Reverend Peter's surprise

[Pip]

It is so lonely in the new vicarage.

At my last parish I had my wife, daughter and son with me, but we split up and I have taken a parish in the city.

The evenings are lonely to, people think that a Vicar has no 'needs', but I do, and have taken the unusual step of contacting an escort agency in the hope that they may have someone who could visit and help me out, discreetly.

They asked me all kinds of questions about what I would like the girl to do, and what she should look like, at first I could not bring myself to say, then I could not think what I wanted. In the end I described my daughter! Her picture is near the phone, taken just recently when we were together, just as she turned 18.

Amy is in the city herself now, but she does not say what she does, she is beautiful girl, voluptuous with bright eyes and perfect white skin. I felt bad describing her to the agency, but could not think of any one else.

They said they had just the girl for me, she is called Amy Z and we arranged a time when she could visit, I had to explain that I was a 'public figure' and would prefer to keep my face covered during the appointment, with a small mask if that was OK.

The woman on the phone giggled and said all the girls were very discreet but if I wanted to wear a mask that was fine with them. She explianed that the girls just provided a massage and company and that I should not expect anything else, although she had not had any complaints, I could feel her winking down the phone.

So here I am, sat in my study in the vicarage, panicking about what I am up to, scared a parishoner may call, wearing a white bathrobe and a black mask to cover my face! I actually picked up the phone to cancel but hung up without speaking.

I have a large rectangular shaped padded bench covered in a towel in front of the fire and hope that it will suffice for the 'massage'

I am just taking a stiff drink, when the door bell rings.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Amy Z

Amy Z rang the bell at the door and ran a hand through her long hair, taking a look at herself in a nearby mirror.

Her volumptous body was covered in a simple cotton sheath dress often seen an a female massuese, but beneath it was a red crotchless teddy and garters.

She looked down at her massagekit and made sure she had all the right oils as well as the extras some clients likes, i.e. a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and condoms.

She shuffled from foot to foot as she waited for the door to open

 

[Pip]

Reverend Peter

I musn't, this is such a bad idea. If I just wait, she will leave, what if the newspapers got hold of this, what would my family think?

My wife would feel that leaving me was the right thing, but Amy, what would Amy think of her father? The good vicar, the example to everyone.

But the bell rings, I try to stop myself imagining, pale white skin, stockings, breasts oh breasts, breasts fill my mind as my resolve slips away.

No let her go, or maybe, maybe I should let her in, perhaps I can help her change her ways, maybe I should see her at least.

Yes, thats it.

I move to the door, mask in place, and open it, she stands there silouted by the street light, a giel in a white dress, a bag in her hand, I cannot see her face but she looks young.

"Come in, come in please, is it Amy Z?"

Commited now I tremble with fear and anticipation as she moves by me into the vicarage and I smell her perfume.

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Amy Z

Amy smiles at the masked man and steps inside, "Yes it is..nice to meet you sir..what would you like me to call you?" She asks, looking up at him.

She waits for an answer then goes over to the table with the towel, "This is were you want it?"

She smiles and places her kit down, taking out the oils to warm them up

 

[Pip]

Reverend Peter

My heart is pounding as she moves past me and I taste the aroma of her perfume, so feminine, and I follow her in. Her white dress is fitted tightly around her wonderfully round bottom, and her legs are clad in white stockings, her feet in quite high heels.

But her hair! thick, dark and shiny with a hint of red, I can't help but think how like my daughter Emma's hair, the agency seem to have found someone exactly like my brief description.

As we enter the softly lit room she turns her angelic face to me, her thick hair and the flickering of my candles put her face in shadow, but she is perfect, pale skin with red lipstick, she looks so like..

"Yes it is..nice to meet you sir..what would you like me to call you?"

Call me? I hadn't thought of that, for some reason the idea of what she might call me I find intensly erotic, and I feel myself tighten in my stomach.

"You are so young" my mouth is dry as I speak, "what do you usually call your clients? I will let you decide"

I am thinking that she will say Sir, or perhaps their christian name, or maybe Mr, but in my heart I want her to call me Daddy or Uncle Peter, I do not know why, but I dare not say the words.

Under my robe I am wearing boxer shorts, I know that it may be just a massage so do not want to presume. I am grateful now because my cock is starting to harden, I am quite, well actually very large, (it is one of the reasons my wife left me) and I desparately did not want the embarrasment of an erection showing when I remove my robe.

"This is were you want it?" She asks me in her soft voice, a voice thats sounds so like Emma's, just the same accent, but she has a suggestive tone that Emma would never use, such a good girl after all.

She is standing by the long, low cushioned bench, she has a bag with oils and other things inside it, she is so like Emma, sacrily so, but in the shadows and with all that makeup it is hard to see properly.

"Yes, is that alright? should I take my robe off now?" My face is hot under the silly mask, and it is a little hard to see properly, and I so want to see her better.

"On my front first? I haven't done this before, a massage I mean, so I kept boxers on, is that the right thing to do?"

 

[SugarDeSpice]

Amy Z

Amy looks up at him and smiles reassuringly, she had wondered when she was told he would be wearing a mask if he did this often or if this was a first...now she knew.

She unloaded the oils and put them in the warming tin and placed it by the fire.

"what do you usually call your clients? I will let you decide"

"Well, most clients tell me to call them something, but for those that don't I usually call them Sir as a sign of respect." She smiled up and him again and patted the table.

My heart is pounding as she moves past me and I taste the aroma of her perfume, so feminine, and I follow her in. Her white dress is fitted tightly around her wonderfully round bottom, and her legs are clad in white stockings, her feet in quite high heels.

Again Amy smiled that calming smile she had perfected in her line of work, "Whatever you are most comfortable with Sir...whenever you're ready just hop up onto the table...yes front first."

she turned around and emptied the rest of her kit, placing the handcuffs and the condoms next to the oils

 

[Pip]

Reverend Peter

My heart skips a beat as she calls me Sir and pats the table with her hand and I notice the red nail varnish.

I don't know why I said it, and I regret it straight away, it is an old fantasy from my days in the seminary.

"Will you call me Father? You know like as in priest"


I am feeling flustered as I take off my robe and stand awkwardly in my boxers, I see a look in her face as she looks me up and down disapprovingly, it is the same look my daughter Emma used to give me whenever I tried to dress 'trendy' and got it all wrong.

She is so like Emma it is scary, but Emma is at college stuying theology, and I have never thought of in 'that way' , although the resemblance is exciting in a strange way.

Reluctantly I turn away and slip my boxers off, and awkwardly get on the table whilst trying to hide my embarrasingly large erection, not full yet but definately not soft either.

As I lay there my erection is pressed awkwardly to one side, but there is no way I can adjust myself now. I can sense her getting her things ready by the fire, but dare not look. The air is filled with her perfume and the sound of her movements, the rustling of her white dress, and the beat of my heart.

My bottom feels very bare, and I can feel moisture at the end of my cock, so embarrasing, and I cannot help but think of Emma, I have never thought of my daughter in that way of course, but the resemblance is uncanny.

I don'y know what to do with my arms, so I just fold them above my head on the towel, my head to one side towards the fire, I can just see her out of the corner of one eye, but cannot tell what she is doing.