Margaret, a brunette with long, messy hair, walked into the dimly lit confessional booth. She was dressed in a tight-fitting fishnet dress that left little to the imagination. Her heart raced as she slid the partition open and knelt down.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she whispered.
On the other side of the partition, Father Michael listened intently. He had heard many confessions in his time, but none had prepared him for the sight of Margaret. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her curves were on full display. He could feel his resolve weakening.
“Go on, my child,” he said, trying to maintain his composure.
“I have been having impure thoughts, Father. Thoughts about you,” she confessed.
Father Michael was taken aback. He knew he should end the confession, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“What kind of thoughts, Margaret?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“I’ve been dreaming of you, Father. Touching me, kissing me. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it.”
Father Michael felt a stirring in his loins. He tried to ignore it, but the image of Margaret’s body, draped in fishnet, was too much to resist.
“Margaret, I must caution you. This is a place of worship, not a place for such thoughts.”
“I know, Father. But I can’t help the way I feel. I need to feel your touch, your warmth. I need you to forgive me, Father. Please.”
Father Michael hesitated for a moment, then pushed the partition open. Margaret’s eyes widened as she saw him, his collar undone, his eyes filled with desire.
“Father,” she whispered.
He didn’t say a word. Instead, he reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face. Margaret leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers traced her jawline.
“You’re so beautiful, Margaret,” he whispered, his voice husky.
He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. Margaret moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. Father Michael deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. Margaret gasped as he nibbled on her earlobe, her body trembling with desire.
“Father, please,” she whispered, her hands reaching down to cup his bulge.
Father Michael groaned, his hips thrusting forward. He reached up, cupping her breasts through the fishnet fabric. Margaret moaned, her head falling back as he teased her nipples.
He slid his hand down her body, his fingers tracing the wetness between her legs. Margaret spread her legs, inviting him in.
Father Michael didn’t hesitate. He pushed her dress up, his fingers finding her wet and ready. Margaret moaned as he teased her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Father, I need you inside me,” she whispered.
Father Michael didn’t need to be asked twice. He pushed his pants down, his cock springing free. Margaret gasped as she saw it, her eyes widening.
Father Michael didn’t give her time to react. He pushed her back against the booth, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. Margaret moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He started to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Margaret met him thrust for thrust, her moans filling the confessional booth.
“Fuck, Margaret, you feel so good,” Father Michael whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Margaret could only moan in response, her body trembling with pleasure.
Father Michael could feel himself getting close. He reached down, his fingers teasing Margaret’s clit. She moaned, her body tensing as she came.
Father Michael followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her pussy with his cum. Margaret moaned, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still connected. Then Father Michael pulled out, his cock still hard.
“Again, Father?” Margaret whispered, her eyes shining with desire.
Father Michael didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled her to her feet, his cock sliding back into her pussy.
They fucked until they were both spent, their bodies trembling with pleasure.
When it was over, Father Michael pulled away, his cock still hard.
“Go, Margaret. Before we’re caught,” he whispered.
Margaret nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude. She pulled her dress down, her body still trembling with pleasure.
“Thank you, Father. Thank you,” she whispered.
Father Michael watched as she left, his cock still hard. He knew he had sinned, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.
He pulled his pants up, his heart still racing. He knew he should feel guilty, but all he could feel was desire.
He reached down, his fingers tracing the wetness between his legs. He groaned, his cock twitching with desire.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” he whispered.
But even as he said the words, he knew he would do it again.
And again.
And again.
