Margaret, a small-breasted blonde in her late twenties, sat in the front pew of the empty church. Her fishnet stockings and short skirt revealing her long, toned legs. She ran her fingers through her long hair, lost in thought.
Father Thomas, a man in his early fifties, walked down the aisle, noticing Margaret’s presence. He approached her, curious as to why she was there so late at night.
“Margaret, is everything alright?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
“I couldn’t sleep, Father. I’ve been having… impure thoughts,” she confessed, her voice quivering.
Father Thomas took a seat next to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright, my child. We all have our struggles. But remember, the Lord is always here to guide us.”
Margaret looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with desire. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his. Father Thomas was taken aback, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards her.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together. Margaret’s hands wandered down his chest, undoing his collar. Father Thomas let out a soft moan as she ran her fingers over his bare skin.
Margaret broke the kiss, her lips trailing down his neck. She nibbled on his earlobe, causing him to shiver. Father Thomas ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer.
Margaret’s hand reached down, rubbing Father Thomas through his pants. He let out a soft gasp as she began to undo his belt.
“Margaret, we can’t do this here,” Father Thomas said, his voice filled with guilt.
“I know, Father. But I need you. I need to feel you inside me,” Margaret pleaded, her voice filled with desire.
Father Thomas couldn’t resist her any longer. He picked her up, carrying her to the confessional booth. Margaret’s legs wrapped around his waist, her lips finding his once again.
Father Thomas laid her down on the bench, his hands wandering down her body. He lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear. He let out a soft moan as he ran his fingers over her wet pussy.
Margaret arched her back, letting out a soft gasp as Father Thomas began to rub her clit. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Father Thomas couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled down his pants, his hard cock springing free. He positioned himself at Margaret’s entrance, looking into her eyes for permission.
Margaret nodded, her eyes filled with desire. Father Thomas pushed himself inside her, causing her to let out a soft moan.
He began to thrust, his hips moving in rhythm with Margaret’s. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
Father Thomas reached down, rubbing Margaret’s clit as he fucked her. She let out a soft gasp, her body trembling as she reached her climax.
Father Thomas couldn’t hold back any longer. He let out a soft grunt as he filled Margaret with his cum.
They laid there for a moment, their bodies entwined. Father Thomas pulled out, getting dressed. Margaret put her clothes back on, her face flushed with pleasure.
“I’ll see you in confession, Father,” Margaret said, a small smile on her face.
Father Thomas nodded, watching as she walked out of the church. He let out a soft sigh, knowing that he had sinned. But he couldn’t deny the pleasure he had felt with Margaret.
He knelt down, praying for forgiveness. He knew that what he had done was wrong, but he couldn’t help but wonder when he would see Margaret again.
