Margaret, a woman of 28 with small but perky breasts, long blonde hair, and a penchant for wearing fishnet stockings, found herself alone in the empty church. She had stayed behind to clean up after the evening service, her mind occupied by thoughts of the handsome young priest who had led the mass.
As she worked, she could feel her body tingling with desire. She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. She had always been attracted to men of the cloth, and Father Thomas was no exception. She had caught him glancing at her several times during the service, and now she couldn’t get him out of her head.
As she finished up her work, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around to see Father Thomas, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire.
“I didn’t expect anyone to still be here,” he said, his voice low and husky.
“I was just finishing up,” Margaret replied, her own voice barely above a whisper.
Father Thomas took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’m glad you stayed,” he said.
Margaret could feel her heart racing as Father Thomas reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, her lips parting in anticipation.
Father Thomas took this as an invitation and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Margaret responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his.
As they kissed, Father Thomas’s hands began to wander, caressing Margaret’s body through the fishnet stockings. She moaned with pleasure as he reached her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Without breaking their kiss, Father Thomas began to undo the buttons of Margaret’s blouse, revealing her small but perfect breasts. He reached out and cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
Margaret gasped with pleasure as Father Thomas’s fingers continued to tease her nipples. She reached down and began to undo his pants, freeing his hard cock.
Father Thomas broke their kiss and looked down at Margaret, his eyes filled with desire. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Margaret nodded, her eyes filled with passion. “Yes, I want you,” she said.
Father Thomas didn’t need any further encouragement. He picked Margaret up and carried her to the altar, laying her down on the soft fabric.
He knelt between her legs and began to kiss her inner thighs, his lips and tongue teasing her skin as he worked his way closer to her pussy. Margaret moaned with pleasure as she felt his hot breath on her skin.
Father Thomas reached up and began to stroke Margaret’s clit, his fingers expertly teasing her. She moaned louder as he slipped a finger inside her, her muscles clenching around him.
He continued to stroke her clit as he added a second finger, his fingers moving in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. Margaret’s moans grew louder as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She cried out as she came, her juices flowing over Father Thomas’s fingers.
Father Thomas didn’t give Margaret a chance to recover. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust his cock deep inside her, filling her up completely.
He began to thrust in and out of her, his pace gradually increasing. Margaret wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him on.
Father Thomas reached down and began to stroke Margaret’s clit again, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. Margaret moaned with pleasure as she felt herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any longer. She cried out as she came again, her juices flowing over Father Thomas’s cock.
Father Thomas continued to thrust in and out of Margaret, his own orgasm building deep inside him. He moaned with pleasure as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. He cried out as he came, his hot cum filling Margaret up completely.
They lay there for a few moments, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy.
“That was amazing,” Margaret whispered, her eyes filled with love and passion.
“Yes, it was,” Father Thomas replied, his own eyes filled with the same emotion.
They knew they shouldn’t have done it, but they couldn’t help themselves. They were in love, and they couldn’t deny their feelings any longer.
And so, they continued to meet in secret, their love growing stronger with each passing day. They knew they couldn’t be together in the eyes of the church, but they didn’t care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
