Sinner's Den : A steamy stories collection

01- LEAD ME INTO TEMPTATION

~Sirene~

I want to f**k my Parish Priest badly.

That was the only thought in my head as I sat in church, my eyes never leaving his face. A little devilish smile curled along the corners of my lips as I listened to the sermon of the resident priest of my parish.

Just like every other day, he was bent on bringing more souls to the kingdom, and declaring the Good news. I, on the other hand, was bent on bringing out that freakiness that I saw in him, and swallowing his c*m while he fills my mouth with his c**k. If only he knew my mission and how determined I was, he wouldn’t proclaim that all fornicators are bound to hell.

Father Peter Cyril, was the priest that I’ve had my eyes on for as long as I could remember. With black, roughened-up hair which always looked like he just woke up from sleep, and those smoldering grey eyes, he was just asking for trouble. Those weren’t the looks that a servant of the Almighty should have. Those looks were looks that sluts like me were after.

Every Sunday, I’d sit in front of the pew just to get a good look at him. My eyes are always trained on one place. Maybe it was just me, but I always feel like I could see the mappings of his c**k even through his Chasuble, and I swear to by all I know that whatever that was in there is huge.

The day the old priest who used to be in the parish left and Father Peter was introduced to us, I hadn’t been able to keep him out of my thoughts. That very day, our eyes had met. It was for the briefest second, but I was so sure that I saw a flicker of interest in them. It was as if in that little moment, he had forgotten about the vows of chastity that he took, and all he wanted to do was to rip my clothes and devour me.

Ever since then, he’s been in my dreams, in my imaginations. When I close my eyes and touch myself on cold, rainy nights, I imagine him whispering naughty things in my ears. I imagined him without the long, flowing robe that he always wore, and the orgasms that I’ve had just doing that are always mind-blowing. So, I seriously looked forward to when I’d be able to seduce him.

Yes, you read that correctly.

So far, he hasn’t fallen for any of my tricks, but I knew that one day…one faithful day, he will fall. One day, I will get to ride him into that heaven which he always talked about in his sermons, and be sure to bring him back to earth.

I exhaled shakily as my eyes dropped to his crotch. Even the garment did nothing to hide the shape of his length. I wondered how it would be when fully erect. Would I be able to fit everything in my mouth? I wondered how his c*m would taste. Would it taste holy like the unleavened bread he places on my tongue every Sunday during communion? I wondered if he would throw me across these pews and f**k the sin out of my life. I wondered how --

“Hey Sirene, I didn’t know you were in church.”

I glanced at the intruder who had interrupted my thoughts. It was Jayden, the church boy who wouldn’t leave me the f**k alone. It was irritating to me that Jayden wanted to hit but Father Peter was overlooking all of the deliciousness that I possessed.

“I’m here for a purpose, Jayden, and that purpose is certainly not you,” I replied crossly.

He laughed nervously and bowed his head apologetically when the other members on the pew looked at him like a nuisance. Seeking permission from the man seated next to me, he replaced him and lightly touched my thighs.

“Have you considered going out with me? I really want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you.”

I scoffed and turned, glaring at him, but making sure to keep my voice minimal. “You mean, you want to f**k me?”

I rolled my eyes when he glanced around him nervously, wanting to know if anyone had overhead what I said. “Come on, Jayden, I’m not a baby,” I continued, not minding the people around. “I’ve seen the way you look at me and I can say for sure that it isn’t in a brotherly-sisterly kinda way. You want to f**k me. And I can tell that you want to f**k me hard. But sorry, I’ve got my eyes on something bigger. You just won’t cut it for me.”

That was enough to send him skedaddling away from me. I’ve never had any form of feelings for men who want me. I mean, I’ve always known that I’m a catch. I have my curves in the right places, and I was blessed with a pretty face as well, so barely any man can resist me. Getting men at my beck and call was nothing to me. But those ones who think that they could resist me, or those ones who forbade having anything sinful as such, I found great pleasure in bringing them to their knees.

Maybe if I wasn’t set on having a taste of Father Peter, I might have considered Jayden. He wasn’t such a bad option. Or maybe, three can play the game…who knows?

“…and you should always remember that your body is the temple of God, and it should be kept holy…”

“Well, my body would become your temple soon enough, Father Peter, and you would be allowed to worship in it for as long as you want…whenever I want” I muttered, smiling slowly.

Our eyes locked at that moment, and I saw him faltering in his speech. He quickly looked away and continued his sermon.

Soon enough, it was time for the Holy Communion. I stood and joined the line. When it got to my turn, I stood before him, my eyes sweeping his face. I saw how he swallowed hard when he brought the bread to my lips. I opened my mouth, taking both the bread and his finger in. His gaze flicked to mine and I held it, slowly rolling my tongue around the tip of his finger. When I finally released his finger, he was red around his ears.

As I walked back to my seat, I made sure to swing my hips seductively, crossing my legs when I sat down. My plans for today had already been laid down. And soon, I was going to put it in full motion.

The Mass ended and he announced that he would be in the confessional for anyone who would want to confess their sins. I had a whole lot of sins that needed confessing, so I stayed behind.

I intentionally let every other person go before me just because I wanted to be the last. I wanted to be the only one alone with Father Peter. Soon, I was the only one left. I walked to the other side and sat on the small chair there.

“Bless me father for I have sinned. It’s been twelve months since my last confession.”

I watched as he made the sign of the cross, and then folded his hands back as a sign for me to continue.

“I do not have the words to convey what I’ve done. So, I think it would be better if you listened to the tracks of my sin instead,” I said, and slowly began to pull my dress up.