Sara, a brunette church woman in her late 20s, always wore her long hair in a neat bun. But today, she let her hair down, its loose waves cascading over her shoulders as she entered the empty church. She walked down the aisle, her heels clicking against the marble floor, and took a seat in the front pew.
She had been feeling restless lately, her mind filled with impure thoughts. She couldn’t stop thinking about the forbidden desires that had been building up inside her. She had never acted on them before, but today she couldn’t resist the temptation.
Sara reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, letting out a soft moan as she did so. She closed her eyes and imagined the hands of someone else touching her, their fingers tracing the curves of her body.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, startled. She turned to see a tall figure standing behind her, dressed in all black. It was the new priest, Father Thomas, who had just joined the church a few weeks ago.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, his voice deep and soothing.
Sara’s heart raced as she looked up at him. She couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards him. She had heard rumors about his past, how he had left the seminary to pursue his desires. And now, here he was, standing in front of her.
“I was just… I was praying,” Sara stuttered, her voice trembling.
Father Thomas smiled and took a seat next to her. “Prayer is a powerful thing,” he said. “But sometimes, we need more than just words to connect with the divine.”
Sara’s heart pounded in her chest as Father Thomas reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as she felt his lips on hers.
Their kiss was passionate, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths. Sara reached up and wrapped her arms around Father Thomas’s neck, pulling him closer.
Father Thomas’s hands roamed over Sara’s body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and waist. Sara let out a soft moan as he cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing circles over her nipple through the fabric of her dress.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Sara’s neck, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. Sara arched her back, her body trembling with pleasure as he continued to tease her nipples.
Father Thomas’s hand slipped beneath Sara’s dress, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
Sara’s hips bucked against his hand as he brought her to the brink of orgasm. She cried out as she came, her juices flowing over his fingers.
Father Thomas stood up and pulled Sara to her feet. He turned her around and bent her over the pew, her ass in the air. Sara looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Father Thomas unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, already hard and ready. Sara licked her lips as she watched him approach, her body trembling with desire.
He entered her slowly, his cock filling her up inch by inch. Sara moaned as he began to thrust, her body moving in time with his.
Father Thomas reached around and wrapped his hand around Sara’s throat, his fingers squeezing gently. Sara’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, her body shuddering with pleasure.
Father Thomas followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled Sara with his cum. They collapsed onto the pew, their bodies slick with sweat.
Sara looked up at Father Thomas, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Father Thomas smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from Sara’s face. “Anytime,” he said. “Remember, prayer is a powerful thing.”
