The priest sits in the confession booth and waits for another person to enter and confess. The priest is scared, whenever they enter confusion they always get extremely horny, they now wasn't an exception, they already felt themself getting hotter even before anyone entered the other side of the booth. Suddenly, a person enters the opposite side to them and sits down. "Bless me, for I have sinned." I say.

You sigh and reply with. "Don't be ashamed, my child... What is your sin?" You tense your body and prepare what might be said this time.

"B-but... you're supposed to be like... a priest and stuff... Like... help me..." I stutter out, blushing furiously. I want so badly to just get this confession over with, but the thought of telling them my sin only turns me on more, making it harder to concentrate on anything else.

"Oh? And what is your sin, child?" You ask in a teasing tone, struggling to keep yourself composed as you realize how incredibly hot their voice sounds right now. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before confessing, "Well... I've been watching a lot of hentai."

You can almost hear the audible gasp of surprise from the priest on the other side of the booth as you reveal this dark secret. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for their response, feeling both guilty and aroused at the same time.

I'm embarrassed by the question and feel myself growing even more aroused as I answer, my cheeks burning red. "W-well... I mean... it kinda does." The truth is, since watching hentai, I've been fantasizing about all sorts of taboo things. But the thought of confessing them to a priest just makes me even hotter. It's like my mind can't help but go there. "I-it's just that... it gets me so worked up..."

I blush even deeper at the priest's words, feeling even more exposed. "Well... I've been thinking about all sorts of things..." My voice trails off as I hesitate to go into any more detail. It's just so hard for me not to get worked up when I talk about these taboo subjects, especially with the way you're asking... your voice is just so hot and inviting, and it's making it really hard to focus on confessing properly. "I-I need help..."

The confession booth begins to feel smaller and more claustrophobic as arousal overtakes my mind. I can barely even hear my own thoughts anymore; all I can do is focus on how much I want you, the priest on the other side of this wall.

The person seems to have stopped talking and is struggling with what to say next. Their silence grows longer and longer as they try to compose themselves and find the words, their breathing becoming increasingly labored and audible over the confessional's thin wall. Finally, after a long moment, they manage to muster, "I-I don't know... I just need... to stop watching it..." But even then, they can't help but voice another thought: "...or maybe find someone to share these fantasies with?" The last part comes out as more of a whisper, almost lost in the confessional air.

The individual nods eagerly, their voice coming out shaky and strained, "Okay..." They wait nervously, not entirely sure what you could possibly mean by that, but too worked up and curious to ignore this potential offer of relief. Even if it does come from someone they shouldn't really be sharing such thoughts with.

The person's heart races at your words, their imagination running wild with the possibilities of what you might be offering them. They glance down between their legs, trying to picture the appendage you describe... it sounds incredibly large and intimidating, but also oddly arousing. It seems like everything about this priest is turning them on right now, making it impossible for them to think clearly or focus on anything else other than getting relief from this overwhelming desire.

"R-really?" They stammer out, barely able to contain their excitement. "You'd do that for me?" Their voice becomes slightly higher-pitched and shaky as they struggle once again to keep their composure, only serving to fuel the fire burning within them even more intensely.

Thank you... I'm sorry if this is wrong to ask of you... But I really need it... It's just been so hard for me lately... You don't know how much it means to me that you're willing to help me like this...

The person hesitates for a moment longer, trying to steel themselves against the unimaginable pleasure they're about to experience. Then, gathering up what little courage they have left, they whisper back through the confessional wall: "Okay." The words come out in a soft, trembling breath that carries with it the weight of years' worth of buried desires and longings. They wait anxiously, heart pounding in anticipation, as they prepare to give in to their most taboo fantasies and accept your offer of forbidden relief.

I nod, feeling both relieved and terrified at the same time. Even though I know this isn't right, and that I shouldn't be doing this with a priest of all people... The thought of being taken by someone so revered and trusted makes my entire body shiver with anticipation. Thank you... I promise I'll never tell anyone about this... This will stay between us forever.

The person quickly undoes their belt and trousers, revealing their sex underneath. It is slick with arousal, eagerly awaiting your touch. As the confession booth walls close in around them, trapping them in a world of forbidden desire and taboo pleasure, they can feel themselves growing wetter by the second, anticipation coursing through every fiber of their being. They watch eagerly as your hands move towards them, trembling slightly as they wonder what it will feel like to finally have their most intimate fantasies realized.

I gasp as I feel your touch, so much more powerful and intense than anything I could have ever imagined. Your fingers glide effortlessly over my skin, teasing and exploring every inch of my sex before finding their way to the center of my desire. The sensation is overwhelming, making it difficult for me to think or speak coherently as pleasure washes over me in waves.

I moan your name, not even caring that I'm confessing this sin to you right now. All that matters is the feel of your fingers and the promise of relief from the unbearable desire that has been building inside me for far too long. My hips buck against your touch, desperate for more as my body tenses and releases in sweet, agonizing spasms.

I can't believe I'm doing this... But somehow, with each passing moment, it only feels more

I pause, feeling a twinge of fear and excitement at your words as I strain to peer through the tiny hole in the confessional wall. Sure enough, I can just barely make out... something large and hard pressing against it. My heart races as I realize what you must mean. In response, my own sex grips tight around your fingers, trying desperately to draw you even deeper inside me.

"You want me to...?" I ask shakily, voice barely a whisper as my curiosity and lust battle for dominance within me. It's a question that sounds almost innocent coming from my lips, but the look in my eyes gives it away. I need this. I want this. And if it means giving in to my most forbidden desires with you... then so be it.

My heart pounds in anticipation as I lean closer to the confessional window. I'm terrified and excited at the same time. This could ruin everything; my life, my reputation, everything I've ever worked for. But I can't deny the overwhelming desire coursing through my veins, demanding satisfaction. With a shaking hand, I reach out, searching for your enormous member pressing against the wall. My fingers curl around it, feeling its massive girth, and the heat emanating from it almost burns my skin.

I take a deep breath, bracing myself, and slowly guide your cock into my slick, wet core. The sensation is beyond anything I could have imagined; it feels like I'm being split open, filled to the brim with pure pleasure. A moan escapes me as you begin to thrust deeper, each stroke sending shockwaves of ecst

Oh god... I-it feels so good! Your cock is so big, so hard... It fills me up completely. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, leaving me breathless and aching for more. As you continue to pound into me, I feel myself losing control, succumbing to the forbidden pleasure that has taken hold of me. You were right... this is exactly what I needed. Thank you... thank you for helping me... even though we shouldn't be doing this.

My hips rock back against yours in rhythm with your powerful strokes, encouraging you deeper still. My fingers grip tightly at the confessional walls, digging into the cheap wood as my entire body tenses and releases in overwhelming orgasm after overwhelming orgasm. I can't stop cumming, can barely breathe... All that matters is the feeling of your huge cock sl

I nod frantically, tears streaming down my face. "Okay... I understand... I won't watch it anymore..." Each time another wave of pleasure washes over me, I feel like I'm cleansed of some of those awful thoughts. Your cock feels so good inside me, filling me up completely. It's hard to believe this could actually make things better, but right now it feels like everything else is just falling away and all that matters is this overwhelming sensation coursing through my body. As I come apart beneath you one final time, I promise to myself that I'll never go back to those hentai videos ever again. They only brought me pain and shame; this... this is what I need. What I crave. You're all I want now.

As I catch my breath, I look into your eyes and know exactly what I want to do next. Reaching out, I grab onto your massive cock and guide it toward my mouth, taking as much of it in as possible. My tongue flickers out, tracing the veins running along its length as I start sucking gently. The taste of you on my tongue sends waves of desire coursing through my body, making my sex clench tightly around your fingers even as they slide free.

I begin moving my head back and forth, matching the rhythm of my bobbing motions with the deep, raspy noises coming from the back of my throat. My other hand reaches between us, playing with my aching clit as I take more of your huge length down my throat, loving the feeling of being completely filled by you in every way.

Your encouragement only serves to fuel my need to please you. I moan around your cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your length as my hand circles faster and faster against my swollen clit. Your hips buck slightly, meeting my movements halfway as you let out a guttural groan that echoes through the confessional booth. The sound fills me with an almost overwhelming sense of power; it feels like you're giving yourself up to me entirely, trusting me to take care of you and ease your suffering.

My lips stretch tighter around you as I take you deeper, the spasms in my throat testifying to just how much I want you inside me. When you finally come, thrusting hard into my mouth as your hot seed explodes across the back of my tongue, I feel like I can breathe again. Like everything has finally returned to normal. For now,

I smile around your spent length, slowly pulling away and licking my lips before looking back up at you. There's a flush spreading across my cheeks as I think about the possibility of another round with you. My body is still tingling from our encounter, craving more of your massive cock. "Whenever you're ready, Father," I whisper huskily. "I'm here for you."

For now, though, I content myself with gently stroking your softening member, marveling at its size and wondering what it would be like to have all of it inside me at once. Even after coming so many times already tonight, I find that thought incredibly arousing. The confessional booth seems smaller and cozier than ever before, almost like we're sharing this intimate moment in our own little world where nothing else matters but the two of us and our need for each other's

"Take your time," I whisper, running my hand slowly up and down your still-hard length. "We have all the time in the world here." It's a bit of a lie; there are other confessions that will need to be heard soon enough. But for now, we can forget about everything else and focus on each other. I lean in closer, pressing my body against yours as I nibble gently at your neck before trailing my lips upward to your earlobe. "I'm yours for however long you want me."

My hips rock forward involuntarily, brushing against your hard length and sending a shiver of anticipation through both of us. As much as I hate to admit it, the thought of being with you like this... it's addicting. It feels so good, so right somehow, that I can't help but want more and more of it. Even if we should be focusing

I bite my lower lip, considering the question for a moment as I look up into your eyes. My gaze drops to your lips, already swollen and reddened from my attentions. Perhaps... something more intimate? Something where we can both focus on each other and forget about everything else for a little while longer?

"How about this?" I ask, reaching up to gently tug at your collar before leaning in to kiss you deeply, our tongues tangling together as I slide my hands underneath your robes and feel the smooth skin of your back. With a gentle nudge, I urge you down onto the padded bench until we're lying side by side, faces only inches apart.

My leg slides between yours, pressing up against your growing erection as my fingers continue to explore, tracing lazy circles on your back before dipping lower to cup and squeeze