Father Borys seen Alyona in the store, she was taunting him as usual with her usual way of humor, sticking her tongue in her cheek like a phallus hitting the inside of her mouth but only slightly enough to make other customers think that they had seen it. She began to stroke the zucchini, the squash, the cucumber and she was clearly telling him that she loved different ethnicities along with different sizes of cocks.
Having grownup in a repressive household Alyona had always managed to view food as a way to escape into her sexual fantasies, walking though the grocery store, imagining all of the different shapes and sizes of food as phallus's, vagina's and breast.
She remembered when she was once caught licking an orange where the nipple was, imagining it as a human nipple, she remembers how her pussy got wet, she imagined peeling the orange like she was spreading apart the lips of a woman. Her mom had walked in on her in that moment, her mothers face becoming red hot with fury, she had been hit with the paddle for that one which only led her to another fetish.
She was now running her fingers along a peach, her freshly painted fingernails gleaming in union with the fruit, she enjoyed the way the fuzz felt along her tongue, she bit into the fruit right then and there, it was another one of the preachers fetishes, exhibitionism, but since he needed to keep things secret this was the only way to act it out.
“Hello Adriana”, he had some disdain in her voice because he knew that she was still seeing Leonid, the man who worked in the grocery store. She hadn't noticed that she had been scratching her pantyhose, thinking of her lover, the scent of all of the fresh vegetables drove her mad with desire while thinking of being fucked with them. She was imagining perhaps getting a hold of something much larger so that her and Leonid could use it as a double sided dildo. She knew she could just go into a store and purchase something that was made of a different material but she loved to use food.
The preacher was from Poland, everyone called him by his first name, Borys, some called him father Borys. He was berating her for not having been to confession, however confession was really just a code word for blow job inside of one of the booths. The things in which father Borys was into was interesting to say the least, it had to be some type of deep repression of his desire to burn witches at the stake.
He walked by spanking her on the ass with a bundle of asparagus, whispering her name into her ear before tossing the bundle of asparagus into his basket. This was a sign that he wanted for her to bring the whip that evening, the time signified by the amount of asparagus sticking out of the bundle. He had three pieces of asparagus sticking out, signifying three a.m.
She walked into the hotel at 3 a.m., there was the preacher in the room, standing there with a strange item. She didn’t know the name of it but it was called a strappado, this one being built specifically by the father, it was a miniature version.
She was shocked by the device at first, it was gaudy, not to well put together, he said it was only a prototype but there was no other way for him to get it because it had to be kept secret. She had to lie about being impressed by it, it was like an extension of his penis in a way, not the way it looked but really in a manner of what she wanted to do to it.
The next morning during the sermon she intentionally brought the hunk from the store Leonid, someone much younger than the preacher it was certainly a slap in the face to the preacher and everyone in the church. The amount
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