Cock-Whore Confessional

In the Catholic Church, there is a confessional, and then there is cock-whore confessional.

I was a good catholic girl for many years, but as puberty hit me, my hormones kicked in. All I wanted to do was be touched and fucked. I heard a rumor of the pussy worshipping nuns from a friend, but I thought that was just a rumor. How could a church that preaches chastity be something sexual, right? But unlike my good girlfriend, who told me about the pussy worshipping nuns, I wanted something harder to handle but sweet to ride. My slutty nature would soon force me into cock-whore confessional.

I confess: I  am a total cock-whore.

Many other girls would giggle just hearing the word sex alone, and I was getting it. I was such a cock-whore, I could keep a cock wet over and over again. There was one problem: after riding so much catholic schoolboy cock, I was ready for something more hardcore. Where could I find something to satisfy my cock-whore desire? So I started pushing the limits. I tried to see how many cocks I could fuck or suck in a day. (My record was 4.) But then I wondered if I could play in the stairway, I made a virgin schoolboy cum for the first time, and boy did he scream… And that’s where I got caught. Some teacher who came running into the stairway found me with cum in my mouth.

That teacher was turned on; I saw him grab his cock as he sentenced me to the cock-whore confessional.

Since we were a catholic school, spanking and confessional were regular punishments. But that was perfect for a cock whore like me! When that teacher spanked me, I had to pretend I didn’t like it. Still, I’m sure he noticed how wet my panties got as he had me bent over his desk, lifted my skirt, and smacked me with his paddle. So I was ripe for the taking when I arrived at the cock-whore confessional. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would cum again. Once I got into the cock-whore confessional booth, I noticed a rip in the privacy screen. It looked like a glory hole to me.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, and I liked it,” I said with a snide smile.

What have you done, my child?”

“I’m a big girl, and I need big cock,” I confessed in the cock-whore confessional. I told him how I took the schoolboy’s cock and made him scream as he came. “Ya know, when he came,” I taunted the clergyman, “he did say OH-MY-GOD!” I laughed behind the confessional screen. This was all a joke to me until I heard the clergyman grunting from behind the screen.

“Perhaps you should have been the one screaming for God,” said the clergyman.

Then I saw a great big cock getting pushed through the privacy screen … I knew what would come next.

I sucked on his cock and immediately dropped my panties;  Who’d have thought I would get fucked in the cock-whore confessional?

“You need a big Father’s cock, not a little boy’s cock,” he said. The clergyman’s dick was bigger than anyone I ever fucked or sucked. I just knew I had to have it inside my wet cunt. So, I lifted my skirt and started to put my wet pussy on that big cock. I rode it until I started cumming and screamed for God.

“Oh, Father, I’ll be your good little girl every Sunday!”

I went back to school that Monday. The teacher that caught me came up to me and asked how my cock-whore confessional went. I smiled and said, “Oh, it was humbling. I may go again every week.”

The teacher smiled and replied, “I’m glad you’re behaving. By the way, you forgot these…” He handed me an envelope when I left class. Inside were the same soaked panties that I forgot in the confessional booth.

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