Sins of the Flesh

"What kind of sin would it take to get you to moan the same way? Imagine it and lip sync with the woman's moans," the voice said.

Target > 35

1d100+6 Roll = 48

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 7

Zoe chews at her lip. At the voice's command, she can't help but picture herself in that stall. Her dress up around her waist with her bent over the toilet like some Jezebel with a handsome man laying claim to her virgin depths. His hands on her hips pulling her back into his masterful thrusts. Her cotton panties pulled to one side as he made a woman of her.

She does her best to lip sync along with the woman's moans, opening her mouth wide for the guttural grunts she imagines is from the man hitting a good spot. Zoe twists her fingers up into her dress to resist the temptation to lift the hem and let her fingers wander higher between her legs than Mr. Wilcox's did in the pew earlier. If she did that, she'd be moaning for real.

"Take a peek inside and take a photo by your phone to get evidence," the voice said.

Target > 10

1d100+7 Roll = 14

Successful Suggestion (+0 Corruption Points)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 7

After indulging in her imagination, Zoe needs only the slightest nudge forward from the voice of the Lord to chastise the church members capitulating to this temptation of sins of the flesh. Sullying the house of the Lord is beyond sacrilegious. She knows God wants her to find the sinners in the congregation, and she can't imagine a worse offense than a man spilling his seed under His roof.

The moaning gets louder. Zoe can hear skin slapping on skin and wet squelches. Even a virgin like her doesn't have to wonder what's happening in that stall. She fumbles in her purse for her phone and tiptoes on the tile floor. If God thinks a picture would help to show the sin of this congregation, then she wants to catch them in the act.

Zoe pulls on the stall door to see if it's locked. When it swings open, she holds up her phone and snaps the pic of Lucas from behind with his trousers down around his thighs, having sex with some blonde woman perched on the toilet, her dress bunched up on her hips and her panties hanging off an ankle. Zoe looks from the pic to the woman and asks, "Mom?"

Lucas stops thrusting and looks back over his shoulder. Inside the woman still as he says, "You mind? Kinda busy here." He pulls out and rests his cock on the woman's naked butt. "Though it's funny as fuck you think this is Mrs. B whimpering on dick on a toilet."

The blonde looks back, her hair falling into her face, her cheeks flushed. Any thought Zoe had that this could be her mom evaporates as she meets the eyes of her best friend Claire. "Yeah. Fuck off, Zoe. Some of us are trying to get dicked down here."

Zoe gags. "Really, Claire? Lucas? In the ladies' room? Have some dignity." Now she knows God set her on the right path to purify this congregation. Never before had she considered the sin could be so close to home. While they haven't been as close lately, Zoe and Claire were inseparable growing up. Her mom used to joke she never saw one without seeing the other too.

"Have you seen his dick? I'm not saying no to that." Claire rubs her butt along his length.

Zoe allows her gaze to linger for the first time. He'd been threatening to expose himself to her outside earlier, but she hadn't actually seen his dick then. Seeing it now has her thinking it looks big. She's never seen a hard cock in person before and is not sure how big it should be, but she can't imagine something that thick fitting inside her.

"Oh hey, I've got an idea. Two blondes instead of one. Get over here, Z." Lucas turns to face Zoe. His cock points at her, its head shiny from being inside Claire.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.