In the hallowed halls of the ancient stone church, Sister Maria, a brunette with long locks that cascaded down her shoulders, was on her knees, cleaning the confessional booth. The church was empty, save for the faint whispers of her rosary beads and the sound of her breathing. Her heart raced as she thought of Father Thomas, the handsome young priest who had captivated her from the moment she laid eyes on him.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the door creak open. She looked up to see Father Thomas standing before her. His eyes were filled with a hunger that she had never seen before. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he locked the door behind him.
He approached her, his footsteps echoing through the empty church. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. She looked up at him, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Father,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Maria,” he replied, his voice deep and husky. “I have been thinking of you.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. She responded eagerly, her arms snaking around his neck. His tongue explored her mouth, teasing her own. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she moaned softly.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him better access. He nipped at her earlobe, causing her to gasp.
“You are so beautiful, Maria,” he murmured.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through her habit. She arched into his touch, her nipples hardening. He pinched them lightly, and she moaned.
He knelt before her, his eyes level with her crotch. He reached up, slowly pulling down the hem of her skirt. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and her pussy was already wet with desire.
He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. He licked and sucked at her clit, driving her wild. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening.
With a final lick, he stood up. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on it.
He reached down, pulling her to her feet. He spun her around, pushing her against the confessional. She braced herself, her hands on the wooden paneling.
He entered her from behind, his cock sliding in easily. She moaned, her head falling back. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her steady.
He started thrusting, hard and fast. She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely. She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned, her orgasm crashing over her.
He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her. She could feel his release, hot and sticky.
They stood there, panting and spent. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined releases.
They dressed quietly, their eyes locked. They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. They both knew what had happened, and what would happen again.
As he left, he turned back to her.
“Until next time, Maria.”
She smiled, her heart racing. She couldn’t wait.
