Priest Erotica Novels & Stories

The underground chamber echoed with their soft, broken whimpers and the distant, muffled sound of Vatican bells tolling in the night. Alessandro stepped forward, his voice low and sacrilegious. “Tonight we desecrate this holy place. Two daughters of the Church will offer their bodies and souls to me — a fallen priest — in the very heart of Saint Peter’s domain. Chiara… you will taste your sister in sin while I fuck you. Elena… you will watch your own cunt drip onto a nun’s face while your brother in corruption fills you.” He poured consecrated wine mixed with their own slick arousal over their bodies. The warm liquid ran in rivulets over Chiara’s bound breasts and dripping pussy, and down El

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, the stretch pulling taut as he rutted hard, his balls slapping my ass with wet smacks. I reached down, stroking my own dick frantically, the position making every nerve in my body sing. The sacristy door was cracked just enough for the chapel's hush to seep in, a reminder of where we were—surrounded by sacred relics, defiling it all. This is blasphemy, and I love it, I thought, the taboo fueling the fire in my veins. He shifted, one hand sliding to pinch my nipples, twisting them until I arched, then lower to slap my balls lightly, the sting pushing me closer. "Cum for me, Joseph. Show me how much you want this forbidden cock of your priest."

He whispered a prayer to God as he fought his lusts. She isn't wearing any panties, the naughty slut. Her naked, shaved pussy, the slit so tight and inviting, peaks at you from between her thighs. Jezebel's own pussy was on fire. She loved the wet heat. Mary is teasing you. She wants you to hike up your cassock and bury your cock in her tight, slutty cunt. She burns to be fuck her over the altar. The image burned through the priest's mind. His dick itched. Thoughts of pulling over and masturbating on the side of the road flitted through his mind. Jezebel savored his dirty thoughts as she whispered about how tight young Mary felt wrapped about his cock.

“Stretching Mommy’s married hole again right under her son’s nose. What if Jake walks in right now? Sees me bouncing on this fat cock that belongs to his best friend. Sees my tits bouncing while you breed me?” The dirty risk made everything ten times hotter. I thrust up gently to meet her, burying myself balls-deep. Elena’s mouth opened in a silent, desperate gasp, her eyes widening. Her creamy juices coated my balls and leaked down to my ass. I slid one hand down to rub her swollen clit in slow, firm circles while she rode me like a filthy secret.

Men and women, bodies oiled and gleaming, cocks already hard, cunts already wet, eyes fixed on the doorway. Mira walked between the Priest and his two highest acolytes, crimson ropes still framing her body from the night before. The knot between her legs had rubbed her clit raw for hours; every step sent sparks of near painful pleasure shooting up her spine. Her nipples were swollen and dark, breasts heavy and aching, pussy lips puffy and shining with the Priest’s dried come. They stopped at the altar. The Priest lifted a small crystal cup filled with dark, viscous liquid that caught the firelight like liquid garnet.

Then: “I touched myself to the thought of a man I shouldn’t want.” Heat licked up his spine. He clenched his hands beneath the black cloth, nails digging into his palm. He steadied his voice. “You are not married?” “No.” “The man is?” “No.” “Then why do you believe it’s a sin?” Her smile was audible. “Because he’s a priest.” Silence. Somewhere in the cathedral, a candle flickered. His breath stilled. He leaned back, spine scraping the old wood. Maybe this was a joke. A dare. A drunk woman playing with fire. He was about to shut the panel—

Claire and I screamed in unison, our bodies arriving at the same time as we squirted everywhere. The climax left us both shaking and incoherent. “Get on your knees.” Chris commanded Claire and she almost fell on her face as her knees were wobbling. When she finally got on her knees, Chris started stroking himself with his dick infront of her. Jonathan didn’t bother telling me to get on my knees, he just started stroking directly over my pussy. “You want me to come on your face, don’t you, you little slut?” Chris rasped, his voice cracking

“That’s it… fuck me… just like you fuck her…” He grunted, his pace becoming brutal. One hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. The other hand groped under my sweater, finding my breast, squeezing it roughly. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating. I felt my orgasm building like a tidal wave gathering force from a deeper, darker place than before. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice unrecognizable. “You dirty little girl. Blackmailing your pastor.” “Yes!”I cried out, as the wave broke. My climax was violent, a convulsing, screaming release that seemed to go on forever, blinding me to everything but the sensation of him thrusting into my pussy.

clit peaked out from my labia, glistening wet. The priest cleared his throat and then bit his lip. “Are you aroused right now?” “Yes, Father,” I whispered. “Lean over the desk,” he ordered quietly. He was clearly aroused as well. Trembling, I went to the desk and leaned over; making sure my ass was high in the air. I spread my legs a little so he could catch a glimpse of my sex. “Spread your legs more,” he commanded. I sucked in a deep breath, loving how good it felt to be nude and vulnerable for him. I could feel him close to me. The fine hairs on my neck and arms stood on end in anticipation of the unknown. He got down on his knees behind me and examined my ass and pussy closely without t