100 Centimetres - Experience 05

Dedication

This story is dedicated to a man who is mythical in both magic and mystery. Your true friendship and encouragement has been indispensable to the continuation of my writings. For my enchanting Parisian friend and confidante JC aka PrincedAquitaine.

Affectionately Ice

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It's Christmas Eve. To myself, that did not mean a lot. Christmas was just an excuse to fight with distant relatives, gift unwanted presents, over eat and over indulge in alcohol. This was the culture of my country. But to you, my Master, it was quite a different sort of occasion.

In all honesty, I was surprised when you asked me to accompany you to midnight mass on Christmas Eve. I had little, if any, knowledge of the teachings and beliefs of the Roman Catholic Church and you never struck me as a religious minded person. Especially with all the risque and sinful moments we had experienced together.

I could hardly refuse you. And I was even more surprised when you laid out the outfit I was to wear. Gone were the black sexy lace items, in its place a pair of white cotton underwear and no bra. A sheer white muslin dress lay on the bed with a white fur coat and white ballet flats. Confusion blanketed my face as I looked to you for answers. Your eyes and face gave nothing away so I resigned myself to dress in the chosen outfit. I braided my long blonde curls and added some very light make up. My blue eyes stood out in all this white and I looked very young and innocent. I meet you at the front door, you are dressed in a beautifully tailored suit and I think to myself how lucky I am to have you as my Master.

As we enter the church, we are greeted by many people I don't know and I've never seen. I start to squirm a little as I feel very underdressed and very young amongst these people. We find our seats in the church, the service begins and is delivered in a language I still don't understand fluently yet. In the darkness and barely lit room, I feel your hand take mine in its warmth. It doesn't matter how many times I feel your touch, it still sends fire across my body and butterflies in my stomach. You slide my hand under your black overcoat, placing it over your hardening cock. My hand rubs your desire through your pants and I slowly and trying ever so quietly unzipper your pants. Your cock springs loose under the safety on your coat and I start to stroke it.

So, at the moment, I am in an elite prestigious church, surrounded by followers of that faith, stroking my Masters cock underneath his coat. What have I gotten myself into? I can hear your breath quicken as I grip your cock tightly and move my gentle fingers up and down the shaft. After a rather sharp intake of air, you place your hand on top of mine and whisper for me to stop for now. We both listen to the remains of the service but I wriggle often in my seat as I feel this deep desire of need.

Many hours later, the crowds start filtering out, the choir boys and bishops leave to return to their homes, the lamps and candles are extinguished until eventually, the church is plunged into cold unfeeling darkness. You take my hand and lead me through the aisles of chairs and pull me up onto the podium and push me hard up against the altar. Your lips start to devour mine as you squeeze my breasts through my white muslin dress. My hardened nipples poking through the dress from the cold night air and leaving very little to the imagination.

You remove my fur coat and pull me hard against you. I can feel your hot raging arousal against my body as you kiss me. You lift me as though I weighed nothing at all and placed me onto the white marble altar. Surrounded by golden crosses and pictures of Jesus, the ceiling blanketed in paintings of old. The moonlight shining through the stain glass window directly onto the altar. You push me back so that I lay on my back and you spread my legs open wide. My white cotton underwear are removed by you and you start to lap at my wet throbbing clit. My pussy needs little attention as I am already very wet and ready for your cock. You position yourself above me, your hypnotic eyes pulling me in deeper under your spell.

You thrust in hard, whispering to me that before God, you were going to breed me, impregnate me, give me a child. You start to savagely ram your cock into my pussy, I thought you were going to split me in half. I dug my finger nails into your back as you bit that sweet, sweet spot just below my ear. I am moaning Master with every thrust, my body electrified and on fire. I can feel my orgasm building quickly as you keep whispering that I am your whore, your slave and that I must be bred. Your primal grunting as you bury yourself deep into my cunt, the urgency you have when you thrust into me. You quicken your pace just as I feel myself about to cum, screaming and pleading for your permission to cum. You just manage to mutter yes as I start to feel you pump my undeserving womb with your potent seed. I tremble as I cum, wave after wave on your dominating cock. My pussy milking every last drop as it brings your seed closer to my eagerly awaiting and fertile womb.

We lay there for quite sometime, in a delirium of pleasure. My legs astride, your softened cock still inside my pussy until eventually you pull out. I can feel the mixture of our juices slowly flow out of me and drip onto the marble altar. You help me to me feet and I go to put my underwear back on but you place them in your pocket, a mischievous grin on your face. You help me with putting my fur coat back on and we leave the church on a cloud of ecstasy. I had to walk home with next to no clothes on and our juices running down my legs, the result of our sinful action.

When we returned home, the significance of what I had just participated in sent blood rushing to my cheeks. So forbidden, so daring and yet such an arousal. It was at that moment, I finally realised that I didn't have any control over myself anymore. I belonged entirely to you. You owned my body, my soul and my mind. I gaze over at you as I make your coffee, softly smiling, knowing that you have me me infinitesimally happy. And another centimetre closer to sharing your bed.