Kneel

Agnostic. I was an agnostic. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure there was a higher entity of some description anymore, or if there was an afterlife, and if there was I was most certainly going to hell ; that I was sure of. I grew up being forced to go to church as a child and all the way through to my teens, attending two prestigious Catholic schools as a child which also reinforced my beliefs. I often questioned my faith as I grew older and bad things happened to me; if God was real then why did all these horrific things happen to me? It was a question that had stuck and lingered, even up till today as a twenty year old woman.

For the past several months enroute to my new office, I've passed by the small village church that stands lonely amongst the russet painted trees. There’s something about walking past it each day that’s somehow drawn me back to giving faith another chance. And there was something about it this evening that made it glow in the dusk and enticed me more than usual. My feet now pulling me to the church; the crunch of the leaves beneath my feet and wind whistling filled the air.

My cold hand grasps the brass handles and pulls it to reveal the interior of the building. The thud of the door closing behind me made me jump and move myself further into the entryway, a warmer air hitting me as the door latches. My heels making contact with the tiled floor were now echoeing through the church, the noise subconsciously making me tread lighter. I made my way through the nave until I found a pew closer to the front that appealed to me and sat down. A wave of relief and calm was interrupted by a scuffle close by. A tall dark haired priest stood in a doorway, which I’m guessing led to the presbytery, staring at me. I return my focus back to my clasped hands.

He walked closer to me, “Hmm, not genuflecting to the tabernacle?” he said in a questionable tone. My head whipped back round to face him.

“Judging from that look you have no idea what I just said and thought it was gibberish or you’ve realised ‘oh shit I forgot to do that’? Now, which one is it?” he laughs playfully as I stare, almost in shock from the profanity that exited his sweet supple lips.

“I -” I stutter

“Look, just because I’m a priest doesn’t mean I don’t say the odd profanity. I just make sure to pray extra hard that day.”

I can’t help but stare. Whoever hired him must have been crazy, surely they knew women would go mad over him? Now he was closer to me, I could see the grey hairs scattered within his dark locks. He must be in his mid thirties at least, but fuck he looked hot. He looked so damn hot. I heard him clear his throat which snapped me out of my daze.

“My apologies Father, it’s been a while, and by while I mean several years. When I stand up and leave the pew later, I'll make sure I kneel and make the sign of the cross.” I say nervously, indicating to him I hadn't forgot what to do. He could tell I was apprehensive. He sits down next to me.

“It’s okay to be unsure. We all doubt God and stray from time to time. Even I do, particularly when I indulge in the take away that's around the corner and they mess up my order. Do you want to talk about it?” he gestures to the confessional on the other side of the room. I silently nod in agreement; he stands and walks over to the confessional, he tells me to come in when I’m ready. I hear the door of the booth close, I take a moment to sit in silence before I follow, making sure I kneel and genuflect when I exit the pew. I perch myself on the seat in the booth before letting out a sigh.

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen”

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 5 years ago.”

“Now, tell me what’s on your mind. What’s brought you back to the church?”

“I can’t say that I know why I’m here in all honesty. I just had this overwhelming urge to come. I've sinned, I’ve sinned and I don’t know what to do. I’ve been having these really corrupt thoughts father…” I trail off, almost regretting saying I had corrupt thoughts. Did I really want to speak my ungodly sins to this man?

“It’s okay, whatever you say is safe with me. No judgement.”

“No judgement?”

“None at all.”

“Well in that case as a woman of candor, I’ve been having these perverted thoughts, carnal almost. I sleep with men to fill this missing piece within me, they never satisfy. They’re gross,they make me feel gross and they don’t make me feel good. All I want is a mind-bending, leg shaking orgasm that I don’t have to give myself. There’s this hunger inside of me, lust, a need to be touched, a need to be pleased. Father, I just want to feel pleasure… I need it.” I cry out.

“What is it about being touched that you enjoy so much?”

I plant my head against the wall as I prepare to answer his question, “It’s the feeling like my whole body is on fire from the simplest of touches. Wanting to be absolutely ravished in every way possible. To be consumed by it. To feel helpless as I’m in a complete world of euphoria. It just -” I was so caught up in what I was saying I didn’t hear him leave the booth, he opened my door standing tall above me. I froze, unsure what to do or say. He stays silent but beckons me to come out, though confused I oblige. I stand and follow him as he walks to the altar.

“On your knees & close your eyes.” he demands. Our eyes lock, a mutual feeling of desire building. I kneel and close my eyes and trust what he’s asking me to do. I hear a zip and a hitched breath. His finger traced over my bottom lip, my mouth naturally parting slightly.

“Open your eyes,” he says. As I open them, in front of me is his hard cock, already dripping with precum. My eyes widened at his length, “Is this what you want? To please and to be pleased?”

“Yes Father”

“Now, be a good little Catholic slut and open that pretty little mouth for me.” his cock soon slips past my pouting lips filling my mouth and making me gag on his length. His hands now fisting my blonde hair, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. My tongue swirling around his tip, my head bobbing up and down. He throws his head back in pleasure, moans emitting from his mouth, almost hymn-like. “That’s it good fucking girl. You really know how to work a cock don’t you? God help me for breaking my celibacy vows” he groans out as he continues to fuck my face. Mascara now smudged as my eyes start to well up. He pulls away from my mouth, my spit covering his cock, now glistening in the light.

He pulls me by my wrist up from the floor and lifts me up onto the altar and hitches up my skirt exposing my black lace panties. He hooks his digits around the fabric and pulls them off eagerly, now revealing my pink wet pussy, already dripping for him. His fingers brush over my centre, sending a shiver over me.

“Please…” I moan out

“Please what slut?”

“Please pleasure me and use me completely at your disposal.” I moan. He takes a moment to look into my eyes which were now transfixed on his, he could tell how badly I was craving a real mans touch. He slides his fingers into me, curving them slightly and hitting my g-spot, making me arch my back in response to his touch. He then lowers himself to his knees and brings his lips closer to my wetness. He begins to plant soft kisses on my inner thighs, already shuddering and begging him to taste me. He neared my lips and finally began to use his tongue, my clit being enraptured by him. He swirls and sucks my clit, every single nerve being stimulated in the most incredible way possible. His pace with his fingers and tonuge picking up quickly and bringing me right to the edge before stopping. I let out a whine in protest.

“Oh did you think I was going to let you cum little lamb?,” he let out a chuckle, “Not in the slightest chance am I going to let you cum yet. You’ve got to repent for your confession earlier and my, my young lady do I have penance for you. Get up and bend over.”

The altar was a perfect height to bend me over, comfortable to lean over. I hear him move away from behind me, I stay focused on the tabernacle and wait. A cold hard thud across my ass suddenly jolted me into the hard wood of the altar. He had picked up a decently sized wooden cross and spanked me with it.

“Now your penance is to take ten of these across that bare perky ass of yours. After each spank I want you to say ‘Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.’ Got it?”

“Yes”

“Yes what?” he said whilst pulling my hair

“Yes Father”

“That’s the obedient Catholic girl I like to see. One…” he uttered out as the first spank came down across my ass.

“Father, I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent.

Father I am sorry for these impure thoughts and I repent”

And that was the final one I had to take. My knees wouldn't stop buckling and my vision becoming blurry from the tears in my eyes. He gives me a second to recollect myself before soothing my raw red ass with his hands, gently caressing my cheeks.

"Oh my God." I whimper out

“Even he can't help you right now. You're not in his hands anymore, you're in my hands. You currently have no escape, your only option right here, right now is to obey. Now, every good Catholic girl should have one of these,” he stated holding a palm sized cross, “it’s a way for you to feel closer to God. And if you’re really good you should be filling your hole with God and no other man. You’re devoted to me and devoted to God and this pleasure we're giving you. Ours and only ours to share.” and as he said this he slid the small wooden cross into my soaking pussy, sliding in and out, back and forth. I felt that I was going to cum just like this, a complete mess before the Lord, knowing I’m being pleasured by a man of God.

“Father please can I cum. Please.”

“Fuck I love it when you beg for me and yes, yes you can. Be that little whore you know you are and fucking fall apart.” he says continuing to thrust in and out of me,

“Jesus Christ I’m cumming.” I cry as I dig my nails into my palms.

Without warning he swapped the cross out for his still hard cock, he slid into me stretching me more than I’ve ever been stretched before. He places his hands on my hips and fucks me hard and deep, each thrust making me dumber and dumber as I fall into a spiral of pure bliss. I could tell he was close as he started to twitch every so often.

“Are you ready to take Fathers load in that tight cunt?”

“Yes Father, I’m going to cum again too.”

We both release in unison and fall apart, breathless and sweaty.