We're all going to hell for this but...
My hands were clasped like they should’ve been and I was staring up at the ceiling unlike everyone else in the church. I wasn’t paying attention to the prayer they were fluently reciting, but when I got elbowed I sighed, rolling my eyes as my friend glared at me. "…give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our debts Give us this day our daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses…” I trailed off as I caught sight of our beloved Father looking at me. He was pretty tall from what I remember and he had blonde hair (at the moment) that was usually curled out of his face with these hands that made me think of God himself. He had eyes that seemed to vary in color at times, from gray to green to blue and sometimes they look close to hazel, but I couldn’t tell which color was taking up his iris the most. I wasn’t going to lie. He was hot. Plus the way his suit fit him was very attractive. He was probably six years older than me at least, but even then he was probably much older than me than that, but still; what was most sexy about him in my opinion was the fact that he wasn’t a boy. He was a man. He had this confident determined stride that lacked cockiness and he looked everyone in the eye when they were addressing him or were to be addressed. He was just one of those men who naturally was very, very desirable. Too bad he was incredibly religious and shit, I thought as I checked him out right back. But I still wanted to fuck with him a little. I smirked and then licked my tongue out and then kissed at him. He seemed to only chuckle and then continue to speak the prayer, obviously knowing it as though it were his native language. "…and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…” I bit my lip and once again wondered. How old was Father Michael, exactly? He couldn’t be that old. I mean he was absolutely sexy. It should be a sin in itself for him to be that sexy. Before you go thinking I’m a dirty whore or something (although I’m not claiming not to be) I just want to mention I hear girls moaning about him all the time in locker rooms. I hated this fucking academy my parents sent me to. It was this religious type shit private school. I didn’t have one problem with God before I got sent to this hell hole. Now whenever I even dare to pray, I pray for him to remove the poles up the asses of our teachers- or are they crosses? "Amen," everyone said. We all sat down and Father glanced at me again, although this one was shorter. I chuckled. “Amen,” I whispered, crossing my legs. Later that day when it was my “free period” I had begged Sister Lorraine to let me go back to church to confess, but the Lord and I both knew that was bullshit. I didn’t even understand the stupid concept of confession. I thought God was the shit and saw it all anyways. You can just roll over the “I did it” straight to “I’m so fucking sorry” and I don’t think it necessarily should happen in a church. What if I just did it in bed? Yeah, as you can tell I probably wasn’t God’s favorite individual and I could say the same for him. I approached the church and walked in, seeing all the candles, the glass stained windows the cross in the back, the pews, basically everything I now resented. Michael was in the front, his back turned to me as he seemed to be praying I guess. Maybe this will be hard. Hopefully he’ll be hard. Not to add to the irony or anything, but god bless how not at all modest these uniforms actually were. I lifted my skirt a bit to expose more of my legs and unbuttoned my blouse, letting my hair fall. I shook it out and walked towards the confession booth thing or whatever the hell it is. I made sure to kick the thing as I entered so he would look back and see my bare leg only getting inside and then maybe come to listen to me confess. I sat down and crossed my legs, one of my most lady like qualities. Maybe my only one. I heard the door shut on his side and heard his low sensual voice. “Are you here to confess my child?” I almost laughed. My child. For some reason I can only see pastors who look old as pepper, as my grandmother would say, using such a term. "Yes, Father," I answered deciding to play along with it. "I…I have suffered at the hands of one of the seven." After a moment he asked, “Which one?” I rubbed my fingers together as my lips curled. “Lust.” "Do you have any plans to overcome this… lust?" he responded. "I was hoping you could help me," I suggested. I tried to look through what there was to see him on the other side. "Tell me, Father. By any chance would you prefer the title Daddy?” I barely heard the smallest laugh and he sighed. “Which of you is it?” "Excuse me?" I answered, frowning. "Students. I have a feeling you’re a student," he elaborated. "You have very dependable feelings. Could I maybe feel you?” I asked. "What makes you think I’d let you do that?" he retorted. I tried to think of a response and bit my lip. “Because I’m not wearing any underwear,” I answered. There was a pause. “Is that so?” I nodded although he couldn’t see me. “Hmm. I couldn’t stop… touching myself, just thinking of you. I told my teacher I had to use the restroom, but I think we can both guess what I was really doing,” I purred. "I don’t need to guess, because you just told me yourself," he said. "Is your cock as nice as your humor?" I just wanted him to react at least. I couldn’t even see him to try and determine if he was even remotely sexually frustrated by this conversation. I bet if he saw me he’d really need to pray. "Who is this really?" he asked. I smiled. “I do believe you’ll remember that intimate moment we shared earlier in morning service during the… Lord’s prayer or whatever,” I dismissed, not sure I got the title right. "Ahh. Yes, I do remember. You should pay more attention during service," he criticized. I snorted. “Says the one who was staring at me,” I retorted defensively. Maybe if Michael hadn’t been checking me out I wouldn’t have suddenly wanted him so much. "I am going to leave,” he began, “and then I believe that you should get back to your studies, Miss," he shot. I rolled my eyes and sighed as he left. “I gave you your chance!” I said in frustration. I opened the door a bit and watched him walk into the back of the church. I wasn’t leaving this church until I felt some sense of satisfaction. I scowled and then followed him into the room. I was welcomed by being pushed against the door once I’d closed it. I gasped and blinked in shock as I was met with Father Michael’s heated green eyed gaze. We were both breathing heavily and I could hear him locking the door behind me when he spoke. “I gave you your chance,” he quoted from me. My eyes closed when he pressed his mouth to mine. As I ran my fingers into his hair and had a hand against his back, one of his hands held the side of my face while his other hand pressed me against him. His hand slid down to cup my bum down to wear the tips of his fingers were brushing on my entrance. I moaned softly and he then hurried to get my top off and then my skirt. He continued to rub my sensitive spot, eventually turning me so my back was against his chest. He kissed my neck as a finger dipped in me. "You’ve been such a naughty little girl, hm?" he said into my ear. I nodded, panting as I was aroused. “Yes,” I breathed. "Hm." He laughed to himself, giving my bum another squeeze before he spoke again. .If I were you I’d hurry to that bed and remove your panties, so I don’t have to," he murmured to me. I glanced behind him and was shocked to see a bed. I wondered what it was doing back there, but quickly remembered people weren’t usually allowed back here since it’s the Father’s private study. If we wanted Father he was usually in the sanctuary or in his office. He patted my bum and I looked up at him before I rushed to reach the bed. I slowly tugged down my panties, attempting to appear sexy and graceful and when I looked up at him I saw that he was watching me closely. I got onto the bed and felt myself already grow a bit wet. He smirked, exposing his teeth as he approached me and the bed, untying his tie. “Alright, now, baby.” Once he had the tie off his neck he sat beside me, abruptly using my shoulders to get me laid across his lap. My eyes widened and he said, “It is time for you punishment,” while I felt my hands tied up. I closed my eyes in understanding. That’s why he was taking the tie off. "You’re such a slut," he told me as he began to rub my bare bum. He all too soon brought his hand down in a harsh smack. "Coming into my church,” smack!, “into my home,” smack!, “and taunting me!” His voice grew powerful and I quivered. The hits hurt but at the same time I found myself just rubbing against his knee as discreetly as possible. “That. Is. Not. Acceptable,” he exclaimed hitting my bum with each word. All though it did hurt I seemed to love it. I was panting still and it seemed to stop before I heard him sigh. His hand was once more upon my bum, but back to rubbing it soothingly. He leaned down to my face and moved my hair from my ears. “It seems I’ve still got one more lesson to teach you,” he whispered, grazing his teeth against my ear. I shuddered in delight and bit my lip. He patted my bum which did feel a bit sore. “Get up, darling,” he instructed. I got off him and sat on the bed, wincing at the contact made. He had already gotten out his pants when I looked back to him. He began to unbutton his shirt and my eyes looked upon him in awe. “And just so we’re clear.” He dropped his top and stepped forward, leaning down to my face. “I actually quite like the title, Daddy,” he murmured on my lips before kissing me. I responded to the kiss, actually quite filled with disbelief. I honestly hadn’t thought that this would happen. I hadn’t realized he had used one of his hands to get my bra off until he was letting my breasts loose. I didn’t expect to get shy since I’ve always been proud of them. He tossed my bra to the side carelessly and my gaze followed it with my head turning too. I soon felt his lips tracing down my neck to between my breasts where he hovered. He wrapped his lips around one of my nipples and as he began to suck I moaned softly. I felt his hands grab onto my waist as he released my now hard nipple and began to kiss down to wear I was beginning to throb in need. My breathing became erratic as he looked directly at my folds and I swallowed thickly. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “I don’t suppose you’re a Virgin, am I right?” He looked up at me and I shook my head. “Hm,” he said. “Then in that case,” he said rising to his feet. He pulled down his boxers and grabbed me by my open legs, bringing to meet his body at the edge of the bed. “I will not be gentle,” he whispered as he looked down into my eyes. "Good," I whispered eventually in response. He smirked and then leaned down to meet my mouth with his. I eventually felt his tip sliding between my folds to my entrance causing me to shudder before he thrust himself into me. He was right. He was not gentle. He did not try to go slowly, he simply went in and then out so it took a while before I adjusted to his size but once I did I was able to enjoy it more. When our kiss paused Michael reached his fingers up to his mouth and licked them and then I felt them rubbing against my clit. I moaned out and Michael covered my mouth. "As much as I’d love to hear you scream," he grunted, "we shouldn’t disturb the holy spirits," he seemed to joke. This was Father Michael, I reminded myself as he had just made a teasing pun towards his own religion. And I was fucking him in the back room of a church. His church. Not to add irony, but Jesus Christ. Michael's hand may have muffled the sound, but they didn’t stop the moans and pants as I came closer to my climax. He himself let out a low groan and he began to pull himself out, but I grabbed his back. "Don’t," I said as he was already out of me mostly. He too was breathing heavily. “I can’t come inside of you that’d-“ "I’m on the pill. Come on, Father," I panted. "Please, Daddy," I teased and Michael smirked before he once again pushed himself into me harshly. "I guess we know your magic words now," he stated. I grinned and said, “Daddy. Let me ride you?” He chuckled and kissed me on the lips. “Of course, Darling.” He switched us around and lowered himself onto the bed, leaving me once again. I felt empty and needed to hurry so we could both come and walk out of here satisfied. I put my knees on either side of his lowered body and propped up his cock before lowering myself onto it. I let out a low moan, but gasped when my nipple was pinched. "Quiet, Sweetheart, you’re going to make me have to spank you again," he warned and I bit my lip as he was now in me all the way. This position was so much more different as my legs were opened wider which made him fit farther in me. His hands cupped my bum and then grabbed it, lifting me on and off his erect girth and we were able to quickly and I grabbed my tits as they bounced. I felt him rubbing against my g spot and couldn’t help the whimpers to pass my mouth and he let his hand fall against my bum in a smack. "Quiet!" he commanded. I bit my lip and my head fell in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmured. “It’s just I can’t help it. Your cock is so big,” I said with a soft quiet moan so as not to anger him. “It fills me up and k-keeps hitting that one spot,” I panted. “Daddy, I feel so good and I can’t wait to feel your cum in-“ He came inside of me as though my words were a switch and I held him to me as a warm feeling spread throughout my lower body. He sighed and then as his semen came out of me he wiped his fingers against where his own liquids were dripping and brought his fingers up to my mouth. I opened it and sucked on his fingers, feeling my insides coil as his fingers then went down to my clit. "Just to check," he murmured. "Daddy wants you to come, Baby Girl. Can you do that for Daddy?" he asked me. I nodded eagerly as I felt myself clenching at the all too exhilarating feeling of his fingers against me. His other fingers made their way back inside me and I felt my face contort as I fought back crying out. "I’m so close, Daddy," I said as quietly as I could manage. "I know, Baby, I know," he murmured huskily. I finally came all over his fingers, falling forward against his chest. I felt myself regain my breathing back as I tried to find energy once more. He licked up his own fingers and I felt him grow hard beneath me again and I smiled. "Daddy, can I have more?" "What’s the magic word, Darling?
