01E2218- Mature wife fucked by a priest

Title: “Sins of the Flesh: A Confession of Carnal lust”

As the sun sank below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Father Michael knelt before the altar in solemn prayer. But as the image of the Holy Mother gazed down at him with her beatific smile, his mind drifted to forbidden thoughts. A certain parishioner had been consuming his every waking moment, stirring feelings within him that he knew were sinful.

Mrs.ROC3439 was a regular at Sunday mass, her ample bosom straining against the confines of her modest dress. With her raven hair pulled back in a severe bun, she had an air of propriety that belied the lush curves of her body. Father Michael often found himself stealing glances at her during services, his loins stirring in a way that brought him shame. Such lustful thoughts were hardly befitting a man of the cloth.

But when Mrs.ROC3439 requested a private session in the confessional, Father Michael could not help but agree, despite his misgivings. He entered the dimly lit box, genuflecting before the screen and intoning the words of blessing. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” came the rich, dulcet tones of Mrs.ROC3439, sending shivers down his spine.

“Go on, my child,” he encouraged hoarsely, hearing the quaver in his own voice. “Unburden yourself of your transgressions.”

“I am afire with unholy passions, Father,” she confessed. “I dream of naked flesh writhing beneath me, of the taste of forbidden fruit. I crave…I crave intimacy with a man of God.”

Father Michael felt the blood rush down to his groin at her scandalous words. He knew he should chastise her, guide her back to the path of righteousness. But his manhood throbbed with want, practically begging to be freed from the confines of his vestments. What harm was there in looking, in indulging in a moment’s taste of worldly pleasures? God would surely forgive such a minor transgression.

“Show me your sins, my child,” he breathed, loosening his collar. “Reveal your shame to me so that I might absolve you of your guilt.”

There was a rustle of fabric and then, through a hinged portal, two pale and generous breasts spilled forth into Father Michael’s waiting hands. He couldn’t stifle a groan as he cupped their perfect weight, thumbs circling the hardening nipples. Mrs.ROC3439’s responsive moan fled a microsecond after, breaking the fragile silence. Father Michael felt her hand slip through the opening, palming the bulge that tented his robes.

“I want to worship you, Father,” she purred, stroking him through the thick fabric. “To kneel before you and take your holy sacrament into my mouth and body.”

Such wanton words were like a searing brand to his core, urging him to tumble her into the pews and rut with her like a beast in heat. But Father Michael still clung to a shred of his tattered virtue. He pulled away from her seeking fingers, his breathing labored.

“If what you seek is absolution, then you must first cleanse yourself of sin.”

With that, he reached through the portal, his hands parting her thighs with deliberate slowness. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, hear her needy whimper as he caressed the dewy seam of her sex. Fingering her with a rhythm that matched his increasingly shallow breathing, he muttered prayers for guidance and restraint.

Mrs.ROC3439 tossed her head back, hips bucking into his touch as he played her clit with the pad of his thumb. “Ohhh, good Father!” she keened, “Your touch is divine! I must have you inside me!”

“No, my child,” he growled. “You must learn to accept your penance first.”

It wasn’t enough, this teasing foreplay that left them both aching and unsatisfied. But Father Michael was a perceptive man, and he could tell that Mrs.ROC3439 was even more depraved than he had thought. Reaching into his robes, he freed his heavy cock, stroking it slowly as he regained control of his racing heart.

“Prove your contrition,” he rasped, “and put your mouth to holy service.”

With a mewl of gratitude, she ducked down, slipping the thick head of his manhood past her lush lips. Father Michael groaned as he felt the slick heat of her mouth engulf him, her talented tongue laving the engorged head. His fingers tangled in her hair as he guided her languid bobbing, inhaling the scent of her arousal and feeling it mingle with his own.

“Oh God,” he ground out, hips flexing as he fucked her willing mouth. “You must stop, I am close…”

But Mrs.ROC3439 would not be deterred. With a low moan she sucked him deeper, drawing on him hungrily as her cheeks hollowed. The wet, obscene sounds of her slurping filled the confessional, the smell of sex hovering around them like an erotic shroud. With a hoarse shout Father Michael erupted into her waiting mouth, spilling his seed onto her questing tongue. The sensation was overwhelming, the waves of pleasure making his head spin.

In the aftermath they both sat in benumbed stillness, the only sound their ragged breathing and the sticky slap of flesh. Father Michael realized with a start that he had allowed himself to fall victim to temptation, had allowed the devil to enter his heart. Yet, as he looked at Mrs.ROC3439’s flushed face and glistening lips, he knew he would do it again in an instant. And that, perhaps, was the true sin.

In the end, they left the confessional separately, Father Michael making the Sign of the Cross behind Mrs.ROC3439’s back as he wished her a blessed day. Though their secret would remain safe, their desire for each other was so potent that the entire congregation surely had to notice the Matchmaking Event going on between them. Perhaps he would absolve her in his office next time, and allow her to fondle his hard cock in order to receive the absolution she longed for. Father Michael could only pray they wouldn’t commit another sin so soon, but the devil in his ear whispered how much they both needed to experience the thrill