Priest Erotica Novels & Stories

He flicks it across my inner thighs, the bristles teasing the sensitive skin until I am shaking so hard I think I will fall. "Your body is a confession, Ivy," the Priest whispers, his voice thick with a dark, holy heat. "Look at the way you’re weeping for me. So much slickness for a woman who claims to be made of ice." He finally brings his fingers to my clit. They are coated in the hot oil, sliding over the swollen bud with what feels like a lightning strike. I jerk, my back arching off my heels, my head thrashing against his grip. The silver bit digs into the corners of my mouth as I fight the urge to scream.

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.

The priest then asked, "I see that you're just as sinful and depraved as you said, my son. You must have let other men defile your young body with their awful urges. I may have to get assistance in the future for more thorough instruction and guidance. I believe you would benefit from having two godly men tend to your sinful urges and inappropriate desires. No doubt Father Bobby will feel the need to interview and instruct you in the proper behavior for a student here in this house of worship." Oh, how I loved this kind of worship! The priest was now slowly working his hard cock in and out of my ass. I sighed every time he bottomed out inside me. His big hard cock would gently rub my prostat

And yet… He began to rub the crucifix against her, slowly at first, then with more pressure, the hard metal grinding against her clitoris. Rose cried out, her body arching, a mix of pain and an unbearable, transgressive pleasure. The coldness of the metal against her burning flesh, the weight of the cross, the sacrilege of it all, intensified the sensation. “Feel that, Rose?” he growled, his voice thick with triumph. “That’s the weight of your sin. And the ecstasy of your surrender. Embrace it, little whore. Embrace your damnation. Your disgraceful cunt is leaking for it.”

*************** Jeremy wasn’t prepared for when the same stranger from last night walked into the chapel, all tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt at the top. Graphic images of their erotic night together flashing across his mind. The man had brought him to his release three times that night, and Jeremy had collapsed, satiated, wondering if he’d ever be able to move on from such an amount of pleasure. If anything, he’d wanted to experience more of that. But his sad reality awaited. Which was already playing out. He felt a tap on his hand that was curled lightly underneath her chin, sharp and stinging. “What are you doing?” Bridget demanded through gritted teeth, trying to communicate with her e

My fingers curl harder, hitting her g-spot, and she arches, a sob of pleasure escaping. “I… I touch myself… oh fuck… thinking of… someone like you,” she admits, her voice breaking, her pussy fluttering around my fingers as I suck her clit again, hard and fast. “Naughty lamb,” I growl, my free hand gripping her thigh, spreading her wider. “I’m your priest now, and this is your penance.” I add a third finger, stretching her tight virgin cunt, pumping deep while my tongue attacks her clit, licking and sucking in a frenzy.

He had with him a bottle of wine and a tumbler which he placed down on the table before making his direction at Camila's. Pure lust was just evident in his eyes. He savours her by the neck hungrily wasting no opportunity on the jackpot he has gotten his hands on. Camila didn't flinched. His strong body cologne almost made Camila tear up. She choked. He took a quick look at her again taking off his coat which reaches down to his knee and trousers. Only his pants was left. He clasps both palms on his mouth making a gesture like who just won an award. His inner devil praised the creator for this wide flower. He lean closer while he plays and sulked on her nipple like a baby.

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again

The position left me completely exposed, vulnerable, dripping, and trembling. He was sitting relaxed against the back of the tub, legs spread, that powerful, broad-shouldered body dominating the space. I felt his rough, calloused hand slide up the back of my thigh, the friction sending sparks through me. His skin was coarse from years in prison, nothing like Felix’s smooth touch. It scraped deliciously against my soft flesh. “Fuck, look at you,” He muttered, voice thick with lust. “Soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you properly. Does my brother ever get you this dripping? Does Felix make your cunt throb like a desperate little slut?”

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo