Another delay, but only a couple days. Jayden was too busy to put up the post, even though I wrote it on time. 😉 It is her blog, after all.
~Richard
Chelsea grinned, “Of course, father. What’s the point of being a bad girl if you can’t share it with other people?”
She took the cockring and gave it a few test stretches, opened his zipper and pulled out his cock.
“Mmmmm, father, you’re very hard. Are you sure you aren’t sinning?” she asked, kissing her way down the shaft.
“If a hardon is a sin, all the more reason to take care of it,” said Arnold.
Chelsea slid the ring over his head and down to the base of his shaft. “You can put this on a bunch of different ways, but we’ll start with the basic since it’s your first time.”
She started bobbing her head on his cock, slipping deeper and deeper each time as Arnold moaned and his cock throbbed.
“Mmmm, how do you like it, father?” she asked. “This isn’t the first time some naughty little slut has sucked your cock, is it?”
“What are you implying?”
“That you’d have shot your load by now if you were really a virgin. Although I’m sure your toy is helping,” she moaned when she felt him throb again.
“I put all that behind me when I joined the priesthood.”
Chelsea giggled and slid all the way down, letting her tongue dance out over the cockring as she held back a gag.
“Fuck!”
She pulled back and licked her lips, “Such language, father. I figured you’d put that behind you as well.”
“Your wicked ways are corrupting me.”
“Why don’t I put you behind me?” She climbed onto the bed on all fours and shook her ass at him. “Maybe you can fuck the bad out of me.”
Arnold climbed onto the bed behind her. “If beating it out of you didn’t work, I doubt this’ll help.” He took a moment to rub the red marks on her cheeks, sending her into a shiver.
“Something is coming out. Feel my thong.”
His fingers slid lower, finding the sopping wet fabric.
“Fuck.”
“Do it, father. Take me. Bad girls like me are only good for one thing. Put me in my place.” She gasped when Arnold yanked the thong to the side, the fabric cutting into her skin a little, then moaned when his hard cock slid easily into her dripping cunt.
“God did make all of us for a reason. No reason to deny your purpose.”
“Mmmm, fuck, teach me my purpose. Fuck me until I memorize every vein on your fat fucking prick. I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so hard.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt you so wet.”
“You never hit me like that before.”
“Is that what I should do if I want sex? Just slap you on the ass a couple times and you’ll be dripping.”
Chelsea slammed her hips back, forcing him in as deep as she could. “Am I that easy? Yes. Yes, I am.”
He shoved his hips down against hers, his weight forcing her down into the bed. “You’re going to have to clean up the mess you’re making,” he whispered in her ear.
“I’ll fucking lick these sheets clean every night if it gets me fucked like this.”
He didn’t say anything, just grunted and fucked her harder than ever, stretching her out and reaching deeper.
“Fuck… getting close… keep going…” Chelsea panted, wriggling desperately, reaching for the last bit to push herself over the edge. “Bite me!”
Too lost in his lust, Arnold tilted his head, his teeth grazing her shoulder.
“Harder!” she searched for the pain that’d send her over.
He bit down at the base of her neck and that was it. She screamed, entire body tensing, her cum soaking the sheets. Wordless sounds poured out of her mouth as she rode our her orgasm, and Arnold kept pounding her pussy. After a few seconds, he let out a gasp that she recognized just enough to regain some of her senses.
“Do it! Baptize my cunt, father. Cum in me!”
He groaned and forced his hips down one last time, before spraying deep inside her.
“Oh my god, Chelsea!”
“Just like that! Just like that! Deep! Deep! Knock me up!”
He slumped down on top of her, as their breathing slowly matched and returned to normal.
“That was… something,” he said.
Chelsea half rolled her head, getting her mouth off the pillow. “Do we need to talk about it?”
“Maybe in a little bit. When there’s more blood in my brain.”
She wriggled his cock out of her and rolled over, looking up at him as she reached for the cock ring. He nodded, then sucked in a breath as she slid it off.
“How about we just cuddle for now?” she asked, opening her arms.
“Sounds good to me,” he said, and leaned in, wrapping his own arms around her.
Remember: “Forgive me father for I have sinned,” and “Sorry, daddy, I’ve been bad,” are not the same thing.
J R Vincente 