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The cool air was blasting on you in the front seat of your car, causing your dress to ripple like waves across your lap. It was a hot day out and your nerves weren’t helping. Your hands were sticky against the leather steering wheel as you continued gripping it even after parking.
It was a random Thursday afternoon—nothing special about it except maybe how extraordinarily hot out it was. It was your luck to pick a day during a heat wave to go out and about in the world, but you knew you had to. Deep down, guilt had buried itself and was now rising in your chest, clawing across your ribcage like a prisoner begging for freedom.
You waited five more minutes. In those five minutes, nothing changed except for a song on the radio, turned down to a hum. It was time and you knew it, if you waited any longer in your warm car you might melt into a puddle.
When your car door opened, it let in a slight breeze, but it was humid in the air, clinging to your skin. Every step down the pavement brought you closer and closer to you facing the pit in your belly, but your legs kept moving despite your mind’s protest.
The chatter of people living in a small town filled your ears as you strolled. You figured going a few towns over would save you the embarrassment of seeing someone you knew. And this little town only had one of what you were looking for, so you could only hope it was empty.
Your legs carried you up the steps and you were face to face with oak doors, adorned with vines engraved in the wood. As you grasped onto the metal handle, warmed from the sunlight, you felt a pang in your chest. You were so nervous you felt like you might be sick.
Immediately you were hit with the smell of oil, beeswax, and herbs. It was so woody and earthy inside, it began calming your nerves down to a small flame. You hadn’t been to church since you were a little girl, but now seemed as good of a time as ever. You had also only confessed once—the one time you had to.
It felt like it was yesterday, yet somehow so far away. Time was weird like that. You had been nervous then too, when the only sin you were scared of was disrespecting your parents and cursing around your friends. If only little you knew what you were about to do.
It looked very similar to the one you had grown up going to. It had old worn carpet, wooden pews, paintings of the Holy family, and stained glass windows depicting different saints.
A voice broke through your déjà vu. “Can I help you?” He asked.
You glanced around in the area it had trailed from. The room to your right was nearly empty beside a confessional—very old school.
”I’m wanting to confess please,” you replied, slowly approaching the room.
”Come in,” he said, “and kneel on the kneeler.”
After swallowing down the lump that had formed in your throat, you walked into the small room and shut the door behind you. There was a maroon leather kneeler on the ground closest to you and beside it, a tall and wide wooden separator. In the middle of it was a lattice-like screen and through it, there was a shadow of a man, you assumed to be the priest.
The room was small, as if a confessional booth had four walls and a door. There was a small painting of a saint you didn’t know the name of in front of you and lilac velvet was draped over the partition.
You kneeled down with a small creak across the kneeler. The leather was cool against your skin. Through the screen, you could see the outline of the Father who settled more into his seat, though you couldn’t see his face.
You remembered to begin with the sign of the cross, which was a start. “Bless me Father for I have sinned.”
He waited a moment. “And how long has it been since your last confession?”
“Right, sorry. I haven’t been since I was a little girl, so probably over fifteen years ago.”
He huffed a small laugh. “No need to be sorry. What is it you are confessing?”
The lump in your throat came back tenfold. The hem of your dress brushing across your legs suddenly became very interesting as you toyed with the soft material. “I-I’m so embarrassed…Father?,” you replied.
He huffed another laugh, a little louder than the last. “Father Sebastian. And my dear, I have heard it all. I promise there is no judgement here. Please, what are you confessing?”
Your mind flashed back to the nights alone in your bed, when your hand was your only friend… your only vice. “I-I am addicted to pleasuring myself,” you sighed as you squeezed your eyes shut, as if that would lessen the embarrassment.
”I see,” he replied. “You are not alone in this. Many people fall to this obsession, so don’t be so hard on yourself. Why do you think you do such a thing?”
”I-I guess I’ve never thought about that before,” you said. “Probably because I’m so lonely.”
”Does it make you feel less alone?”
”Not really, if anything it makes it worse.”
”That’s understandable. Loneliness is hard to bear. I, myself, even find it hard to navigate at times. Loneliness itself is not a sin, though it may ache like one. It is normal to want to feel a connection, but how we get there is where we fault.”
You nodded your head, though you weren’t sure if he could even see you. “Yes, Father,” you said, just in case.
”Now tell me, how often is it that you find yourself succumbing to your addiction?” He asked.
”Almost every night. I-I do it before I go to sleep, it relaxes me.”
”I understand. Every night is a heavy burden, but remember you are not alone, even when it may feel like you are. This obsession you have, it doesn’t make you any less desirable, it just brings you further from finding peace. And peace is what you seek, is it not?”
”It is, Father. I want to stop.” Your hands were still trailing along your dress as you felt your knees sink deeper into the plush below you.
”You will, you will. Now tell me, what is it you think about while you touch yourself?”
You felt your breath hitch in your throat. How this could possibly be relevant was beyond you, but he was a professional. “I think about being touched… by someone else. Anyone else.”
”Hmm,” he hummed. “It’s not the first time I’ve heard that either. Your sin doesn’t lie in the fact of craving another human connection. You are human after all and we are a loving species, we are created in love.”
What he said did make sense. You wiped your sweaty palms along your clothes to dry them off, but you weren’t prepared for his next request.
”I think in order for me to fully understand your sin, you must show me. Right now. Let me hear the sin you wish to confess. I want to understand the loneliness you’re trying to soothe.”
A part of you wanted to make a run for it, but his voice was so hypnotic, so sultry. It made your knees stay planted on the kneeler below you, maybe even settling more against it. Were you truly about to do what he was asking? “Father, I-I can’t.”
He himself even settled more into his seat, you could hear his chair groan as he sat up and breathed out a low breath. “You can. In order to absolve you, I must fully comprehend your sin, which I cannot do unless you show me. Let me guide you.”
”Yes, Father.” You swallowed down the sick begging to come up. Shakily, you raised the hem of your dress and pressed your hand firmly against your belly and started to snake your way under the elastic of your panties.
With your other hand you held up your dress, while you began chewing your thumb nail down to the quick. The small ruffles of the fabric echoed off the white walls of the small room.
Once your hand was inside of your underwear, you felt a race to your core. Your chest was heaving with nerves as you guided your hand lower, where you were aching.
”That’s it,” he cooed. “Good girl. Do not be afraid, I want to hear you.”
Your finger slid in between your folds, instantly finding your clit. It was warm and damp around your skin. You started with your middle finger and began tracing slow circles around your nub. A small whimper escaped your lips from the contact.
Your cheeks reddened immediately, burning with shame. Your finger stopped shortly after. “I-I’m sorry, Father.”
He took in a small breath. “Don’t stop. I want you to pretend you’re at home, alone in the dark. Bring me there, immerse me.”
Again you nodded your head and began moving your finger lightly. You closed your eyes, imagined yourself kneeling over your mattress. After a few moments, you applied a little more pressure. “Fuck,” you murmured under your breath.
”Just like that. Are you wet for me, baby? Tell me. Is that little pussy dripping while you confess your sins to me?” He purred.
”Y-yes,” you replied. “I-I’m so wet.”
He groaned lowly, followed by the creak of his chair as he readjusted himself. “Go faster. Make yourself come. Be a good girl for me.”
You listened as your nerves settled low in your belly. You were now using your middle and ring fingers to move hastily across your swollen clit. Deep inside you, you could already feel the coil tightening.
”Oh, Father,” you moaned out, dropping your dress with your other hand and grasping onto the wooden wall. It was cool under your fingertips as you dug your nails into the smooth waxed surface.
”You’re doing so well for me. Does it feel good? Fucking yourself while your priest listens?”
It was so filthy, so dirty. You could hardly believe this was the outcome to your arrival, but it was so erotic. Letting a priest you didn’t even know the face of talk you through an orgasm.
No words could form on your mouth, only breaths and sounds from deep within you.
”You’re so close aren’t you?” He asked. “I can hear it in your voice.”
”Yes, I-I’m so close,” you managed to reply.
”Come for me, come all over your fingers. Show me how you sin, I want to hear you fall apart.”
The tension was so taut inside of you, the spring was about to unravel. Your head lulled back while your grip on the wood squeaked. You came with a shuddered cry, echoing slightly in the small space. Your body shook against your fingers as you carried yourself through your high until you relaxed against yourself.
The room was filled with your heaves as you tried to stabilize your breathing. Your body ached for more as you pulled your hand away and you readjusted your dress.
You heard yet another creak, but this time it was followed by the soft thud of footsteps. His shiny black shoe was visible first as it rounded the partition, followed by his tall, toned body.
He was adorned in an all black ensemble with the white clerical collar. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows which only showed off his muscles more. He had deep brown eyes and hair the color of chocolate. His face was covered in freckles. He was handsome, very handsome. As your eyes trailed up his body, they couldn’t help but land on the erection growing in his pants.
”Look at you. So beautifully undone,” he groaned. He walked over to you slowly until he was towering over you. He kneeled down before you and still was a head above you. With his eyes glued to yours, he grabbed your shaking hand and brought your arousal-slicked fingers to his lips. His mouth was so warm as his tongue swirled around your skin. He released them with a small pop. “God you taste like sin. But this was just the beginning of your absolution.”
You nodded, knowing he could see you now. Slowly, he rose back up to stand on his feet. The overhead light shone down through his tousled hair, highlighting the reddish undertones. His hand brushed lightly at your chin as his thumb pulled at your bottom lip. “You look so perfect on your knees. Now I need you to be a good girl and show me how sorry you are.”
The sound of metal unzipping filled the room.
”Father, what are you doing?” You asked, knowing full well what was happening. You just couldn’t believe it. Your mouth salivated at the thought.
”Your penance requires more than spoken apologies and Hail Marys. You need to prove yourself to me.” His hand was still toying with your face as he continued using his other hand to undo his black trousers. Through the slit, deep green boxers were visible. He then pulled his cock out, with precum already glittering on his flesh-toned tip. “Go on, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”
You looked up at him as he watched you slackjawed. Slowly, you licked him from base to tip, gathering up all the salty precum in your mouth. And inch by inch, he pushed past your lips. He was large, you could hardly fit him all in your mouth. What couldn’t fit, you covered with your hand.
He was thick too, stretching your lips around him. The head of his cock hit the back of your throat as you began to bob your head back and forth. You started off sweetly, easing both of you into it, while your hand glided around his base at the same time.
His hands found his way into your hair, weaving between each strand to lock around the roots. Though it was mostly rough, there was still an undertone of gentleness in his actions. He used this new position to his full advantage. His hands cupped around your skull and guided you back and forth on him.
His gentleness started to slip away as he became more comfortable. He quickly was pushing and pulling your head in the way he found most pleasing. He was using you for his pleasure.
And you loved every bit of it.
Your eyes darted up and stayed focused on his as they lulled back in his sockets and he moaned aloud.
You had to fight the urge to gag as he began bucking his hips at the same time. He was completely losing himself in you and it felt so good. Your core was dripping, soaking your panties through and dripping down between your thighs.
“Ah, such a good girl,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Such a sweet, sinful mouth.”
You moaned around him in response and the vibrations from your mouth made his knees almost buckle in on themselves. He leaned his head back to gather up the strength to continue fucking your face.
Spit began pooling down your chin out the sides of your mouth from his constant thrusting.
“Fuck, look at you,” he cooed. “Drooling around my cock. This is where you belong isn’t it?”
You pulled off his cock with a wet pop. “Yes, Father,” you agreed. And he was immediately back between your lips. Your mouth had felt so empty even for the split second he was out of it. You craved him inside of you, any hole you could get him in.
His cock began pulsing inside of you as your eyes and nose began to sting with tears.
“So pretty with my cock in that tight mouth.” His hands slowed on the pulling as he started to cradle your face instead, like he had done before. “I’m so close.” He held your head still as his thrusting became more frantic. “Agh!” He moaned.
He came with a shudder as your throat was filled with his hot release.
“Swallow it. All of it. It’s part of your penance, baby. Let my come wash you clean from the inside out,” he breathed as he rode out his high inside of your mouth.
You watched his brown starry eyes as you swallowed down every bit of what he gave you while he fucked himself dry.
His body relaxed as his euphoria came to an end. He smirked down at you, still on your knees before him and chuckled a small laugh. “Such a good, obedient girl,” he observed.
You nuzzled your cheek against his hand as you nodded in agreement, almost begging him for more. You were insatiable at this point, needing every bit he could give you.
It was almost like he could read your mind as he chuckled again, lowly. Your eyes stayed planted on him in complete submission as he pulled you to your wobbly feet. Your legs were sore from kneeling for so long, it almost felt good to stand up again. But you knew you would’ve stayed on your knees for hours if he had only asked.
His lips brushed over yours, swollen from the stretch. He licked up around your mouth to gather up the rogue saliva that had escaped. “You’re so sweet.” His breath was warm against your skin.
His lips then captured yours in an achingly slow kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his, but they allowed him full power over you. As he continued to kiss you, you felt yourself being guided backward against the cool partition.
Your back hit the small shelf in front of the lattice screen, one you had assumed was a bible shelf. You knew he had other things in mind for it though as he hesitantly pulled his lips away. “Turn around,” he whispered.
You obeyed and slowly twirled around to face the wooden wall. His hand snaked its way into your hair again and pushed you down until you were completely bent over and at his mercy. Your breasts were resting against the shelf as you heard rustling behind you. He gathered up the hem of your dress and pooled it around your waist. In one fell swoop, he pulled your panties down around your ankles. The cool air hit you instantly and nearly made you collapse against the wood.
“You’re dripping again already for me, aren’t you?” He asked now. The slickness was sticky between your thighs. “So filthy.”
“Yes, Father,” you replied.
You were met with another laugh, hidden mostly by a sigh of relief. “God, I know calling me that just turns you on, doesn’t it baby? You like calling me that? Huh?”
His accusation sent a jolt to your core as you instinctively brushed up against him. “Y-yes,” you moaned as you felt his cock tickle your thigh.
“You’re such a greedy little thing, aren’t you? Begging for my cock? I bet it’s tight for me,” he whispered as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade. “I’m going to fuck the sin right out of you.” The words danced directly into your ear as chills shivered down your spine.
You glanced back at him as he straightened back up. He lined himself up with your aching hole and wet his tip with your arousal. You were melting like putty in his hands.
Inch by inch, he eased himself inside of you. Stretching out your walls in ways you had only dreamt of. It slightly stung at the sheer intensity of his size and when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he was still pressing deeper.
Finally, you felt his hips press against your backside, meaning he was buried all the way inside of you, deeper than anyone had before.
He all but pulled himself out of you, leaving you feeling empty yet again, and then he slammed back into you. You gasped at the fullness. “Fuck,” you cried.
He waited another moment, allowing you to adjust to him again. He bent over you and splayed his hand underneath you across your abdomen. “You feel me in your stomach? Yeah?” He cooed.
The feeling was too good to even form words. You nodded your head frantically, hoping he would give you even more.
Your back was cold as he stood up once more and placed his hands against your hips to steady himself as he began thrusting in and out of you.
The small and once quiet, sacred room was now filled with the heavy sounds of your panting and the slick noises between you.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “This is your new prayer, your penance. And you’re doing so well for me.”
He started to drill even harsher into you, pushing you harder into the cold partition. Your hand came up to keep yourself from falling over and your fingers each spread into a little hole in the screen to grasp onto. The wood in the lattice wasn’t nearly as smooth as the outside, it felt rough and unsanded under your skin. You pressed your forehead up to the ornate texture, knowing it would leave its mark on you.
It wouldn’t be the only mark you’d walk away with as Father Sebastian’s grip on your hips tightened, enough to leave behind faint bruising.
You whimpered out again. “Oh, F-Father,” you cried. His title was sweet on your lips, it tasted of red wine.
“You’re going to forget the loneliness. The only thing you’ll be able to think of is me filling you so deeply. It’s all you’ll remember.”
You knew it was true, you’d never be able to forget the sensation you were experiencing at that very moment. No hand or toy would ever fuck you the same way.
You felt the coil winding up in your core again, racing you towards a second orgasm.
“P-please,” you started.
“Please what, baby? Use your words,” he breathed.
“Fuck me harder.”
The moment the words left your lips, he quickened his pace. He hit your sensitive spot over and over again, sending shockwaves inside of you, radiating with each thrust.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” He asked, not letting up. “I want you to come all over my cock. Let me feel it, let me feel how sorry you are again.”
Your breath caught in your throat as you felt yourself begin to tip over the edge. It was like water bursting through a dam—hard and all at once. Your legs were like jelly as you felt the waves crash over you. Father Sebastian held you up even through his own second release.
Warmth filled you up again as he released ribbons inside of you. The slick sound amplified as your arousals mixed together in your core. Combined with the heaves you were both exerting, you suddenly became too aware of your practically public rendezvous.
Your cheeks burned crimson at the thought of someone walking in, or waiting their turn to confess and overhearing everything that had just transpired.
But it was also oh so thrilling.
Father Sebastian pulled himself out of you and began fastening his belt again, the clink of metal filling your ears. You still took a moment to collect yourself and even your breathing, leaving yourself completely exposed to him.
He pulled your dress down to cover your bare side up and cleared his throat, and if you hadn’t known any better you could’ve sworn his cheeks were a light shade of pink too.
When your chest evened out, you stood to collect your bearings and pull up your underwear, still damp from earlier.
It felt so cold against you, you got chills on your bare arms.
Father Sebastian turned to face you again. “You… you took your penance so well.” He smiled. “But I think it’s best if you continue seeing me for more… confessions.”
Your blush deepened. You could look anywhere but his eyes. “Yes,” you agreed.
His thumb found its way to under chin and he gently pulled so you would look up at him. “What was that?”
“Yes, Father.”
Crinkles appeared by his soft, brown eyes as he smiled again. “Good girl.” He released your face.
You smoothed out your dress that had crumpled as it had laid around your waist for so long. “I-I um, I’ll see you next week?” You asked, hopeful he’d agree.
He tasted it, letting the time frame savor on his tongue before speaking. “Next week sounds perfect.”
You began exiting out the door from which you had come in and to your relief, there was no one outside waiting. “Goodbye, Father,” you said. And you were out the door.