“Indiana Jules Witherspoon! I don’t care how grown you think you are, we raised you in the lord, and the lord has been so good to us, you will go to church and you will go for confession!”
My mom yelling every Sunday morning can never get old, my parents are the type of pain in the ass self righteous parents you see on TV
As a kid and teenager I had to wear floor length dresses, long skirts, i wasn’t allowed to show a spot of skin, I wasn’t given a phone till I was 16 and even then I couldn’t participate in”the unholiness of the internet” it was”The devils platform”.
But I have always been rebellious, at 14 I had my first boyfriend, they caught me making out with him, in the garage, they baptized me the next Sunday, it was funny.
When I was 16 I wanted to wear a short tight dress and light makeup to a house party, they sprinkled holy water all over me, ruining both the dress and the make up.
And begging the devil not to take me.
Well different scenarios but what they didn’t know was I loved watching porn, I was addicted to it, from 16 I learnt a few websites from my friends, and I grew to like it, and I learnt how to masturbate.
Which I never did when my parents were around, I played with myself a minimum of 3 times a day.
Well, I am 21 now, working as a waitress and I had only one problem with going to church.
THE FUCKING PRIEST.
He is the sexiest priest I had ever seen in our cathedral, hell in the world, he was transferred a month ago, I walked into church, bored and trying not to roll my eyes at everything going on.
Until they announced a new priest had joined, my eyes lazily shifted to the altar and boy was I in for a surprise.
He stood tall about 6, 2″He had black tousled hair, sleepy green eyes, and the most irresistible lips ever, when he smiled a set of white pearly teeth a beautiful smile , I had never found a priests outfit sexy until that day.
His eyes met mine and might be my eyes deceiving me but he winked at Me.
I had to blink twice to make sure, a smirk formed on his lips and immediately I had to press my thighs together to stop the signals my pussy was sending me.
From that Sunday I went to church every blessed Sunday, Even my parents were surprised, but they struggled with my choice of dresses, I wanted to wear body hugging long dresses to church, and dresses with long slits so I could show off my legs I got away with it.
Sometimes.
I was a tall, model skinny girl, wasn’t endowed but I had beautiful long legs, flawless caramel skin and small perky breasts, and my best feature are I had a small waist and my curves immaculate.
I never spoke to him, but I did show up to youth meetings or services, and we almost always locked eyes and there was always this spark that sends signals, all I could think about was getting the unholiest orgasm, while saying the grace this might be ridiculous but I want to fuck a priest and he just might want this too.
“Mom it’s 5am cant I go for confession next time”I grumbled sleepily as I sat up on my bed staring at my mom who stood at my door, I should start locking that Damn door.
“India the new priest might be the one in charge today, you have never spoken to him, you might get the chance too, you could learn a lot.” My mom said still looking angry.
I on the other hand my eyes shot open at the mention of new priest if I go there early enough , there definitely will not be a lot of people.
I got up and ran to the bathroom, I can imagine her stunned she was.
I showered, dried my hair off and picked out a red dress that stopped mid thigh I wore black YSL heels and did simple light make up.
I wore a coat and and a scarf with sunglasses so my mom wouldn’t see my face .
But thank fully I guess my parents, went in to get ready for church so I just ran off before they can see my outfit.
The church wasn’t far from home, and I was in and sitted at about 5:40am, there were two other girls sitted there as well, I had taken off my coat and glasses and I could see them whispering and pointing but I couldn’t care less, I had one goal today.
Between the next few minutes the first girl, had come and left and the second girl would seen be out and there was no sight of the new priest.
“Fuck..”I cursed under my breath as I was called in next.
I heaved a sigh as I walked into the confession box, uninterested in the procedure.
I made the sign of the cross soon as I sat
“Bless me father for I have sinned, this is my first confession since I was in high school ”
here are my sins”. I rolled my eyes, everyone was already judgy as fuck might as well make this interesting for the person behind this wall.
” I am addicted to porn, I play with my vagina every fucking day, give myself mind racing orgasms which for a while now I have been wishing a particular someone can give me.
I want to fuck a priest, I want to be fucked by him so bad I appear every Sunday and to every youth meeting even tho, I have no real reason to be here other than eye fuck him and get more inspiration to use when I masturbate at night imagining his dick in me.
Oh and yeah you must want to know which one”.
I got closer to the window, and whispered.
“It’s the new priest, well that is all With those i can remember and those I cant remember , I ask forgiveness I guess”
“You want to fuck the new priest?” a raspy voice said from behind the window.
My mouth ran dry at the sound of the voice , I was so obsessed that I knew that voice anywhere.
His voice Ran down my spine, and I could clit immediately started to pulse.
“How bad will you say you want to fuck this priest”. his husky voice made me A little light headed nipples became solid peeks.
“Really badly”my voice mixed with desire and lust, I knew I was a horny bastard but I can only describe this feeling.
As Devils touch.
I could hear his breathing get louder and his a low grunt from the other side.
He tossed me a key through the window, I picked it up staring at the window, to find out what it was for.
“Back of the cathedral , the angels cavern hall, room 2, open it and wait for me”.
I smiled and got out of the confession box, grabbing my coat and scarf, and walking out of the church, I walked around back and spotted the building with a green sign board the “Angels Cavern” apparently it was where the altar boys used to stay before they built someplace better, so the rooms were empty.
I got to room 2 and unlocked it, locking it behind me as I entered.
There was a bed, red sheets and blanket, the design was simple and the room seemed basic , but then there was a table beside the bed covered in red cloth.
I raised the cloth up and a gasp escaped my lips.
There were different toys, tools and equipment there, a whip, vibrator, anal beads, hand cuffs, nipple pegs, ties, a strap .. I’m guessing for a girl.. does he like to be pegged??.
I ran my hands through all of em, and I couldn’t wait for him to use it on me, my body ached for an orgasm and he wasn’t here yet, maybe I could have some fun with myself before he gets here.
I took off my dress , exposing my perky breasts and hardened nipples and my underwear which were already wet.
I sat up and spread my legs, I pinched my nipples with one hand and used my other hand to slowly rub myself in a circular motion through my underwear.
I moaned lightly, pleasure coursing through my body as I rubbed my clit.
“I said you should wait!”a dangerously low voice, Rang out causing me to pause, my eyes lowered in excitement as he came in, he looked at me clearly disgusted with my impatience.
He took off his shoes and took long strides towards me.
Grabbing me on the neck and choking me, he held my neck so tight, but strangely I liked it, I was struggling to breathe under him.
His body pressed against mine, my nipples brushing against his clothes.
I smiled as I stopped trying to push his hands at my submission he let go and a smirk graced his lips.
“On your knees”.