Bless Me Father for I am Currently Sinning

Everyone is above 18. But some holy vows are most definitely being broken. Sacrilege ahead.

I (26F) was raised catholic in a fairly conservative Latino family. Sex was never a talking point. I was heavily sheltered from it. This resulted in a pretty intense phase of sexual exploration when I finally got out of my childhood prison.

I soon came to find that I have an increasingly high libido and love to have anything and anyone in my mouth or body. I love the feeling of cock deep in me. I love boobs squishing up against me. I love pussy pressed against my lips. (Any of my lips) I carried these urges with me when I moved to San Francisco for college where I earned a bachelor’s in music. After graduation, I found a nice studio apartment that came cheap due to being right next to a large catholic mega church. But not the classic Latin chanting kind. The sort of upbeat and wannabe-young-and-hip kind of place. A far cry from my childhood orthodox mass. My first Saturday night of constant blaring Jesus music explained my low rent. But it could’ve been worse. I was busy day to day trying to further my music career, so I hardly noticed the church. Until, of course, that flier blew into my windshield.

An ad for a lead vocalist for the church. $30 an hour Saturdays, Sundays, and some rehearsal days. It was perfect. Right next door. Well paid. Easy work. It was a steal. Except for the last line. “Must be an active member of the church.” Fuck.

I decided to apply anyway and got to the interview process. I did my best to avoid bringing up my sexual nature throughout the interview. And I definitely utilized my childhood indoctrination to pass off as someone at least tangentially catholic. But for some reason I couldn’t lie about how long it had been since my last confession. Nearly a decade at that point. In order to get the job, I would need to attend the next Saturday mass as well as go to confession. Great.

So there I was. Sitting in the dark confession booth ready to get it over with. I did the the cross signing and the bless me father schpiel. Then I dove right in. If I was gonna be forced to do this, I was gonna make the best out of it. I talked about the time I was spitroasted by two seniors in my freshman year of college. I enlightened the priest on how it feels to suck two cocks while riding a third. I had to mention 69ing with a girl I met at a coffee shop the past week. Couldn’t forget the time I gave a guy a hand job in music theory. Or sucked off my accompanist while rehearsing for a recital. I let him know how many sex toys I have, how often I use them, and which are my favorites. I told him how much I loved to feel cum dripping down my face and into my mouth. I emphasized that the taste of cum made me go wild. But not as wild as when I feel it dripping out of my soaking pussy. I believe I also revealed that I was currently wet from reminiscing about all the sex I’ve had. I could feel my pussy leaking through the fabric of my modest but form fitting skirt, creating a damp spot on the bench. Somehow, my hand found its way between my legs as I told the priest about the time I was DPed in a laundromat. By then I was feeling very hot and antsy. My fingers worked at my clit while I pressed my other hand against the booth wall. I was getting lost in the motion when I heard a throat being cleared.

The priest. Fuck, I forgot he was there. He sounded younger than I thought he would. “Those are quite the sins. I can suggest some penance. Although I don’t know how much it would help…” I was ready to take the lecture and definitely lose the vocalist job. The priest continued. “The house of the lord requires your services. You cannot expect to serve the Lord if you serve your own carnal desires. So you must return the gifts that God gave you back to his house. You understand?” I didn’t have time to respond before I heard the faint whisper of a zipper. What…?

A moment later, the priest’s shadow was cast over the iron grate separating the two of us. And a 7 inch cock slid through a hole in the grate. Erect and dripping precum. My mouth began to water. My hand wrapped around the shaft before I could stop it. I stroked him gently at first then brought my mouth closer and licked the sweet precum off the tip. He groaned in response so I took the tip between my lips and swirled my tongue around and around before taking his length into my throat. My nose pressed against the grate. I could smell his sweat and cologne and my pussy dripped even more. I began to slide my mouth along his shaft back and forth. Feeling him throbbing against my tongue. My fingers reached through the grate to fondle his balls as I took his manhood to the back of my throat and deeper. I slid his cock out of my mouth with a loud plop. Hoping no one was just outside, I slid the priest’s dick between my thighs, already slick with my juices, and began to hump against the grate. His thick dick sliding between my legs, occasionally slipping up and grazing my pussy lips. I felt him reach through the grate and grab my low cut top and pull it down to reveal my small perky tits. He began to fondle my hard nipples as I stroked his dick, wet with my own juices.

The priest began to pump his dick against my hand as he pulled me into the grate. My face pressed against one of the holes and his mouth was waiting on the other side. Our tongues darted out to meet as I rubbed his cock head against my pussy. But then…

He pulled away. I squirmed desperately against the grate as his dick disappeared on the other side and his strong hands abandoned my body. Fucker. He said, “Now recite the act of contrition.”

“Fuck you.” I spat.

“Recite the act of contrition.” He was enjoying himself. My childhood teachings came back to me and I began the prayer.

“My Go-aghh-d…” His hand reached through the grate and two thick fingers sunk into my pussy curling up and pinning me to the grate. I struggled to continue. “I am heart- ugh… heartily sorry for having offended Theeeee!” He began to circle my clit with his thumb. “…and I detest all my siiiins because of thy just punish… haaa… punishments…” He picked up the pace, his fingers working expertly inside of me in a steady rhythm. “…but most of all because they offend Thee, MY GOD!!!…” A third finger slipped in. “…who art all good and deserving of aaaall my love…” Then a fourth finger. “…I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin noooo more…” One of his fingers slipped into my asshole. “…and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Aaghhh-men.” I came hard against his hand as I finished the prayer and melted against the grate. His slick fingers slipped from my pussy. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Now I will recite the prayer of Absolution so you may be forgiven. Turn and bow in the presence of the Lord.” I knew what he wanted. I wanted the same thing. I turned around and pressed my ass against the grate and pulled my soaking panties down. The priest began his prayer. “May our Lord and God, Jesus Christ, through the grace…” I felt the tip of his cock press against my opening and enter ever so slowly. I tried to push the rest of the way but the grate was stopping me. “…and mercies of his LOVE…” On that word he pressed all the way in, his thick cock filling me up. I supported myself against the other side of the booth. He prayed all the while. “…for humankind, forgive you all your transgressions.” He began to pound into me. The grate creaked in its wooden frame with each thrust. “And I, an unworthy priest, by his power given me…” Reaching through the grate, he pulled my hair back and picked up his pace, ramming deep into me mercilessly. My ass was raw from rubbing against the iron grate. He kept fucking praying. “…forgive and absolve you from all your sins…” He was pushing me over the edge and soon I came again. And I could feel his dick throbbing hard inside of me. “…in the name of the Father…” Thrust. “…and of the Son…” THRUST “…And of the Holy Spirit…” He pushed as far as he could and released his load deep inside of me. Burst after burst of thick warm cum. The power of a priest’s pent up climax filled me up and his seed began to leak out of my pussy around his softening cock. He finished the prayer. “…Amen.”

He pulled his cock out of me, releasing even more cum that leaked down my legs and into my panties as I pulled them up to contain the flood of our mixed juices. As he dressed, he said, “God has freed you of your sin. Go in peace.” And I left.

It was a shock when I actually got the vocalist job. That was three years ago. I still work at the church. And people still aspire to be as devout a catholic as me… confessing my sins at least once a week. ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11aijys/bless_me_father_for_i_am_currently_sinning