We are all sinners. After years of preaching, Father Bernard did not forget this fact. It was his lust for Sister Beatrice that reminded him. When did it start? He didn’t know, but it had to end.
He confessed to her. They knelt and prayed about it, then she put her hand on his shoulder.
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
The innocent, sincere look she wore melted him and his self-restraint. He pulled her in and kissed her, relishing her body being pressed into his. He pulled away and saw her staring back at him.
“Father!” She was flabbergasted at his sudden impropriety.
“Forgive me, Beatrice. I can’t control myself around you,” he said apologetically.
She looked away, failing to hide her blushing. She hesitated before finally responding.
“If it’s to relieve your urges… I’ll forgive you. Just this once.” She looked him in the eyes as she said that, and he knew what she meant.
He rose to his feet, undid his pants, and released his hard cock, aching to lay her down and plunge it inside her. She looked stunned for a moment before she grabbed the base and took the tip in her mouth. She went down on it slowly, sucking the full length with smooth, long strokes, keeping eye contact with him throughout. Where there was uncertainty, he could now see a growing lust in her eyes. She was ready for it.
She wanted it.
He tapped her shoulder and pointed to the sofa.
“Bend over,” he commanded.
She stood up, reached under her robe, and pulled her panties down. She dropped them to the floor as she went to the sofa and did as she was told. He went to her and pulled up her robe, exposing her bare ass. He slowly entered her pussy from behind, savoring her warmth enveloping him. He thrust into her with slow, deep strokes, gradually hardening his thrusts until he was slamming into her ass. She moaned as he indulged himself with her body. He himself moaned with pleasure when he finished inside her, filling her with his seed. She gasped as she felt him cum inside her.
He pulled out and watched as the nun laid there with his cum dripping out of her. She sat up and looked at him.
“Are you satisfied, Father?”
He could hear the submissiveness in her voice. He knew she was willing to lay there all night and be the receptacle for his lust if he commanded her to. It was supposed to be ‘just this once,’ but they both knew it wouldn’t be.
*Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11c0bvg/obedience_to_the_father