Please Forgive My Unholy Desire Father Novels & Stories

I moaned, looking at him pleadingly. He smiled slowly, his eyes dark with desire as he started to speak softly and dirty. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," he muttered softly, watching me intently. "To sit here and watch you touch yourself, to talk dirty to you like this... Would you like me to tell you what I'd like to do to you?" He asked, his voice dropping lower. "Yes," I whimpered desperately, jerking myself off faster now. "Tell me what you want to do to me, Father." I spread my legs even wider, giving him an even better view of my wet cock and balls.

“We believe a lust demon has taken root. She needs full deliverance. Exorcism if necessary.” I leaned against the altar rail, dress riding up my thighs. “I’m right here, you know. And I already told you—I just really, really like cock. Pussy too, sometimes. Whatever feels good.” “Sadie!” both parents barked in unison. Father Francis cleared his throat, cheeks coloring slightly. “Let’s… remain respectful. Sadie, do you feel any presence inside you? Voices? Urges you can’t control?” I smiled slowly, looking him up and down. “Only the urge to get fucked properly, Father. Which I handle just fine on my own. Or with help.”

I'm Melanin the only daughter and child of my parents and as fate may have it my Dad died just a year ago just the very day this breathtaking man walked in as the Father of Saint Raphael church. I'm soon going to be 25 and haven't gotten any reasonable job ever since I graduated but life as a content creator made it easier for me with the way I made fast money from it. The past year of my life has been very crazy with the torture of watching father Kentucky taking mass. I have always fantasized having his cock inside me but a part of me knows it isn't possible because it's forbidden for a Father to have intercourse and that alone makes me pur in regret because why can't I have what I want?

His thumb pressed harder on her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Grace’s head fell back, a string of broken moans falling from her lips. She was unraveling on his hand, on this dark desk, under the gaze of a man who was her father’s contemporary. The shame was there, a sharp, bright thread, but it was utterly consumed by a tidal wave of raw, devouring pleasure. “Please…” she begged, not knowing what she was asking for. “Please what?” he demanded, his voice guttural. He crooked his fingers again, hitting that perfect spot with unerring accuracy, making her sob. “Tell me what you want from the man who could be your father’s friend. Tell me what you need.”

"So hungry for it. So desperate. When's the last time someone fucked you properly?" "Never." The word escapes without thought. "Never like this." "That's because you've never been with a man who truly needed it." He curls his fingers and I sob, pleasure radiating through my whole body. "Twelve years of need, and I'm going to take it all out on you." "Please, Father." I don't even know what I'm begging for. "Please, I need more." "Please what?" He pulls his fingers out and brings them to my mouth, smearing my wetness across my lips. "Clean them. Taste your sin. Taste how wet you are for a man of God."

"I tried to pray it away, but my cock... it won't go down. It's throbbing, sisters, like fire in my veins. Please, let me fuck you. I beg you—I'll do anything. Just... just let me inside one of you." I stepped closer, the rough hem of my habit brushing my calves, feeling the dampness already building between my legs. His desperation was intoxicating, the way his pleas tumbled out like a child's confession. "Describe it, Father," I said, my voice low and commanding, circling him slowly. The stone floor was gritty under my sandals, and I could smell his fear-sweat mixing with the faint, lingering aroma of our pussies from the night before. "Tell us exactly how you felt. Every filthy detail. Or

he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “They’re… they’re dirty, Father,” I choked out, my face burning with shame. “I think about… about their bodies. About… about being with them. In… in unnatural ways.” “Unnatural ways?” he prompted, his voice a low, hypnotic purr. “Be more specific, Noah. God is all-knowing, but I am not. You must tell me everything. Every filthy, disgusting detail.”

Fingers slid through my folds easily, circling my clit with desperate need. I imagined his hand. No, his cock. Him watching me like he’d just watched himself. I came hard and fast, biting the pillow to muffle the moan, body shaking, my thighs slick with my own arousal. And even after, fingers still buried inside me, I couldn’t stop the whisper that escaped my lips. “Forgive me, Father…” Because I already knew. I was never going to stop wanting him. And now he knew I’d seen him.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

Wanted to finally sink into the cunt I’d only ever stroked myself raw to on a screen. The want was black and heavy and so fucking strong it made my stomach clench. My cock jerked again, painfully hard, my balls drawn up tight like I was already close just from looking at her. But the other voice wouldn’t die. You’re her father in every way that counts. You raised her. You promised to keep her safe. And right now you’re standing here with your dick leaking down your thigh because she walked in with kiss-swollen lips and guilty eyes. You’re disgusting. You’re going to hell. You don’t get to want to share her with your own sons. You don’t get to picture her stuffed full and dripping while she l