Gallery Carre
Land of 1,000 Depravities
Dec 12th, 2024 by Holiday
Ladies and gentlemen: turn with me now and begin today’s reading from Lewd Acts, Chapter Four. This discourse will cover the usual debauchery I so love.
For those who consider boredom the worst offense in life, you are not alone.
Around me once was a stunning congregation of people at a party, all caught up in an easy reverence.
Before I could do more than swipe a cocktail, a servant led me into a pseudo-Renaissance library. In full view of everyone, a young woman expressly handled and stroked the sexual organ of a man wearing the Roman Catholic collar and a pair of black FBI-style sunglasses. I was enchanted instantly by the aura of the slender red-head with innocent blue eyes. She was a dazzling opaque beauty who, through the course of the evening, came to burn with an unholy fire. She looked 18-years-old, though she was eight years older.
The young woman marveled over the size of the appendage and its mysterious beauty. I recognized the impostor as the party’s host, who stood beneath a large portrait of himself. The reverend was a distinguished-looking man in his late 20s, with dark hair. He wore a black robe to the floor, with a shoulder cape to match. He resembled the jaded Marcello Mastroianni on the Roman street of nightclubs in La Dolce Vita.
“Oh Father, you’re wonderful,” she said, and slowly parted his robes. She took hold of his cock carefully, studying it.
“Just look at it. Why does it have to be so big?” she asked.
The young woman sighed, and looked at him, now holding it very firmly in her right hand.
“I must stop it from throbbing, yes?”
“Certainly, my dear,” the priest said, with a vulgar grin overspreading his face.
Closing her eyes, and moistening her lips, she opened her mouth and slowly, gently took it inside.
Because this behavior excited her admiration, the young woman began to perform fellatio in front of everyone. The nonchalant host simply parted his robes even further.
The priest carefully undid the two top buttons of the young woman’s dress, gently slipped his hand inside, and firmly cupped her left breast - just holding it for a second before tenderly taking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. At the pressure, slight as it was, she faltered - but relaxed, even moving forward a little, as the nipple began to swell and distend while he softly squeezed and rolled it between his fingers.
This “submission” - allowing the priest to fondle her breasts, had an effect on her that went quite beyond whatever immediate sensation it may have produced, and caused her to apply herself with mounting excitement.
While she continued, closed-eyed and breathing hard, her hands groped, opening the top of his trousers, taking them down enough to put her hands inside and grip his bare waist, and then urgently pulling him toward her, sucking voraciously, with gasps and moans, though occasionally taking so much that she gagged.
Instead, the priest turned his attention to her remarkable head; she had a particularaffinity for his broad hands with prominent tendons, stretching out like rake tongs through her hair. She stopped for a moment and looked up with a soft smile, all breathless, and wide-eyed.
“Are you going to cum in my mouth?”
“Absolutely, my child,” he said, and robbed a passing tray of another drink.
The young woman nodded, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, then looked up at him, assuming a coquettish manner, “I guess I have to swallow it, right?”
“Indeed,” the priest answered, in a voice which was expressionless.
She resumed in earnest, the priest fondled both nipples, squeezing them hard, and she reacted more ravenously the harder he squeezed.
“You are beautiful, my child,” the priest said, holding a metallic cross.After thrusting himself into her exquisite mouth for a lengthy period, the priest finally made the sign of the cross and, as he discharged, distinctly said:
- In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
[In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.]
The young woman received his liberal contribution like a holy sacrament. She looked up at the priest, her eyes shimmering, knowing she had pleased him.
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