Chapter 2: Dream Analysis
Buffy didn’t know what to expect when she came into Father William’s private office the next day, but she couldn’t help but be a little surprised when he asked her to lock the door behind her. She clicked the lock and just like that, she was a puddle of goo.
“Sit down, Miss Summers,” he said calmly from behind his desk and gestured to the chair on the other side of it.
She slowly walked over to the chair and sat down, becoming uneasy when he remained silent. His elbows were resting on the arms of his chair and the tips of his fingers were touching just below his chin as he looked her dead in the eye. It became obvious that he was having some sort of inner struggle as he slowly rocked back and forth in his chair, studying her carefully. He finally clasped his hands on his desk and leaned forward with an almost boyish grin on his face.
“Would you care to speak to me about your confession, Buffy?”
So he was calling her Buffy, now. Oh, she liked that a lot, almost as much as the way he was looking at her.
“Where should I begin?” she said coyly, matching his smirk with one of her own.
He stood up and walked around the desk until he was facing her and sat on the edge casually and folded his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you tell me about these dreams you’ve been having?”
Buffy bit her lip and blinked, trying her best to look innocent. “Well, Father…in the dream I’m being punished for being very naughty.”
“I see. And who is punishing you, Buffy?”
“You are, Father William.”
She watched as his eyes widened slightly and his nostrils twitched just a bit, but he was otherwise very calm and cool. “How am I punishing you?”
“The usual way, Father. Over your desk.”
His tongue darted out and wet his lips as he narrowed his eyes. William stood then and grabbed her hands, leading her to the desk. He stood behind her and placed both of her hands on the edge of the desk and whispered in her ear, “Like this?”
Buffy’s eyes fluttered when his body was so near hers. “Yes, Father.”
He backed up a bit, though Buffy stayed put. “And then what happened?”
“You…spank me.”
“With the yard stick?”
She shook her head. “No…with your hand.”
She felt him behind her again and shivered when he tentatively placed his hands on her hips. William ran his hands down her backside, down the sides of her thighs until he reached the hem of her pleated school uniform skirt. In one movement, he flipped it up and over her back, exposing her round ass. Buffy was breathing heavily now as she waited for him to do something. How was it that he was so calm and she was a nervous wreck? She’d had lots of sex with lots of different boys and he was a virgin for Christ’s sake, quite literally, in fact! And then he placed both hands firmly on her ass and squeezed. Buffy closed her eyes and her head dropped forward as he caressed her rump.
William inhaled deeply through his nose as he took in the sight before him. Her perfect ass was sheathed in light pink cotton briefs, so tight he could almost make out the crack of her ass through the thin fabric and he couldn’t resist grabbing her. God, this was wrong. He really should stop now.
“Spread your legs, Buffy. You’ll want to anchor yourself a bit better.”
Oh, God…. She knew what that meant. She placed her feet a few feet apart and leaned back a bit, aching for him to continue touching her. She’d fully anticipated taking the lead in this scenario, but this was oh so much better. He stepped to the right of her and dragged his left hand across the expanse of her ass in slow circular movements. She arched into his touch and then grunted when he brought his left hand down hard on her ass.
“One!”
Her eyes were trained on the carpet below her as she waited for the second blow, but it didn’t come. Instead, William tossed his coat on the ground, right beneath her. Just that simple act aroused her like no other. He wanted her to look down, but he also wanted her fully aware that he was removing articles of clothing. If he didn’t touch her soon…
“Two!” He spanked her again, this time rubbing away the sting with his large hand and she mewled with pleasure.
She heard a rustling of fabric and his black shirt met the coat on the floor. His hand was on her again, but this time he cupped her pussy and dragged his fingers over it and up onto her ass, spanking her a third time.
“Three!”
Buffy’s skin was humming and she couldn’t stop panting if she tried. And then the white tab of his priest collar was tossed on the ground and she whimpered. Father William leaned over her again, trailing his hands down her arms until they met her hands that gripped the desk and he held her there. She could feel him pressed against her, grazing the tip of his nose along the nape of her neck and her skin broke out in goose bumps, his warm breath wafted over the tiny hairs that fell from her ponytail. When his mouth came millimeters from her ear he said, “And what did you do to receive this punishment, Buffy?”
“I…I didn’t wear any panties to class and you saw it when I crossed my legs. I wanted you to see.”
His hands were on her stomach now, but his mouth never moved away from her ear as he pushed her black v-neck sweater up. “That was very naughty of you, Buffy. You shouldn’t tease a man of the cloth.” His hands came up to cup her breasts and she heard him inhaling when he discovered that she didn’t wear a bra.
Father William delicately fondled her tits beneath her sweater, barely touching her nipples until they grew erect. His mouth moved to the back of her neck and she felt his tongue flatten against it and he licked her up to the back of her ear while he roughly tugged on her nipples.
“Oh, God…” she moaned.
He pushed her sweater over her head and let it dangle from her wrists and then he stood up again. Buffy heard him moving a chair and then he sat down directly behind her, running the backs of his fingers up her thighs. As Father William hooked his fingers behind the waistband of her pale pink panties and dragged them down her legs he thought that he should really, really stop doing this. When he caught first sight of her completely shaved pussy, all pink and tiny and wet for him…he knew that he was going to Hell. Her ass was red with hand prints, her perfect round ass. And he was positive she would let him do whatever he wanted; something he planned on taking full advantage of. William placed his hands on her ass again and said, “Do you want me to touch you, Buffy?”
“Yes…please, Father William, please…”
He experimented a bit, pressing his fingers between her folds, stroking her gently, then hard, using both hands, then one, studying her responses carefully. It seemed no matter what he did, she was enjoying it so he decided to do what he wanted and buried his face between her thighs, gripping her ass with his hands as he gave her one long lick from her clit to her anus.
“Oh, God!”
“Such a naughty girl, Buffy,” he said between licks.
His lips encircled her clit and he sucked hard, bringing it between his teeth as he unmercifully plunged two fingers inside her pussy. She cried out his name and William closed his eyes as his tongue lashed at her pussy. He had no idea how wonderful a woman tasted, how responsive she would be to his slightest touch. As his fingers slid inside of her slick channel, he knew he was done for. This was the very essence of sin and he never wanted to be good again. This was better than he could have imagined and he found himself wanting to claim every inch of her body for himself…make her his. He wanted to cover her in his seed, fuck her mouth, fuck her ass. God, this was so immoral.
“Do you like having your priest finger your pussy, Buffy?”
“Guh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
She was rearing back, swallowing his movements with every thrust of her hips and he had a feeling that she was about to climax. He stood up, kicking the chair back out of his way and removed his fingers. Before she could protest, he’d placed one hand on the small of her back and the other came crashing down on her ass.
“Oh!”
“Four!”
He inserted his fingers again and thrust twice before he removed them and spanked her again; hard, so hard her tits bounced.
“Five!”
Buffy was losing her fucking mind. He was making her hotter than she’d ever been before. Just one more swat on her ass and she knew he’d make her come. Just one more…
“Stand up, Buffy.”
She panicked. She prayed that he wasn’t finished. Prayed that his next words weren’t “get out of my office.’ She stood and turned around to face him, her breath catching in her throat when she saw his bare chest for the first time. Simply put, he was perfect. His hair was wild around his forehead, his eyes were darkened with lust and his chest was heaving with every breath he took. God, he was hot. He stared at her for a moment and licked his lips, and then he walked over to her and tugged her sweater off of her arms. He explored her body as if he’d never seen a woman before, but his touch landed in ways that belied his innocence. Father William was born for this. She focused on the silver St. Christopher pendant that hung just below his pectoral muscles as his hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs flicked over her nipples. Every place that he touched he stared at in awe as if he’d been given a gift.
However, his appreciation for her form ended when he spoke in a tone she’d never heard from him before. It was low, demanding, and incredibly husky and it shook her to the core.
“I think it’s time for you to get on your knees and pray for forgiveness, Miss Summers.”
She swallowed and looked at him nervously. Certainly he didn’t mean actual prayer…
“You do remember how to pray, don’t you?”
“Yes, Father, but…”
“Then get. On. Your. Knees.”
Not needing any more instruction, she knelt before him and looked up into his eyes, lacing her fingers together to start praying. The corner of his mouth curled into a self-satisfied smirk as he began unbuckling his belt. Buffy smiled when realization hit and she licked her lips with anticipation. Oh, she so was going to pray all right. She was going to pray to God, thanking him for this blessed opportunity to put Father William’s dick in her mouth. Thank you, Jesus.
Her eyes widened when he dropped his trousers, displaying the hard evidence of his arousal. Father William was packing a seriously large cock. He took her hands and placed them on his erection, then his hand gripped the back of her head and he said, “Pray.”
She smiled coyly at him and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock while her hands stroked him. His eyes rolled backwards upon first contact and he moaned. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as he stared down at her, gripping the back of her head as he thrust deeper into her warm mouth. Buffy happily sucked his cock, never taking her eyes off him. As her head bobbed along his shaft and her tongue rolled against it, he started grunting. The sight of him like this was so fucking hot and she snuck a hand beneath her skirt to touch herself. As soon as she did, she felt him grip her ponytail and yank her head away from his cock.
“Did I say you could do that?”
“No, Father, I…”
“Wait your turn.”
If he wasn’t grinning so wickedly, she might have been angry. He gripped his cock with one hand and with the other he pushed her mouth onto it again, moaning loudly when she swallowed around it. Father William watched her intently. Her big green eyes staring up at him as his cock disappeared into her tiny little mouth and every muscle in his body tensed as the pleasure started building inside him. He removed the elastic from her ponytail, wanting to see her long blond hair flowing around her shoulders. He raked his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp as she blew him, her hand and mouth milking him for everything he was worth. She was so angelic, so perfect, so fucking hot and he didn’t know how much more he could take. He looked behind her at his desk for a moment, almost laughing at the image of it. Stained glass windows depicting the last supper lined the wall and he wondered why there wasn’t a shred of guilt inside of him for what they were doing. In fact, it only increased his arousal. He lifted her up onto her feet and grabbed her arms, pulling her flush against him.
When Father William’s lips pressed against Buffy’s, they both moaned, seeking out one another’s tongues and hungrily kissed, devoured, tasted. The feel of her bare tits against his chest and his cock pressed into her stomach was exhilarating. His hands gripped her ass and he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He walked them over to his desk and cleared its contents onto the floor with a swipe of his arm. William plopped her ass down on the edge of the desk and he placed a hand around her neck. He kept his eyes trained on her as he pushed her down flat on the desk by the throat. He kept his hand there as he lifted her skirt again, gripped the base of his cock and pushed into the entrance of her pussy. They both cried out when he was fully seated inside of her.
Father William took a moment to gain composure at the feel of being inside something so tight, warm and wet. It was heavenly, this girl’s pussy. He pulled out almost completely, exhaling the air he was holding like cigarette smoke and then plowed into her again. The hand at her throat tightened slightly, but not enough to choke her, just enough to keep her still. As he set a steady rhythm, he licked his lips and his eyes zeroed in on her tits as they bounced with every thrust. He thrust harder to make them bounce even more. Her eyes were closed though, and that wouldn’t do at all.
“Open your eyes, Buffy. Watch your priest fuck you.”
She opened her eyes and an impish grin formed on her mouth as she looked at him. Father William was definitely enjoying himself and the cocky grin he was sporting was enough to make her come. With his free hand, he lifted one of her legs and flung it over his shoulder to drive deeper inside her. The desk rocked with the force of his hips and Buffy moaned her approval, her walls tightening around his cock.
“Oh, Buffy…you wicked little sinner…”
“Oh, God, Father William…please, fuck me harder…”
“Dirty,” one hard thrust, “Little,” and another, “Girl.”
He abandoned her throat to bring both of her legs up and over his shoulders and he leaned forward, vigorously fucking her as hard and as fast as he could, the muscles in his jaw ticking as his own release was just on the other side of the horizon. He took a nipple into his mouth and his fingers found her clit, pinching it hard. She came instantly after, white hot heat blinding her eyes as she silently cried out.
“That’s right, Buffy…come on my cock. Drench me, baby…”
“Oh, oh…OH!”
Her pussy fluttered around him and he knew he was going to come. He pulled out and pumped his cock as thick white strands of cum spilled out, covering her stomach with his seed. He all but growled with his release, his hips humping his own hand and he finally collapsed, dropping her legs and resting his hands on the desk on either side of her, panting. Father William looked at Buffy then, her cheeks pink, her green eyes glazed over, her hair fanned about her head like a halo. She was gorgeous. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her tenderly, smiling against her lips when she moaned.
He moved away from her and helped clean her up, and handed her panties and sweater over so she could dress. They stared at one another as they put their clothes on, sad that it was over. He walked behind his desk and sat down, kicking his feet up on top of the desk. William reached into the drawer and pulled out his flask and took a long sip. As he screwed the lid back on he looked up at her and said, “You are forgiven for your sins, Miss Summers.”
She grinned flirtatiously. “Thank you, Father.”
“You may go now.”
She turned to leave but when her hand was on the door he stopped her.
“Pleasant dreams, Buffy.” He smiled brightly and winked, and then he turned around in his chair, linking his hands behind his head.
Oh, she was definitely going to be having pleasant dreams. So pleasant in fact, she might have to go to confession again. William was counting on it.