Cum tibi soli peccabo
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				Title: <strong>Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 22:18:23</strong>
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				Father Zachary Dantini walked from the vicarage to the church in the bright afternoon sunshine.&nbsp; There were few clouds in the sky and, as a result, the shadows on the pavement and on the sides of the buildings were very sharp and distinct.&nbsp; He had been here, in his first parish, for about a month now and he had, he thought, just about settled down.&nbsp; He was lucky, he thought, that it was a fairly sleepy little town, with none of the problems associated with the inner city.&nbsp; It was lucky too, he thought, that the priest-in-charge, Monsignor O'Leary was a fair man, always accessible if there were any problems that needed his advice, yet willing to give Zachary responsibility and space enough to make mistakes.<br><br>Thus, as he did every Thursday afternoon, Zachary weent to hear confession at St Thomas' church.&nbsp; As he stepped through the church doors to the coolness of the interior, his tall, slim figure was silhouetted in the doorway.&nbsp; Stepping further into the nave, it seemed as if the sunlight lingered in the blond locks of his hair.<br><br>The church was silent and there was no one, as yet, queueing to enter the confessional.&nbsp; Then again, that was pretty much standard for Thursdays.&nbsp; Most parishioners tended to prefer Father O'Leary to give their confessions to, since, whatever confidence Father O'Leary had in Zachary, the parish felt that the young curate still had to earn their respect and trust.&nbsp; It was not, however, necessarily a bad thing, for it enabled Zachary to indulge in a guilty pleasure.&nbsp; Once inside the confessional, Zachary slipped a slim volume from beneath his cassock. <em>Murder on the Orient Express</em> might not be prohibited reading, but it was still deliciously naughty to read it here, when he should, instead, be ready to minister to his flock.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 21:30:31</strong>
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				Miss Selina Krux needed to confess all of her wicked sins. She needed to do so in order to have a clean slate and then commit a few more sins to titilate her confessor. What a wicked female she was to do such a thing but if she was a sinful female why not bring others down to her sinful world as well? Selina had never been one for being one of those goody-goody females. She enjoyed causing mayhem and drama all around her. Could be one of the reasons the town warned the males to watch themselves around her and the females to heed any type of friendship Selina held out to them. While Selina had a few friends, all knew to watch their lovers around her for she was known to pounce and devour the men before spitting them back out to their angry wives and girlfriends. <br><br>However, Selina took her confession in the town next to her own for she never wanted be seen entering a church and have them think she was sorry for her sins. Oh, Selina was not at all for the life experience she held in her eighteen years was a lot more than the old cooks in the monastery had ever done. In a few months time, she would be gone to college where she would continue on her quest to reach the heights of debauchery no God-fearing female would ever do. So here she was to confess at St. Thomas and see what priest would be able to put himself through hearing every explicit detail before he came in his simple black robes. <br><br>Glancing around, she did not see a lot of people vying to head into the confessional which was a good thing for her. Once she got into telling what she had done over the past few years, usually, the priest had to stop her from going too far or at times she indulged them in what they could have with her and she would never tell a soul. She loved tosee Father O'Leary as he turned red and came between her lips the last time but as she entered into the confessional and looked through the small holes, she found it was not her regular priest. Oh well, this one would have to do. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," she whispered, knowing this new priest was in for a mighty surprise.
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 23:02:52</strong>
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				Zachary started as he heard a soft, feminine voice utter the opening words of the sacrament of reconciliation.&nbsp; He swiftly slipped the paperback under his cassock and he greeted the penitent.<br><br>"Good afternoon," he intoned.&nbsp; "In order to respond to the call of God and start on our journey, it is not necessary to be already perfect. We know that the prodigal son's awareness of his own sin allowed him to set out on his return journey and thus feel the joy of reconciliation with the Father. Weaknesses and human limitations do not present an obstacle, as long as they help make us more aware of the fact that we are in need of the redeeming grace of Christ."&nbsp; &nbsp;He might, he thought, use Pope Benedict's words as a start for the sacrament.&nbsp; After all, the Holy Father did know best, he thought and he waited to listen to whatever sins this innocent sounding child might confess.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 01:59:28</strong>
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				Selina tried as best as she could not to roll her eyes to hear this priest pull out all the stops to try and put the fear of God into her. She rather have something else put into her and mostly between her legs. Narrowing her eyes, she peeked as best as she could through the small holes to get a look at this priest. Whoever this priest was must be new but he was trying awfully hard to make her feel bad about sinning but feel good about confession it to him. He would be in for a lovely surprise once she started in on the list of acts she committed and hopefully he would want to commit a few more with her.<br><br>"It has been three months since my last confession and Father I have done a slew of things in that time. I cannot help myself but sin, for I have been chosen to experience love in all its glory and in all its debauchery. The first thing I did Father was sexually please a married man on my knees. I took him down my throat and I let him throat fuck me," she admitted, smiling at the memory of her on her knees as she let her married lover take his cock between her lips and suck him off in the parking lot of his office building. She wondered how he would take this and if he would try to kick her out like Father O'Leary did in the beginning before he succumbed to her wishes.
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-03-2009, 02:40:57</strong>
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				To say that Zachary was taken aback by her admission would be an understatement.&nbsp; This was nothing like the sort of thing that he had heard before.&nbsp; Those confessions had been matters of thefts or domestic disturbances, with the one exception of an eighty year old man who had used explosives of his own fashioning (Zachary remembered something about wed-killer and sugar) to blow up a statue his neighbour owned that the man had found offensive.&nbsp; <em>This</em> confession was going to be harder on him, he realised, than those others. <br><br>"I'm sure that you are not predisposed to sin," he said to the woman, fighting the discomfort talking about carnal matters and not wishing to comment on the graphic image she had put in his mind.&nbsp; "And with prayer you should be able to purge yourself of these lustful urges whenever they come up."<br><br>He swallowed and then went on, hoping against hope that there was no more and that his apprehension was not showing in his voice.&nbsp; Nothing in his training had prepared him for anything like this.&nbsp; There had been role-plays in the seminary about dealing with sexual confessions, but his fellow ordinands had been as embarrassed as he was,&nbsp; There was no embarrassment about her words, more pride and he was unsure how to deal with it.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 01:35:21</strong>
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				Wow, he must be a new priest, Selina thought as she sat back in the confession booth. Hmm, well, since he was new it was time to get him used to the fact that she would be visiting and maybe even ask for him often. He needed to know her routine and find out that she was going to get him in the sack, the same as she had done to Father O'Leary. O'Leary tried his best to fight but he ended up loving her confessions in the end. This new priest would enjoy it as well and she remembered further on what she had done with her married lover. Once she had the new priest under her spell, she would use him up just like O'Leary.<br><br>"The thing is Father, I am sorry I do not know your name but anyways I adore experiencing things even if it breaks the sacramental laws of the Church. I have committed adultery with a married man, the same man who I let fuck my mouth. I fucked him in his wife's bed, while his wife was at the local daycare with their child. Even now, I can still remember as his cock pushed deep within my sopping pussy, Father. God, even now I take the Lord's name in vain because of how good the man fucked me, Father. Think of biting into the juciest fruit father and feeling life could not get any better. That is how it was fucking him, Father. Even now, I want to suck a cock," she confessed, her own hand coming up to caress her neck and fan at her hot face. Wow, just remembering how she rode her ex-lover's cock truly made her think about asking for the other Father to have her sexual release. 
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 02:00:44</strong>
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				Zachary listened and he felt a tell-tale throb under his cassock.&nbsp; He really didn't know what to do and was not entirely certain that this was for real.&nbsp; This was, perhaps, a practical joke.&nbsp; After all, Jerome, from the seminary was more than capable of planning a ruse like this.&nbsp; Yet, as he listened, as he saw her silhouette through the screen of the confessional, he could tell, he thought, that the speaker's declarations were genuine.<br><br>And it was with this realisation, that his mind finally accepted something else, a fact that he had not even considered would be relevant: she was not in the slightest bit repentant.&nbsp; She was, in fact, proud of her sins, proud and was revelling in them.&nbsp; Surely, the sacrament was not right for her, as a confession can only be valid if it is made within a spirit of contrition.&nbsp; <br><br>"I can offer you no absolution," he said, hoping to get rid of her before her stories threatened to invade his thoughts and disturb his equilibrium.&nbsp; The had already disturbed his equilibrium by making him uncertain and nervous, but this was not the potential disturbance that concerned him.&nbsp; Not by a long way.&nbsp; "Confession is for the contrite and repentant and you are glorying in your wickedness.&nbsp; I think it best that you leave, miss."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 03:57:00</strong>
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				As if she wanted to be absolved of her sin. She rolled in her sins, loved and adored her sinful nature. It was what made her unique and different from the women around her. Selina thrived to be her own person even if it meant fucking a few priests along the way. The way this priest talked to her showed her was a virgin in all the ways she was not. Whoever dropped this man in her lap deserved a blow job, Selina thought. She was not about to leave now that she knew there was a new untouched priest in her mists. Yes, she was going to have him and he was going to enjoy being taken by her even if he prayed for God's forgiveness once he came inside of her.<br><br>"No, Father. I think it is best you sit down and listen to me for what I have to say is far more important than you realize. You think you are all forgiving but yet you do not listen to a woman who has been made to sin and you said no one was made to sin. Well, I am and I need for you to listen or I will let Father O'Leary know you are not doing your duty to God," she threatened and for she had Father O'Leary wrapped around her finger, she could soil his reputation by calling him out as a man who broke his celibacy for a piece of hot ass. <br><br>Turning her head, she eyed as best as she could the priest who thought he could shove her out of the booth. "You do not know what it is like to feel these urges. Have no clue the touch of a woman on your body, Sir for if you did you would always be out toughing females. I bet you have never even been kissed. I have Father, in different places. I love when a man kisses me betwixt my thighs, where he spreads my pussy lips and flicks his tongue across my clit," she murmured as she pressed her hand to the separator, wanting to see the reaction on his face.
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 04:34:42</strong>
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				"In nomine Patris et Fillii et Spiritus sancti," Zachary breathed, feeling beads of perspiration break out on his forehead.&nbsp; &nbsp;In truth, as he listened to her, his forehead was not the only part of him that began to perspire.&nbsp; She was blackmailing him?&nbsp; How could she?&nbsp; This was ridiculous.<br><br>It was even more ridiculous, however, how her words were affecting him, how she was making his body betray him.&nbsp; Even as he prayed for her to cease, as he tried to martial an argument that would send her on her way, he knew that, deep down, part of him wanted her to continue.&nbsp; He had to face it, he might know that it was wrong for her to continue, but he wanted her too.&nbsp; She had lied, he knew, for he had felt those urges, he was feeling them now, feeling them draw him into sin, as he heard her describe how she liked to be kissed.&nbsp; Indeed, the only thing that gave him the strength to resist was the thought that behind the screen, however seductive her voice was, that the unseen woman might well be fat or ugly.<br><br>"Please, go," he whispered, "I'll take my chances with Father O'Leary."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 22:47:15</strong>
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				Such a fool he was, Selina thought as she buffed her nails against the smooth skirt she wore for confession. He thought his latin phrases would keep him from wanting to imagine what she said in his mind. All humans were able to sin but it took a few of them to commit to a sin. For Selina it was easy to embrace her sinful nature and she wanted the priest to know that sinning was not that bad within good reason. She never murdered nor had she ever taken an underage lover. Yes, she had stolen husbands before and even a few boyfriends from females but it was not her fault the men happened to appear on her doorstep to warm her bed.<br><br>"Is that so, Father? Do you think Father O'Leary will believe a man who has only been of the cloth for a little while or will he believe a soul who admits to you trying to come on to her. He will believe me, he knows what I can do and knows that if he helps you, consequences are severe. Just sit back and listen as I tell you about what happened after my lover flicked my clit. If you want, you can even take a look upon the female who is telling you all of this," she commented, her hand reaching to the slider to separate and remove the confidant of never having to see the Father's face as he reacted to a confessor's sins. For her, Selina wanted him to see her face and remember her for the rest of his days as a priest. That is, if he followed along and did not try to push her out of the confession booth again. If he did, well, much trouble to be brought around his life.
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 23:05:46</strong>
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				"Why are you doing this?" Zachary asked, his voice little more than a whisper.&nbsp; He was checkmated and he knew it.&nbsp; There was no way that he could get rid of her now and, the throbbing in his groin was making it hard for him to sit still.&nbsp; It was all he could do not to rub himself through his cassock.&nbsp; What had some priest done to this woman in the past that she felt compelled to torment priests now?<br><br>He heard the rasp of the screen sliding back and he resisted the urge to look, instead asking her a question. His voice trembled as he spoke and he knew that he was, most likely going to look on the face of this corruptrix when she answered him.&nbsp; He ached to do so now, and it took all of his will to fight the urge to look at her.&nbsp; Deep down, he knew she had to be beautiful; so sensual a voice could not come from ordinary lips.&nbsp; He wanted to hear more, he wanted to give in but he knew it was wrong.&nbsp; Somehow, instead of asking why she seemed intent on corrupting a priest, he asked something altogether different.<br><br>"Tell me, how did you meet this man and get him to do these things?"&nbsp; Now, his will was betraying him as well as his body and he hardly noticed that he had moved his hand to rest on his throbbing tumescence.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 01:24:30</strong>
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				There we go, that was a good priest who knew he was not going to get away so easily from Selina's grasp. Oh, just having figured out he was the new priest excited Selina and made her even more determined to show this priest what the meaning of corruption truly could be for him. "Why I am doing this? Tell me, Father, why does everyone breathe? Why does the sun head out over the hills? It is because it is destined to happen in one way or another. You are just one in a long line of those who will listen to my word," she answered as she managed to open the door and take a good look at his face. She wanted to get a good look and have this tempting priest to get a good look at the person who would make him think twice about being a celibate male. <br><br>Once the the screen slide back and she took a look, Selina wanted to pat herself on the back. Mmm, positively sinful, she thought as she glanced over his features. Selina (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Image:SophiaMyles.jpg) knew how she looked and like a fallen angel that she was, Selina wanted to show this priest how fallen he could be with her. A smile played on her lips as she sighed and hoped he was not going to cause anymore trouble. Such a shame it would be if he tried to ask for help because how easily Selina could bring his reputation and smear it through the mud. Play along with her and everything was fine. However, try to pull one over on her and just wait until hell erupts on the unfortunate's head.<br><br>Hell, even now she could say he was trying to get her to fuck him by the way he put his hand over his cock. She saw him move his hand to cover his erection and what an erection it was before her eyes. "I met him at a bar where I was planning to meet someone whom I could take back to a motel and fuck. Have you ever noticed father how men are built like horses? They are built like that because once a man gets into the sport of fucking, he can go for hours. He was there because he was sorrowful over not pleasing his wife but oh, could he please me. I can still feel him stretching my pussy, Father. I bet you are bigger than him," she commented as she pushed a hand through the box to reach for his cock.
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 02:14:31</strong>
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				Zachary lost his battle of wills with himself and glanced at her briefly.&nbsp; He felt the breath catch in his throat and he swallowed, feeling his manhood stir beneath his fingers.&nbsp; Heavenly Father, he thought, she was temptation incarnate.&nbsp; He tried to tell himself to close his eyes, but he just could not look away.&nbsp; Oh, she was beautiful all right, with her flawless complexion and glorious eyes.&nbsp; But it was the look in her eyes that captivated him.&nbsp; It was so... knowing, so sensual, so full of confidence.<br><br>As her eyes met his, he knew he was doomed, for he could see in them, the fact that she knew exactly what he was thinking, that he was imagining himself in the lover's place, meeting her at a bar and following her back to a motel room where she would show him everything that he had denied himself.&nbsp; He tried to push the images conjured by her words from his mind... <em>...the sport of fucking......go for hours... ...stretching her pussy... ...destined to happen...</em><br><br>Zachary failed, the images circled his mind dizzyingly, making him dizzy: that perfect face, those sultry, knowing eyes&nbsp; him lying with her, their naked bodies entwined and writhing.&nbsp; He groaned and could not bring himself to move away when her hand reached to caress the bulge under his cassock.<br><br>"I don't even know your name..."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-03-2009, 22:51:30</strong>
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				Mmm, he felt bigger than she thought, much more by the way she handled him through the fabric of his outfit. She never could remember what the outfit the priest's wore but she was more concerned with what was beneath the clothing than the actual name of the cloth. Men of the cloth, how quaint but men of the unclothed sounded much better to Selina. "I remember him when he came inside of me, he looked like an animal in the bedroom. Taut muscle, neck straining, hips pumping, you wish you were him, I bet," she teased as she looked him up and down. The panel gave her enough room to put her small arm and give her room to see him but to get anything else would require her to leave the confesssion she was in and head into his own. She had no problem with that, as long as he was not a huge screamer in the throes of passion.<br><br>She stared him down as if he was her reflection in a mirror. Selina cocked her head this way and that way but she never let her eyes flicker away from his own. There was fear in his eyes and it only served to pique Selina's interest but there was also desire and lust for her. Mm, she enjoyed to see that in everyone including those who made themselves men of God. Men of God, God of Men, it really did not matter to her. He was hers one way or another. He was hers to have and while he may hate himself after the two of them coupled, he would enjoy the moment.<br><br>Selina flicked her tongue and knew this priest was ready to be caught in her web. He ached, yearned and of course, throbbed for the chance to act upon a human's most basic desires. The desire of lust and passion; Selina planned on giving him both. "I do not not even know your name but I do not need to know who it is I want but rather the taste, touch and even sound of a lover's passionate gasp," she answered while she ran her fingers up and down his cock. God, how she wanted that cock inside of her and now with this priest within her grasp, yes, grasp, he was going to give her what she deserved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 00:38:25</strong>
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				Zachary squirmed beneath the touch of her hand, appalled and aroused in equal measure at the way his manhood responded so readily to her touch.&nbsp; He was also responding, he realised, to her words.&nbsp; He was living, in his imagination, all of the details she was describing.&nbsp; In his imagination, he was inside her, he was straining to give her his seed, he was writhing in ecstasy wrapped in her embrace, he was...<br><br>...still in the confessional.&nbsp; Reality returned and he felt a slight dampness in his pants a tribute to her seductiveness.&nbsp; He gasped and groaned, knowing that she had him now, that he was overwhelmed by the extremity of his arousal.&nbsp; He could not understand how she had done this to him, how she had overwhelmed his training, his morality and his&nbsp; intellect to turn him into a lust filled animal.&nbsp; It was frightening how much control she seemed to exert over him, how well she read and manipulated him; it was frightening and arousing and he was losing himself in the sensations.&nbsp; His body thrummed with lust, as a guitar string vibrates when plucked and he ached for her to pluck him, knowing that she had already played him superbly.<br><br>He trembled and stared at her, giving her the passionate gasp that she said she wanted as she denied him her name.&nbsp; He undulated beneath her hand, rubbing himself against her palm.&nbsp; She must have felt him, for before he knew it, her fingers began to stroke him and he forgot that at any moment a parishioner could enter the church and he groaned, hoarsely.<br><br>"Please, come into my cubicle..."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>25-03-2009, 23:07:58</strong>
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				Selina felt the dampness of his arousal against her fingers through his cloth. She had him where she wanted and so much more. All he needed to know that he was with her tonight and never think that this was a one time thing. Oh, if the priest's cock she held in her hand was as thick and long as she felt, then he might become her new play toy. Father O'Leary tried his best with her but he was close to his fifties and she needed a young stallion to take over when she needed to get on her knees and pray with the priest in her own special way. This one would be perfect to continue on her quest to live life as fully as she could even if it included breaking a priest's oath to God to be celibate.<br><br>There were a few other thing she wanted him to come into but for now she did not waste time in heading over to his cubicle. Though it had been a torture to let go of his shaft for now and keep her body in control of itself. Right now she wanted to race over to his side but she knew it would only cause a stir if there were people milling about on this Thursday afternoon. By the leather watch on her wrist, it was close to the time most people were settling in to dine with their families or start up trouble. There was no nightly mass until tomorrow and as she poked her head out of the confession booth only one person was there and it looked to be a blind man who held a white stick in his palms, his eyes shut close. Perfect. <br><br>Slowly, she made her way out of the booth on her side and opened the door to the priest, ready to commit him to a few sinful acts for tonight. Sliding aside the door, she hurried inside, the cubical big enough to fit in O'Leary taller frame and it was just enough to do what she wanted with this hard and out priest. Closing the door behind with her a hurried click, Selina leaned against the door watching him. God, he looked good enough to eat but there were other forms she could have of him and every part of her knew he was hers to have. "I remember him removing just his cock from his jeans, Father, he thought that I would reject him because he was nervous but I remember sitting on his lap in that bar and riding him even as I talked to the bartender. Remove your cloth, Father for I have much to tell you," she ordered, a smirk creeping itself onto her face.
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 01:15:21</strong>
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				Zachary could not help but moan softly as she released his throbbing member from the pressure her resting hand exerted on it.&nbsp; Part of him moaned in relief, believing that perhaps the torture was over, that, having torn his entreaty for her to come to him, she was satisfied and would go.&nbsp; Yet another part of him, a greater part, moaned with disappointment, fearing that this was over.&nbsp; In the small cubicle, his breathing seemed very loud, very much like the panting of a racehorse after a full gallop.<br><br>So it was, with his eyes closed and his breath echoing in his ears, that Zachary did not hear the door to his cubicle open.&nbsp; It was the click of its closing that made him open his eyes.&nbsp; When he saw her, his jaw fell open and he felt the throbbing in his groin redouble.&nbsp; Leaning back against the door, looking down at him, she was impossibly lovely.&nbsp; The look in her eyes was an invitation to sin and her sinuous curves were temptation incarnate.&nbsp; He&nbsp; could not look away, could not deny the ache that pulsed needfully in him, could not resist the urge to willingly entangle himself in the threads she was weaving so skilfully around him.<br><br>He was under her spell, and he found himself responding more and more to her descriptions.&nbsp; She was overwhelming him with the desires he had so long repressed.&nbsp; He ached and his hands trembled as his fingers fumbled with the buttons of his cassock, feeling a sudden, shaming, surge of pleasure at the fact that he was confirming that she had taken control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 23:42:50</strong>
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				There was much to say in this moment but there was nothing to keep her from having to rush. This priest knew he was hers only if she asked him to remove his cloth and for her to walk away. No matter that if she ever did that to him now, Selina would come back to claim him once more. However, she did not merely want him to undress only to watch her walk way. Nay, she wanted him to know the brand of her touch, the smell of her scent, the sight of her burned into his corneax, the taste of her lips and the sounds the two would make together in this cubical. All five senses she wanted him to have and to keep the next time she came around for him.<br><br>"He arched his bottom into me, begging in my ear to let him come inside of me or to stop what I was doing to take him to a motel. I did neither, Father. I would stop but then start my teasing all over. He swears his cock went black and blue as I did that," she answered, a smile appearing on her angelic but sinful face. Selina did not have to wonder whether he was imagining himself in that memory. Hell, she put a few dollars he imagined he was the male to whom she rode on his lap. The same man who groaned and whimpered for release. Same one who burst inside of her in the motel room. This priest was the man at the bar and this priest would enjoy the same experiences as the married man had with Selina.<br><br>As she watched him remove his cloth, she eyed the rest of his body. He was nervous from the way his hands jerked and she knew before she left she could get him to stroke his own cock. A man who was used to the way his cock came would know the best positions to put it to work. "Yes, spread your legs wide father to receive me, do it now," she urged, her pink tongue coming out to flicker along her lower lip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 00:31:07</strong>
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				Zachary writhed on his seat as if he were the man in her story that she had turned into her sexual puppet.&nbsp; And, of course, that is exactly what she was doing to him now.&nbsp; He knew that.&nbsp; He knew it was wrong for her to be there.&nbsp; He knew that he should send her away.&nbsp; He knew that he shouldn't listen but he simply couldn't help himself.<br><br>He knew he shouldn't be opening himself to her, to sin, like this, but he was lost in his lust for her and he couldn't bear for this experience to cease.<br><br>"<em>He arched his bottom into me.</em>"<br><br>Zachary bucked his hips at her words, aching to be inside her, to thrust and buck and strain as she wished.&nbsp; He knew he was as thoroughly teased as the&nbsp; man she described was, that he was as desperate to give himself to her.&nbsp; He closed his eyes against her sinful beauty as he opened his cassock and pulled down his boxers.&nbsp; His eyes opened in response to his wicked desire to look upon the perfection of her form, even as his straining erection stood in salute to her domination of his senses and desires.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 09:18:15</strong>
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				Now that was a grand salute to her. Usually, Selina had to work a man to get as hard as this priest was but then again the priest never even managed to stroke himself off to anything x-rated. She bet if she brought him a Playboy or a skinemax movie that he would be pleasuring himself all night long and end up dead from the lack of blood to his major organs. It was amusing to see him thrusting his hips and acting as if he was the one in her stories but it only made the thought of him beings herself stamped for approval. He was hers now.<br><br>As he now belonged to her, she had to right to lift up her long skirt and show him that she wore nothing beneath it. She went without knickers almost all of the time unless it was of course that bloody time of the month but with the contraceptive pills, she never had to worry about that horrible problem again. "I remember I wore a small skirt with nothing beneath it. I shave because I dislike to hide my pretty pussy lips. Don't you think?," she asked as she reached between her legs she palm her cunt and open it to his eyes. She bet he had never seen a cunt in his whole fucking life. Well, he would see one today.<br><br>"I remember he came over to me, father in the bathroom and started to kiss my pussy when he got on his knees. He worshipped it as if it was the fountain of youth. I am so wet, father," she whispered, walking over to straddle his lap. She let his cock press against the pulled of skirt of Selina's. Selina wanted him to want to fuck her as much she wanted to fuck him but she knew it would not be that hard to make him obsessed. Already, he was falling for her faster than she expected and she was damn proud of herself. "Touch me father...," she whispered as she went to take his hand and pull it down to her sopping cunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 16:08:32</strong>
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				Zachary couldn't look away as she exposed herself to him.&nbsp; If anything, the sight of her sex presented before his eyes made his straining tumescence swell and strain even more.&nbsp; Though he couldn't say the sight was an appealing one, he couldn't deny the effect that it had on him.&nbsp; It's as if his manhood was instinctively aware that this was where it was meant to fit and so tried all the harder to get there.&nbsp; This close to him, he was aware of its scent too, a muskiness in the air of his cubicle that made it all the harder to look away.<br><em><br>"He came over to me in the bathroom and started to kiss my pussy when he got on his knees. He worshipped it as if it was the fountain of youth."</em><br><br>Zachary felt drawn by her scent to do the same, especially as the fragrance was increasing now, as the moist pinkness before him seemed to swell in his vision.&nbsp; He felt a wicked desire to fall to his knees before her and press his lips to her sex, as though it were the mouth of a lover, to kiss it passionately and probe it with his tongue.<br><br>Where were these thoughts coming from?&nbsp; Had she so completely immersed him in sin that he was thinking such things?&nbsp; And then he realised that the fact her sex was so prominent in his vision merely meant she was moving closer to him.&nbsp; He throbbed at the thought that this irresistible opening would be lowering itself onto his engorged member.&nbsp; Instead, he felt the dry friction of her skirt as she lowered herself onto him.<br><br>He could not pull his hand away, when she took it and guided it to her waiting wetness.&nbsp; His breath caught in his throat at the first contact of his fingers with her moist flesh.&nbsp; He trembled and throbbed beneath her, unable to stop himself from rubbing himself against her skirt, moaning.<br><br>"Please....."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 22:47:13</strong>
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				Now Selina continued to tell her story as if it did not matter she straddled the naked lap of a priest whose cock was rubbing up against her skirt and his hand between her legs. Nope, to Selina it was just a regular Thursday evening to her. The priest may be different but the outcome was the same overall. "He made my clit ache between his lips, Father. It was delish and then I remember him probing a finger and curling it forward to hit my G-sport. I could have come right there and then but I know control even if he wanted me to gush all over his lips. You have pretty lips, Father. Full bottom lip and upper mouth, never seen that on a man a man before," she commented as she placed a hand on his lips. Yes, just the kind of lips to put on other parts of her body. <br><br>"Please what? Please let me fuck you, Miss? Please let me go? Please me, Miss? What are you talking about, Father?," Selina questioned as she rubbed her naked sex against his fingers. She did not let go of his hand, knowing he needed to feel what a woman felt like when she wanted someone and needed to be fucked. Selina knew it was a dangerous game she was playing but when could someone resist an attractive priest? Oh yes, there were other people who had morals but what were morals good for? Sure, one was a good and upstanding citizen in society but if one could not count on one hand the number of times <br><br>Pressing the folds of her sex closer to his fingers, she made sure one dipped into the opening of her walls to feel how hot and wet she was for this event. Not for him because he need know how a man could get her riled up and lose her persuasion over him if he knew her need for his body. Instead, she smirked and looked down at the priest, taking in his facial expressions and the way it looked as if his body was tense. Tense for something that only she could give him release from and even then she planned on showing him that only she could give him absolute Nirvana. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 23:22:11</strong>
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				Zachary was lost, utterly lost now.&nbsp; She had him completely in her grip now.&nbsp; One hand marvelled at the feel of her moist pliant flesh while his hips continued to roll and sway in response to her words.&nbsp; He throbbed and pulsed against her skirt and gasped against the finger she had laid on his lips.<br><br>He closed his eyes to shut her sinful beauty from his eyes but he could not shut off his hearing, his sense of touch and his sense of smell could not be shut off so easily.&nbsp; The scent of her arousal was affecting him like a narcotic and he felt as if the hand pressed between her thighs was on fire, so much was the sensation of his fingers slipping between those moist lips affecting him.<br><br><em>Fuck</em>.. Yes, fuck.&nbsp; That was the word, such a short, brutal word.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; A word he had learned not to think, let alone speak and here he was, hearing it.<br><br><em>Fuck, fuck, fuck.</em><br><br>Here he was thinking it and he realised that yes, that's what he wanted.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck. He had no other word for it:&nbsp; it was short, crude and it made him feel viscerally alive as he first thought it and then said it.<br><br>"Please, fuck me, Miss."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 06:14:20</strong>
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				Riding his fingers, he felt good against the core of her. A few times, it seemed his clipped nails managed to scrape against her clit. Her eyes looked down to see where his hand was and she could see his cock straining and throbbing to replace his fingers. When he closed his eyes, her own continued to flicker over his facial features. God, she promised herself that those lips on his face would be kissed and throughly tongue fucked. Yes, tongue fucked because right now her pink tongue flickered over her bottom lip to get to him. "I am going to kiss you, Father and you are not going to stop me when I do," she warned him not going to give him a time on when she would kiss him. Selina could kiss him right now or kiss him as she fucked his cock. <br><br>Such a beautiful word to hear at anytime of day. For Selina to be able to hear the word 'fuck' and even commit the act was a beautiful and exotic thing in the world. No one could tell her the word was horrible or disgusting. Not even a priest could stop her and he was the one asking her to fuck him with the own beautiful word in his sentence. His God could be watching him from his glorious seated above. The same God could be ashamed to see a son of the cloth in this compromising position with a harlot but Selina could really give a fuck about God at this moment. It was about carnal pleasure and the need to fulfill it. The priest would fulfill that need with his throbbing and aching cock.<br><br>She reached up with her hand, her fingers threading through his hair. Such soft hair he had, good enough to enjoy and even moreso as she tugged on a few of the threads. Selina tugged on his hair and hoped to arch his neck towards her. When she fucked him, she wanted to do it while he stared up at her in awe and wanton lust. He was hers to have and in this cubicle before the eyes of God Himself, he was her fucking cock to use and to ride in any way she deemed. Without further ado, she rose up and sank herself onto his cock. Fuck, she thought. He was big and stretched her but she wanted to see his rection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 21:54:20</strong>
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				"No, I won't," Zachary whimpered, wanting her to kiss him desperately.&nbsp; His mind was in a whirl and he felt as if he were trapped in a mad, wild, delirious dream.&nbsp; He felt utterly dissociated from reality.&nbsp; The confessional, the church outside, his vocation: none of them mattered.&nbsp; Everything dissolved away but the desire, arousal, the lust that this woman was inducing in him.<br><br>"I'll let you do anything if you just fuck me," he whimpered, his hips bucking up at her with such eagerness that his buttocks left the bench in a spasm of pleasure.&nbsp; A soft slap filled the cubicle as his backside made contact with the bench again.&nbsp; Zachary had never felt like this before, had never been so consumed with such an urgent, primal need.&nbsp; When he said he'd do anything, he meant it.&nbsp; He was totally overwhelmed by her and he could not help himself.&nbsp; He had read stories in the seminary about succubi.&nbsp; If such creatures were more than superstitious myths that haunted the night, they would have nothing on this woman who had so tempted him.<br><br>As her fingers moved through his hair, he shuddered.&nbsp; How did she know that it could make him so... so... so hard.&nbsp; All he could think or do was surrender to her and give in to his lust.&nbsp; And with that realisation, he crossed the Rubicon and began to take a more active part in his corruption, lifting his hands to caress her breasts.&nbsp; He marvelled at the feel of them and he gasped and moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 23:44:07</strong>
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				Do anything if she fucked him? Hmm, very interesting statement he made. Selina expected him to plead not to tell anyone or maybe not to continue this expedition with him. Hell, she had put money he would break free for a second and tell her to move herself off of his lap and most of all, his erect cock. Nope, instead he was telling her would do everything and maybe anything she would continue to fuck his brains out. Once she was done with him, he would go to committing heinous crimes to be inside of her, that she would bet on as she swirled her hips in a circle on top of his lap.<br><br>Selina leaned down, her lips just a breath away from his own. Her eyes bore into his own, her green eyes twinkling in her face as she looked to see how much she could corrupt his soul. No matter if people were sinners or saints, everyone was liable to become heathens of the flesh. With Selina, she was the Priestess of Sexual Pleasure. Give her a virgin and she would make the male virgin as much of as Casanova as she could make him out to become. As for this priest, he would learn the sensual pleasures of the flesh inside this cubicle. Once he had it, she doubt he would be able to stop himself from begging for more of it to come his lovely way.<br><br>"I will fuck you priest and when I am done, you will never regret having me in your cubicle. Never," she whispered against his lips before she pressed her lips to his mouth and moved her hips to start the transition from laying on his lap to fucking his cock. She could not believe he could stretch her this much but even as she started to ride his cock, Selina had to give herself some time to get used to the feeling of him pushing and stretching her inner walls. God damn, he was fucking big.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 00:26:34</strong>
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				Zachary devoured her kisses avidly and moaned into her mouth as she kissed him, his tongue twining sensuously around hers.&nbsp; She was an intoxicant, a euphoric and, like many drugs, utterly ruinous to his self control.&nbsp; Not that he had had any self control at the moment, as witnessed by his earlier, impassioned declaration.&nbsp; All he could now think about was her and how much he wanted to plunge himself into her and sacrifice himself upon her altar of lust.&nbsp; Having her in his cubicle?&nbsp; In truth it was more like she was having- was taking possession- of him in that small wooden enclosure.<br><br>When he penetrated her, his eyes went wide at the sensation of being surrounded by her moist warmth.&nbsp; His hands slid to her hips and he began to roll his hips beneath her.&nbsp; His lips went to her throat when she broke that kiss to tell him he would have no regrets.&nbsp; He could not, really, make much sense of her words.&nbsp; The thunder of his pulse in his ears and the excruciatingly pleasurable moist friction of her walls sliding up and down over his engorged member was more than enough to rob him of his ability to think.<br><br>He was a driven thing, he needed more and more of this feeling and he began to pump his hips.&nbsp; He panted against her skin and lost himself in the heat and the pressure and pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 18:27:49</strong>
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				Many believe Selina was Delilah sent down to earth to test out the faith of the mortals who believed he or she was devoted to God and his sayings. Even her name had the same feel to it as the infamous Delilah. De-li-lah. Se-li-na. See? See the similarties between the women, Delilah the first wife of Adam thrown out of Eve because she wanted to be the one in charge and Selina was the one to be in charge of what would happen in this cubicle. The priest had no choice but to have his faith broken and stripped away just like he was stripped away of his clothes as she rode his lap at this moment. <br><br>What surprised and amused her in the same breath were that his hands slid to her hips and roll his own pelvis beneath her lap. He was taking part in his own destruction, well, he had already the moment he took her confession. Right now she had him as she clenched her inner walls around his member and leaned back to admire to the view. The smell of sex and sweat started to fill the air, knowing the small enclosure would start to get on her nerves where she would have wanted to be on a bed but she knew time was of the essence. If she had managed to get him from the cubicle to the nearest motel, he would have changed his mind by now. Instead, she showed him he could not live without this sinful obsession. <br><br>Easily, she continued with pressing herself down onto his body, pumping herself over his cock. She let her head fall back to enjoy the moment knowing there would be more to come along. He was going to be her new experiment and see just how far she could push him before he thought of breaking free; except no had so far broken themselves of her. He would not become the first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 14:14:49</strong>
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				Zachary's whole universe contracted to the sensations created by Selina riding him.&nbsp; He could hardly move but to thrust wildly into her nor speak but for incoherent murmurings of delirious pleasure.&nbsp; Nothing mattered but this, nothing at all and he writhed beneath her.<br><br>He leaned forward and kissed the hollow of her throat in adoration, sacrificing himself upon the altar of her sexuality.&nbsp; The feel of her skin under his lips was electric and his nostrils were filled with a heady mixture of her scent and the heady scent of her arousal.&nbsp; He was hooked on her, though he did not, as yet realise it, hooked at his very first taste.&nbsp; His hips bucked beneath her and his moans choked off as he felt the pressure building within.<br><br>"Please," he sobbed against her neck, writhing and bucking wildly, trying to thrust himself into her as deeply as he possibly could, his pulsating manhood probing deeply as he felt the approach of his climax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>29-04-2009, 02:26:02</strong>
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				Selina was known to let her mind wander when she had someone between her thighs. Right now her mind was on how easy it was to break this male down and have him riling beneath her. She clamped her inner walls around his cock, arching her back to let him see exactly what his cock was doing to Selina. In and out. In. Out. His cock was large, she had to hand it to him, a cock most men would be jealous of and women would want to have between their lips or cunts but for the duration of her keeping him around, he belonged to her. No other whore would have him but her. Hell, she might even have to put the word out for not other female to ask to be given their confession with this particular father until such time when she moved onto something better.<br><br>Was she not an upstanding citizen? Thought so. Selina was who she was and she was not going to change for anybody. This priest already knew what she could do when it came to getting what was against Church laws. She already had broken a few with the other Father and now he would get to see what Oh My God was really all about.<br><br>“Please, what?,” she questioned, not about to give it to him without knowing what he wanted and why he needed it. For her, she enjoyed to hear a man beg and ask her to give them their sexual release. It was what got her off in the middle of all of this coupling. Sure, she could let them fall over the fall into their own orgasm but really, what fun was there in making this easy for them to come inside of her? He had managed to get this far inside of her but he was going to see that Selina never gave a helping hand to any male. For this man of the cloth, if he wanted his orgasm, he had to give her a damn good reason to let her spurt between her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-05-2009, 20:16:31</strong>
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				Zachary's upright citizen was throbbing and pulsing feverishly in response to the effect Selena was having on him.&nbsp; Indeed, she had done far more than enchant his member and make it stand to attention for her; she had, in less than half-an-hour turned his world upside down.&nbsp; The old certainties of his faith had been swept away by the tsunami of lust that she had engendered in him; his chaste purity had gone to be replaced by a burning, needful urgency and the Latin formulae and prayers had been swept from his mind by a single insistent mantra: fuck, fuck, fuck!<br><br>What was it she was asking him? He struggled to think through the waves of sensation, need and pleasure and has he heard her voice caress his ears he bucked up at her again, burying himself deeply into her, pulsing in her moist warmth.<br><br>"Please accept my worship."&nbsp; Even as groaned his plea, Zachary knew that he had crossed another boundary.&nbsp; Yet it seemed natural, for, if he were not worshipping God here, what was he doing but worshipping her, this irresistible goddess of lust who had so easily pulled him from the path of righteousness.&nbsp; He knew that he was very close to being lost now, that should she take him over the edge, he would be hers forever, and yet he could not help but want it.&nbsp; "Please let me sacrifice to you, to give you my very essence my... goddess..."<br><br>And with those words, Zachary offered himself to her completely and it was now up to her, if she would but take him, body and soul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 23:24:20</strong>
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				This priest spoke in the same manner as the Father when she first took him in his cubicle. Almost said it in the same pained tone as a vein in his head popped out against the skin and threatened to burst in agony. Agony, was it not what the priests went through for their God? Did they not give up everything of good for a life that looked and sounded boring as fuck? Give up sex, money, vanity, greed, everything and anything that could condemn their lives to an eternal hell. She rather go to hell knowing she had everything checked off of her god damn immoral list than die knowing she never touched a male form. Now this priest knew what it felt like to touch a female and he never had to worry about it for a few more months.<br><br>Yes, a few more months was the time she usually kept playing with the priests she took on. Though if this one was a bad, little priest, he may stick around longer than that unless she accidentally forced him to harm himself for the sinful things he committed in church and against his Almighty God. Second to last priest ended up with self-flaggelation to atone for his sinful ways which only added fuel to the fire to being an insatiable lover. Selina even managed to add a few more scars to his back with her nails before she threw him to the side. Last she heard of the male, he had been transferred across the country and ended up taking a vow of silence to keep the others from finding out about his evil ways. <br><br>"Now that is a better boy," she answered as she gripped the top of his head and pulled to force his neck even further and his eyes to look into her own. Her eyes were not holding any absolution or forgiveness. Instead, it held possession and arousal, she owned his condemned ass for the duration of her interest in him. He tried to leave or even thought he could escape from her presence, this priest would see just how a daughter of Lilith, Delilah, Eve, and the other women in the bible who betrayed or conned their way as unholy females could bring this male down. This Goddess could ruin everything he had with a few blinks of her tempting eyes and even fewer words with her enticing lips. He was hers to have as she rode his hips faster and harder, she controlled him completely when she whispered, "Come for me," into his ear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 23:10:14</strong>
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				It was as though her permission opened up a floodgate for, with with those words echoing in his mind, he began bucking up at her furiously.&nbsp; She was beautiful and maddening and everything he had ever dreamed of.&nbsp; However, he was unsure if those dreams were fantasies, nightmares or some mixture of the two.&nbsp; He pressed his lips to her throat and breathed in deeply, pulling her scent deep into his lungs.<br><br>His world contracted to the feel of her body, the scent of her perfume and the overwhelming desire.&nbsp; <em>Fuck, fuck, fuck,</em> he thought, his body's desire setting and overriding his thoughts.&nbsp; He wanted to come, he needed to come, he was permitted to come, even commanded to come.&nbsp; And so he came.&nbsp; He came at his dark goddess of lust's command.<br><br>With the icy explosion, he screamed in a paean of ecstasy, convulsing beneath her as he sacrificed his seed in her honour.&nbsp; The sheer pleasure of it was unexpected and he&nbsp; all but passes out with its intensity.&nbsp; He pants, holding onto her, his breath coming in sobs, though whether these are of recovery or for his lost innocence even he is unsure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 23:43:40</strong>
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				Oh yes, if he were not a priest, he could have easily sold his body to various men and women. Mmm, who knows she might even sold his body to pay for the adventures the two could have together for the duration of his enslavement to hers. He was now a slave to the sinning. Sinning which was her life's blood. Her life that now held him in it for as long as she could stand him. How amusing for her to end up in the lap of a new play toy but she had to keep herself on guard at all times. Who knew if the next town over the women were warning the visitors of a woman who had held no regards for moral or marriage codes to keep away from the available and unavailable men. It was not her fault, well, maybe a little bit of her fault that she let her sexual tendencies get in the way of things.<br><br>Right now, she was letting it cloud her judgment as she let this priest burst his seed inside of her inner walls. One of these days, she would fall off of her sexual pedestal and have to move onto the city state but for now, she enjoyed herself in the lap of this unknown priest. Seline did not even know his name at all but it did not matter. He was hers and she could name him with whatever nickname to place upon this sexual fiend. She continued to rock herself over and over on his length wanting more of her release. He gave it to her as she leaned down to bite into his shoulder through the cloth he still wore as she felt a rush of her own sexual orgasm drenching his own erupting cock. He was hers now, utterly and hopelessly hers now.<br><br>"You belong to me now, Priest. Your God is not welcomed with me," she whispered, ruffling his hair as she leaned back. By the time spent in the confessional, it was best to pick herself off of cock, put her skirts back down and head on out. Even now she felt her legs cramping up on her in this small space. Groaning, she removed her throughly fucked mound from his shaft, smiling as she felt his release staining her thighs and her own drenching his lap. Mmm, a good look for this priest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 22:53:13</strong>
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				Zachary had been utterly destroyed inside by what had happened that afternoon in the confessional.&nbsp; He might have outwardly looked unaffected- after time for his heartbeat to return to normal, his breathing to sound less like panting and a lot of frantic wiping after the temptress had left him- but Zachary was only barely holding on to the reality of his life as a priest.<br><br>"<em>You belong to me now, Priest</em>".&nbsp; Selina's words haunted him as he went about his duties.&nbsp; When, that Sunday as he assisted Father O' Leary in the Mass,&nbsp; he seemed to hear, "<em>Your God is not welcomed with me,</em>" he could hardly continue.&nbsp; Yet somehow he made it through the service and, afterwards, he escaped from the vestry out into the town beyond and soon he was in a bar and ordering himself a whiskey.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Cum tibi soli peccabo</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 20:16:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the days went by, Selina thought about her priest. She wondered how he faired and if things went well for him. There was even the silent bet of him asking for forgiveness and asking God to punish him in any fit cause for redemption. What a sad way to live, she thought. To live by another's rules was not what Selina wanted for herself. Many thought of her to be a sociopath, one who broke the rules of society and lived on her own rules. Some even said she killed to possess what others had but Selina never revealed the truth. She got off on hearing people talk about her either to her face or behind her back. As long as people knew her name, she could care less. It was only when people could not recall her face or her escapades, would be the day Selina would be a figment of their imaginations.<br><br>However, she hoped her priest thought about her. She wanted him to remember what she had done to him in the confessional. For now, she left him to his thoughts. Left him to his drinking but it was the bartender who noticed the male who wanted to forget things in the whiskey. "Do you need me to call you a cab?," the male bartender asked as he wiped down the bar top. He had no clue this man before him was a priest from another town but he thought of him to be another victim of Selina's. Usually there were a few men and one or two women who came in to forget the fact they were thrown to the side like yesterday's paper when it came to involving themselves with Selina. No one was ever secured in her life and everyone could easily be replaced by another.
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