Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

I reach around and find her clit which is swollen, slick, begging and pinch it between my fingers. She screams the next line. “Holy Mary, Mother of God—” I rub tight, merciless circles, matching the rhythm of my hips. Her pussy spasms around me, flooding with fresh wetness that drips down my balls. “Pray for us sinners…” she chokes out, voice cracking as her thighs start to quake. “Now and at the hour of our death… Amen.”

He paused briefly, before starting a prayer. “God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself... Through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.” “Amen,” I whispered weakly. “Go in peace, child. And sin no more.” I stepped out of the dark box back into the quiet, empty church. My knees were shaking a bit from the gruelling session I had just finished.

he called my name breathlessly. I snuggled tighter into his embrace as a response. “Let us pray for we have sinned against the Lord.” I raised my head to meet his gaze. Was he being serious right now? His eyes were still filled with desire and... I pulled his cock out from inside me and went on my knees, facing the altar. He was right. We should beg for forgiveness for our sins but I do not feel sorry for what I have done. Not a single bit. I shut my eyes and pressed my palms together in a plea. “Dear father in heaven,” I began my prayers. “Thank you for bringing me Father Lucian. Thank you for giving him to me.”

Zen says calmly, pulling me from my thoughts “Let’s wrap things up then.” I nod, and even though we can just step out and say I’ve prayed, I don’t think that would be right. Not after we’ve trespassed into two deceased people’s home. I interlock my fingers, and put my hands near my mouth. I remember a prayer from the Memoir of Fernando, one he scribbled over many pages during his stay in the other world. ‘O creator of lives, have mercy on your tortured souls. Bring them peace and appraise their virtue, for they have now passed into a world unknown.’

The white shirts buttons straining… “You want me to approve of your idea for free. I’m going to need a lot more than that…” Slurping sounds echoes throughout the car. The girl on the floor of the car on her knees giving the man head. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” he snaps. “Those fucking Priests they want to come after me and I’ll let that slide? They think we’ll let them off because they have a little power?” the anger in his voice bounces around the car.

The joke is on him. I pray for forgiveness as I sink my claws into the mortals flesh. The only way to save this mortal's soul now is to kill him. I'm ready to sink my claws further into his chest and rip out his heart. I thank all that is holy, as I recite the prayer Blaze starts reciting inside my head. I repeat the words until the mortal's body begins to buck and shake. I squeeze my legs tights around his throat holding him in place. A black mist pours from his nose and mouth. I keep reciting the prayer until the black mist has evaporated.

I answered as I put the spoon for a while to do a prayer. I noticed him that he also stop from moving. "What are you doing?" He ask. "Let's pray first, Sir." I uttered while smiling that made him blink tow times while staring at me. "Uhm p-pray?" He ask while stuttering. I nodded as I slowly closed my eyes. "Thanks God, for the blessings you gave to us. Thanks you for always guiding us. Hope this food will going to energized us from working and become productive. Amen." I slowly opened my eyes and stared at Mr. Woods when I did not heard him saying 'Amen'.

“Our Father… who art in heaven… AHHHH! Hallowed be thy name— fuck— your cock feels so good!” He laughed darkly and choked me lightly from behind while destroying my pussy. “Thy kingdom come… thy will be done…” he recited, pounding me even harder. “On earth as it is in this dripping cunt.” “Yes— fuck— give me your holy cock— stretch me— AHHHHHHHH!” He pulled my hair, arching my back as he railed me mercilessly on the altar. “I’m going to cum inside you right here,” he snarled. “Right where prayers are said. I’m going to flood this greedy little hole with my seed.”

It seems I recognized the voice. "The prostitution complex must be burned to the ground!" he exclaimed. "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!" "There is no place for immorality on earth!" "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!" “We live and die in the way of Allah! Are you with me? " "Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest! Allahuakbar! Allah is the Greatest!"

He noticed the angry stares from the man due to his lack of attention “Cynthia asked if you’d like to join them in church duty tomorrow” Oh, for fucks sake. “I’m so sorry, I have other plans” He politely refused. His father shot daggers at him, but the one to answer was Cynthia. “Other plans that don’t involve praying on Sunday morning?” Her voice was filled with venom, and Chris couldn’t fathom all that deceitfulness into a church.