It had taken me months to find him. I visited nearly every Catholic
church in the city looking for the right priest. And then one Sunday,
there he was - young, idealistic, and sexy as hell. I'd been seeing him
for weeks. In the dark of the confessional, I'd spun stories for him.
I'd started slow, confessing lustful thoughts, feigning confusion over
wet dreams, and finally, describing to him my every dirty deed.
In the beginning, he genuinely had tried to lead me down a right path, to counsel me to goodness, but with each passing week his resolve weakened. During my last visit, I could feel the desire emanating off of him in waves.
I paused, my foot on the stone step leading to the church, and took a deep, centering breath. Today would be the day. I could feel it. I hurried up the steps and into the church, excitement tingling down my spine. I had timed it just right. No one else was here. Tuesday mornings were always dead at St. Joseph's. I slipped into the confessional, removed my coat, and knelt before the small, opaque window.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I began.
His breath caught.
"So soon, my child?" he whispered, hoarsely.
"I couldn't stay away."
And with that, I slowly slid back the screen. He looked at me through the little window and the shock that crossed his face at seeing me kneeling naked before him was quickly banished by a look of hunger. A hunger that can only be known to one starved for so long.
Before he could speak, I knelt up and offered him my breasts through the aperture.
For a brief moment, I thought I had misjudged him, but then he reached up and slowly stroked my nipples. He cupped my breasts in his cool, soft hands and lowered his face to lap at my nipples, one, and then the other, gently. His fingers toyed with them then, stroking and squeezing, tantalizing the tips, sending desire buzzing directly from nipple to clit. I bit my lip. His hands felt so good.
"I want you," I breathed.
"We can't," he replied.
"We can. Right here. Right now. No one needs to know." I said, as I pulled back from the window just enough to reach in and hook my finger under his belt.
I tugged and he stood. I pulled him closer to the window and slowly unzipped his pants. His cock, which had been straining against the black material, sprung out into my hand. It was beautiful - long, thick, and smooth. I reached down and cupped his balls, gently massaging them, and ran my fingers lightly up and down his shaft, teasing the head. He gasped and I smiled.
I leaned forward then and took him in my mouth. I could almost taste his yearning and it was delicious. His cock filled my mouth, pushing at the back of my throat. I pulled back, nibbling gently at the tip, while lightly squeezing his balls. I heard him moan softly and with that I began sucking in earnest. My free hand slipped between my legs and I began to stroke myself with each plunge of his cock into my mouth. I took him all the way, burying my face against his body. He smelled of incense and musk.
I knew he was close, but I wasn't ready for it to be over. Not yet. Not like this. I stood up and bent over. My arms braced against the confessional bench, my pussy pressed against the window.
"Please, I need you."
He didn't even hesitate before plunging his cock into me. It felt so good. It was exactly what I had needed, to be filled so deeply. He began to fuck me then, pounding into me, shedding god knows how many years of pent up frustrations. He was brutal and showed no restraint. I pressed myself tighter against the window, squeezing and stroking my clit while he ground into me, hitting me so hard and deep with his cock that the pleasure turned to pain and back again, the line blurring so beautifully.
I buried my face in my shoulder as my orgasm exploded around him again and again. I bucked against him, tremors of pleasure coursing through my body in what seemed like never ending waves and with one last, hard thrust, he came. We stayed like that, locked together through the window, for several minutes until we had both caught our breath.
Finally, I stood up and put on my coat. I heard him zipping his pants. We stepped out of our separate sides of the confessional and he took my hand and squeezed it quickly.
"Go with God." I heard him whisper as I walked away.
Find the audio at: http://evaamoretales.tumblr.com/post/52826480868/go-with-god-find-the-original-story-at
In the beginning, he genuinely had tried to lead me down a right path, to counsel me to goodness, but with each passing week his resolve weakened. During my last visit, I could feel the desire emanating off of him in waves.
I paused, my foot on the stone step leading to the church, and took a deep, centering breath. Today would be the day. I could feel it. I hurried up the steps and into the church, excitement tingling down my spine. I had timed it just right. No one else was here. Tuesday mornings were always dead at St. Joseph's. I slipped into the confessional, removed my coat, and knelt before the small, opaque window.
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I began.
His breath caught.
"So soon, my child?" he whispered, hoarsely.
"I couldn't stay away."
And with that, I slowly slid back the screen. He looked at me through the little window and the shock that crossed his face at seeing me kneeling naked before him was quickly banished by a look of hunger. A hunger that can only be known to one starved for so long.
Before he could speak, I knelt up and offered him my breasts through the aperture.
For a brief moment, I thought I had misjudged him, but then he reached up and slowly stroked my nipples. He cupped my breasts in his cool, soft hands and lowered his face to lap at my nipples, one, and then the other, gently. His fingers toyed with them then, stroking and squeezing, tantalizing the tips, sending desire buzzing directly from nipple to clit. I bit my lip. His hands felt so good.
"I want you," I breathed.
"We can't," he replied.
"We can. Right here. Right now. No one needs to know." I said, as I pulled back from the window just enough to reach in and hook my finger under his belt.
I tugged and he stood. I pulled him closer to the window and slowly unzipped his pants. His cock, which had been straining against the black material, sprung out into my hand. It was beautiful - long, thick, and smooth. I reached down and cupped his balls, gently massaging them, and ran my fingers lightly up and down his shaft, teasing the head. He gasped and I smiled.
I leaned forward then and took him in my mouth. I could almost taste his yearning and it was delicious. His cock filled my mouth, pushing at the back of my throat. I pulled back, nibbling gently at the tip, while lightly squeezing his balls. I heard him moan softly and with that I began sucking in earnest. My free hand slipped between my legs and I began to stroke myself with each plunge of his cock into my mouth. I took him all the way, burying my face against his body. He smelled of incense and musk.
I knew he was close, but I wasn't ready for it to be over. Not yet. Not like this. I stood up and bent over. My arms braced against the confessional bench, my pussy pressed against the window.
"Please, I need you."
He didn't even hesitate before plunging his cock into me. It felt so good. It was exactly what I had needed, to be filled so deeply. He began to fuck me then, pounding into me, shedding god knows how many years of pent up frustrations. He was brutal and showed no restraint. I pressed myself tighter against the window, squeezing and stroking my clit while he ground into me, hitting me so hard and deep with his cock that the pleasure turned to pain and back again, the line blurring so beautifully.
I buried my face in my shoulder as my orgasm exploded around him again and again. I bucked against him, tremors of pleasure coursing through my body in what seemed like never ending waves and with one last, hard thrust, he came. We stayed like that, locked together through the window, for several minutes until we had both caught our breath.
Finally, I stood up and put on my coat. I heard him zipping his pants. We stepped out of our separate sides of the confessional and he took my hand and squeezed it quickly.
"Go with God." I heard him whisper as I walked away.
Find the audio at: http://evaamoretales.tumblr.com/post/52826480868/go-with-god-find-the-original-story-at
No comments:
Post a Comment