Priest of Gluttony (Fem reader x Bob Velseb)

A New Sin

You couldn't help it, Bob in this pathetic posistion made you smile, and made it harder to stay away from him in that moment. You stepped inside his booth, his only response being a gasp as he sat against the booths bench and tried hiding his member behind his hands from you.-"with the help of your grace," he picked up the prayer again as you shut the door behind you both. Practically in his lap already you lifted your legs to straddle the hefty man. "to sin n-no more and to avoid the occasions of s-sin. Amen." The priest was now panting downward against your face. "Sheep of God do not be lost in the temptation of evil I b-beg you." he whispered softly as his large cock twitched beneath you, still wrapped by his own fingers and the ruby red rosary.

"Well Father Velseb you know you're doing an awful job of that yourself. Not the best role model." You couldn't help but snicker as one of your cold hands reached up to cup his stubbled warm cheek. Feeling his chest shift it was as if you could feel him lose his breath from your close contact.

You had caused him to gasp again and even curse softly as you began to pull your pants below your waist and under your butt, exposing your panties and entrance against the base of his throbbing erection. "O-oh god." His head shifted staring at the ceiling as he tried to ignore the fact you were now bare and against his lap.

"Did you just use Gods name in vain? Father- shame on you." You smiled up at him with low and lustful eyelids, prompting him to look down at you again, he removed his gold accented cross scarf from his shoulders.

"Forgive me my lamb, I can't allow you to witness me in such a state of temptation." You felt him drape the holy fabric around your face, blindfolding you as he knotted it behind your head. Now you were the one beginning to gasp, his large hot hands grazed your hips, squeezing them gently beforehe began to puppeteer your waist, lifting you slightly and pulling you forward, your tummy meeting his stout belly. Your hips joining together as his bulked rod began to poke and push into your abdomen.

The noises from the priest no longer gentle as he growled in pleasure from your body squeezing around him, you felt a moan of pleasure rise from your own throat as you held onto his shoulders trying to balance yourself in your blindness. The Father chuckling darkly and pressing his mouth between your neck and your ear, kissing your jaw with his soft lips."Shh- don't worry Lamb I would never drop you or let you fall." His whispers were encased in animal like snarling as he twitched and throbbed inside you and against your g-spot. Another sensation pierced you, one you really hadn't expected from the shepherd of the flock himself.

Bobs teeth, they hadn't only grazed your neck nape they had pinched and punctured in some spots, your eyes flooding open, ready to speak out and retaliate against the sudden aggressive gesture. However there was no time, Bobs hips lifted from the bench as he began to propel himself into you, heaving himself in and out as your core squelched wet and trying to compensate room, you hadn't even taken in him in fully, yet. Which he was determined to fix. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he hoisted you down against him. As he pressed inside, plunging further and further with each slam of his hips, holding you in his teeth still as your mouth parted open your breath hitching as he fucked you so vigorously. The confessional cabinet rattling and shaking beneath you both, you had began to hope everyone left like you thought, because this interaction had no silence. Between the smacking of your hips and the groans from you both echoing through the church, it was abundantly obvious what you were doing in there together.

"O-oh Father-" you wailed softly over his shoulder before continuing to gasp from the brutal exchange.

"Bob, Lamb. PLEASE. C-call me Bob..." he wanted you to use his real name? How personal, how intimate. You felt your fingers slip from his cheeks and into his black-hair, clutching his like he had done to you earlier, tugging at it gently as he slammed into and slipped against your sensitive spot, rubbing it repeatedly with his tip.

"F-fuck B-Bob I'm-" you felt yourself begin to teeter on the edge of an orgasm. You didn't even need to finish your sentence the Priest could feel you himself and knew what you were trying to say over your exhausted and fulfilled heavy breathing. Pressing deeper into you physically as his teeth finally left your nape, pressing his lips against yours and a thumb to your clit sliding it side to side, for being a reserved priest he sure knew what he was doing. It didn't take any much longer as you felt your legs begin to shake as you clenched your teeth riding the wave as you came against the Priest.

"That's sucha naughty Lamb, squirting in church-" he whispered against your mouth before biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut with a grunt, his seed popping from his tip and filling you with its warmth, giving a few last pumps of his waist as he ejaculated the messgrew, cum from you both dribbling out of your body and running down his scrotum and dripping to the floor heavily. Both of you gasping and gazing at eachother in the dark of the confessional. "Your going to get me in trouble with the lord... I can tell this won't bethe last time we meet like this." The priest spoke softly pulling his holy scarf from your head so you could see again. Bobs face blushed and sweaty as it came into view of what little light peaked into the curtained room.

"I think I'll start attending church regularly."You said with a confident smile, still gasping from the exchange. The Pastors gaze shifting down as his member slowly retracted from your body, more fluids leaking from you and onto the floor.

"I'd like that- and Lamb-" Bob reached out to hold your chin to keep you looking at him as you began to tugyour soon to be ruined and wet pants back up. "You don't tell anyone about this if you wish to continue. Certainly not even your friend." You nodded as best you could as he held your face. The rest of the visit was mostly quiet, assuming the Father was feeling some guilt for his disrespectful act in the confessional. One you couldn't stop thinking about for the rest of the night, and surely you wouldn't be able to forget, hoping you could sneak some time from him at the Wednesday service. Surely he would spare another moment for you.

Your assumption was only warranted further as he accompanied you to your car, kissing your hand and standing in the church drive as you drove away. Standing there until you couldn't see him anymore. You wouldn't miss Wednesdays service.