Priest Erotica Novels & Stories

The rosary I had been clutching slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. I groaned into her mouth, my hands losing their battle as they gripped her waist, hauling her up until I could feel every curve against me. She tasted like mint and wine and everything I wasn't allowed to have. I kissed her back with a ferocity that terrified me, my hands wandering lower, pulling her hips into the hard, aching proof of my desire. For that moment, I wasn't a priest. I was just a man dying of thirst.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

“I… I love it… I love being used… I love your cock in my ass… I love their cunts on my face… I want… I want you all… every night… please… fill me…” He roared, a low, animal sound and buried himself to the hilt. Heat flooded her bowels in thick, pulsing jets. Maria’s body convulsed in response; her untouched cunt spasmed, squirting a sudden, violent arc of clear fluid that splashed across the priest’s cassock and the marble steps below. She came untouched, ass clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking every drop while her own release soaked the sacred stone. Father Elias pulled out slowly, letting a thick trickle of cum leak from her gaping asshole onto the altar.

he murmured. But the only sound I made was a soft moan. My fingers moved between my legs, finding the slick heat. I was already so close. "Priest..." I whispered. "Finger your pussy deeper," he mumbled huskily this time. And I did. My hips moved with the rhythm, chasing every wave of pleasure. The word priest made it worse. Made it better. And made it hotter. "Good girl," he whispered. My whole body reacted. My thighs trembled. My toes curled.

My back arched further as he continued, then he slipped one finger inside me, moving it slowly. “Oh… God…” I moaned as he added another finger, pumping them in and out of me. “You like that?” he asked. “Yes, Father… I do.” “Naughty girl.” He increased the pace of his fingers. I bit my lip, overwhelmed by the pleasure. I never thought being fucked by a priest especially one who pretended to be holy could feel like this. “Suck,” he commanded, standing and pushing his fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them as he moved them in and out.

His cock was slightly curved, hitting my G-spot perfectly with every brutal thrust. The double — now triple and quadruple — creampie made my pussy a sloppy, gaping mess. Cum frothed and bubbled around his pistoning shaft as he fucked me senseless. I came repeatedly, squirting violently, my body convulsing against the chains as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. The priests took turns again, fucking my mouth, my tits, and my pussy in every combination. Finally, all four priests surrounded me, stroking their cocks furiously. “Time for the final exorcism,” Father Elias commanded.

My body shook under the intensity of it all—every thrust, every filthy word, every ragged breath stolen in a place meant for purity. His grip was unforgiving. My ass stung from where he slapped it, again and again, until I was dripping down my inner thighs. “You like getting fucked in God’s house?” he growled. “Yes,” I whimpered. He pulled out slowly, letting his tip rest right at my entrance, teasing, torturing. “Say it properly.” I bit my lip. “I like getting fucked by my priest in his church.” He slammed back in, groaning loud as I screamed into the wood.

"I want to be his dirty little secret. I want him to fuck me while my mother is in the next room. I want to taste him, Father. I want to suck his cock until he cums down my throat and makes me swallow every drop of his sin." Ryder was jerking himself so hard the bench he sat on creaked. He could almost feel her heat through the wood. "You're a little slut, Ruth-Ann," he panted, the mask of the priest completely gone. "You're a filthy, untouchable little slut, and God help me, I'm going to give you exactly what you're begging for." "Yes, please, Father. Do it!" she screamed softly, her body beginning to shake. "Put your hand through the screen! Touch me!"