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The moan he let out by your ear was beyond pornographic. You were just squeezing him so tightly with that wet pussy of yours. Is this was he had been depriving himself of all these years?
“How’s that feel Cho?”
Like fucking heaven he thought. How could mere words explain the euphoric feeling of having a woman ride him for the first time, and not just any woman- you. You were his deceptively sweet congregation member. He always took note of the cross you wore that chest of yours. It was tantalizing. You were the star of many of his dreams the past few weeks, but nothing he could have dreamt of would amount to this.
Feeling your snug little pussy squeeze him as you rode him gently giving him soft pecks as kisses with a contradictory vice grip on his hair and neck.
“Answer me Priest kamo”
He felt you tighten your grip around his neck as you demanded an answer.
“Feels… so good… so so good” between his pants he slurred his words out. You looked at his pretty eyes and felt a surge of pride and affection. You swore you would let go of your old ways before joining the church, but how were you to know that sin incarnate would be leading your sermons? That a man so pretty would be in your confessionals? That the man who had been blameless till you touched him would sound so heavenly beneath you and stretch you out so well? Heavenly-ironic isn’t it?
You noticed that drool began to collect at the side of his mouth and run down his chin. Giving kitten licks up the trail, you worked your way to his ear easing your grip on the poor mans throat, massaging his scalp.
“Good boy” the pews creaked with the effort of your renewed vigor in riding him. You were not immune to the whimpers and whines coming from the man as he dropped his head and nuzzled your neck for some semblance of stability. He just sounded so pretty. Now if god truly wanted you to reform your ways why would he place such a pure man in front of you. Was your banishment from the heavens not enough?
None of the angels you had met had a fraction of the restraint of the man in shambles beneath you, and yet here he was allowing you the destroy his good name. You were trapped in a mortal body now, and had a small fraction of empathy for them now but you couldn’t resist leaning in one more time to whisper
“Fucking me in your church Preist Choso? Aren’t you ashamed, sir” you knew how formalities got to him. After all you had spent months getting to know him. Learning that he was more likely to stare when you wore that pretty little gold necklace, with a cross that was ever so slightly inverted, but no one would notice that.
“Fuck I know baby, I know… I can’t help it.. too— too good” every would came out labored, accentuated with his pants and moans.
For a man who already waited 28 years to feel the warmth of pussy you were proud of him for holding out so long. His pretty pink tip was hitting you so steadily that you felt him hit your cervix squarely with each thrust. You weren’t exactly silent yourself, wanting to ensure that he heard how good he fucked you under the watchful eye of his creator.
“You’re fucking me so full Cho” the nickname was one you picked up when he invited you over a few months ago and snooped through some baby photos. His mother left when he was young, but who could really blame you for using his mommy issues against him. It was so mouthwatering to hear him sniffle a bit, a whimper of shame bubbling to the surface, because you both new this wasn’t the last time he was fucking you.
Especially as he startled you by grabbing the ends of the floral dress you still wore and hoisted them up to kneed your ass like dough. He licked a stripe up your neck and planted soft kisses that were clearly growing in confidence up your jawline. They were sloppy and tentative, but oh did they do the job. You felt yourself flutter around him as he trapped the base of your neck with one hand and your hip with the other. He kissed, biting, licking and sucking at your lips with every intention of taking in every taste you had to offer.
Using the hand still on your hip he began to roll your hips over him and snap his hips up to meet yours. And for possibly the first time since you lost your heavenly privileges you were grateful for this weak body. You felt every sensation so deeply as he refused to let up his onslaught on your lips and pussy.
“So good, so- ha, fucking perfect, you’re perfect, my perfect girl”
You can’t deny that his raw honesty in fucking for the first time was getting to you, quickly at that. He paused kissing you for a moment to lean his head back on the pew and simply feel you. Feel that pussy contracting as he found your spot, feel his chest swell with pride as he managed to please you so well his first time, feel how you strangled his cock and looked so beautiful doing it. For fucks sake were you some kind of demon sent here just to make him question his faith. Choso bit down on his lip hard as he felt you reach back down and resume sucking and licking his neck. He actually felt tears prick at his eyes with the overwhelming stimulation. To think he saw you as sweet, as innocent, someone he was afraid to corrupt with his impure thoughts. And here you were treating him like filth and he knew he’d never get enough of it.
He melted into the kiss as you moaned into him, you smiled as you felt him messily shove his tongue into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Fuck me” you gasped as he managed to angle himself deeper with a vice like grip on your waist. He practically jackhammered himself into your pussy, setting a much more unforgiving pace as he felt himself draw close again. The pew was filthy by now as your slick and Choso precum mixed and saliva dribbled from the sloppy kiss.
Without warning, Choso stood up and briefly pulled himself out of you forcing you to stand. Angling you so that you were facing the row of pews infront of you, he pulled your hips towards him
“Can i please fuck you like this”
As he placed one hand on your tummy and kissed your ear pleadingly you began to wonder who was really the demon here.
“Hmm baby?” He spoke again
“Yes yes hurry up”
That was all the confirmation he needed before he plunged himself into you swiftly causing you both to moan out.
Fuck. What kind of trouble would he be in if anyone walked in at this hour. It was almost one in the morning and though he had spent many a night in the church, it was never for a reason as crude as this, fucking a member of his church, of his flock. It felt dirty and humiliating in a way he could only feel in his aching cock and full balls.
He wanted you to take 28 years of frustration in one go. Perhaps that was unfair to you he thought, but you moaned so wantonly as you twisted into a sinful curve and kissed him though his thrusts. Preist Choso , swore an oath to god but how could he resist the plight of a woman in need.
Choso felt his knees weaken and put his large hands over yours as you gripped the pews for dear life. A small part of him began to wish that someone would walk in, that he could show someone else how beautiful a pair you made; him pussydrunk and slurring his words, you a cockhungry deceptive whore. Yea he thought he’d like that
“I didn’t know you were such a greedy slut, baby” Choso felt his hips stutter a bit at that as he whined into the kiss you broke to berate him. He needed more.
“Please keep talking to me like that” you felt your pussy clench again at his response.
Checkmate. He was yours.
“Yea, Priest Choso?” You mocked, “i didn’t know you were so weak for pussy when you’re never even had it”
“Fuck, yes, yea, mhm” Choso was nearly incoherent now, the normally playful but reserved man, being reduced to a shell of himself because of you.
“You think God is proud of how youre using me right now, baby” Choso felt the familiar prick of tears as his shame and arousal rose like bile in his thoat, or perhaps more accurately, like the thick cum in his balls.
“No… fuck no, ngh I can’t help it… sucking me in- ha, please baby, please, oh please”
“That mouth is so filthy for a pure, god faring priest” choso felt the tears run down his red cheeks freely now, but what could he do, he was too far gone in your scent, your heat sucking him in so perfectly. He felt devoted to you in that moment, and it directly worked against to oath he swore. He was drowning in your pussy, literally and metaphorically.
“Fuck, fuck… ha- shit I need… fuck, please, can I cum, please?” He needed to cum so badly, balls aching for your permission. He was right where you needed him to reach your own release. But you knew he would say and do just about anything to cum in you and you wanted to hear it.
“You can do better than that Cho , right baby” you gave his head a sweet scratch and deliberately arched your back onto him so that he was as deep as he could possibly be, balls aching against your clit. “Beg me and make sure god hears who you belong to”
“Fuck, shit…please, please, I’ll serve you, I’m yours- take me… ha, I can’t do this anymore, I need to cum so badly, your pussy is making me ache to breed you, please let me, yea? Please, fucking let me, I’ll serve you so well- ha”
A broken man pleading so prettily was not one you could ignore and his words were music to your ears. He renounced the person who banished you to this place and so with the benevolence you both deserved you breathed out between his kisses that were now salty with his shameful tears
“ that’s a good boy, I think you deserve to cum with me, so cum baby” with the obedience of a saint Choso felt himself whine into your lips as he succumbed to the vice grip your pussy had him in. He held of your the very last second feeling you contract and moan around him. In the most vocal display of the night you sang his praises as you came around that thick cock he hid underneath those robes of his
“Fuck me - oh- oh yes Cho that’s a good boy, fuck!”
It was sinful the way you sang his praises riding out your high. But fuck he was so big and full of cum that you couldn’t help it.
“Fucking mine, that pussy is all mine, it’s perfect, you hear me, ngh oh yea, fuck that’s it baby mhm” Choso kept his pace strong and steady to his credit, even though his knees buckled and he was now openly crying. He was almost worried he’d turn you off before he finished emptying everything he’d been storing for you. Working past a point of over stimulation you both openly whined as he worked his pretty tip in you suddenly not wanting a drop of cum to slip out of that pretty pussy of yours. You leaned back to kiss him once more and peck him on the lips before licking at his tears again. He shivered at your motions as he rode out his high. You were just so perfect that he didn’t even want to pull out. What have you done to him?
Sitting back down on the pew in your now filthy row he was careful to keep your hips glued to his lap. It was endearing in a way you thought. How he kept working you on himself and kissing you ignoring the cum that was now dripping out of you, mumbling about how perfect you felt and how amazing that was. If you were a kinder woman perhaps you would climb off him and let him return to some semblance of normalcy, but you were anything but that weren’t you. Well you had ample time to tell him about the deal he just made with the devil. You had all the time in the world.