It was a quiet Sunday morning when Rebecca slipped into the empty church. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back, and she wore a tight-fitting fishnet bodysuit that accentuated her small, perky breasts. She had always been attracted to the forbidden, and the idea of being naked in such a sacred place excited her.
As she walked down the aisle, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She reached the front of the church and turned to face the altar. Slowly, she began to remove her clothing, letting each piece fall to the ground until she was completely naked.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the cool air on her bare skin. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin. She was completely alone, or so she thought.
From the back of the church, she heard a soft moan. She opened her eyes and saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was the new priest, Father Mark. He had arrived at the church just a few weeks ago, and Rebecca had been unable to stop thinking about him ever since.
She watched as he stepped out of the shadows, his eyes fixed on her naked body. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She could see the bulge in his pants, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
He walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. When he reached her, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth, and she could feel the heat building between them.
He started to touch her body, his hands roaming over her breasts and down her stomach. She gasped as he touched her clit, rubbing it gently with his fingers. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, and she knew she needed more.
He pushed her back onto the altar, spreading her legs wide. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He smiled and leaned down, his tongue finding her clit. She moaned as he licked and sucked, her hips bucking against his mouth.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and she reached down to touch herself. He slapped her hand away, replacing it with his own. She moaned as he fingered her, his thumb still on her clit.
She came hard, her body shaking with pleasure. He stood up and undressed, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her, slowly at first, then harder and faster.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. He reached up and tweaked her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She could feel another orgasm building, and she urged him on. He fucked her harder, their bodies slapping together. She moaned louder and louder, until she came again, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He pulled out and came on her stomach, his hot cum covering her skin. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath. Then she stood up and began to dress. He watched her, his eyes filled with desire.
“We can’t let this happen again,” he said, his voice husky.
“I know,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
But as she walked out of the church, she knew she would be back for more. The thrill of the forbidden was too great to resist.
