Baal's Priestess

"No way! No. Not a chance, and that's final!" I really, really wanted to stamp my foot for emphasis but I knew that Sly would just mock me for being too "girlie", one of his favorite epithets.

"Jesus, Sly," I said, "You damned well ought to know me by now. You've been my agent for almost a year. How could you think I'd go for this?"

"Calm down, Princess," he said in an oleaginous placating tone. Not an easy thing for a big, hard, street-raised guy like Sly, but he managed it. It didn't help my mood. "Here, lemme explain, okay?"

"This better be good," I said, still glaring at him.

"C'mon, Princess. It's a role-playing job, and we both know you like them."

"Well, yes," I said, "but that depends on the role, don't you think?"

"Yeah," he said, carefully watching my reaction. "I get that. But I thought the idea of playing a 'high priestess to a god' would appeal to you. And a very sexy high priestess at that."

"Hmm. Well, okay, I'll admit that part appeals to me. And the sex, or course. And yeah, the money's not bad. But..."

"But what?"

"Well, it sounds to me like the guy was insisting on me being totally submissive. I get that I'm supposed to 'worship' him. I mean, sure, I can do that, but it's not my first choice. You should have asked me before you set this one up."

"Oh for Christ's sake, Princess," he said. "It's just a job. It ain't like it means anything. He just a nerd as wants to get laid, but he wants to spice it up some."

"Hmm," I said, playing for time. "Okay, tell me the scenario again."

"The what? Oh, the scene he wants? Okay, he's gonna be a god called Baal..."

"Whoa. Baal? Wasn't he the Ugaritic god of fertility, the one that they offered live children as sacrifices to? I didn't know he had priestesses, and anyhow, if he did, wouldn't they have been virgins?"

"Jesus, Princess," he said in a tone somewhere between exasperation and admiration, "I can't believe the useless crap in that gorgeous head of yours. How the fuck would I know if this guy Baal had priestesses or not, much less whether they were virgins? And anyhow, who gives a fuck? It's what the client wants. Fuck this historical accuracy shit."

"Well," I said in a grumbling tone, "I'd just like it to be a little accurate if I'm gonna play a role. But yeah, okay, you're right, the idea is to keep the client happy. Oh hell, I guess I can be submissive enough. Just don't you get any ideas."

"That's my girl," Sly said with relief. "Don't sweat the details. Anyway, once you get to the sex, he ain't gonna care about anything else, if I know you."

"I always get nervous when you throw me a compliment."

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I had to admit that the lack of historical information was actually a plus. Who knew what the hypothetical priestesses of Baal wore, anyway? So, I got together with Ruth, a costumer from the Metropolitan Opera who's worked with me before, to come up with something. Ruth's a genius with clothing, and working with opera costumes has given her lots of ideas for over-the-top get-ups. This one was made of a clingy, soft, silky material that followed my curves very nicely. It was gathered over my right shoulder and swooped down to the left, barely covering the areola of my left breast and exposing lots of cleavage. it was cinched at the waist to accentuate my hips and my ass and then dropped gracefully to the floor just over my high-heeled sandals. It had an opening on the right that revealed a nice length of my right leg with every step I took. Ruth had me wear a silk scarf which covered my long dark hair except for a couple of curls on either side. The outfit was sensational, and I spent a chunk of time in front of my mirror admiring myself. I was pretty sure 'Baal' was gonna love it. Yeah, I know that guys really want to get to what's underneath, but I also know they enjoy the packaging. Hey, I am a professional, after all.

'Baal' had a nice apartment in the upper eighties. Peter, my go-to Uber driver, had a few very nice things to say about the priestess outfit and what I did for it, which helped my ego a bit. I also enjoyed the look from the doorman, who had enough smarts to just smile and let me in. I rang the bell at the apartment door and waited while the peephole opened and I got inspected. I could hear the intake of breath through the door.

The door opened. I'd never met a god before, at least that I was aware of, so I wasn't sure what to expect.

My client's version, anyway, looked much like an Egyptian or Phoenician noble with a shendyt kilt and a linen tunic open to show a nicely sculpted, hairless chest. His eyes were heavily lined with kohl, and his lips were reddened with some dye. What really stood out, however, were the horns. He held a staff in one hand.

He stepped back and looked me over. I guess I passed muster.

"Who comes to worship the god Baal?" he said in a very deep voice. "Be thou one of my priestesses?"

"Lord," I said with downcast eyes, "I am. If it pleases thee, I would pay homage to my god with my body."

(Damn, I'm good at this stuff. I would have made one hell of a Phoenician courtesan.)

"Enter then into my presence," he said.

The apartment was dark except for a few wall sconces and reeked of incense and maybe some marijuana. He took my hand and led me through the living room into the bedroom. I guessed we were going light on the preliminaries. Fine by me. I wasn't looking forward to kneeling in worship.

"Kneel before me, Priestess," he said in a commanding tone.

Drat!

I knelt. Good thing I was getting well paid for this.

'Baal' reached down and gently pushed my scarf back to reveal my hair. He brushed my curls away from my face with his fingers. Then he removed the broach that bound my dress at my right shoulder and watched as the whole top fell to my waist, exposing my breasts (of course I wasn't wearing a bra. I really don't need one, anyway). I enjoyed his abrupt intake of breath.

He bent down and cupped my left breast with his right hand. His palm grazed my nipple, which stiffened in response. His hand was nice and warm, and his caress felt good. I sighed.

He undid the cinch on his kilt and let it fall to the ground. He was naked under it. He had a rather nice-looking cock and an impressive pair of testicles. I could guess what was coming, and looked forward to it.

He stroked my breast again and his cock stiffened and came erect, its blunt head rising to face me.

"Thou knowest what to do, Priestess," he said.

I did. I licked my lips to lubricate them and addressed them to the tip of his cock. I probed the tip with my tongue, tasting his slightly salty pre-cum. I kissed the tip, and then slipped my lips over the head and took a couple of inches of his shaft into my mouth. It felt quite good: warm and solid, a pleasant weight on my tongue. I moved closer. He moaned softly. I started going back and forth on him, grasping his shaft just behind the head with my lips and massaging the tip with my tongue on each outstroke.

He put his hands on either side of my head and encouraged my motions. His shaft was soon wet with my saliva and slid easily between my lips. I began sucking hiim, gently at first, then with growing enthusiasm as I got into it. His hips began to move, and his sighs became moans of pleasure. We fell into a rhythm with my head moving in synchrony with his hips. His hands tightened on my head. Now he was gasping, and his thrusts became less smooth and more erratic. I felt his cock swell and stiffen, its weight growing on my lips and tongue. I moaned with pleasure myself. I could feel the dampness between my legs. This was really enjoyable!

It couldn't last, of course, pleasant as it was. His moans grew louder, his hands grasped my head tighter, his strokes became more forceful.

"Oh. Oh my god, you're good," he whispered. "God, that feels sooo wonderful. Your mouth... I mean... oh Jesus that was good. Do it again, please!! God, I could fuck your mouth forever. Oh lord, I'm gonna cum! Can't help it. Want it! Take it, you beautiful, wonderful woman."

I took a deep breath in anticipation. He stopped and his whole body stiffened and with a heartfelt moan he came into me. Oh, it was very nice. His cock swelled and pulsed and I welcomed the first of many hot blasts of his semen in my salivating mouth. It shot from his tip and hit the roof of my mouth and dropped onto the back of my tongue. I swallowed it. It felt good going down. Warm and slick. It was followed in quick succession by more blasts, which I just allowed to accumulate, savoring the warmth and weight of his load as he delivered it to me, accompanied by his moans of pure pleasure. I love listening to guys while they come, especially when they don't make a big production of it, but just thoroughly, thoroughly enjoy it. It's very erotic, if I'm saying anything profound here.

He was done, his last bolus oozing out of his cock and dropping lazily onto my tongue. We both stood still, catching our breaths, enjoying the last dregs of pleasure. With a deep sigh he withdrew. I watched his glistening cock droop between his legs.

On an impulse I put my hands on his hips and pulled him to me while I nuzzled that sweet cock I had just gotten so much pleasure from. To my pleasant surprise I felt it press harder on my cheek and begin to swell. Wow. Hey, maybe this guy was a god after all.

I looked up at him and smiled.

"Perhaps my god would honor his priestess further?" I asked. "She would be grateful to receive his gift once more. Perhaps if I were to lie on the bed and await his pleasure?"

I stepped out of my robes and turned toward the bed. 'Baal' apparently had other ideas, though, because he reached around me and pulled me close into him, my back to his chest. His right hand grasped my right breast while his left hand slid down my groin and cupped my pussy. Oh! It felt really nice, so I sighed and just melted back into him and let him explore my body as he wished.

He kissed my neck. He tweaked my nipple into hardness, while the fingers of his other hand probed my pussy, tracing the groove between my labia and rubbing my clit. I liked it. I moaned and leaned my head back onto his shoulders. He let go of my breast and grasped my chin and turned my head toward him and proceeded to insinuate his tongue into my mouth and kiss me while his other hand continued its most delightful massaging of my pussy. My knees were weak, but his arm around me kept me up.

"Oh my God," I said quietly, knowing full well the meaning of what I was saying. I mean, god or not, this guy had me completely in his thrall. I was loving it.

I felt a warm firmness between my legs, growing and pressing on my labia. I reached down and covered his hand with my own and went on to feel his cock. I pressed it into my groove, guiding it to the entrance of my vagina even as his fingers continued to stroke my clit.

I felt his other hand press against the back of my neck, urging me into a better position. Hell, I didn't need any urging at this point; I willingly bent forward and pressed my ass back into his groin. His cock parted my labia and penetrated me. I leaned forward even more to let him go deeper into me. He began to rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my well-lubricated tunnel while with his hands he kept massaging my breast and fingering my clit. I was moaning aloud, now. I could feel my thighs quivering. I squirmed helplessly, lost in the throes of passion.

Oh my God, it felt good. Any more and I thought I'd explode like a balloon in the stratosphere. But suddenly he withdrew. He spun me around and pressed me up against the wall. He put his right hand behind my waist to support me and with his left he grasped my right thigh and raised my leg, opening me up. Still dazed as I was, I helped him. There's something altogether erotic about spreading wide before a man's engorged penis!

In a second that wonderful instrument was again buried in me. He wasted no time but began thrusting. Powerfully. My whole body shook with each impact of his groin, my breasts rising and falling against his chest. Each thrust of that big cock of his sent waves of pleasure through me as he stretched my sensitive membranes. He grunted with each impact; I gasped. Only a few strokes, and then to my utter delight I felt his cock inside me swell to what seemed like impossible dimensions and begin to throb. The warm pressure of his sperm immediately began to fill me, shot after shot. Oh, it was magnificent! I gasped and cried out aloud and came, incredibly powerfully. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed as hard as I could against him. My perineal muscles clenched his pulsating cock, milking it. The world outside my body completely went away. Were it not for his supportive arms I'm sure I would have collapsed in a quivering heap on the floor.

In the midst of my all-consuming orgasm my eyes popped open for the briefest instant before squeezing shut again. In that instant I looked into his eyes, only inches from my own. In that flash I could have sworn that his irises were yellow, his pupils vertical slits.

But I had no time to think, what with the waves of powerful sensations dominating my body.

Again and again he came inside me, filling me to overflowing. His powerful spurts of hot sperm seemed to force themselves inexorably up into my very uterus! I felt the inside of my thigh grow wet with a delightfully warm mixture of his excess sperm and my own female juices. And still he kept coming! I loved it. I moaned and gasped as orgasm after orgasm raced through me. I clung to him. Abruptly, he kissed my open mouth and held me tight to him as my body helplessly jolted in response to each new ejaculation deep inside me.

But then it was over. His throbbing in me stopped. For long moments we stood locked in our coital embrace, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Eventually and very reluctantly, I returned to mundane reality. I was glowing all over. I felt 'Baal's' spent cock slowly soften and at last slip smoothly out of me. I felt abandoned, yet still pleasantly full of his seed. I managed to pull myself erect and grasped his head, pulling it to me, and gave him a long, deep kiss. When we disengaged, he slowly lowered my leg. I wasn't sure I could stand after that, but somehow, I managed, using both 'Baal' and the wall for support.

"Oh my Lord," I said when I recovered my breath. "I have been well and truly fucked by a god, an experience I will never forget."

'Baal' looked pretty gob-smacked himself, awed, I think, by what he had released in his priestess. Eventually he smiled. As if coming from a distance I heard him say, "That was really wonderful."

"Oh my God," I said, intentionally using that word, "I've never felt like that before. You are incredible!"

He smiled. Then he looked intently at me. "You know," he said quietly, "I'm not really a god. Just a man."

I smiled back at him.

"Be you God or man, my lord, I really don't care. What you just did to me was otherworldly."

My god (so to speak), I love this job!!