Two Down...

Gripping down hard onto the hips of the older priest, she twirled and slathered over his amply proportioned cock. After a moment the High Priest let out a grunt, and his seed filled her mouth, sweet and tangy.

Not long after the deputy pounding joyously at her pussy increased is own pace, the flexing of his flanks becoming wild and erratic. He slammed into her once, twice, thrice, and then let out a low groan of climax. She felt his seed spill into her, sending shivers down her spine.

He pulled out, stroking his cock one or two more times to spread some of the spunk across her nude lower back. The High priest, meanwhile, and also pulled out of her mouth and was stroking her chin gently.

"Good girl," he said, "But there is more anointment to be done."

Mira noticed that his cock, which by all rights should have been flaccid, was still hard. He stroked it in front of her face, but as yet made no move to place it between her willing lips. She trembled with anticipation, the pounding from before had stirred the fires inside her, but not brought her to climax.

A tiny part of her, a small shard that realized that this was a dream, screamed and railed. It was screaming to her that this was wrong, that she should not be here, that this was incorrect! But that part was not in control, something else was.

She felt hands on her hips again and turned around to see who it was.