ログインIsabella’s POV The rectory was silent except for our ragged breathing. I lay beneath Father Lucian, my body still trembling from the intensity of what we had just done. His cock was still buried deep inside me, pulsing with the last aftershocks of his release. I could feel his warm cum leaking out around where we were joined, dripping down onto the sheets beneath us. This was real. I had just given my virginity to a priest. On his bed. In the house of God. The weight of the sin settled over me like a heavy cloak, but instead of horror, I felt a strange, dark thrill. My pussy clenched around him again, as if my body refused to let him go. Father Lucian lifted his head from my neck, his hazel eyes searching mine. His silver cross rested against my bare breasts, a stark reminder of who he was — and what we had just done. “Forgive me, Isabella,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I have led you into sin.” I reached up and touched his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I want
Isabella’s POVI knelt before Father Lucian in the quiet rectory, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.The air felt thick with incense and sin. My knees pressed into the worn wooden floor as I looked up at him — this man of God, this priest who was supposed to guide my soul, not corrupt it.His hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip.“You don’t have to do this, Isabella,” he said, his voice rough with restraint. “You can still walk away. Confess your thoughts and leave this room pure.”But his eyes told a different story. They were dark with hunger, fixed on my mouth like he was already imagining it wrapped around him.I should have stood up. I should have run back to the cathedral and begged God for forgiveness.Instead, I whispered, “I don’t want to walk away, Father.”A low groan escaped him. He unbuckled his belt with trembling hands, then slowly lowered his black trousers and boxers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, and already leakin
Isabella’s POV.The cathedral bells rang softly in the distance as I knelt in the front pew, rosary beads slipping through my fingers like a lifeline.I had come here every evening since I was a little girl. This place with its towering stained-glass windows, the scent of incense, and the quiet echo of prayers had always felt like home. Safe. Pure. A sanctuary from the noise of the outside world.But tonight, something felt different.Father Lucian had arrived three weeks ago to take over the parish. He was younger than the old priest. He's only thirty-two with sharp, handsome features, dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead, and eyes that seemed to see straight through a person’s soul. The congregation whispered about him. Some said he was too charismatic. Others said he was exactly what our aging cathedral needed.I tried not to notice him too much but it was impossible.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered under my breath, repeating the familiar words of confe
Sophia's POV. The door burst open with a loud bang.A woman I didn't recognize stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene: me being pressed against the wall, my skirt bunched around my waist, his thick cock buried deep inside my pussy, his hand still gripping my hip from behind.For a moment, time froze. Then chaos erupted.“What the hell is this?!” she screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief and rage.Professor Voss pulled out of me quickly, but he didn’t scramble to hide. He simply tucked himself away and stepped in front of me protectively, shielding my half-naked body from her view.“Elise,” he said, his voice dangerously calm. “This isn’t the time.”He sounded like he knew her already. Who's she?“Not the time?” She laughed bitterly, stepping further into the office. “I come to surprise my husband at work and find him fucking one of his students? Against the wall? Are you serious right now, Elias?”I quickly pulled my skirt down, my hands shaking
Sophia's POV. I woke up the next morning deliciously sore.My body ached in the most filthy, satisfying ways. My pussy was tender and swollen, my ass still throbbed from how thoroughly Professor Voss had ruined it the night before, and my thighs felt sticky even after my shower last night. I lay in bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of what we had done.The way he had bent me over his desk. The brutal, relentless way he had fucked my ass while forcing me to watch my own reflection. The deep, guttural groan he made when he flooded my tightest hole with his cum. The way he had held me afterward, almost tenderly, like I was something precious and filthy at the same time.A small, secret smile curved my lips. I should have felt ashamed, guilty, terrified of what I was becoming. Instead, I felt alive.I stretched slowly, wincing at the deep ache between my legs, and finally dragged myself out of bed. The morning light filtered through my curtains, sof
Sophia's POV. His kiss consumed me. His mouth moved against mine with raw, desperate hunger, our tongues tangling as he thrust deep into my pussy again. I was still on his desk, my legs spread wide, my skirt bunched around my waist. Every powerful stroke made the desk creak beneath me. I could feel every thick inch of him stretching me open, claiming me completely. I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders as he fucked me harder. The emotional weight of his confession, the pain in his voice when he spoke about his wife only made this moment more intense. I wanted to drown his sadness. I wanted to make him feel wanted. He broke the kiss just long enough to growl against my lips, “You feel so fucking good. This tight little student pussy was made for my cock.” Then he was kissing me again, swallowing my moans as he pounded into me. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the office. I was dripping down my thighs, my arousal mixing







