In the dimly lit confessional of a small town church, a brunette woman with long hair and a messy, just-fucked look sat, knees pressed together anxiously. Call her Evelyn, a woman of 35 years, with a body that could make any man of the cloth sin. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet dress, the kind that left little to the imagination.
Father Benjamin, a man of 50 years, who had been a priest for decades, listened intently as she began to speak. Her voice trembled as she described her desires, the ones that went against everything she’d been taught.
“Father, I’ve sinned. I’ve lain with a man, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
A pause, a heavy breath.
“Tell me more, my child,” he urged, his own breath heavy.
Evelyn hesitated, then confessed everything. How she’d met him in the confessional, how they’d made love in the church, how she’d begged for more. With every word, Father Benjamin grew harder, his thoughts consumed by the image of her writhing beneath him.
“I need to see you again, Father. I can’t stop thinking about your cock inside me.”
The confession ended, but neither of them moved. Finally, Father Benjamin spoke.
“Meet me in the rectory tonight. We will continue this…discussion.”
As Evelyn left the confessional, she knew she’d be back. The thought of sinning with the Father again, of feeling his cock inside her, had consumed her thoughts. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself.
At the rectory, they wasted no time. Father Benjamin, still in his robes, pulled Evelyn close, his hands roaming her body. She moaned as his lips found hers, their tongues dancing together in a sinful dance. His hands found her breasts, kneading them roughly as she gasped for breath.
“You like that, my child?”
“Yes, Father. Please, harder.”
He obliged, his fingers finding her nipples, twisting and pinching them until she cried out in pleasure.
“Your body is a temple, Evelyn. And I want to worship every inch of it.”
He dropped to his knees, his tongue finding her navel, then lower. She moaned as he reached her pussy, his tongue lapping at her wetness.
“You taste like sin, my child. And I can’t get enough.”
She gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he licked and sucked, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to cum, Father. Oh god, I’m going to cum!”
With a final flick of his tongue, she came, her juices flowing freely. He lapped at her, savoring every drop.
“I need you inside me, Father. Please.”
He stood, his cock hard and ready. He entered her roughly, her wetness guiding him in. She cried out as he filled her, her pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck me, Father. Fuck me harder.”
He obliged, thrusting deeper and deeper, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time.
“Yes, Father. Yes, yes, yes!”
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her pussy clenching around him as he continued to thrust. He followed soon after, his cum filling her as he groaned in pleasure.
They lay together, spent and satisfied. But even as they caught their breath, they knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
For Evelyn, the confessional had become her sinful paradise, and Father Benjamin her willing partner. And as they lay together, they both knew that their sins had only just begun.
