Confessing my sins: How I Lost My Purity Ring

I Devoted my life to God entirely, but there was something about my priest.

I grew up in the church, watching him comfort people as they cried their sins to him. It enticed my innocence. Confessing my sins to him became addicting. I Couldn’t help how my thighs grew slick whenever I was in the confessional booth. Often I’d go home and fuck myself to the thought of hearing his deep voice lead me through prayers. His voice, ingrained in my head, left me craving more.

I couldn’t take it at times. I once ran off to the bathroom before I even left the chapel. And I bent over the bathroom sink staring into my innocent eyes as I played with my swollen needy clit. Just a horny, innocent virgin… or at least I tried to be precise. No one besides myself had heard of these thoughts. My heart would pound and leave my pussy throbbing at the thought of confessing my sins.

Confessing my sins to him made my virgin pussy ache.

No one ever heard the sinful thoughts I kept secretly locked in my head.
I decided I needed to confess to the priest of my sinful desires. The Purity ring on my finger felt even tighter when I made my way to the booth—slowly signing the cross over my body before I took a seat.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…I have had deviant thoughts of you in this confessional booth.”

I began spilling my guts, confessing my sins uncontrollably. I told him of how I touched myself in the very seats of the chapel to him. I’d leave this both with soaked panties praying I could taste him—dreams I’ve had of him between my virgin legs. I didn’t expect to hear the stroking sounds coming from his booth. A soft groan fell from his lips.

I grew silent, listening to the wet sounds of his hand stroking his cock.

I pressed my ear against the window and pushed my panties to the side. My cunt was already soaked from confessing my sins to him. I whimpered as I swirled my clit.

“Please, let me into your booth. Let me have a taste of you.”

The lock coming loose could be heard in the empty chapel. I sprung up from my seat, eager to cum to his side. My eyes ran over him; his suit had been pushed back. His thick cock leaked while standing firm & tall. My knees were on the ground before I could properly think about what I would do. His hand ran down my cheek as it always did after confessing my sins. Their eyes were so pure and loving as he guided my mouth to his cock. I moaned at the taste of him. I innocently looked up at him as I took him deeper into my mouth.

Spit drooled down my chin as my eyes rolled into my head.

His hand gripped my head, fucking my throat more complex and profound. Mumbling between his moans and groans, what good deeds and prayers I would need to say for such sinful acts. One of my hands dipped under my skirt and pushed between my slick folds. Feeling my virgin pussy drip as I let him have control of my throat. This was better than anything I could have imagined. This was precisely what I needed to fulfill the desires deep inside of me.

If confessing my sins to him resulted in me getting throat fucked, I would admit it in a heartbeat.

I would fall to my knees, put my hands together and let my tongue fall from my mouth. Happily accepting the next awaiting cock for me to suck. If that meant I would no longer have my purity ring to suck a thick cock, then so be it. I gagged and gurgled around my priest’s cock as I tried to apologize for my sins. But he pushed himself into my throat until his balls lay against my chin.

I was spilling his seed deep into my throat. But I swallowed it all eagerly. I didn’t want to miss any drop of that sweet nectar with which he had blessed his name. Before I could stand and leave, he slid my purity ring off my finger, smiled, and pushed it into his pocket.

I’m unapologetically sinful these days, but you’ll have to call me to find out how naughty I’ve been since losing that purity ring.

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