A Good Catholic
We have been dating for 6mths now. Our relationship was unique. I loved that you dominated me and you loved how pliant I was. We had a sex bucket list and had already fulfilled one through four (cruise, hotel rooftop, sex club, and parents bed). Number five was my personal favorite, sex in the choir loft during Mass. We went to a weekday Mass, because those didn’t have music so we wouldn’t be interrupted.
I work a flower dress that hit just above my knees, and three inch heels. They made my ass/pussy line directly up with your cock. I didn’t put a bra on, or panties knowing you’d want full access to both areas. Walking up to the church my heart was beating fast in anticipation. I gripped my necklace absentmindedly twirling it between my fingers. Your hand on my hip felt like it was burning through my clothes. You leaned over and whispered “are you wet yet my princess?”
You knew just asking me that made my insides quiver. I stutter stepped and just smiled back at you. We had reached the massive doors, and you opened one for me, swatting my ass as I walked past. I quickly crossed myself with holy water and turned to the right to go up to the choir loft. You were so close behind me you lifted the hem of my dress and slid a finger in when I took the first step up. Every step you slid your finger in then out. By the top stair your finger was glistening with my juices. I turned and licked your finger off then went to the kneeler and selfishly prayed I’d get fucked good and hard by you and that the Priest got distracted enough in Mass by the sight of us in the choir loft. You knelt next to me and whispered your own type of prayer, though you’ve never been Catholic it was nice that you did sometimes attend Mass with me, even if it was to finger my pussy until I squirmed with need.
We sat back on the only pew up there and you slid your hand up my thigh. You didn’t touch my pussy lips yet, but I could feel the heat from your hand radiating on it. We sat there waiting for Mass to start, each getting more and more turned on. Finally the first reading was about to start and you turned fully toward me telling me to get down on my knees. You unzipped your pants and your semi hard cock flopped out against my eager lips. I looked up at you while taking your entire length into my mouth. I could feel it sliding into my throat cutting off my air supply. My gag reflex started to kick in just as you pulled my hair allowing me to breathe. Then you slammed back into my mouth making a squish sound as my saliva slipped out down my chin. You looked over the balcony and then back to me, a small smirk on your face. I started sucking you harder and faster wanting your cum to slide down my throat. You had other ideas though and stopped me. Pulling me up and moving us to stand behind the pew.
You bent me over it. My eyes directly locked with the priest as he started the homily. You leaned over my back and whispered “now be a good Catholic girl for Daddy and stay quiet.” I bit my lip, as you guided your thick head to my entrance. When you pushed inside I felt my muscles stretch against you. The rough sex we had the night before left me a little sore, but I enjoyed the feeling of pain mixed with the pleasure. I felt your hands grab my hips as you slid mostly back out then slammed hard back into me. I grabbed the pew arching my back trying not to cry out. You growled into my ear “oh princess you feel so good.” Your hands moved up one stopping at my breast the other to curl around my neck. You pull me back against you, slipping out my breasts. My eyes still locked with the priest I hear him catch his breath at the display being played out in his choir loft. A small moan escapes me as I feel you fucking me faster. You tighten your grip on my neck while twisting and pulling my nipples.
I feel an orgasm building and start begging you to let me cum. You keep telling me beg harder if I really wanted it. Moans keep escaping my mouth as I try to quietly beg you to let me cum. I feel you getting thicker knowing you’re close and switch from begging you to let me cum to begging for you to fill me with your cum. Telling you I want you to fill my waiting womb with your potent sperm. You lean me back over the pew as the first row gets up to start communion I feel your stream shoot into me and you grunt into my ear “cum for me princess.” Your permission sends me tumbling over the edge. As you hold my body while my orgasm subsides I focus back on what is going on around us and realize it’s almost time for us to take communion.
You pull out of me painting my ass with some of the cum that came back out. Then smacked my ass and told me to get myself down there and face the priest. As I straightened up and slide my breasts back into my dress. Trying to keep your cum inside me as I walk downstairs to get communion from the priest. My mind ticks off another bucket list and a smile plays across my face as the priest holds up the waifer and says “the body of Christ” when my eyes meet his I hear his breath pause. I say “Amen father” and step to the side.
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