Confessional

“I am listening.”

Eve sighed, shakily. She’d got herself here, in more ways than one. She glanced at the door and thought about leaving, but what would that achieve. She needed to face her issues, and this was the first step.

“There is no judgement,” the voice encouraged.

Eve peered at the carved wood to her left, behind which sat the priest. A small mesh disc was encircled by beautifully chiselled wood that had been adorned with different flowers and animals. He couldn’t see her which gave her some comfort.

“None at all?” she asked.

“None at all,” he confirmed and she was sure she could hear him smiling. His voice was deep and she imagined he was older than her, but he didn’t sound frail enough to elderly.

“I’m an addict,” she admitted, her words rushed.

It had taken Eve a long time to realise it. She wasn’t so much ashamed, and she’d never intended to stop until she’d got into a relationship. But now she saw temptation everywhere, and she needed to do this for her boyfriend.

“An addict?”

“Yes,” she said, and wondered if that was enough honesty. “Addicted to men.”

Her boyfriend was religious, and he didn’t believe in intimacy before marriage. It ironic that the pair should fall in love, and the lack of stimulation was proving difficult for Eve. She couldn’t keep it to herself any longer.

“I see,” he said, and she was sure there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“I see temptation everywhere but I’m with someone now. My body burns to feel a man again but I can’t hurt him.”

A small hatch between the booths twitched.

“Is he a man of god?”

“He is.”

“And he won’t touch you?”

“No.”

“Or let you touch him?”

Her crotch felt warm as she imagined the feeling of it being full. “No.”

“You miss it.”

The priest seemed to understand. “I do. The feeling. The taste. Even the smell.”

“What would you do to feel a man again?”

Eve paused. It seemed like a weird question. She was trying to confess.

But his question made her mind race. She’d do anything to feel a cock in her hands again, or to taste a hard earned load.

“What would you do?” he nudged.

“Anything,” she admitted. She realised this was part of the process. Admit her weakness.

The hatch shifted again, pushed open by something. Eve frowned and lifted it, gasping as the pink tip of a cock appeared from the other booth. She stared in silence, waiting for the priest to speak. But he did not. He simply pushed his hips forward until two fat balls popped over the divide.

Temptation. It wasn’t what she expected, but it was clever.

Hang a thick, long, veiny cock before her and see if she can resist. See if she can keep her faith.

See if she could ignore the sheer length of the beast. Or if she could turn a blind eye to the way it curved down like none she’d sampled before.

Eve leaned in to smell his musk. A bead of cloudy liquid oozed from the tip, hanging in the air on a thin string. She pushed out her tongue and let the bead land, sighing at the salty taste she’d dreamed of.

She reached out and rolled his balls between her fingers. Looking wasn’t enough. She needed to touch. It had been months.

Her fingers glided up the shaft and she grinned as the cock twitched from her gentle touch. It was so big. It would fill her up so much.

Eve was aware that the inside of her pants was warm and wet. If she wasn’t wearing a skirt she’d probably have a stain on her crotch. She reached beneath and began to feel her wetness, and then she spread it across the cock.

The priest pushed himself against the divide, urging her for more.

Eve grasped the cock and began to rub. It was like she was squeezing the precum from him; each pump of her hand sending more oozing to the floor. All she could do was fall to her knees and let it pour into her mouth, swallowing every drop greedily.

Quietly, Eve pulled her soaked panties off and hung them around his cock. Her pussy was hot and she was struggling to ignore it. Her own fingers weren’t enough, no matter how many she tried.

Maybe if she just wrapped her mouth around it that would be enough. She tried, slurping as she swallowed as much as she could, but still left so much shaft untouched. She gagged a little as the tip hit her throat, smiling on his cock as the familiar taste filled her mouth. She tried to thank him, but the words came out as a gargle.

And still her pussy burned.

Eve pulled away and eyed the bare cock hungrily.

Then she turned away.

She bent over and lined it up to her hole, and then slowly pushed back.

“Yes!” she whispered as she felt it fill her. Her whole body seemed to relax as the cock buried itself into her pussy, filling her with every inch.

Her ass was pressed against the divide and she waited with bated breath.

With no warning she was getting fucked. The cock showed no grace or mercy, it fucked her hard, and it fucked her fast. The wood shook between them but Eve didn’t care. All she could do was plant her hands on the other side of the booth for support and try not to scream. Her legs were like jelly and her hips were shaking, but she didn’t pull away.

She needed this.

The cock’s downward curve hit all the right spots and Eve wanted to beg it to never stop. Keep her in this state, soaked and quivering for all eternity. She didn’t want to feel empty again.

Time was a blur as the cock stretched her. Soon Eve was hanging almost limply in the air, her body completely broken by the sheer pleasure that had overcome her. The cock never slowed and its force never eased. She was a hole it wanted to fill, and it did just that. She didn’t care: this was the life she missed.

The tell tale twitch came from the cock and Eve tried to pull away. She didn’t want it to stop but if it kept going the fun would be over. If she could pull her body away she could buy herself more time.

The booth wasn’t big enough and she couldn’t escape. She pulled away and the cock followed, the tip and at least two other inches still thrusting into her. She whimpered as she realised what was to come.

Who was she to deny him his needs? Who was she to pull away?

Eve jiggled her ass to tease the head of the cock, a move no guy had been able to resist before. A second later she felt it twitch, and then a ribbon of cum sprayed into her. The priest pulled away as the next spurt arched through the air and covered her ass.

Seeing her opportunity, Eve span around and knelt on the ground. The third spray caught her chin, but she managed to wrap her mouth around the tip as the rest pumped out. Ribbons of warm, salty goo were emptied from his swollen balls, filling her mouth until she had no choice but to swallow. Eve grinned as she wanked the cock, licking up any stray beads that had escaped.

Once he was empty the priest did not pull away. He left his cock hanging through the hatch for her to play with as long as she needed. He understood her needs like she understood his.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gn0h1f/confessional