Notes to the reader:
This is the second instalment of this story. I recommend reading the first before continuing.
All characters are over 18.
Warning: there are elements of non-consensual sex.
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Rosa was on her knees in front of Father Delaney. Her pert little tits were exposed. Her shirt was torn open to her bellybutton. Her face was staring up at him in devotion, both his and her cum dripping from her plump cherry lips.
He leaned against his desk and looked down at her in a paternal way. And his rock-hard cock pointed at her, glistening with their juices and her saliva. He watched her, waiting to see how long she would hold this submissive pose. It soon became clear that she would kneel in front of him for as long as he wanted. His cock jerked at the thought. She was so utterly his, it was mind-blowing. She had so quickly given herself over to him.
She had come into his office afraid and innocent, but already wet. He realised now what a slut she was deep inside. His trusting, beautiful, sexy little slut.
"How are you doing, Rosa?" he asked in a kindly voice. He had been rough with her and he wanted to continue to encourage the love she had for him. He had to strike a balance between cruel and caring dominance.
She stared up at him, her big almond eyes shining with desire. Her whole body was taught with sexual need. A droplet of cum fell from her wet black pubes on to the floor. There was a small puddle directly under her sore, open pussy.
"Answer me, Rosa. And tell me the truth. God will know if you lie and so will I. How are you doing?"
She swallowed, her large eyes never leaving his.
"I am very h...happy, Father."
He was a little stunned, but then he smiled. She was, indeed, perfect.
"Happy, Rosa? What has made you happy?"
She looked confused for a moment, but he saw that she was opening herself up, searching within herself and wanting only to tell him her deepest truth. She trusted him completely. And in his own way, he knew he was the perfect person for her to open up to.
"I am happy because...because now I know why I am wet all the time."
"And why is that, Rosa?"
She smiled. It was a smile of pure joy and devotion. "So that I can do what you tell me, Father."
For the first time in a long time, Father Delaney thanked God.
"Yes, Rosa. That is exactly right. And what does that make you?"
"Your slut," she said without hesitation.
"Yes. My slut. Exactly. Now, I want you to understand what that means. But in order for you to hear me with the ears of God, I need you to stand up and bend over the desk again."
She stood up immediately. He moved aside and watched her take her position. She planted her feet wide on the ground, stretched out her arms and put her hands on the far side of the desk, stretching out her back, arching it so that her ass was up in the air. Her ass cheeks were still red raw from the spanking and her pussy lips, red as well, dripped with her seemingly endless juice mixed with his cum. He stood behind her, his erection pushing into her ass crack, and moved his hands to her stomach. As he unbuttoned the remainder of her shirt, he began to talk to her, his voice low and steady, masterful and calm.
"Being my slut is a not a calling to be taken lightly. And it is that, my dear little Rosa. A calling. A sacred calling. One that you must never take lightly and give yourself to without hesitation and doubt. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father."
He opened up her shirt and began to slide it down her slender shoulders, bending over her as he did so. His voice was closer to her ear now and she could feel the heat of his breath in her neck. She pushed her peachy ass into his groin. He spanked her.
"Sluts do not get to decide when they receive satisfaction. Do you understand?"
She froze.
"Yes, Father. Sorry Father."
He stroked her ass cheek.
"I know you'll learn."
He continued to remove her shirt, her arms raised behind her so he could slide it off. He held her arms up there by the wrists, forcing her chest to press into the desk, arching her back even more. With his free hand he stroked along her spine and her waist, relishing the softness of her flesh.
"As my slut, you will find salvation through the cleansing rituals. Rituals like the ones we are enacting now. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father. I want you to cleanse me."
He let her hands go and she placed them obediently on either side of her head.
"That's a good slut," he murmured, stroking her red ass again, every once in a while holding on to a handful and then letting go to watch it move. It hardly moved, but that little jiggle of her soft creamy flesh sent bolts of lightning into his cock.
He began to rub the length of his cock along her dripping slit.
"And as my slut, you will accept every ritual without fear. You will feel pain, but you are my slut and you must trust that everything I do will bring you pleasure and therefor grace. Have you not already felt grace today? Have you not felt the presence of God?"
She was fighting the urge to rock back and forth, to rub her pussy on his cock as he pushed along her open cunt agonizingly slowly. His breath was more shallow now and the control in his voice was slipping. He could hear her soft moans of pleasure and he saw her nails digging into the top of the desk.
"Answer me, slut. Are you not feeling the presence of God right now?"
He nudged the head of his cock against her clit and she jolted. Her body seemed perpetually poised at the verge of an orgasm. What could be more divine than that?
"Yes, Father."
"Do you want to feel God inside you, slut?"
"Oh God yes, Father!" she screamed as she came, her body vibrating, her knees buckling. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them open, exposing her little twitching asshole. He grabbed his cock, wet from her pussy juices, and began to push his large bulbous cock head into her tight little hole. Thanks to her orgasm and how slippery his cock was, he managed to pop the tip in before she could tighten.
She squealed and shot forward. The movement lifted her feet off the floor and he still held on to her ass with one large hand, while the other kept his meaty cock in her asshole. The whole of the head was in her clenching hole and she was grunting with discomfort. He wanted to tell her it would be alright, but his body was too busy. He had lost words. All he wanted was to shove his cock deep in her ass and fuck her hard.
She did her best to stop wriggling and tried to relax, her legs dangling off the desk, her ass cheeks spread wide open. He fed his rock-hard cock into the tightest hole he had ever delved into, inch by inch disappearing in her little puckered hole. He took his hand off his cock so he could grab her properly by the hips and pull her ass towards him.
He was almost completely inside her, sweat dripping down his temple, his breath coming out in short, damp bursts. Before the base of his cock reached her hole, he pulled out, a bit quicker, until only the head was left. Then he pushed back in, faster again, stopping just before the base. He pulled out, pushed back in, pulled out, pushed back in, pulled out. Paused. Then he slammed in to the hilt.
And as he was buried in her virgin ass, balls deep, he began to speak to her again.
"You're such a good slut, Rosa. Taking all of me in your tight little ass."
He spread open her ass cheeks again and began to fuck her asshole. He watched his cock pump in and out of her little sphincter. Her ass gripped his cock like a vice, milking it as he thrust in and out of her. As he got into a rhythm he noticed that she had gone from silently suffering to softly enjoying. She let out a soft moan every time his cock bottomed out in her, every time his balls slapped her sodden pussy.
The sound of his big cock pistoning in and out of her tight little ass became audible, punctuated by the slap of flesh, her moans and his grunts.
"You like being taken like a whore? Do you? Such a good fucking slut. Taking your priest's cock all the way in your little ass. Oh god, you're so fucking tight."
He began to fuck into her harder, his hands digging into her flesh to keep her in place. Her upper body moved back and forth with his thrusts, her tits mashed into the desk, the edge digging into her upper thighs. But all she could feel was pleasure, deep and inescapable. Her ass was being ripped open, her insides were being fucked raw, her skin was on fire from his brutal hands and she knew she would come again and again because it all felt so fucking good.
"You're such a perfect little slut, Rosa. You feel so fucking good."
He slowed down his strokes, long and deep, as one of his hands travelled up the arch of her back, up her neck and into her hair. He grabbed the ponytail and yanked it, lifting her head and her chest up off the desk. This changed the angle, opening up her ass to him even more.
"I'm going to cum into your slutty little ass. Every time you take cum inside you, you're being cleansed. Every time you swallow cum, every time cum is dumped in your whore pussy and every time the inside of your ass is painted with cum, that's when you are cleansed."
He pushed in and out of her, maintaining his slow and deep thrusts. He tugged on her hair, bringing her up even more. His other hand went to her tits. He rubbed one little breast with his big hand, squeezing it roughly, pulling at the erect little nipple.
"Yes, Father, yes, please," she moaned.
"And because you're such a slut, Rosa, you have to be cleansed over and over and over..."
At each 'over', he pushed his cock in all the way. He repeated it over and over and began to speed up. He let go of her tits and wrapped his arm around her chest, clamping his hand down on her shoulder, holding her in place so he could fuck into her hard and fast.
He pounded her ass, the room full of the sound of the slap of flesh. Cum that was still dripping from her pussy spattered at every thrust.
