With the priest at confession

I am a young woman of 30, with a fairly good body. I want to tell you a story that actually happened. A few years ago I graduated from college, and had some problems, to feel better I attended church. There I met a priest, a man of 55, not very tall, of average build, but very intelligent and reserved. From the very first moment I saw him, every time I entered the church, I felt anxiety, excitement, then I began to feel something unusual and strong for him, especially when he looked at me with his deep, intense gaze. I wanted to figure out what this could

mean.

One time I decided to talk to him. We got acquainted and started communicating by phone, and I told him that my body felt a strong attraction to the priest. He scheduled a private meeting with me. I thought he was joking, but the tone of his voice, on the other hand, was absolutely serious, I was excited and full of expectations.

I arrived at the church on the day of the meeting at the time he had appointed. When I got there and entered, the sound of my heels on the floor intensified, spreading around. Near the altar stood two old women. He was leaning towards them, whispering prayers. There was an atmosphere of peace and tranquility. And I felt so out of place there, so blasphemous. I was bringing sin into the house of the Lord, imagining lust where he preached chastity, marriage, faith, and purity of body and mind, I crossed the threshold overflowing with the filthiest thoughts, temptations, sinful desires. A winter coat covered me completely, my neck was protected by a scarf. He definitely thought about modest and simple clothing.

I walked down the aisle in silence, looking at Christ on the cross, made of wood, high above the altar. I looked around. There was no sign of him. I went to the confessional and was locked inside. On the other side, there was no one, absolute silence.

My heart was jumping out of my chest, and I was shaken by a tremor throughout my body, not so much from the cold, but from excitement. I was in the grip of anxious anticipation, as I was an indecisive person when it came to putting erotic fantasies into practice. Everything had to be as he planned, the beautiful voice on the phone explained everything clearly.

Suddenly I heard the clear sound of the door behind the partition opening. A shadow ran past the confessional grille.

Someone sat down and carefully closed the door behind them.

— You must not see me, understand?" he said to me firmly.

I nodded my head, holding my breath.

— You just have to do everything I tell you.

I nodded again, barely breathing, very nervous.

He sighed contentedly.

— You are very beautiful, there is something inside you, and I want to understand you," and he asked me if I had ever thought about him in the last few months, I was puzzled, but it was true, and I said yes.

— Now open your coat very slowly, but don't take it off.

I took the first button, covered by light lace gloves, and decisively but slowly pulled it out of the buttonhole.

I stroked the heavy fabric of the coat, adjusting it, and unbuttoned the second one. Did the same with the third and fourth. And then, seductively, flung open the coat so he could see my body.

He admired my clothing. I was wearing tight jeans with a tight pink sweater, a black bra, and beautiful little sheer thongs.

His breathing became labored, sometimes interrupted. He was losing his head.

— Well done. You were truly magnificent. And did everything as I wanted," he whispered.

I heard the sound of his hand masturbating.

— Now put your coat on, go out and come in here, where I am.

I didn't need to be told twice.

I put on the thick, stiff coat and went to him. The old women had vanished, we were alone now. Even better.

I opened the door and saw him. He was completely naked, clothes thrown on the ground, holding his huge cock in his hand. I wanted to start fucking immediately. My nipples were swollen, I was in a state of great excitement and could no longer control myself, he squeezed and lifted them. I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming.

But he had something else in mind. I closed the door tightly.

He stood up, came over, stroked my hair, stood behind me when I sat there, and ran his hand over my head, then slowly, slowly lowered his hand to my neck, caressing my soft and elastic skin,

whispered to me:

— What do you feel?

And I told the father that I felt warmth and relaxation. He raised my arms and slowly took off my sweater. Only my bra remained on me. My arousal was so obvious that you could see my swollen nipples through the sheer bra. He began to touch my thighs, my vagina was vibrating with excitement and soon I felt my wet thongs and the entire crotch area. I was so excited.

— Now stand opposite me and turn around, spread your legs and put your hands on the chair." As I was doing this, he was unbuttoning the jeans I was wearing, with great excitement, and I remained in a position where my entire ass was visible. The room was narrow and my position very uncomfortable, but the thought that my wet pussy and ass were completely open to his gaze made me soak profusely. He noticed this and smirked.

— You are such a slut, a thirsty bitch. You want to fuck, don't you? Would you like to get my hard cock? Say it.

I hesitated, not knowing if he really meant what he was saying or was just insulting me.

— Say it!" he ordered me.

— Yes, it's true, I want your cock," I exclaimed impatiently.

— You like it, right, would you like to suck it?

I nodded.

— Yes, yes, I would like to.

— Go on, tell me what you would like to do with my cock in your mouth, describe it. Speak, you little whore.

My breathing was heavy and ragged. I was aroused to death.

— I would like to take it in my mouth, so it penetrates me all the way to my throat. And lick it all over, suck it. I would like to place my tongue on the tip of your cock, kiss and tease the head. I would like to hear it fill my entire mouth with its thickness, feel it whole. Hold it in my hand and lick your swollen and hot balls.

His hand was arousing his cock more and more, he was ready to cum when he came up behind me, made me stand and began to touch my neck, kiss it, at the same time lick it, took off my bra and moved along my neck, kissing and descending to my chest. I liked it insanely, it was so sweet, but I felt it could be dangerous...

Making me stand on a small wooden table with my legs spread wide open, He took off my thongs, began to lick my pussy all wet, I was in ecstasy, after about 10 minutes he stood up and slid his beautiful hard cock into my pussy very slowly and deeply. Then he lifted me, turned me around and told me to lift one leg onto the table. I mentally thanked the years of aerobics classes. He inserted his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me, touching my hips with his hands and stimulating my anus with wave-like movements, I was now his bitch.

— Well done, keep it up, relax, you said you like it?" I replied that I did, very much, my father, keep going, don't stop,

he said:

— This pussy is still young and inexperienced. It needs a big cock to stretch it." He turned me around again, spread my thighs and lowered himself between my legs.

I felt his wet and fresh tongue touch my pussy, licking my juice.

— What a beautiful taste," he told me, starting to insert a finger as well, and when he removed it, I heard a strange noise, like suction, which brought me to incredible arousal.

— Then he inserted a finger into the pussy, wet it well, and then, shoved it into my ass.

— This little hole is still virgin. It needs to be done smoothly, doesn't it?" He said in a persuasive voice, the kind usually used with children.

One by one, he placed each finger in my little ass, then did the same with Vaseline. After finishing, he told me to stay still.

He brought his face close to my ass, I felt his breath hot and moist on my skin. Then he inserted his tongue and slipped it into the small opening.

I let out a moan of pleasure, hoping no one heard, and began to move my pelvis to help him. I felt very intense pleasure. Not satisfied, he, without warning, inserted several fingers at once into my pussy and began to stimulate my clitoris.

I felt the fingers in my pussy making noise, saturating themselves with my hot nectar. He increased the pace, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper.

I could no longer control myself, moaning, wanting only for him to continue.

He pushed his tongue deeper into my little hole and at that moment my juice poured out abundantly and I felt it running down my thighs.

I was all wet. But I was not completely satisfied, having received unearthly bliss, I wanted to get it again.

— Lean against the door and stand on your feet.

I stood in that position, and put my foot on the opposite wall.

He stood up, holding his hard cock in his hand, inserted it sharply into the small slit of my pussy. It was so magnificent, when he took me that way he hurt me a lot, but I liked that sweet pain. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper, making me feel it all, filling the walls of my pussy. He was huge, and incredibly hard.

I took his cock in my hand and began to squeeze it hard in my palm.

— You like it, bitch, don't you? You like feeling my cock in your pussy, admit it.

I was unable to agree.

— Yes, yes, yes, I like it very much, more!" I moaned, non-stop.

He began to thrust harder and faster, while our genitals made a noise colliding with each other.

His strong hands grabbed me and squeezed my buttocks, and it drove me crazy with pleasure.

He propped me against the wall, and I pushed my pelvis towards him so he could feel me better. He entered me with more force and began to fuck at a fast pace, emitting moans of pleasure.

I felt he was going to cum, and indeed, a moment later he pulled out of me, began to masturbate a little so as not to lose his erection, demanded that I immediately get on my knees. When he was ready again, he took his cock in his hands and aimed the stream at me, spraying it between my breasts, into my mouth, on my face. His stream was hot, boiling. I swallowed greedily, lustfully, trying not to lose a drop.

After gathering it from my mouth, hands, and all over my body, knowing he would like it, I took him in my mouth, surrounded the shaft with my lips, cleaning the remnants well with my tongue along its entire length and began to suck. His cock immediately became hard again.

He took my hair with both hands, holding it tightly so I couldn't move. Then he began to make strong thrusts into my mouth, fucking it, pushing his huge cock into my throat. The sharp movements made me choke and gag several times, but then I got used to it and helped him. He pushed my head towards his shaft to push it even deeper.

He began to gasp loudly in intense arousal.

— Aaaaa, yes, yes, slut, swallow, swallow you bitch, feel it flowing out. More, swallow it more, more. Yes, yes, I'm cumming, cumming!" he shouted in ecstasy.

A moment later another stream of hot semen flooded my mouth.

There was so much of it that it ran down the corners of my lips. I swallowed, enjoying the taste, savoring it. I bent down to collect what had fallen on the floor.

He sat down completely exhausted, catching his breath.

We got dressed in five minutes. I went out first, so as not to arouse suspicion in case someone was there. Fortunately, the church was empty. If there had been someone, they could easily have heard our cries of pleasure and moans. Strangely, this idea excited me and made my pussy throb.

But I knew that for this day, I had already had enough.

After a while he came out. We didn't say anything to each other, just exchanged understanding glances. I turned and walked towards the exit.