The Ginger MILF and Father Tom

My name is Ginger. This is my story. Every word is true.

I've always known the power of a short skirt and high heels. I started wearing them when I was in high school. I worked as a hostess in a restaurant, and realized that a minidress and heels seemed to please the crowd. My skirts have always been super short, and my standard heels are black patent leather four or five inch heels, always with very pointy toes. I met my husband back then, and quickly realized that he had a thing for when I dressed that way.

Everyone has always called me Ginger because of my long red hair. While I don't consider myself a beauty, I have blue eyes, full lips and a pretty girl-next-door face. I'm mid-thirties now, but I've maintained the body that I had back then: 38C, still firm, ample hips and ass, and very strong legs, my strongest asset.

Earlier on, I only had sex with my husband, Jim. He has always realized that when we go out and walk into a bar or restaurant, all the men stop for a moment as I walk by. Where we live now in a suburb of the big city is pretty well-to-do, but reasonably conservative about dress, etc., so when I'd walk in with a micro mini, seamed stockings, and my standard stilettos, it would be, let's say, noticed.

Jim often joked about me "mingling" and teasing other men at the bar, as he loves to watch that. I always resisted that, being content to keep to myself with him while knowing that I was being a bit of a cock teaser.

Jim is a partner in a big firm, and its leadership asked him a couple of years ago to move back to the head office in the big city, so we moved back from across the country to a nice suburb.

We're Catholic, and Jim's aunt is a nun, who happened to have a relationship with a parish not far from us, so we jointed that parish when we moved in. Our kids went to the parish school. It turned out that the priest, Father Tom, was really very strict and old-fashioned. As one small example, at Christmas, he would only allow hymns at the pageant, no "Jingle Bells" or other non-religious Christmas songs.

One thing I noticed, though, was how handsome Tom was. He is about 45 and tall, large without being in any way out of shape, with Irish black hair. He moved here from Ireland as a young adult. He has a slight accent that is very charming. My general impression early on was "wow, what a waste of a man, and a shame that he couldn't ever experience being with a woman, it would make him so happy..."

The woman in me saw that Father Tom had big hands, and was a big guy, and I guessed that he was probably very well hung, probably with a nice thick cock, but I dismissed that thought as naughty and moved on.

At school and church events, I always stood out for how I looked and dressed. A lot of the other moms were plain-Janes, and I often got a lot of attention.

In different interactions, I started to realize that Father Tom "noticed" me. If I were volunteering at lunch or the food pantry, he'd come over to speak with me individually. When we were at some fancy event related to church or school, and I'd be in my miniskirt and heels "uniform," I caught him a couple of times looking at either my red hair, or down at my chest, ass, legs and heels, or all at once. But he would always act very strict and proper, so I didn't think much about it.

We have been financially fortunate, and we had donated things like laptops to the parish school in the past. We were thinking about another donation and getting with Father Tom to find out what needs there might be (it's not a rich parish by any means).

One night, around the time of planning the donation, we were finishing off a second bottle of Cabernet at our favorite nice restaurant, and Jim started to joke about how Father Tom really likes me, is always checking out me and my blazing Irish red hair, and wondered what would happen if Father Tom had an opportunity with me, and that I would be "doing a service to him, as a man, and to the parish, getting Father Tom to be more chill..."

On the surface, I thought that was a really bad idea, and my reaction to Jim reflected that: "Yeah, there's no fucking way that's ever going to happen! And just imagine if your aunt the nun found out that I tried to seduce the priest she introduced us too?" We laughed a little, but the idea stuck in my head somehow.

I honestly believe that deep down, Jim had a sense I really wanted to, but it was a dangerous thing. JIm would mention how Father Tom looked at me, and said it would be a great service to give him an experience that he's never had, and probably would otherwise go to his grave without. And it would be exciting, satisfying and dangerous for me.

Jim thought up a plan that at first seemed completely crazy. He said we should set up a meeting for the two of us with Father Tom to discuss possible donations. We would set it up for nighttime at the rectory (Church code for the priest's house), when no one else would be around. Father Tom was the only priest in the parish at the time. Our excuse for the time of day would be Jim's busy schedule.

The wrinkle was that Jim wouldn't actually join the meeting. I would show up in an incredibly sexy outfit, and take it from there.

I got increasingly nervous and excited in the days leading up to the appointment. Jim picked out my clothes, the hottest things I had ever worn, under the idea that there was no turning back, that it couldn't be resisted by mortal man.

I ended up wearing a black latex top with no bra, and a super short white latex miniskirt, with just a black thong, sheer stockings and patent leather stiletto heels.

The night of the "meeting," it was drizzling out. I was so nervous I had a shot of bourbon, something I never do. When Jim dropped me off, he told me to enjoy. He seemed excited that this was happening. I wore a light raincoat over my latex. My heartrate on my FitBit was over 100, I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest. The greatest adrenaline rush of my life.

When Father Tom answered the door at the rectory, he saw me standing there, but no Jim. I told him Jim had to go to a work meeting, but the two of us could talk about the donation. He asked me to come in, but started to see my outfit under the raincoat, and started to seem suspicious.

He guided me to a large wooden table and chairs in the middle of his living area, which has a small open kitchen area in the back. I took off my coat and he seemed really nervous, almost a bit angry or confused. Later he told me he was concerned about being "tempted by the flesh." I sat down at the table and made small talk about the donation, but he seemed visibly nervous. I figured that I was going for broke, so I said things like "wow, it's chilly in here" and rubbed my nipples through the latex to make them harder, and said "geez, now my nipples are getting hard." I asked him if I could have a cup of tea, and he went over to the open kitchen area about ten feet away and he seemed almost shaking, a person who had always seemed in charge and totally in control.

I got up and walked over, saying I wanted to help him, and he could hear the click clack of my high heels and saw my body as I walked toward him, swishing my hair. I went right up to him, and I could see his cock was hard as a rock, and as thick as I had predicted.

I grabbed his cock through his pants and started to rub it, he pulled away weakly, hesitantly, and then let me finish as he came inside his pants. The whole thing took about fifteen seconds! I said "See, you needed that nice release. Didn't it feel amazing?"

He told me to leave, acted really offended, etc., but I knew he really wanted me, as he had since he first laid eyes on me. I asked him to calm down, assuring him that no one would ever know, as I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, that this would be our little secret.

I said "I know you love how I look and want me very much. I'm going to do things to you and teach you things that will help make you a whole man, to have all the experiences a man should have, that you deserve. It's so exciting for me to do this."

He sat quietly, as if he were thinking, for a little while. I don't know what combination of thoughts and feelings were running through his head, but surely part of it was wanting me to stay. I walked around a lot, fixing tea, etc., so he could get the full effect of seeing me, who just made him cum in his pants, in the sexiest outfit of my life.

I had him stand up and I took his cock out of his pants. God, it was so nice and thick. I got on my knees and sucked it and licked it and then after about just 30 seconds I could tell he was about to cum quickly again, so I just jerked him off with my hand. He squirted a gigantic load about three feet, with a moan that said "so that's how this feels?" I cleaned it up, at first kneeling down to lick a bit of the cum off the floor.

At this point, he was pretty much putty in my hands. All pretense of resistance was gone. After a little while, I took him by the hand into his bedroom. In a bossy voice, I told him to lay down on his back. With some difficulty, I pulled off the latex top and skirt, and just had on the thong, stockings and heels. I got on top of his cock and it made a squishing sound as I slid down on him, as I was gushing wet. I rode him, slowly gliding up and down, telling him to hold my boobs and caress my nipples.

I believe this was the life-changing moment I had been wanting him to have. He almost yelled his moan as he came, having this hot redhead in a thong and heels on top of him, and being able to touch her breasts, the ones he had coveted for so long. As he came, I did too, I believe purely from the excitement of the moment. I moaned to him "Ohhh Tom, ohhh Tom, it feels so good, it feels so good..." and kept riding him long after he came, as he somehow stayed nice and hard (I'm sure playing with my 38Cs didn't hurt), and his thick cock had me cumming more than once...

While this was supposed to be all about his pleasure, I actually had trouble being able to walk in heels after getting off him. It's as if my legs wouldn't work, I was so sexually spent, literally weak in the knees...

I know he watched me as I walked away, only in thong and heels, and then put on my latex top and skirt. I leaned over and kissed him deeply, and said "My Tom, we've wanted each other so badly, now I have you..." and said I'd see myself out.

Back at the ranch, Jim thought this was amazing. I begged him to fuck me from behind, and he did, while I told him every detail about Tom, the size of his cock, how I came for him over and over, how he watched me walk around in my skirt, and later thong and heels. I came like mad as Jim thrust in and out of my used, dripping pussy. Late, he was still excited and said if this was enjoyable, why not continue? Honestly, I was wanting to continue regardless. After all, Jim started it!

As Father Tom was living alone at the time, I signed up for a weekly assignment of helping clean the rectory, a task normally done by the old ladies of the Altar Society. They thought my joining was a little odd, but no one really suspected. I also texted Father Tom (now "Tom" to me) on his cell phone number published in the church weekly bulletin, and he answered. I told him I was on the rectory cleaning squad and would be there Tuesday at noon, and he just responded "OK."

Jim said "why not have him meet you at the diner for late breakfast on Tuesday to 'talk about donations,' before you go to the rectory? Could be fun..." So I texted Tom and he quickly agreed to meet.

On Tuesday, I waited outside the diner until I saw Tom go in. I wore a short black miniskirt and a pretty sheer lacy, colored top with no bra. And of course, my signature stiletto heels, black patent leather. All I had on underneath was a thong, no stockings this time. My top was the kind that from far away looked normal, but up close you could obviously see that I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples were practically tearing through the blouse, which was also low cut. All of this under a rain coat. I was so fucking excited, I remember, I could have orgasmed just by wishing it.

I walked dramatically down the aisle of the diner, to Tom's booth. I talked loudly, about donations, church office matters, etc., to make him more at ease that I wouldn't compromise him. He was nervous again about things, it seemed.

It was pretty empty in the diner, and when I took off my coat, he almost gasped. He could see my nipples full-on through the blouse. When the waitress walked away, I would say things like "is this skirt too short for church? Are my heels too high? Would it be OK for me to wear them to Mass? I forgot to put on hosiery today, but that should be more convenient for later..." I took off one shoe and with my toes felt his massive bulge under the table. I left him with "let's make this a standing meeting about donations on Tuesdays. I may bring Jim with me next week, he wants to make sure I'm giving you and the parish all the support that I can."

At noon, I came in the back door of the rectory, as there is a small parking lot in the back, and no one can see you coming or going. Tom opened the door even before I knocked. I walked around the main area with the large table and chairs, to accentuate the click clack noise of my heels. I asked him for tea. When he was fixing it, I walked over and put my arms around his neck and kissed him. I asked him if he liked my red hair, and he told me that he had always liked it. I said "good, as I'm going to teach you something where you can pull my hair, but not too hard now?" He had a giant hard-on through his pants, so I touched it.

Me: "Do you like when I dress sexy for you?"

Tom: "Yes, I have to admit it."

Me: "Good, you're going to make love to me with my sexy clothes on, I hope that's OK..."

I led him into his small office. In the corner, he had a small, upholstered chair with wooden arms and legs. I opened his pants and pulled them to his knees. Sucked him, just to taste for a second. I bent over the chair, with my knees on the seat and my hands holding the back. With my ass in the air, I pulled up my very short skirt, and I pulled my thong to the side. I guided him to get his cock in me. Honestly, I don't think he knew doggie-style even existed.

I told him to grab my hair. He stroked his thick cock in me a couple of times and came right away, with the same "is this for real?" moan, and I could feel the big, hot load in me. But he stayed pretty hard, and told him to keep stroking, slowly now. I told him he could use my heels as handles, and really give it to me. It was sweet that he naively asked "won't that hurt you?" I said " NO! GIVE it to me!!"

He started stroking faster and faster and deeper and deeper. I really came, which was unusual for me for that position. I believe it was knowing how amazing and unbelievable it was for him, and the idea of having him ramming me, getting what he wanted so badly but had thought he would never get.

On the next Tuesday, I went to the early Mass (only old people usually go to daily Mass, it seems). I had on black tights and stiletto heels, and a leather bustier under a plain raincoat. There were a few old people already seated, and "Father Tom" was preparing for Mass up on the altar. In the silence of the church acoustics, everyone, including Tom, could hear the click clack of my heels. It was surely a surprise to Tom, who looked up for a second from his preparations.

During Mass, including going up for Communion, I kept the raincoat partially open so he, but not the churchgoers, could see my tight bustier and ample chest, which he had already touched and sucked, underneath.

A little later, dressed the same, I brought Jim with me to the diner for the Father Tom breakfast. Tom was visibly nervous, having the husband of his sex partner present. I kept opening my coat, so that Tom would know that Jim was noticing I was doing it for the priest. Jim would say "wow, honey, that's quite a bustier. You look amazing. I'll bet your nipples are getting hard under it, and you're probably getting a little wet..."

Tom almost got up to leave, he was so agitated. He was almost shaking. But Jim said "Father, please don't leave, I was just about to write you a check to buy the laptops you need for the school..."

Jim told Tom we'd get him a check by tomorrow, and said he had to go as he was late for a meeting. I rubbed Tom's bulge with my toes again. Jim said "Father, I just want to make sure that Ginger is doing everything she can to support you and the parish. I know she's done the food pantry in the past, but now that she's helping out at the rectory, are you sure that you're fully satisfied with what she's doing?"

Tom could hardly answer Jim, as he was having his bulge stroked through his pants by Jim's wife under the table.

While this was really weird for Tom, to see and hear the cuckold in this way, it did make him at ease a bit. He seemed really relaxed when we fucked afterward, and as it was fast and strong, with hair pulling, we even broke the chair in the corner of his office. Tom later had to explain this to the Finance Committee. After resting a bit, I would bend over the table in the main living area, as we found that with my heels on, and with Tom's height, things "fit" perfectly. Tom came quickly again, as I think the view and feeling was just too much for him. Again I said "See, you needed that. A nice release for my strong lover."

I brought Jim to the rectory with me the next week, for a little fun. I had on just a silk button down top, miniskirt and heels under my raincoat. Tom was nervous again, but Jim said he just wanted a cup of tea and he would leave.

While Jim made himself a cup of tea, I took Tom by the hand over toward his bedroom and unbuttoned my blouse so my tits were out in the open and my nipples were nice and hard, sticking out and ready for sucking. I went in Tom's bedroom with him, but left the door cracked. Jim couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear. I had Tom laying on his back and pulled up my miniskirt and slid my thong to one side to ride him. Knowing Jim was out in the living area, I moaned pretty loud, saying "ohh Tom, ohh, my Tom" repeatedly, and Tom came with a groan. As he came, his legs were actually twitching from the amazing effect he felt. I kept riding him and started to say loudly, and truthfully, "Oh my Tom, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Jim, as if on cue, called in from the outside the room "I'm going now, thanks for everything, Father. See you later..." and left noisily through the back door.

Jim and I had fun after that. At the end of each Sunday Mass, when everyone shakes hands with the priest when leaving, I would hold Tom's hand a little longer, caressing the palm of his hand with my finger, and whispering "see how I dressed just for you?" Then I would say loudly "I'll be by for the rectory cleaning on Tuesday."

Alas, Father Tom got re-assigned to a parish about 40 miles away, and I haven't seen him since.