Pope First

She decided to get the pope first. She always had time for the young priest later. She walked down the hallways. She could smell the piousness and goody goodness of the place. So many repressed sexual desires ready to work out.

She entered the Pope’s room where he was reaching for a book. He was getting up there in age.

“Here, let me help you,” she said.

Before the Pope could say anything or react to her outfit she took a step ladder and climbed it.

“Thank you,” he said.

She bent her ass a bit so the pope could see her pussy and that she wasn’t wearing any panties under the suit. The poor man almost had a heart attack. She acted like she didn’t notice and reached for the book. The smell of her pussy was strong and full of high demonic pheremones. The pope soon found his cock hardening and he had no control. Her pussy was inches away from his face.

She came down.

“You, lady, that is not an appropriate attire!” he said.

“What do you mean?” she said innocently sucking her finger.

“Your clothes!” he said.

“Oh. My clothes. I thought it was my dripping wet pussy that was inappropriate. Plus that little Pope tent you have tells me you like it!” He backed away to call security but Danya had already cut off the lines. The doors were locked, too.

She walked seductively towards him...