It was a sweltering summer afternoon when I first saw her, standing in front of the small church on the outskirts of town. Her long, brunette hair was a messy cascade of curls, framing her delicate face and framing her deep brown eyes. She wore a simple white blouse, her ample bosom threatening to spill out of the top, and a short, black skirt that revealed her fishnet-clad legs.
I had always been drawn to women of faith, their innocence and purity calling to my more carnal desires. I slowed my car as I approached her, my eyes locked onto her curves, and I felt my cock begin to stir.
“Excuse me, father,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “I was hoping you could help me.”
I smiled, my eyes still locked onto her cleavage. “Of course, my child. What seems to be the problem?”
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting around before settling back on me. “I… I’ve been having impure thoughts, father. I can’t seem to control them.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what kind of impure thoughts are these, my child?”
She blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “I… I keep imagining myself in… in inappropriate situations. With men. And… and women.”
My cock twitched at her words, my mind already racing with the possibilities. “I see,” I said, my voice low and husky. “And have you acted on these thoughts, my child?”
She shook her head, her eyes wide with shame. “No, father. I… I couldn’t.”
I reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But you want to, don’t you?”
She hesitated for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Yes, father. I do.”
I smiled, my hand moving from her shoulder to her cheek. “Then perhaps it’s time for a little… confession.”
I led her into the church, my hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the confessional. I closed the door behind us, my eyes locked onto hers as I spoke. “Now, my child. Tell me. Tell me all your dirty little secrets.”
She hesitated for a moment, before her words began to spill out in a rush. “I… I’ve been fantasizing about being with a woman, father. About feeling her lips on mine, her hands on my body.”
My cock throbbed at her words, my mind already racing with the possibilities. “And what else, my child?” I asked, my voice low and husky.
She blushed, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. “I… I’ve been thinking about… about sex, father. About feeling a man’s cock inside me, filling me up.”
I reached out, placing a hand on her thigh, my fingers tracing the lines of her fishnet stockings. “And do you want to feel that now, my child? Do you want to feel me inside you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide with desire. “Yes, father. Please. I want to feel you.”
I stood, my hand still on her thigh, and slowly began to undo my pants. My cock sprang free, hard and eager, and I took her hand, guiding it to my shaft. “Then take it, my child. Take it and make me yours.”
She wrapped her fingers around my cock, her grip tight and eager, and began to stroke me. I groaned, my head falling back as I felt her fingers explore my length. “Yes, my child. Just like that.”
She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine, and I felt my cock throb at the contact. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as she continued to stroke me.
I reached down, my hand moving up her thigh, under her skirt, and found her wet and ready for me. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around me, and she broke the kiss, her head falling back as she moaned.
“Yes, father. Yes.”
I added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her as she writhed against me. I could feel her getting closer, her moans growing louder and more frantic, and I knew I had to have her.
I pulled my fingers out, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and I positioned my cock at her entrance.
“Yes, father. Please. Fuck me.”
I thrust into her, feeling her tight pussy swallow me up, and she threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. I began to move, my hips pistoning in and out of her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
She was so tight, so wet, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, and began to rub her in time with my thrusts.
She moaned, her pussy clenching around me as she got closer and closer to the edge. I could feel her muscles tightening, her breathing quickening, and I knew she was almost there.
“Yes, father. Yes. I’m cumming.”
I felt her pussy contract around me, her muscles milking my cock as she came, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one final time, my cock throbbing as I filled her up with my cum.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still connected, our breathing heavy and ragged. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against my ear, and whispered. “Thank you, father. That was… amazing.”
I smiled, my hands still on her hips, and pulled out of her. “Anytime, my child. Anytime.”
She stood, her legs shaky, and adjusted her skirt. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude, and I knew I had done something good.
“I’ll see you soon, father,” she said, her voice soft and sweet.
I watched her walk away, my cock still hard and eager, and knew I would see her again. And again. And again.
For as long as she needed me.
