Resting on her knees in the front of church, the young blond looked up at the man wearing the robe adorned in religious garb. If he was a Priest than she was fucking Mary Magdalene. His kink always happened in church and always with the whore on her knees. Maybe he couldn’t fuck pussy right, but he sure could rape a throat to completion.
“Pull my robe up,” he demanded.
“Yes, Father. I am here to serve,” she giggled.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time to laugh, but she never did things the way others did. Her head flying back, his tattooed hand reminded her of who and what she was. A goddamn cock sucking whore. Licking her lips, the taste of blood coated her tongue. He split her lip, but if that’s all that happened, she would come out ahead of the game. He never once fucked her, but her body often felt like he had when done. Raw, tired, and sore.
Her hands shook like a crack head as she pushed the gown up, knowing what she would find beneath. He was at least 9 inches, as thick as a coke can, and the veins so prominent that she could see them pulsating.
His voice raspy, he looked down, growling, “Spit on my fucking dick.”
With delicate fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock, she spat on the head. A thin line of saliva connecting the two. Gypsy raked her teeth across her bottom lip to break the link. A sudden sharp exhale and she moved in to rub his dick and balls all over her face. Moaning soft, her warm breath blanketed his sac as the taut flesh massaged over her eyes, nose, and mouth. Fuck, he smelled good. Not the sweet after shower scent, but the aroma of a man who worked hard for a living.
His large hand knotting in the back of her hair, the man pulled her mouth forward, but not to suck. Not yet at least. “Use that serpent tongue. Jesus washed the feet of others, you will wash my dick with your mouth,” he said.
A simple nod of her head and she leaned in to extend her tongue, licking up the thick underbelly vein on his cock. A long slithering movement from base to rim, Gypsy avoided the head. That would come last. As though her tongue was a brush, she painted a thick cock of saliva around the shaft of his dick. Proud of the way it glistened in the candlelit room, she smiled a bit, but her job was far from complete. Wrapping her slender digits around the thick pole, she stroked him slowly as she French kissed the slit. Pushing it open with the tip of her tongue, she fucked tiny opening until the first bubble of pre-cum settled on her tongue. Moaning out, the sweetness sedating her for the moment. She wanted more, much more. As her eyes locked with his, she slowly stretched her lips around the head, lowering until just the tip rested in her mouth. Greedy, she pulled back quickly, a loud broken suction sound sending shivers up and down her spine. She wanted so much cum built up in him that he would beg to blow inside of her throat.
A quick slap to the cheek stopped her in her tracks. She was not in charge. She would never be in charge and needed to realize that quickly in the game. Catching her breath, she simply nodded and used her mouth in the way God intended it to be used. Widening her lips, she wrapped around the head and slowly lowered until her pout touched the base of his cock. She wanted a set of prints left in her wake and would make sure that she did it right this time. Gagging for a moment, Gypsy adjusted herself before forcing her throat to swallow the massive girth. He was big, thick, and as hard as a rock. God damn, she loved the way her throat ached each time he pumped those hips against the tiny opening.
He held the back of her head, thrusting forward with his hips. No matter the gurgles and gags from below, he never stopped the full assault on her throat. Smirking when the mascara ran down her face, her pain was pleasure for him. Tightening the grip on her hair, he forced the base of his cock against her teeth, each pump threatening to loosen them. As the heat built inside, he raped her throat, ignoring the fact that others walked through the church, gawking in disbelief. Some stayed and watched, and the others ran in fear. No matter what, the sinful communion taking place at the altar was no act of God. It was the Devil once again claiming his due. Yanking her head back, saliva pouring from her mouth, he leaned down, spitting on her tongue before scalding her face with every drop of cum that built in his balls.
“I baptize you in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. Close that cock hole and swallow. Take the seed into your belly you greedy whore.”
Laughing, the male grabbed her hair, wiped his cock off in the honey strands and walked away leaving her there covered in his filth. The sound of heavy boots and a slamming wooden door brought her back to reality.
“Fuck, I hate when that happens,” she laughed, pushing the remaining cum into her mouth and exiting before the cops came.
I am the perfect little cock sucker!
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