The leg shaking gets me every time….hard as a diamond in an ice storm.
Ihr Gesichtsausdruck wenn ihr Arsch in Besitz genommen wird. ……
Send me that in my ask. I want to write you a good one and it’s getting late. I don’t want to forget it
((I might go to hell for this one))
I hated going to church on Sundays. So much so that I only went once a year. After I graduated high school there was no reason for me to go with my family so now I only go on Easter mass. I always seem to squirrel out of the other holidays. I crossed my arms as we walked into the church, fixing my black pencil skirt that was probably to short for the occasion but…Why did I care? I didn’t.
My family found a seat at some pews in the back and I sat down for a moment, letting out a long, annoyed breath. One by one my family wandered to the confessional and then came back, taking up their seat again. Finally it was my turn, last but not least, of course.
I settled on the small, leather cushioned bench and shifted uncomfortably. It was always unnerving telling your secrets to an anonymous man on the other side of the screen. But the more I thought about it, the more my mind gave way to awful thoughts…Awful thoughts that might make this confession a little more fun.
I heard the door on the other side creak open and the man settled and adjusted his robes. After a moment of silence I spoke “Bless my father, for I have sinned”
“Go ahead, my child”
His voice was low…husky and had the slightest hint of an accent. Possibly Italian? Maybe Spanish. I couldn’t know for certain. All I knew was that it sent shivers through my entire being. I took my bottom lip between my teeth a moment before speaking “I have committed…carnal sins” I whispered lowly. My mouth was already going dry.
“All can be forgiven, child”
There was that raspy, foreign voice again. I was beginning to feel intoxicated on the sweet lilt of the sound “Even sodomy? Even spanking? Even if I’ve tasted another woman?”
There was a long silence and finally he spoke “That requires…Special punishment” The words fell from him in a low growl.
My hands trembled just slightly. I’d only been trying to get a rise out of him but now…He was returning the favor and I wasn’t sure how to handle it “What kind of punishment?” It was a stupid question I already knew the answer to.
“Are you wearing a dress, my child?”
“Yes” My knees spread on instinct “I’m wearing a skirt”
“The stand up and lift your skirt” His instructions are clear and firm, leaving no room to argue.
My hands shake as I slowly lift the silky black material. The screen that separates us keeps me from seeing his face but I wonder if he can see me.
He makes a sound of approval and I can hear the smirk in his voice “You’re wearing stockings. How lovely” His words are smooth and mocking and just those sweet tenor notes are making me wet.
“Rip a hole in them. I want that lovely pussy exposed”
I don’t hesitate and reach down, tearing a sizable hole in the stockings I only ever wear to church. “Come closer and lift your shirt, child”
I hobble closer, skirt pulled up around my waist as I lift my shirt and expose the simple black lace bra I’m wearing “That bra is quite pretty but it’s in the way” He says simply.
I don’t need the order to push the cups of the bra up, exposing my breasts to him “Those are quite nice…Look at that. You’re getting quite excited, aren’t you?”
I whimper and nod slowly “Are you wet? Pull your panties aside. Let me see”
Slowly I pull the crotch of my panties away, showing him my shaved pussy. The smell of sweat and sex is filling the cramped confessional and It’s drawing me even deeper in. “Put your fingers inside…” He sounds more eager, more excited and without a second thought I push two fingers into my own, tight warmth, feeling the thick wetness running down my finger’s and along my wrist. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.
“Press your breasts against the screen” He whispered “And fuck yourself with those beautiful fingers.”
I press myself against the then, mesh screen and start to thrust into my own hole over and over again, trying to stay quiet. I lose it, though, when I feel fingers on the other side reach out and caress my already hard nipples and then there is a hot wetness as his tongue brushes over them. I cry out just once and slap my free hand over my mouth as the anonymous tongue explores my breasts without reserve. I pull my hand away just enough to whimper “Oh fuck…” My lips brushing against the screen as my mouth falls open in a silent scream.
My orgasm rolls through me like a damn freight train. My legs nearly give out and I fall against the screen, grasping the sides of the confessional as I finish hard. The thick cum has begun to drip from me and pooled on the wooden floor leaving a small puddle for the next few parishioners to question.
I’m surprised to hear him speak over my own heavy breathing “You’re forgiven, child”
With that I hear the door on the other side open and close. Just like that he’s gone. I have to take a moment to fix my skirt and blouse, pausing a moment to remove my soaked tights and panties. I ball them up and shove them in my purse before stumbling out, letting the smell of my own arousal waft into the church hall. My family asks me what took so long and I shake my head, not answering and settling in for the rest of the service.
After the last sermon was read I stood and made my way to the exit, making sure I was the first one there and smirked a moment, digging through my purse and getting my panties and stockings. I pull them out and shove them into the donation box before exiting the church completely.
Got a little bored tonight and whipped this up! Gonna have it on a lovely model soon!
How is everyone? Any questions? I’m feeling chatty.