First Taste of Sin

"Father, please forgive me for I have sinned. I seduced a married man and...I enjoyed every moment of it."

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It was not something I saw coming.

I had always thought of Dr. F as a father figure. He was there throughout my life, from when I was a young girl to when I started college. He was a friend of my parents and had been for as long as I could remember. His children were only a few years older than me and were like my siblings.

We had a close relationship; I would always drop by his office and we would discuss life. He always gave such great advice and I always felt safe around him. I had never looked at him with any kind of desire.

Until the dream. I remember waking up, shocked and confused. But, I had also woken up wet, wetter than I had ever been before.

After I had had my erotic and wet dream about him, things just weren't the same. I could no longer chat with him as comfortably as I often did. I couldn't look him in the eye and felt such shame whenever he touched me.

I started avoiding him completely.

I was dirty, I kept telling myself. For having such thoughts about a man who was old enough to be my father. I felt so naughty and sinful every time I closed my eyes and images of our sweaty, naked bodies moving back and forth in a primitive dance flashed through my mind.

I guess I should have known that I couldn't avoid him forever. Fate had other plans in store for me, and he was my family doctor.

It was to be a simple visit. Go in and keep the conversation short and sweet. I wouldn't allow myself to think about his large, strong hands wrapping around me as he hugged me or his deep, musky smell that was unique to him.

As I stood outside his office, I tried to compose myself. I could do this. There was no reason for me to act strangely. He didn't know about my dream and never would.

"Unless you seduce him," my wicked thoughts whispered, which I quickly swatted away.

"Hey Dr. F, how have you been?" I sauntered into the room and gave him a big smile.

His eyes widened and he immediately stood, making his way to me as he said, "well, what brings you here? You've disappeared for the last few months."

I gave a slight shrug and replied, "college has been hell."

He gave a sympathetic nod before he reached out and pulled me into his arm. As he pulled me against his hard body, I inhaled his masculine scent.

Images of me bent over and screaming as he stood naked above me ran through my mind. Fuck.

For some reason, I couldn't stop the dream from replaying in my head. Me moaning and him grunting as he pumped in and out of me. I could feel my face turning red and cleared my throat, breaking out of the hug.

"So, what brings you here today?" he asked as he removed his glasses, revealing his deep brown eyes. I looked at him before my eyes fell slightly, noticing that his top two buttons were undone, giving a peek of his toned chest.

Although he was in his mid 50s, he was more fit than many guys my age. I knew that he worked out everyday, and had amazing stamina.

"Are you ok?" His deep, husky voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him and felt my face get even hotter.

"You're turning pink," he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead. "No fever."

I shook my head and replied, "I hurt my back last night. Can you take a look?"

Within moments, I was lying on the bed, facedown, wearing only my tank top. He placed his hand on my back and began to knead into my flesh. A slight groan escaped my lips.

"Sorry," I mumbled, even more embarrassed.

"It's fine," he replied before adding, "your muscles are sore. I can try to stimulate them to help with the pain. Just tell me where it hurts."

That last line jogged something in my head and I gasped to myself. That was exactly what he had said in my dream. Come to think of it, this entire conversation had an eerie deja-vu feeling to it.

I sat up and looked at him. He really was handsome, with chocolate eyes, tanned skin, soft and wavy black hair. He always had a smile on his face but I know that he had a dangerous temper that rarely showed itself.

Looking at him, there was no doubt about it. He was pure man and, I realized, I wanted him.

Suddenly, I wondered if I could get this interaction to go exactly as it had in my dreams. I made up my mind at that moment.

I was going to seduce him.

"Ow," I groaned and he came over.

"What's wrong?" he asked and I moved my neck, replying, "it hurts."

"That's because of your back," he said as he began to massage my neck, applying pressure to the base with his fingers. I let out a moan as I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

Deciding to be naughty, I said, "it feels better but my chest seems to be hurting."

He gave me a playful sigh and moved his hands down, massaging my chest while chuckling, "you really need to stop going to the gym every day. Give your body some time to recover."

"I'll remember that," I replied snarkily before moaning as he inadvertently massaged my breasts. By now, my nipples were perky and I had to resist moaning as his finger brushed over my erect tip. Whether he noticed or not, he didn't say anything.

It was now or never, I decided as I moved onto the next part.

"It still hurts," I said and he sighed, asking, "where else hurts?"

"I'll show you," I said before I took his hand and, looking him in the eyes, placed it above my pussy, which was already wet and throbbing.

His eyes immediately widened and he pulled his hand away as if he had touched fire.

"What are you saying?" he asked, shaking his head as he backed away.

"I'm saying," I stood and began to walk towards him, effectively trapping him against the wall, "that I want you."

For a moment, neither of us said anything and silence echoed through the room. Finally, he spoke, asking, "do you know what you're saying? You know that I'm a married man. I have kids older than you, for god's sake."

"So?" I whispered. "I won't tell if you won't."

His eyes widened and I saw a flash of lust enter them before it disappeared and he shook his head. "No, we can't. You're beautiful, my love. I'm sure that there are a million guys out there who are crazy for you."

"That doesn't matter because I want you," I shook my head. Part of me wanted to stop and disappear into the floor in embarrassment but the rest of me wanted to keep going. Maybe it would work. I had already made it this far and had nothing else to lose.

I would either be embarrassed or I would end up having the greatest sex of my life. I was comfortable with either option.

He shook his head, saying, "we can't, my dear. It's wrong."

"Really?" I asked as I pressed myself against him. "Then, why did it feel so right in my dreams?"

His eyes widened and I saw it again, that primal urge. I did have a chance!

Before he could reply, I continued, "it felt so good. The way you bent me over and fucked me. I could feel every thrust, every shudder, every single thing. I've never been that wet before."

He didn't respond and I let out a sigh. Maybe it would work at all. Just as I felt my spirits fall, I felt something hard and stiff press against me. My eyes dropped down quickly before they looked back at him.

He looked nothing like the man I had grown up knowing. All his composure and control seemed gone, and there was nothing but pure, unadulterated desire in his darkened eyes.

"Fuck." I had never heard him curse. Before I could respond, he pulled me into him and his lips found mine. To say we kissed was an understatement.

I still remember that kiss. Brutal and animalistic, like a hungry man who had finally gotten to eat after days without food. His tongue assaulted my mouth and caressed it at the same time. His hands were all over my body, touching every part he could touch.

When we finally broke apart, I looked at him. Gone was the man I grew up with, the man I spent so much of my childhood with. Standing there was a beast, a man with a carnal appetite that I had just awakened.

I felt scared, I felt anxious. I felt excited, I felt aroused.

"Do you know what you have done?" he asked, his voice tight and rumbling.

"Damned us both," I stood on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his cheek, my hand cupping his dick through his pants.

That was all it took.

"Fuck!" he growled. Before I could react, he was carrying me to his private office.

"Undress," he ordered before he went to lock the door of the examination room. He came back in and locked the door to his office.

Turning, his eyes grew wide. There I was, naked and sprawled across his futon.

"Dear God, what have you damned us to?" he asked as he walked towards me.

"Lust," I smiled as I stood and took his hand.

"Desire," I ran his hand over my erect breasts.

"Passion," his hand moved across my neck and into my mouth. I sucked on his index finger, maintaining eye contact with him as I moved my head back and forth.

"Pleasure," I whispered as I ran his hand down my body towards my dripping cunt. He touched my clit and I let out a breathy moan before I let go of his hand.

I laid on the futon, looking directly at him as I spread my legs and exposed my wet pussy.

The cool air hit my clit, arousing it further as it became a little bud.

"Pleasure," I moaned again as I began to stroke my clit, maintaining eye contact with him. I threw my head back and groaned as I masturbated in front of him.

"Pleasure," I continued to moan as I rubbed my clit and played with my left breast with my left hand.

"Do you like that, Dr. F? You like watching my play with my pussy?" I whispered, making eye contact with him once again. His eyes were dark and I knew he was having an internal battle.

In the end, the Devil won and damned us both to Hell.

Within seconds, he was kneeling in front of me, his mouth hovering over my pussy as he looked me in the eyes.

The moment his mouth touched my cunt, I knew this would be better than my dream.

I let out a groan as he began to move his tongue, experiencing his expertise with his tongue in every strand of my being. It curled and lapped at my pussy, touching me in ways no one had ever done. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me, burying his face in my cunt as he began to eat me.

"Oh fuck," I whispered, stroking his hair while simultaneously burying his face deeper inside. I felt like I was going to cum. How could I cum when he'd only been eating me for a minute?

The skill of his tongue, every flick, every lick, every suck resonated through me.

"Oh, oh, oh god," I breathed as I began to buck my hips, pulling his face deeper into my vagina. His tongue glided over my engorged clit and I let out a muffled scream.

"Shh," he smiled as he pulled away, leaving me on the brink of an orgasm but not over the threshold.

"Come," he opened his pants and I saw his long, hard cock straining against his boxer. I stood and knelt before him, looking up at him before I began to remove his boxers.

"Holy fuck," I breathed as he sprang free. 9 inches of throbbing dick stared back at me. I reached out and grabbed it, causing him to groan as I began to play with him. I had never seen a dick that long before so I took a moment to take it in.

As I explored his cock, he continued to groan. It twitched in my hand and I looked up at him once again.

"Baby," he groaned, his eyes begging for permission. I gave a nod and leaned forward, my mouth opening. His dick filled my mouth.

I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft, coating it with the warm spit from my mouth. As I sucked him, he threw his head back and, placing his hands on my head, began to buck his hips. His cock began to plunge up and down my throat as he gently facefucked me.

As I ate his cock, I reached up and began to play with his balls. They were firm and I rolled them in my hand, gently squeezing them as I sucked his dick.

He began to grunt a bit more frequently and his tempo increased slightly as he began to pump in and out of my mouth a bit faster.

Then, without warning, he pulled out of my mouth. I briefly saw his crazed face before he half lifted, half threw me onto the futon. Within moments, he was hovering over me.

He paused and his eyes searched my face, silently asking if I was sure. I looked him in the eyes and nodded.

I had never been as sure of anything as I was about this. The moment he entered me, I felt my body scream in pleasure.

His long, thick cock stretched my pussy and seemed to fill me as if his dick was made for my pussy and mine alone.

"Oh god," I breathed, throwing my head back as he began to move. I could feel my insides contracting and expanding as my cunt took him in.

He positioned himself over me and continued to fuck me as he kissed me once again. His movements were slow and deliberate, giving him the time to enjoy how my cunt clenched around his dick. I pulled him into me and wrapped my legs around him, bucking my hips slowly as I copied his movements.

It was like a sensual dance, our two bodies moving in a rhythm of pleasure and lust. He pressed his lips to my neck and I groaned slightly, causing him to begin sucking on it. As he sucked on my neck, I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling his head down into the crook of my neck.

"How do you like my pussy?" I whispered in his ear. "You like my young cunt?"

"It's so fucking tight," he groaned as he continued to pump into me. "You feel so good, baby."

"Then fuck me harder," I commanded.

"Are you sure?" he turned and looked at me. I could see the question in his eyes and realized he genuinely wanted my permission.

"Of course, Dr. F. You can do what you like. If I'm uncomfortable, I'll let you know," I smiled back at him.

That was all it took.

Without warning, he began to pump into me, his speed increasing and his thrusts becoming more and more sharp.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, throwing my head back as he hit the back of my cunt. I began to buck my hips as well, trying to match his tempo.

"Are you okay?" he asked, still concerned about my comfort.

"Say something dirty," I whispered. "Treat me like the nasty whore I am."

He seemed taken aback by my request before he gave a smile.

Reaching back, he pulled my hair slightly, causing me to gasp as he said, "how do you like that, my little slut? Who's Daddy's little slut?"

"I'm Daddy's little cumwhore," I moaned as I gave into the role play. "Mmm, fuck me like your little fuck princess."

He pulled me up and flipped up so that he was positioned behind me while I was on all fours.

Just like my dream, he began to ram into my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass.

"Mmmm, yes, ohhh, yes, fuck me harder," I groaned, giving myself up to the pleasure. I nearly orgasmed right there and then when he reached down and stroked my clit.

"Don't cum just yet," he said in that deep husky voice. I nodded and tried to control myself as he continued to fuck me. He spread my ass cheeks and I inhaled sharply as he ran his thumb over my asshole.

"Who's my little princess?" he asked as he continued to fuck me.

"I'm your little whore. Mmm, fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little slut harder," I was slipping, moving closer and closer to orgasm as he continued to drill me. Every stroke, I could feel my cunt expand and contract. Just like my dream, I felt every single stroke, every shudder, every pump.

"Mmmm," I could only groan and I heard his breathing becoming ragged and more frequent. He was getting close too.

"I'm on the pill," I managed through my lust-induced haze. He let out a grunt in response and continued to pump into me.

"Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I groaned, knowing it was time. I let out a scream and buried my face in the futon.

As I screamed, he continued to pump into me, moving faster and faster. My senses seemed to desert me as I heard him panting faster and faster.

Then, he let out a groan and I felt it. Hot, thick semen shot into my quivering pussy as he pulled his sticky dick out.

He quickly collapsed onto the couch besides me and we just looked at each other.

"Fuck, what have I done?" he asked, still breathing raggedly.

I gave him a smile and replied, "nothing you didn't enjoy." With that, I learned forward and took him in my mouth, watching as he groaned in pleasure as I licked and sucked the cum from his dick.

"And," I sat up and chuckled, licking some semen from my lips, "you definitely fixed the ache in my pussy."

I can't remember how many more times we fucked that evening but I know we explored each other and experienced each other in ways we couldn't imagine.

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And so, Father, I fucked a married man and I enjoyed every moment of it. Even as I'm telling you about it, my pussy is wet.

Does that make me a whore, Father? Am I a slut for seducing a married man and fucking him? For sitting here, my panties drenched in my cum as I confess to you?

I have another confession, Father.

I'm going to keep fucking him, even if it's wrong.

Even if it means I'm going to Hell.