Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories

BLESS ME, FATHER… FOR I HAVE SINNED (I)

BLESS ME, FATHER… FOR I HAVE SINNED

Chapter 1

I knelt in the narrow confessional, my knees pressing into the wooden step. The air was thick with the scent of incense.

Flickering candles leaked through the lattice, casting a shadow across my sundress. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure Father Elias could hear it.

My yellow sundress felt too thin, the fabric already damp between my legs. My heart pounded so hard that I could literally hear it in my own ears. My n*****s were stiff against the cotton.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered, voice already trembling. “It has been one week since my last confession.”

Father Elias’s deep voice came through the lattice, calm but already guarded. “Speak your sins, my child.”

I closed my eyes and let the words spill out. At first, I kept them safe… impure thoughts and lustful desires. Then I heard his breathing change on the other side of the lattice. So, I grew bolder.

“I keep fantasizing about older men, Father. Strong, experienced hands pinning me down. Being f****d hard and deep until I can’t think straight.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “Men like you.”

Silence.

I slid my hand beneath the hem of my sundress. My panties were already damp. I pushed them aside and ran two fingers along my slick folds, biting my lips to hold back my moan.

“I’m touching myself right now, Father,” I breathed. “I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping p***y while I confess my sins to you.”

A sharp inhale came from his side of the booth. I smiled in the darkness as I slowly pushed one finger inside my tight heat, letting out a soft and needy moan.

“Child,” he warned, voice rough and strained, almost broken. “You must stop this at once.”

But I didn’t stop. I added a second finger, pumping slowly, the wet sounds clearly audible through the lattice.

“I wish it were you, Father,” I continued, my voice shaking with arousal. “I want your tongue on my c**t. I want your thick c**k stretching me open right here in this church. I want you to punish me for being such a dirty girl.”

I heard the rosary beads clatter to the floor, then the door to his side of the confessional slammed open.

My heart jumped. His door to my side flew open a second later.

Father Elias stood there, tall and imposing in his black cassock, eyes wild with lust and torment.

Before I could say a word, he grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the booth. The church was empty; just flickering candles and silent statues of saints that stared down at us in judgment.

He pushed me forward until my hips hit the front pew. “Forgive me,” he growled with a somewhat broken voice.

He dropped to his knees behind me, his rough hand yanked my sundress up to my waist, and ripped my soaked panties down my thighs in one violent motion.

Cool air kissed my dripping cunt for only a heartbeat before I gasped as his warm mouth covered my p***y from behind.

A desperate groan vibrated against my folds as he licked a long, starving stripe from my c**t to my entrance.

His tongue was relentless, licking long and hungry strokes through my wet folds, sucking my swollen c**t, and plunging deep inside me.

I gripped the back of the pew, moaning loudly as pleasure shot through me. His strong and masculine hand spread my thighs wider, holding me open while he devoured me like a man who had been starved for ages.

Maybe he was indeed starved.

“Father…oh my God,” I whimpered, pushing back against his face.

He groaned against my p***y, the vibration making my legs shake. I was already dripping down his chin but he didn’t care. He licked and sucked until my thighs trembled violently.

Then he stood up.

I heard the sound of his cassock zipper. A second later I felt the thick, hot head of his c**k throbbing against my soaked entrance. He was huge and veiny.

“Forgive me, Father,” he muttered, almost like a prayer. Then he thrust forward.

I cried out as he buried his entire thick length inside me in one stroke. The stretch burned so good. He filled me, deeper than anyone ever had.

He didn’t give me time to adjust and he started f*****g me hard, his hips slamming against my ass and the wet slap of skin echoing through the silent church.

“In nomine Patris…” he groaned between thrusts, voice hoarse. “Et Filii…”

Every prayer was punctuated by a deep punishing stroke. I moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet him, my breasts bouncing inside my dress.

“Et Spiritus Sancti,” he growled, gripping my hips tightly. “Forgive me… for this tight sinful cunt.”

His words made me clench around him as I reached between my legs and rubbed my c**t frantically while he pounded into me mercilessly.

The pressure in me built fast and was overwhelming. “I’m going to come, Father,” I gasped.

“Come,” he ordered, voice dark. “Come on my c**k like the dirty girl you are.”

My orgasm crashed through me violently. I cried out my body shaking and my p***y pulsing hard around his thick shaft.

Father Elias groaned loudly with one deep and final thrust and he came inside of me. I felt every hot spurt as he filled me, muttering broken Latin prayers against my neck while his c**k twitched.

We stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard in the quiet church. The smell of s*x and that of candle wax and incense with guilt and pleasure filled the air.

I turned my head slightly and looked over my shoulder. His forehead rested against my back and his eyes closed in torment.

He prayed about forgiveness but I couldn’t care less. “Same time next week, Father?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer right away. But when he finally pulled out of me, I felt his c*m slowly dripping out of my cunt and onto my thighs.

And he still didn’t say no.