Deep Throat Punishment Turns into Explosive Pleasure

Deep Throat Punishment is the Path to Bliss

Deep throat punishment was the beginning of a dark pleasure that had me begging for more. Anyone that has been raised Catholic knows that confession is your get-out-of-hell-free card. And, when you’re as curious about all things sexual as I have been since a young teen, confession is your saving grace. I’d been confessing to Father Dan since I was a kid. He was super hot, and I’d always had a bit of a crush on him. Of course, he never let on that he even noticed my womanhood, but every once in a while, he looked a bit flustered when I wore low-cut blouses to church. So, of course, as soon as I began experimenting with sex, I found myself confessing to the good Father.

As I sat down in the confessional, I couldn’t help feeling a little turned on at the idea of confessing to Father Dan. I had confessed before but never about anything remotely like this. The cubicle was dark, and the partition beside my chair was closed. Suddenly, the division slid open. My heart was pounding as I crossed myself and whispered, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two weeks since my last confession.” My voice shook as I told him, “I let a boy kiss me, and it got me so aroused. So, I took his hand and slid it between my legs. Then he finger-fucked me till I creamed my panties.”

Deep Throat Punishment Made Me Extra Wet

Father Dan’s voice cracked a little as he gave me my penance. As I left the cubicle, I walked by the side of the confessional where Father Dan was sitting. When I saw his pants unzipped, I got a naughty idea for next time. Of course, deep-throat punishment was my fantasy of choice.

I made sure to be the last confession of the day the following week. As I sat waiting for the partition to open, I couldn’t help feeling excited. Finally, the wait was over, and Father Dan’s voice invited me to confess. My voice was husky as I whispered my confession, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession.” I paused as I quietly got up and stepped out of my side of the confessional. I looked around to make sure the church was empty. Then, I knelt and slid my head under the curtain on Father Dan’s side.

Are You Ready to Give me Deep Throat Punishment?

It was a cramped space. I looked up and realized my head was right between his legs. I could barely contain my gasp at what I saw. Father Dan’s eyes were closed, and his pants were again unzipped. His hand was stroking his gorgeously hard cock. Deep throat punishment was so close I could taste it.

Father Dan’s voice shook with desire as he asked, “Yes, Chanel… What is your confession?”I smiled as I slid my hand over his big cock. His gasp of surprise filled the cubicle as his eyes flew open.

My voice was more like a purr, “My confession is that I want deep throat punishment as my sin and my penance.” Father Dan groaned as I slid my mouth over his hard rod.

Then his hand wrapped around my head as he plunged his dick down my throat. My gag reflex gripped his cock tighter as I felt my pussy fill with creamy juice. Finally, we both exploded in creamy pleasure. His cum shot down my throat as mine dripped down my thighs.

Without saying a word, I slid back under the curtain. As I stood up, I moved back to my side of the confessional. Father Dan whispered through the partition, “Say your prayers, and I’ll see you next week.”

My naughty smile was barely visible in the darkened cubicle as I replied, “Yes, Father Dan.”

I could feel the cum dripping down my legs as I left the church. It really is true what they say: Confession is good for the soul.

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