You might not guess it to look at me now, but I was raised a good, pure Catholic girl. Everyone in the congregation thought I was an angel. The only person who knew better was Father Patrick. He was the beginning of my love affair with religious blasphemy phone sex.
I had to go to Father Patrick. I mean, that’s what he’s there for, right? To hear your confession? I thought he would help me. But when he heard me confess about the naughty thoughts I was having all the time, about the way I touched myself whenever I had a few moments alone, the way I just couldn’t think about anything other than finding out what it felt like to have a thick, hard cock filling my juicy cunt. . . he said he had a very special way to help me.
Father Patrick said that I needed more than a few Hail Marys and Our Fathers to learn my lesson. He said that if I wanted to act like a filthy, sinning, whore, he would treat me like a filthy, sinning, whore. I didn’t know whether to be scared or turned on as he dragged me up the center aisle of the church to the altar. I was about have my first experience with some religious blasphemy phone sex.
He ordered me to strip naked right there in the chancel. I was stammering, and my face was red, but he ordered me to do my penance as ordered, and I couldn’t refuse. He was the Reverend Father. He used my tights to tie me down onto the altar, and my whole body trembled as he dripped hot wax from the sacred candles onto my naked breasts. I whimpered and moaned, but the Father just said, “Burn, whore, you know you deserve it.”
He untied me, and forced me to my knees right in front of the pulpit. My eyes widened when I saw the huge holy sceptre he pulled out of his pants. “Suck, you godless slut,” he commanded, and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. I could barely breathe as he forced it down my throat, making me choke on that hard cock. He withdrew from my mouth, and slapped my face with that huge dick. He jerked me roughly to my feet, and said, “Bend over under the eyes of Christ and do your penance, slut.” He bent me over the altar, and I looked up into the face of the crucified Lord, as he shoved his cock deep into my tight ass. I screamed as he filled that tight, virgin hole. He told me that this way, I could keep my virgin cunt pure until marriage, and do my penance for the Lord at the same time.
I wanted to be a good girl, and truly do my penance, but before long, my legs were shaking, I was moaning, and my body was convulsing in long, intense orgasms. When he had finished, shooting his hot, creamy cum all over my ass, Father Patrick informed me that I obviously had enjoyed my penance a little too much. He said that I would have to come back next week for more penance until the dirty, slutty desires were fucked out of me. I can’t tell you how exciting it is to take the Father’s cock in the filthiest of ways, and each week he found new ways to humiliate me and do the most depraved things to me all over the church.
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