Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) Anonymous

You're doing very well, Sister Asia," the Priest said. He pat her head and stroked her hair, rubbing his fingers into her scalp.

Asia Argento, the Holy Maiden, raised her head, removing his cock from her mouth. She let out a cute little gasp, strands of pearly saliva falling onto her habit. "Th-Thank you, Father." Her gorgeous green eyes glimmered as she stroked his wet dick. "Do you think I'm getting close to erasing my sin, Father?"

You're getting close to something , the Priest thought. He almost groaned out loud as the innocent look in her eyes did as much for his arousal than her hand. "You're getting closer, Sister, but the road to repentance is long, and hard. It is through tending my long, hard shaft that you embark on a spiritual journey to forgiveness, and the journey of a thousand miles has many steps." He was fairly sure he'd gotten some Chinese wisdom mixed in there somewhere, but with the way her trained hand caressed his member, how her delicate thumb traced his glistening head, he was lucky to get anything out at all. Speaking of… "Prepare yourself, Sister, for another step is about to be completed."

Asia's eyes widened, and she lowered herself back on his rod. Her tongue traced his shaft as it slid down her throat, and she gagged as the head hit the back of her throat. The discomfort did nothing to stop her swallowing around his cock, nor her hands caressing what she couldn't swallow.

She'd become quite the talented cock sucker, thanks to the proper motivation.

It's been two weeks since he saw the Holy Maiden heal a Devil on Church grounds. He wasn't sure how the Devil got their, exactly, let alone in that condition, but it had been, and the kind hearted maiden gave mercy to the enemy. The Priest had been shocked and appalled, and so had she when he told her of the consequences of her action.

And as she looked at him with those big, teary eyes, his cock twitched. He hasn't always been a Priest. He used to be quite the player in his younger years, but one too many wild nights and some misplaced guilt landed him in the church. It's been many years since then, and Asia Argento isn't the first woman of the faith he's had his fun with. But never had one been so easy to trick, nor turned out so talented.

Pure and good she might be, but this Holy Maiden had an inner pervert, and he was more than happy to nurture it, as was his job.

Saliva trailed down her chin, causing her habit to stick to her cute chest. Her tongue worshipped his cock as it dragged up and down, in time with the bobbing of her head. Slurping sounds echoed through the empty church. Her cherubic cheeks coloured with as much arousal as embarrassment, and the enthusiasm with which she sucked him gave her away.

She turned her head and rubbed his head against the inside of her cheek. She kept the tip in her mouth, her tongue going wild on his glans. Her small hands slid furiously along his shaft, soaking her fingers in spit and pre-cum. Her heavy breathing buffeted his helmet with hot air, and it was the desperate look in her eyes that did it for him.

"Shit!" He grabbed her head and shoved it down in his lap. She coughed and gagged as it pierced her throat, and her eyes rolled back as he sprayed his seed. 

Her slender throat undulated, fighting to keep swallowing her bounty. Alas it was too much, and his cock slid from her lips to coat her pretty face with his cum. Her left eye closed as white strands splattered against her eyelid, and she kept her mouth open to catch the rest. So strong was his release that it jerked around in her grip, and her cheeks and fringe were coated in spunk.

Finally, his release ended, but Asia knew she wasn't done. Her mouth still open, she played with his sperm, rolling it around her mouth and infusing it's taste into her tastebuds. Only once he nodded did she close her mouth and swallow. His thick cum vanished down her throat, several lumps appearing under her tender flesh.

A minute later she opened her mouth wide. It was all gone. She panted with her mouth wide, and the Priest lay his helmet to rest on her tongue. Subconsciously, her tongue shifted,  rubbing his cock.

"You did very well, Sister Asia," he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He trailed down to her cheek and scooped a dollop of cum on his finger tip. He brought it to her nose and spread it along the edge of her nostrils. They flared, her eyes fluttering as she got a good whiff of his scent. "But we still have a long way to go, don't we?"

A light shined in her eyes. Her mouth closed around his tip, and she nuzzled into his palm as he laid it on her cheek, her eyes closing in joy.

It would have been a true shame to lose such a talent to fools who couldn't see it buried within. 

"Remove your habit, we do not wish to sully the cloth of the Lord any further, do we?"

She shook her head, and removed his cock so she could take off her habit. Her hair fell around her as the habit came over her head, and he stopped to stare.

She was an utter beauty, especially coated in his seed. Her eyes, once only containing devotion to the Lord, look upon him as her new saviour.

He grabbed her adorable breasts and took him time to feel them. Asia let out cute noises as she fluttered her eyelashes. She bit her finger to hold her moans as he fondled her chest. Then, she scooped up the seed on her eye and stuck her finger in her mouth, her pretty lips sliding along the slender digit, maintaining eye contact all the way.

The little slut. She was born for this.

"If you're that desperate for my taste," he said, letting go of a breast to grip his cock, "then get it from the source." The facade was dropped, the little whore was too far gone to remember why they were doing this. She always got so into it.

"Yes, Father," she said, but instead of taking his head back in her mouth, her lips wrapped around his balls instead. He hissed as her tongue caressed his sack, and she suckled him with a hum. She grabbed his dick with one hand and stroked, her thumb rubbing against the glans.

He closed his eyes and his head fell back. "You little slut." She hummed again, and he grit his teeth. "Perhaps you are a reincarnate of the Whore of Babylon. You're a fucking natural."

"Tha u Fafer," she said around his balls. She took them out her mouth and licked up his shaft. It was a slow movement, and her green eyes shimmered in the light that came through the stained glass windows above them. She rubbed his cock against her cheek and gave him a loving look that brimmed with lust. "I'm so grateful for this opportunity. Your generosity matches the Lord himself." She kissed the side of his shaft.

The Priest rubbed her scalp again as she went back to servicing him. He was never letting this slut go. She was perfection itself.

The Holy Maiden was a grade A whore, and soon enough, she wouldn't be a maiden at all.

She would be his little cockslut, and he knew she would love it.