Chapter 111 TAKE OFF YOUR ROBE, REVEREND 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
I caught my breath, coming back to reality slowly. My cock was still hard even after cumming—I was that horny and frustrated. Being a priest was killing my sex drive in the worst way. I cleaned up quickly, disgusted with myself but still turned on.
Something told me that someday my dream would come true.
A few days later, another lonely afternoon in my office. I was sitting behind my desk, the door locked and the curtains drawn. My hand was already under my robe, gripping my hard cock as I leaned back in my chair.
I started stroking myself slowly, imagining dirty scenarios involving men once more. And one in particular.
I thought of him—Father Michael, our bishop. Tall, handsome, strict but fair. I imagined what it would be like if he came into my office right now, saw me jerking off. Instead of being angry, he just watched, his own hand moving to his robe.
I moaned softly, picking up the pace as I imagined Father Michael untying his robe, revealing a muscular chest and a thick, hard dick.
He would walk over to me, push my hand out of the way, and take over jerking me off.
His large hand would feel amazing on my cock, stroking me expertly. He would lean down to kiss me deeply, his tongue pushing into my mouth as he jacked me off. I would moan into the kiss, my hips bucking up into his fist.
My own hand moved faster, mimicking Father Michael's imaginary touch.
In my fantasy, he would suddenly stop jerking me off, making me whimper in frustration. He would instead grab my wrist, pulling my hand behind my back as he pushed me down onto the desk.
I gasped softly as I imagined this happening—being manhandled by Father Michael like that.
"Michael..." I breathed out his name just as I heard the office door slam open.
What theㅡ,
My eyes flew wide open in shock and horror—I actually heard Father Michael's voice say my name right before I heard him freeze mid-step.
"Holy fuck…” I heard him say.
Shit, I forgot to lock the door.
I scrambled to cover myself up with my robe, trying to compose myself but knowing it was too late.
Father Michael stood there frozen, pale and speechless. I opened my mouth to defend myself. “Father Michael... It's not what it looks like—"
But he just stared at me silently.
Father Michael closed the door behind him, his voice low and steady despite the shock in his eyes. "Continue," he said firmly, catching me off guard completely.
"What?" I whispered hoarsely, my hand still trembling under my robe.
"I said continue," he repeated calmly,"I want to watch.”
I swallowed hard, my mind reeling. Father Michael wanted to watch me... jerk off? My hand moved involuntarily under my robe again.
Father Michael leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched me intently. "Take off your robe," he commanded suddenly.
My breath hitched.
"Let me see you," Father Michael ordered softly but firmly, his eyes fixed on the bulge my hand was making under my robe. I hesitated for a moment before slowly untying the rope around my waist. The robe fell open, revealing my hard, leaking cock and my balls.
"Holy God…” Father Michael's eyes widened slightly at the sight of me completely exposed. He pushed off the doorframe and walked closer, stopping a few feet away from my desk. "Keep touching yourself," he said quietly, his gaze never leaving my crotch.
My hand moved back to my dick on its own, starting to jerk myself off again slowly.
What the hell was happening?
"That's good..." Father Michael murmured, watching my hand move up and down my shaft. "Do you do this often?" he asked suddenly, making me pause for a second before continuing my movements.
"Yes," I admitted quietly.
"Every day?" He probed further.
"Mhm…”
What was going on?