The sun shone brightly through the stained glass windows of the small church, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the hardwood floors. The quiet hum of distant traffic could be heard through the open doors, and the scent of incense and candle wax filled the air.
Father Thomas, a man in his late 40s with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes, knelt before the altar, deep in prayer. His mind wandered to thoughts of her, the mysterious blonde woman who had entered the church just moments before. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet dress that left little to the imagination, and her long hair cascaded down her back in golden waves.
As he prayed, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see her standing behind him. “Father,” she whispered, “I need your help.”
He stood, looking into her eyes, and felt a stirring in his loins. “Of course, my child. How can I assist you?”
She looked around, ensuring they were alone, before leaning in close. “I have sinned, Father. I have desires that I cannot control.”
He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. “What kind of desires?”
She bit her lip, looking up at him through thick lashes. “I desire…flesh. The touch of a man, the feel of his skin against mine. I cannot help it, Father. I crave it.”
He swallowed hard, his heart racing. “My child, these desires can be controlled. You must pray for strength and resist the temptations of the flesh.”
She shook her head, stepping closer. “But Father, what if I don’t want to resist? What if I want to give in to these desires?”
He took a step back, but she followed, pressing her body against his. He could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of his robes, and he knew he should push her away. But he couldn’t.
She reached up, running her fingers through his beard, and looked into his eyes. “I want you, Father. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to sin with you.”
He groaned, unable to resist any longer. He pulled her close, crushing his lips to hers. She tasted of sin and desire, and he couldn’t get enough.
He ran his hands over her body, feeling the softness of her skin through the fishnet fabric. She moaned, arching against him, and he knew he had to have her.
He lifted her onto the altar, pushing her dress up around her waist. She was bare beneath, her pussy glistening with desire. He knelt between her legs, burying his face in her. She cried out, her hands tangled in his hair as he licked and sucked at her.
He stood, sliding his cock into her. She was tight and hot, and he groaned as he filled her. He fucked her hard, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
“Yes, Father,” she cried out, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck me. Sin with me.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He came hard, filling her with his seed. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as they caught their breath.
They lay together on the altar, spent and satisfied. “I will pray for forgiveness,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.
She smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “It was worth it, Father. It was worth every sinful moment.”
He knew she was right. He would pray for forgiveness, but he would never forget the feel of her body against his, the taste of her on his lips. He would remember the sin they had committed, and he would long for more.
