Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace (7 page)

She couldn’t help it. She shifted her hips against his hand and opened her legs for the full benefit of the warden’s probings. ‘I’m so sorry. It’s just that I needed to come so badly, and if Chaplain Carlton had only given me a minute more, I could have had some relief.’

The warden shook his head. ‘What shall I do with you, Sadie? You’re such a little slut. You’ll have to be punished. I have no choice. We can’t expect reform when someone is running around this facility with her nipples showing, and her fingers up her fanny.’ He suddenly remembered to take his hand away from Sadie’s pussy, and she whimpered in frustration, squeezing her legs together and shifting from foot to foot while she clenched and relaxed the muscles of her quinny, desperate for relief.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her to a wardrobe near his desk. ‘Take off your blouse. Go on, take it off.’

She unbuttoned it slowly, pretending to be embarrassed, ashamed; an act that made her tingle all the way up to her tits. She let it slip off her shoulders shyly, cupping her heavy breasts in pretend modesty, making sure her nipples peaked through her fingers for the warden to see.

‘Remove your hands.’

She did as she was told, clasping her hands demurely in front of her, a stance that deepened her impressive cleavage while she rocked back and forth. She kept her eyes lowered to the warden’s ever-expanding cock, now clearly visible beneath his trousers. The sight made her pussy even more slippery, and she clenched her legs tighter.

‘What size?’ he demanded, fumbling through a drawer of bras.

‘Thirty-eight C. But please, sir, I’m sure the one issued me is too small. It holds my titties so tight that I can barely breathe. Please can you size me for a bigger one?’ She took his hands and guided them onto her breasts with a soft little moan.

‘In future, keep your breasts covered properly.’ His big, rough hands cupped her tits and kneaded them, thumbs and forefingers lingering to tweak and pinch her nipples until he seemed to have trouble breathing. ‘We simply must find something modest. Your nipples are so … so very erect, so difficult to hide.’ Reluctantly, he pulled away and fumbled through the drawer until he produced a bra of pink diaphanous lace. He stroked each of her breasts in turn and settled them into the sheer cups, reaching behind her to hook the band. As he did so, she could almost feel the heat of his distended cock through his trousers. Then he stepped back. ‘Oh dear. That’s not much better, I’m afraid.’

If anything, her nipples pressed harder at his scrutinising stare. The tops of her breasts mounded like ripe fruit above the lace of the cups. ‘Perhaps that will get you by until Ms Greuber can fit you for something more modest.

‘Now for your punishment.’ He sat down on a leather sofa near his desk and patted his knees. ‘You know the rules. Touching oneself is a punishable offence. You must learn your lesson or you’ll never be fit for civilised society. Come now. Over my knee.’

Whimpering softly, keeping her eyes lowered modestly to the warden’s penis, she bent over his lap. Her pussy twitched as her pubis pressed against his muscular thigh. Through his trousers, his cock squirmed against her stomach. The feel of it made her ache all over with want. He settled her into position with a grunt of satisfaction and grasped her wrists securely behind her back with one large hand. She quivered with anticipation as he hiked her skirt and eased her panties down until she felt the cool air against her bare bottom.

He cupped each of her buttocks in turn and gave them a squeeze, his thumb lingering to exert intriguing pressure against her nether hole. ‘Such a naughty girl.’ The words barely left his mouth before his hand came down with a resounding
thwack
against her bare arse, and she cried out at the sting of it, shifting her hips and bearing down to press herself harder against his thigh, feeling the growing thrum of arousal as she did so.

‘It hurts, I know, but naughty, slutty girls must be spanked.’ She could feel the shifting of his own hips, pressing his cock harder and harder against her belly. She wriggled and whimpered with the next
thwack
and felt her pussy gush against his thigh. The thought of her pussy juices wetting the pinstripes of his trousers nearly sent her over the edge. Her clit felt stone hard and hugely distended from beneath its hood, as she relished the press of him against her.

The stinging of her arse was exquisite. As she squirmed, one hand came loose from his grip. She manoeuvred it beneath her stomach to rest against his cock, and his next
thwack
was accompanied by a groan. This one came from him. Encouraged, she gave his heavy erection a stroke as he smacked her bottom again, and the fingers of his other hand slipped between her slick quinny lips, just exactly where she needed them.

She was now practically humping his leg with each smack of his hand. She could imagine how lovely her bright red arse cheeks must look to him, blushing up so tender and wounded. Each time he spanked her, he splayed them just enough to stimulate her arsehole and make her clench. Sadie could feel him thrusting too with each
thwack
, until at last neither of them could disguise their moans of pleasure. ‘Please make me come,’ she whimpered. ‘I need it so badly. I won’t have to touch my pussy if you make me come. Please. I know I’m such a bad girl, but I can’t concentrate on being good when my pussy is so hot.’

‘Get up, you little slut,’ he gasped. He dragged her to her feet. For a second, he stood panting before her. Then he shoved aside the delicate bra straps and forced her breasts upward to spill from the cups, taking them in turn, into his suckling lips, making every effort to get as much of each titty as he could into his mouth. With one last suck and a nibble he shoved her forward and bent her over his desk, her stinging tender arse in the air. She heard his trousers fall, heard the sound of a condom being donned.

‘You’re such a naughty girl, such a little whore.’ She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, just before he slammed his cock deep into her swollen pussy and began to thrust.

Then he splayed her arse cheeks, still hot and stinging from her punishment. She heard him wetly sucking his finger. That done, he slipped the wet appendage into her grudging pucker hole with such delicious pressure that she orgasmed hard and bucked back against him.

‘Did you come, you little slut?’ He spat against her pucker and shoved another finger into her, still pumping hard in her cunt. Up inside her arse, she could feel his fingers moving, stretching her tightness, arousing her deep in her hole.

‘I’m not done with you yet,’ he gasped. He pulled his cock from her slit, drenched and slippery with cunny juice, and shoved it deep into her arsehole. She cried out in a cocktail of pleasure and pain. The fullness of the first thrust was agonisingly delicious, followed by pleasure nearly unbearable.

As she reached between her legs to fondle her dilated cunt, he slapped her hand away. ‘We don’t play with ourselves at the Rehabilitation Facility. Remember? That’s what you’re being punished for in the first place,’ he grunted.

He could now barely breathe, and his thrustings felt like they would split her in two, as the next orgasm broke over her in waves that nearly propelled both of them off the desk onto the floor. Just then, he groaned and she felt his cock convulse inside her as he shot his load, then collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.

When at last he could breathe again, he dressed and helped her to her feet, wiping her wet pussy carefully with his neatly ironed handkerchief. ‘I do hope this has taught you a lesson, Sadie. Get dressed and go clean yourself, then the chaplain wants to talk to you about your penance.’

Sadie couldn’t wait. Contritely tucked into her new bra, her bottom still stinging from the warden’s heavy hand, she was off to see the chaplain, content in knowing that the punishment was, indeed, worth the crime.

Confessions

Jilly pushed open the heavy wooden door and peeked inside. The pungent smell of incense and old candle wax brought on that familiar warm tingle just beneath her skin. In the subdued lighting of the vaulted nave, candles flickered on the altar. Her timing was perfect. Her research had paid off. No one prayed in the pews near the front. The few nuns who normally scurried about quietly had gone back to the convent, or wherever nuns went when they were done scurrying about. The only other person in the church would be the priest.

She stepped inside and crossed herself. For a second she stood taking in the atmosphere of the place. It was late now. Her confession would be the last of the night, which was a good thing. She had a lot to confess. She loosened the black lace scarf that lay coiled around her neck and pulled it demurely up over her dark hair so that it settled like a hood about her head, shadowing the oval of her face in the soft light.

She wore a full black skirt that swished low against the backs of her calves as she walked up the side aisle, her heels click-clicking on the stone floor. Her black silk blouse brushed softly against her skin. It was modestly buttoned to her throat, yet still it felt decadent in its very caress. The muscles low in her stomach contracted with nervous anticipation. Her pulse hammered against her throat as she drew near the confessional. Oh so much to confess, and she with nowhere else to be, nothing else to do but seek penance.

Jilly stepped into the confessional and pulled the curtain shut carefully behind her. Then she dropped onto the kneeler and crossed herself. ‘Bless me, father, for I have sinned.’ She breathed in a layer cake scent of stale perfume and nervous sweat, the delicious remnant of so many people over so many years coming to confess so many sins. ‘It’s been a week since my last confession.’

‘Go on, my child.’

Her pulse quickened at the sound of the priest’s voice. She could almost feel the weight of it against the nape of her neck.

She lifted her skirt and sat back on the chair, wriggling her bare bottom against the cool wood. ‘I watched my neighbour have sex. She left the lights on, and the French doors were wide open.’

There was silence, so she continued. ‘Her lover ripped her camisole off like it was paper. Do you have any idea what ripping silk sounds like, father?’ She laid her hand against her breasts and rocked. The chair creaked softly. ‘He sucked her nipples, and I sucked my fingertips pretending it was me at her breasts.

‘I watched him feel up inside her until she squirmed and begged. Then he ate her like she was ice cream melting on his tongue. Oh father, how I wanted to taste.

‘And he nearly split her in two, with his big cock pushing and pumping so hard her breasts juddered and bounced. The room was bright, like a stage, like she wanted me to see. Do you think she wanted me to see, father?’

She heard rustling on the other side of the confessional. Had she made the priest’s cock hard? Her pussy tingled at the thought, and she rubbed herself against the chair.

‘Perhaps you should close your curtains. Perhaps you should pray.’

‘I do, father. I pray all the time.’ She pulled an onyx rosary from her pocket and stroked the smooth beads. Then she wriggled a hand inside her blouse to play with her titties. A little moan escaped her lips.

‘Is there more?’ the priest breathed.

‘I had sex with my roommate’s boyfriend. I didn’t plan it, father, really I didn’t. My roommate was out. At first we just masturbated together, but then I let him put it in me.’

‘Dear God.’ The priest’s breathing was nearly gale force.

‘Father, there’s more.’ She spread her legs wide and rubbed her juices over the hard wood of the chair wondering if the next penitent might get horny sitting in the scent of her arousal.

‘Yes?’ The priest’s voice sounded harsh, raspy.

Jilly wriggled her hand under her skirt and shuddered as her slippery cunt yielded to her fingers. ‘Confession makes me come.’

‘What?’ His voice cracked.

‘I can’t help it. I always come at confession.’ For a second the only sound was heavy breathing. Then the priest spoke.

‘Did any of what you’ve confessed actually happen?’

‘Does it matter? As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. Jesus said if we even look at someone in lust, we’ve committed adultery in our hearts. He said…’

‘I know what Jesus said.’

‘Last week, I confessed at St. Mark’s. I nearly broke the kneeler. The priest thought I was crying, I was so contrite. I came again during my Hail Marys and Our Fathers at St Andrew’s. I think the priest came too.’

‘Our father, who art in heaven,’ the priest rasped.

‘Hallowed be thy name.’ She joined in, rocking in rhythm.

‘Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.’ The words came faster and faster.

‘Giveusthisdayourdailybread!’

Her silk blouse was now wide open and her braless tits bounced sharply as she rocked. She slipped the rosary over her head and the onyx crucifix smack-smacked between her breasts. The scarf with which she had covered her head slipped off and her hair fell loose around her shoulders.

‘Forgiveusourtrespassesasweforgivethosewhotresspassagainstus!’ She came hard against the chair, stifling a heavy grunt.

She was wiping her pussy with the scarf when the curtain flew open, and the dishevelled priest stood breathing like a thunderstorm, smelling like sex.

He grabbed her scarf and stuffed it in his pocket, then he yanked her up. She was ready. She’d been thrown out of other churches. That too made her come. Instead, he dragged her to a private chapel just off the nave. There was a bare altar with a painting of Solomon and the Queen of Sheba above it. He shoved her to her knees, grabbed her hair, and forced her to look up at him. ‘You’ve made a mockery of the confessional,’ he roared.

‘Oh please, Father, I just can’t help myself. You have to give me penance.’

‘Am I supposed to believe you?’ He wound his fingers tighter in her hair and pulled her closer.

She wrapped her arms around his legs and sobbed. ‘Please. You don’t know how hard it is.’

His penis twitched against her cheek. She’d never sucked consecrated cock before. Eyes raised, so terribly repentant, she batted her lashes and nuzzled nearer with a soft whimper.

He shifted his hips, almost imperceptibly. Then, rocking slowly, tightly against her face, he prayed. ‘Heavenly Father, forgive this child. Forgive her lust, forgive her lewd behaviour.’

The longer he prayed, the harder he pressed her face against his erection.

‘Grant her purity in thought, word and deed.’

As he rocked, ever so cautiously, she reached up and unbuttoned his trousers.

He pretended not to notice as she eased down his zipper.

‘For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.’

His grip tightened in her hair and he caught his breath with a gasp as she tugged his trousers over his hips along with his briefs. His cock practically leapt into her hand.

‘Please forgive… please forgive… urgh.’

She took his erection in her mouth, deeper and deeper, until he moaned out loud and stopped pretending not to thrust.

She was beginning to fear he had no more imagination than to simply stand there and ejaculate in her mouth, when he shoved away and yanked her to her feet. He pulled the rosary from her neck and, with a sharp
thwack
, slapped it across her tits, just hard enough to sting. ‘You’re a slut, and you need to repent.’ He smacked her again and she moaned as he shoved her blouse off onto the floor. Then he grabbed her tits, squeezing and kneading. The rosary wound around his hand pressed solicitously into the soft swell of her. She arched her back as he suckled and bit her nipples. Pain translated to pleasure in her cunt.

He bound her hands loosely behind her back with her scarf and bent her over the altar. ‘Our lives are to be a living sacrifice unto the Lord.’ He shoved her skirt up, exposing her arse to Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. He smacked each buttock in turn with the rosary, making her pussy clench.

‘Forgive me,’ she cried. ‘Lord, please forgive me.’ The beads came down again with a thwack.

‘This–’ he slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand ‘–is consecrated unto the Lord. This–’ he smacked her again ‘–is the sacred space from which life springs. It wasn’t created for lust.’

‘I’m so ashamed,’ she lied.

He smacked her bottom again with the beads, then he began to pray for her in earnest, grunting with each
thwack
of the beads.

‘Father forgive this woman, purify her heart.’

Thwack!

She cried out and wriggled her stinging arse.

‘Purify her mind.’

Thwack!

She practically humped the edge of the altar with every smack. ‘Purify her body, so abused by her lust.’

Thwack!

When her orgasm hit, she squealed and bucked and practically kicked the priest in the balls.

He jammed the rosary into his pocket and fumbled and grunted in an effort to press his cock into her pout.

‘No so fast, father.’ She pushed him away and half fell off the altar, wriggling her hands free of the scarf. ‘I think it’s about time
you
confessed.’ She shoved him against the wall.

‘Take off your shirt.’ She was already at work on his buttons. ‘Take that off too.’ She nodded to the collar.

Panting hard, he obeyed.

She slipped into his black shirt, buttoning a single button across the fullness of her breasts. ‘Help me with the collar.’

He did as he was told.

When it was securely in place, she scooped up her blouse, then looped the scarf around his neck and tugged.

Holding up his trousers with one hand, while his cock bounced at full attention, he followed her into the confessional.

‘Kneel.’

He obeyed.

‘You’ve been a very naughty priest.’ She slipped off her skirt and stood in nothing but his black shirt and priest’s collar and her fuck-me stilettos, then she took his hand and guided it between her legs.

His other hand reached for his cock. She slapped it away. ‘I want to hear your confession.’

He took his hand from her pussy and crossed himself. ‘Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It’s been…’

She slapped his face with a resounding smack, and his penis surged in response. ‘I’m not your father. Now do it again.’

He stroked his cheek, which now bore her hand print.

‘Do it.’

He crossed himself and started over. ‘Bless me… lady? For I have sinned. It’s been 12 hours since my last confession.’

‘Go on.’

‘I maa… I masturbated during the confession of a penitent.’

‘How?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Did you touch yourself through your trousers or did you pull your cock out while this poor girl unburdened her soul to you. Well?’

‘I… I had my penis out.’

‘Show me.’

‘Please, I was wrong to…’

‘I said show me.’

He blushed mightily, but once his hand was on the meat all shame vanished. He thrust his hips back and forth and stroked like he was rolling dice, his breath coming in hungry gasps.

‘What did this sinner confess, father, that so turned you on?’

‘That she watched other people do it.’ He strained against his hand, his buttock muscles clenching with each thrust. ‘That she fornicated, that she…’

‘That she what?’

‘That she masturbated at confession.’ His voice was as clenched as his buttocks.

She slapped his hand away from his cock again. ‘What else?’

He looked up at her dumbly.

‘Your confession. What else?’

‘I… I ejaculated.’

‘Mmm. I can smell,’ she said. ‘But you’re not supposed to do such things.’

‘She tricked me.’

‘Then you must have kicked her out of the church?’

He shook his head, squirming on the kneeler.

‘What then?’

‘I let her suck me, then I spanked her.’

‘No doubt she deserved it. What else?’

‘Nothing else.’

She slapped him again. ‘As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.’

‘I wanted to– to have sex with her.’

‘You’re as sinful as she is.’ She grabbed the scarf and yanked him back into the chair. ‘I think it’s time for your penance. There’ll be no Our Fathers, no Hail Marys. I have a better use for your tongue.’

She turned in front of him and bent over until her arse was in his face, then she tugged the scarf, guiding his mouth to her slit. He suckled and nibbled, holding her to him, cupping and spreading her buttocks, licking and stroking until his fingers explored their way, first to her cunt, then, slowly, almost shyly, he slipped his middle finger into her anus.

It felt good, but she wouldn’t let him off so easily. She pulled him to his feet and wiped his face on the scarf. Then she kissed him, tasting her pussy on his accommodating tongue. ‘Celibacy doesn’t look so good right now, does it, father? But you’re not allowed to come until you choose the method.’

‘Choose the method?’

‘I’m asking you how do you want to come? It’s not a difficult question.’ Facing him, she guided his penis between her legs, clamped down, and began to dry hump him. ‘Do you like this? Would you like to shoot your wad this way? Or would you prefer to come in my hand, maybe in your hand? Perhaps my mouth would do it for you?’ She pressed down hard so his cock rubbed between her labia each time he humped. ‘Or you can take your chances with the wrath of God and have some real pussy.’ She leant close to lick his earlobe. ‘Personally, if there is a god, I think she has bigger concerns than where you spurt your jizz.’

‘What about here?’ He slipped his middle finger back in her anus so quickly that her breath caught in her throat.

She laughed softly, then she grabbed him by the scarf and forced him to kneel. ‘Confess that you want to fuck my arsehole, father, I want to hear your confession.’

‘Bless me, lady, for I have sinned. I want to fu…’

‘Say it.’

‘I want to fuck your arsehole.’

‘There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it? I grant you absolution.’ Then she turned and bent over the chair.

In the tight space, he manoeuvred until her arse was right in his face. He wasn’t squeamish. He parted her cheeks, and circled her pucker hole with his tongue, pushing in solicitously. She moaned and squirmed as he inserted a wet finger, then another, moving them back and forth inside to stretch her, stimulating her until he had room for a third.