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Dress Me In Your Wife’s Panties!”


Mike O’Connor

Copyright © 2017 by Mike O'Connor

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Paul was horny. Paul was always horny. It had been almost a fortnight since his threesome with Jason and Mick – AKA Jessica and Michelle. He couldn’t stop thinking about those two horny bitches and he was eager for a repeat performance. It could have happened this evening. He would be in bed with the pair of them right now, had he not received a message from some guy called Cumwhore.

Dress me in your wife’s panties and fuck me.

It was an offer Paul could not resist. These kind of sleazy, anonymous meets were always a turn-on. If it didn’t work out, he would still have time to take a drive and meet Jessica. Margaret would be going to one of her prayer meetings, after Saturday evening Mass. She wouldn’t be home before ten. Paul could leave the car in town, pop into the pub for a quick pint or three and arrive home smelling like he had been drinking all evening.

Cumwhore’s choice of meeting place was closer to home than Paul would have liked. But, it was secluded and safe. If they parked facing the road, they would have nothing but trees behind them. Anybody approaching from the main road would be visible from a long distance away.

He was ten minutes early, but the silver Avensis was already there. The car looked familiar. As Paul drew up beside it, the driver’s door opened and a man in a black leather jacket and faded blue jeans emerged. Their eyes met and Paul’s heart missed a beat.

“No fucking way!” he muttered.

It was too late to make his escape. The other man walked around to the passenger side of his car, opened the door and slid into the seat.

“Hi, Paul,” he said.

“Father Ross,” Paul replied. “What do you think you’re playing at?”

“The same thing you are. I’m surprised this spot isn’t more popular. Have you ever come here before?”

Paul stared at the priest. Father Ross was pushing sixty, carried a few extra pounds around his waistline and his head was practically bald, but the bespectacled cleric had a certain raw appeal.

“Shouldn’t you be saying Mass?” said Paul.

“Father Clarke is doing the honours this evening,” the priest replied.

“Leaving you free to go cruising for cock. Why did you message me?”

“We’re on the same site. Margaret knows all about you. She checked your phone. She thought you had another woman. Now, she knows what you’re really getting up to.”

“Jesus! When did she find out?”

“About two weeks ago.”

“She never said a word to me.”

“She’s not going to say a word to you, Paul. I’ve already advised her against it. But she tells me everything.”

“Good for you. And what do you advise her to do, Father?”

“What can I do? We pray together.”

Paul laughed and leaned closer.

“What is it you two pray for?” he demanded. “If you’re asking God to make me straight, it’s obviously not working. If it was, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I don’t believe in miracles,” the priest replied. “I’m not sure I even believe in the power of prayer anymore. You and I are kindred spirits, Paul.”

“You mean you’re a lying, cheating hypocrite?”

“Yes. And a sexual pervert, of course. There’s no point in denying it, is there? Did you bring a pair of her panties?”

“Why do you want to wear my wife’s underwear?” asked Paul.

“Because it would turn me on. Let me wear her panties and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“What if I don’t want to talk, Father? What if I just want to hold you down and fuck you?”

“That’s fine by me,” the priest smiled. “I like it hard and rough.”

Paul reached into his jacket pocket and produced a pair of white lace panties.

“I found these in the laundry basket. I doubt if she’ll miss them.”

The priest snatched the panties and buried his nose in the balled-up lace. As he sniffed, he unzipped his trousers with his free hand and freed his stiff cock from his underwear. Paul felt his own cock stiffen. He didn’t particularly like this man, but now that he was here in his car, he intended to make the most of the situation.

“Do you want to wear them or smother yourself with them?” he demanded.

As the priest began unbuckling his belt, Paul commanded him to get out of the car and turn his back to him. It took him just a couple of moments to strip naked and then put on his panties. He tensed as he heard the driver’s door shut and Paul approaching him from behind. A pair of strong arms embraced him and his nipples were painfully squeezed. At the same time, he felt the hardness of the other man’s cock against his buttocks.

“Is this what you like, Father?” Paul demanded.

“Yes, oh yes!” he gasped eagerly.

Paul tweaked and pinched his nipples, whilst thrusting his hard-on into the cleft of his buttocks and dampening his panties with precum. He then pushed him to his knees and stood in front of him. The priest’s eyes widened at the sight of the big cock that sprouted inches from his mouth.

“Did Margaret tell you I had a big cock?” asked Paul.

“It’s not something we ever discussed,” Father Ross replied. “If I were in her position….”

“You are in her position and you’re wearing her panties, you fucking pervert.”

Before the priest could respond, Paul grabbed the back of his head with one hand and thrust his cock between his lips. The kneeling man swallowed the full length and began sucking eagerly. Paul tugged his own jeans and underpants down to his knees. He fucked the priest’s face hard and fast, his balls smacking his chin at the end of each stroke. Father Ross had his own right hand thrust down the front of his panties and was masturbating energetically.

Several minutes later, Paul withdrew from between his lips and ordered him to turn around and bend over the bonnet of his car.

“Spread your arms and legs wide,” he added.

The red-faced priest immediately complied. Paul warmed his buttocks with a hard spanking with his right palm, before roughly yanking his panties down to his knees.

“I don’t think I’ve ever taken a cock as big as yours,” Father Ross said nervously.

“Don’t be such a sissy,” Paul growled. “You know you want it, you fucking bitch.”

He spat on his right hand, smeared the ball of saliva over the priest’s rosebud, then worked two fingers deep inside him. Father Ross might not be a virgin, but his fuckhole was still nice and tight. Paul lubricated him with another ball of saliva, mixed with precum. He then pressed the fat crown of his cock against his entrance.

The helpless priest moaned as Paul’s long, thick cock stretched and filled his snug hole.

“Is that how you’d like to fuck my wife?” he demanded. “Do you think she has a nice arse?”

“God, yes! Margaret has a beautiful arse.”

“Do you like her tits too? They’re nice and big, aren’t they?”

“Yes. I often find myself looking at them.”

The priest’s voice grew strained as his hole was filled with the full length of Paul’s cock.

“Tell me what you want to do to her?”

“I want to fuck her, Paul. I want to fuck your wife, just like you’re fucking me.”

Paul gripped his buttocks with both hands and thrust deep into him.

“You’re just talking shit. You wouldn’t be able to get it up for her, because you’re a fucking queer.

“I could,” the priest protested. “I have. Many times.”

“You mean you’ve already fucked her?”

“No, but I think about her when I’m wanking. Margaret is such a sexy woman. I’ve been tempted so many times.”

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it? You know I haven’t fucked her for months. She must be gagging for cock. You know how that feels, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” gasped the priest. “I know what it’s like to want it so badly, you’d do anything for it.”

Paul took a deep breath, then resumed his strokes with a vengeance. It had been a long time since he had felt sexually attracted to his wife, but the thought of the priest fucking her was a surprisingly potent turn-on.

“Do it,” he told him. “The first chance you get, you fuck her.”

“What if she doesn’t want me to?”

“Seduce her. Use your powers of persuasion. If she fancies you already, it shouldn’t be hard.”

“I’ll do it,” Father Ross promised, reaching for his own cock. “I’ll fuck your wife. Oh God, it will be such a pleasure to see her naked! I’ve wanted her for so long.”

The priest masturbated as Paul fucked him even harder.

“Use that horny fucking bitch,” he growled. “Fuck her cunt so hard, she’ll be screaming with pleasure. Do every dirty fucking thing you’ve ever wanted to do to her. Cum inside her. Shoot your fucking load in her cunt and make her beg for more.”

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