Blasphemy in the Synagogue

Blasphemy in the Synagogue

Blasphemy is wrong. That is what I was always told growing up. I was taught never to take the Lord’s name in vain. To always be respectful in church and respect everyone’s faith. But that took a turn recently. Everything that I had ever been taught about blasphemy went out the window. 

A Devilish Attraction

About a month ago, I went to Synagogue with a friend for a wedding. That was the first time I saw Liam. He was tall, handsome, and he had the kind of body that made me wonder what it would be like to have his cock deep inside of me. During the wedding reception, I tried to introduce myself to Liam. He was polite, our conversation flowed, and I could tell that we had chemistry. But when I extended my hand to him, Liam refused the handshake. My friend explained later that Liam is a Hasidic Jew, and it would be considered blasphemous for him to touch a woman he wasn’t related or married to. Now, Liam is already hot as hell, but knowing that it would be a sin to touch him, let alone to fuck him, it made me want him even more. 

My Dirty Blasphemy Plan

About a week later, I got Liam’s number from my friend. I called him to say that I was interested in doing some community outreach work with him. He was taken at first, because I’m not Jewish and I’m not a member of his Synagogue. But I assured him that in spite of my shortcomings, I had been moved by his community outreach work, and just wanted to help. We made arrangements for me to come to his office the next day to discuss programs that I may be a good fit for. 

The day of our meeting I went into Liam’s office in the tiniest denim skirt that I own, a t-shirt with a deep V-neck, and tall, spiked heels. I could feel Liam’s eyes going over my body when I walked into the room. His hands were shaking as picked up a folder. And when I tried to talk about the different outreach opportunities I could hear the quiver in his voice. He wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. I know that blasphemy was the only thing stopping him from fucking me so I decided to take control of the situation.

Katrina is in Control of his Blasphemous Cock

I stood up and walked behind the desk, turning Liam around in his chair to face me. His face was flush and there was a tremble in his voice as he asked me to go back around to the other side of the desk. Instead I moved closer, as I pulled down the top of my shirt to pull my tits out. Reaching down I grabbed his hands. I could hear him trying to say “No! I can’t! You’re not my wife! This is blasphemy” I gave him a wicked smile and sinister laugh and replied “Blasphemy is what is going to make this so hot!” I put my hands on my tits, and I could see his cock getting harder in his pants as he rubbed my hard nipples.

His Mouth Says Blasphemy, His Cock Says Yes

I stepped closer, pulled his head back and put my nipple in his mouth, he quit trying to resist me. Straddling his lap, and pulled his cock out. When I whipped it out I was surprised to find that Liam had a rock hard 9-inch cock. I slid my panties to the side. My pussy is so wet that Liam slid into me with ease. He grabbed my ass as I started to grind my pussy into his cock.

Liam kept moaning “It’s a sin, this is a blasphemy, God forgive me” as I fucked him. I kissed him deeply and whispered in his ear “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” as I rode his cock. I took one of his hands off of my ass, and put it on my clit, without any prompting he started rubbing my clit, making him pussy squirt all over his cock. After feeling me cum, Liam couldn’t hold out much longer. I could feel his cock throbbing as he shot his load deep into my pussy. After both of us got off, I slid his cock out of my pussy, I could feel his cum dripping out of me. So I sat on the desk, spread my legs and told him that it was time for him to clean his plate. I know that he wants to taste me again, maybe next time I’ll serve him a cuckold creampie.

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