I was living in a small village in a religious cult. it has always been the usance that, when the unmarried women turn 20 they have to adjudicate whether they wan na offer themselves to live in the harem of the great priest and service as paramour for him and for significant guest visiting the metropolis - a very high accolade for the girl and her family - if she 's chosen. alternatively they can exist a veritable live and marry.

For me it was decided by my family a long fourth dimension ago that i 'd be offered up. I grew up knowing this and never fought it - although the idea scared me a lot. my 20th birthday was going to be a big deal, a huge party that had been prepared months in onward motion.

On the day my mother, two of my auntie and a first cousin gathered to ready me for the offer. i was bathed, removed of all dead body fuzz, pampered with application and perfume, every fibril of my hair put in it 's correct blank space and white flowers were woven into it. i was dressed in gabardine intimate apparel - a first for me. Generally women in my finish did n't wear frivolous things like that - but since I was considered a talent for the high up priest ....

My cousin had chosen a flip-flop with a lace forepart and a matching bra. Never having bought intimate apparel before, unfortunately she did n't pick the right size. The thong was very tight, i was afraid i 'd rip it apart putting it on. very carefully I managed to pull it in place. the material cut into my sensitive skin, the breast part rode up between my slit sassing - it was very uncomfortable. The bra was even more mismatched in sizing. My cousin had to help me close the clasp. when i pulled the straps over my shoulder the cups pressed my breasts together and the material did n't even overlay my nipples. but there was no Sir Thomas More time and no alternative .... My thin lily-white attire was put on me. The fabric was n't exactly sheer, but depending on my movement my exposed nipples were outlined under it ....

My entire menage and half the village in tow we made our way to the old village church service. There on the steps before the entree I 'd be offered - and hopefully accepted. The non-Christian priest was already waiting. He was standing in the threshold and his huge figure seemed to loom over the gathering people at the bottom of the stairs. Without a word of honor he gestured to my Father of the Church to bring me to him. i stood on the step below him. he put his bridge player on my question and pushed it back so i had to wait decent up to him. He inspected my face. His other hand ran over it, his thumb sailing over my sassing, suddenly parting them and pushing it into my backtalk. Now his other handwriting wandered over my soundbox, easily detected my bare mamilla under my dress. I blushed in embarassment. But he stopped there and turned to the hoi polloi staring at the scenery in expectation.

'' I thank you for your offer '', he said. He turned around, putting one hand in my neck and leading me into the church. a couple of men were sitting on the benches. church functionary, some Thelonious Monk, the mayor of the village ... .. witnesses for my knowledgeableness. the non-Christian priest led me directly up to the altar. my entire body was shivering. he pulled me towards him, leaned down and whisper right into my ear : `` do n't dread this, my petty whore, you are made for this ... and i 'll learn you everything you need to know ''. i felt his hot breathing spell on my boldness and then his immense tongue whacking over my face.

he pushed down on my shoulder joint making me kneel down, leaned back against the Lord's table. Standing with his legs apart he suddenly opened his robe - and stood before me completely naked underneath. his huge, somewhat vertical tool rightfulness in figurehead of my facial expression. terror swept over me. i did n't bed what to do, i did n't want to do this, everything inside me was screaming : run ! ! but before i could even move he curled up my pilus around his hand, so he had a tight grip on my head, yanking it back a little. his other manus was around his cock, stroking it lightly and guiding it towards my back talk. `` open up my lilliputian toy '' he said in a low vocalism. i hesitated, pressing my sass together. with a quick crusade of his handwriting he quickly twisted my hairsbreadth around it hard, making me oink more out of surprisal then nuisance. but he managed to use my deficiency of focussing to drive the tip of his putz between my rim. i tried to sway my head, but could n't even move a little bit. he pressed on and moved in a little deeper. desperately i tried to campaign my tongue against it to forestall him from going further. he started to moan. `` yes, use your tongue ! you know what to do you dirty slut ! '' he pulled my head backwards. `` open your center ! spirit at me '' his face came closer, forcing me to look right-hand at him. `` do n't close down your center ! i wan na spirit into them the entire time i do this ! ! ! '' his voice was comanding, menacing. he seemed to savour my desperation. slowly he pulled my head towards him. `` LOOK INTO MY EYES ! '' his cock easily gliding recondite inspite of my natural language pressing against it. i started to gag. but he did n't break off. he just slapped my head whenever i closed my eyes. i could feel him inside my throat, like i had to swallow something huge. i could only watch my breathing space whenever he pulled back a little. he kept staring into my eyes, moaning every time he thrusted into my mouth.

'' God, you little beef, this is so hot ! ! ! I 've never been turned on by facefucking mortal this much ! ! ! '' his thrusting got faster and harder. it felt like each time he tried to go in even bass, holding it there a little longer, watching me struggling for air. `` you 're gon na take a shit me cum you lilliputian bitch ! ! god, this is too hot ! ! ! '' he pulled back and thrusted into me again, now pushing my head onto him with both hands. his grunting and moaning grew even louder. i could feel his cock pulsating inside me. another thrust, and another. then he yelled out : `` FUCK YES, BITCH '' his voice echoing through the church. he thrusted all the way in and held it there. his nut pressed against my mouth. inside me he 's pulsating and twitching as he comes. he grunts, moan and oath. i ca n't breath. finally he pulls back a little. i gasp for air, reliefed that it 's finally over. but as i try to draw in away even further his clench tightens again. `` what are you doing pussycat ? we 're just getting started '' he 's still out of intimation, his voice returned to the calm menacing tone it had before. `` you just keep sucking gently until i 'm intemperately again ! it 's your fault, after all, that i came so soon ... '' he smiled at me sadistically as he slowly started to move my head back and Forth again. `` come on, little girl, suck it ! like it 's a huge straw ! '' i heard somebody laughing in the background knowledge and was reminded of the audience that i had completely forgotten about once he had started tormenting me.

Very quickly i could feel his prick grow harder and bigger again in my rima oris. he started to shove more as he got excited again. but then he pushed my read/write head back and pulled out. he grabbed my arm, pulled me to my metrical foot and steered me around the Lord's table. he lifted me onto it with one arm and then pushed my body down so i came to lie on it on my back, feeling the cold, hard stone in my back, my head hanging over the border of the mesa. i saw the early men sitting in their buns. virtually of them had at least one hand in their crotch. the mayor actually had opened his drawers and was openly stroking his putz. i closed my eyes just as i felt the non-Christian priest hand on my cleavage, ripping my wearing apparel apart with one quick motion. `` looking at this '' he yelled out. instinctively i lifted my caput : he stared onto my breasts being squashed and pressed out of the tight bra, my bare nipples hardened from the cold air .... `` they package my offer in an unacquainted little dress, but underneath she 's dressed like a dirty whore ; like somebody who needs to be fucked all day long ... ! ! ! '' with that he grinned at me, put one hired hand on each of my bosom and squeezed them so tough that i screamed out, my top dog falling back down. he lay on top of me, pressing my body harder into the stone altar. his oral cavity lowered onto my rectify breast. it felt wet and warm as he appeared to be trying to charter it into his lip completely. but then he started chewing on it, sucking really surd, biting into my nipple, sucking it again, while his other hand clawed into my left wing breast and kneaded it savagely. i felt like being attacked by a starved fauna feasting on me. `` god, you 're gon na be the star in my harem with those tits ! with these you 're a born whore ! ! ! these are made for public consumption ! ! ! '' he switched over with his mouth to the other side, making me thigh-slapper as he bit my mammilla. his handwriting wandered between my legs, rubbing over my G-string, feeling the contribution of my purulent sassing that were n't covered by the material. instinctively i pressed my branch together. `` HEY ! is this how a dirty little whore like you behaves ? ! ! '' he stood up grabbed me at my hips and turned me around. my torso slammed down on the communion table. he pushed down on me. my tortured boob actually welcomed the cool temperature of the stone. he grabbed my left wing arm and pulled it behind my back, made me bend the ellbow completely and ties my wrist tightly to my pep pill arm. he did the same thing to the other arm and used the eternal rest of the rope to bind my upper berth weapon system together. i had to lift my brain and bend backwards to continue the ropes from cutting into my blazonry too much. i looked at the interview. now more than one man has opened his pant. in the second base row i recognized mr. rowling, my 5th score religious belief teacher who works for the church ... stroking a hard stopcock, his eyes glazed over.

my stage got push apart as the priest stepped between them. his hand ran over my ass, between the crack and downwards following the material of my thong. as he arrived at the front function of the garment, he reached inside it with his fingerbreadth, his entire helping hand and pulled the lash aside, exposing everything, but still letting the material cut into my build on the side. horrified i could now sense him rubbing his hard cock over my pussy. he pushed against the porta. i started to struggle, wiggled my body around, made him drop off.

'' Noo, please '' i begged silently. `` YEEES, PLEASE '' he growled into my ear. `` you little whore made me harder than i 've ever been, you better finish this now ! '' with that he pushed my heading down. with his left knee joint he pushed up my leg until he had room enough to prop up his knee on the communion table. again he started pushing against my slit, opening me up slowly. he breathed heavily. millimeter by millimeter his cock advanced into me. `` GOD, YOU 'RE TIGHT, LITTLE lady of pleasure '' he yelled out, then thrusted into me punishing. i screamed out. the mayor in the first row grunted like a pig as he came. the non-Christian priest bowed down to whisper in my ear again : `` yeah, scream, you minuscule whore, i love it when you scream ! it 's gon na make me cum so hard ! ! ! '' he pulled back and thrusted into me again. my entire body got dragged over the Lord's table by that force and involuntarily i scream out again. unfortunately it really seemed to rick him on even more. he fucked me harder and harder. occasionally he grabbed me by the neck and made me bend backwards so hard, that my white meat were up in the air to `` offer something to the audience '' - as he put it. in their hindquarters one guy after the other came watching the `` show ''. Only the priest kept going on, moaning and cursing again like before. he rammed into me so hard that my leg got slammed into the altar over and over. my screams had died down from exhaustion. that 's when he grabbed my pap again with both hands and started squeezing them. `` scream you small bitch, make me cum '' he whispered, pinching my nipples. and i did screech ! and that 's where he lost ascendence. thrusting into me, pulling himself towards me by his bridge player clawed into my tit he moaned and grunted as he came in an vast orgasm. i could experience his huge cock pulsating inside me as he pressed into me so rich ... he was breathing heavily in my face as he panted : `` you tight trivial fucktoy .... that was so amazing ! you take a break now, but i will see you tonight after dinner ... .. '' With that he let go of my ache, limp body and left me laying on the altar