My name is Father Reilly and I am a 73-year old Catholic priest. I have helped many lost sheep over the years, and the one I remember most is Emily. It was thirty years ago now, but still seems like yesterday...
I smiled as another lost sheep entered the confessional. Her name was Emily and I could tell she was a very troubled soul. NaΓ―ve, shy and raised by strict parents, she lacked self-esteem and wasn't worldly-wise at all, despite being an adult.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," came her stammering voice. "It has been a month since my last confession."
"Go on my child," I began. "Accept the grace of God, and confess to Him what happened," I said with my deepened voice. "If you do not, there is little I or God can do for your soul."
Emily began her tale of woe, and I listened eagerly, as all good priests do. It seemed that this poor lost sheep had fallen prey to the Devil's evil clutches and was masturbating whilst fantasising about a married man.
"Your age?"
"Eighteen."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Um...yes Father." Emily trembled, cheeks burning.
"That's good," I replied, smirking and stroking my hardening cock through my cassock. "Don't worry about a thing. I shall cleanse your soul and save you from Satan's touch."
I pulled the curtain aside and stepped in with her. She seemed surprised.
"Oh Father...can you really help me?"
"Of course, my child. All I ask is for you to trust me entirely. God has given me a special task to perform. I am bound by His Word. Do you trust me, Emily?"
"Yes Father."
"Let me see how soft you are." I smiled. My right hand went to her brown hair. I grabbed her and pulled her close against my body, gently opening her dress and sliding my fingers inside her bra. Nice tits on her.
"F-Father?"
"Ssh, my child, this is all part of the purification process. You have touched yourself whilst fantasising about being with a man, yet you are still a virgin. Therefore, in order to cleanse you, you must let a man of the church touch you."
"Um...well if you're sure this is the only way?"
"It is. There is no other way to save you from eternal damnation."
I held her tightly as I leaned in, my lip sliding down her neck to her milky breasts, where I opened my mouth and sucked hard on her nipples. I still held her tight, one hand around her back holding her hair while the other kept a tight grip on her wrist.
I unbuttoned my black cassock and unzipped my trousers. Reaching in, my impressive, nine-inch cock, thick and erect, was soon pressed to her face. My lost sheep uttered gasps of both horror and amazement, which only served to arouse me further.
Emily was momentarily stunned by my massive prick. She claimed she'd never been up close and personal with a man's member before. I ensured she had no choice but to respond, opening her mouth and taking my shaft deep into her throat. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading, as I grabbed her head and slammed her back and forth, fucking her face hard.
"Harder!" I demanded. "Think of God!"
Emily began to suck me harder, her tongue sliding over and around my cock as her head as was pushed and pulled back and forth. "Fuck," I groaned. She soon tasted precum. I slammed my mighty rod in deep with each thrust as the pleasure grew, a pleasure that was more than simply a forced blow job, it was the pleasure that came from saving these sinners by "doing the Lord's Work," as I termed it.
Emily felt my pearly-white seed spurt into her mouth as I pressed her close. She concentrated on breathing through her nose, on swallowing and not gagging, as my dick was pressed deep in her throat. She swallowed my cum, which was pleasing to see. At last, I pushed her back and down on the seat.
"God welcomes you back with open arms," I sighed, zipping up my trousers. "But there is still more sin that I must cleanse. Be sure to attend confession at the same time next week and I shall heal your soul further. Do you understand?"
"Yes Father," Emily meekly replied, still licking my cum off her lips.