Thread: The Semminary- phtlc and Babygirl67

This was going so much better than even I had thought, almost as if the whole thing had been a product of my dark and devious little mind. Tilting my head back as I worked him, thighs straining water swirling around our bodies like a sensual whirlpool, releasing the scent of the bathsalts and filling my senses. It was all so much, the feel of him inside me stretched to the limits of even what I was used to, the sight of us in the mirrors, an onslaught of erotic pleasures. The best part was when poor Vincento lost it all, his precious control, his morals, his high and mighty attitude, gone in an instant as the animalistic urges took over. There was a man inside that supercilious little prick after all. He was the one who had grasped my breast in his hand with carnal intent, his mouth a breath away from mine as soft lips barely grazed my own sensitized skin. He who had clutched at firm hips as hot jets of sperm filled my womb, his pistoning out of control, sending me over that precipice as well. Now, looking down at a face twisting in an effort to hold back waves of tears, I felt no remorse, not one iota of shame for taking him down this dark path. Angel, tell me, why are you crying? Do you weep for your lost virginity? Overrated. Your loss of moral high ground, your fall from grace? I leaned in close, my breath a delicate brush across his flushed skin...Did you ever once stop to think that perhaps, just perhaps......you are as god made you? My tongue did a slow torturous dance over his lips...That he handed me to you, not to punish, but to reward you, lead you down the path you were meant to take. Vincento, sweet angel that he was, mine, all mine. I crushed the giggle that threatened to erupt as my mind raced. He was beaten, but I had to tread carefully, I didn't want to break my new toy, I had plans for our playtime. The pleasures that awaited my little priest, if he only knew what I had in store for him. I stroked his hair back from his face with a loving, gentle touch..Angel, a truly penitent man would have never done what you did, never succumbed to the lust that had you in it's hands. My lips moved to his ear, licking and sucking at the earlobe, tugging at it with my teeth..I felt you Vincento, felt you lose that iron control, seizing my hips, ....fucking me angel. Your body wanted it all, and somewhere deep inside you did too. It wasn't me, you can't make me take the blame. I held his body to mine, skin to skin, lush softness to the hard planes of his body, reveling in the pure sensation of closeness as he shrank inside me and I could see the torment in his eyes as he came to terms with the part of him that was dying slowly inside. The part that he had always held over all over them was taking a tumble from the pedestal and part of her celebrated it, the other felt for him, it was a hard lesson. Standing up, water sluicing off her firm curves, droplets glistening in the sunlight that poured thru the skylights, my image reflecting back at me from all sides. I held out one slim hand to him..Come angel, lets get you dried off. I waited till he climbed out of the tub, shame darkening his features and wrapped a warmed towel around him, rubbing briskly till he was dried off, then tucking another around my own body. I lead him into my bedroom, so very passive at the moment, my beautiful Vincento...my new pet.