It was a quiet Sunday morning when Elizabeth entered the empty church. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back in loose waves, a few stray strands escaping from her fishnet headcover. She wore a simple white sundress, the thin fabric clinging to her small but shapely figure. Her nude heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she walked towards the confessional.
Elizabeth had always been a devout follower of the church, but today she felt a different kind of hunger. She had been having impure thoughts about the young priest, Father Thomas, who had joined the church just a few months ago. She had seen him from afar, his dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and something inside her stirred. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself.
As she entered the confessional, she could feel her heart racing. She closed the curtain behind her and knelt down, her hands trembling as she made the sign of the cross.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she whispered.
Father Thomas’s voice was deep and soothing. “Go on, my child.”
“I have been having impure thoughts, Father. Thoughts about you.”
There was a long pause. “Tell me more, Elizabeth.”
“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me, Father. Your lips on mine. I know it’s wrong, but I want you so badly.”
Father Thomas’s voice was husky when he spoke again. “Come to my chambers, Elizabeth. We will pray together.”
Elizabeth stood up, her legs shaky. She opened the curtain and stepped out of the confessional, her heart pounding in her chest. She made her way to Father Thomas’s chambers, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.
When she entered the room, Father Thomas was waiting for her. He was wearing his black robe, the collar open to reveal his muscular chest. He looked at her with a hungry gaze, his eyes never leaving her body.
Elizabeth stepped closer to him, her breath hitching as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue danced with hers, exploring her mouth with an urgency that took her breath away.
Father Thomas’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her small breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Elizabeth moaned, her body responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone. He nibbled and licked at her skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Elizabeth’s head fell back, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
Father Thomas’s hands moved lower, hiking up her dress and cupping her ass. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh, pulling her closer to him. Elizabeth could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she gasped.
Father Thomas’s fingers found her wetness, sliding easily into her pussy. Elizabeth moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to fuck her with his fingers.
“Yes, Father,” she whimpered. “Oh, yes.”
Father Thomas added a second finger, stretching her wide. He curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Elizabeth’s legs trembled, her orgasm building inside her.
“Come for me, Elizabeth,” Father Thomas commanded.
Elizabeth’s orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she cried out. Father Thomas continued to fuck her through her orgasm, drawing out every last shudder.
When Elizabeth’s orgasm subsided, Father Thomas removed his fingers from her pussy. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. Elizabeth watched, her eyes wide with desire.
Father Thomas pulled Elizabeth’s dress over her head, leaving her in just her fishnet stockings and heels. He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“You are beautiful, Elizabeth,” he said, his voice rough.
Elizabeth felt a surge of confidence. She stepped closer to him, her hands going to his belt. She undid it, letting his robe fall open.
Father Thomas’s cock sprang free, hard and thick. Elizabeth wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly. Father Thomas moaned, his head falling back.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving Father Thomas’s. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of his cock. Father Thomas hissed, his hands going to her head.
Elizabeth opened her mouth, taking him in as deep as she could. She sucked him hard, her head bobbing up and down. Father Thomas’s hips thrust forward, fucking her mouth.
Elizabeth could feel another orgasm building inside her, her pussy clenching with every thrust of Father Thomas’s cock. She moaned, the vibrations sending Father Thomas over the edge.
He came hard, his cock pulsing in Elizabeth’s mouth. Elizabeth swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.
When Father Thomas’s orgasm subsided, Elizabeth stood up. She looked at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Thank you, Father,” she said, her voice soft.
Father Thomas looked at her, his eyes warm. “No, Elizabeth. Thank you.”
