Andrea and the preacher

Andrea’s pov

“You need cleansing!” My father's voice thunders in the room. But my eyes are not on him but on the young man who stood by the hearth—dressed in white.

He was too manly, too handsome to be a preacher, but guess fate had other plans for him.

All my life my father hated me for reasons so ridiculous I often laughed whenever I recalled them They say he wanted a boy but ended up having a girl, and worse?

Mama got complications after my birth; there was no way of having another child. That only increased his hate toward me.

“Gerald please…. Take it easy with her; she is our child.” Mama’s pleas echoed in the still night.

“She is cursed, Sarah!” He stomped his feet; silence followed, heavy with their breaths.

The unusual composure I gave was shocking, even to me. Perhaps because of the man in front of me. He met my gaze, straightforward.

A certain aura oozed off his presence; when our eyes met, he smirked, so short I almost missed it. “Please, priest, do what you must to cleanse her of this unclean spirit,” Father tells him,

I'm tempted to roll my eyes, yet I hold back, reminiscing about how it all started, though he always hated me, but two years ago everything changed.

At nineteen I'd gotten myself an adult toy. A vibrator, to be precise.

My friends at school here in our local town all had one, except me. In fact, I was still a virgin at that time and had never had a boyfriend before.

They made fun of me often, using the fact that my family was always religious as the reason. I was called a prude and even got the nickname Nun.

Fast forward to that evening when I got caught using my vibrator. Mother cried for days while Father yelled and grounded me.

I hated how religious and boxed up they lived their lives; since then, Father's hatred has increased towards me. Well, until two days ago, when he found another toy in my room. And now he says I am possessed and need cleansing, so here we are.

“What do you see, priest?” I asked. We stood in my room now, with my parents by the door.

He turned to my parents, “Her cleansing will be done in private.”

I scoffed inwardly as the door closed, leaving us now alone.

“Andrea Saturn.”

The way he called my name, almost like a prayer. My breath seized; he appeared different now that we were alone.

Trying to act tough, I rolled my eyes. “I see you know my name.”

It was his turn to scoff now. “So… You have been possessed by the spirit of masturbation, uh?”

“That's what my father believes.” I walk towards my closet now.

He follows suit, then drops his suitcase by the table. He seemed awfully comfortable.

“I had no idea one had to be cleansed for relieving oneself.” I scoffed, “Whatever buju shit you have to do, then be quick with it. I need to sleep early.”

Without waiting for a response, I walked into the bathroom. When I returned, his white robe was off, revealing his perfect body wrapped in only a black shirt and pants.

His hair was ruffled like his fingers had run through it. Our eyes met, and a low growl escaped him; I knew the reason. A rush of heat hits my body.

I was in a robe now, a see-through net type. He could see my bra and panties. But that was the drill, my plan from the moment he set foot into this house.

My father believes I was getting cleansed, but I had other plans, one we all won't forget rushing.

“Lost your voice, priest…?” I slur, “Take it off.” He did not blink; he looked at me so carefully, like branding my body in his head.

Within seconds he closed the distance between us, my breath harsh as he gently tucked strands of my hair behind my ear.

“Take it off,” he whispered. I looked around confused, then he tugged at my robe.

A smile formed on my face; I guess we are getting somewhere after all.

His gaze followed as the fabric hit the ground; there I stood in only pants and a bra.

A part of me was anxious since I've had sex with only two boys. I wasn't the perfect daughter, but I was also next to a virgin.

“Come here, Andrea,” he called so softly yet dangerously. I made my way to the center of my room.

Then he brought out his phone and played some weird music.

He moved behind me; I watched him closely, and then, in a snap, my bra was unhooked so skillfully. I gasped in shock; he chuckled.

“You know your way around a woman’s clothing for a priest…”

He only chuckles and then moves forward now, his eyes shamelessly roaming over my breasts. They were portable for my age. He bit his lip, and that made my pussy throb.

“Take your panties off and go lie on the bed,” he orders. I blink, and he laughs.

“What? Shy now?” he mocked.

Being defiant, I hissed at his words, “My parents think I'm possessed, so they call you to come cleanse me. Now you have me stripping. I wonder what type of cleansing you have in mind.” I chuckle.

He paused, then moved over to his suitcase, and when he turned back, I still stood.

“Just do as you're told, Andrea. I promise you'll have no reason to masturbate again after our session.”

I burst into laughter immediately. “Seems the priest can make magic.” I clapped in laughter.

Soon I lay on my bed, entirely naked. He moved to my bedside and asked for my hands before cuffing them.

“I won't hurt you, Andrea…. Trust me,” he whispers. I look into his eyes, not sure, then a slap to my nipple awakens me.

“Fuck!” A growl escaped my lips; he said nothing as he moved to my legs now.

I was naked, open, and vulnerable in front of a total stranger. But it only made me wet. Christ, Andrea!

After observing me for two minutes in silence, a knock on the door pulls our attention.

It's my father. His voice echoed into the room as the preacher answered the door, but he prevented him from coming in.

“Please help her.”

“Be assured, Mr. Saturn. I will get her cleansed.”

“Thank you, Amon.”

That was his name, huh?

“You are such a delicate piece, Andrea, so perfectly crafted by God to be worshipped,” he whispers, then he grabs a cup. I had no idea what was in it.

When he went down on his knees, my breath increased. I shudder when he sucks on my toes one after the other. Then into my inner thigh, he bit my flesh, moving up.

His lips were inches away from my crotch; I felt his breath on my flesh.

“We are only getting started, Andrea,” he murmured against my skin as I trembled.

My hands were bound in leather cuffs to the bedpost. Legs parted with him between my legs.

“Show me what you have got, priest.” I managed to say.

He only smiled, but I was done for when his lips met my pussy.

I trembled badly with the extraordinary feeling that this could create. In his mouth was an ice cube, which he used on me right now.

“Fuck. What are you doing?…” I moaned as he sucked slowly on my clitoris using the ice cube that made me go crazy.

“Jesus Christ… this cunt is so juicy,” he groaned as he began to suck harder and faster now. The feeling of ice mixed with his tongue made me growl so loud.

“Oh fuck…. Please.”

“What do you beg for?” he asked as he fingered me now. I was a mess, hands bound and legs parted with strong arms.

“Jesus! Oh my god!!!” I screamed when he plunged two fingers with his tongue vibrating on my clit.

“Cum for me, Andrea…”

And I did. I came rolling off in waves, then a knock again; it's my father's voice.

“Amon! What is happening?” he panicked.

The preacher only stood up, his cock straining hard through his pants. The sight alone made me groan in anticipation.

His lips were bent in a smirk. My juice smeared all over his face.

“The first stage is done,” he smiled as he unbuckled his belt now.