Father Michaels.

I look up at the newcomer as my tits bounced from the movement of Mark’s thrusting. It took me several moments before I realised who it was. “Father Michaels,” I have said half groaned through the pleasure, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you not in your robes.”

His eyebrows raised as he stared at me, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you naked Kimberly,” he had a point there, and for some reason, I blushed. “I take it I will be seeing you at confession tomorrow?” Father Michaels was a nice older man, relatively thin and maybe sixty.

I felt like a chastised schoolgirl and whimpered, “Yes, Sir.”

He shook his head, “And who is on the other side of the wall?”

I could hear the moans from Mark as he continued to fuck my slutty cunt, “My boyfriend, Mark.”

“Boyfriend, so naked in public and sex out of wedlock, I think you will have several things to confess tomorrow.”

Suddenly it hit me that the Father of my Catholic Church was in an adult shop, “Father Michaels,” I grabbed the bench as I approached an orgasm. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled as he undid his belt, “We all have our vices, Kimberly.”

I moaned and licked my lips, “Would one of yours be twenty-year-old parishioners stuck in a fuck hole at the local adult shop?”

He laughed a little, “Well, I never would have worded it that way before today, but I suppose so.”

He dropped his pants and underwear, his cock already half-hard, it seemed a reasonable size, thought nor huge, his balls hung low. I bit my lip, “So how do you want me?” I moaned, “Do you want me to worship your cock lovingly, or do you want to ravage my throat?” I asked as he stepped forward, “You could fuck my throat and **** my tits, so the bruises are visible when I come to confession tomorrow.”

I was almost squealing in pleasure from both the fucking Mark was giving me and the dirtiness of the experience of having my priest getting ready to fuck my face.

“You are a little slut, aren’t you? Make sure you come in early for confession tomorrow, I’m on my own for the first couple of hours.”

I nodded as his cock head touched my lips, “If I am done here, or maybe I can come straight from here,” I kissed his cockhead. “Go to church to confess while still dripping cum.”

He moaned at my words. “If you show up smelling of sex I don’t know if I could resist.” He told me as I sucked his head.

“So, maybe I can ride you while confessing. Would you like that, fucking my cum filled fertile cunt while I confess about how much of a slut I have been?”