Bless Me, Father [Str8] [Supernatural] [Oral]

NOTE: I identify as a female demon and this story was written for someone very, very special to me. He knows who he is.

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It is your turn to hear confessions and while you are committed to helping the Children of God by offering them a non-judgmental ear and doling out their penance, your mind is elsewhere today.

The first signs of spring are beginning to break through a hard, long winter – the sky is clear and blue, the sun warm and promising, the birds singing clear and cheerful. On a day like today, you want nothing more than to be outside, walking down the city sidewalks, soaking up the sun and enjoying the fresh spring air.

But instead, you are being relegated to the inside of a cramped, dark confessional, trying to lend a sympathetic ear to the sinners in the parish you’ve be ministering to for the past 6 months.

Some of the sins are paltry and silly, confessed by people who are so paranoid about their salvation that they feel the need to confess even the smallest misdeed. Other confessions are far more serious and concerning in nature and, on days like today, leave you wondering just what on earth humanity is coming to.

You’ve been at it for about an hour and it’s all pretty standard fare.

Tommy Romano, forced by his mother to confess that he had taken $4 from the collection plate at last Sunday’s service. Gina Fitzgerald, an unhappily married woman who confesses that she is having impure thoughts about 17-year-old Billy Henderson. Keith Lancaster confessing that he’d nearly gambled away all of his son’s college fund and had no idea how he was going to live with himself, let alone tell his wife.

When Keith exits the confessional, tears streaming down his face, you close your eyes and lean your head back against the wooden wall, silently asking God to help you get through the rest of your duties.

That’s when you smell it – roses. The smell completely envelopes the confessional and wafts pleasantly in to your nose, causing you to inhale the fresh, sweet fragrance deeply.

You are just beginning to wonder where it is coming from when you notice someone enter the confessional and hear the voice of a woman utter the standard phrase, “Bless me Father for I have sinned….”

You figure the smell was probably coming from the woman – her perfume possibly – and silently wonder who I am since you don’t recognize my voice. I am definitely not one of your regular parishioners.

You notice right away something is….off….with my voice. It reverberates in your ears and travels down your neck, your spine, and ends with a tingle right at the very base of your spine. You’re fairly certain the word “bless” had a serpentine sound to it – like it was being hissed in a seductive, and somewhat frightening, manner.

“It has been…….many, many years since my last confession,” I continue, laughing slightly as I utter that last sentence.

You look toward the privacy grille and know you won’t see much of me on the other side, but you can see a faint outline of me and you’re fairly certain, as alarming as it is, that my eyes are green because you believe you see them glowing back at you. I don’t continue with the customary “and I accuse myself of the following sins” and you’re not quite sure how to proceed. This has never happened before.

“My list of sins is far too long for this visit,” I continue, “and the greatest sin has yet to come.”

You are confused and intrigued. Also slightly embarrassed because you can feel a stirring in your loins as my voice passes through your ears and although you know it is very wrong to feel this way while conducting confession, you can’t help yourself. “What is your greatest sin,” you ask, feeling the pressure building between your legs.

You look toward the privacy grille and there is no mistaking it – this time a pair of bright, green glowing eyes is staring back at you.

“Why, my greatest sin is…..you, Father David,” I answer. You have no idea who I am or how I know your name, but your curiosity is about to get you into an awful lot of trouble.

“Who are you?” you demand. “And what do you want?”

But there is no answer because I am not in the confessional any longer. You didn’t hear or see me leave, but I am not there. You stand up quickly and exit your section of the confessional.

The church is empty and eerily quiet. You scan the church pews and it’s there that you see the outline of someone sitting in the very front row. You silently wonder (and hope) it’s me.

You make your way up the aisle, the sound of your shoes echoing on the marble floor.

You get to the front of the church and stand in front of me, your breath catching in your throat as you lay eyes upon me.

I sit in the pew facing the front of the church, glowing green eyes penetrating right through you. My body, which is a sin in itself, is tightly wrapped up in a short, black, leather dress that leaves very little to the imagination. My more than ample breasts are barely being contained by the lace-up bodice of the dress. My slender legs are all laced up in a pair of knee-high black leather boots.

Long, dark hair with streaks of purple, green and blue trails down the middle of my back.

You notice my skin has a flawless, almost porcelain-like look to it, and that it also appears to have a slight lavender tinge to it. My lips are full and red and are currently smiling rather lasciviously at you.

“Well, hello Father David,” I purr. “I was ever so hopeful that you’d come looking for me.”

You can’t take your eyes off me and notice it’s not just a stirring between your legs now, but a full-scale raging hard-on that is threatening to burst out of your pants. You silently pray to God to help you keep focus, to help you resist temptation.

“Oh don’t bother with prayer in this case,” I say, smiling devilishly. “God can’t help you when it comes to me or your….little situation,” my gaze wanders between your legs and I run my tongue over my lips.

The blood is rushing so fast to your swollen dick that you feel as though you might pass out. You take a seat beside me, but not too close, because, as delicious as I look, your sense of caution is on high alert.

You try to pull yourself together and say, “Who are you and how do you know my name?”

I laugh sexily. “I know everything about you Father David,” I answer you. “In fact, you’re the very reason I’m here.” You are confused but your mind is wandering into dangerous territory – thinking incredibly impure thoughts about me and unable to focus on much else.

“You see,” I continue, “I have been a very, very, very bad girl and I am in need of salvation. And you’re just the man who can give me that salvation.”

I get up and stand in front of you – giving you a chance to drink in every inch of my hot, sinful, body.

I slowly drop down to my knees and spread your legs apart. You know this is wrong….so very wrong…..but you’re past the point of caring anymore. You’re going to give in to me – to pure Temptation – and there’s nothing that can stop you from making this choice.

I lick my lips as my delicate hands make short work of undoing your pants. Your cock springs free and I look up at you with a lusty smile.

“Oh Father,” I coo. “Look at what you were trying to hide from me.”

You watch as my tongue slips between my lips and you notice it is forked. You’re beginning to think I’m not entirely human, but then you think you don’t really care what I am because you’re betting I’m going to suck your dick like a fucking pro.

My tongue snakes over your cock, warm and wet. Flicking and licking, leaving it slippery with my saliva. You watch and moan as I spit on your cock and stroke it with my small hand.

I position myself over your cock, pretty mouth wide open, and keep my eyes locked on yours as your cock disappears into my mouth. Inch by inch, it just keeps going and going, all the way down my throat.

“Oh fuck,” you moan. “Oh my fucking God.”

I start sucking, working that cock like someone who has had thousands of years to become an expert cocksucker. You had women before you pledged your life to God and you can’t remember any one of them sucking your cock like this. You watch me move up and down on your cock, sucking, licking, massaging, every last inch, no gagging or choking.

“That’s it, suck that cock,” you moan. “Mmmm yeah, suck that cock you fucking devil.”

Your words spur me on and you start to feel like I am going to suck the life force right out of you.

Something inside you lets go and before I have a chance to react, you’re up on your feet. You pull me up with you and tear open the bodies of my dress, exposing my full, round, firm tits. Your mouth immediately finds my nipple and begins to suck, lick and nip, causing me to moan with intense pleasure.

Your other hand reaches between my legs to find I am not wearing any panties and my pussy is dripping wet and ready for you.

“Wet little bitch aren’t you,” you growl in between sucking and licking my perfect pink nipples.

You shove your fingers inside me and I squeal with evil delight. It makes me shiver with pure, unadulterated lust to know that you, a man of the cloth, are allowing yourself to be corrupted by me. This is what I came for after all.

“Mmmm, yes Father, feel that pussy and relish how tight and wet it is,” I growl in your ear. “I am Temptation and you are mine.”

My words drive you mad with lust, and maybe even a bit of rage because I am tempting you into a sin greater than anything you’ve ever known. Sin you can’t turn back from or take back. Sin that may never be forgiven by The One you pledged your life to.

We are in your church, a place where you minister to the Children of God and help them follow the righteous path, and yet here you are, consumed by lust, finger-fucking a real, living (relatively), breathing (sort of) demon who just finished deep throating your cock.

You remove your fingers from my slippery cunt and slip them into my mouth. I suck them dry of my juices.

You grab me by my throat and force me onto my back on the cool marble floor. As my skin touches the floor there is a rumbling and a long, thin crack begins to form in the once pristine stone. A few pieces of the ceiling crash down around us, but neither of us pays much attention.

You hike up the skimpy material of my skirt and spread my legs apart. I wrap them around your back, drawing you close to me.

“Fuck me Father, for I have sinned,” I hiss, lust dripping from my forked tongue. “I’ve been waiting thousands of years for your holy cock to redeem my unholy cunt.”

You violently thrust your cock deep into my demonic pussy and begin pumping deep inside me.

I writhe and moan underneath you, your thrusts so forceful the crack in the marble deepens as my back is pushed deeper into the floor.

As you fuck me, you grab the cross that hangs around your neck and tear it off. You lean in close to me, fucking me long and deep, and press the cross to my forehead.

I scream as it burns my flesh. The smell of roses fills the air and my skin sizzles and smokes. You watch as my teeth elongate and my veins begin to turn dark purple, tracing a map all over my body.

“You are mine now, you hellish harlot,” you seethe at me, fucking me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone in your entire life. The tip of your cock slamming into my cervix as you impale me on your holy rod.

I moan and scream, body contorting, legs wrapping tighter around you, pulling you deeper and deeper into me. My green eyes glowing with sparks of brimstone, canines sharp and ready to sink in to some delicate and tender part of your flesh.

The marble floor beneath us continues to rumble and crack, the statues of Him and His mother that stand in the church now beginning to crumble as a result of our most unholy union.

“You will take my cum like the good demon slut you are and we will be forever bound,” you say to me, as you pull your cock out of my pussy. I admire how slick it is with my juices.

You straddle my face, hand on your dick, jerking yourself off over my mouth, which is wide open and ready to receive.

“This is your holy communion,” you say as you prepare to unleash your load all over me.

Thick ropes of creamy white cum shoot out from your cock and onto my waiting tongue. I gulp it down like a starving child.

I sit up and finish it off by putting your cock back in my mouth and sucking it dry. I revel in the taste of my pussy on your cock, mixed with the cum that coats my throat.

The cross you pressed into my forehead has turned to ashes and there is now a scar on my forehead that will be permanent. It marks me as yours, so that anyone who looks upon me, angel, demon or pathetic human, will know.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/asovqp/bless_me_father_str8_supernatural_oral