Maria closed the door behind her and her stiletto heels began to echo inside the emptiness of the church. She was completely alone, except for the shadow of a man flickering on the wall opposite the confession booth. No one ever came to the church anymore, God had been dead in these parts for a long time and there was just no one who believed in religion anymore. She didn't believe in it either, but that wasn't why she was here.
She popped her head around the door of the confession booth and saw him before he knew she was there. Sebastian had moved here from Spain a few weeks earlier after the previous priest had retired. He was amazing. He was only in his mid twenties, just a few years younger than her, but he had the rugged facial features of a man who had been working outdoors all his life and a tan to match. His jet-black hair was fixed up with just the right amount of gel and he had a body underneath that cloak that she couldn't wait to get her hands on.
He looked up and was taken aback.
"Oh, good morning Maria" he said in that adorable Latino accent, as he tried not to make it obvious that he was as startled by her as he was by the surprise of seeing her. She was wearing a tight high-cut white top with faded jeans that left a large part of her mid-section unveiled for him to see, and she knew that he wanted to see more.
She did not reply immediately but walked over and knelt down in front of him. To take his mind from the thoughts of her that were going through his head, Sebastian broke the silence.
"Would you like me to hear your confession?"
Again she did not answer straight away but tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and looked into those gorgeous brown eyes of his and said:
"Father, I've been a very bad girl…"
He gulped as if he was trying to push his emotions down into his stomach, but he knew it wasn't working. He stammered a reply:
"Wha…What exactly do you mean Maria?"
She leaned closer to him, as if she were going to whisper a secret in his ear. "I've been having very dirty thoughts about someone, and I think that there might be only one way to make them go away…"
She leaned even closer and let her nose graze against his and he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her and kissed her in a passionate, almost violent, embrace that sent them both tumbling to the floor.
He finally removed his lips from hers and she felt him tracing a slow line of kisses from her neck down to her breasts, his breath making her skin tingle as he worked his way down, while his hand caressed the inside of her thigh. Suddenly the pleasure stopped and he said quickly:
"Shit, I'd better lock the door so no one walks in, back in one minute…"
He leapt up and walked as fast as he could to the door through which Maria had entered. She gathered herself up from the floor and walked the short distance to the altar rails which lay at the front of the church. She climbed the steps and hoisted herself up onto the altar, turning to face him and sitting with her legs crossed.
She wanted him to take control, she wanted to unleash the devil inside him, and she knew just how to do it. As he approached her, walking as fast as he could with the bulge in his trousers, she uncrossed her legs and, undoing the zip on her jeans, slid her hand down into her panties.
Pulling them aside slightly to let him see what she was doing, she slowly slid one of her fingers half-way into her pussy and circled it around five or six times inside herself. Then as he approached, mad with desire, and tried to kiss her, she reached for his head to stop him and instead pulled her finger out of her pussy and slid it into his mouth, pushing it in and out as if she were finger-fucking his mouth.
This had just the effect she had intended, he was like a shark that had smelt blood in the water, this little taster had made him ravenous, hungry for more. He pushed her ass further back on the altar and ripped her jeans off, tossing them aside on the floor. Then bending over her, he grasped the top of her panties between his teeth and began to slide them down to her ankles, spreading her legs further apart as he got them to the bottom. The feeling of being exposed to him like this was turning her on even more.
With her feet still in his hands, he kissed the skin just above her right ankle, then the skin just above it too, then just above it again, moving his lips and tongue upwards, making her wait for the moment when he would finally reach her pussy. By the time he got to her knee, her thighs were almost quivering in anticipation and the feeling of his tongue and warm breath on her skin was making her wetter with every passing second.
Finally, she felt his tongue reach the bottom of her pussy and with one slow, teasing motion he slid it upwards onto her clit. She couldn't take it any longer, she pushed her crotch forward into his face, urging him to go faster. He complied, working his tongue into a frenzy on her clit and she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him into herself even more, getting closer and closer and finally the waves of pleasure spread from her pussy all the way to her fingers and toes and she came so hard that she bucked her pussy into his face, almost forcing herself off the altar.
Exhausted and elated, she lay there for several moments while they both caught their breaths, waiting for him to make the next move. Just as she looked up, she saw him lean towards her and kiss her hard on the mouth, the taste of her own juices still fresh in his mouth. She closed her eyes as if intoxicated by the taste and reopened them to find him pulling away from him and picking up something from the altar beside her.
He held a small, decorative chalice in his hands, which she must have toppled over during her ecstasy. "Would you like a drink?" he asked with a smile. God his accent was sexy, even when he was saying an everyday thing it still turned her on.
"Sure" she said, kind of surprised.
She watched him walk around behind her to the tabernacle and remove from it a small grey cask, from which he poured a fair portion of red wine into the chalice.
She took a sip from it and before she knew it he had climbed up onto the altar beside her and was straddling her mid-section, beginning to remove his white collar and quickly undo the buttons on his black shirt. She had to set the wine down to avoid spilling it and she reached around and grabbed his back with one hand while her other helped remove his top.
She couldn't believe how well-built he was, the muscles on his golden-brown chest were bulging and glistening from the sweat of his exertions. She pushed him backwards so that he was sitting semi-upright and she was kneeling in front of him. She slid his shirt down over his shoulders and ran her hands over his biceps as she pulled it down over his arms.
Shooting him a quick smile, she reached back for the chalice and, resting its base on his right shoulder, poured its entire contents over his chest. Before it had even run down as far as his trousers, she had her tongue in his belly-button and ran it slowly upwards over the rippling muscles in his stomach, savouring the smell of his body and the taste of the wine mingling with his sweat.
For several minutes she ran her tongue over his body from trouser line up to his armpits, licking every last drop of the wine off him. Raising herself up a bit higher, she pressed her body against the wetness of her own saliva on his chest and kissed him slowly on the mouth, her hands around his waist undoing his belt and pulling down his zip.
She slid down his body again and with her right hand pulled out his cock from his boxers, feeling it's size and girth on her fingers. She started slowly jerking him off while she placed the tip of her tongue at the base of his cock and ran it the whole way up the shaft. He groaned softly and she began running her tongue back and forth over the head of his dick, lapping up the pre-cum that was oozing from it. She began pushing more and more of him into her mouth, loving the taste and smell of his manhood.
"I want to taste your cum so bad" she gasped, stopping momentarily, becoming impatient.
She could feel him getting closer, his moans becoming louder and faster and she did not notice him reach to his side and pick up the empty chalice which had almost rolled off the altar. With that, he reached his arm forward and gently pushed her head away from his cock and holding the chalice in front of it, exploded into it so hard that bits of his cum rebounded off the inside and went flying into the air around him.
