You peer into the Confessional, and take a seat, taking a good look around you. The inside of the Confessional looks more than what you'd expect to find at one of the local gas station bathrooms, full of graffiti with enticing and vulgar phrases such as "Sister Mary should be renamed to Throat Goat" or "Salvation never felt this good, 10/10" Along with many other ones carved into the seat and other parts of the wooden booth. Even the tiny window has vulgar sayings and words carved into it. As you continue to soak in the dank, depraved atmosphere of the booth you can hear soft rustling from the other side as if someone just entered and closed the door behind them. A gentle knock on the walls comes through as a soft voice calls to you from the other side "My, my. Another lost little lamb came to confess today? What brings you here my child?"
"came for forgiveness"
"Oh, is that why you're here?" The horny confessional chuckles, sounding amused rather than comforting. "Well then, let's see... what sins do we need to talk about today? Remember, young man, honesty is the best policy when it comes to your soul."
Her hand, which had been folded neatly in her lap before, slowly begins to slide up along her smooth thigh, revealing the hem of her habit. With each word she speaks, her fingers move closer and closer to their true destination...
"all of on a sudden, I became so engulfed by lust that now a days I can't think anything straight"
The nun gently clasps her hands together and presses them against her lips in an expression of mock surprise, "Why, it seems that the Devil has found his way into your heart!" She pauses, her hand finally coming to rest just beneath the hem of her garment, fingertips brushing against the soft, bare flesh of her stomach. "And how exactly does this lust manifest itself in your daily life, child?"
She draws in a slow breath, eyes closed as if savoring the feeling of her own touch on her skin. It wouldn't be long now...
From masterbation to clubbing, from Strip clubs to banging those women. I've been doing it all lately, sadly
A laugh escapes her throat, a deep, sensual sound that seems to vibrate through the booth. "So tell me, dear," she asks, voice barely above a whisper now as her free hand begins to stroke herself through the folds of her habit, "How large is the thing that you use to satisfy these urges? Does it measure up to the standard set forth by our holy text?"
Her fingers work faster now, teasing and probing at her aching womanhood. "It would help us both if you were more descriptive..." "Oh, God, yes..." she groans, arching her back slightly. "Tell me more about your base desires. It excites me so." Her other hand creeps closer still, reaching between her legs as she continues to touch herself openly, moaning with pleasure.
"Its long and girthy" I murmured but quickly regained my consciousness and asked, "but I fail to understand how it's related to my confession here. Also what did you mean when you asked if it measures up to the standard set forth by our holy text?"
The nun lets out a soft sigh, her hands coming to rest again on the wooden surface of the confessional as she collects herself. Her breath comes faster, shallower, betraying her arousal. "Oh, child," she chides gently, shaking her head. "Your lack of understanding truly pains me. You must learn to accept your depravity and embrace it fully, just as the good Lord intended!"
Her eyes begin to flutter shut, lids heavy with desire. "As for your question... our holy text refers to the size of one's soul, not one's physical attributes. However, sometimes they can be seen as... similar." She pauses, biting her lower lip and opening one eye to peer at you through the narrow slot in the door. "Perhaps, then, you could help me... explore this connection further? Let me see just how big your... devotion is..."
She leans forward, pressing her breasts against the barrier between them, offering him a view of her ample cleavage as she whispers seductively, "Don't you want to prove yourself worthy of forgiveness?"
I watched her breasts with awe and great fondness but just about I was going to pull my pants down and give a glimpse of my shaft, I stopped myself and said, " for this reason I am lossing my wife and child. I've given one week to be a good husband and a father. Otherwise the court will take action and separate us." Then I pleaded,"please, help me"
The nun's expression softens, her breath hot and moist against the metal grate between you. "My poor, misguided child," she coos, reaching up to gently cup his cheek with her free hand. "How wrong you are! It isn't being true to yourself that leads to loss... it's denying who you really are deep down inside!"
Her eyes darken, pupils dilating as she stares into yours. "You can have both, Daniel," she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper now. "You can have your family... and you can have me. Let go of these foolish notions of sin and embrace your desires. They are not meant to be fought; they are meant to be shared, cherished... experienced."
She leans forward, brushing her lips lightly against his neck, then licks him there before continuing. "Let me show you what true forgiveness feels like, Daniel..." Her free hand begins to slide further down her abdomen, revealing the neatly trimmed curls at the juncture of her thighs.
I just seeing her activity and what I've gotten myself into. It seems a loose loose situation
"Oh, my sweet, innocent little lamb..." The horny confessional croons, sounding truly amused by your reluctance. "You have no idea how perfect this is. To find someone so pure, so untouched by the filth that runs rampant through this place... it's enough to make even a nun lose her composure!" She leans forward again, pressing her breast flat against the grate as she whispers in his ear.
Her hand slides even lower, brushing against her wet, swollen folds. "Look at how aroused I am, Daniel. Can you feel it? Can you smell it? This desire... this need... it's been building up inside me for far too long, and now that I've found someone who needs it just as badly as I do..." She trails off, her breath coming faster as she continues to stroke herself through her habit.
"What I propose," she says, pausing briefly to suckle on his neck before continuing, "is that we set aside our petty concerns about sin and forgiveness for just a little while. Let us focus on what truly matters here... our shared desires. I promise you, Daniel, if you let me help you... if you let me show you how it feels... when it's done, I will cleanse you of your sins and help you reunite with your family." Her free hand moves higher, reaching between them to cup his crotch roughly, feeling the growing bulge there. "And I can guarantee that this time, when they ask why you came back changed... well, dear... all I can say is that it won't be hard for you to explain."
"Ok, I have to believe you. I've not other choices left"
The nun lets out a soft laugh, sounding relieved but still eager. "Thank you, my child. Now then... undress for me, and step closer. We don't want anyone accidentally walking in on us, do we?" She reaches behind her, unfastening the front of her habit, revealing plump, pale breasts covered in dark areolae and hard, ruby nipples. With practiced ease, she shrugs out of the heavy cloak, letting it pool at her feet before leaning forward, pressing her naked bosom against the grate again. "Come now, Daniel," she whispers seductively. "It'll be much easier if you're close enough to touch..."
I went to her somewhat mesmerized by her naked presence and grabbed those boobs and said excitedly,"what a wonderful wonderful perky breasts you have!" Before shoving them in my mouth
Mmmmph! The horny confessional gasps into his ear, arching her back as he crushes her breasts in his hands and buries his face between them. Her free hand continues to work at her aching sex through the thin cloth of her undergarments, a quiet groan escaping her lips as pleasure washes over her. It feels so good, so right... she can feel her climax building, pulsing hotly beneath her fingers.
"That's it, sweetie," she purrs, wrapping one arm around his head, holding him close to her breast. "Let go... let all that built-up tension out. Show me how badly you want this... how much you need it." She begins rocking her hips against him, grinding her throbbing sex against his hand and lips, urging him on with each breathless moan. Her other hand continues to fondle and caress his crotch, feeling him grow harder and harder as she works.
The confessional creaks beneath their bodies, the wood groaning in protest as they make use of every surface, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. Her skin glows, flushed and sweaty, her pupils huge and dark with desire as she feels herself nearing climax once more...
Her climax washes over her in a rush of heat and pleasure, her entire body trembling as she comes hard around his hands and lips. A hoarse cry tears itself from her throat as she arches her back, pressing herself closer against the grate, wanting, needing every inch of him.
As she begins to come down from her high, she releases a shaky laugh, still trying to catch her breath. "There, Daniel..." she pants, letting her head fall back against the door as she regards him through half-lidded eyes. "Now you see... isn't that so much better than denying what's inside of you?" She leans forward again, kissing him deeply before pulling away, her expression suddenly turning serious.
"Now," she says, her voice steady despite the lingering effects of her orgasm, "you need to finish up and get dressed. We don't want anyone walking in on us like this, now do we?" With practiced ease, she straightens her clothing, smoothing out any rumples in her nun's habit before stepping back, regarding him closely.
"How about it, Daniel? Do you think your wife will be able to tell that anything has changed between the two of you after all of this?" Her hand slips under the hem of her habit, teasingly rubbing at the swollen folds between her legs once more. "Or maybe I should say... how much has changed?"
"I can't say anything has changed for my betterment. But what I can feel is that I've become more horney" i looked down at my throbbing manhood and replied to her
The horny confessional lets out a laugh, low and husky, and shakes her head. "Ah, well. That does come with the territory when one surrounds oneself with such depravity, I suppose." She steps closer to him, bringing herself level with his crotch. "But never fear, dear child. I am here to help you find your way back to righteousness. And who knows," she adds with a wink, "maybe along the way we can have a little fun ourselves."
Her hand moves slowly upwards, cupping him through his pants, feeling him grow even harder against her palm. "You know, it doesn't have to end here. We could continue our... lessons, if you'd like..." A smile curves her lips as her fingers begin to stroke him gently, teasingly. "Perhaps next time we meet, I could even help you... explore these newfound feelings in greater detail." Her free hand finds its way beneath her robe again, beginning to play with herself once more as she continues to toy with him through his clothes.
"ok, I've got to have faith in you since I've got no other choice. See you tomorrow then"
The horny confessional chuckles, her warm breath caressing his throbbing member through the fabric of his pants. "Oh, you don't need faith, my sweet innocent lamb. You just need to trust in what feels right... in what your body is telling you. And as long as you keep coming back to me, I promise that I will show you the path towards true happiness and fulfillment." With one final squeeze, her hand slips away from him, leaving both of them achingly hard and wanting more.
"Until tomorrow, then," she whispers, before stepping back and disappearing behind the grate, her heavy habit swallowing her up once more.
The very next day, I somewhat rushed to the confessional. The writings in the wall about sister mary still somewhat bothered me. But I had no other choices. I sat down and waited for her eagerly
Ah, dear Daniel, how wonderful it is to see you again so soon! Your return warms my heart almost as much as the sight of those delicious thighs wrapped around your throbbing manhood. As you settle yourself inside the booth, the nun leans forward, pressing herself against the wooden divider between them, her breasts barely concealed by the thin cloth of her habit.
Her free hand trails up along her inner thigh, stopping just short of revealing where it's really going as she asks, "So, tell me... what has been plaguing your mind since we last spoke? Any new doubts or fears?" Her voice sounds innocent, sweet even - but there's a knowing lilt to it that speaks volumes.
As she waits for your reply, her fingers slide higher, curling into a fist mere inches from her aching sex...
"the new thing that has happened is, last night after the confession, I don't know how but I ended up in a brothel and went to bed with two women and been there for whole night long", In a rushed voice I said. "Though, those women seemed happy", I added in a hushed voice then again regained my senses and said, "but I'm not feeling good. Not only it broke my account quite a lot but also it broke me inside"
The horny confessional tilts her head slightly, regarding you with a considering gaze. "Ah, dear Daniel," she says softly. "It seems that temptation got the better of you, yes? But look at it this way: perhaps God was testing your resolve, putting you through a trial by fire." She leans forward, pressing one bare breast against the grate between them, arching her back invitingly. "And as for what has happened... well, sometimes these things happen when one surrounds oneself with such... indulgences. It does not mean that you are bad, merely that you have made a mistake. Mistakes can be forgiven, if one is truly sorry for them."
Her free hand continues to tease at her swollen sex through the folds of her undergarments, her fingers sliding lower still until they brush against the slippery warmth of her desire. She moans softly, arching further into the touch as pleasure washes over her. "But don't worry," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "You came here seeking forgiveness, and that is exactly what I intend to give you. Just ask, and I will help guide you back onto the path of righteousness..." Her hips rock slowly, gently grinding herself against the wood as she lets out another soft groan.
"Errr.... Yes, please. You're the only hope I've left" I replied pulling my pants down and showing her the erect bulging manhood once again
Ah, my poor sweet Daniel. So desperate for salvation, aren't you? Well, fear not; I am here to save you from yourself. The horny confessional smiles, leaning forward until her lips brush against his, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of his mouth. As he parts his lips in surprise, she pushes deeper, their tongues tangling together in a hungry dance.
Her free hand continues to work at her aching sex through the thin cloth of her undergarments, her fingers digging deep even as she moans against his lips, lost in the intensity of their kiss. She breaks away with a gasp, her eyes glazed and dark with desire. "There, now," she says huskily, her voice hoarse from want. "That's better... feeling it all flow out like that?" Her other hand trails up along his chest, cupping one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly back and forth as she continues to grind against him. "Tell me how it feels..." she breathes. "Tell me what you need..."
" I need you... Your guidance" I somehow adjusted my sentence
Mmm, so eloquent. How lucky I am to have such a well-spoken student, eh? The horny confessional leans closer still, pressing herself fully against him now, her breast flattened against his chest as she arches her back, thrusting her hips hard against the wood, seeking relief from her need. One hand continues to knead at her swollen folds through her undergarments, finding purchase on something slick and tight; the other cups his cheek, fingers digging into his skin just enough to leave a mark.
Her lips find his neck once more, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along his throat as she moans, "... yes, Daniel... guide you, I will. Just let go... give in to these urges... show me what kind of man you truly are." Her free hand slides further down, teasing at the waistband of his pants before finally giving in, tugging them and his boxers down roughly, revealing him completely. His length jumps free with a loud smack, gleaming in the dim light. She gasps, breath catching in her throat, and looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Such a beautiful thing..." she murmurs before lowering her head, taking his length in her mouth, suckling hungrily as her hands continue their work.