ログインHe looked at me with the most serious expression he could muster."You need to take communion, sister Jasmine."I stared at him. He nodded. I sank to my knees before him. This was hot. This was so fucking hot. My first long lick made Father Gabriel arch into my touch. The second made him groan. He hadn’t come while he was licking me on the crucifix, and the sweet torture he inflicted on me had made him more than ready. I closed my lips around him and began to lick at the sensitive spot right underneath the head of his cock. I flicked my tongue across it. Then I gently sank my teeth into it.He gasped and began to writhe under my ministrations. I felt powerful. I felt good. I felt like a god, giving out presents to her faithful worshipper. My hands found his balls and he almost laughed when he felt the cool beads of the rosary press against his soft skin.I circled the rosary around one of his balls and pulled gently, separating them, and my tongue circled around the other one before
I sank down to my knees and opened my mouth over him, taking him down in one long stroke. Gabriel’s soft cry echoed from the ceiling. I sucked him in until the rosary beads rolled against my mouth. Then I began to slide my mouth up and down, sucking his head, licking the first drops of salty moisture and sliding down to taste the last of the holy water between the rosary beads.Finally, I slid my mouth all the way down his cock, circling my lips around the rosary. I caught the beads with my teeth and slid them slowly up, caressing his cock with them as I pulled them off. He was bigger now than he had been when I put the beads on, and they were a bit difficult to remove. They squeezed tightly around his shaft.I pulled them off and let them fall into my hand. My tongue flicked that spot right under his head. My teeth nibbled gently. I took the wet rosary beads and slid them down his balls, all the way back to his ass.Father Gabriel tensed. I slid the beads up and down the cleft of h
My mind was made. I would be the demon. I would let the devil use me, i would become the tempteess if only I got a chance to fuck Father Gabriel. All I needed to do was wait. His next confession date would be too far and only god knew how many times I would have to play the fuckimg guitar with my pussy before I dropped dead! With that final thought, I went to bed and waited till the next day. I woke up with a spring in my steps. It was D.Day. I showered and got ready to go to church to do the devil's work. I took a large gulp of the strong alcohol I had brought with me in my car. I parked right outside the church cathedral. I need the liquid courage for guts and well... courage. I needed to cool my mind down. I had given myself a thousand pep talks and motivational speeches in order to even come here, but I knew that if I did not, I would regret it for a long time. I flicked down my top mirrow to look at my glossy eyes wild woth need one last time before I walked into the ch
My pussy has been a dripping mess since I returned from confession at church. Fuck me and fuck whoever made Father Gabriel the new confession priest! One thing is for sure, I've become a regular in church, confessing even things I know the devil wouldn't care to fucking know. If I had to listen to that deep voice say "Bless you my child" one more time... I felt my finger slip into my shorts instinctively, touching the swollen nub of my cunt. "Ugh!! What the fuck is going on with me?!" I said out loud just as my fingers circled my throbbing nub. "He's a fucking priest, you dirty dog!" I say before shaking my head to try and dispel the dirty, slurty thoughts that were obviously holding on to my sex filled brain. "Oh god, Jasmine, don't do this... No about of confession will be able to save you from hell if you masturbate to thoughts of a priest!" My fingers kept moving, slowly, inching closer to my drenched opening. My room was silent. Too fucking silent and dark. I lay on my
She came back the next week to confess again. Immediately I saw her, my body reacted all over again, and I felt my boner rise before I even heard her voice. Good lord, I was a finished man. I knew this wasn’t just love or some sensual thing like that. This was lust. This was raw, fierce and unadulterated lust! And I was drowning in it.I wasn’t supposed to notice these things, but I did. I felt it in my chest, in the tightness in my stomach, in the way my hands trembled when I rested them on the worn wood.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said again. Same soft, steady voice. Same heat in my chest I had no right to feel.“Go on,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. I wasn’t sure it was. I could feel the tremor in it anyway.She hesitated, longer than last time. I noticed everything—the subtle shift of her weight, the faint brush of her clothing, the way her voice caught when she finally spoke.“I’ve been thinking about you… again… I did everything you said. I prayed. I
As a priest, temptation always came and as always I overcame, only one temptation has persisted. Only one this temptation had the ability to weaken my resolve and ruin my pure thoughts, filling me with raw intense need.Jasmine Hale. I was already tense before she even spoke. There was something about the way Jasmine knelt at the confessional that made it impossible to stay completely calm. Most people talked too much, blabbing and blabbing about their sins that they definitely going to repeat, but Jasmine didn’t. She just breathed quietly, like she was waiting for something… “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said. Her voice was soft, steady, but it hit me anyway. I could feel it through the confession division, I could feel it down in my chest and all the way downward to the point I dared not think about.“How long since your last confession?” I asked, hoping to distract myself.“Three weeks.” She said it carefully, her voice so soft and deliberate, it made my clench my f







