The Temple

This is one part of a 4-part story. It is a love story involving a sex worker, and this character will figure prominently in later stories. Within this story I explore certain fetishes having to do with anal sex and ‘ass to mouth’, as well as bodily fluids and odors and feet. If that is not your cup of tea, this probably isn’t the story for you. Consider this a warning.

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All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.

This is the first part of The Temple. Normally, there is more story building than explicit material in the first chapter of one of my stories, but the sex is pretty much pervasive throughout this one. Enjoy!

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Wednesday, 5pm

Shannon Taylor tucked her laptop into her briefcase and hung it over her shoulder as she stepped out of her office. She walked down the hall and poked her head into her supervisor’s open doorway.

“Goodnight, Tom,” she said.

He looked up from his paperwork, glancing over his reading glasses and said, “Goodnight, Shannon. Have a good flight tomorrow. And don’t give Gardner a chance to say no.”

“You got it, boss,” she replied with a smile, giving Tom a thumbs up, then headed for the elevators.

She was booked on a 9am flight to Tampa in the morning to meet with one of her firm’s most important clients, who was on the fence about switching to another advertising agency. Her meeting in Florida was extremely important to the company and she felt no small amount of pride in the fact that her boss, Tom Crenshaw, had chosen her to shore up the relationship with Gardner & Associates. Shannon had a little extra pep in her step as she sauntered into the crowded elevator.

She had worked for Lawson & Stern, on the 28^th floor of a high-rise office tower in downtown Pittsburgh, for seven years, having taken the job directly after graduating college. It had been a wonderful company right from the start, and she had stayed loyal ever since, working her way up through the ranks to her current position of Assistant Supervisor of Sales.

When she stepped out into the lobby, she made a beeline for the main doors and exited onto Grant Street. If she had been heading home, she would have taken a left and walked a block over to the underground station beneath the building next door. She lived in a borough called Dormont, south of the city, and it was only a twenty-minute ride on the trolley, or the “T” as it was called. But most days she didn’t go directly home to her lonely apartment after work, and this was one of those times. She was heading to her second job.

Shannon instead took a right out of her building and turned left onto Seventh Avenue. Her destination was the tower on her right. But she bypassed the main doors in the front of the building and took the next right onto William Penn Place. She went to the side entrance, swiping a keycard to gain entry. The electronic lock released, and she walked through the door. It opened into a small room where a security guard sat at a desk. There was a baggage scanner in front of him, and a human-sized metal detector, like at the airport. There was a door on the right and an elevator on the left in the far wall.

“Hello, Jack,” she said with a warm smile, scanning her keycard into the reader and placing her briefcase on the belt. It drew her briefcase inside the machine as she stepped through the metal detector. The electronic archway did not beep, as expected, and she stood on the other side as she waited for her briefcase.

“Good afternoon, Flavia,” Jack said cordially as he watched his monitor, studying the x-ray of her bag and looking for anything that was forbidden to be on the premises. After her bag exited the scanner, she replaced it on her shoulder and Jack pressed a button beneath his desktop. A buzzer sounded as the lock on the door to Shannon’s right was released.

Shannon thanked him and walked through the door into a women’s locker room. She scanned down a row of full-length lockers on the right until she found hers. Punching in her code, she opened it and placed her briefcase inside. She took off her suit jacket and hung it on an empty hanger, then did the same with her skirt and blouse. Peeling off her bra and panties, she stuffed them inside on a shelf and stepped into a pair of shower shoes. She grabbed her toiletry bag and padded off to the showers, naked.

Shannon washed her hair and body, then shaved her armpits, legs, and pubic area, preferring to keep everything nice and smooth. Once she was rinsed off, she grabbed a fluffy towel from a stack and dried her hair and body. She plugged her hair dryer in and did a quick blowout as she stood in the mirror. Then she applied her makeup, drawing around her eyes in dark eyeliner, and adding little wings at the end. She applied some red lipstick, then stood back and checked her image in the glass.

Her C-cup breasts were still perky and nicely shaped at 29 years of age. Her stomach was flat, and her hips flared out proportionately. Her ass wasn’t exactly voluptuous, but she had always been pleased with the dimensions of her body. And it seemed to please others as well.

Dropping her towel into a bin, she walked back to her locker in nothing but her shower shoes. She pulled a robe that looked like a toga off a hanger from inside. It was a rich purple color, with gold trim at the edges, and she placed it around her body, tying it in the front. The toga-robe covered her left shoulder but left her right breast bare and ended mid-thigh. She slipped her feet into a matching pair of purple and gold slippers, then headed through the next door with her toiletry bag in hand.

Shannon entered into what looked like the waiting room of a doctor’s office. She stepped up to the window and swiped her keycard before placing the strap over her head and letting the I.D. dangle between her naked and covered breasts. The assistant behind the glass smiled and welcomed her by her Temple name. She said that they weren’t very busy and told Shannon that she could head directly to exam room four. Shannon thanked her and pushed through the door which led to the examination rooms, easily finding the one numbered four and taking a seat on the paper-covered examination table inside. Less than a minute later, a technician in a lab coat entered the room.

“Hey, Teresa,” Shannon said in greeting.

Teresa smiled and replied, “Hello, Flavia. How are you feeling today?”

“All good. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Wonderful,” the Hispanic woman replied. “Hold out your arm for me, please.”

Teresa drew blood, filling a vial, then exited the room. Thirty seconds later, she was back and asked Shannon to lie down as she pulled on a pair of disposable exam gloves. Shannon complied, having been through this ritual hundreds of times. She made herself comfortable, pulling up the hem of her toga, then bent her knees and placed her feet in stirrups, spreading her legs wide for the female technician. Teresa examined Shannon’s vagina and anus, touching her lightly here and there, before penetrating both orifices with her fingers. Once she was done with the examination, she told Shannon that she could sit up.

“Everything looks good. Go ahead and have a seat in the waiting room. We should have the results of the blood test in just a few minutes.”

Shannon thanked her and walked back out, taking a seat. Five minutes later, the girl behind the glass called her up. After tapping on her keyboard for a moment, the assistant said, “Everything checks out medically. You can proceed to Dais 15. Have a good evening, Flavia.”

Shannon thanked her and walked through the next door as the buzzer sounded. It opened into a large room that encompassed almost the full area of the tower, taking up the entire first and second floors and turning them into one cavernous space. It was decorated in a Greco-Roman style, with columns, plinths, statues, and busts all around. There was greenery everywhere, and exotic birds flew between the tops of small trees. Water was pumped into artificially landscaped brooks and the bubbling sound of gentle waterfalls added to the ambiance. Besides the serene music of water and birds, the distinct sounds of sexual pleasure reverberated throughout the open space.

Thirty daises were dotted around this floor–the priestess floor–with walkways of paving stones winding their way through the foliage to each hidden sexual oasis. Each opulent dais contained a circular bed with an enclosed area behind the bed to wash up. An opaque curtain could be pulled around the circumference of the dais for privacy. As Shannon wended her way around the pathway to Dais 15, she saw that some curtains were closed, while others were open.

On her left she heard the wet slapping sounds of vigorous lovemaking, along with moans of pleasure, emanating from behind the curtain. As she walked around the bole of a small tree, she saw Dais 13 on her right. The curtain was open, and Priestess Artemisia was riding a man who appeared to be in his forties or fifties in full view of anyone who might happen by. His face was red as he gripped her thighs, and Artemisia’s heavy breasts swung as she thrust back and forth on top of him. She caught Shannon’s gaze, and flashed her a quick smile, then returned her attention to her supplicant.

Shannon arrived at Dais 15 and noticed the curtains were about halfway open around the dais. She immediately went to a cubby in the headboard of the bed which contained an electronic tablet and a panic bracelet. Placing her toiletries inside, she brought up her profile in the tablet, which simultaneously assigned her to the dais and tethered the panic bracelet to her station. Once she was signed in, she donned the bracelet, then did a visual check of the security cameras above and around the dais that would be constantly monitored while she was here. All of them showed glowing red dots, meaning they were active.

The Temple of Eros took security very seriously. Not only could she alert the security team by pressing her thumbprint into the screen of the panic bracelet, but if her hands were held down or otherwise incapacitated, she could scream. Screaming would alert other priestesses around her dais, and it would also be picked up by security over the microphones on the cameras. And if she could neither scream nor use her hands, security still kept a very vigilant watch, and if it looked like she was in trouble, they would send someone to perform a safety check. Every dais could be reached by the security team in less than a minute.

An additional measure of security was the color-coding of togas. New priestesses wore purple togas, while gold trim was added to the togas of those priestesses who held a more senior rank, like Shannon. Priestesses in training–known as acolytes–started out wearing pink while they were in the classroom. The “pinks” as they were known colloquially by the priests and priestesses, were the ones who performed all of the housekeeping duties as well. Once they graduated from class work to hands-on sex training, they wore red. As with the priestesses, more senior acolytes had gold trim on their togas. And supplicants, or customers of the Temple, wore plain white togas, so they could be spotted easily on the cameras by security.

Shannon, or Priestess Flavia as she was known here, updated her status on the tablet to READY. Then she opened the curtains all the way, giving her a visual of almost 360 degrees around her dais. She stepped out of her slippers as she crawled onto the bed, setting the tablet next to her, and reclined in the pillows. She stretched with her arms over her head, yawning from her day at work, yet buzzing with the expectation of what was to come. She spent more waking hours in this place than she did in her dinky apartment in Dormont, and it felt like home.

A while later, a notification sounded from the tablet, and she looked to see that she had been assigned a supplicant. His name was Trace and Shannon had been with him before. She was pretty sure that Trace wasn’t his actual name, though. Supplicants, just like priests and priestesses, were allowed to use a different name inside the Temple to protect their anonymity. Everyone’s true identification was on file and protected under heavy levels of cyber-security.

Trace was in his mid-twenties, with dark hair and eyes, and he looked Italian. He had a heavy working-class Pittsburgh accent and wore a necklace with a medal of some Catholic saint that he never took off, even when he was naked. He was a good-looking boy, and Shannon always enjoyed their time together. She double-checked the notes in his profile, just to refresh her memory, and was reminded that he enjoyed doggy-style sex the most. He also had a foot fetish.

She ran a hand over the bottoms of her feet, just to make sure they were totally clean, and waited for Trace. Within two minutes, she noticed him as he rounded a curve in the path, heading towards her dais. As he arrived, she saw the glint in his eye and the sexy smile on his face.

“Priestess, may I approach?” he asked, according to the Temple’s procedures, exuding confidence.

“Enter of your free will, supplicant,” she responded in the customary manner.

Trace stepped up onto the dais and waited at the end of the bed. His white toga left one side of his muscled chest exposed and she could see the outline of his stiffening cock beginning to make an impression in the material below.

“Welcome to the Temple of Eros,” she said, smiling. “My name is Flavia. May I be of service to you?” She pulled up the hem of her toga, exposing her bald pussy as she parted her legs invitingly.

“Yes, priestess,” he said, giving her a smoky-eyed stare as he crawled onto the bed.

Shannon untied her toga and tossed it off the bed as Trace knelt in front of her and took off his own. He threw it onto the floor and crawled up between her legs. There was no further talk as he kissed her inner thigh, then swiped his tongue up between her shaven labia.

Flavia was one of Trace’s favorite priestesses. He came to the Temple about twice a month when he could get time off of work. Luckily for him, she had been available tonight. He stroked his cock with one hand as he buried his face in her mildly musky pussy. It was wet and tasted clean and natural. This was so much better than going to a prostitute. The Temple took every precaution to ensure cleanliness and safety in both the priestesses and the supplicants.

Shannon sighed as Trace’s tongue worked on her clit. One of the perks of this job was that she got to enjoy the sex as much as her supplicants. She ran her fingers through his hair as her thighs began to quiver. He stopped eating her out and began to kiss his way up her belly. She drew his face up to hers and gave him a passionate kiss, tasting and smelling her vagina on his lips.

Pushing him backwards onto the bed, she grabbed his bobbing cock. Pulling the foreskin back, she licked the underside of his glans before taking it in her mouth. It was swollen and pink, and he threw his head back into the pillows as she sucked on it.

Trace groaned as Flavia’s warm, wet, experienced mouth enveloped his dick. He was already throbbing with need, but he didn’t want to finish too early. He wanted to make it last, stretching out every minute of his time with her. Sitting up, he coaxed her mouth off of his penis, then pushed her onto her back. He ran his hands down her sexy bare legs to her cute little feet. Lifting one to his face, he stuck his nose between her toes. He licked her heel and the smooth white skin of her arch, then began to suck on her toes.

Shannon purred, enjoying the loving attention Trace was giving her feet. Before becoming a priestess, she had never thought that she would enjoy having her feet and toes licked. Reaching between her legs, she ran her fingertips through the wetness between her labia and rubbed her erect clit. Trace sucked on each of her toes in turn before bringing her feet down and holding them against his dick. Understanding what he wanted, she turned her soles inward and wrapped them around his erection.

Trace closed his eyes as Flavia used her feet to stroke his cock. He held them tightly together as he thrust himself first between her arches, then the spaces under her toes. She curled those perfectly manicured pink toes expertly around the circumference of his member, using them to full effect. He fucked her feet until he was nearing orgasm, then flipped her over and pulled her to her knees.

Shannon felt all eight inches of his penis as it entered her from behind. His hands grabbed the sides of her ass tightly as he thrust deeply. With each stroke, she felt him bottom out inside and the warmth of her impending orgasm began radiating through her body. Trace was grunting–his hands tightly gripped around her hips–as he raced toward his own finish, but she arrived there first. The orgasm washed over her like a heatwave as the contractions throttled her womb, forcing her to cry out in ecstasy. She lost muscular control as she shook, and her head and shoulders collapsed into the pillows as he continued to ramrod her from behind. Moaning into the pillow through the duration of her orgasm, Shannon finally felt the stutter in his rhythm.

Trace had spread Flavia’s ass cheeks apart and watched her asshole flex and pucker from the contractions of her orgasm. The muscles of her vagina gripped him tightly over and over and it pushed him over the edge. He continued looking at her gorgeous ass as he thrust a couple more times, then began to come. Groaning loudly, he held himself deeply inside her body and unloaded his seed. His stomach muscles flexed with each contraction in his groin, and he lost himself in the blissful sensation of a powerful orgasm. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of her and they lay there panting, still joined at their sex. Thrusting gently inside her body, he massaged his sensitive glans in the slipperiness of their combined cum.

Shannon pushed her butt back slightly into Trace, still enjoying the feeling of Trace’s weight on her back and his cock inside her pussy. She normally came with him, and tonight had been no different. He was a great lover. After a few moments, as he withdrew and fell to the side, breathing heavily, she turned to face him. His cum immediately began to leak out of her vagina and onto the sheets as he gave her a passionate kiss, touching her breasts and ass as they made out.

“Mmm, thank you for visiting the Temple of Eros, Trace,” she whispered huskily. “And for allowing me to pleasure you with my body.”

“Thank you, Flavia,” he responded, giving her one more kiss on the mouth. “You were amazing, as always.”

Shannon smiled. “And thank you for the orgasm. It felt incredible. I hope to see you again soon.”

“You will,” he said, giving her a roguish grin as he climbed out of bed.

After Trace had once again donned his toga, he kissed her goodbye, and left. She changed her status on the tablet to SESSION COMPLETE. That would let security know that the supplicant was done and should be exiting the premises. If he failed to leave within ten minutes or so, security would locate him and escort him out.

There was an area on the supplicant’s profile where she could make notes on sexual habits, likes or dislikes, or behavioral concerns. There was nothing new to add for Trace, so she changed her status to NOT READY–HOUSEKEEPING REQUESTED. Then she grabbed her toiletry bag and stepped into the enclosed area behind the head of the bed.

Inside were bathroom facilities. Shannon pulled her hair back to keep it dry and turned on the shower. She sat on the toilet and peed, then stepped into the warm water. She quickly washed her body, using a mild soap to clean her private areas, then rinsed off and dried with a fluffy towel. She touched up her makeup and let down her hair. Checking herself in the mirror, she appeared just as fresh as when she had arrived. When she walked out of the enclosed shower station, she saw that the sheets had been changed on the bed and everything looked and smelled clean and new.

The girls who handled the housekeeping were acolytes, or priestesses in training. During their initial training period, they spent half their shift going through classroom instruction. The rest of their shift was spent performing housekeeping tasks for the working priestesses who had finished a session with a supplicant. Cleanliness was just as important as security, and acolytes needed to learn how to do it properly in case, once they were priestesses, they had to handle the cleaning themselves for whatever reason. Shannon had done her time as an acolyte, and she appreciated the hard, mostly thankless job they did.

She changed her status back to READY and saw that the average waiting time between supplicants was about twenty minutes. It was slow tonight. Some nights were just like that. Other nights she received a notification that a supplicant was heading her way as soon as she updated her status.

She hadn’t bothered to put her toga back on and she lounged naked on the bed. The curtain was still pulled back from before Trace had been there and she glanced around. There was a lot of foliage and statuary throughout the landscaping, so she could only see those daises which were directly around the perimeter of hers. A couple were empty, while another two had priestesses waiting for a supplicant. Off to her left, she could see Priestess Livia, who was on her back being eaten out by a thin man with many tattoos covering his body. Livia was moaning, her hips gyrating under her supplicant’s busy tongue. Shannon had tasted Livia herself a few times and as she watched, her fingers found their way between her legs.

She enjoyed masturbating between sessions, although she usually tried to save her orgasms for her supplicants. It didn’t always work, however, depending on how long she had to wait, and how horny she was at the time. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but to give in to the urge–especially when another priestess might be watching. But she was usually disappointed in herself when that happened, because inevitably, right after she would climax, she would be assigned a supplicant. And it was often much harder to come with that person, directly after giving herself an orgasm. Consequently, she did a lot of edging when she was bored.

Lying on the bed with her legs spread wide, Shannon watched Livia and her supplicant. She drew some wetness up over her clit and began to massage around the area. Livia’s mocha-colored skin was a lovely contrast to her lover’s pale tattooed flesh, and as he climbed on top of her, their limbs intertwined as he entered her body. Her head lolled back, and she groaned as he began fucking her with powerful thrusts.

Shannon closed her eyes and inserted her middle finger inside her pussy as she played with her clit. It had been less than a half hour since her own pussy had been filled with dick, but she had an extraordinarily high libido and a very short recovery time. She was extremely well suited to this job.

She heard a loud cry from Livia and looked over. The light-skinned black girl’s face was locked in a mask of tortured ecstasy, her supplicant jackhammering away between her legs. Shannon almost thought for a moment that he was hurting her until Livia cried out, “Fuck yes! Give it to me, baby!”

Shannon caught movement out of the corner of her eye and noticed a white-robed supplicant walking down the path, his eyes roaming from dais to dais, feasting on the carnal sights. He meandered slowly past her dais, his wide eyes taking in her uninhibited display of self-abuse. Shannon winked and smiled at him as she opened her legs wider, so he could see her pussy better. He stopped briefly as she rubbed fast on her clit and moaned. Then, with his toga beginning to tent at the level of his groin, he continued past on his way to his assigned priestess.

As she felt her orgasm building, Shannon removed her fingers from between her legs. She loved when a random person caught her masturbating. It was an excitement like nothing else. Obviously, she was an exhibitionist. But masturbation had been a taboo subject when she was growing up. It was never talked about at home, and she had always felt like she had to hide it. Even now, after spending five years as a Temple priestess, masturbation was the one thing that still made her a little nervous to engage in publicly. That’s why she did it at every opportunity. It made her heart race and her breath quicken. She especially loved when a supplicant wanted only to watch her pleasure herself. It was an exercise in vulnerability, and she craved it.

She continued edging for a few more minutes, masturbating until her muscles were pulsing and throbbing with the need to come, and denying herself that luxury. Her entire sex was aching for release. She touched herself again, having reluctantly relented to the idea of giving in to her desire, when a notification sounded on her tablet. Groaning in frustration over the denied orgasm, yet secretly thankful that she would be able to share that orgasm with someone else, she looked at the screen.

Her supplicant’s name was Tony. He was sixty years old. His photo showed that he had mostly silver hair, and he appeared to be more than a little overweight. That didn’t bother her, though. Supplicants didn’t make it out onto the floor if they weren’t healthy, freshly showered, and totally clean. And she had had some great sex with heavy guys. Looking through his profile, she read numerous comments from other priestesses, saying that he never wanted anything more than a blowjob. He wasn’t a newbie, so Shannon didn’t bother dressing in her toga.

A couple minutes later, she caught sight of Tony approaching, his large white toga-robe wrapped around his girth. He stopped in front of her dais and asked, “Is this the right one? Are you Flavia?”

Shannon smiled and nodded as she sat there with her legs apart.

Tony cleared his throat and asked, “Priestess, may I approach?”

“Enter of your free will, supplicant.” As he stepped up onto the dais, she said, “Welcome to the Temple of Eros. As you know, my name is Flavia. May I be of service to you?” She let her legs fall apart even farther and enjoyed it when his eyes studied her open sex.

He sat on the edge of the bed and said, “I was hoping to get a blowjob, if that would be OK.”

“It would be my pleasure,” she said, still smiling warmly. “Is that all you want?”

“For now,” he answered, his eyes roaming over her naked body.

“Would you like to lie on the bed?” she asked, patting the sheets next to her.

He nodded, then glanced at the openness around the bed. “Do you think we could have the curtain closed?” he asked.

“Of course,” she said with a smile, then grabbed the remote out of the cubby and pressed a button. The circular curtain quickly and quietly surrounded the dais until they had total privacy.

He climbed up onto the bed and lay down beside her, his hand touching her bare thigh. She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. He returned the kiss and Shannon thought it was a pretty nice one. Then she crawled between his legs and parted his toga. His penis was just starting to become erect, and it looked quite small. But she knew from experience with heavier men that most of the time it was only the fat encroaching around the groin which made the penis look small. When she took it in her hand, it had a nice girth, and she cupped his testicles as she began to massage his glans.

“How does this feel?” she asked.

“That feels fantastic,” he said, craning his head up to try and see over his belly.

“Good,” she replied. “Just tell me if you want me to do anything differently.”

He nodded and then she took him in her mouth. His skin was slightly damp from his recent shower, and he had no noticeable odor. She took her time, using a light suction on his dick, and lovingly stroking the underside of his glans with her tongue. He began to respond immediately, his penis beginning to swell inside her mouth.

Within a couple minutes, he was totally hard. Shannon used her hand on his shaft, stroking up and down, as her mouth licked and sucked on his bulbous head. Every now and then, she would glance up at him, giving her mouth a break and pumping him in her fist. His face was red, and he was beginning to tremble. She continued sucking on him until she could tell he was close. Within another minute, his legs were fidgeting, and he was breathing heavily.

Shannon gripped his shaft tightly in her hand and formed a strong suction on the head of his dick, massaging the underside with quick, short strokes of her tongue. Tony trembled as he began to moan, his hips shaking and bucking. Shannon continued her oral ministrations and closed her eyes as she felt the first blast of cum in her mouth. He fired off five or six more times, groaning loudly, as Shannon took all of his semen on her tongue. Once she could tell he was finished, she withdrew her mouth from his dick, careful not to lose any of the thick ejaculate. He leaned up to look at her and she swallowed it, then licked her lips, making a sound of satisfaction.

“Fuck me,” he groaned as his head hit the pillow in exhaustion. She could tell, however, that it was just a figure of speech and not an instruction.

She licked his penis, cleaning off any remaining semen, and then crawled up next to him and kissed him on his cheek.

“Thank you for visiting the Temple of Eros, Tony,” she said. “And for allowing me to pleasure you with my mouth.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said. “That was wonderful. It reminded me of my wife who passed last year. She gave great blowjobs and yours felt really similar.”

Shannon suddenly felt a heaviness in her chest, and she sighed. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Tony.” She leaned over him, pressing her breasts into his bare chest where his toga was open, and gave him a kiss. When the kiss ended, she noticed a tear creeping down his temple. She wiped it away and kissed him again.

“Do you think I could just lie here with you for a little bit?” he asked, his voice catching in his throat.

“Of course you can, Tony,” she said as she opened the side of his toga further, allowing more skin-on-skin contact. She threw a leg over his with her sex against his thigh as she snugged into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, and they lay together like that for a long while.

Sex was only one facet of the services she was trained to provide. Priestesses were also licensed therapists, and she was fully proficient not only in the sexual sphere, but also in dealing with emotional matters, including trauma, abuse, and grief. In order to be a Priestess of Eros, one obviously had to enjoy sex more than most people. But most acolytes washed out of the program if sex was their only driving factor. They needed to be highly empathetic and have a heart for helping people as well. The number of supplicants she saw for emotional reasons was surprisingly high. Many times they came for a combination of sex and something else–loneliness, acceptance, etc. And occasionally, all a supplicant wanted was to talk to someone and maybe be held by another human being. Physical touch is massively important to a person’s mental health.

Shannon caressed Tony’s chest as she lay with him. She heard a sniffle and saw that another tear was running into the pillow. Wiping his face, she kissed him gently on the cheek, and told him that she was there for him if he wanted to talk.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just miss her more than anything.”

“You have absolutely no need to apologize,” she told him. “What you’re feeling is perfectly understandable. I can tell how special she was to you. Would you like some water?”

He nodded his head and Shannon crawled off the bed and grabbed a bottle out of a small refrigerator that was tucked back by the entrance to the enclosed bathroom behind the bed. She handed it to him, and he sat up, unsealed the cap, and took a long swig.

“Thank you, Flavia,” he said, handing it back to her.

She set it in a cubby in the headboard and asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

He glanced at her breasts a couple times and said, “I don’t normally do anything other than receive a blowjob when I’m here. But I like you. Do you think I could…umm…return the favor? I’d like to make you feel good too.”

Shannon’s face lit up and she asked, “You want to make me come with your mouth?” He nodded and she said, “I would love that, Tony. Do you want me on my back, or would you like me to straddle you?”

He told her that he would like it better if she were on top, so she crawled over him, placing her knees on each side of his head. He grabbed her hips and drew her downward so that her pussy sat right above the bottom half of his face. Pressing his nose deeply between her labia, he breathed deeply and inhaled her womanly scent. Shannon closed her eyes as he gently began probing her crevice with his tongue, simultaneously kneading her ass cheeks in his hands. He licked her from her asshole up to her clit, then stuck his tongue inside her vaginal opening. Once he had gotten his fill of sampling her taste, he wrapped his lips around the top of her vulva and swiped his tongue over her clit.

“Oh, god, that feels really nice, Tony,” she purred as her stomach muscles clenched involuntarily.

Her orgasm that she had been edging toward had long since evaporated, but his oral stimulation brought it back quickly. The ache in her sex came back with a vengeance, and she could tell that it wasn’t going to take nearly as long as it would have if she hadn’t been preparing herself prior to his arrival.

“Ahh, yes, Tony…just like that. Keep doing that…”

As Tony’s tongue worked its magic, Shannon’s thighs began to tremble with the impending orgasm. This was going to be a strong one, and she knew that when she came with intensity, sometimes she squirted. It was something that she didn’t want to surprise him with, so she lifted herself up and said, “Tony, I’m going to come soon. I squirt sometimes, and I can tell that it’s probably going to happen because what you are doing to me feels really good. Is that OK? If not, I can jump off right before I come.”

“No, I think that would be amazing. My wife wasn’t able to do that, but I’ve always wanted to experience it.”

“OK,” she said, looking down at him with a smile. “But if you need me to move at any time, just tap my thigh or something.” He nodded and she lowered herself back onto his mouth.

He began massaging her little button again with his soft tongue and it took her almost no time to arrive at her destination. Her thighs trembled and her toes curled as she leaned forward and held onto the edge of the cubby in the headboard. She felt the muscles in her face begin to constrict and her whole body shook as her orgasm crested.

“Ohhh, fuck, Tony…I’m coming!”

Shannon’s vaginal muscles tensed up excruciatingly, and then sudden uncontrollable contractions pounded the inside of her womb like a drum. She screamed as she lost control, and she felt a powerful expulsion of vaginal lubricant shooting into his mouth and soaking his face, her thighs, and the sheets. The orgasm continued throttling her insides in strong, methodical pulses, and it seemed like it lasted forever. When her orgasm had finally abated, her vagina fluttering with the aftershocks, she leaned back, hovering just below his chin. Tony had swallowed almost her entire squirt and was kissing her inner thighs as she shivered.

“Wow, Tony,” she exclaimed, pushing a strand of damp hair off her forehead. “That was incredible. Thank you so much!”

He smiled and squeezed her ass cheeks. “I’m glad you liked it. My wife enjoyed that too. And it would always lead to sex afterwards.”

Shannon craned her head around to see that his dick was hard again.

“Mmm, do you want to have sex?” she asked between deep breaths, a smile forming on her pink, sweaty face.

He hesitated. “I haven’t done that since my wife passed away. But I think I might like to try it with you if that’s OK.”

“Of course it is!” she said happily as she climbed off his chest. She crawled down and took his erection in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment and lubricating it with her saliva. Then she straddled his pelvis, aimed the head of his dick inside her vaginal opening, and sat down, taking his entire length inside her pussy. “Ohhh,” she moaned as her eyes rolled back.

Shannon was never happier than when she had a penis inside her. Some were too big to be comfortable, and some were so small that there wasn’t much sensation. But just the idea that she and another human being were joined as one at the sex gave her a feeling in her chest that she couldn’t explain. It was some strange combination of sexual thrill and a peaceful serenity that made her feel somehow as if she were complete. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his generous stomach, and began rocking back and forth.

Tony groaned as he closed his eyes and she imagined he was picturing his late wife. The thought brought a smile to her face, and she increased her rhythm, wanting more than anything to make him come again. She spent the next ten minutes riding him, alternating between fast and slow strokes until he began to sweat and shake. Finally, red and trembling, he grabbed her thighs and moaned as he came, filling her body with a second injection of his seed. Shannon felt the loss of friction as her insides were coated with his thick baby batter but continued massaging his member with her warm, tight pussy until he was completely finished.

When he was thoroughly spent, she climbed off, feeling the cum run down her thigh, and lay next to him again. “Thank you for my incredible orgasm, Tony,” she said. “And for allowing me to pleasure you again with my body. It was an honor to be the first since your beloved wife.”

“Thank you, Flavia. I really enjoyed our time together. Believe it or not, you’ve really helped me. I’ve been so depressed, missing my Barbara, and this was like a flashback and an escape all in one. I won’t forget you, my dear.”

“I won’t forget you either, Tony. Please come back and see me again sometime.”

“I would love that,” he responded, kissing her lips. He sat up and made his way to the edge of the bed as Shannon went and retrieved him a towel. He dried himself off and gave her one more kiss, then tied his toga-robe in front.

Shannon hit the remote and the curtains opened up all the way. They said goodbye and he headed out along the paving stones. When he turned to see if she was still there, she waved and smiled. He returned the gesture and walked around the bole of a tree, disappearing from sight.

That was intense, she thought to herself as tears welled up in her eyes. The emotions that were sometimes involved were a lot to take on, but it was part of her job and she truly loved it. Even the hard parts.

She grabbed the tablet and added a note to Tony’s file.

Supplicant is in the process of grieving his deceased wife. He usually wants oral sex because it reminds him of her. But if you can connect with him emotionally, he begins to open up. Gave him oral to completion. Received oral from him and had vaginal sex to completion. It was the first time he had had vaginal sex since his wife’s death. Recommend being extremely empathetic and open to whatever his needs are at the time. Hopefully he will continue to open up emotionally and sexually.

Changing her status, Shannon took another shower, getting ready for the next supplicant. When she exited the bathroom, she saw that the acolyte was still there. She had changed the sheets and was just spraying some floral-scented disinfectant in the air.

The girl looked young, probably a college student from one of the local universities. She had chestnut-colored hair, tied back in a bun–a style all acolytes wore, if their hair wasn’t too short. Her pink toga covered both breasts and hung loosely about her thin frame. Acolytes who were still in the classroom phase of their training did not expose a breast as red-robed acolytes and priestesses did. It was all a part of the gradual steps taken toward the Eros priesthood.

“What is your name, acolyte?” Shannon asked.

“My name is Luna, priestess,” she replied, curtseying.

“How far along are you in your training?”

“I am one week from a red robe, priestess.”

Shannon smiled. “Do you feel ready to begin your sex training?”

The young girl’s face reddened slightly. “I do.”

“Have you ever exposed your body in public?”

The girl took a moment, appearing to think about the question, then replied. “Only brief flashes of my breasts during a dare at school.” Her face colored even brighter as a shy smile turned up the corners of her mouth.

“Would you like to give it a try?” Shannon asked, giving her a wink.

The girl swallowed nervously and asked, “Here? Now?”

“There is no safer place to try public nudity,” Shannon responded.

The girl hesitated a moment longer, then reached for the front of her toga. She untied the knot in front, then let the robe fall open. With a nervous glance around, she let the material slide off her shoulders and fall to the ground.

Shannon studied the young girl’s naked body. She was on the thinner side with slender arms and legs. Her breasts were probably B-cups with small rose-pink areolae and erect nipples. Her pubic area was completely shaved, and her skin darkened around her puffy outer labia. Her inner lips peeked out slightly into a distinct thigh gap. Shannon twirled her finger and the girl turned around, displaying her small, round butt cheeks. Overall, Shannon thought she was a beautiful girl. She would be a very popular priestess if she could overcome her obvious nerves.

Shannon caught movement out of the corner of her eye and saw a man in a white robe who appeared to be in his forties appear around the curve in the path, walking into view.

“There is a male supplicant who is walking by on his way to his assigned dais,” Shannon stated, as the acolyte’s body tensed up and her eyes widened. “I want you to turn and face him. As he walks by, we are going to give him a warm, friendly smile. OK?”

Luna’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, but she nodded and did as Shannon had instructed. She turned around, exposing her totally nude body to the man and watched his eyes zero in on her breasts and vagina.

Shannon stepped up next to her and waved at the man. “Welcome to the Temple of Eros. Enjoy your time here.”

Luna, following Shannon’s example, waved, and said in a shaky voice, “Welcome.”

“Thank you,” the man said with a smile. “I’m already enjoying my time here.” As he walked by, he took one last look at the naked women and mumbled, “Beautiful…” before continuing down the path.

When he was out of sight, Shannon asked Luna, “How do you feel?”

“Nervous, but excited too.” A bright smile came to the young girl’s face. “I can’t believe I did that. He looked at all of me.”

“He did. And it made him happy. In a week you will get your red robe. I hope you go away from this experience feeling a little more confident. You are a beautiful young woman. This is a safe place. And your whole purpose for being here is to bring pleasure to others using your naked body. Has this changed how you feel about anything?”

Luna thought for a moment. “I think so. I knew intellectually that I would be getting naked and having sex with people. But actually taking my clothes off and showing someone my nude body is something I’ve never done before. But even though I was nervous, it really was a thrill. And it made me happy when he smiled. I think I’m more eager than ever to get my red robe. Thank you so much, priestess.”

Shannon smiled and pulled her into a hug, pressing their bare breasts together. She kissed her on the cheek and said, “I’m glad. That was my objective in having you get naked. I wanted you to experience the joy of sharing your body with others. I’m confident that you are going to be a wonderful priestess someday soon.”

“Thank you again, priestess,” Luna said, curtseying.

When the girl had once again donned her robe, Shannon sent her on her way. She checked the time and saw that it was almost 7pm. She hadn’t eaten and was getting hungry. Changing her status to ON BREAK, she slipped into her toga, grabbed her I.D., and headed toward the administrative area. Along the way she passed three supplicants–one woman and two men. She smiled and welcomed them, and they smiled back as they made their way toward their assigned daises. When she reached the break room, she used her keycard to gain access. There was a small cafeteria inside with a rather large menu, as well as vending machines that carried a wide range of options. She ordered a grilled chicken salad from the cafeteria line, then saw Priestess Amara in the corner and sat down on the opposite side of the small table.

Amara was a petite redhead who had been a priestess for almost as long as Shannon. She wore the same purple robe with gold trim, and she knew from experience that the willowy woman kept a shortly cropped bush of ginger stubble and had B-cup breasts with puffy pink areolae. They had shared a bed on numerous occasions, and she always tasted lightly musky, smelling of fruity body spray.

“Hello, Flavia, my love,” the strawberry-haired girl said in greeting.

“Hi, Amara. How is your evening?”

“It’s slow, but I’ve had some really wonderful supplicants.”

“Same for me. My last guy…wow.” Shannon proceeded to tell Amara all about Tony, sparing no details, and explaining her sexual/emotional breakthrough with him.

“That’s so nice!” she cooed. “You’re so great with people. I really look up to you in that way.”

“Aww, thank you,” she responded, placing her palm over the other girl’s hand. “You are just as fantastic. I’ve heard numerous supplicants singing your praises.”

Amara smiled at the compliment, and they continued talking as they ate. When they were done, they hugged, giving each other a peck on the lips, and went their separate ways. Shannon went back to her dais and immediately used the bathroom, taking care of business and spending the next twenty minutes cleansing herself internally. One always had to be prepared in case a supplicant wanted to enjoy that part of her body.

Once she was thoroughly clean and smelling fresh, she changed her status back to READY. The wait time now was only about five minutes. She leaned back onto the crisp bedsheets and touched her pussy. It wasn’t swollen, having been about an hour since she had had sex with Tony, but her clit was still a little sensitive after her edging. She was only mildly wet, though, so she plunged two fingers inside herself, fantasizing about the next acolyte. As she became increasingly more turned on, slippery fluids were dredged up and she used them to coat her clit. Sitting there on the edge of the bed, legs spread and facing the walkway, she brazenly finger fucked herself. Once again, she was reminded of how thrilling she found public self-pleasure to be.

Just as she had settled into a rhythm, the notification sounded. She grabbed the tablet, bringing up the profile of her next supplicant as she continued to masturbate.

The supplicant’s name was Jessica. Jessica was a pretty blonde with her hair shaved a couple inches up each side of her head, a nose ring, and tattoos on many parts of her body. Shannon had never been with her before, but she was turned on just looking at her picture. According to the information, Jessica was a regular, and it appeared she was almost never a repeat visitor with the same priestess. Apparently, she liked to sample the wares and move on. Shannon rubbed her clit fast and hard as she anticipated her sexy supplicant. This visit was most likely going to have nothing to do with cuddling. Jessica wanted hot lesbian sex, and Shannon grew wetter at the thought.

She continued masturbating on the edge of the bed and felt butterflies in her stomach when Jessica appeared around the bend. A sultry smile appeared on the tattooed blonde’s face when she saw what Shannon was doing. As she walked up, her eyes unabashedly crawled over Shannon’s tits and splayed pussy.

“Priestess, may I approach?” she said in a sexy Australian accent.

Shannon let out a little moan as her fingertip bumped over her clit, causing her muscles to tense up. “Enter of your free will, supplicant,” she responded breathlessly.

Jessica stepped up onto the dais and immediately removed her robe, tossing it on the edge of the bed and unselfconsciously displaying her naked body to Shannon and whomever else might be watching from another dais. Her breasts were large–probably double D or bigger–and obviously fake, with nipple rings that matched the one between her nostrils. She had a floral sternum tattoo which bordered the underside of both breasts and came to a peak in the middle. There were full sleeves on both arms, as well as tattoos on both thighs. And she had a devil tattoo above her pussy, with her plump, pink vulva forming its tongue. Shannon felt a small gush of fluid release from inside as she touched herself in front of this gorgeous, tattooed Aussie.

“Welcome to the Temple of Eros. My name is Flavia. May I be of service to you?” Shannon uttered between labored breaths.

“You know it, babe,” Jessica said with a smile as she kneeled in front of Shannon. She took Shannon’s hand–the one with which she had been masturbating–and held her fingers under her nose, drawing in a deep breath. “Mmm…” she sighed, then proceeded to lick Shannon’s juices off each of her fingers in turn. Once she had cleaned off her fingers, Jessica grabbed Shannon under her thighs and forced her to lie back on the bed. The sexy alt-girl stuck her face in Shannon’s pussy and began to lick and nibble and suck on every surface of her intimate flesh.

Shannon moaned at the feel of the girl’s experienced tongue between her legs. From her vantage point, Jessica’s lips were pressed snugly between her puffy labia with her nose sitting right in the top of her crevice, and her nose ring rubbing against her clit. The hot blonde’s eyes were closed, and she moved her mouth back and forth, making sounds of pleasure as she tongued out Shannon’s pussy.

Shannon submitted to the oral assault for a couple minutes, before reaching down and grasping the girl’s face in her hands, coaxing her up onto the bed. Jessica complied with a lusty smile, crawling on top and kissing her passionately as her large, round breasts pressed firmly into Shannon’s chest. The lesbian supplicant ground her pubic mound into Shannon’s, while also pinching her nipple.

Shannon rolled over, forcing Jessica to the bottom position as they both shimmied toward the center of the bed. She kneaded both fake breasts in her hands and began sucking on the girl’s erect nipples, playing with the piercings in her mouth, and eliciting a delicious moan. Then she kissed her way down Jessica’s stomach until she reached her pussy. She smelled fresh and clean as expected, although their passionate play had worked the girl into a state of arousal and her slippery fluids were strong and deeply musky. Shannon thought she smelled sexy as hell and dove in straightaway.

Shannon held Jessica’s tattooed outer labia open with her thumbs, exposing her meaty inner labia as well as the bright pink flesh inside. She licked up the Aussie’s feminine juices and stuck two fingers deep inside her pussy as she began sucking on her clit. Jessica moaned, holding the back of Shannon’s head and pressing her face into her pussy as she opened her thighs even wider.

After a few minutes under Shannon’s tongue, Jessica said, “Come up here, babe.” She twirled her finger around and Shannon understood exactly what she wanted.

She turned around and straddled Jessica’s face, then continued eating her pussy as Jessica returned the favor. Shannon felt Jessica’s nose pressed directly into her anus as the girl’s tongue once again started to probe and lick her intimate parts.

Suddenly, they were locked in a race to make each other come. Shannon formed a suction on Jessica’s clit as the other girl did the same and they carried on with their mutual oral molestation. Shannon could feel the beginnings of another orgasm bubbling up to the surface as Jessica’s thighs began to tremble, so she stuck two fingers inside her pussy, trying hard to get the Aussie stranger to reach orgasm.

Without warning, Jessica pushed her off and maneuvered into the “scissor” position, with their legs framing each other’s torso and their pussies pressed together. The hot alt-girl began to grind her clit into Shannon’s, and she gyrated with equal fervor, rubbing against the foreign vagina.

The friction on Shannon’s clit was intense and she could tell that it wasn’t going to be long before she came. It looked as if Jessica was feeling the same way based on the intense expression on her face and the fact that her hips were bucking rapidly.

Within a minute, Shannon was there. She continued grinding into Jessica’s sex as the contractions exploded inside her womb. She cried out, throwing her head back as Jessica thrust against her with a ferocity that she hadn’t experienced in quite a while. Shannon trembled as she reached orgasm, squirting a large amount of feminine fluid, and felt the warm rush of wetness between their bodies.

Shannon’s clit suddenly became hyper-sensitive, and her body was screaming at her to back off the stimulation. But she forced herself to keep going, intent on giving Jessica the orgasm she deserved. She had had a lot of practice pushing herself beyond what she thought her body could handle, and she was almost always pleasantly surprised when she discovered just how much she could actually take. She continued mashing her throbbing sex into Jessica’s soaking wet vulva and the intense sensitivity began to abate, transitioning into a tolerable numbness.

A few moments later, the sexy Aussie let out a loud shout and began shaking as her thighs clamped against Shannon’s back and stomach. Her pelvis bucked as they held their pussies tightly together and Shannon felt the warm deluge of the other girl’s cum running down her ass and leg.

Shannon studied Jessica’s face as she came and couldn’t help but to smile. She loved giving other people orgasms. And watching the euphoric pleasure spread over someone’s face was one of the great privileges in life. There wasn’t much on earth more special than giving pleasure to another human being.

After their mutual orgasms, both women lay there breathing heavily, their legs still intertwined with their wet vulvas resting against each other. It was an incredibly sexy feeling to be so intimate with someone she had just met, and the idea alone had Shannon ready for more erotic play.

But Jessica sat up, extracted herself from Shannon’s legs and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Then she climbed off the bed, said, “Thanks, babe!”, wrapped herself up in her toga, and walked away.

Shannon sat up and wistfully watched her leave, wishing they could have spent more time together. She flopped back down onto the sheets, feeling the wetness between her thighs, and relaxed, closing her eyes and beginning to feel a little sleepy. After a few blissful moments of inactivity, she adjusted her status on the tablet and headed in to take another shower.

By the time she was finished, the bed was made again, and everything was clean. Crawling into the fresh sheets, she touched her vulva and realized it was puffy and still sensitive. She checked the time and saw that it was now after 8pm. She would need to be heading home soon to get some sleep, so she wasn’t late for her 9am flight. But she figured she had time for one more supplicant, so she went to READY and waited eagerly to see who would pop up on her screen.

The wait time was about eight minutes, so she licked her finger, coating it generously with saliva, and touched her clit. It was so sensitive. She rubbed around the area, massaging the blood back into her vulva until she felt the stirrings begin inside once again.

Suddenly, her notification went off and she jumped from surprise. It hadn’t been anywhere close to eight minutes. Shannon saw that it was a message from Priestess Amara, with whom she had just eaten in the cafeteria about an hour ago. She was requesting Flavia to come to her dais for a supplicant who wanted to be with two priestesses at once.

Shannon smiled and accepted the invitation, her status changing to ENGAGED. She slipped into her toga and slippers, grabbed her tablet, and made her way down the path, taking a right turn onto another paved walkway. She took another right turn and then a left. Finally, she arrived at Dais 4 and saw that the curtain was closed. In a clear voice, she said, “Priestess, may I approach?”

After a few seconds, the curtains parted and Amara appeared in the opening, naked as the day she was born. “Thank you for responding to my summons, Priestess Flavia. Please come in.”

Shannon stepped up onto the dais and the curtain closed behind her. On the bed was a naked black man who was extremely well built and very handsome. Something about him ignited a spark of recognition in her mind and she tried to place where she knew him from as she disrobed, kicking off her slippers and letting the toga fall to the floor at the foot of the circular bed.

“This is Dante, priestess. Dante, this is Priestess Flavia.” Amara took Shannon’s hand and they crawled up onto the bed together.

“Welcome to the Temple of Eros, Dante. May I be of service to you?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice deep and resonant.

Dante’s cock was huge and semi erect, lying against his thigh, and Shannon’s heart began to beat more quickly as she thought about taking that monster inside her body. He patted the pillows to each side of him and Shannon crawled up and lay down to his left, while Amara lay to his right. Dante ran his large hands over their thighs, and his fingers quickly made their way between their legs. He traced along the inside of their slits and Shannon jumped ever so slightly as his big fingertips brushed against her sensitive clit.

“Why don’t you girls make out for a bit while I get myself ready.” He took his thick cock in his hand and squeezed it, pulling toward the tip.

Shannon and Amara sat up immediately went to the middle of the bed, kneeling in front of each other. Smiling, they closed their eyes and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

Shannon loved Amara’s lips. They were soft and warm, and she used them expertly, parting them just enough to allow her tongue to snake out and invade Shannon’s mouth. Shannon returned the kiss with fervor, exploring Amara’s tongue as she held the petite redhead’s face in her hands. Quiet, sensual sounds escaped from both girl’s throats as they became lost in the kiss.

“Amara,” Dante said. “I’m ready for your mouth.”

Shannon and Amara broke the kiss and looked over at Dante’s erect cock as it bobbed up and down. It was thick and probably ten inches long. Amara crawled between his legs and grasped his girth in her tiny hand, then took his bulbous head in her mouth. Shannon watched as about four inches of his dick disappeared into the redhead’s throat before she came back up for air.