Secrets desires and hidden thoughts (closed for Jezebell)

[Dirtydave1974]

"A witch?" Father Dennis Mulray said, not bothering to hide the scorn in his voice. "You have evidence to support this accusation, or do you expect me to lightthe bonfire for you. This isn't Salem, father, nor is it the 17th century."

Father Peters was quivering in his seat, sweat poured down his forehead. He fumbled with a file in front of him. A Manila folder with the words Cassandra Bell. A bunch of photos and files fell out. Men and women all smiling.

"My congregation is dropping like flies, and it's all her fault. Jenny chambers, one of our most fervent and vocal patrons leaves us for another woman. Dan and Kelly Simpson volunteers at every fund raiser were caught making love on the alter. They all spoke to her. This Cassandra woman. She told them to do it , or convinced them that they should be more adventurous, damn the sin, and they did.
But worse was Father Harper. He went to talk to her, the next day we found him hanging dead by a rope in his bathroom. The suicide note said "I didn't want to hurt the children, thank you Cassandra for showing me the way."

Father Dennis Mulray was a stone faced man. Most people assumed he was a black and white, right and wrong evangelist. A man who believed in good and evil and the thin line that separated them.

Part of him wished that were true. But he couldn't ignore the shades of grey that lay between black and white. Before becoming a priest he has been a policeman. It was this skill and his experience in interviewing suspects that allowed him to see when someone was lying to him. It's what gave him his reputation.

"You spoke with her didn't you," Father Mulray said.
Father Peters looked away. His eyes suddenly intent on a bird sitting in a tree outside the window.
"All I am asking is that you speak with her. See for yourself." Father Peters passed a slip of paper over to him. "But be on guard, when she speaks it will be with the Devils mouth."
Father Mulray picked up the slip of paper, and read the address written down.
"Very well, I will speak with her and hopefully put this nonsense behind us."
Father Dennis Mulray had other investigations to run. He would be keen to put this one to bed.

***
A little bell announced Father Mulray's arrival in the small shop. There was the faint smell of incense in the room. It smelled of jasmine, and reminded him of working in the garden with his mother. It was a homely place. Warm and inviting

 

[Jezebel1669]

"You should tell them," Cassandra was saying tot he fifteen year old girl sitting across from her, her hand grasped in the 'witch's' as she tried to comfort the girl. "They'll be angry at first, especially your father, but your mother will understand and once they know it wasn't you fault they'll be able to help you through it."

The girl nodded her head through the tears, dabbing her eyes with a tissue as she took a moment to consider the wise words. She'd only come in for a herbal remedy to help her undo a mistaken night of passion which had led to her current dilemma, but after speaking with Ms. Bell Stephanie knew that the unborn child nestled in her belly would be more than just a mistake.

Finally breaking a smile the girl reached down for her purse, only for Cassandra to push it away. "There's no charge for good advice, child," she said in a motherly tone, "Just remember, next time you're invited to a frat party alone the boys will be expecting a repeat performance. All ten of them."

Shaking her head as Stephanie stepped out into the shop, Cassandra moved to clear away the undrunk cups of herbal tea, a placebo only but a useful prop all the same, when she heard the girl's startled gasp. Quickly turning to follow Stephanie the herbalist saw the priest standing in the doorway.

Turning to the young girl Cassandra saw the fear in her eyes, as though she expected to be judged and cast aside in the eyes of God right there and then. With a simple touch on the bedeviled young girl's shoulder and a soft smile Cassandra quickly broke the mood. "It seems I have another customer, if you wouldn't mind giving us some privacy. You do have some news to share after all."

Curtsying politely Stephanie quickly darted for the doorway, squeezing her barely noticeably swollen belly past the holy man as she made her exit as hastily as she could. Cassandra smiled after her, still a little surprised at just how many people seemed to fall back on the old ways in her presence, even though most of them found her through her website and social network pages.

Turning her attention to the priest Cassandra's eyes darkened. In her experience such men had only one thing on their minds. Or two at least, but only one that they'd be willing to admit in public. Every priest she'd known had been running from something or hiding from something, sometimes even themselves.

"And how can I assist you today, Father?" She asked with a clear chill in her voice. "A little something to help relieve the pain in your knee perhaps?"

 

[Dirtydave1974]

First impressions

"And how can I assist you today, Father?" She asked with a clear chill in her voice. "A little something to help relieve the pain in your knee perhaps?"


His eyes widened at the mention of his knee. He had broken it quite a few years ago. It was one of the reasons he had quit the force. Well that and... But he didn't want to think about that.

The knee still troubled him, especially when it was cold. He didn't think he had been limping, but he must have. How else could she know.

The woman, Cassandra, reaction was to be expected. Priests were often met eith with hostility or with open arms. Based on what Father Peters had told him this was her third visit in the last month.

"If you have anything for my knee, I would be grateful. I was wondering if I might also trouble you for a cup of tea, or coffee. My name is Dennis Mulray," he reach out his hand to shake hers. "I was hoping to get your help with a problem we are having at the local church."

 

[Jezebel1669]

"If you have anything for my knee, I would be grateful. I was wondering if I might also trouble you for a cup of tea, or coffee. My name is Dennis Mulray, I was hoping to get your help with a problem we are having at the local church."

Looking down at the offered hand for a moment Cassandra turned away, pointedly not accepting the greeting from a man representing an organisation who had done nothing but victimise and ridicule both her profession and her personally for years.

Moving to a nearby rack of shelves the herbalist quickly pulled a stepladder mounted on a rail around and climbed up it, reaching for a highest store of herbs. Dressed in a loose t-shirt and tight yoga pants she didn't need her gifts to know what the priest must be thinking of her right now.

Taking down a jar of dried leaves Cassandra served a few out into a small paper bag and passed them to the priest. "Chew on one of these before bed each night and it'll help dull the pain," before the priest could protest she held up her hand and shook her head, stopping any complaints before he could make them, "Don't worry Father, they're only a natural form of paracetamol, without all the harmful additives which get added to those pills. That'll be 10 dollars."

As she looked over at him, her hand held out waiting for payment, Cassandra could sense a deeper darkness lingering inside him and with a simple nudge she let the memory sink into her own mind before bowing her head in shame. She'd misjudged this man, she realised, taken him for one of his close-minded ilk.

"Perhaps I could get you something to help you sleep as well?" She asked in a softer tone. "It wasn't your fault you arrived too late to prevent what happened to the girl, and as for what happened in the car afterwards... well, you had just saved her, and she needed to know that she was still loved, even if she only knew how to express that in a certain way."

Reaching out Cassandra took Father Mulray's hand and squeezed it for a moment, comforting him as best she could. "She knew what she was doing Father, and she needed that intimacy from you in that moment, no matter what the tribunal said."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Father Mulray could help but admire the curve of Cassandra's buttock as she was standing on the ladder. He felt no shame in his desire. He had long ago reconciled his desires with his faith. Human emotion was a natural thing. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings he just reminded himself not to act on them.

Mulray had been celibate for 12 long years. He was happy he had made the choice. It offered clarity, on the good days. There were bad days. But no choice was without consequence.

Cassandra was openly hostile, eager to have him out of her store and out of her life. Then without warning her expression softened. Mulray had no idea why.

"Perhaps I could get you something to help you sleep as well?" She asked in a softer tone. "It wasn't your fault you arrived too late to prevent what happened to the girl, and as for what happened in the car afterwards... well, you had just saved her, and she needed to know that she was still loved, even if she only knew how to express that in a certain way."

Like his knee, Mulray had lots of injuries from his cop days. Old wounds and scars that would flare up from time to time. But the pain from this memory was like an old wound re-opening. The grief, shame and anger all came flooding back.

Mulray had received the call on a Friday night. A short blonde girl, Cindy Taylor had been gang raped. Five guys at once in one of the bedrooms. She was covered in a blanket and being looked after by a group of girls when he arrived. He took her statement, which was fuzzy to say the least. She barely remembered anything, but she was sore and the bruises on her legs, wrists, neck, along with her torn clothes told a different story.

Mulray interviewed all the guys. They backed each other of course. She had been up for it. Begging for it, they had said. The sad thing was he felt they were all telling the truth. Except for two of them. Two of those guys knew something.

After the interviews were concluded, Cindy asked to be taken home. Mulray agreed to drive her. Halfway home she started weeping uncontrollably. Mulray stopped and held her while she cried her self out. But then her hands were on him. One on his chest, the other around his neck, her fingers trailing between his ear and along the nape of his neck. Then they were reaching between his legs.
"Please," she'd said. "Please."

He resisted, but she persisted. He could remember every vivid detail. Her hand rubbing against his growing bulge. Then her shirt was off. She wasn't wearing a bra and he guided his hand up to her hardened nipple.

Several minutes later they were in the back seat. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers, filled the car. His penis slid in and out of her over and over. "Oh god.. oh god... oh god..." She had screamed. Then it was over.

It wasn't until much later that the details came out. It was his first investigation into date rape drugs. Forensics said she was still under the influence, when he picked her up. That was twelve years ago.

Dennis Mulray's face shifted like a storm cloud invading a clear blue sky. "Who told you that? How do you know me?"

 

[Jezebel1669]

Cassandra tried to smile kindly at the priest, despite his anger. It was common for someone she touched to react this way, to having their lives smeared open for all the world to see. For some the experience was a catharsis, an opportunity to see themselves in a new light, as had happened with Father Harper, but for others... they weren't prepared to see the truth of who they were laid out quite so barely.

"Isn't that why you're here today?" She asked, her tone open and sincere, as it was in all matters. To Cassandra the fact that everyone else was an open book to her made it only seem fair that she too was honest with her thoughts with them, even when it angered them. "I thought you'd already been told that I was a witch, a 'Whore of Babylon', a 'Jezebel' here to steal your people away from you? I thought you had been told I was a purveyor of lies and a whisperer of untruths?"

Seeing that the priest was in no mood to make payment for her goods Cassandra slid the medicinal herbs back across the counter away from him before looking him clearly in the eyes. "You are a good man, Father Mulray, but a good man in the service of those who are not."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"How?" Dennis Mulray could feel his anger slip away like a balloon deflating. His eyes were locked on hers. He dared not look away. "Are you... a witch?"

 

[Jezebel1669]

Tossing her head back casually Cassandra laughed out loud before settling down to a far quieter chuckle. "Well, you get straight to the point at least." she replied with a smile, carefully placing the medicinal herbs in a hermetically sealed jar before stowing it back under the counter.

Turning her attention back to the priest Cassandra levels her gaze at him critically, as though carefully sizing him up before answering the obviously loaded question. "I'm not what people in the modern age would call a witch," she answered with all honesty, "I've never ridden a broom, I've never danced around a bonfire naked under the stars and I've never lain with a beast." Tilting her head slightly Cassandra grinned playfully at Father Mulray, "Well, unless you count Jock, that is."

Jock was a local legend, his family had been the village blacksmiths for as long back as the town had records. His father had eventually had to close the forge when modern technology made such practices worthless, although he'd still practiced metalworking well into his retirement. His son on the other hand had gone into the building trade, and many joked that the man hired himself out as a bulldozer whenever new land needed to be cleared.

The idea of the slim built 5'6" herbalist laying with the 6'4" giant mass of muscle was something which took some careful thought for anyone to get their head around, but there was certainly nothing malevolent in the man. In fact he was known to be one of the most pious and reverential people in the whole city, and also one of the parishioners who'd lately stopped coming to mass each Sunday.

"I think I may be what was the root of the superstitions, a person with a certain gift which set them apart from the rest of the herd. Someone who saw through the apostasy and heresy of organised religion and so made enemies of the Church, ending with their virtual extinction at the hands of the witchhunters."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

I think I may be what was the root of the superstitions, a person with a certain gift which set them apart from the rest of the herd. Someone who saw through the apostasy and heresy of organised religion and so made enemies of the Church, ending with their virtual extinction at the hands of the witchhunters."

Mulray's head was spinning. It seemed impossible and yet. Maybe there was an element of truth here. Maybe her skills were deductive rather than supernatural. Maybe...

"I wonder if I might trouble you for that cup of tea. Or something stronger, if you've got it."

He tried to sort out all his questions, but really there were only two. "So, the people who turned their backs on the church, did they come to you, or did you go to them?"

Then there was the other more troubling question. "and Father Harper, what did you say to him?"

 

[Jezebel1669]

Nodding her head at Father Mulray's request for a drink Cassandra moved over to a sealed cabinet set into the wall behind the counter at one side of the shop and quickly pulled it open. Before her stood a dizzying array of bottles of all descriptions and with a glance back at her guest Cassandra reached out and pulled out a rare bottle of pear schnapps before pouring a generous measure into a glass and moving back over in front of the priest.

Setting the drink down on the counter in front of him Cassandra kept her eyes focused down at it for several seconds before finally looking up into the holy man's with a stern expression. "Do you recall a few years ago Father, when those young boys went missing in the woods?" She began, her tone dark and chilling.

The event had been the talk of the local town for months, three teenaged boys, two of them brothers and a third a friend of theirs, had gone missing from the local college nativity play. For weeks the townsfolk had searched the area and found no trace of them, and the police were about to declare them officially missing and widen the search to a national level when the bodies of all three were found naked under the ice of a local pond.

Their deaths were puzzling, as there seemed no reason why such well liked and jovial boys should decide to wander off into the night naked, and the fact the pond had been searched many times before that night without a trace of the bodies to be found only added to the mystery. In the end however, with no evidence to the contrary, the coroner had declared death by misadventure, stating the boys had decided to go for a late night swim and misjudged the temperatures, leading to their demise.

"It was rat poison," Cassandra said simply, "Father Harper gave it to them after learning the boys were lovers, all three of them. He decided to follow the word of your holy books and smite them down." As she spoke Cassandra moved back to the drinks cabinet, replaced the schnapps in its place, wiped down the counter and closed the doors. "He thought the world needed to be purified, and that love was something which should be reserved only for the 'worthy'. I... corrected his assumption, and helped him see what it was he'd done."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Mulray took a very big drink from the snapps. More than he had intended and it burned on the way down. He remembered the three boys. Had even volunteered to help find them. Wandering the woods with dozen of other practitioners. He remembered counselling the grieving parents in the weeks that followed. It had destroyed one marriage and devastated the community.

That Harper had been responsible? He had always been a bit of an odd duck, but smiting, murder?

I... corrected his assumption, and helped him see what it was he'd done."
Mulrays brown eyes locked with Cassandra's green eyes. "That's all you did? Did you tell him to... kill himself? Influence his decision? Suggest it?"

 

[Jezebel1669]

Turning around suddenly Cassandra glared at the priest, anger boiling just beneath the surface of her civilised demeanour. "I would never counsel death," she replied sharply, "Not of others and neither of one's self." Her tone made it very clear that even the suggestion that she might've done such a thing was taken as a grave insult against her character.

Stepping back towards the counter, Cassandra's anger seemed to settle once more. "I only reveal the truth father, and where possible offer guidance to ease the suffering of as many people as possible."

Leaning forwards against the counter, her loose top hanging down inadvertently revealing her cleavage to the priest as she let out a deep sign. "Unfortunately in Father Harper's case there was nothing I could say to assuage his guilt, and guilty he was, there's no doubt about that. In the end all I could do was leave him with his own demons, and they're the ones who drove him to do what he did."

Tossing back her head Cassandra gave out a humourless laugh, "Perhaps I am your Whore of Babylon after all. Spreading secrets and destroying lives." She sounded bitter and resentful in that moment, the weight of responsibility that her power brought hanging around her neck like a fully-laden yoke.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Forgive me, I had to ask. His letter... It implied that you may have," Murray said. She was telling the truth. Her body language betrayed none of the many ticks that have people away when they were lying. He took another drink from the schnapps. A more measured sip this time.

His eyes lingered over her as stepped away. She was very attractive in her loose fitting top and yoga pants. In another life...

He was disturbed by what she had said about his colleagues. The suicide note implicated her, but really it was a job for the police. Given the opportunity he would do what he could to come to her defense,

"I never called you a whore. Far from it. I seek the truth, as do you. God creates us all in his image, but since no one has ever seen god who it to say what that image is. The mystery of faith is a mystery, and if we close our eyes and assume the bible gives us all the answers then we will never solve the puzzle. Perhaps you are a clue to his divinity. One we don't fully understand yet."

 

[Jezebel1669]

Cassandra could feel the priest's interest in her as he looked over her body and despite herself she felt a tingle run down her spine. It had been a long time since she'd last lain with a man with a pure enough heart to touch her own. While Jock had been equipped more than well enough physically to cater for her needs he hadn't been the sharpest plough in the barn and eventually they both had to admit that their relation was nothing more than a physical one destined to go nowhere good.

With Dennis she sensed something different though, a tenderness hidden beneath the grit which called out to her in some fundamental way. Not exactly wanting to tease the man, but at the same time wanting to help feed his desires, Cassandra reached her hand slowly up to stroke over her throat. As her arm pressed against her chest it stretched the fabric of her t-shirt over her breasts, clearly defining their shape and making it more than clear that there was nothing beneath but her war, supple flesh.

The herbalist quirked her eyebrow at the priest's comment, didn't he know the biblical character of the Whore of Babylon? The creature whose revelations and lies would bring about the rise of the Antichrist, before the beast with seven heads and ten horns laid her down.

Tossing her head aside, letting her long black hair fall over her chest, Cassandra dismissed the thought. She'd given the bible a deep study, looking for ways to justify herself to the Church using their own words as her basis of logic, but such efforts had proven to be worthless. After all, doesn't the Devil use scripture to justify himself? Something which catches out anyone who tries to point out the illogical and contrary nature of their 'holy book'.

Knowing just how much trouble saying such things to a representative of the Church might cause Cassandra bit her tongue and reached for the empty glass clutched in Father Mulray's tight grip. "I may not be a whore, Father, but I'm no virtuous saint either," suddenly the herbalist lifted her hand to her mouth, covering it for a moment as she giggled at the image which flashed through Dennis's mind. "I'm no wayward sister needing to be tamed either. You have been a bad boy, haven't you? Or would it be more fair to say she was the bad one, and you just enjoyed watching what she did?"

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Mulray drank the last of the schnapps. He looked up in time to see Cassandra gently stroke her throat. That one simple act drew his attention to her chest and the round pillows that lay beneath. The T-shirt was tight against her chest, and in that moment, Mulray could see that she wasn't wearing a bra.

As a man he had a moment to admire them. They were magnificent, and it had been a long time since he had last been with a woman. Not since Sister Sarah.

They had met whilst doing missionary work in Africa. Neither could deny the attraction to the other, but both had, initially at least been determined to be soldiers of faith. That was until one night he saw her in her tent.

She was lying back reading what looked like the bible, but had actually been an erotic novel. He didn't know how long he sat crouching their watching her. Her leg over the chair, her fingers moving inside her. Eventually she saw him, and without a word invited him in.

Her pussy had been soaking wet, as he took off his trousers. Mulray remembered with vivid detail as she slipped a finger into her arse, looking back at him with a smile as he masturbated on the other side of the room.

She had watched him as she fucked her pussy and her arse at the same time. Neither daring to touch the other, but both wanting to.

Mulray closed his eyes and all of these sweet memories came flooding back. As they did he could fill the blood rushing to a different part of his body. He shifted uncomfortably hoping she wouldn't notice.

"I may not be a whore, Father, but I'm no virtuous saint either,"


"Few of us are," Mulray said with a chuckle, crossing his legs to hide his arousal.

"I'm no wayward sister needing to be tamed either. You have been a bad boy, haven't you? Or would it be more fair to say she was the bad one, and you just enjoyed watching what she did?"


Mulray's eyes widened. She had seen that? He blushed, but then shrugged. "My life has not always been a virtuous one, and there have been some women that do find me attractive. I like may men have given into desire. perhaps I should have made love to her. But we all have our regrets."

 

[Jezebel1669]

"perhaps I should have made love to her. But we all have our regrets."

Smiling at the truth of that statement Cassandra wondered whether she should make a move on the attractive young man standing before her and for a moment her eyes darted down to the bulge clearly visible in the front of his pants. She wasn't sure whether it was the sight of her breasts beneath her top or the memory of the anally fixated nun which was driving the blood to Dennis's crotch, but either way Cassandra decided it would be a waste not to try to make something of the opportunity.

With her lips twisting from a smile into a wicked grin the herbalist slowly let her hand slide down her throat, fingertips dancing over her skin for a moment before plucking against the neckline of her top. The loose material moved easy with her languid gesture, pulled every lower as more of her cleavage was put on display as her hand crept ever lower. Just as the edges of her dark areolae teased their way past the fringe the material slipped away, suddenly snapping back up to cover herself once more.

"We all have regrets Father," Cassandra said, her wicked smile widening, "The true test of faith is knowing when to set it aside and take the moments God gifts in hand."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Mulray's eyes followed the trail of her hand as it moved teasingly across her ebony skin, and down the neckline of her top. He shirt pulled against each of her breasts, and he sat mesmerised as inch by inch of her generous dark cleavage revealed itself to him. He fantasized for only a brief moment about what it would be like to enjoy that cleavage. But then he discarded the fantasy as a passing thought.

When her shirt snapped back it was like somebody had clicked their fingers and awoken him from a hypnotic trance. She was trying to seduce him and was doing a pretty good job of peeking his interest.


"We all have regrets Father," Cassandra said, her wicked smile widening, "The true test of faith is knowing when to set it aside and take the moments God gifts in hand."

Dennis Mulray chuckled. "An interesting view on faith. I'm not sure its one I share, but interesting."

 

[Jezebel1669]

With a knowing smile Cassandra stepped around the counter and trailed her hand across Dennis's chest for a fleeting moment as she made her way over to the front door of the shop. With a quick glance out the window she flipped the sign over, indicating that she was now closed for lunch, which was true in a way, before snapping the lock into place to ensure the priest and herself would not be disturbed for what came next.

"I think perhaps we should share a little something," she said to Dennis as she turned back towards him, lifting her hand to wave towards the bead curtain which led to the more private area of the store. "We both have a thirst which a little schnapps won't sate, and we could both do with the release."

Without waiting for the holy man to follow Cassandra made her way back into her quarters, reaching down to grip the hem of her top as she did. Once through the curtain she peeled off her top, letting her ample and natural breasts sway with their own weight as she moved over to the cushion strewn couch and laid herself out, getting comfortable and making sure her breasts would appear as enticing as possible to the young priest at the same time.

http://41.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo8n7ymin11qmc6e8o1_1280.jpg​

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Dennis' eyes widened as he stared at her heavy bosoms.

He stood but backed away a step, his hands moving to cover up his ever thicken cock. His breathing was coming very fast now. "Cassandra, it's not that I don't find you attractive. " He stopped, and his face changed. "You know that don't you. You know what I'm thinking. I have fantasies, but I still.... still-" his eyes couldn't move away from her bosom. "-have my faith."

 

[Jezebel1669]

Almost having to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes Cassandra smiled over at the young man, his cock straining against the crotch of his pants right in front of her as she offered herself to him to fulfill the fantasies he clear held for her, only to be held back by some outdated tradition. "I'm not trying to lure you away from your faith Father," she said, trying to reassure him, "And I would say that no-one need ever know, but I think we both know that secrets rarely stay hidden, especially salacious ones. What I will say is that I promise that whatever happens between us this afternoon, I will never speak of it to another living soul as long as I live."

Leaning forwards, her breasts swaying enticingly, Cassandra stroked her hand lightly over Dennis's thigh, not quite reaching high enough to reach his throbbing prick, but certainly getting close enough for him to know that it was an option available to him, if he wished it to be. "I'm only offering a little understanding, and a helping... hand."

Chuckling lightly Cassandra lay back on the couch, her hands stroking over her chest, the weight of them resting in her palms as her thumbs played over her nipples awakening and exciting them as they began to grow and stiffen as the priest watched. Letting herself sink into the pile of soft cushions Cassandra moved her fingers up teasing the buds playfully as she'd done many times before and letting her eyes flutter closed and mouth fall open as her tongue licked over her lips.

She could see the wash of images playing through Dennis's mind now, erotic, perverse and even in some cases illegal acts which her wantonness inspired in him, and the echo of his thought in her own mind only served to arouse her more. Moving a hand down from her breast she pressed it against her crotch, rubbing the tight yoga pants against the folds of flesh hidden beneath as she felt her moisture seeping through the fabric.

With her head rolling to one side CAssandra opened her eyes a crack and gazed languidly over at where Dennis stood in the doorway, his eyes fixated on her as she performed for him. "Of course," she muttered breathlessly, "You could just watch, as you did with your holy Sister."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

I will never speak of it to another living soul as long as I live.
"You must think so little of me. Do you really think I would become a priest so that people might think better of me. I did it to serve god. To devote myself to something that was bigger than myself."

Dennis knew he had to leave. But he couldn't look away as she played with her breasts. Her fingers were moving over the dark nipples as she pressed them together, squeezing them between he arms. Performing for him.

It was clear she wasn't going to stop there. Her hand was already between her legs. Soon the pants would be off, and if he couldn't resist her now, what chance would he have then? His thoughts were obviously encouraging her. He wondered how far she would go. How far he wanted her to go.

Dennis hadn’t been with a woman since the good sister had put on her little show.

"Of course," she muttered breathlessly, "You could just watch, as you did with your holy Sister."

"Is that what appeals to you of all my thoughts. Being watched as you pleasure yourself. Cassandra, I want you, but we only just met," he said.

"and I don't deserve you. Not after what I did to that young girl in the car..."

 

[Jezebel1669]

"Is that what appeals to you of all my thoughts. Being watched as you pleasure yourself. Cassandra, I want you, but we only just met, and I don't deserve you. Not after what I did to that young girl in the car..."

Her hand didn't move far, but then it didn't have to. With a simple flick of her wrist it circled up, slipped beneath the edge of her pants and was down once more pressing against her moist lips, only this time Dennis had to watch through the veil of stretched, damp fabric as the bulge of Cassandra's fingers rubbed their way against her cunt and clit.

"This isn't about what appeals to me Dennis, it's about what appeals to you," she said, her voice becoming huskier as her hand worked its magic on her pussy and its partner cupped and lifted her breast, almost as if offering her dark, sensual nipple for the priest to feed on, "It's about what appeal to you, and what you are willing to take for yourself."

She would force him to do anything, and the priest was free to leave at any time, but it was Cassandra's way to make the offer, to give comfort where she knew it was needed. With Dennis the wound was festering in his heart, he needed to feel loved, to feel cleansed in a way his faith lacked the power to.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

This isn't about what appeals to me Dennis, it's about what appeals to you," she said, her voice becoming huskier as her hand worked its magic on her pussy and its partner cupped and lifted her breast, almost as if offering her dark, sensual nipple for the priest to feed on, "It's about what appeal to you, and what you are willing to take for yourself."


Dennis fell to his knees so that he was eye to eye with Cassandra. With a hesitant movement he reached out and placed his hand on her hip. Her skin was warm to his touch. His fingers reached around to her back and he moved his hand up and then onto her arm. A long soft caress that barely touched, but teased her skin.

His eyes alternated from her free breast, whose dark nipple had already hardened and stood proudly erect, inviting him to take it in his mouth, to the outline of her hand which was busy inside her yoga pants. She was a visual feast of all things erotic: Stunning, sensual and sexy.

He leaned in but his lips didn't move to her breast. His eyes staring into hers before closing as he kissed her lips. It was a shy kiss, a peck. He leaned back and looked into her eyes, as if seeking permission.

"I hope this won't be just about me," he said before moving his hand moved around to her back as he pulled Cassandra to his until her dark breasts were pressing against his black shirt.

He kissed her again, but longer this time.

 

[Jezebel1669]

Letting her mouth fall open Cassandra reached out with her tongue and gently guided the priest into her mouth. She could feel his solid erection pressing against her belly as he sat astride her lap but she knew the time for that would come later, right now the priest was picturing the beautiful young nun, her naked body sweating in the hot night air as he pressed his mouth against the substitute with an eager hunger.

Cassandra didn't mind being used as a replacement for a lost love in any way, in fact it probably made the situation easier for both of them as she slowly worked her hands up Dennis's back, her fingertips gently caressing over his spine as she used the sparks of emotion she read from his to guide her to where she needed to go.

Finally she broke from the kiss and slid her hands around to Dennis's chest as she pushed him around onto his back, laying him down on the couch as she moved up into his lap. "Don't worry," she told him with a wicked smile, "I enjoy my work, even when it becomes strenuous."

Moving her hands down she clutched at the buckle of his belt, her nimble fingers quickly unfastening it and pulling the leather strap out from around his waist the mindreader was about to toss it aside when suddenly a vision flashed through Father Mulray's mind. "My, my, you are a naughty boy, aren't you, Father?" She said with a smile, laying the belt to one side within easy reach for the priest, ready to be used when he needed it.

Turning her attention back to his pants, Cassandra carefully unbuttoned the crotch before sliding her hand down inside to cup Dennis's tight boxer shorts, rubbing her fingers over the iron hard shaft hidden inside. She could already see a small stain from his leaking precum, a dark spot against the otherwise crisp whiteness of the fabric. Licking her lips Cassandra moved her hands up, carefully twining her fingertips into the elasticated waist band.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

The heat from their kiss grew as their tongues danced and fenced. The regret of missing his opportunities with Sister Sarah was still fresh in his mind. If he was honest with himself it motivated him to do what he was doing now. Not miss another opportunity. Another chance.

He had wanted to take Sarah, kiss her, like he was kissing Cassandra. Run his hands through her hair down her neck and then along her spine. To grab each of her arse cheeks in his hands and squeeze them as they kissed.

"Tie me up," the fantasy Sarah had whispered. "Tie me up and make me yours." He had wanted to, had thought and fantasised about doing just that. But the moment had passed him by and he had regretted it for years.

But as his fingers twined through Cassandra's braids he was brought out of his fantasy, back to the woman in front of him. Her hands were exploring him. They seemed to know where he was sensitive and how he wanted to be touched. Her nails bit into his back, and she scratched him. He gasped as pleasure mixed with pain.

Cassandra broke the kiss and shifted her body around pushing him down on to the couch. She straddled him, pressing herself against his hard cock, and began to undo his belt.

"I enjoy my work, even when it becomes strenuous."

Work? Was that what he was to her? A project? Seduce the priest just because she can. Use her powers to find out what he wanted and then make him hers. He felt manipulated, betrayed.

As she removed his belt he thought about using it. Take charge and show her what he wanted. Show her that she could be made to be his. Tie her hands up and roll her onto her belly. Then he would penetrate her. Show her his fire. Fuck her as hard as any of her lovers ever had.

My, my, you are a naughty boy, aren't you, Father?"

Cassandra was hovering over his hard cock which was tenting his boxers. His hand went to her hair, and he took a handful of braid in his fist. Not to cause pain, but to let her know who was in control here. "Show me how deep you can fit me in your mouth." His voice was husky filled with lust and a hint of anger.

He would have this wonton black women. Have her on his terms. Not hers.