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You loved your holy sessions with the preacher. Even if it was sinful, you didn't care cause the father blessed you with his love. This night, he wanted to do paperwork, but you weren't there to help file. You were there to give his needy unused cock attention under the desk while he signed and spoke to other Preachers from around the city.
You had your hand between your legs, rubbing and grinding into it for pleasure; while The Father's cock was 4 piercings deep in your throat. The four other men in the room, chatted along about God and confessions. You didn't care much besides making your savior cum. You pulled away from his cock, teasing the tip, you wanted him to get blue balled. It'd make him so much more ready to abuse your cock-virgin pussy. You loved how he'd subtly adjust his hips, trying to make more friction. You continued on, lazily licking and stroking.
You didn't realize the other men left until the Father was pulling you from under the desk and set you against his desk, face heating at the cool of the wood. "You've been bad lamb. Time for you to learn." There was silence for only a moment, then the sting of a slap to your ass made you moan out. Another one came harder on your cheek, then another. You felt your thighs get wet, the Father began rubbing your tender red ass. "You learn your lesson?" He asks, "Yes Father!" You moan out, grinding into his touch as he began rubbing his hand against your wet cunt.
"Please Sir. I need you. Take me." You moan out, loving his touch. "Good lamb, I will, I'll take you so well."
You got to church earlier, and you haven't allowed yourself to cum in a week, hoping the father would take you and make you cum himself.
This time you were wearing a white top that you can see your lacy purple bra in and a pair of blue jeans that hugged your ass nicely. "Hello, Father, would you like any help today." You quirk, his startled eyes making you blush. "It is but a few hours till service. I think there is something you can help me with." He smiles and beckons for you to follow. You never thought that The Father would have you on your knees with your face pressed into the freshly vacuumed carpet. His cock was rubbing against you, teasing himself on your slick folds. Each time he hit your sensitive clit with his tip, you moaned.
His pants and murmurs of your pussy feeling amazing, made you want his cock inside of you more. His pace quickened a little, his cum shooting onto your clit, your lower stomach, and the floor beneath you. You moan as you feel his fingers swirl his cum on your clit, "Oh yes Father, please, I want to cum." He laughs at your desperate plea, "Yes my little lamb. Cum for me." You moan loudly, your pent-up orgasm crashing into you like a train. He smacks your ass and pulls you up so you can get dressed.
"Next time, I'll make your pretty pussy quiver around my cock. Now let's go."
You sat in the opposite booth, waiting for Father to tell you to confess your sins. Your oh-so-nasty sins.
The thoughts of the Father spanking you with a wooden cross, making you recite verses in The Bible, making you restart every time your pathetic voice waivered or you cried out begging him to stop.
"Begin your confession, the Holy Lord is with you child."
"Yes God. I mean Father." You begin to reach the hem of your best Sunday dress, a pastel pink with baby's breath on it, your pussy's heat making it unbearable. "I've been having very sinful thoughts, Father." You sigh, dipping your fingers into your heat, "About us. How it'd feel to be yours." You move two digits in and out of you, making sure The Father can hear just how wet you are for him.
"The Lord forgives you. I forgive you, my dear child." The Father puffs out, if you listened hard enough you can hear the subtle movement of pants being unzipped. "Tell me, what these thoughts are like, my child." He asks dearingly.
"I touch myself to the thoughts of you touching me and taking me like God says only married folk do. I dream of your cocks taste. I get soaked just being in congregation with you, I love how you have me in a chokehold. You're like my own personal God." You pause, allowing your clit to relax from a pending orgasm. You can hear The Father breathing heavily, "Father, let me help you." You plead. "Yes child, you will help your God." he responds.
His cock appears through a hidden hole, and to your surprise, his pale cock is pierced, 6 balls, A Jacob's ladder? You can see the precum leaking and the leftover saliva he left from listening to you.
You hum, you take his cock in your hand, has to be at least 7 1/2 inches, maybe bigger. You lick his tip and his cock bucks in your hand, you put his tip in your mouth and swirl your eager tongue around it; making him pant and moan.
"Yes, that feels amazing, my child." The Father rolls his hips, in turn, his cock in your hands. You decide to push your limits by taking his cock slowly down your throat, counting each piercing that passes your smeared lips. Your pussy was aching for touch but you wouldn't allow yourself to. Bobbing your head, you moan and gag around his cock, loving the salty taste.
The Father moans at your movements, loving how your pretty throat wrapped tightly around his cock. You've been so taunting lately, the cute dresses, not wearing bras, the way your pretty eyes watch his every move. That's right, He's your God. Your only God.
He cums at those thoughts, loving the way you gag to swallow every drop. You even suck till he's soft in your mouth taking every drop.
As he pulls away, you ask for a more fruitful time the next time you both are alone. All you get back as an answer is "Maybe, My pet."
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A priest jerking themself off feverishly while suckling and mouthing their crucifix. Clutching the rosary around their neck and begging for God to save them, which soon turns into begging for God to let them cum…