The Sinner and the Priest by Divine Kay

Bless me Father for I have sinned. It's been two days since my last confession.

Yes, my child?

Father, I have broken two of the Holy Commandments.

Which ones?

Number ten and number seven.

You are having an affair?

Yes Father. I am sleeping with a married man.

But my child, what has led you astray from you obligations as a Christian and as a woman?

Father, it's his lips, his mind, his touch, his prose, his emotions, and his dick. Father, it's everything about him.

How long has this been going on?

Since last night.

Well then, it is time to end it my child, before anyone gets hurt.

End it? Father, are you insane? I haven't felt alive in years, not physically, emotionally or spiritually. You are asking me to give up that?

How can this sinfulness awaken your spirituality?

Father I will give you an example. Last night I walked into his vacant house. I looked into his eyes and pleaded with him to touch me, in my mind of course, and he obeyed. He put his hand on the side of my face and kissed my lips slowly at first, then a little more aggressively. I asked him to place his hand on my breast with no audible word, and he did. I felt my right nipple get hard, it stung needing more attention than what my blouse would allow. Once again, he hard my silent plea. He ripped my blouse open sending buttons flying all over the foyer. He licked his lips as he stared at my breasts through the sheerness of my bra. Each nipple was at attention, waiting for his command.

He cupped both breasts and kissed me hard, pushing me back against the front door, letting me feel his erection straining against his jeans, letting me know how much he wanted me. With a quick flick of the wrist my bra was dangling from my shoulders then onto the parquet floor. He teased each nipple with his tongue. Circular slithers back and forth until I was pulling his hair. But still he concentrated on this part of my body while he now held my arms against the doorframe. He bit the left nipple and I felt the shock all the way down to my clit.

And I prayed. Father I prayed to God that he wouldn't torture me anymore. God heard my prayers. He traced his tongue down my stomach as he sank to his knees. He buried his head in my crotch, prodding with his nose, making me beg. He unbuttoned the skirt and it slid to my ankles revealing the garter belt and stockings and no panties. He smiled. He kept his hands kneading my breasts as he kissed my naval, rubbing circles around it with his tongue until I giggled.

I wanted him to taste me. I wanted him to know the wetness my body produced due to him. Without a moment's hesitation he ran his tongue to the top of my hairless mound, plucking the tender skin with his teeth. He took his hands from my breasts and ran each one up the inside of a stockinged leg. From the anklebone, all the way up where he stopped. He spread my legs wider as he put his head between them kissing the inside of each thigh. He ran his tongue between the lips of my pussy. The heat stung as I pleaded to God to give me more. Once again, God listened.

He sucked on my clit driving me crazy while his index and middle fingers sought, found and conquered my orgasm spot, sending me into near convulsions. I moaned, I screamed, I panted. My legs might have buckled from all the energy his mouth was draining from my body, but he kept me standing with his free arm.

When I knew I couldn't take anymore, I begged God to make him stop, and at that moment, I came. It was a huge burst of heated juices pouring out from my body. He stayed on his knees, drinking it all up. He looked up at me, licking the dribble off his chin, smiling.

You see Father, God listens to me now. Everything I asked Him to do last night He did.

Woman, are you finished confessing your sins?

Oh no Father, I must confess about breaking Commandment number seven.

Go on Woman.

After I was able to regain my senses, I pulled his shirt from its neatly tucked position in his pants. I pulled it over his head to reveal his muscular, lean chest. At this moment Father, I thanked God. I thanked Him for bringing this beautiful creature into my life, even if for only a brief moment. He took my pause as hesitation; he asked if everything was okay. I told him to shut up and stand. He obeyed and I pushed him back until his heels touched the bottom step of the staircase.

I kissed him, hard on the mouth, biting his bottom lip until he flinched in pain. When I saw the trickle of blood appear I smiled. I licked it away with my tongue and sucked the wound numb, all the while unbuckling the belt on his jeans.

Once I got the zipper down I put my hand in his pants and felt his hard cock. I knew I was in control and I like it. Is that a sin Father?

What? Enjoying the domination of another?

Woman, I believe that is the least of your worries. Please continue.

I clasped my fingers around its shaft and pulled its enormity out of its restraints. I stroked it while I watched his face. His eyes rolled back in his head and he licked his lips like he was about to devour a steak. I wanted him to beg me. As his groans multiplied in sound and number I knew he was ready to release his semen - I stopped.

He looked at me pleadingly and I laughed. Before he could say anything I covered his mouth with mine and thrust my tongue deep into his throat. My hands worked their way up through the hair on his chest until I found his nipples. I brought my head to their level. I kissed each one, teased them with the tip of my tongue, nibbled on them with my teeth. When he grunted I moved on.

I traced his muscles with my tongue until I met to top of his dark fur surrounding the still enormous dick. I twirled the hair with my fingers. I flicked the head of his dick with my tongue. The bitterness I tasted told me he wouldn't last long. As I took his entire shaft into my mount and sucked it as if it was a Popsicle, I pulled his pants down to his ankles. When I felt him swell inside my throat I pulled back. I looked up at him and pushed him backwards. He caught himself with his hands before landing on the stairs. I knew I couldn't fuck him right then or he would come right as he entered my aching pussy. I had to make him wait.

I sat back on the cold floor and propped myself up on my elbow. I stared him straight in the eyes. I opened my legs wide revealing the swollen pink flesh they'd hidden. I could see by the look on his face he was puzzled. I took my right index finger and placed it in my mouth. I withdrew it slowly, tauntingly, watching him lick the drool from the corner of his mouth. I slid the wet finger between my breasts, down to my naval and on top of my clit. I massaged it, played with it until I felt my head begin to spin. I let the finger drop lower and it easily slid into the proper hole. It immediately found its familiar resting spot and I stroked it. I forced myself to keep my eyes open so I could watch him. I think this act aroused him more than anything else from last night. I fucked my finger until I came. As the milky white liquid seeped between my legs onto the floor I continued to slide my finger around, rubbing myself to another orgasm, screaming his name and thanking Jesus for the sinful act of masturbation and raw sex. I removed my finger and crawled to him. I rubbed the wet thick come on his lips. I kissed him.

I strattled him and put his hard dick into my wanting, aching pussy. And I fucked him.

She said no more.

That's it? You're going to end this confessional with you fucked him?

Father, there are no adjectives to explain the experience. I mounted him and I rode him. I rode him like I have read in books. I rode him like I have seen in movies. I rode him like I have in my dreams. Father I fucked his brains out.

And for these sins, are you sorry Woman?

No Father, I am not sorry, and this sin I also confess. If it were possible I would go ahead and confess that I will do the same with him tonight. Now for my penance Father?

My child, you have sinned greatly. Not only have you sinned against our God and Savior, but also you have sinned against this man's wife, yourself and this Church. Your penance, Woman, will be ten lashings. Now bend over and raise your skirt. Show me your buttocks with the same lack of shame as you did last night.

She did so and she revealed a smooth white ass, free of panties, begging for his hand to spank it.

He did so. Five hard swats to each cheek, reddening the tender flesh to a rosy glow.

Now my child, I am going to fuck you like the animal you are.

She smiled as she felt his hard cock drive deep into her wet cunt as she dug her nails into the floor.

If this is what it takes to get him to fuck me like any other man on this planet would, then I will play the sinful Catholic girl every day.

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