The Price of Desire by N. K. Fox

large donation...’ her words tailed off. The vicar was shaking his head, smiling pityingly.
    â€˜You misunderstand me, child...’ he replied, and keeping one hand against the side of her face, he lifted the front of his robe.
    To Georgie’s shock he was completely naked underneath, his semi-erect penis only inches from her face. Now she knew what he wanted! How could she have been so naïve? He may have been a man of God but he was still a man, after all. But there was no other choice. She had to help her sister, and if she had to suck off this old fraud for information, then so be it. So she reached up and grasped his thick shaft with her slender fingers, slowly stroking the length.
    Swallowing her revulsion she hesitantly parted her lips and pulled his bulbous head into her mouth. His cock stiffened and she looked up to see him smiling down at her, and felt a sudden and surprising thrill. She knew he was getting off on having one of the young ladies of the estate on her knees before him, but Georgie felt a strange sort of power over the old man. She knew how to make the most of her sexual talents and was confident she could have him wrapped around her little finger in no time.
    She gagged as the enormous growth reached the back of her throat. The vicar grunted his satisfaction and thrust his hips, forcing himself further down. Her eyes began to water but the vicar held her tight by the back of her head, until she had swallowed his entire length.
    â€˜There’s a good girl,’ the vicar whispered. ‘Take it all the way down.’ He stroked her hair almost tenderly as he half retracted his organ, glistening with her saliva, but her respite was short-lived as her mouth was again filled with his throbbing flesh. His hands moved down her neck and caressed her shoulders, his skin surprisingly soft as he traced the line of her collarbone.
    Georgie had to concentrate so intently on her breathing that she hardly realised the vicar had unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bare breasts. His fingers quickly found her nipples, pinching them clumsily as she sucked on his throbbing flesh. She tried to cry out but all she could manage was a strangled sob, the vicar maintaining his relentless thrusts into her mouth.
    All thoughts of her sister were lost. Georgie’s knees and legs were beginning to ache from holding her position on the hard floor, but she wasn’t about to stop now, there was a fire burning in the pit of her stomach and the tingling between her legs was becoming unbearable. There was something so dirty, so unholy about being on her knees in the church doing something so perverted.
    Georgie reached down and pulled her skirt above her hips, revealing stocking-tops and white silk panties. The vicar stopped his thrusts and removed his wet penis from her mouth, the large purple bulb pulsing inches from her face.
    For a moment everything was still while the vicar gazed between her milky thighs. Slipping a hand inside her panties she gave an involuntary shudder, her fingers delving into the hot wetness that waited there. The vicar grabbed himself and began to stroke his shaft rhythmically, his eyes still transfixed at the spot where Georgie’s fingers were working away under the tight satin. Georgie felt like she had gained some advantage, the power back with her.
    â€˜My pussy’s so wet,’ she said in a whisper that seemed to reverberate around the church.
    Slowly and deliberately she withdrew her hand. Two slender fingers covered in her own juices moved towards her mouth and lingered on her lips. She had the vicar’s undivided attention. She put her hand once again into her soft folds of flesh. ‘Mmmm,’ she moaned softly, leaning her head back.
    She was giving the old pervert a good show, but she knew what she was doing. So what if the aging priest watching her masturbate was making her as horny as hell? So what if all she could think about was grabbing his erect