The Priest with Strange Sins Ch. 01

ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

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Harriet McElroy pulled her bra on, fastened it, then adjusted the straps and cups for fit, best effect, and comfort. That done, she pulled her bikini panties up her legs to her hips, then pushed her head through her dress, and pulled the dress, a yellow shift, down her body till the hem was a full foot above her knees. Heels made her look taller and her legs look nicer.

After she dressed, painted herself, and scented her neck, snatch, and panties, she came out of the bedroom, through the living room, to the kitchen, for her wrist watch, cigarettes, lube, keys, and a few dollars to get her evening started. Dennis, her old man, drunk and passed out asleep in his recliner, snored away. With her purse filled with her bric-a-brac she headed out the door for THE BLACK MARKET, a club where black men and white women connected for sex. Harriet went there when she wasn't working her shifts at Duncan Donuts.

Outside on the porch, watching the winter rain falling in torrents as she smoked, Harriet wondered how she'd make it to the club dry. The old oak trees along the alley swayed in the wind as they shed the deluge that fell upon them.

Across the alley, at Saint Pia Zadora Church, she heard the cacophonous screeching of the children's choir and pianist practicing for Sunday's mass, but didn't see the hungry eyes looking back at her from the darkness.

Harriet wore her 200 pounds well, most of it was on her ass and tits. She was thirty-nine years old and five-seven tall with curly black hair that fell to her neck, gray eyes, and plum colored nipples. No tats or gaudy piercings on her, "I wish I could afford dentures," she thought as she checked her lip-stick. A few of her molars were gone.

She opened her umbrella, tossed the cigarette butt to the ground, and walked up the alley to Taliaferro Street; the hungry eyes followed her ass till she turned the corner to walk the two blocks to the bus stop.

Three people were huddled beneath its canopy, waiting for the last bus of the day. The man looked thirty years older than the woman, and she looked around fifteen years older than the boy. The woman called the older man, "Jarvis," and sat close beside him smoking a cigarette. Jarvis was fat with thin hair dyed dark maroon, like a '47 Ford. Her name was Cheryl. Jarvis pulled a pouch of Red Man from his pocket and stuffed a pinch of tobacco in his mouth.

"Whatzit mean when a girl says she wants to wait till she's married to fool around?" The boy asked.

"She been putting out before she said it?" Jarvis asked.

"Kinda," the boy responded.

Jarvis cackled. "What it means is she's putting out for another fella now and don't want things gettin' confused when she gets knocked up."

"Don't tell him stuff like that!" Cheryl protested. "Junior! Don't you pay no attention to Jarvis."

"Bull shit, woman, it caint mean nuthin else!" Jarvis argued.

"We'll talk about it later," Cheryl said when she saw Harriet approaching out of the rain and darkness. "Fine night, ain't it?"

Harriet shook her umbrella and collapsed it," It's a mess," Harriet replied, lighting up a cigarette.

"Bus be here in a jiffy," Junior added. Checking out Harriet's cleavage; Jarvis looked at Harriet's plump ass. Cheryl noticed and frowned.

The bus was fifteen minutes late when an older model Cavalier stopped at the bus shelter; the driver rolled his window down and caught Harriet's attention with a whistle.

She turned around. "You want me?"

"Uh huh. I'm Charlie Smith, we're neighbors, I live at the church across the alley from you."

"Pia Zadora?" Harriet guessed.

"Uh huh," Smith replied. "You need a ride?"

"The bus is late, and I need to get to work," she said.

"Hop in," Smith invited.

"What about these other folks?" She wanted to know.

"We'll wait for the bus," Cheryl said. Harriet hurried to the car and got in. Smith put the car in gear and pulled away from the bus stop.

"Where to?" He asked.

"I work at The Black Market," she replied. Smith stared at her thighs and crotch when the car passed street lamps that lighted her lower body. Harriet saw his furtive glances, and adjusted her legs to bait him better exposing more of her skin. "He's young," she considered, "and might be good for some quick, convenient cash. The girls might go for him, too."

"That's a club, isn't it?" Smith asked.

She turned toward him, opening her legs more, "It's a sex bar where I make extra money."

"Just black men?" Smith asked.

"You know about it? Naah, I'll fuck anyone if they got the money. If you got any money I'll fuck you," she looked at his face. "for two-hundred an hour, and you pay for the room." She put her hand on his cock. "Interested?" She asked as she felt and squeezed him.

"I'm a priest, I don't have two hundred dollars," he confessed.

"Just how old are you?" She asked as she lifted her hand off his cock when her interest in him fizzled.

"Twenty-three," Smith replied as he pulled up to the club and stopped. "Can I see you sometime?"

"Charlie I suggest you save your money, then come back, and I'll take care of your problem," she suggested.

"But when can I see you again?" Smith asked, oblivious to her suggestion to come back with money.

"Thank you for the ride," she said as she opened the car door and got out. Smith rolled his window down.

"I'm serious," he said.

Harriet looked back over her shoulder, "Me, too."

The Black Market was several blocks from Harriet's alley cottage, in an old part of Bay City that was mixed race ghetto. The club used most of what was a restaurant back in the 50s, now used for members to mingle and unwind before they connected for sex, drugs, and whatever. An old motel sat next door with rooms many woman rented by the month, for their drugs and lovers. Most rented rooms as needed.

After nine o'clock parking was free across the street at the econo market, but rarely used during the week. Many women came by after work or when their men were out of town. Almost all liked the feel of wild nigger baby seed in their unprotected wombs. "While the cats away."

Harriet worked at Duncan Donuts five nights a week, then spent her free nights at the club picking up men. The bar gave her a cut of the drinks they bought.

After dumping Smith Harriet walked inside, climbed on a stool, laid her purse on the bar, and stuck a cigarette between her red lips. A hand with a match then came from behind her and lit it.

In the dark, her eyes weren't yet adjusted to, she didn't recognize the man. "Thanks," she said, exhaling the first puff in a languid plume that floated away from her lips.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked.

"For a gin and tonic," she replied.

"A gin and tonic, and a highball," the man told the topless barista. The stranger was tall, well dressed, fit, and looked fifty or so.

"You in the army?" Harriet asked.

"Air Force," he replied.

"Out at the base?"

"Uh, huh," he said.

"I never seen you here before," she said.

"I just got here," he said, pawing her arm with his finger-tips. "Is there someplace private we can go?"

"Depends on what kind of privacy you want," she said.

"One on one," he suggested.

"Well, one on one is expensive," she said.

"Gimme an idea," he opened his wallet.

"Two hundred an hour, plus a fifty cover charge for the room," she said, sipping her drink.

"You married, or a pro?" He asked.

"Both," she replied.

"OK," he said.

"OK, what?" Harriet lifted her eye brows slightly.

"OK I'd like an hour of privacy," he said.

"Mind if I finish my drink?" She asked.

"Take your time," he laid his hand on her leg.

"Give the woman fifty for the room, baby," Harriet told him, placing her hand on his cock and rubbing it though the cloth. He let his fingers stray to her crotch.

Outside Smith was parked where he watched the bar door without being obvious, and saw Harriet and her black lover come out. Harriet saw Smith's car and smiled.

In the room Harriet turned on the bathroom light, then opened the bathroom window. The perfect spot for a peeping Tom to watch the show on the bed from its reflection in the bedroom mirror on the wall opposite the bed.

Smith left his car to look around the motel. He found the open window and saw Harriet removing her clothes, Harriet saw him but pretended he wasn't there. She let him watch, and made sure he got his eyes full of her fat tits, fat ass, and plump pussy, and made sure he saw her play with herself before she returned to the bedroom.

"Turn the light off," he said.

"No," she replied. "I like to see what I'm doing and watch you. Gimme my money, baby."

"Later," he said.

"Now or go home," she insisted. He got out his wallet, pulled out four fifties for her, and tossed the wallet on the dresser.

He was naked, stroking his limp cock, when Harriet kneeled, took the cock in her hands, and pushed her mouth along its full length. The man put his hands behind her head."You already had some pussy today," she observed. "I can smell it."

"You got anything against pussy?" He asked.

"Not as long as she pays," Harriet replied, pumping him and sucking the head hard.

But when he began to swell it was too much for her mouth, and she gagged, then teared when he forced it. "Take it, bitch!" He growled. She pulled her mouth off him to breath, and he slapped her hard.

"I said, take it, or I'll knock your teeth out, you understand?"

She nodded her head, then got away from him, lay on the bed, spread her legs wide, and said," There's plenty of room for it here." She spread her lips apart for him to see how big and loose she was.

"Looks like you get plenty of black cock," he observed. Harriet sighed. "You like black meat?" She nodded her head. He then spit on his hand, coated his cock with it, and pushed it to the hilt inside her. She felt full, and liked how his weight held her down. "You like it rough, too, doncha?" He held her beefy legs up and apart to get at her hole and fuck it hard.

Harriet nodded her head hard, and sighed, "Yes." "Want me to get my belt and whip your fat ass?"

"Uh, huh." She moaned. "But fuck me first."

"Ass whuppin, first. Turn over," he said as he pulled his belt off his pants, folded it, and smacked it against his left palm. Harriet rolled over onto her stomach, buried her head in the pillow, and spread her legs.

Her ass was solid, and she groaned 'Oh!" when he hit her. He waited a few seconds, "Do it again, she cooed. He hit her. Then, "More," she said. She wondered if the young priest was watching her her ass spanked and fucking her nigger lover. The man applied the belt several more times, until she cried, "Fuck me!" Her eyes were wild and hot. Her chest was flushed and heaving.

At the end Harriet's ass was red, and her hair and skin were wet, coated with sweat. Her asshole felt stretched and sore. The man sat by her with his finger in her cunt, feeling his cum and pushing it back into her as it seeped out and dripped onto the sheet.

"I need a cigarette," she said, as her hole opened and closed around his finger in time with her breathing.

He ignored her, and eased his dick back inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and let her hand with the cigarette dangle above the floor as his cock aroused her fire again."Want some more black cock, baby?"

"Yes," she whispered, and raised her bottom a little.

Two hours had passed when she looked at her watch. She got up and went to the bathroom for toilet paper to scoop his cum out of her pussy. She felt full to the brim, and stood so Smith could see the cum flow down her legs, and let him see her pull it out and shower.

Back in the bedroom she said," It's been two hours." She dropped her clothes atop the man's wallet.

"So what?" He asked.

"So you owe me more money, is what," she replied.

"For what!" He growled.

"For my time," she said.

"Fuck your time," he said. "You liked it as much as me."

"I did, and now I want my money," she insisted.

The man slapped her, dressed, and left. But she had his wallet, and waited several minutes for him to miss it and return. Then she took two hundred dollars from the wallet, put the money in her purse, and left the wallet with the barista.

At the end of the night, as Harriet walked home, Smith pulled to the curb near her and offered a ride. She got in the car. "Mind if I smoke?" She asked.

"Go ahead," he replied.

"Didja get an eye full?" She asked.

"Huh?" He lied.

Harriet put her hand on his cock. "Find a dark spot, so I can suck you off," she said. When she was done, and his cum coated her lips and dripped from her chin, she raised up and plunged her tongue into his mouth as she pressed her body against him. "Now you belong to the Devil."