It was a quiet Sunday morning when Rebecca stepped into the empty church. The long haired brunette had always found solace in the silence of the holy building, its high ceilings and stained glass windows providing a peaceful escape from the world outside.
Rebecca had always been a devout follower, her faith never wavering. She had been blessed with a curvaceous figure, her ample assets barely contained by the fishnet top she wore under her open jacket. Her long hair was messy, as if she had just rolled out of bed, adding to her allure.
As she knelt in front of the altar, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Father Thomas, a man of God with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Rebecca,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been watching you for some time now. Your devotion is inspiring, but I can’t help but notice the passion that burns within you.”
Rebecca felt a shiver run down her spine as the Father’s hand trailed down her arm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire.
“Father,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Father Thomas chuckled, his hand now resting on Rebecca’s hip. “I think you do, my child. I think you know exactly what I mean.”
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Rebecca’s ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during mass, the way your eyes light up when I speak. I know that you want me, just as I want you.”
Rebecca gasped as the Father’s hand moved to her breast, his thumb circling her nipple through the fishnet fabric. She arched her back, pressing her body against his.
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. “I want you, Father.”
Father Thomas wasted no time, his hands moving to Rebecca’s skirt, hiking it up around her waist. His fingers found her wet and ready, sliding easily inside her.
Rebecca cried out, her hips bucking against the Father’s hand. She reached for his pants, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.
“Faster,” she gasped, her voice filled with need. “I need you inside me, Father.”
Father Thomas obliged, his cock springing free. He positioned himself behind Rebecca, his hands on her hips as he entered her.
Rebecca moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The Father’s thrusts were hard and fast, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.
“Yes, Father,” she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty church. “Harder, harder.”
Father Thomas grunted, his fingers digging into Rebecca’s hips as he pounded into her. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, her muscles clenching around the Father’s cock.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “I’m going to cum.”
Father Thomas quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic. Rebecca felt herself falling over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her like a wave.
Father Thomas followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he came. They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat.
“Thank you, Father,” Rebecca whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.
Father Thomas smiled, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Rebecca’s face. “No, my child. Thank you.”
They remained in the church for hours, lost in their own world of pleasure and sin. It was a world that they would return to time and time again, their whispered prayers and moans echoing through the empty halls.
