelo stood and stared as she left in what could best be described as a synthesis of astonishment and disbelief. One second she has her hands on his cock and his balls, and then next she was walking out the door.&nbsp; Chasing her was pointless and fraught with losing situations. He sat there, pants still down and just stared at the wall confused and bewildered by the events that had taken place. <br><br>He closed his eyes and reclined in his chair as he began to reflect on his life. He had joined the seminary with every intention of becoming a priest and one day a saint - completely free from the grip and consequence of sin. As pious as his intentions were his life was riddled with failure. His college years were filled with sexual indiscretion, namely masturbation and the viewing of pornographic magazines; occasionally the fondling, sniffing, and wearing of women's underwear. He had thought that as a priest he could overcome such horrendously unmanly cravings, but found himself that much more deprave day by day. It was not helping.<br><br>Here he sat with his balls against the hardwoord chair after having considered forcing himself upon a parishioner. What kind of priest had he become? What kind of priest fools around with girls who are barely old enough to drink, while their parents sit in the comfort of their homes believing that they are safe and in the company of someone trustworthy? He pulled his white collar from his neck and looked at it; it might as well have been covered with large black stains. He tossed it into his trash can and returned to his thoughts.<br><br>On his desk was a small shaving kit that he has received as a gift; in it a razor sharp straight razor. He took the razor and felt its edge. It was thin like paper and made a scraping sound when he grazed it over the ridges of his fingers. Pressing it into his fingertips, they began to bleed and drip upon his desk and exposed thighs. He took the blade and dragged it along the contour of his neck - listening to and feeling the sensation of it scraping his fine day old growth of whiskers. He held it to his jugular for a moment and let it rest there. As he stared in thought, a stream of words came to mind.<br><br><em>"So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of My mouth. "</em><br><br>Indeed he was lukewarm, or at least, so he had thought. He would be better off if he had never been born. He was a stained disgrace - tainted with corruption of sin. Nothing more than a puppet on a string - acting and reacting to anyone who could figure out how to pull his strings. His life was a complete joke, a scandal. Should anyone find out about his antics, the church itself would be splattered and spoiled with his sin. He could not change, but he could certainly put a stop to this. He pressed the blade against the side of his neck and exhaled slowly as he closed his eyes. <br><br>A deluge of thoughts rushed though his head. The thought of burning in hell for taking his own life was the least of them. The loss of his friends and his parents, and the heartache his act of suicide would cause them. The thought of never again seeing the light of day, and being denied entrance to heaven because of his self destructive act. Well, at least he would be at rest. A flood trickled from his eyes as he began to press the blade against his flesh; he made a scratch at first, and a superficial would next. He raised his elbow and prepared to give it one hard jerk.<br><br>Another stream of words came to mind: <em>"He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne."</em><br><br>He dropped the blade onto his desk and laid his forehead in his folded arms as he wept. Eyes closed, he saw his creator in his mind's eye, holding his arms out and accepting him just as he was. He saw his own body begin to glow with the same light the radiated from his creator; that light had become alive within him and radiated outwards making everything around him glow. He sat there motionless for the next hour - unable to speak, unable to think. He could only comprehend silently, and that he did. <br><br>Filled with newfound hope and unshakable strength, he ended his night in the chapel face down on the floor before the cross with his arms extended&nbsp; to the sides, and his legs straight back.&nbsp; <br><br>"My life is yours my god - take it, do as you wish with it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 23:35:35</strong>
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				The week, like the one before it had been a long one and Lucy could not help wanting to get back to that large cathedral. Her classes were going as well as could be expected and it would seem that her parents had accepted the fact that she was "seeking' help from her local priest. Gods, if they only knew what had been happening. She was getting dressed to go see Father Angelo and had decided on something a bit different this time. Something that would...well she would have to wait and see how he would react to this little outfit. <br><br><br>She was out the door in plenty of time to get to the church. With that black coat all buttoned up she started on her way. The cathedral was not a far walk, but this had been the first night of many that it had been warm enough to actually walk. The ear-buds in her ears were pumping out thumping music with lyrics that would probably make all of the sisters at the church blush as red as the silks in the sanctuary. On her walk she had some time to think and reflect on what she had been doing to the poor father. Stringing him along with promises that perhaps she had no intention of keeping. However, she knew that if given the chance she would have him. It did not matter if it was in a confessional, on his desk, in a pew or even on the floor in the aisle. She would have him.<br><br><br>Was what she was doing wrong? The question rather hit her out of no where as she turned down the block where the large building was situated. Her steps slowed as she thought about the question a bit more in depth. She did not believe in the God that he placed all of his faith in. In fact she did not really believe in any god. Did he think that he could save her? Did he think that he could have her and possess her as his own? All of these questions rolled around inside of her head and she could not find the answers for them. Her steps led her into the large annex and she smiled at the woman sitting at the desk.<br><br><br>"I'm Lucy, here to see Father Angelo." Apparently, the woman in her neat and clean little habit was not paying very much attention because she simply waved Lucy through while she sorted through paper work. Lucy did not even take the time to sit down in the chairs. She slid over to Father Angelo's door and turned the knob opening it slowly and carefully, her gaze moving into the room quickly. She would not announce her presence, oh no, that would simply be too easy. Without even meaning to, she bit into her bottom lip gently and pushed open the door just a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 05:23:57</strong>
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				<br>Father Angelo sat in his chair silently as he waited for Lucy to arrive. Convinced that he now had all the grace and empowerment needed to overcome the temptations that spewed from this sinful woman's very pores he sat still and waited for her to arrive. When the door opened a crack, he stood and walked up to it, suspecting that it was Lucy given the time of day. He pulled the door open immediately locked eyes with the brown eyed beauty. <br><br>Determined to dominate the temptation once and for all, he walked up to her and though the door way, lightly brushing against her. With his pleasant, platonic smile, he said, “Lucy, please follow me, I want to show you something that means a lot to me – in fact, something that means absolutely everything to me. Its sacred, and will take some explaining for you to appreciate it. <br><br>He pulled out his old hand made set up mahogany rosary beads and wrapped them around his fist as he walked. “Lucy, sometimes you need to hit rock bottom before you can change and grow. Sometimes walls are put up in your face in order to convince you to turn and change direction. Lucy, you're a sweet girl who is surrounded by walls and blockages. I want to offer a private mass just for you. I'm convince that this s what you will need in order to be saved.”&nbsp; He stopped and then explained, “I think this mass will have a very positive impact on you. I think this will open doors for you in ways that one can barely imagine.<br><br>He pushed open a large door that went outside and faced the main entrance to the cathedral. The evening sky was inky and the stars shone brightly. A gentle wind blew – bringing a light smile to Angelo's face, “The spirit is with us”, he said as he stopped and turned to face Lucy . “I can feel it in the air – we are on the verge of something great and terrible. Know that the lord works in ways far beyond our comprehension.<br><br>Outside, there were two large flood lights that shown down on the cathedral, They were misaligned and no longer pointing at the side of the building where renovation work was being done, rather they pointed right into the stained glass. He opened the large cathedral door and then stood behind it as he looked at Lucy and said, Please Lucy, after you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 10:18:08</strong>
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				As soon as she saw his face, she knew something had changed...again. His smile was back to the very same one that he plastered to his face when they had first met. He brushed past her and told her that he had something important to show her. She followed.<br><br><br>The walked back outside, and for a moment, Lucy was a little lost. She cast her eyes upward toward the sky and looked at the stars as she walked. In the city, so many of the stars were hidden from view, but tonight had been a rather clear night and many of them had come to play. The stars had always been a source of comfort for Lucy, a reminder that there were bigger things in the universe. She listened as he spoke and she knew that she had made the right decision as far as her wardrobe choices were concerned.<br><br><br>The lights bounced off the stained glass windows, and she had to admit they were beautiful in their own way. Something utterly peaceful about the faces in the glass and the colors that just filled a normal person with a sense of wonder. Lucy was normal enough that it made her smile. He opened the door to the actual cathedral and she stepped inside. The small heels she wore clicked against the marble floor and as her eyes adjusted to the low light of the sanctuary she smiled.&nbsp; Her hands moved to her coat and she unbuttoned it slowly. She moved ahead of him down the center aisle and looked up at the high ceilings and then the altar at the front. She slipped off the coat and allowed it to lay over the back of one of the pews near the front. Her clothing choice would probably surprise him...<br><br><br>She was dressed in a short sleeved dark red dress that was buttoned up over her cleavage and actually covered her legs all the way to her knees. She wore a pair of nude colored stockings black shoes with a little perhaps one inch heel. Her hair was down and wavy as usual, but she would look like an entirely different person. This was, after all, her intention.<br><br><br>Seeing her like this could evoke only a few different responses. One, he would see her and not be able to think about anything else but what she was wearing the first few times he saw her. That should fluster him enough. Two, he would see her in the dress and not be able to stop thinking about what she was wearing beneath, because certainly a little whore like herself would not leave the house without being ready for a good fuck. That would fluster him. Or...three, he truly had changed and the outfit she had chosen would have no effect whatsoever. This outcome she very <strong>very</strong> much doubted, but she was prepared if it did.<br><br><br>And so, at the front of the church, she turned to face him, her dark eyes landing upon his face and a sweet smile had replaced the wicked smile she usually wore. The voice however that slipped from her lips was still dripping with its usual sensuality and when she said... "Alright Father...save me..." Those last two words could have been "Fuck me" in and of the way it slithered from her plump lips. With her hands clasped behind her back, she kept her eyes on his face, eyes locked on his...waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 11:24:45</strong>
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				As they stepped inside, he noticed how the light from outside was shining though the ornate stained glass. Wanting to make this mass so very special, he dimmed the lights and noticed how the colors that spilled from the glass intensified. He dimmed them some more and more until they were practically off. The cathedral was vibrant with rich hues of reds, gold and purple, large, hard-edged patches of vibrant color laid on top of the the floor and pews like a quilt, and the glowing dust in the air made huge angular columns that stretched from the floor to the glass. Images of saints, shepherds and doves glowed on the floors and walls.<br><br>He walked down the mail aisle to meet her and noticed the altar in the back. A small spot light shone down upon it from above - bathing it in an intense, white light that made it glow and pop.&nbsp; As he approached, she removed her jacket. He was about to look away for fear of what she might have been wearing (or not wearing) beneath. Memories of her body immediately assaulted his mind like winged demons attacking a carcass and tearing out its soul. He couldn't help recall the first day that her saw her; it was as if he was there again - feasting his eyes upon her darkly shaded ankles and ever so slowing enjoying her legs as his eyes crept at a snail's pace. That dark shadow between her thighs that made his heart pound and his eyes eagerly walk up to the darkness beneath her skirt. What a tease! <br><br>After a moment's pause, he came to and was both relieved and tormented at the same time, but kept his chin up and dismissed the thought. It was only a memory, and he would not let that get in his path. With a quick prayer, he dismissed it as if he had some supernatural power, then thanked his god and continued on his way.<br><br>Feeling empowered for once, and in control of his thoughts, he approached her and said, "Lucy, you look quite nice. I'm glad to see that you chose to wear something suitable for the occasion. Come with me, and bathe in the spirit of God." Look around the sanctuary and try to feel his presence. The spirit is like an odor. You can read about it all you want, but until you sense it for yourself, you know nothing of it. Its like the sensation of color to someone who only knows white."<br><br>Pride swelled in his head as he lead her to the altar, where he had left out a golden chalice of red wine, and another of hosts. He turned to her and said, "This will be rather informal - more personal as its just us two. I think this will give you a much needed boost." As he spoke he was overcome with the sensation of having finally conquered his greatest temptation, he thought he could feel himself glow with heavenly spirit and light. The phrase, "Saint Angelo" rang in his head as he pictured a stained glass window made in his image and likeness - holding a whore in his arms and carrying her over a stream. <br><br>"Before we begin Lucy, do you have any questions?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 18:20:15</strong>
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				He commented on how nice she looked and that was it. Well well...apparently he did have a change of heart. Oh well, it was worth a shot. She followed him up to the altar and as he spoke of the presence of god and "bathing" in the spirit. Had he truly lost his mind? Did he really think that something like this would work? The look on his face however was something to see. It was hope. It made her tilt her head for a moment and her dark eyes washed over his face. Hope...interesting.<br><br><br>"Father..." She paused a moment after he asked her if she had any questions. "...Mmmm my goodness it is hot in here." She pulled at the neck of dress softly, but did not move to show any more skin. He held this altar sacred, these lights and these windows. It was something she would have 'cure' him of. So, she walked up to the altar and allowed her index finger to travel over the hard surface gently. Her eyes moved to his and with a quick jump she sat herself upon the altar. She crossed her legs and leaned forward so that her hands wrapped around the front portion of the altar itself.<br><br><br>"I can certainly respect how much peace this place brings you. However, it is simply a building. I feel no spirit here. I feel no... forgiveness nor a light at the end of the tunnel." Her tongue slid over her lips then and she tilted her head gently to the left. "To be fair, I do not think you feel these things either. I think that you pretend that you feel this spirit so that looking back at your choice to become a priest does not seem like such a bad decision." What she said was brutal, she did not stop there. "I mean the last time we spoke, think of what happened. Can you tell me that you would not like that to happen again? You know that even among your brothers you are freak. That no matter how hard you try you simply cannot move past the temptation to...fuck." The last word was said with a curl her lips that would make even a...well...a priest blush. <br><br><br>She bit into her bottom lip then and locked her eyes upon his. "Father, who are you trying to kid? Me? God? Yourself perhaps? This is not the life for you. You need to thrive in kink, and wrestle in debauchery. I look at you and I see someone like me just waiting to get out." She would stop there for now as she had said more than enough. She hoped that it struck a nerve, that it would get under his skin and make him see the ugly truth, not only about her but about himself as well.<br><br><br>"I think, Father, that I should be asking you if you have any questions for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 13:50:33</strong>
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				He had pretended to not care when Lucy so rudely sat on the the altar. He listened to her argument and simmered with each and every point, polishing his chalice slowly at first and roughly as she continued. His neck and face slowly became flushed as her words cut deeply into his core. His very foundation, the very core beliefs that he so painfully tried to live by - and that shaped his life were suddenly shaken and yanked out from under him. <br><br>Putting the chalice back down, he stared into the distance as if lost. Time passed and he began to talk to himself, not really caring if Lucy had overheard him or not. She already had a slight inkling of what a misfit he was, what did it matter now?&nbsp; He looked at her calmly and said with an almost condescending laugh, "Live in kink and wrestle with debauchery? And then what?"<br><br>He paused and then asked loudly, "Do you really think I want to go though the rest of my life feeling like a FREAK? Being wrong on so many levels and guilty of so many sins?&nbsp; &nbsp;Do you have any idea what its like to feel like you're covered from head to toe in filth and without any means of washing it off?"<br><br>"You just parade around here like this is a big joke? You come here dressed like a slut, trying to fuck with my mind! Why? So you can see me slip up and sin? Is that what this is about? A game of 'knock the priest off the pulpit'? Is this what you do with your life? You just wallow in sin? Don't you care about what people think and say about you?"<br><br>Feeling pale, he paused and laid his hands on the altar to stop them from trembling, then looked away as her words slowly continued to erode and destroy what was left of his virtue. He asked, "Is that what this is about?", then paused and asked thoughtfully, "This is all a big fucking game, isn't it.... We set up a set of rules and standards that are impossible to live by, and then convince everyone that they are scum if they break them, then shame them into depending on mother church for forgiveness."<br><br>Minutes passed as he stood silently in thought. He took a host out of the golden chalice and held it in his hand as he said, "And somehow I've become another cog in this horrible mindfuck machine. I honestly don't know what to think at this point. Here I practically threw my life away to do what I thought was right and to get away from being a sinner, and now I'm part of that machine that turns people into mindless sheep and lives off their wool. "<br><br>He looked at Lucy as if about to ask a question, but just stood and watched her silently as he dug his thumbnail into the white disc in his hand, crushing it with the growing force of his grip. His mind still shifting and adjusting to this new truth and its consequences.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 17:01:50</strong>
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				His words angered her and she gripped at the front of the altar a littler harder. Once he finished his little rant she slid down off the altar and spun to face him. "You judge me as if you know me. I find that cute. I know exactly what it is like to be covered in filth and not know how nor have the means to wash myself clean." She paused there and turned her body so that she stared out over the pews. She raised her voice then and shouted so that her words echoed off of the walls around the large sanctuary.<br><br><br>"No. I do not care what others think of me or my sin. It is mine and mine alone. And yes...Father, this was a bit of a game for me to be quite honest." She turned then and laid her fiery eyes upon his face. "You stand in your pulpit and you preach lies. You speak words that you do not believe in and you expect those around you to simply follow with blind faith. Do you not see the error in that? That you, as a man, crave all of those things that you damn your followers for thinking of or acting upon. And you...YOU are the only one that has the power and the "wisdom" to forgive them their sins. It is madness and you are mad for it." Lucy was not done yet though, oh no...she was just getting started.<br><br><br>"I...am not one of those damned sheep. I have my own mind and I fully accept what I am. Does that scare you, Father?" She walked closer to him now and her tone quieted the closer she stepped. "Or...do you find it freeing? Do you want to be like me, free of this mindfuck machine that you have so blindly given yourself over to?" She smiled as she took the last step that closed the distance between them. Her chest was rising and falling quickly and her eyes flicked over his face. She whispered...<br><br><br>"Yes, you were a game and it is a big joke. Look around you!" She smiled then and it was a sad smile to see. It curved her lips but went no further then that. "Look at the pompous people you surround yourself with. Look at the gold and the marble. Look at the money that has been poured into your "religion". Honestly, you preach of helping the poor and feeding the hungry, and so long as other people's money is funding that, all is well. It is a joke and people like me...we sit back and we laugh because you do not see. Perhaps the right thing was not the right thing at all. Perhaps you are destined for better things, more freeing things than what you have here." She let out a deep breath now and looked at him.<br><br><br>"Perhaps it was a mistake for me to come here. Perhaps I should seek "help" elsewhere. Forgive me for making you question, but maybe it was best that someone did." With that she turned to leave. Would he stop her? Would he allow her to simply walk out the door? The choice was in his hands now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 05:41:26</strong>
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				As she stormed towards the door, his hand slowly released and then the small crushed wafer fell to the floor. From his gut came a somber, “No!” that rose and spilled from his lips He ran with his arms and legs in motion, pulling his ceremonial gown over his head and tossing into a pew. With one hand reaching forward, his fingertip lead the way and landed on her shoulder. <br><br>He grabbed Lucy firmly as she turned, and shook her as he shouted, “Lucy, fuck this goddamn religion,&nbsp; to hell with this confession nonsense and these stupid robes that make me look like a goddamn pussy!”<br><br>His heart was pounding, not from the brief run but more from the realization that once she left, she might not come back, likewise he might never find someone quite like her again.. Although he hadn't yet completely digested his new truths, something inside knew in a flash that he'd better stop her and quick.<br><br>He shook her again and yelled, “I want you Lucy, I need you! And if it means turning my back on god then I will. Fuck god! Fuck this confession crap, Fuck this whole goddamn place!”<br><br>Searching her face in hope of seeing something, anything that might ease his soul, he stared but saw nothing at all. He forcefully pulled her close and locked his lips against hers. His hands screamed of want and possession, his tongue was quick find hers and wrestle it into submission. <br><br>So consumed with passion and so focused on her, his feet continued to walk until her back met the wall. Feeling that they could go no futher, he ran his palms and fingers along her back – kneading, squeezing, massaging as he let out a loud groan unfit for a priest of any religion, and steeped with hunger and desire.<br><br>He sucked on the edge of her upper lip, holding it fast between his teeth and tugging it lightly, then&nbsp; growled into her mouth, "Goddammit I wanna fuck you so badly, Lucy. Right here, right now!” As he spoke he began to pull at her dress – fingers running wildly as they searched for a way to get it off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 17:30:54</strong>
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				He shouted and she moved a bit faster wanting to find her coat and simply leave this place as though she had never come here to begin with. She heard his footsteps running down the aisle and then the contact on her shoulder. He spoke and he held her and for a brief moment she smiled because she had never seen so much conviction on his face before. She was proud and she opened her mouth to say so and that is when his lips smashed into her own.<br><br><br>This is what she wanted, right? This is what the game had been leading up to. She had wanted his hands all over her. She wanted him to fall before her, fall from his pulpit to his knees and take her as the whore she was. However, now...something felt wrong. He yanked and pulled at her dress and that is when she forced him off with the palms of her hands against his chest.<br><br><br>"How dare you simply take?" She brushed off her dress carefully looking down slowly before her gaze met his eyes again. "You are broken now, and the game is over. What makes you think you can simply take me here and now. What if this is all I wanted? To see you broken and sad with all of your morals and your values in question." Her eyes were molten with fire now. Not anger, but perhaps disdain. She looked around for her coat again and spotted it just a few pews up. However, she turned back to look at him one more time before she would make her way home.<br><br><br>"You were fun Father Angelo, but really if you thought you were actually going to get your cock into my tight little cunt, you were sorely mistaken. Foolish priest." With that she turned again...this time determined to leave, I mean really, what could he do to stop her? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 19:05:39</strong>
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				The sting of rejection set in as swiftly as she doled it out. “What!?” he shouted in his mind as he looked at her with complete disbelief. He paced after he shouting, <br><br>“You led me this far just to dump me on my ass?”<br><br>He shook inside with frustration like he had never felt before. He had abandoned his faith and now felt like he had nowhere left to go;&nbsp; The realization of this new level of brokenness instantly raged and smoldered inside. He shouted, <br><br>“All this for nothing? I'll show you a foolish priest you little slut!”<br><br>Eyes and nostrils flared, he launched his left hand with fingers bent and spread, and grabbed a fist full of her inky, black hair. He wrapped it firmly around his fist and yanked her back -&nbsp; knuckles pressed painfully against her scalp. Burning with lust and rage, he turned her around and walked up on the center aisle to the alter at an uncomfortable, adrenaline-fed fast pace. He screamed at the top of his lungs, <br><br>“The hell with this religious shit! I'm don't give a FUCK any more! For now on, 'do as thou wilt' shall be the whole of the law!”<br><br>Standing now at the altar, he took the chalice of wine and threw it at the crucifix that hung above the altar – leaving himself and Lucy wet and stained. He took the chalice of hosts, raised it and smashed it against the altar – sending a flurry of bland discs everywhere before flinging the ruined gold cup over his shoulder and into the pews. <br><br>With Lucy's neck crooked, and head still attached to his fist, he fell to his right knee with his left knee jutting out like a bench. With a harsh pull he forced her over it and angrily lifted her dress up over her ass and onto her back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 17:53:52</strong>
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				For the first time, a shiver of fear ran up Lucy's spine. She made for the door, coat over her arm, but he had her. His hand tightened in her hair and he dragged her back toward the front of the church. His hand was so rough that it jerked her head back fully. She tried to keep up with his pace, but his anger made it difficult.<br><br><br>"Pl...please....stop." She spoke, voice wavering softly. This was not what she wanted. This was not how it was supposed to be.&nbsp; A trickle of cold sweat slid down her back between her shoulder blades. The chalice was thrown and the wine stained her dress and wet her hair, the next chalice broken against the altar and the pieces of the communion wafers showered their bodies as well. She should try and reason with him, ask him what his god would think of these actions, but he seemed well beyond that point now. What would he do with her? Certainly someone would hear her if she screamed. She drew in a breath to do just that, and it was then he quite literally threw her over his knee. Father Angelo had strength in his arms that she was not aware of until that moment.<br><br><br>When her body folded over his knee, it knocked the breath from her. She gasped and fought to get away, wiggling to escape his grasp. His hand moved to the skirt of her dress and it was yanked up. She made a desperate sound and doubled her efforts to get away. She yanked, trying to get his hand to give on her hair, but there was only pain to be had. She scratched at his leg and finally found the breath to scream. It was loud and it bounced off the walls in the large sanctuary. The red, lace boy shorts she wore beneath the dress, belied the innocent intentions that one would assume of that dress. Another scream and she struggled to get away, her breath heaving her chest sharply.<br><br><br>"Father....Father please...Please stop." No tears were falling, not yet anyway, but her voice was frenzied and the attack on his leg started over anew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 13:18:59</strong>
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				Although her felt her nails digging into his leg, the rush of anger that coursed though his veins was unstoppable. As he threw her skirt over the back of her ass and saw the way the contour of her ass pressed though her boyshorts, a spark that she had lit days ago, suddenly came back. He quickly dug his fingers between the back of her panties and his skin, made a fist and yanked them down just below the curve of her cheeks. <br><br>Completely unaware of the lustful arousal that was raging within him, he shot his hand up in the air and swung it down, slapping her ass hard and fast. Her cheeks compressed as his hand met her flesh and the sound that it made caused something inside him to jump. He watched as they shook when he removed his hand - so shocked at what he had done, they almost seemed to shake in slow motion. He slapped her ass again and watched as he her right cheek began to turn pink. The distraction quickly faded and was replaced with a furious row of evenly timed slaps that fell in between each syllable as he shouted, <br><br>"You .. god... damn... slut...&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll... show... you... who's... gonna... fuck... who... now!"<br>&nbsp;<br>As he slapped her ass on both sides and shouted, a middle-aged couple looked over from the far side of the cathedral as their tapers in their hands burned and dripped on the floor near the votive candles that were lined against the wall. Obscured by a shadow, they stood still and stared, barely able to process what they saw and heard. Holding each others hands, they whispered back and forth. <br><br><em>Bill, Isn't that the young priest? The new one form out of town?<br><br>Holy shit, he's lost a screw, I better go stop him!<br><br>Relax, he won't hurt her, he's a priest, she's ok... I think?<br><br>I don't know about this... <br><br>Just wait a minute... don't interfere.. at least not yet.<br><br>Thats no way to treat a woman if you ask me...<br><br>Its too bad you don't spank me like that Bill....&nbsp; It&nbsp; kinda looks like fun... just not so hard.</em><br><br>The pressure that was building in father Angelo's pants was starting to steal his attention. He could feel his dick swelling; it was hard as a rock and the palm of his hand was starting to sting. As he continued to slap and hold her hair in his fist, the thought of shoving his cock up inside her grew and dominated his thoughts. The temptation began to tug at his soul; a hunger for her pussy was forming and growing with each stroke. He shouted between each slap, <br><br>"I'll... stop... but... I'm... take... ing... your.. cunt!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 21:12:27</strong>
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				With her ass completely exposed now that he had jerked down her panties, the first trace of blush slid over her cheeks. It was not that she was embarrassed about having herself exposed like that, but it was more the fact that this was not how this was supposed to happen. The first slap stung the cheek of her ass harshly. The flesh jiggled and the sting of that slap warmed her entire lower half. Usually, attention like this would have her dripping in no time, but the fear of the moment and the very fear of what he <span class="bbc_u">may</span> do in his anger was heavy on her mind. She shuddered in his hands. Then the next spanks assaulted her...<br><br><br>She found herself wiggling in the strength of his hands, trying so very hard to get away, to worm her way off the front of his knee. The flesh of her ass was hot and stinging terribly now. Each slap hurting more than the last. Still no tears, but she found herself fighting the hands less and less. Not resigning herself, oh no, not by a long shot. However, perhaps if she made him think she had, he would relinquish his tight hold on her hair.<br><br><br>Then he promised to stop, well he said he would, but there was a condition to his statement. No, this would not do...this was not how she wanted him. To just be taken like this against her will. Tears finally welled in her eyes and ran out of the corners smearing her eyeliner. "No, Father....Father please." Then an idea...perhaps she could gain back control.<br><br><br>"Father...I...I see now what I have done." She craned her neck slightly so that she could see his enraged face. "I'm sorry, and I would be..." She put the purr back into her words, those sweetly delicious tones that she knew he loved so very much. "...more than happy to -show- you how very sorry I am, Father." Her hand, the one that had clawed previously ran up the back of his thigh before slipping over the crotch of his pants, straining over his balls. "Will you let me show you...Father?" Had it worked? Would be believe her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 11:09:30</strong>
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				With the sensation of her hands groping and caressing his balls, Father Angelo slowed as he became more interested in fucking her brains out than punishing her. He placed his hand over hers and moved her hand over his swollen cock - rubbing himself with her hand as he closed his eyes and thought about how it would feel to rub himself with her hand, skin on skin. <br><br>He grabbed his belt buckle - leaving her hands on his shaft, and yanked it open, then fumbled as he unfastened his pants while still holding her hair in his hand. Seeing that he had to get up to get them off, he eased his knee out from under her pelvis and stood with his back arched over as he quickly yanked his pants off with his right hand .<br><br>As they fell to the floor he stood there crouched over her with a raging boner that just wanted to get up inside her. "Lucy," he shouted as he stepped on the edges of his shoes and pried them off his feet, "You've had this coming since day one!"&nbsp; He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips as he crouched behind her. Hooking one forearm&nbsp; around her pelvis, he forcefully yanked her soft, rounded ass to his hips.<br><br>Feeling her cheeks press against his skin, he grabbed his dick with his right hand and forcefully searched for her cunt - dragging his weeping, glistening head up and down her slit and over her lips as his heart pounded in his chest. Finding her hole was hard enough for him and her attempts to wriggle free and get away only frustrated him that much more. <br><br>Finally, he felt her flesh give a little. His eyes widened as he stuffed his head up inside her cunt. With a loud, "Oh!", he tightly grabbed the sides of her pelvis with both hands and began to inch his horny dick in - driving it deeper with each clumsy, inexperienced shove. <br><br>The couple in the shadows stood and watched, still undecided on what to do. The woman was holding the man back, pleading with him not to interfere. He wrapped his fist against the back of one of the pews as he watched angrily - restrained only by his wife's words. She whispered and pleaded with him, "He's a priest honey, don't get involved with this. Come on, lets just get out of here and forget about this."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 23:14:49</strong>
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				Lucy watched him, over her shoulder. The fear welled in her chest like the tears in her eyes. He was...broken now. There was nothing more that she could do. His hand moved hers up to the shaft of his cock and despite the fear or perhaps even because of it she felt the first twinge of arousal inside the tight walls of her cunt. He moved for his belt and it was quickly undone and then suddenly she was placed back on the floor on her hands and knees, hair finally freed from his fist.<br><br><br>He moved behind her and his arm wrapped tightly around her lower torso. He pulled at her body, thrusting it into position. She turned her head as much as she could to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyeliner and mascara now running down her cheeks as the tears came. She felt the head of his cock at her entrance and she sucked in a deep breath. Was she wet enough? How much would it hurt? The fear of the moment quickly came to a head when he found his purchase and forced inside her. It was clumsy and he was obviously inexperienced as he see-sawed his cock in an out quickly. Even though she was wet enough she could not stop the scream that left her lips as he pushed inside. She screamed again, and there were words mumbled begging him to stop. She said please and she cried and she screamed, but it would seem that he was well past the point of even hearing what she was saying.<br><br><br>Her body bucked forward with each thrust. Lucy was trapped in his hands even as she tried to wriggle herself away from them. She tried closing her legs. She tried bucking her hips forward when he pulled back. She was not about to give up without a fight and certainly he could not go on forever, as inexperienced as he was, this would probably end quickly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TaintedAndDelish</strong> on <strong>21-08-2011, 02:36:30</strong>
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				<strong>"Holy shit, this isn't like jerking off!?" </strong><br><br>Those words shot though his head as his lust began to grow and his anger subsided slightly. Despite her bucking he managed to hang on for a while, starting to get a feeling for how to time his movement, though she was really screwing him up. It was hard enough for him to fuck being that it was his first time and she was only making things harder with her deliberately ill-timed motions.<br><br>Father Angelo held onto Lucy's hips the best he could as his pace began to become somewhat regular. He figured out how to yank on her hips with each stroke - letting his pelvis smack into her soft, round cheeks that shook and bounced with each hit. He could feel his anger slowly fading, and his lust for her growing stroke by stroke. <br><br>He groaned in syllables and between strokes he tried to speak, "I've ... wanted... to fuck .. you&nbsp; from ... day one.." He gasped and began to twist his hips slightly as he continued to stuff her cunt and yell angrily, "You don't ... know .. what you've... done to .. me!" He realized that talking and fucking at the same time didn't feel right, it was weird, so he resigned himself to gasps, curses and aspirated sounds that more directly expressed what he felt.<br><br>As Lucy bucked her hips forward, Father Angelo's cock slid all the way out. He thrust forward and missed -sliding up the outside of her cunt and between her lips. He realized something wasn't right after several stokes and grabbed it with his hand, attempting to shove it back in.<br><br>The couple in the shadows had moved to the main doorway. They looked back at Father Angelo and Lucy guiltily as they began to lean against the huge, wooden doors - cracking them open with a slow creak. They debated over whether or not to leave - one not wanting to be involved, the other feeling a need to help. <br><br><em>I still say we should have done something!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Shhh you.. let someone else report him, he's a priest - just let it be.<br><br>But its still not right<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Please! I really don't want to be involved. Someone else can report it.<br><br>Someone else? Nobody else is here!?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Will you stop it!? I don't want us to be known as the couple would turned him in. <br></em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Soiled and Tainted: The Fall of Father Angelo (TaintedAndDelish, Calie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calie</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 15:51:48</strong>
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				His words filled her with fear. Perhaps not the fear of god, but it was fear none the less. He yelled and he bucked his hips. His cock jabbing at her insides sharply. He found a rhythm, an odd sort of rhythm, and she was certainly not making it easy for him. Her hips bucked forward and he slid out. She felt the meaty shaft between her cunt lips. It was hard and slick with her juices. The heat was something that made her tingle.<br><br><br>Could she truly be... enjoying this? No surely not. This was rape. He had taken her when she begged him to stop, and yet she could not deny the wetness between her legs. The sticky feeling on her inner thighs. She was wet for him. Very wet.<br><br><br>There was still fear, but as he pulled the head of his cock back up between her throbbing lips, she looked back over her shoulder. She used -that- tone now. She had to gain some control back or this would all be for naught. "Father..." She spoke; her voice dripping with sensuality and slightly husky because of the screams. "Father, wouldn't you like to watch my face while you fuck me?" Her eyes were alight with lust and also brimming with unshed tears. "Wouldn't you like to... see the pain and the pleasure on my face." She licked her plump lips slowly, the tip of her tongue teasing her glossy mouth. She needed control back, and there had to be a way to get through to him. He had fallen to her wiles before. Her eyes locked onto his and she put every ounce of lust and need she could find into that look. <em>Please please please...</em> she begged any god that would listen silently. <em>Please let him hear me...</em>
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