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She knelt in the darkness, waiting. She could smell the incense as it hung in the air. Incense and candle wax, and furniture polish. Those were the smells she associated with the church.The grille slid back. She could just make out the outline of the priest’s head in the dim light behind him as he waited for her to confess.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been six years since my last confession.”She paused, tilting her head to try and peer through the wooden grille separating them. She could detect a whiff of aftershave and stale cigarette smoke as his cassock rustled as he got himself comfortable.“What are your sins, my child?”Her clasped hands clenched, the knuckles turning white as my mouth went dry.She falteringly struggled to begin the sentence. Then, the words came out in a rush.“I’ve been having an affair with a married man, Father.”She heard the intake of breath. She could see him shifting forward in his seat, as if leaning in to hear the salaciousness better.“How long has it been going on?” His voice oozed through the grill.“Four months, Father.” She paused, swallowing. “Since just before Christmas.”“I see. That’s quite a while. How did it start?”“My boss asked me to work late one evening. We had a big order to go Yakacık escort bayan out of the factory and there was a lot of paperwork. After we had finished, he invited me to come into his office for a drink.”The priest couldn’t help licking his lips as he listened. The girl’s voice was young, he imagined she was in her early twenties at most. The thought of her being taken by her older boss made his cock twitch.He’d caught a glimpse of her kneeling in one of the pews earlier as he’d entered the confessional box. There had only five parishioners waiting and only one was under forty. This must be the girl with the wavy brunette hair.As he listened to her recounting her tale, the visuals played in his mind. He could see it all. Her boss, older, successful, married with kids, not passing up an opportunity to flirt with his young secretary.“Then after I’d taken a drink of the whiskey, Father, he kissed me. It was just a friendly peck on the cheek, nothing more. A ‘thank you for a good job’ kiss.”The priest thought to himself, ‘I bet he did more than just kiss you though, didn’t he? And you didn’t say no. A good girl would have said no but you’re not a good girl.’ His hands were sliding over his Escort Atalar cassock now, rubbing his thighs as he felt himself stiffen.The priest felt like he was watching it all as the girl told him how her boss had slid a hand along her thigh and pushed her dress up. He could see it all. The man leaning in for a kiss, pressing his mouth to hers as his fingers moved up her thigh and grasped her tight ass cheek. His hands sliding over her knickers as he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her towards him. The girl’s head tilted back, offering herself to him.As the girl knelt, recounting her tale, she felt her knickers dampen. She too was visualising the scene. She’d been wearing her green dress that flared out at the waist. It showed off her figure, accentuating her tight waist but it meant his hand could easily slide up her thigh.She threw her head back as his lips traced her jawbone and slid over her neck. She arched her neck, swan-like. Offering herself to him as his hand caressed her bum through her knickers.She knew she should say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ but it felt so good. When his two hands went up her dress and pulled her knickers down, she was too far gone to care. She described how his fingers Kadıköy escort had brushed the curls between her legs as she shuffled her legs wider apart for him. How he’d moaned into her neck as her fingers brushed the outline of his cock through his trousers.As she told the priest how she’d slid down onto her knees in front of him, she paused. She had heard a rustle of cloth and was sure there had been the sound of a zipper too.“Go on, my child,” the priest ordered, sounding slightly breathless.As the girl continued her tale of how she had unfastened her boss’s belt, the priest wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his cock, now hanging out on his unzipped trousers. He imagined it was the girl caressing him as his fingers slowly moved up and down the shaft.“He told me to do it, Father. He practically ordered me to suck his cock.”‘Oh God,’ the priest shuddered. ‘Lead me not into temptation,’ he muttered silently as his fingers stroked over the purple helmet of his rock hard cock. The girl’s description of how she gave her boss a blowjob was making him harder and harder.The girl knelt in the confessional box, on her knees, just as she had been that evening. She had knelt in front of him, sliding his trousers down to his ankles. His cock had popped out through the fly of his boxer shorts and a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip, oozing out of the one-eyed slit. She had looked up at him. He was standing, leaning back against the edge of the desk and watching her. His fingers stroked her hair, guiding her face towards him.
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