Priest Erotica Novels & Stories

He spat on my hole and forced his way inside, stretching my ass wide around his holy cock. Once buried deep, he started fucking my shithole with long, powerful strokes while reaching down to rub my clit. The crucifix lay beside my head, watching me get sodomized by a priest. “Beg for my seed in your ass,” he demanded, choking me lightly with one hand. “It’s so wrong… but please, Father… cum in my ass. Fill your nun’s shithole with your unholy load!” He roared and erupted, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into my bowels. When he pulled out, cum leaked from my gaping asshole onto the sacred altar.

“Please, Father. Touch me. Just a little. I know you want to.” For a moment his fingers tightened on my soft skin. His eyes moved over my breasts, then down to my legs. I spread them slightly so he could see between my thighs. My white panties were already soaked. “Celine… no,” he said, but his voice was weak. He pulled his hand away and stood up quickly. “This is wrong. I am a priest. You are supposed to become a nun. Leave now, please.” He looked tortured. His cassock showed a clear bulge. He was hard for me.

I cried out, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. He fucked me with punishing force, the altar creaking beneath us. His rosary swung between my breasts with every thrust, the beads occasionally slapping my sensitive nipples. The stained glass saints watched in silent judgment as the priest who was supposed to guide them fucked his willing whore on sacred ground. “Look at what you’ve done to me,” he panted, eyes wild. “I stand here every Sunday preaching purity while the taste of your cunt still lingers on my tongue.” “Harder,” I begged, nails raking down his back through the fabric. “Ruin me, Father. Make me yours.”

“Spread your legs and arms wide.” Her pussy clenched at the command, another trickle of arousal sliding down her ass. She obeyed, lying back on the cool sheets. The scent of fresh linen mixed with her own musky need. Dean moved with predatory grace, securing her wrists first, then her ankles. The silk was soft but unyielding, spreading her open completely. Cool air kissed her dripping folds, her swollen clit exposed and aching. She was completely at his mercy, and the realization made her pussy throb harder, juices pooling beneath her on the sheets.

Then, before I could stop myself, I opened G****e and typed: “How to make a priest fall for you.” For a second, I just stared at the screen, horrified by my own audacity. Then I pressed search. The results loaded almost instantly… and I swear, they were both ridiculous and terrifying. “Forbidden Love: 10 Signs Your Priest Might Secretly Be Into You.” “Seduction and Sin: Why Priests Fall for Women Like You.” “How to Make a Man of God Break His Vows (Caution: For Educational Purposes Only).”

She tried to pray, but the words came out jumbled with pleasure: “Ave… aaaah… Maria… full of… cum… blessed art thou… among… the whores… aaaahhh… Father… fuck me harder… don’t stop… rip my pussy… fill me… fill me with hot cum…” He let out a hoarse laugh, biting the other nipple harder, leaving teeth marks on her pale skin. His thrusts became even more violent. He grabbed her legs by the ankles, pushing them back until they almost touched her shoulders, folding her in half on the altar. In this position, his cock went even deeper, slamming straight into the bottom of her womb with every thrust. “That’s it… take it deep… feel the priest’s cock hitting your womb, you slut. Imagine if I got you p

"Begging a priest to fuck you. Begging to be defiled in God's house while a storm rages outside. This is what you came here for, isn't it? You didn't want shelter. You wanted this." The new angle hits my g-spot with every powerful stroke. I'm pulling against the rosary, the beads biting into my wrists, the crucifix cutting into my palm. His vestments brush against my bare thighs with every thrust, the rough fabric a constant reminder that he's still dressed, still wearing his collar, still a priest even as he ruins me on his narrow bed. "Harder." I'm crying again, tears mixing with the sweat on my face. "Please, Father, harder. I can take it. Give me everything."

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

it was as if her Grandmother was looking directly into her eyes, across who knew how many years. "Take it all, my sexy slut," the priest said, slamming into her hard from behind. "Get undressed," Essence ordered. "I don't know if I should," Sheila worried, her pussy burning, but knowing that getting turned on from watching her Grandma getting fucked was dead wrong. Or at least most people seemed to think so. "Oh fuck, harder, fuck me harder," Dottie moaned, looking like she was close to coming. "Come on my dick, my girl," the priest ordered.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.