The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)
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				Title: <strong>The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 19:12:33</strong>
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				A strange trepidation washes over the young man as he turns the corner, his car crossing from the main street onto a lesser trafficed business drive. He has made the drive a hundred times into this neighborhood, but it should not seem so strange to him he would be nervous this time. Before he was a gawker, a spectator at the game of commercial lust. He would travel these roads watching the women ply their trade, and the men driving along pretending they were lost, or taking a shortcut, and then stopping under the pretense of asking for directions. The women could be bold, they could be timid about approaching a car, but always the lure of money drew them into the light for his lurid appraisal. There were other parts of town where one could pick up a girl, perhaps one more comely. There were services, and brothels. But all of those options were too exposed. Too dangerous. He was nervous today because for the first time he was not here to watch. Father Nichols in his beat up green Taurus was here to solicit. With a wad of bills in his pocket next to a condom, he was here to indulge again. But he needed the right girl. He needed a young one... one close to her. As much as was possible. He has come at an hour perhaps too close to morning, however. The street is almost deserted. Most of the girls have made their money and gone home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 20:24:07</strong>
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				Her name was unimportant too many men, never asked for, never needed nor was it ever offered to any customer who did ask; peculiar it was, she thought, that a John would ask for it. <em>Not like they cared.</em> It simply wasn't necessary. All that mattered was the pleasure she gave the John, and the money she received for it. Once or twice, maybe even more, mistakes were made and she endured a beating: bruises frequently marked her arms, her legs, sometimes her face, and a few thin scars wore on her flesh. Never had it been too severe, and not enough to scare her from the employment, from the work that was abundant if one dared to be bold, and that she was: brazen, and a delightful young piece of flesh that had not even seen twenty years.<br><br>Normally, Kate would have been in bed, asleep and dreaming given the lateness of the hours, or rather the earliness of them depending on one's perspective, but a handbag was slung over her shoulder, and she walked along the pavement that she worked only a few hours prior. The 24 hour convenient store was only a few blocks away, and there a pack of cigarettes she would buy; her last guy had wanted to talk during their tryst in his car, and he kept murmuring words in her ear that the red head, more of a strawberry blonde, longed to forget. It was something about choking her, strangling her, to get his cock properly hard and ready for the fuck.<br><br>Kate sensed the car nearby, heard the distinctive sound of the engine, and still garnished in the black micro mini skirt that showed too much leg, and a little top that allowed her bellybutton ring to be seen, the flat of her tummy, her pace in the heeled shoes slowed, naturally. She turned to look at the car, one that she had seen before but the driver always seemed too distant, or occupied in thought or even shy. <br><br><em>One more John to forget about the previous ass</em>.<br><br>Without too much caution, Kate turned, and stepped off of the pavement to walk towards the car that was slowly rolling on the asphalt. Traffic was nearly non-existent save for the few police cars that trafficked the area for one reason or another, yet no cops did Kate see in her view.&nbsp; Her hand gently rapped on the window of the passenger side, her strides longer then normal, glimpses of thigh shown. <br><br>“Buy a girl a coffee?” She asked, and feathered the weight of her long hair over her shoulder as she peered into the car at the driver.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 09:25:04</strong>
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				It had to be the slowest the old Taurus had ever driven down that stretch of road, when she came walking up. He had seen her walking along the side of the road in the shadows of the nearby buildings, and for a moment he had considered speeding up. The presence of so many cop cars in the area had him spooked. He had seen them on his previous forays, but the cops can't stop someone just for playing tourist, for watching the lurid exchange from the safety of his car at a reasonable speed.<br><br>He forgets to stop when he first sees her, but keeps creeping along. All he could see was the scandalously short skirt which showed just a hint of the curves below. and her hair. The girl's manner of dress was different, but in that light she looked almost as he remembered his first indiscretion. She looked quite similar, at least from behind, to his damnation. <br><br>Her turning to step out to his car and rap on the window startles him. He brakes a little too hard, rocking the car ever so slightly forward, and stops a moment after she asks the question. This is the breaking point. This is the last moment he can take to buy an out.<br><br>But he's not going to. She doesn't look the same, but the temptation is too much. The thought of how sinful this was only made it better. Without a thought he leans across the passenger seat to unlock the side door. He doesn't even to think to look for the cops, he just gestures for her to get inside, and when she does he pauses a moment, suddenly unsure of what he should be doing.<br><br>`Do I just drive? Is there somewhere we should go?`
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 16:20:51</strong>
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				Green eyes, a vibrant rich hue, eyes smeared with too much dark kohl lining looked at the man behind the wheel as she settled into the passenger seat, and closed the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked normal, whatever normal was any more; not unclean or stinking of Axe body spray that lead men to believe a harem of women would flock to them nor was the man ruggedly build: a gentler nature he seemed to possess. Despite his anxiousness or nervousness, that being justified in Kate's mind because it could be the man's first time or that shame was linked to the exercise of securing a whore for a fuck or blow job, she was at ease with him unlike the last John.<br><br><em>Learn to trust instincts.</em><br><br>“I can't really do anything with you or to you while you are driving, but it is best that you drive out of this area. Cops patrol it regularly, and I don't want to get my ass hauled in to the local station again.” Kate said, and looked out the window for a moment and then to him. “We can find a secluded area. An underground parking lot, or a parking lot in the industrial area, or if you want to splurge, a cheap motel that rents by the hour. There's plenty of those, but it's your dollar, and your comfort.” Kate assured him, and as she spoke this time, she looked at him, studying him. <br><br>He wore no wedding ring, but that wasn't unusual, not in the sex trade. There wasn't a line around that specific finger, however, to have indicated there was a ring present at one time. There was no tan line, and no mark, no indentation. His clothes, too, were nice, were pressed, and of dark material. In the dimness of the light, Kate could not tell if they were of navy, green, brown or black. <br><br>“What would you like with me?” Kate asked, and opened her purse to root through it hoping that she still had rubbers left. <em>Two.</em> She always carried them, sometimes purchasing them, sometimes walking into a health clinic and getting free ones, and then there was the occasional time where she lifted them from a store shelf. “Blow job? A fuck? Conversation?”<br><br>Last week, for the first time, Kate had a man buy time for conversation. They had sat in a coffee shop, and while he spoke of a crumbling marriage, and dying parents, Kate ate a sandwich and drank a cup of tea. Later, however, the man had wanted to nestle against her youthful breasts that were nicely rounded, full and perky, and he suckled at them for comfort.<br><br>Those green eyes stared at the man behind the wheel of the car, and Kate pondered what he might request. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 04:32:30</strong>
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				Eyes on the road rather than looking at her, he pulls from the curb and starts off to exactly match the speed limit. It isn't until he reaches the stop sign at the end of the street that he looks to her, and takes in her instructions. He finds himself looking into her eyes for a long moment, studying the emerald encased in too much makeup before he spots a cop car out of the corner of his eye. Eyes back to the road, he signals and makes a turn away from the nearest stretch of cheap motels. He knew where they all were, but he knew someone would have to take his money, and that was too many people in on his dirty little secret.<br><br>`I think I know a spot we can go.`<br><br>There's a half choked tone to his voice, like he's feeling sick. Probably because he is feeling a bit sick. He heads down the block, circling in behind a closed down gas station and onto a quiet industrial road, trying to banish the worry from his mind. He had seen a guy pick up a girl on foot on one of his drives through here, and they had disappeared into a little spot where he might be able to park without drawing attention.<br><br>`I... uh.` He looks to the side, seeing her look through her purse. `Well, I don't know... how much is it?` He doesn't specify what, or even mind how much. He's stalling to work the self-loathing from his mind, still trying to buy himself some confidence here. He's got plenty of money, he just wants a moment to consider how to ask this young girl to suck him off.<br><br>He'd been so confident once, so bold. And now, as he neared that little spot, he was nothing but nerves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:36:31</strong>
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				Those green eyes stared at the man behind the wheel, looked at how his hands held it, gripped it, and took in the odd little gestures of his hands, his body language, and his tone of voice that denoted his nervousness.&nbsp; Those same green eyes peered out the window, detected buildings that she was familiar with, sought out her bearings just in case...<br><br><em>One never knew when one had to run, flee, or simply walk back to their claimed corner. Much could wrong, whenever.</em><br><br>If she had worked at an escort service, she imagined that she would make hundreds an hour. It would be safer, the work, and more luxurious. It was something that she kept forgetting though, and Billy, her pimp, he took care of her for a percentage. Twenty-five to be exact. Occasionally, he knocked her around, but occasionally, he hunted down the clients who threatened her like tonight; she had sniffled in his arms about her fears, and it made the dark cosmetics around her eyes smudge, smear. Billy was out there, somewhere, looking for the man who longed to strangle her.<br><br>“It depends on what you want. A hand job will be twenty. A blow job, sixty. Sex, a hundred.” Kate said, not offering anything more for she was uncertain if he wanted any more choices. “And I use a rubber for the latter two.” She didn't like sucking off on a rubber, the taste of latex coating her mouth was vile, but she didn't want to risk her health, and the health of hundreds she'd be in contact with, and whomever they'd be with; a chain of people. Safer was better. “For obvious reasons.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 05:47:00</strong>
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				The street they are slowly driving down isn't too far from where he had picked her up. It is close, really, but he had followed a couple on foot there. The good thing was that if he parked on the street there seemed like there was a little dead end alley between the walls of two industrial complexes with some light in it, but also with enough plants to conceal them from anyone who might walk or drive by.<br><br>He stops at the curb, and considers the options. He had never had to use a condom before, not with her, but it only made sense now. She wasn't some parishioner innocently thinking she could fuck her way to God's good graces. This was a professional, no matter how innocent she might look if she was dressed in other clothes.<br><br>`I... think a blowjob would be good. Can we step out of the car? There's a spot just in there, and it seems like it won't be so awkward.`
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 03:54:00</strong>
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				Kate felt the car slowly pull to a stop by the curb, the motion shifting until it existed no more, dying with engine fading. At first, her eyes focused ahead, peering out the wind shield of the car at nothing in particular; her nerves skittish from earlier, but she managed to smile at the john. “Sure, we can step out of the car.” She turned to open the door, her fingers searching absently for the chrome or plastic handle, blindly in the dullness of the light. Out of embarrassment, her smile naturally broadened, gave her a more youthful and charming appearance that suited her age, a look of innocence to a degree. With the car door opened, her heeled feet met the oil splotched asphalt, and with some grace, Kate elevated her body free of the seat only to close the door with a solid thud that seemed to echo in the emptiness of the area. A hand smoothed over the seat of her skirt, felt the absence of her panty, and the lines of the garter belt that held silky black stockings neatly in place, those thin little nylons that slid over long shapely legs.<br><br>That same hand soon stretched out for his to offer the man a little more affection to him, to possibly slightly bond, to hopefully get a bigger tip other than advice, a sliver more of pay. Normally, Kate was more charming, more fawning, more flirtatious, but she could still feel hands wrapped around her neck, still feel the bruising and soreness along her throat...and her john seemed to be a quiet fellow, and so she followed suit.&nbsp; “I promise that it won't be too awkward, and that I can make you forget your sorrows and troubles at least for the moment, for tonight” She said, her lips drawing into a mischievous smile. “And maybe long for more.” Kate looked at him, trying to steal a glimpse of direct eye contact. “I think you're a man who would like more, eventually, given time.” An eyebrow arched as she pondered if she was correct.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 02:41:31</strong>
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				The dim moonlight, and the orange lights spilling over from the industrial parks add a certain romantic allure to the moment, and when he gets out of the car Father Nichols, after carefully making sure to lock the door, takes a long moment to look over the young woman. He hadn't been able to before, given the nature of the pick up and the fact he had been driving, but under this light, and given the sordid transaction they were undertaking, he found himself electrified by the sight of her.<br><br>When he crosses to the other side of the car, he finds her offering a hand and he finds himself eager to accept the affection. While this wasn't entirely about being close to someone, the little touch struck him as somehow innocent, and it made the affair seem just as he needed it, somehow dirtier for that innocence. As they cross into that little alcove, he brushes aside some of the plants with his free hand, making a tunnel for her to lead through. He had never been to this spot before, but he finds they are now in an opening with plenty of room and a little light still spilling in.<br><br>Her assessment of him is quite true. He wants more, and outside of the car now he feels it might just be he can have it here. In the car it wouldn't have felt right at all. But here...<br><br>`Time will tell... I... I'm still not quite sure how this works.` He reaches into his back pocket for his wallet, careful to shade his I.D. from view. `Do I pay first?` His body is aching for contact now, but he doesn't want to mess up on protocol and have to drive again to find another girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 05:03:06</strong>
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				It was with a small grain of surprise that made Kate smile when the john took her hand, his hand noticeably larger than hers, and warm it was, smooth. He was a man unused to physical labour for his fingers were not calloused or his palm, and she dared deemed him as a gentleman for he made no unwanted advances, didn't take a hold of her roughly, made no lewd comments, and sweetly, he bent the branches out of her way to forge a path, and guided her. An opening she found herself in, with the john, but secluded it was, dimly lit. <br><br>“I would prefer to be paid first,” Kate suggested as she recalled the few incidents where she did a trick, was promised the money afterwards, and no money was to be had. Sore realizations of the trade, and cautious she was since those times. <br><br>As the man unfolded his wallet, Kate paid little attention to him. Instead, she shrugged off her little cloth coat and welcomed the early morning air against her flimsy shirt that was a little too low cut, her young ripe rounded bosom stealing glimpses of the world. The coat was dropped onto the purse, and without the few bills in her hand, Kate drew closer to the stranger.<br><br>Her lips that were glossed in a near neutral colour brushed against his cheek, and trailed little kisses to his earlobe. Always did she give little hints of affection, little touches and kisses to have arousal flourish within the man, to heat his blood and to make his cock alert and ready. Her tongue tasted his flesh, the perfume of soap and aftershave, and while she teased his ear, fingers drifted over his belly to offer him a gentle stroke. The fingers, of course, had a decided path towards the money, and afterwards, another distinct trail that would further please him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 00:21:31</strong>
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				In his heart and mind Father Nichols hadn't expected it to be quite like this. This was business, after all, even if the business was sex. He had expected it to mechanical, maybe even unsatisfying. He had almost hoped it would be, so that he could get it out of his system and be done with this sin. But there are those little hints of affection, the brush of her lips to his cheek, the little details of touch and intonation. It was almost as if he wasn't unfolding his wallet to find money at all. But money he has, a good deal of it. As a priest he doesn't make much, but what he does make he rarely has to spend as he has a loyal flock of parishioners who support him. And truth be told he had expected more of a cost. He had escort service money in his wallet for a street pickup. Again, his rookie nature is showing.<br><br>Peeling three bills from the stack, he offers them over with a suddenly shaky hand. He was quite obviously aroused now, his erection pressing at the fabric of his dark pants. He hadn't been able to be so wantonly aroused in the presence of a young lady in so long it had him shivering slightly, as if cold. The stroke along his stomach before her hand reaches for the money has his eyes half closed, and he whispers a silent prayer both of thanks and forgiveness.<br><br>`That should be enough for now.` His words are breathy, the anticipation robbing him of the ability to speak beyond a whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 17:43:58</strong>
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				“Thank you.” Kate plainly said as the bills were exchanged, and at quick glance Kate looked at the twenties. Folded they would become as she tucked them into her purse. Loose they would remain amongst her belongings of lipstick, cigarettes, condoms, a key chain and more clutter. The purse she would set aside on the ground near her feet, and she smiled as he trembled either from nervousness or desperate want of release.<br><br>“I see you aren't a shy one,” she playfully commented as she caught glance of the dark pants, the tenting and straining of the material. Fingers sought to relieve the belt buckle of its grasp, sought to loosen the buttons of the pants, and slowly she unzipped the trousers. The slight grating noise was distinctively heard for all the while Kate sought to free the john, her eyes held his gaze. It lasted for maybe less than a minute before she found herself stroking his sturdy erection through the cotton underwear. “Why don't you lower them for me?” She asked knowing that it gave offered control of the situation to the john, but too, a comfort level. Some johns simply unbuttoned their boxers while others preferred to be more bare. Whatever his choice was, Kate knelt upon the ground before him, her eyes cast upward to peer into his face before they focused before her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>07-09-2009, 22:42:31</strong>
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				He laughs softly in the pale light from the industrial complexes on either side of the little alcove. Shy? He couldn't be shy in his public life, but his private life was reserved save for one soul who had seen and shared his darkest secrets. To be here was an act of God it had taken so much willpower. And yet what he was doing was so wrong it was even more electric. The enthralling combination of innocent appearance and carnal nature did nothing to hurt that energy either.<br><br>When she asks him to lower his boxers a moment of odd self consciousness comes over him. The last time he had exposed himself to a girl he had been empowered, he held no fear save for that of the wrath of mortal law and the damnation which would come of the act. Now he suddenly felt this girl whose name he didn't even know might not approve of him, or might simple laugh. Irrational worry, but only momentary.<br><br>Lowering the fabric past the bulge underneath it he exposes himself slowly. He shouldn't have anything to worry about, if anything he is a shade over average, uncut as he was born of a time when circumcision was a matter of faith instead of cleanliness, and neatly groomed to match the rest of his outward fastidiousness. Standing there in the night air, exposed to her, he once more feels a measure of confidence flooding into him again, but he remains silent, eyes cast upon her, fixated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 04:41:40</strong>
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				In the short months that Kate had been in the sex industry whoring herself, plenty of cocks she had seen, and never did she comment on them. The owners of them normally did, however. It was odd, she thought, of how a man who was fairly larger, inches more than normal, had to mention his meat and stroke it with such vigour as if seeking compliments. Kate simply believed they were insecure and needed assurances. She wasn't paid for that, and she had no intention of wanting to know the minds of the men who paid her to fuck them or suck them off. Of course, there were the individuals who were lower then the average size, and those men believed they were God's gift to women in the bedroom department. One man, she swore,&nbsp; had only four inches to him, and barely could she feel him. Average, she liked, or around average, and what Kate noticed on her customer that night, this quiet gentle man, was that he was around average, slightly above, thick, uncut, and clean. There was no unpleasant scent of urine or sweat, and to offer the john a tease, Kate rubbed her cheek along his shaft, and all the while her eyes peered at the darker hairs that adorned his cock.<br><br>She nuzzled closer, the heat of his bare flesh against her own, and in not knowing what would possess her to offer him more then what he paid for, Kate opened her mouth to lick the pliable pendulous sac that neatly hung underneath. Gentle kisses were offered, warm saliva tenderly bathing his skin, and arms, hands sought around the john to stroke the back of his thighs. There was a nip at his curling hairs, the slightest of tugs, and then her delectable pink tongue washed over the full length of his cock, base to tip. As a trickle of heat flushed through her body, the closeness with the john faltered as she removed a mint flavour condom from her purse.<br><br>“I know you're clean,” Kate said tearing the little packet open, finally believing the words she said. So often, she gave the same line to the customer, and so often she believed he knew nothing of personal hygiene or good health, but this man, he was different. “But many think whores are walking disasters when it comes to stds, and so a reassurance that you won't take anything home to your wife or girlfriend.”&nbsp; She slipped the rubber onto the tip of his cock and slowly began to roll it upwards; teeth nipped down on her bottom lip as if offering full concentration to the task.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 02:25:25</strong>
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				There is an art to this young woman's seduction, an effort both conscious and unconscious that, were he more used to frequenting these streets, Father Nichols' would know goes well beyond the purchase and plow nature of most working girls. The last set of lips that had touched any part of his body, let alone a place so intimate as his cock, had been naive. There had been no touches of foreplay to the act, no kisses, no brush of flesh to flesh. He had not complained at how straightforward the act had been, but this was something entirely unexpected and it had his every sense at their peak. Even as new to the experience as he is he can sense an uncommon closeness as the girl's tongue works along the length of him, stopping to dance lightly upon it's tip. But then the seedy nature of the rendezvous seeps back into the moment as she reaches into her purse.<br><br>`I think no such thing...` The words are barely audible enough to carry to her ears, but there is conviction in them. If he wasn't worried it was a deal breaker he would protest the condom's use at all. `Oh...`<br><br>The small sound that comes from him when she places the rubber onto his cock and begins to unroll it matches the pleased sounds he had made before. This was an entirely new experience for him, to have a condom placed upon his cock, and while some might say it was a downer, the very act had a sinful appeal to him.<br><br>`That's not so bad at all...`
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 03:36:08</strong>
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				Latex condoms had a foul odour to them let alone taste, and the few flavours that Kate could stomach and endure, mint was the best. It sometimes left her tongue and mouth feeling tingling, but if truth was ever told, she would have preferred the bare flesh deep her mouth any day, or any night. She missed the true affection, a devotion of love between a single man and a woman, a boy and a girl, and only once did she experience that; high school, grade eleven. He was on the volleyball team, her boyfriend, Michael, the teenage fellow she lost her virginity to, and for a moment she wondered what ever became of him.<br><br><em>Had he his scholarship to college?</em><br><br>Kate had wanted to go to college, wanted to take nursing, and had the grades, but when her mother's boyfriend moved into the house, a foreman at a construction site...<br>Kate had never liked Jim, and when she told her mother about the lewd comments Jim made to her, and his suggestion of sex while her mother was working, her mother had believed Jim over her. Why, Kate didn't know. She never lied about it, never caused any trouble, and after the argument or rather the screaming and crying fits, Kate left. Life on the street had to be better. <br><br><em>What was it now? Close to a year since she left home?</em><br><br>A little smile stole over Kate's face, one that made her look a little more attractive, and one that stemmed from past memories of Michael and the kindness of this man. One hand soothingly cupped him, stroked his sac, felt the supple yet creased skin, the softness of it, the heat against her fingers and palm, and gently but teasingly the whore began to massage him. Only then did her dampened lips part, and welcomed his stiff cock into her mouth. The girth of him stretched her momentarily, her mouth yielding to him with ease, accepting him and deeply she buried his cock into her; the back of her throat pressed against the very tip. Lips and tongue worked against his turgid shaft, sucking and squeezing that length, cheek muscles milking him, and as moments began to pass, Kate's breathing began to change. Heavier it became; a slight mewling purr from her permeated into the quietness of early morning that surrounded the two in the private alcove.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 06:22:10</strong>
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				With the condom barely moments on Father Nichols' blood was driving through his body down the length of his spine. The anticipation of this moment had built to a head. The tense pickup on a street not far from the eyes a waking public, the dusty alcove walled in by industrial parks, the exchange of money. It had all been building to this moment, the moment when this young woman so capable of innocence was going to suck his cock.<br><br>All nerves have sapped from his body, and he is at his most calm since she has seen him.<br><br>His eyes never leave her, and the smile which steals over her features registers somewhere in his mind. It recalls that innocence he had seen before and lays it in his mind even as she begins to work a smooth hand over his sac. That was a new sensation, and so was having the length of him taken down in one motion as far as she had managed. His eyes take on a haze as her lips work his shaft, and he can feel the press of her cheeks on every inch of engulfed flesh. It is so much to take in that he finds himself enraptured. And then the softest of purring sounds washes over his ears through the sound of wet suction.<br><br>Could it be this was something more than clinical for her? Could she be enjoying herself?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 16:06:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seldom did Kate enjoy herself with a client, a customer, a john. The intimacy that sex once offered her, the tenderness and closeness, all of that was lost and forgotten with the exchange of money. It simply became work, one fuck after another, and rare was it that she remembered a face unless the john was violent, requested something peculiar or became a regular of hers. This man, however, seemed timid, a trait that was unusual, and too, he seemed gentle and tender, all traits that were rare in one individual. That in itself made Kate want to enjoy the precious few minutes she would have with him, made her wonder what fucking him might be like...<br><br><em>Would it be fucking or making love?</em><br><br>Little did it matter. She was being paid for a blow job.<br><br>Succulent painted lips parted to envelope the john's cock, and wrap it in wet warmth. Kate enraptured and teased his length, his girth, and as she did, her hands began to explore his legs. Small hands trailed over them, felt the softness of his pants, the muscle underneath, and the journey of her hands, her fingers, lead Kate to softly stroke and cup and tantalize his pendulous sac that hung between his legs at the base of his cock. Her nose felt the tickle of his pubic hairs as she generously pushed his length into her with some talent, drank his flesh into her, lapped at him, suckled, and painted her tongue against his sheath covered flesh. Base to tip, Kate worked, and while licking the bulbous head, her eyes stole a gaze upon him, seeking to know if she pleasured him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 00:48:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When she steals that look she will find his own eyes are upon her, half hooded with pleasure, yet intent. She has him as close to heaven as a jaded priest could imagine the world would hold for him. From the moment her willing wet lips part over the head of his cock the world around them melts away, and in that moment he finds peace and something more. The lust which had driven him to drive those streets for so many a night, which had guided him to her, gives way to something else, a pleasure that he hadn't found in so long. Soft words spill unbidden from his lips, words barely a whisper loud enough to reach her ears.<br><br>`You are a blessing...`<br><br>In that moment there is a pang of regret that no more would come of this night, that money had been exchanged already and would have to be again if here were to... no, fuck her wouldn't be right. He didn't simply want to fuck her.<br><br>But the sheer eroticism of the moment, for him, outweighs the regret. Gently he reaches a hand to brush an errant hair from her brow, and he nods, as if to say without saying it that he is enjoying this quite a bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 23:48:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tip of the cock further swelled within her mouth, became enlivened as her tongue and mouth worshipped the flesh, licked and lapped at it, sucked. Drew him into her, she did, fully without exception, her throat brushing against the slight looseness of the condom, and concentrate she did on offering him pleasure. As she felt the thick veins that adorned his shaft, that played against her tongue, her cheeks, as she nuzzled him deeply into her warm mouth, his curling hairs tickled at her nose, and the softest mewling sigh could be heard from Kate. It was a velvet whisper of a noise not unlike the words he spoke to her, those few simple words that were barely audible and were strangely a compliment or so she took them for; he like her, or at least what she could offer him.<br><br>Fingers idly strolled along his legs, his thighs, stroking and exploring with a curious tenderness to the touch, and then he brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, one that curled into her long lashes coated in a thick cheap mascara. Eyes peered up at him, and with a grain of tentativeness, Kate suggestively placed his hand upon her head alluding for him to pet her silken mane of long hair that was slightly matted from a fine mist of hairspray.<br><br>“You're so delicious,” The few words were murmured when Kate's mouth was less full of him, easing his turgid cock free of her for but a moment before continuing to indulge him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 08:25:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He can feel the warm, wet pulse of her throat around his length, and it has the priest's blood aflame. There was nothing expected about this, nothing clinical in the way she drew pleasure from him with each flicker of her tongue and dip of her mouth. There is no sensation in his body save that which her lips and tongue bring from him, no sense of anything but that moment. It strikes him first how intent she looks to be, how focused, and then it dawns on him amidst that serene moment that she has taken the entirety of his cock. This was proving to be a night, or rather a looming morning, of firsts.<br><br>When she looks up into his eyes he can see it. There is a delicate contrast, ephemeral and beautiful, between the garish mascara and the fragile worry behind her eyes. He had set out that night to find a whore - a vessel to help him to spill his seed and to forget - and instead it was as if he had found an angel.<br><br>Of course he had paid that angel, and she had his cock pressing down his throat. The words spoken around his cock draw a bemused, tender smile from him, and even as he strokes her hair he tries to find his own words.<br><br>And then he feels it coursing through his body. `I...` Barely audible, he shivers at the feel of her ministrations, and whispers in the dawning light. `It won't be long...`
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 15:46:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>`It won't be long...` </em><br><br>The words softly caressed her ears, her hearing, and despite knowing his release was close, Kate kept a steady and slow rhythm for moments longer hoping to create a burgeoning desire within him that would be somewhat memorable.<br><br><em>Another regular john, somebody gentle, not demanding or blatantly drunk or abusive would be nice.</em> The thought lingered in the back of her mind as her slender fingers curved around the base of his wide cock and stroked him eagerly as her head bobbed back and forth. Her breath seemed to quicken with the fore coming knowledge that his cum would soon fill the reservoir of the rubber, and yet in her mind, somewhere in the darker crevices, she yearned to pulled the sheath off and fully taste him, inhale the scent of him. <br><br>Deeply, Kate drew him into her, fully sucking on his length, teasing him with her tongue; her nose was tickled by his curling hairs. Her stray wayward hand painted a caress to his sac that sporadically tightened with her attention to his cock, to the supple skin, and there those fingers would remain to tenderly stroke him, and coax the tension of desire to accumulate before his body would succumb to a euphoria. <br>&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 05:15:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Another shudder rolls down his spine as she continues to slowly work his cock, soft inaudible words rolling from deep within his throat. If she was aiming to be memorable, she was doing just the right thing. Father Nichols found himself enraptured by every detail of this moment, his mind devouring the sensation of her eager ministrations.<br><br>When she coaxes his cock deep into her throat he is sure that he can take no more, but he finds a reserve of willpower, enough to hold on to those sensations for moments more, his knees growing weaker as the cool touch of her hand caresses his sac. With a sharp inhalation he forgets his breathe entirely, and with a rolling moan of contentment he tilts his head back and he can withhold his climax no longer. <br><br>In that moment, that tiny death, he finds himself reborn. Born again to a world of pleasure he hadn't even hoped to find here this morning. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Priest and the Prostitute (Xerial and Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 15:35:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kate had noted that the man's breathing had changed to become irregular with shallow and quick inhalations, and the bulbous head of his cock that bathed her throat area, that glided along her soft warm tongue flared with more engorgement; practically throbbed with life, it did. His release, she knew, would be soon, and the unpleasant odd taste of latex would soon disappear with the lifesaver mint candy she always stored in her purse, always sucked on afterwards, and then when at home,&nbsp; it was nothing that toothpaste and rinse would not cure.<br><br>As she steadily sucked and licked and lapped at his length, as her head bobbed at a quicker pace, a trace of trembling rooted in the john's legs, something slight, and the sexual tension and desire that blossomed was fully released. Deep the thrusts were in her mouth, the penetration into her moist cavern, the supple muscles that milked him, and his groans of pleasure was a sweet tune to be heard by Kate. Perhaps, she though, he could become a regular.<br><br>She stayed on her knees despite the intimate embrace between the two vanishing. Fingers deftly worked to free his cock from the rubber that enveloped the lessening turgid flesh, and she tossed it aside into a flowerbed, the shrubbery. A smile was given to him, and she slowly rose to her feet. “Your pleasure was mine, and I hope that curbs your appetite until later in the night.” Kate said, hinting that she would be working later that day, and her fingers delved into her purse to fish out those mints. As the white circular mint was slipped into her mouth, she decided to introduce herself. “I'm Kate, or anybody else you wish me to be if you're paying for it.”
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