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He opened Twitter and typed her handle (@rosiehendo1) into the search box. He waited, with trepidation, for her page to load and fear at what he might see. When her page finally came up he gasped. There she was, her curvaceous body striking a confident, arrogant pose, with the words above telling anyone who had stumbled onto her page “Nothing turns you on like a greedy woman using you.”
He felt a flush of shame at viewing this but even though he had just cum so hard his cock twitched again under his cassock.
He forced himself to close Twitter and turn his phone off. This would not do! He would not let himself get drawn into this. He must not, after all he was a man of God!
It took about three days before his resolve started to break. Thoughts of what had happened to him had kept returning to his mind ever since the incident in the confessional booth but he had prayed for strength and the will and resolve to resist. As each day passed though, and his balls started to fill up again, it became increasingly difficult. He had this overwhelming itch to open her Twitter again and scroll through some more posts. His cock just throbbed and ached whenever he thought about it and he cursed his weakness and inability to control himself.
Finally on the fifth day he gave in. He convinced himself it was just for “research”. That is what Rosie had called it and, if he looked through some of her posts, tried to understand what she did and her motivation, then he might be in a better position to help her wouldn’t he? After all that is what she had suggested he do hadn’t she?
He opened up Twitter and navigated to her page again. Already his heart was starting to beat faster and his hands were becoming clammy. It was as if his mind was sensing danger and warning him not to go any further, not to take a peek down the rabbit hole, but he could not help himself.
He started to scroll down each post, stopping to stare, mesmerised at each photo and the poisonous words that she had written. Photo after photo of her magnificent cleavage, framed by her beautiful bursa escort dark wavy hair. Her large, plump red lips forming a perfect pout or stretched into a knowing smirk. Her hour glass shaped body, with its dangerous curves and incredible round ass just challenged you to try to look away. The words in each tweet displayed a staggering degree of confidence and arrogance. She seemed to know exactly the affect her post would be having on any man that looked at them and was happy to point this out to them.
Time seemed to stand still as he continued to scroll. His cock throbbed involuntarily beneath his cassock and his heart continued to beat through his chest. He wanted to “like” a post, to let her know that he was doing what she had suggested, and possibly get her attention, but he resisted. That did seem like a step too far and finally he was able to drag himself away. He was surprised at how long he had spent looking and his cock was rock hard and aching. He really wanted to touch himself again but battled against these filthy urges. He would take himself off to pray for forgiveness and strength.
The next day the itch returned and this time he gave in quickly to his cravings. He found himself deep in her media again, hypnotised by the provocative photos and words that almost seemed to be almost directed specifically at him. “One like” he thought to himself, just to show her that he had done as she had asked. “Just one like.” The thought of pleasing her and obeying her made his cock throb even harder. He stared at the photo in front of him, the impossibly perfect cleavage and hit the like button.
A surge of fear flooded through him. What had he done? Why was he interacting with this devil in female form? He had convinced himself that he was here to help her but she was clearly exceedingly dangerous. All of these thoughts whirled around in his head and he was about to change his mind and unlike the post when he noticed a “1” appear in his message box and he new it was already too late. He opened his messages with fear bursa escort bayan coursing through him and read-
“Hello Father I see you have started your research on me!”
He stared at the message, heart racing, throat dry and with trembling fingers typed-
“Yes I thought it best to follow your suggestion and view your Twitter page”
“And what do you think Father? Can I be saved?”
“Well I must admit I have been shocked at some of your posts. They seem extremely provocative and designed to divert men from the true path of righteousness”
The chat then went quiet for a minute and he was surprised to see a voice note arrive. With a rush of excitement he pressed play and heard that same sensual, honey like, hypnotic voice he had heard in the confession booth say –
“That is EXACTLY what they are designed to do Father. As I said in confession it turns me on sooo very much corrupting innocent men who should know better and fear I fear that I can’t stop. Help me understand Father and go and like the ten posts that you think would have the most affect on men. The ones where I am at my worst and being the most wicked.”
Hearing her voice again had triggered him and his hard, swollen cock started to leak slightly. For some reason, that he could not explain, he had this very strong urge to obey her and do what she had said. He started scrolling slowly, looking at every photo closely and analysing each word and phrase feeling the affect it had on him and, he knew, every other man that might find himself looking at them. He started to “like” the ones that were particularly powerful. Toxic, manipulative tweets that stirred uncomfortable but arousing emotions within him. He was desperate to start touching himself and needed all his willpower to resist. He knew it would only make his current desperate state worse.
After he had finished liking the ten posts he quickly received another message –
“Good boy Father. Did you enjoy obeying my instructions?”
He stared at the message escort bayan with his heart racing and beating out of his chest. He had to admit to himself that he had and it had given him pleasure. With trembling fingers he just typed “Yes.”
He could see that she was typing again and became increasingly apprehensive as to what she was going to say next and then the message arrived-
“I think you should really experience what the other men I control do Father. Send me a tribute now.”
The confident, demanding, bossy tone of the message caused his cock to throb even more and he looked up her tribute methods and quickly sent her some money. As soon as he pressed send an electric shock of pleasure surged through him. Dopamine and adrenaline flowed around his body giving him a high he had never experienced before. His resolve broke and he had to put his hand on his cock and start to stroke as she had instructed.
His eyes were glazing over and he could hardly think straight when he saw another voice note arrive and he pressed play.
” Mmmmhhh Father good boy. It feels so good to obey me. It really turns me on sooo much. It made my pussy tingle when your tribute arrived. Can you imagine that Father? Me getting all aroused and wet. I know you are touching yourself right now and want to do it again. Send me another tribute now.”
Almost in a fevered frenzy he quickly did as she said and sent again. Another intense shot of pleasure coursed through him and he moaned audibly. It felt like his brain was being fucked.
Another voice note arrived and he listened to her sexy voice say ” Yes Father it feels so good to obey me doesn’t it? It is so sexy seeing you do as I say. keep stroking and send again and this time when you press send you may cum.”
Without hesitation the young priest arranged another tribute and immediately on pressing the send button his body spasmed, his back arched and sperm spurted violently from his rock hard cock. The most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced shook his whole body and when it had finally settled down he looked at his phone to see he had a further message. He opened it up to just read.
“You are going to crave feeling what I can do to you forever. You belong to me now!”
He stared at the message for a long time and thought about his faith and religion. He had to admit to himself that she was right!