Surrender To Sin: Erotica Collections

Use Me...Father Damien

(Avena's pov)

I was still shaking on the bench. My body felt hot and desperate after all the teasing. Tears were on my face. My p***y was dripping wet. Father Damien pulled the chain gently and helped me stand up. My legs were weak.

"Come with me, Sister Avena," he said. "It is time for your next lesson."

He led me slowly to the middle of the room. There were strong hooks hanging from the ceiling. He raised my arms high and tied my wrists with soft ropes. He pulled the ropes until I was standing on my toes.

My body was stretched tight. My breasts were pushed out. I felt very helpless. The collar around my neck felt heavier than before.

Father Damien stepped back and looked at my body. He picked up a leather flogger. It had many long soft tails. He ran the leather over my breasts slowly.

Then he moved it down my stomach and over my thighs. It felt soft at first. My skin was already sensitive from the teasing.

"You have been a very naughty nun," he said in a serious voice. "Sneaking down here at night. Breaking your holy vows. Now you will feel the sting of punishment for your sins."

He swung the flogger. The leather tails landed across my thighs with a loud sound. It stung sharply but the pain quickly turned warm. I gasped loudly.

"Count every strike, Sister," he ordered.

"One," I said in a shaky voice.

He hit me again on my other thigh. The sting was stronger this time.

"Two," I counted.

Father Damien continued. He flogged my breasts next. The leather tails kissed my hard n*****s. The feeling was sharp and made me moan. Pain and pleasure mixed together in a strange way.

My p***y got even wetter. He kept going. He hit my ass cheeks many times. Then my back and my thighs again. Each strike made my skin glow red and hot.

"Ten," I counted. My voice was getting weaker. My body was starting to burn.

He walked around me slowly. He flogged different parts of my body. Sometimes the tails brushed against my wet p***y. Every time that happened I jumped and moaned louder.

The pain was turning into something good. It made the pleasure between my legs much stronger.

"Look how your body reacts, Sister," he said. "Even punishment makes you wet. You are truly a sinful nun."

He hit my inner thighs close to my p***y. The leather tails sometimes touched my swollen c**t. I cried out every time.

My legs were shaking. I pulled on the ropes but I could not escape. The collar held tight around my neck.

"Please, Father," I begged after some time. "Please touch me. I need it so much."

He stopped flogging for a moment. He stepped close and pushed two fingers deep inside my dripping p***y. I moaned loudly. He moved his fingers in and out fast.

"You are soaking my hand, Sister," he said. "Such a dirty little nun. Your holy vows mean nothing now."

He fingered me hard while I was still tied up. The pleasure built very fast. I was close to cumming again. My moans filled the room.

"Please let me c*m, Master," I begged. "I took my flogging like a good girl."

He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I almost screamed in frustration. My body ached with need.

"Not yet," he said calmly. "You must earn your pleasure."

He picked up the flogger again. This time he hit me lighter but faster. The leather covered my whole body with quick stinging kisses. My skin became very sensitive.

Every nerve felt alive. I was moaning and crying at the same time. My ass and thighs burned hot. But my p***y was throbbing with desire.

After many more strikes he finally put the flogger down. I was breathing very hard.

My body was covered in light sweat. My skin was pink and glowing.I felt completely used but still hungry for more.

Father Damien stood in front of me. He opened his black trousers. His thick hard c**k came out. It looked big and heavy. The head was already wet.

He untied my wrists. I dropped to my knees right away. The chain on my collar pulled tight. My mouth was right in front of his c**k.

"Open your mouth, Sister," he ordered. "Show your priest how sorry you are for your sins."

I opened my mouth wide. He pushed his c**k between my lips. It was hot and thick. I sucked him eagerly.

I used my tongue to please him. Father Damien groaned and held my head. He pushed deeper into my throat.

"Good girl," he moaned. "Take your Reverend Father's c**k like the proper sinful nun you are."

He f****d my mouth for a long time. I gagged but I kept sucking. Saliva ran down my chin.

My eyes watered. But I loved serving him like this.

Finally he pulled out. His c**k was shiny and wet.

"Back on the bench," he said. "Ass up high. I am going to f**k you now."

I crawled to the bench and got into position. I pushed my red sore ass high in the air.

Father Damien stood behind me. He rubbed his thick c**k up and down my wet p***y lips.

"Are you ready to be claimed completely by your priest?" he asked.

"Yes, Father," I answered. "Please f**k me. Please take what is yours."

He pushed inside me in one slow deep thrust. I cried out. He was so big. He filled me completely. Then he started to f**k me hard.

His hips slapped against my sore red ass with every thrust. It hurt and felt good at the same time.

He reached around and rubbed my c**t while he pounded me. The pleasure came back stronger than ever.

This time he did not stop.

"c*m for me, Sister," he ordered. "c*m on your priest's c**k like the w***e of God you are."

My orgasm hit me like a big wave. I screamed loudly. My p***y squeezed around him again and again.

My whole body shook hard. It was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever felt.

Father Damien groaned loudly and kept f*****g me through my pleasure. He was not finished with me yet.