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Forgive Me Fatty, For I Have Sinned

"How much money do you want, Taylor Rose?" Louis Tomlinson whispered into my ear.

I shove him off the bed, disgusted at him for breaking up One Direction. "I'm expensive, piggy. I need at least 48 mansions," I reply with a smirk.

He rubs his neck as if in deep thought. I know that is too much for him, especially post-One Direction. He's practically homeless now-- Simon Cowell lets him stay in his backyard once a week though, which is more than what Liam has.

Lou-Lou shakes his head before saying, "That is a tad bit much for me, but I'll just ask Daddy Simon".

I shake my head at this, knowing that Simon Cowell was still stuck in his bedroom since Fifth Harmony broke up. Still, pick-pocketing exists, and I need the money for those $1000 sparkles that would cover my nipples at dinner. Maybe then I won't feel like such a slut anymore wearing only my necklace at the family table.

"Fine," I sing. "I'll give you nine blow jobs. Maybe I'll still be home in time for lunch. We all know that you and 'Mr. Little' don't last that long."

His dick enlarges in excitement as he screams, "Do you like the sound of that Mr. Little?"

I roll my eyes. I'm starting to wish it was Harry that I had met at the gay singles bar for seniors. Whatever. At least Louis doesn't have greasy Rapunzel hair. Plus, Harry got gonorrhea from Kendall Jenner anyway. We don't need to add another item to my list of STDs.

"Could you at least try to get a bigger boner? I'll probably try to bite it like the carrot it looks like," I humph.

Mr. Little shrinks in sadness as Louis cries, "Don't be mean to Mr. Little. I'm paying you, so get down on your knees, whore!"

It's not like I've got anything better to do with my Tuesday morning, right? It's either sucking dick on my knees here or sucking dick on my teacher's desk at school. Plus, with that teacher's salary, Mr. Lions can't keep up with my daily handjobs...

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20 minutes later, I sprint into the Church Jesús, our local church by day and orgy room by night. Luckily, no one is here to hear me say what I'm about to say.

Speaking to Daddy God, I start sobbing. "I'm such a hoe. I just gave Louis Tomlinson blowjobs, and I ENJOYED it!"

Suddenly, a large hand strokes my shoulder seductively. I turn around, glimpsing a tall and handsome caucasian man with deep frown lines and sexy grey hair. I guess my therapist was right when he said I have a thing for senior men, but who can blame me?

"Hey, sexy thing, why is a beautiful minor like you crying?" He demands to know.

Taking in his full picture, I noticed the priest robes that he's wearing, with a very, VERY large hole cut out near his cock. Well, I did come here to confess, anyway.

"Forgive me, fatty, for I have sinned," I tell him with the feeling of shame in my pussy.

He stares straight at my cleavage as he says, "Speak to me, skinny."

I follow his eyes as they glance up and down my hot bod. Believe it or not, I'm wearing a pretty modest outfit, but this man still can't keep his hormonal eyes off of me. Men disgust me-- I mean, you can't even see my entire nipple, and he still can't stop staring. But then I look back into his sexy, dark, and mysterious eyes and give in.

"It's just... my clothes... they're so..." I begin to stutter.

"Don't worry, you won't need any clothes for much longer," he winks, slapping my ass with his large, pale hands.