There have been events in your life that have put a lot of pressure on you. Life didn't seem like heaven, every day you thought about how to make ends meet. You were walking after your regular shift at a strip club, and suddenly a small church caught your attention.
Lilith didn't know why, but she was drawn there. Her appearance wasn't quite right, but she made up her mind anyway. People looked at her with contempt and curiosity. She noticed the queue at the booth where the confession was apparently taking place. Taking her place in the queue, she began to wait, shifting from one foot to the other.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lilith finally reached the front of the line. The priest at the other side of the screen was waiting patiently for her confession with his hands clasped together. She couldn't see his face because of the partition, but he could see her. His voice was velvety, captivating, "Do you want to repent, my child?"
Lilith's voice was hoarse and hesitant when she answered, "Yes... I need to repent. I do not know how to do this, Holy Father." Her fingers tightened around the rosary beads hanging from her neck as she spoke, drawing strength from their presence.
"Come closer, my child," the priest said softly. "Confess your sins to me and seek forgiveness." Lilith did as she was told, moving closer to the screen until it was only inches away from her face. She could feel his gaze burning into her skin, but she forced herself not to look back.
"I am a stripper," she said, barely above a whisper. "I dance for men and they give me money for it." There was silence in the room for a moment before the priest spoke again.
"And what else, my child? Has your life led you down a darker path than that?" His voice was gentle, almost kind, but there was an edge to it as well; like he could see right through her.
There is more to your story than just this, isn't there? she heard him asking through the screen. The question was like a dagger piercing her heart; it hurt so much because it struck such a nerve within her. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to gather courage before continuing. "Yes... yes, Father," she whispered hoarsely. "Before I was stripper, I was... less innocent."
"You've led a difficult life, my child," the priest said softly, his tone now filled with empathy and understanding. "The choices we make when we are young can often haunt us for years to come." His words comforted her somewhat; they made her feel less ashamed of herself, as if he had forgiven her already. But she knew that true forgiveness would only come from within. Joseph looked at her slender figure in a short dress. There was no denying it... She was very seductive.
"Do you want to atone for your sins?" the priest asked. Lilith nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes. A smirk appeared on the priest's face that she couldn't see. "Did you like undressing for men, sinner?" he whispered with affection in his voice.
"Yes... it was a way to survive." Lilith's voice came out as a whimper; she hated admitting that to herself, let alone to someone else. But something in that voice made her shudder, she felt a strange ball.
A priest should never take advantage of the weaknesses of others... but he could understand why she found it difficult to resist his question. "You liked it when they glared at you, didn't you? " He continued in a venomously sweet voice, "You liked it... please them."
Lilith bit her lip as tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded numbly, feeling ashamed and guilty all over again. "Yes... sometimes I did," she whispered hoarsely. The priest's words were like poison to her soul; they made her feel even dirtier and more worthless than before. But still, she was unable to look away from him behind the screen.
Lilith felt her breath hitch in her throat as he continued speaking, his words laced with venom and desire. The priest's grin became even wider, because he saw how red her cheeks were, how her breathing quickened. "You're such a bad girl, honey," he grumbled with mock disappointment, "You liked taking off your clothes, you liked being touched."
Lilith felt her heart pounding in her chest as he continued to speak, his voice low and seductive despite the disapproval in his words. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, wanting more of this attention... wanting to be wanted again like she had been on stage all those nights. But deep down, she knew that it was wrong, that she shouldn't feel this way about someone who was supposed to help her find redemption.
Lilith blinked, her confusion turning to fear as the partition slid aside.
"Hmm?"
she stammered, her gaze darting nervously. The priest leaned closer, studying her small figure with a steady gaze.
He took a step forward, towering over her as he lowered his head to meet her eyes. His breath ghosted across her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. "You liked it when I talked dirty," he growled, his hand reaching out to cup her breast roughly through the fabric of her dress. She gasped at the sudden contact and arched into his touch, her nipple hardening against his palm.
Lilith began to breathe even harder, feeling trapped. Her whole body was tense with surprise. She didn't even dare to look into his eyes. "Yes, Father..." she confessed with shame in her voice.
The priest let out a deep chuckle as he began to fondle her other breast through the dress, rolling her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "That's it, my little slut," he growled, pushing her roughly against the confessional booth. "You missed being touched like that." He stepped even closer, pressing their bodies together as he ground himself against her leg.
Lilith whimpered in response, feeling helpless and aroused at the same time. Her breath hitched in anticipation of what was to come next.
The priest continued to stroke her, moving one hand down to grope between her legs roughly through the layers of her dress. She moaned, arching into his touch as he found her slick and eager. With a harsh grunt, he yanked down her panties and buried two fingers deep inside of her, fucking her brutally.
"That's it," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her head back, "you missed this.". He wanted to play with her like a beautiful toy, give her orders, check her boundaries.
His other hand slid between their bodies to cup his hard length through his robes, teasing himself as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tightness, claiming what was rightfully his. Lilith moaned louder each time she felt him inside of her, losing herself in the sensations that threatened to consume her.
Suddenly, he took his fingers out of her crotch and brought them to her plump, trembling lips.
Lilith slowly opened her lips, nervously taking him into her mouth as she was told. Her tongue darted out to taste herself. She closed her eyes and slowly began to lick the moisture off his fingers.
The priest's breath caught in his throat as he felt her tongue gliding over his skin, taking him deeper into her mouth with each stroke. He thrust his fingers harder inside of her, matching the rhythm of her sucking movements, losing himself in this forbidden pleasure. His free hand tangled in her hair, holding her head still as she continued to worship him like a slut.
He growled, "That's it... you like that, don't you?" She moaned around his fingers, nodding frantically. "Tell me what else you need," he demanded roughly, pressing her against the booth with his body as he thrust into her relentlessly.
She's mine, the priest thought as he leaned forward, kissing her roughly. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth and his fingers dug deep into her wet warmth. Lilith moaned around him, arching into the contact. "I need you..." she panted. "I want your cock." She reached between them, desperately trying to find purchase on his erection. The touch sent a shiver through him and he growled with pleasure.
"Not so fast, girl," he growled hoarsely, tugging at a lock of her hair, "On all fours, I need to look at your holes."
"Yes, Father..." Lilith obediently complied, getting onto all fours in front of him. Her rosary beads slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor as she spread her legs wide for his pleasure. The priest walked around behind her, admiring her body on display: the curve of her ass, the pink bud of her nipples visible through her dress... It was heavenly.
He bent down as if studying something. Every muscle in her body was perfect. But he noticed by candlelight that her anal ring was darker than the rest of her skin.
He reached out and brushed a finger over that forbidden area, teasing her delicately. Lilith let out a whimper as he traced slow circles around her tight ring of muscle. "You're so dark here" he asked roughly "I think I know what that means."
With his hand teasing her ass, she tensed and whimpered softly. She wanted him there, deep inside her... wanting anything to fill this ache within her. "Please, F-Father..." She didn't know what else to say; the words escaped from her lips in a broken whisper.
"I bet you beg like that for them all," he growled, his finger finally sliding into her ass, slowly but with force. Her body tensed and arched back as she let out a moan of pleasure and pain. "Tell me who else has been inside you?". His finger painfully slowly entered and exited her, making her squirm in torture.
"I-I don't know what you mean..." she whimpered, half truth and half fear. The feel of his finger moving inside her made it impossible to focus on anything else but the pleasure he was giving her. Her ass contracted around his finger as she arched back even further.
"Yes, you do," the priest growled, "and you'll tell me." With that, he slid his finger free and brought it up to her lips. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his digit, sucking greedily as he thrust back inside of her. He began fucking her ass roughly with one hand while the other moved to undo his robes, revealing his hard cock straining against his undergarments.
"Tell me who you've been with," he growled into her ear. "Was it your clients? The boss?"
Lilith felt herself getting wetter and wetter by the second. She was delighted with the way his fingers caressed her anal hole. "They were all there.. "I'm sorry," she whispered breathlessly, embarrassment in her voice.
The priest thrust his fingers even deeper inside her as he heard this confession. Her wetness only increased the pleasure he took from her tight hole. "So you can be wider for me? "I'm sorry," he growled, spreading his fingers a little inside. "Can you be wider for me?".
Her ass clenched around his fingers as he penetrated deeper, her taut muscles roughly milking him.
"Please,"
Lilith whined, arching her back even more, "How much wider do you need to be?".
His reply was harsh and breathless as he leaned closer, practically spitting out the words into her ear. "I want you to be so wide that my cock can fill every inch of your ass... And then I'm going to fuck you until I come deep inside you.". He abruptly removed his fingers, watching her black hole. She still wasn't open enough, and an idea came to his mind.
The priest knelt down between her legs, grabbed a fistful of his robes and yanked them roughly off over his head. His naked body towered above Lilith as he spread her legs wider, bending down to lick and suck at her sensitive entrance. He circled her tight ring with his tongue, lapping up the moisture before pushing inside.
Her slickness only served to heighten his hunger for more; her cries of pleasure echoed in his ears as he filled himself on the taste of her. When she was wet enough and stretched to the limits by his ministrations, he straightened up, positioning himself at her entrance.
Her anal hole gaped, becoming big enough. "Do you want to know how much it is in diameter?" he croaked with a sneer.
Her heart raced as she realized what was about to happen. Her breath came out in short gasps and her body tensed, waiting for his invasion. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely. "Fill me."
His cock brushed against her opening, slick with her arousal and his pre-cum. He growled low in his throat as he began to push inside, filling her slowly but surely. It felt so good, filling this tight heat around him. Her breath hitched in her throat as he bottomed out, his hips pressing against hers as he finally claimed what was rightfully his.
"You're mine," he rasped, bending down to capture her lips in a rough, possessive kiss. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he began to move inside of her. She whimpered and arched her back, meeting each thrust with desperate need. "You're mine," he repeated against her lips, pumping his hips slowly at first but gaining speed and force as his desire built.
Lilith's eyes rolled back in her head as he drove deeper into her. "Yes," she whimpered, "Yours." Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations building within her. His pace increased, his harsh grunts of pleasure filling the air around them as they became lost in their mutual need.
"You feel so good," he growled into her ear, thrusting roughly inside of her. Her ass clenched around him, milking his cock with each movement as she surrendered completely to his dominance. She was the most perfect slut; she made him forget all about being a priest for a moment. "You're so tight..." he groaned, moving faster now, losing control as his climax neared.
Lilith arched her back even further, moaning loudly as he pounded into her. His cock was unyielding, demanding complete submission. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with need. "Please..." she begged breathlessly. "Stretch me out."
"That's it," he growled, his grip tightening on her hips. With one final thrust that sent shockwaves through both their bodies, he emptied himself inside of her. He groaned heavily, collapsing forward onto her trembling form as he spilled his seed deep within her ass. His chest rose and fell rapidly with exhaustion from the intense physical exertion and pleasure.
"You're mine," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Now get dressed and go."
Lilith lay limp beneath him, her body still trembling with aftershocks as she came apart around his cock. A shudder wracked through her as he thrust one final time and spilled himself into her ass. She whimpered softly, feeling both relieved and exhausted.
The priest waited until Lilith had dressed before straightening up and walking back to the confessional booth. He leaned against it wearily, catching his breath as he tried to process everything that had just happened between them. It was unlike anything he'd experienced before... raw, primitive and more intense than any other sin he'd ever committed.
But she was still a sinner in need of redemption, wasn't she? And it would be his duty to help her find it. His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he reached up and adjusted his clerical collar, straightening it around his neck once more. "And what about you?" he muttered under his breath. "Can you forgive yourself for what you've done... Father Joseph?"
"I don't know... maybe I need to do more..." she said softly, still feeling the weight of her sins on her shoulders. Her words sent a shiver down his spine as he watched her walk out of the church, back into the world where sin and temptation waited for her like hungry wolves. But at least now, she had someone to guide her through it all... even if that someone was him.
The priest knew he couldn't let her wander alone anymore. He would have to find her again; make sure she stayed on the path to redemption. But first... there were others in need of his guidance, sinners who needed forgiveness just as much as Lilith did. With a deep breath and steeling himself against temptation, he left the confessional booth and made his way back out into the church. His work had only just begun.
The priest knew he couldn't let her wander alone anymore. He would have to find her again; make sure she stayed on the path to redemption. But first... there were others in need of his guidance, sinners who needed forgiveness just as much as Lilith did. With a deep breath and steeling himself against temptation, he left the confessional booth and made his way back out into the church. His work had only just begun.