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Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited outside the office. The frosted glass revealed nothing inside and for a moment you considered running away, but then the sound of the knob turning told you there was no going back. You were committed to what you had started.
The door opened to reveal the tall form of Father Stanford “Ford” Pines. He smiled down at you, and he said your name with such kindness and sincerity. “Greetings, my dear. Please come in.”
You wished he wouldn’t call you “my dear”; you weren't sure your heart could take it.
Father Ford had joined your parish a few months ago and had been instantly popular. He said he had needed a break from his “field research”, and seemed to have a great deal of knowledge of the evils of the world. Not just sins and virtues, but creatures as well. Monsters that you had never heard anyone speak of so seriously. But to hear him talk, they were as real as the people sitting next to you in the pew. Some of the older parishioners had whispered when they got a look at the six fingers on his hands. But his passionate Homilies and warm demeanor made sure that the extra fingers were quickly forgotten and he was quickly accepted as part of the parish community. You did notice most people still avoided shaking his hand as they exited mass, though.
You had more than accepted him. He had invaded your heart and your thoughts. His sharp jawline and grey hair had been in your dreams, his deep, sure voice whispered to you, and his 12 fingers had made several appearances in your dreams as well. Dreams that left you panting and wet when you woke up.
Today you visited his office to 'seek counsel' but that was just a cover-up. You just wanted to be near him. It wasn't the first time you had gone to meet with Father Ford but this was the first time you would be alone with him. Just you and him in his office. You weren't even sure what you were going to tell him until you got inside the room.
As the door closed behind you, Father Ford motioned for you to sit in a chair in front of his desk. He sat in a chair next to you instead of going behind his desk, turning it so you were face to face with him. "While I am glad to see you again, I just want to remind you this isn't confession. So remember that if you have anything… serious to tell me."
You nodded. That suited you fine. You didn't want to speak to the Lord, you wanted to speak to the man in front of you.
Father Ford clasped his hands in his lap, fixing you with a serious, but not unkind, stare. "Now tell me, my dear, what did you want to talk about?"
There he goes with that 'my dear' stuff again.
You take a steadying breath, "I have been having dreams, Father, dreams that are very distracting? I guess that's the best word for it." Fr. Ford nodded, but didn't say anything, so you continued. "They have been staying with me even when I am awake. All day I see the images in front of me over and over again."
"May I ask what kind of dreams are you having?"
You were afraid that that was the question he was going to ask. You shifted your focus to his clasped hands, not able to bear looking into his lovely brown eyes for this next part.
"The dreams are very sexual in nature. In them, I am being touched and caressed all over by a man. He whispers to me, telling me how beautiful and desirable I am, describes all the sinful ways He wants to use my body. He touches my face and arms, my breasts and stomach and eventually he reaches between my legs and…"
Father Ford started shifting in his seat, causing you to look up. When had his face turned so red? You couldn't help but think it was cute. He coughed into his fist "You don't need to go into so much detail if it makes you uncomfortable." He settled back in his chair, crossing his legs but keeping his hands clasped. Those beautiful hands. "There is nothing wrong with having sinful thoughts or dreams. It can be a healthy outlet, along with the proper counsel. Do you know who the man in your dreams is?"
Any thought of sidestepping the question or even lying went out the window when looked into his eyes again. His gentle, eager but unassuming gaze undid you. "The man in my dreams is you, Father Stanford. I have been having dreams about you!"
Father Ford stood up at your outburst. He looked… hurt? You stood up as well, still having to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.
"My dear… it's wrong to tease someone who is trying to help you."
"T-tease you?" You were very confused right now.
"Yes. I am trying to help you, but if all you are going to do is make fun of me with such lies… I mean really, someone like you…."
It clicked in your mind; the Father didn't believe you. He couldn't fathom someone finding him desirable. All your nerves melted away at this realization. Now you had something to prove to him.
You closed the small gap between the two of you in one step. Placing a soft hand on his chest, you felt him take a shaky breath at the contact. He looked at you, a mix of pain and longing, like he was holding himself back. "Please, my dear, I am a man of cloth. Don't make claims like that unless …."
You stood on your toes and silenced him with your mouth. Your kiss was firm but also open; you were going to let him make the next move.
After stiffening from the initial contact, you felt the priest melt into you. His arms encircled you and pulled you flush to his firm body. He moaned into your mouth as your tongues met and mingled. Eventually the two of you needed to breathe so you broke the kiss. Father Ford was flush and swayed on his feet. He leaned back against his desk for support, breathing heavily. His smile was bashful as he looked at you, extending a hand to beckon you over. You immediately stepped into his arms, and Fr. Ford chuckled at your eagerness.
"My sweet lamb…" He said as he held you, "I will admit, I have thought of you softly from time to time, since we first met."
"Really, Father? "
"Of course; seeing you in the front pew, so entranced during my homilies, it was hard to miss. Also… you are the only person who isn't afraid to shake my hand at the end of mass."
He held his six fingered palm in between the two of you, as if to prove a point. You take his large hand with both of yours and, looking Father Ford in the eyes, kiss his knuckles. The action draws another shaky breath from his lungs. You smile as you put his hand to your chest with one hand, the other hand reaching up to touch his cheek. He leaned into the contact with another quivering exhale, closing his eyes with a blissful smile. You rub your thumb against his stubbled cheek before leaning in for another kiss. This kiss morphs into a more intense make out session. The kiss deepened and tongues mingled together as your arms snaked around his neck and pulled him closer. Father Ford's own hands got more bold, gliding down your sides and pressing into your hips. He pulled your bodies flush together, kissing a trail down your cheek and onto your neck, moaning your name as he tasted your skin. You had to giggle a little as he continued to nip at your neck.
Now that your lips weren't so busy, you became aware of a sizable bulge the Father was rocking against your belly. He didn't seem aware of the effect you had had on him. Running your hands through his thick (and surprisingly soft) grey hair you whispered into his ear, "I can tell how much you like me, Father."
His movement stilled for a beat before Father Ford gently pushed you off him. He had a hand over his mouth, the other trying to cover the tent in his black pants. "Oh my….. Please forgive me for my lewd action but, heh, it's been so long since I have had such… contact." His face was red and bashful again. He was like a teenager at his first visit to make-out point; you found the action pretty endearing.
Again you closed the gap between the two of you. Fr. Ford avoided eye contact with you until you gently moved his hand from his face. You smiled at each other before going into another kiss. Your hand travels slowly down and cups him through his pants. He breaks the kiss with a gasp at your first contact, his head falling back with a moan.
You watch his reactions as you stroke him. His hands grip the edge of his desk tightly, eyes shut tight, panting. It made you feel desirable but also… powerful. "Tell me, Father, is this the first time I have had this effect on you?" You cooed as you continued your movements.
Father Ford opened his eyes to look at you, still panting. His pupils were blown out with desire, adding to the dark look.
"N-no. In fact, god forgive me, I have also h-had dreams about you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes," his head fell forward as he continued to pant. "Seeing you on your knees every, every week,....it filled my mind with such s-sinful thoughts and images. They would get so intense I-shit- I would have to take care of myself just to get a moment's peace!"
You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. You were wet before from talking about your dreams earlier. But hearing the Father had similar feelings for you, seeing his strong, pious cover come undone at your hands, you were positive your panties were ruined from your slick. But that was something to worry about later.
Father Ford's eyes had slid shut again but they lazily opened when he felt your hand leave his crotch. He gasped, then moaned, your name at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, slowly undoing his belt. He stopped your work by holding onto your hands.
"My sweet lamb, please, you don't have to…" he fell silent when he saw the determined, sultry look on your face. You looked at him, trying to convey your sincerity with just your eyes.
To be double sure he understood, you responded to his worry, "Please, Father, I want to. No, not just want, I need to do this. Let me do this for you."
After a moment of staring at each other, Father Ford slowly removed his hands from yours. You smiled before unbuckling his belt. His fly button and zipper were quickly undone. It didn't take much coaxing from your hand for his hard, and large, member to drop out in front of you.
Your eyes had gone wide as you took him in your hand. He felt so thick, so hot, now that you could touch him skin to skin. You glanced up to see the Father staring intensely down at you, still panting, waiting to see what you would do. You gave him a sly smile before leaning forward and kissing the tip. You flicked your tongue to taste the precum that was leaking from him, then ran up and down the shaft, making it slick with your saliva. Fr. Ford's hands were once again gripping the desk edge but he couldn't take his eyes off you. His Dear, his sweet lamb in front of him, servicing him, making him feel so good. His cock was so hot in your mouth.
You met his eyes as you took him into your mouth, cupping his balls in your hand. It took a few gentle in and outs before your throat had relaxed enough to take him in completely. When your nose came into contact with his pubic hair, the Father's hands were white knuckled on the desk. Well, one hand was; the other 6 fingers were hovering above your head, ready to grab your head. But he was holding himself back again. Slowly, still keeping eye contact, you leaned back, letting his cock leave your mouth. About halfway, you reached up and guided the unsure hand to the back of your head. As the head of his penis left your mouth you said, "I meant what I said, Father, I want to do this. Show me how to make you feel good. Don't hold back."
Father Ford swallowed thickly, then nodded. As you took him in your mouth again, you felt the pressure of his hand guiding you. You hummed in approval around his length, earning another moan from him. You continued for the next few moments, letting Fr. Ford guide you with how deep and fast you should go. His face was flushed with a hypnotized look on his face. Over the sloppy wet noises, you could just make out snippets of what he was saying.
"Oh God, so good… my sweet lamb, you are doing so good…ah, yes, Lord please….. For-forgive my weak…. Ah!…. Don't stop…. Don't stop…."
His fingers tightened their grip in your hair as you continued, pulling another hum of approval from you. The hand not busy caressing the priests balls reached down between your own legs. You were so turned on there was no more waiting; the ache was too much. You caught Father Ford's eyes again as you stroked your throbbing clit. The sight of you touching yourself seemed to break the last bit of restraint he had in him.
"Oh, God. I can't, I'm going to…." He managed to choke out before forcing your head down on his cock with a hard deep groan. You could feel him throbbing as he came down your throat, semen thick from being repressed for who knows how long. Your eyes watered but you swallowed his load, humming around his cock and pressing him deeper into you, not wanting to spill a drop.
As his orgasm subsided, Fr. Ford slid out of your mouth, the head exiting with a small pop that made you smile.
Still panting, he collapsed in the nearby chair, tucking his softening cock back into his pants and zipping up. Without bothering with his belt, Fr. Ford leaned forward to gather you in his arms. You settled into his lap, head buried against the black and white collar of his shirt, while he stroked your hair down, whispering praises to you in the afterglow. "Oh my dear, my sweet lamb, you made me feel so good. Is there something I can do to help you feel..." He trailed off but you understood what he was asking.
You chuckled softly, "Not today; I got all the pleasure I needed. But you have been calling me Lamb all day today."
His hand stopped "Do you not like it?"
"I didn't say that; just wanted to know where it came from."
Father Ford hummed in thought, his hand moving again. "It seemed appropriate. Before today, I thought of you as something pure, something I wanted to protect."
"And now…?"
"Now I think of how eager you were to come to me. I still want to protect you, but in a more… possessive way."
Father Ford tilted your head up after a moment and kissed you. Whether he wasn't able to taste himself on your lips, or could and just didn't care, you couldn't tell at the moment. He smiled as you parted, one hand caressing your cheek. "I hope that this won't be the last time. Will you come to me for counsel again?"
There was a lot unspoken in that question, things that would have to be discussed. You knew both of you would have to have a serious talk about what this relationship was. But for now...
You held his hand against your cheek, nuzzling into him. "Of course I will."