Margaret, a brunette with long, messy hair, sat in the last pew of the small church. Her fishnet stockings were barely visible beneath her short skirt, but she knew they were there, and that excited her. She had always been a rebellious one, even in the house of the Lord.
Father Thomas, a man of god, stood at the pulpit, delivering his sermon. His eyes, however, kept wandering to the woman in the back. He had noticed her the moment she walked in, her confidence and sex appeal radiating off her in waves. He tried to focus on his words, but his mind kept drifting to thoughts of what lay beneath her clothes.
As the service came to an end, Father Thomas made his way down the aisle, greeting parishioners as he went. When he reached Margaret, he hesitated for a moment before taking her hand in his. Her skin was soft, and he could feel the heat radiating off her body.
“Father,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve been having impure thoughts.”
Father Thomas swallowed hard, his heart racing. “We all have impure thoughts, my child,” he said, trying to maintain his composure.
“But mine are about you,” she whispered, her eyes locked onto his.
Father Thomas felt a stirring in his loins, and he knew he should resist. But the temptation was too great. He took Margaret’s hand and led her to his office, closing the door behind them.
Margaret wasted no time, her hands reaching for Father Thomas’s belt. She undid it slowly, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it only fueled her own.
Father Thomas watched as Margaret pulled his cock out, her eyes lighting up at the sight of it. She licked her lips before taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
Father Thomas let out a moan, his hands reaching for Margaret’s hair. He tangled his fingers in her long, messy locks as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Margaret could feel Father Thomas’s cock growing harder in her mouth, and she knew he was close. She sucked harder, her fingers reaching down to play with his balls.
Father Thomas let out a loud moan as he came, Margaret swallowing every last drop.
But Margaret wasn’t done. She stood up, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare ass. She bent over Father Thomas’s desk, her fishnet stockings pulled tight against her legs.
Father Thomas couldn’t resist. He stepped forward, his cock hard once again. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet pussy.
Margaret moaned as Father Thomas filled her, her hips moving in time with his thrusts.
Father Thomas reached around, his fingers finding Margaret’s clit. He rubbed her gently, feeling her muscles clench around his cock as she came.
They collapsed onto the desk, their bodies spent.
“Father,” Margaret whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I think I’ve found my new confessor.”
Father Thomas smiled, his mind already racing with thoughts of their next encounter. The forbidden fruit had never tasted so sweet.
