Bless Me, Father, I Have Sinned (3)

~ Tannie ~

"Kneel down," Father Edmund commanded, his deep voice filled the tiny booth. "Kneel and repent for what you've done."

He didn't wait for me to answer. He started slowly stroking his thick c*ck right in front of my face.

The authority in his voice sent a ticklish heat straight to my core. For the first time in my life, I actually did what a man told me to do without talking back.

I slid off the hard bench and dropped to my knees on the cold floor of the booth, my long skirt bunching around me.

"Is this my punishment, Father?" I whispered breathlessly, my eyes completely locked onto his throbbing length.

"Yes," he growled, his breathing turning shallow as his hand pumped against his shaft. "This is your punishment."

Without a single second of warning, his massive hand fist-gripped my hair. He yanked my head back sharply, forcing my mouth wide open, and slapped the heavy, hot head of his cock right against my lips.

Oh my fuck, this is actually happening...

"I've taken a vow of celibacy," he muttered as he stared down at me. "I haven't touched a woman in fifteen years. This... this isn't sex. This is cleansing the sin out of you."

He was clearly lying to himself, the guilt flashing in his eyes as he hesitated for a split second, looking like he might actually back out.

But I wasn't going to let him stop now.

Before he could pull away, I leaned forward and wrapped my tongue around the underside of his shaft, licking a long, wet trail right up to the tip.

He let out a loud groan. The last bit of his control completely snapped.

He didn't hesitate anymore. His grip on my hair tightened, using it like a handle to lock my head in place as he forcefully thrust his cock deep into my mouth.

It started slow for only a split second before turning brutally rough. He drove himself straight down my throat, hitting the back of it. I gasped, but there was no air—only the length of him gagging me.

Every time he buried himself to the base, my lips stretched tightly around his thick shaft, sealing around him as the veins on his cock dragged heavily against the roof of my mouth.

He started face-fucking me with a ruthless, animalistic speed. My mouth swirled and squeezed around him with every hard thrust, slick with saliva and pre-cum as he rammed himself in and out.

"Fifteen years of keeping this inside... and it takes a dirty girl like you to wring it out of me," he groaned, his breath coming out shaky. ​"Fuck, take it all, Tannie. Open that filthy mouth wide and swallow your penance."

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, my throat clamping down in a tight reflex, but he just used the tight grip on my hair to slam my face right back onto him.

He didn't move, he just buried himself in my throat and I gurgled, pushing at his thighs and trying to pull away, desperate to get some air. I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks and I felt like I was gonna die.

Then he pulled out.

But he didn't give me a single second to breathe. His hips snapped forward again, forcing me to take every single inch. I was choking, making pathetic, muffled gagging sounds against him while my p*ssy flooded with wetness.

The dominance of how he was using my mouth, pulling my head back just enough to let me catch a breath before burying himself deep again, was messing with my head.

"You're going to take every drop of my c*m, and you're going to thank me for it," he growled, pulling at my hair upwards to force me to kneel properly.

Hearing those incredibly dirty words come straight from a priest’s mouth shocked me, another wave of heat crashed down into my p*ssy, leaving me entirely soaked.

The contrast of his holy status and his filthy mouth turned me on more than anything ever had.

He slammed his hips forward in a final rhythm, burying himself to the back of my throat. My eyes went wide as I choked, my hands weakly gripping his thighs.

Suddenly, his entire body stiffened. He let out a loud groan as his c*ck pulsed violently inside my mouth.

Thick, hot streams of c*m hit the back of my throat. My instincts screamed at me to spit, but his hand stayed locked in my hair, forcing me to swallow every single drop of his release.

When he finally pulled out, his grip relaxed and I instantly slumped down onto the cold floor of the booth. I coughed, wiping the saliva and s*men from my lips as I desperately sucked air back into my burning lungs.

I looked up from the floor. Father Edmund was standing over me, chest heaving violently as he ran a trembling hand through his messy dark hair.

The lust was clearing from his eyes, replaced by a sudden horror. He stared down at his dripping c*ck, then at me on the floor, his broken vows slamming into him all at once. He looked like he was about to panic.

I wasn't about to let him regret it. I liked him ruined, and I wanted more.

"Hey," I whispered, my voice so sultry that distracted him from his thoughts. "Do you want to see my p*ssy, Father? Want to see how I play with myself?"

Before he could answer or back away, I moved fast. I pulled myself up to sit on the bench, swinging my legs up. I reached up and aggressively popped the buttons of my white polo shirt, pulling it wide open to expose my bare breasts, my n*pples hard and straining.

At the same time, I bunched my dark skirt up around my waist.

I locked my eyes on his face to watch his reaction. It was instant. His breath hitched in his throat, his gaze snapping down to my body like a starving man.

"Look at how wet I am because of you," I bit my lower lip, using my hands to spread my legs as wide as possible, giving him a perfect view of my dripping p*ssy.

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes.

"I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up."

He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

"God forgive me..." he muttered, a panicked prayer slipping through his teeth.

He gave in.

With a thud, he dropped to his knees right on the floor between my spread thighs. He looked utterly defeated by his own hunger.

"Don't worry about Him," I whispered, a wicked smile pulling at my lips as I tilted my hips forward, pressing my dripping wetness right against his mouth. "There's no salvation in here. Just you, me, and the sin you're about to swallow. Now open your mouth and eat me."