The Bishop, His Slut, And A Third Party 12
My heart is racing, I can feel it beat heavily like it’s trying knock my chest open. I don’t know what to expect but I know that it’s good news because my Daddy has been found. Of course he is alive. If not, the Bishop wouldn’t have sent for me so casually. Truth is, so what if Daddy is alive? Do I want to go back to him? After all that has passed, do I still have feelings for him? After all I have experienced with Savior and now the Bishop, will I still feel the same with him? Things has changed, a whole lot of change. As I approach the door, the man in uniform makes to open the door for me but I signal him not to. I am not ready to go in just yet, I am too nervous and my palms are sweaty. I am not ready for whatever news that is waiting for me at the other side of the door. I am standing here, at the door that holds the next step to my future. I take a few deep breaths before signaling the man to go ahead and open it. I pretend as if I didn’t notice his curious stares. Who can blame him? I was acting like a lost child.
“Hello Blondie, what took you so long?” the Bishop greets me with a smile as soon as I walk in.
“Good day Your Lordship. I’m sorry, I was sleeping when Flora came to tell me that you asked to see me. Is everything okay?”
“The PI just left, he said he had an urgent case to attend to, I asked him to leave since he’s already done with your case. There was no point keeping him here since I can pass the information to you.”
“So?”
“Why don’t you sit down first?”
Why is he talking about sitting down? How do I let him know that I am comfortable just standing here? Besides, if it was good news he wouldn’t care if I am hanging in the air. But I don’t want to be rude, I pull a chair and sit opposite Bishop Marc.
“I can see you are nervous. Relax Blondie.”
“I’m relaxed Your Lordship. Please tell me.”
“Yes, like I said earlier, I have to give you the new myself because the Private Investigator had to leave for an emergency. Blondie, I want you to know that, no matter what the out come is, you can rely on me 100%. I will always be here for you, my house is your home. You will always be welcomed here.”
If only Bishop Marc knows how much he’s boring me with this speech, he wouldn’t have bothered. In my head, all I can hear is ‘bla bla bla bla’. Is he scared that now that my Daddy has been found, I am going to leave him? I am not even sure if I want to go back to him anymore, especially if he is still with my mother, she will kill me. I think I just heard the Bishop say something. I’m not sure what he said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you clearly.”
“I said he’s long been buried.”
“Sorry, What? Who has been buried.”
I watch as Bishop Marc leaves his seat and walks up to me. He comes close to me and tries to hold me but I get up, refusing him from holding me, I quickly rush to another corner of his office. My emotions are every where, I don’t know if to scream or cry. How do I react? I just don’t know.
“He died Blondie. I’m so sorry, but before the ambulance came, he had lost a lot of blood and the doctors said that the bullet had punctured his heart. I am really sorry Blessing. Please let me give you a hug, let me just hug you.”
“Don’t you dare touch me, you don’t know what you are saying. Get another PI. I feel him in my heart, I know he is still alive.”
“Here are the pictures from his burial Blessing. See for yourself.”
Bishop Marc pulls out some photos from the brown envelop and hands them over to me. I can only look at two of it. I see mother and my siblings all dressed in black and sitting by a very fancy coffin surrounded by flowers. And I see a picture of my Daddy on the side. I can merely make it to the third picture. I throw the envelop and the pictures on the floor and immediately run out of the Bishop’s office.
“Blondie, please wait.” he calls out but I just keep running pushing the security guy who was outside the door. Hearing that the Bishop was calling me, he tried to stop me, but the Bishop yells at him not to put his hand on me and he immediately steps aside. I run as fast as I can. I notice that the gate has just been opened for a car to drive in and I quickly make my way towards it.
“Shut that gate. Don’t let her through it. Shut it but don’t touch her.”
Since he’s asked them not to grab me, there is no way anyone can stop me before I make it pass the gates. I can hear him screaming “Fast, go get Flora. Hurry up. Get the car, go after her, don’t loose her, go now.”
I run, I just keep running. Where am I going? I don’t know. But I am overwhelmed by a lot of emotions. Sadness, anger, frustrations. This is my reality, I can’t believe it, but mother has finally gotten her way. I have the blood of my Daddy on my hands, I am officially a murderer. God why? How can this happen? How do I make mother pay for this? The only thing that can help me is that phone, the video recording on that phone that got stolen. What do I do? Somebody has to pay for my Daddy’s blood. My siblings have to know that I didn’t kill their father, but how? This is just too much for me, I can’t take it anymore, I am not a murderer, I did not kill him, but now he’s dead. I didn’t want him to die, I have on my hands the blood of the first man who ever really loved me.
“Daddy, please forgive me, I did not mean to kill you. It was a mistake, if mother didn’t struggle for the gun with me this wouldn’t have happened. You paid the ultimate price for me daddy, because if you didn’t get shot, mother would have killed me. Daddy please forgive me,” I cry.
I’m on the street, wailing like a mother that just lost her child, people are starring at me but I don’t care. They can stare at me all they want, I feel no shame. What is shame compared to having the blood of your lover on your hands? I am not prepared for this, how do I go through life with this heavy guilt on my conscience? What do I do? This means I will be on the run for the rest of my life. I had hoped that one day, I will return home to face my siblings and put my mother in jail, but this is the end of the road for me, there is no going back. I will spend the rest of my life with the Bishop. I can’t even get married? Who will marry a woman without a womb? My womb was destroyed by my own mother, she said the substance she injected into my juice was going to wash my womb away with the baby. Ohhhh! I can see the blood right now, all that blood came out of me. I’m guessing mother thinks I’m dead by now, she assured me that I was going to bleed to death. Could that be the reason the police are no longer searching for me? I need to go to the church, I need to talk to someone about how I am feeling right now, I feel like dying. Where is death when you need it?
I’m tired of running, I need to take a break to think about my life. I really need to talk to someone, I need to confide in someone I can trust, this burden is too much for me. Daddy may have prepared me sexually for the world, but he did not say anything about how to deal with sadness or how to deal with a heavy bruden. Although his solution to everything was sex, sex and more sex. I see a church at the corner of the street. I walk into the church premises. It is very quiet and peaceful here. I won’t bother going inside, I will rather take a seat at the park beside the church. It’s just a little garden with benches under a bunch of trees. I walk to the back and sit down. I can’t seem to find my tears anymore, I am just exhausted. I sit here and think of my sweet Daddy, he had thought me all I needed to know about the art of love making, he was so perfect in the bedroom, an amazing lover. I can’t believe I hated him so much for many years, I should have given myself to him earlier. I wish he didn’t wait till I was eighteen. I wasted my adolescent years hating him, only to end up loving him so hard that I was willing to carry his child and risk my life for him. I’m sure he knows I loved him and never meant for him to die. I miss him, I miss his kisses, I miss his naughtiness, I miss the way he licked my nipples sweetly till I came hard, I miss his sweet dirty talks. It’s because of him I talk so dirty a lot and I love being talked dirty to. I miss you my Daddy so much. I can’t believe that just thinking about him right now is making me wet and horny. Well, I can’t blame myself, he made me this way, he turned me into a Nympho, a Cum slut. Gosh! I would give anything to see him one more time and fuck him for the last time. I need to go on an adventure and dedicate it to his memory. That man loved me with all his heart, call it a forbidden love, but I don’t regret it.
I see a very pretty woman coming out of the church. Something does not just seem right about her. First, it is a week day and middle of the afternoon. Secondly, I see that she is wearing a top that is just not right for church, I mean her top is too damn sexy and I can also see that she is visibly aroused. I can see her hardened nipples through her top and she seems a bit breathless. She walks to the park and takes a seat. Sitting on a bench under the tree, she has that look of guilt on her face that I can tell she had been doing something naughty and she is trying to collect herself before she has to go home and face her hubby. I casually stroll up to her and sit down next to her and blatantly stare at her. It makes her uncomfortable and she starts fidgeting around.
“Gorgeous day, isn’t it,” I casually inquire.
She nods, mumbling her agreement, and stares at the ground, trying to avoid eye contact. She looks like she is trying to catch her breath. I lean in close and whisper in her ear.
“So, what was it in that church that got you so hot and bothered? What got your pussy so wet?”
There is no mistaking the look of terror in her eyes. She gets up and quickly walks away, looking back over her shoulder the entire time until she was out of sight. I just smile and wave. Now I’m curious, I decide to go investigate for myself and I enter the consecrated building. The place is deserted, there is no one here, so what could have bothered that lady? Why was she so nervous when she saw me? I take a seat and look around curiously, observing for a few minutes more. Just when I decide to leave, I see a priest come out of a side door and walk into the confessional. The priest looks quite tall and handsome, but I can’t describe his body, in that big white robe he’s wearing, although he still looks attractive. Since there is no one around, I decide to go into the confessional.
I enter the confessional and sit down. The partition opens and I say,
“Bless me father for I have sinned. it’s been a while since my last confession, But I don’t worship here, shit! I am not even here to confess.”
“How then can I help you my child? The confessional is a sacred space for members to confess their sins and seek absolution. Perhaps, if you are in need of counsel, I can make arrangements to meet with you outside the confessional.”
“Oh, no, please, I need someone to talk to and you are the only one, I am so emotionally, shattered. Anything I say here you have to keep a secret, right? Well, I need to talk and get a lot of things off my chest, maybe I will confess a bit. It would make me feel so much better to do it here, where you can’t see me. I’d be so embarrassed that I don’t think I could tell you these things face to face. Please.”
“Okay my child, go on. You can be rest assured that whatever you say here will never leave this confessional.”
“Good, thank you, I don’t even know where to begin. I am very sad today, my past sins are catching up with me. Well, you see, I have been a very naughty girl.” I pause long enough for him to gather his senses. After a few seconds, I continue, “Is having sex with a man you love a sin?”
The priest gasps, audibly shocked. He clears his throat, then says, “My child, are you married? If you are married, then I don’t see why sex with a man you love can be a sin. Sex with your husband is sacred in the eyes of the Lord but……”
“Oh no Father, I am not married.” I quickly interrupt him. “Well, my question is really that if having sex with a forbidden love is a sin?”
“How forbidden?”
“My mother’s husband, but we were in love.”
“Love doesn’t cut it. Sex among people who are not married is a sin. Since he is married to your mother, it is considered an adultery.”
“Well, the adultery was on his own part. I am not married, so I didn’t cheat on anyone. It can be classified into sexual immorality but not adultery.”
“Since you already know this, why then are you here?”
“I am worried, I want to know if he can still make heaven.”
“Did he repent of his sin before he died?”
“I’m not sure, it was sudden. He got shot, it was an accident. My mother found out about us and jealousy drove her to spilling our blood. I managed to escape with my life.”
“And have you repented of all your sins and given up all iniquity?”
“When you say repented, what do you mean?”
“Giving up the act of sexual immorality until you are married.”
I can barely contain my laughter. Did he just say give up sex till I am married? “Is that even an option? How is that possible.” I laugh then change my tone to that of the most intense sexy whisper, “You see, I love sex, not just sex, but really good sex. I can’t get enough. I love to suck big cocks, I love to lick the cap like a lollipop. I love the taste of cum, I can drink it day and night. I love being fucked, I love being dicked really hard. I love my pussy being eaten, I love the feel of a wet tongue swirling on my big clit. Recently, I discovered I may also have a lesbian side which I found very sweet and interesting. And here you are talking about giving all that up?”
By this time, the Priest knows exactly what I am trying to do and it looks like he is willing to play along. “These are some very serious sins, my child, I think you should start from the beginning and tell me everything, don’t leave any detail out no matter how small, so that I can know how to counsel you and give you guidance.”
Just then, I hear the very faint sounds of a zipper being lowered and the tell-tale signs of labored breathing coming from the other side. The sound of his zipper has turned me on so much that I want nothing more than to see how far I can get with him. I am tempting this devout holy man with my particular brand of perversion and he`s falling for it completely. I take a deep breath and continue,
“Father, I was an innocent 18 years old girl back then. Well, I wasn’t that innocent, I mean I knew all about sex and masturbated some nights when I was alone in my bedroom, but I hadn’t had real sex. I had a boyfriend in high school and we fooled around a bit. You know, I touched his dick and he touched my breasts. But we never had sex. But on the night I turned 18, my step father came into my room in the middle of the night and gave me a mind blowing orgasm.”
“What did he do?”
“Well, he came into my room and harassed me. He sucked my nipples till I shivered. He started by smashing his mouth against mine, kissing me deeply and forcefully. He asked me about my high school boyfriend and I told him. He asked me to hold up my tits for him to suck. I obeyed. He sucked my breasts so well. He told me I have same tits as my mother. He licked and sucked my nipples till my panties got wet with my pussy juice.”
“Then? Did he……?”
“No, he didn’t fuck me yet. He called me his pussycat, gosh! I miss that. He also called me a slut. He pushed my back against the wall and pinned my hands above my head, forcing my breasts to offer my nipples up to him. He licked, sucked and bit then. Then he put one of his hands in my panties and played with my clit.”
“You didn’t stop him?”
“How could I? I’m a woman, I was feeling things I never knew I could feel.”
“So, then?”
“Then he asked me if anybody has ever touched my pussy. I told him he was the only one. He continued to circle my clit with his finger and mocked me that I will cum on his finger. I tried not to cum for him. I really tried, I remember hitting my head on the wall on purpose just to knock some hard sense into my head so I don’t cum for him.”
“Didn’t you?”
“I struggled but my clit couldn’t resist his fingers. My juice was leaking down my legs.” I lean in closer to the partition to whisper to him and this forces him to lean really close to the partition too so he can hear me well. “Did I tell you I have a really big clit?”
“No.” he moaned. Yes, I can tell it was a moan because his voice is all shaky and he’s very bothered. I bet that if I look closely, I will see him stroking his cock. But I don’t want to scare him. Atleast not yet. I need him to build his confidence.
“I cursed him a lot but he didn’t let me go, when I provoked him, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and wiped my pussy juice on my nipples then he sucked them off and told me I tasted like honey.”
“So, what happened next?”
“He took out his big hard cock and pumped it right in front of me. I swear I was dripping like a fountain. I wanted his cock so bad at that moment but I was too ashamed to ask him for it. I watched him as he jerked his cock right in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes away. His eyes were intently focused on my breast while he pumped his cock. He asked me to play with my pussy too but I foolishly refused. Then he stuck out his tongue and told me he could actually eat my pussy so good.”
“And did he?”
Well, no. His cock became slippery with his precum and he used it to stroke his cock harder and faster. I almost humped the air, I was so horny. He asked me to stroke his cock. I was scared that if I didn’t, he was going to fuck me forcefully. So I took his big cock in my hand and stroked it. While I stroked his cock, he put one of his hands on my breast and played with my nipples. At that moment, I came. He held my hands tightly around his cock and fucked my hands till he came.”
“What happened next?”
“He left.”
“He just left?”
“Yes, he walked out and dared me to tell my mother.”
“Did you?”
“No, she has never believed me. So why bother? Besides, I loved the things he did to me, deep in my heart, I knew I didn’t want him to stop.”
“Did it continue.”
“What do you think?” he goes quiet. So I continue. “Days later, he came back and forced me to undress. Then he asked me to suck his cock.”
“Did you?”
“Yes, yes I did, I sucked his cock. It was the first time I had a cock in my mouth. So he guided me. I obediently moved my tongue against his hard cock until I began to gag. I sucked him hard and licked his dick cap.”
“How did you feel?”
“Like a horny slut. At the point he asked me to look him in the eyes as I sucked his cock, I almost lost my mind. After that, he made me beg him to suck my tits. I begged like a wanton slut for him to take my nipples in his mouth. He did and I spread my legs.”
“Did he fuck you?”
“No, he licked my nipples and I loved it. ‘Please Daddy, suck my nipples’ I cried for him to suck on them. And he did. He chewed on it, bit it, licked and sucked it while he pinched and rolled the other with his fingers. My clit was hard and swollen.”
“What did he do about your swollen clit?”
He spread my legs apart and knelt on the ground. I closed my eyes because I didn’t know what to expect. He sucked my clit between his lips and I gasped. He stopped and I begged him to do it again. He sucked on my clit again and then he licked me and then he sucked the whole of my pussy into his mouth.”
I can feel the priest breathing heavily right now, I can clearly hear him jerking off his cock. He was moaning softly and I don’t blame him. Sitting here and reminiscing about my Daddy is making my pussy drip too. I finally decide to look into the partition, I can see he has his cock in his hands. He’s pumping roughly on his cock. What the heck! I decide to take off my pant and join in. I slip my wet panties off from underneath my skirt and hold it up in the partition for him to see.
“Have you ever inhaled the scent of a woman?”
“No,”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Sex is such a beautiful thing, why give up on it?” I push my panties into the partition and he comes closer and sniffs it. I hear him let out a soft moan. “I love sex, orgasm is the most beautiful thing in the world, Why give that up? I won’t be a victim of society or religion. You’ve never had the opportunity to slide your hard cock into a hot wet pussy before, so you won’t understand. You’ve never had to shoot your cum inside a pussy before so it’s easy to give up what you don’t understand. If you have ever felt what I feel, you won’t be preaching chastity till marriage.”
“No, I’ve never experienced any of those worldly desires personally, but you cannot say it`s right for people to have sex outside of the holy covenant of marriage. The bible says . . .”
“Oh please stop! I interrupt him, “How the holy hell can you say that the Lord doesn’t want us to experience pleasure, ecstasy, and bliss when she created our bodies to feel every bit of that?”
“I’m afraid you are terribly misguided, my child,” he reprimanded me, practically choking on his words.” It is clear he is getting upset by my assertions. I’d seen it before. People who are intent on pretending to be asexual have this form of cognitive dissonance, their brains start to shut down, their wires get crossed and they freak out when they are confronted with facts that contradict their beliefs.
“So, you’re telling me that when I touch my clit, like this, I’m not supposed to experience pleasure? You’re telling me that I’m not supposed to enjoy the sensations of having my hard nipples softly caressed, sucked, and licked unless I have a piece of paper from court that says I’m married? Seriously? You believe that?”
“That’s just the right way, any other way is a sin.”
“Well, in that case, I have a problem. I can’t live without sex, I can’t give it up. It’s too bad my step father paid with his life,”
“And you don’t see yourself ending up the way he did because of sexual immorality? ”
“Nope, I don’t think so. Well, there is a possibility. But let’s leave that for another day.”
“So what happened with your step father that night?”
“He ate my pussy like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I moaned and cried in pleasure, I really loved what he was doing to me. He was sucking on my clit like it was a sweet shop. It was like he was feeding off my sweet nectar, he was muttering into my clit and pussy lips, playing with them, chewing and sucking. I came hard and he licked me clean.”
“Did you let him…..?”
“Yes, yes, I let him fuck me. I lost control. I let him deflower me, and from that moment, I fell in love with him. He may have turned me into a Nympho, but he was a good man. He loved me. We fucked almost every day till my mother returned from her trip and we fucked every night after she fell asleep. Every night he will sneak into my room and do things to me that I can’t forget. He will eat my pussy and feed me his cock and then he will fuck me sweetly.”
I can’t take it anymore, I’m fucking horny right now. I slip my fingers to my pussy and srat masturbating. First with just one finger on my clit, then I start using both hands. One to furiously rub my clit and the other finger fucking my cunt. I start moaning loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to be heard outside the booth.
”How did it feel giving yourself to a man for the first time, a man who was your step father?”
“Honestly?”
“Uhh huuu,”
“Well, I am not ashamed to admit it, I felt wonderful. I loved every bit of it. It was heaven.”
“Details please.”
“At that point, nothing else mattered to me. Just him, he slid his cock gently into me. Slowly, then he drove home, he pushed his cock deep into me.”“How did it feel, you know, that first time?”