Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

BLESS ME, FATHER… FOR I HAVE SINNED. (II The End)

Chapter 2

I walked into the church the following Saturday wearing the shortest sundress I owned, red this time, and barely covering my ass. I wasn’t wearing any panties, nor was I wearing a bra.

My n*****s were already hard, rubbing against the thin fabric with every step. The heavy wooden door creaked shut behind me and the familiar scent of incense and candle wax hit my nose.

My p***y was already wet just thinking about what was coming. I could literally feel my juices trickle down my inner thighs with every step.

The risk of someone walking in, even though the church was supposed to be empty, only made me wetter. This was so beautifully and sinfully wrong.

Father Elias was already waiting.

He stood in front of the empty church, his cassock perfectly in place but his eyes burned the second they landed on me.

There was no hesitation or guilt this time, just raw and dark hunger.

I didn’t even make it to the confessional when he crossed the aisle in three long strides and grabbed my waist, pulling me straight towards the altar.

The marble was cold and smooth under my palm as he bent over it roughly, my cheeks pressed against the polished stone where the Eucharist usually sat.

“Last week I asked for forgiveness,” he said, his voice low and rough as he yanked my dress up again, like the last time, exposing my bare ass and my dripping p***y to the empty church.

“This week… I’m taking what God made for a man’s enjoyment.”

I shivered at his words. He dropped to his knees behind me, spread my legs wide, and buried his tongue deep inside my cunt without warning.

I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the vaulted ceiling. His mouth was greedy; sucking and f*****g me with his tongue while his nose pressed against my asshole.

He ate me like a starving animal, growling against my wet flesh.

“f**k, Father… yes,” I gasped, pushing back against his face.

He stood up suddenly, the sound of his zipper loud in silence. His thick, veiny c**k slapped against my ass cheek, already leaking.

He rubbed the swollen head up and down my c**t, coating himself in my juices. I whimpered, pushing back desperately, my body arching to be filled.

“God created this tight little cunt for this thick c**k,” he growled, pressing the tip against my entrance. “He made women wet and ready so that men could enjoy them, I’m done pretending otherwise.”

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every inch. I cried out, the stretch burning so perfectly. He felt even thicker than I remembered, stretching me open so deliciously.

He f****d me raw against the altar with deep and punishing strokes that made my t**s bounce and my moans break into sobs of pleasure.

“In nomine Patris,” he grunted, rutting into me harder. “et Filii… et Spiritus Sancti.” Each prayer was punctuated by a savage thrust. “This is divine pleasure, Sophia. Feel how perfectly your little p***y was meant to take my shaft.”

He reached around and rubbed my c**t in fast and circular motion. My legs shook as I came hard within minutes, screaming his title as I clenched around him greedily, milking his thick shaft.

But he didn’t stop.

He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the altar like I weighed nothing. My ass sat right where the holy cloth usually lay. He shoved my dress up to my neck exposing my t**s and pushed my thighs wide open.

“Suck it,” he ordered, fisting his glistening veiny length and bringing it to my lips. “Clean your sin off me.”

I opened my mouth eagerly and he pushed his c**k in deep, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, drool spilling down my chin as he f****d my face, one hand tangled in my hair.

“Holy Mary,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Pray for us sinners, especially those who love choking on a priest’s cock.”

Tears ran down my cheeks but I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around his veiny d**k, tasting myself mixed with his precum.

He pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his c**k.

He climbed onto the altar with me lying on my back. The marble was cold against my skin. He raised my legs over his shoulders and plunged back inside me in one smooth stroke.

This angle let me feel him deeper than ever; all the way in my stomach.

He f****d me like a possessed man with his hips snapping and balls slapping against my ass, the wet obscene sounds filling the entire church.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my t**s, he leaned down and sucked one n****e hard while pounding into me.

“You’re going to take every drop again,” he rasped against my skin. His breath was hot against my sweaty breasts, his teeth grazing my n*****s just enough to send sparks straight to my c**t.

I came the second time, screaming and my p***y gushing around his c**k. He didn’t slow down, rather he flipped me onto my stomach and took me from behind again. One hand fisting my hair and the other slapping my ass hard enough to leave red prints on it.

“Tell me you love being f****d in the house of God,” he demanded.

“I love it,” I moaned with my hoarse voice. “I love your c**k, Father, Please… fill me.”

He growled and yanked me up, carrying me towards the confessional. He sat on the small bench inside the open booth and pulled me onto his lap, facing him.

I sank into his c**k in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt.

“Ride me,” he ordered. “Ride the c**k that’s going to breed you right here in God’s house.”

I braced my hands on his shoulders and rode him hard, bouncing up and down. My t**s jiggling with every movement.

He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too.

We were completely exposed in the middle of the church.

He reached between us and rubbed my c**t furiously.

“Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.”

I shattered for the third time, my p***y convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

Thick and hot ropes of c*m flooded my insides, pulse after pulse, filling my insides until I started leaking around him.

He held me there, still buried there, both of us breathing heavily.

“No more guilt,” he whispered. “This is what we were made for. A man and a woman. c**k and Cunt.”

I smiled still trembling, feeling his c*m slowly dripping down my thighs.

“Next week?” I whispered.

Father Elias kissed my throat and lips, slow and possessive.

“Every week,” he said. “Maybe one day… I’ll f**k you right on the main altar while the candles burn for us.”

I shivered at the promise, his c*m still leaking slowly down my thighs as I clung to him.