Confession (3)

Father Julian’s POV

I woke up on Friday morning with a skip in my step. I went through my routine humming hymns, a delightful smile on my face. I had taken great care in preparing my robe that day for confession. I sat in the booth, only half-listening to the others ramble about the sins they had committed since their last confession, while I waited to hear that one voice.

It was an average day, to be honest. Someone confessed to lusting over his brother’s wife; another lady had conceived the thought of killing her husband over life insurance fraud. Just the same old, boring sins.

The time stipulated for confession was drawing to an end, and I had almost given up on hearing that sweet voice, when the wind carried her vanilla scent across the room.

I sat upright.

“Hello, Daddy!” she greeted excitedly.

I could imagine the big smile on her face. I dramatically cleared my throat to hide the excitement in my voice.

“It’s Father…”

“Something tells me you like it when I call you Daddy…”

I went silent. Maybe I should deny it, I thought, but somehow I felt daring today. I hadn't a care in the world. There was no rosary to ground me, nothing to bring me back to my senses.

“Hmm…”

“So Daddy it is!” she exclaimed. “So, where did we stop?” she asked, as if this were a soap opera.

“Hello, Candy.”

She mumbled through the prayers, exchanging "Father" for "Daddy." I should have corrected her, but quite frankly, I wanted to skip the unnecessary formalities and get to the best part. Her confession.

“A lot has happened this past week. Many really sinful things, Daddy. It would make your whole face turn red. The men really do get nastier, and I get sluttier…”

I shifted in my seat.

“But of all the things that happened, only one of them has lingered on my mind.”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I had spent all the days leading to Friday wondering if she had recognized me at the club. It had taken a long time and a lot of thinking to reach the conclusion that she couldn't have. Candy was a highly sought-after woman; I couldn’t possibly be the only man who had come to see her. She had a charm that lured every man. I couldn’t possibly matter that much to her... could I?

I had brushed the thought away while I nursed a new idea: I could encourage Candy to always come to confession so I could hear her talk, and as often as possible, I would sneak out to Sin’s Delight to see her. She never had to know we were one and the same.

“What is it, Sister Candy?”

There was a small pause. “It was a dance I had with a patron on Saturday night.”

All the alarms in my head went off. It couldn’t possibly be me.

“I was just about to do my set. It was a short one, I wasn’t really feeling up to it that night, and then I saw him sitting in the crowd. I didn’t realize at first what drew me to him…”

I sat impossibly still, scared that if I moved an inch, I would give myself away.

“Later, I knew why. In the crowd of men with lust-filled eyes, hollering at the women, he was silent. His eyes followed me the whole time. He looked really cute and innocent…” she giggled. “He seemed oddly out of place, like it was his first time there.”

I had to say something. “Do you typically notice all your patrons?”

“No, not always. Sometimes they stick out, and he did. I could bet anything it was his first time at a strip club, or any kind of club for that matter.”

“Hmm. What sin did you commit?”

“I lied,” she said with a chuckle. “I mean, among other things, of course. I told him the private dance was on the house, but it wasn’t really. I did it because I wanted to.”

My back turned rigid. The delusional part of my mind kept telling me she couldn’t possibly be recounting our encounter. It had to be someone else, right? There was a high chance she had offered a private dance to another man, claiming it was on the house even if it wasn't. Right?

“My body reacted instantly. My nipples turned hard; my pussy was soaking wet…”

“Language, Candy,” I interjected in a strained voice.

“What would you have me call it? Vagina?”

I coughed.

“Cat? Kitty cat?”

I didn’t answer.

“Kitty cat it is! It was soaking wet. When I took off my panties later that day, my wetness was everywhere.”

I adjusted my leg in the cramped room to make room for the growing bulge in my pants.

“Oh, you should have seen how hard he was when I got into my dance, Daddy. I touched him, I typically don’t, but it was tempting. He was so huge, Daddy…”

The tips of my ears burned hot. I let out a huge exhale as I reached underneath my robe to stroke myself through my pants.

“When I touched him, I thought about having his cock inside my kitty cat…” She giggled again. “Kitty cat is such a ridiculous name, Daddy. I thought about his hard cock fucking my juicy, wet pussy. I would have fucked him if he hadn’t run off.”

I froze mid-stroke. This was clearly about me, which left only one question: did she know?

“Did you know this man, Candy?”

There was a slight hesitation. “No.”

I sighed in relief. “Why did you have such a strong feeling toward this man you do not know?”

“I don’t know, Daddy. I guess that’s why I am here–to confess my sins. Maybe I can get some understanding. Maybe I can get some light,” she answered. “Oh, Father, the thoughts I had about this man... they were really, really dirty. I took off my bra and showed off my tits to him. He seemed to really like it. His eyes glazed over; I was going to bury his face in them until he was out of breath…”

I sucked in a deep breath. I didn’t know when it happened, but my zipper had come undone and I had slipped my hand inside my briefs. Caution had been blown completely to the wind. I didn’t care where I was, or that I had returned to a habit I’d struggled to let go of for years. All I knew was that I was painfully hard and I had to rub one off to Candy telling me, in that sweet voice, all the naughty things she wanted to do to me. At least it would help with the disappointment of running before she could do them.

“And then I was going to suck his cock. I really like big cocks, Daddy. I hadn’t seen his yet, but I knew it was big. I would have sucked him while I fingered my wet pussy.”

A low grunt slipped out of my mouth as my strokes became faster.

“Are you okay, Daddy?” she asked, concern in her voice.

I took a moment to catch my breath. “Yes.”

And then she rambled on. She was going to make me cum all over her breasts and then let me lick it off. She really liked having her breasts sucked on. She was going to "feed me her breasts", those were her exact words.

Meanwhile, I sat with my legs outstretched, my robe pulled up, and my dick out. I rubbed my pre-cum over the head, but it wasn’t enough lubrication. Without a second thought, I grabbed the jar of holy oil I had carried with me to bless, uncorked it with one hand, and poured it directly over myself. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Candy didn’t stop talking.

I came hard into my hands right as she described how fast she was going to ride me. My breathing was ragged, my head completely disoriented, when I finally asked, “Are you done confessing your sins for the week, Candy?”

“Yes, Daddy. But there’s one left.”

“What is it?”

Silence followed. My heart pounded against my ribs.

“I lied to you, Daddy. I knew exactly who that man was.”