I loved sitting in Father Richard's big church office. I could feel the sexual tension the moment I stepped through the threshold. I took my usual seat in one of the big wing-back chairs that faced his massive oak desk. He was sitting at his desk reading, his glasses perched practically at the end of his noise, he was intense, studying carefully what was before him.
I sat down and noticed that the tea service was already on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I smiled, I loved my weekly visits to Father Tom. I was relishing the quiet, but sexually tense moments, not really knowing what was in store for me with each visit.
Father Richard had specifically requested that I come to his office today, not to the confessional as I had been doing the past couple of visits...so here I was, waiting for my next adventure. I didn't have to wait long. There was a light knock on the door and then it opened.
"Right on time," Father Richard commented to the visitor. "This is Elizabeth, she's the young lady with the sexual lust problems I was telling you about. Elizabeth, this is Father Chris. Father Chris will be assisting me today with your session."
Father Chris was a small balding man. He was dressed in his black trousers and shirt, collar. He was quite short but seemed to be physically fit. He appeared to be much younger than Father Richard. He extended his hand to shake my hand upon our introduction. I shook his hand and noticed how smooth and soft his hands were...small hands, almost like a woman's hand...he had big brown eyes and spoke very softly.
Father Richard closed the book he was reading and laid it upon his desk. He took off his glasses and looked across his desk at me. Then he got up and went to the tea service waiting on the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa and poured us all a cup of tea. Father Chris sat next to Father Richard on the sofa.
"Stand right here, Elizabeth," Father Richard told me as I was about to sit in the easy chair on the end of the coffee table. I did as I was told. "Undress her," he instructed Father Chris. I wasn't sure what to think about this but stood there still while Father Chris stood up and came over to me and started unbuttoning my blouse and then my skirt...his hands were warm and his touch very light and gentle. He laid my clothes on the easy chair as he continued to remove my bra and then slid my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and he laid those on top of my outer clothes. Father Richard watched intensly. I could feel my pussy lips swelling as each article was removed. I could see that Father Chris had a hard on, I could tell by the tent rising out of his trousers...and I began to wonder how big his cock was...when would I get to see just how big he was or if it was little...
"Elizabeth, down on your knees," Father Richard demanded. I obeyed getting down on my knees in front of Father Chris. "You may proceed." Father Richard nodded to Father Chris. Father Chris unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his trousers and pulled them down and off after taking off his shoes...he had on black briefs which did not hide his erection. He then removed his black shirt and collar...then without hesitation he removed his black undershirt and briefs, leaving on only his black socks.
His erection was magnificent! He had to be at least 8 inches in length and quite a wide girth to his cock. I noted that he was a bit smaller than Father Richard in cock size.
His cock-head was already swollen and a dark red, leaking of precum...I must've been licking my lips as Father Richard chuckled his observation.
"Looks like Elizabeth is ready to get right to her Cock Worshiping, she's already licking her lips in anticipation of getting your cockmeat in her mouth."
I blushed as he spoke knowing that I was obviously a very naughty, nasty girl...my pussy was throbbing with excitement I could hardly wait to get that hard cock in my mouth...Father Chris stepped up to me kneeling on the floor. He offered me his hard manmeat and I looked over at Father Tom before continuing.
