It was a hot summer day when I first saw her. I was sitting in the pews of the small country church, fanning myself with a hymnal, when she walked in. She was a vision of beauty, with long blonde hair that cascaded down her back in golden waves, and small but perky breasts that were barely contained by the fishnet top she was wearing.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she walked down the aisle, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She took a seat in the front row, her long legs crossed, giving me a glimpse of her smooth, tan thighs.
I knew I had to have her. I waited until the service was over, and then I approached her. She looked up at me with her bright blue eyes, and I could see the desire in them.
“I’m Father Michael,” I said, extending my hand.
“I’m Angel,” she replied, her voice like a melody.
I could feel my cock stirring in my robes as I looked at her. I knew I had to have her, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.
I invited her back to the rectory for a drink, and she accepted. As soon as we were alone, I pounced. I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roamed over her body.
She responded eagerly, her hands tugging at my robes, desperate to feel my skin against hers. I pulled back for a moment, looking into her eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, knowing that she was playing with fire.
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes filled with desire. “I want you, Father.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I stripped off my robes, revealing my hard, naked body. She gasped at the sight of me, her eyes widening with lust.
I pulled her to me, my hands cupping her small breasts, my thumbs teasing her hard nipples. She moaned, her head falling back as I kissed and nibbled my way down her neck.
I knelt before her, my hands on her thighs, spreading them apart. I could see the wetness glistening on her pussy lips, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
She tasted like heaven, and I couldn’t get enough. I licked and sucked at her clit, feeling it swell beneath my tongue. She moaned, her hands tangling in my hair as she ground herself against my face.
I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing as I drove her closer and closer to the edge. She cried out as she came, her juices flowing into my mouth.
I stood up, my cock hard and ready. I pulled her to her feet, my hands on her ass as I lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy grinding against my cock.
I carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes filled with need.
I entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. She moaned, her head falling back as I began to move.
I thrust into her, hard and deep, my balls slapping against her ass. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I fucked her.
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I drove deeper and deeper into her. She moaned, her pussy clenching around me as she came again.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I exploded inside her, my cum filling her as I collapsed on top of her.
We lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding. I knew I had sinned, but I didn’t care. It had been worth it.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you, Father,” she whispered.
I smiled, kissing her gently.
“Anytime, my dear.”
