A few weeks ago, one of the men I had been seeing pretty regularly invited me out for some drinks. He was the same one who had let me suck him off in the movie theater and came on my face in another story, and also admitted while fucking me for hours that same night he was into public sex. To say I was ready to see what he would do when he was a bit less inhibited was an understatement. In dates since the he had groped me a bit, but nothing else. I took extra care getting dressed that night, leaning into a slutty goth look with a short black skirt, low cut black top with skulls, and fishnets so he’d have easy access if he wanted to bend me over somewhere, or feel me up.
Just as I finished applying my eyeliner, I heard a knock at the door. He was here. The long, lingering look he gave me when I opened it confirmed my outfit had its intended effect. Pretending I didn’t notice the heat in his eyes, I leaned in to kiss him, inhaling the cologne he always wore, letting his hands run over my body. “If you keep touching me like that, we’ll never make it to the bar” I whispered, his face dipping to trail kisses down my neck, fingers going lower at the same time as though they were going to slide between my legs. I pushed him away with a small laugh before grabbing my purse. The bar was only a 2-minute walk from my apartment. “Let’s get smashed since it’s so close. You can crash at my place” I suggested, winking as I said it. He nodded in agreement, eyes still undressing me.
We both didn’t like crowds since we wouldn’t be able to hear each other talk, so when we turned the corner and found it packed, we stopped, then looked at each other, our faces agreeing this wouldn’t do. Our other preferred bar was 25 minutes away on foot. We stood there a minute, thinking, when he broke into a smile “You wanna do a bar crawl? We can stop at a few places on the way and then uber back if we’re too drunk to make the walk.” I nodded, secretly hoping he would get frisky before we even reached the bar.
2 hours later we were definitely a bit more than tipsy. Over our last Mongolian Bastard (the drink special for that night which had 4 types of liquor) he convinced me to walk back with him instead, “So I can sober up a bit before I fuck you.” I nodded, downing my drink and wincing at the burn before sliding out the booth, ready to nearly run home if it meant he would fuck me sooner. Alcohol always went straight to my pussy, and this time was no different. I eyed his back as he closed out the tab, wondering how our walk would go. Was he brave enough to give in to his kink?
It wasn’t long however before he was pushing me against the glass of random storefronts every few minutes and kissing me, his lips sticky from the drinks, sliding a hand in a different, intimate place each time, ignoring the other people on the street who stared and whispered. I was horny, pleased at his boldness, and dying to be touched so I let him, reasoning I would never see any of those people again.
We were maybe 10 minutes away from my place and had been making out against the side of a Chinese restaurant for several minutes when he pulled away and whispered, “I can’t wait, I need to fuck you.” I laughed, already wet from his previous touches and more than ready to indulge him. “We just passed a police car, we’ll need to be careful.” I murmured in his ear, sliding my hand down to carefully rub the erection that had been grinding against me. ‘Finally,’ I thought. He seemed surprised I agreed so quickly, but nodded, turning to start scoping out the area.
We walked a bit more until we came upon a church that had steps leading down to a small courtyard. Unless you were standing right there at the stairs you couldn’t see down from the street. We stopped and looked at each other, nodding in silent agreement before looking around to make sure no one was watching. We descended the steps as discreetly as possible, stopping in front of a weathered bench surrounded by colorful flowers and a raised statue of what I assumed was the Virgin Mary or some other saintly woman in the middle. “This will do just fine” I noted quietly, trying not to let my voice carry.
He turned, a smirk on his face. “I’ve been waiting all night for this.” With that he grabbed me, hands going between my legs and yanking down my panties forcefully. He slid one finger against my pussy lips, finding them wet, then plunged deeper, making slow circles on my clit. I moaned, melting against him. The excitement of potentially getting caught combined with the setting had me ready to do anything he wanted. As though sensing this, a rough “Bend over” came next, and I turned, bracing my hands on the edge of the bench, looking up at the statue. Moments later he was working his cock inside me, sighing once he bottomed out in my soaking cunt.
He fucked me hard, not caring how loud the sound of his skin meeting mine sounded in the tiny courtyard. I did my best to stay quiet, but it was difficult, especially when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up a bit, using it as an anchor, one hand on my hip. “You like that? Being fucked like a whore right in front of a church?” A strangled gasp was the only sound I could make, lost in the feeling of being used. Yes, I loved it. Of course I did, and he knew it. He had probably been counting on that fact when he invited me out tonight. That I would spread my legs whenever and wherever for him.
Sweat slicked our bodies as he kept up his relentless pace, drilling me until I didn’t think my legs would hold me anymore. Wetness was leaking down my thighs, and I wasn’t even trying to be quiet anymore. His cock felt too good, what we were doing was too dirty. I was lost in it. His next words had me pushing back against him eagerly. “I’m going to cum inside you slut. Are you ready? You want it?” I nodded, then realizing he couldn’t see it, began to beg “Yes please. Please fill me up!” He cursed loudly a moment later as I felt pulse after pulse of hot cum fill me. There was so much and I took every drop gladly, staying still until he stopped.
When he finally pulled away, I knew there was no way I would be able to make it home without showing everyone the cum leaking down my thighs. I prayed it would be dark enough to hide it. Pulling up my panties, I turned, catching him watching me, a satisfied grin on his face. “You know I’m going to fuck you again when we get back right?” I straightened my skirt and nodded, returning his smile. I was so glad he knew just how to use me.
I’ll never be able to drive past that church without thinking of that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vtzhs9/desecrating_the_church_fm
Get married there one day…