JOI: Late Night Confessions in the Dark

JOI: Late Night Confessions in the Dark

JOI sessions in the confession booth aren’t what was on my mind when I was invited to a Christening. I’m not a particularly religious person. I haven’t gone to church with any regularity since I was a kid, and I usually don’t take time to explore matters of faith. Leaving those things to the theologians and the faithful.

I don’t know if it was fate or divine intervention that brought me into the church today. I do know that a JOI session with a priest wasn’t how I expected my night to end.

An Unexpected Reunion

It was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon, and I had been invited to Mass for the christening of my new niece. Standing around talking to friends and family, I saw a tall, handsome man on the other side of the room.

From the way he was lingering, I could tell that he wasn’t there with any of my friends or family. I decided to walk over to him and introduce myself. As I got closer, our eyes met, and my jaw dropped. It’s my old friend Ronnie from college. I ran over to Ronnie, beaming as I gave him a long overdue hug.

A Hottie in Priest’s Clothing

When we were in college, I had the biggest crush on Ronnie. Sadly, it never went anywhere. Ronnie and I had overlapping social circles when we were in school, but for some reason, nothing romantic or sexual happened.  There just always seemed to be something in the way. If I were single, he was seeing someone. When we were both single, we would never find ourselves in social situations together.

After we finished college, and the years pulled us apart, Ronnie was filed away in the back of my mind as “Mr. What If”. A fun fantasy guy to think about when I masturbate. In the middle of our conversation, Ronnie said that he needed to excuse himself and get to work. I had been so happy to see him looking so sexy in that black suit that I had forgotten to ask what kind of work Ronnie was doing these days.

The church bells tolled. It was time for all of the guests to take their seats. I sat next to my sister and her family. Looking down to smooth my dress as I sat down. When I looked up at the pulpit, I was gobsmacked to see Ronnie standing there bringing Mass to order. I had been so excited to run into him that I never noticed the white collar attached to his black suit.

Late Night Confessions

When the service was over, I motioned to Ronnie to meet me over at the bar. We sat together drinking wine as he told me about his journey to the priesthood. When Ronnie finished his story, he laughed as he admitted that running into me had definitely put some impure thoughts into his mind.

I had to confess that he was looking so good in his suit, I didn’t notice his priest’s collar because I was having my own impure thoughts. Ronnie gave me another hug before going into the crowd to talk to the rest of the guests. Before he walked away, Ronnie asked me the last time I had gone to confession. It was a silly question, but I played along, telling Ronnie that I don’t go to confession because the church and I don’t keep the same hours. Ronnie smiled and told me that he does late-night confessions on weekends, if I was ever in the mood to unburden myself.

Forbidden Desires and JOI

Fast forward two weeks. It’s late on a Friday night, and I can’t sleep. I’ve been thinking about Ronnie since the christening. Sure, he is a priest, and priests are completely off limits. But I would be lying if I admitted that Ronnie looked good. He gave a great hug, the kind of hug that ensured that I would be able to feel how muscular and strong he is.

I also thought about some of the stories I’d heard about Ronnie’s cock when we were in college. A few of the girls he dated told me how long and thick he was. One girl even said that his cock was so big he had ruined her pussy for any man smaller than eight inches.

Filled with horniness and a little bit of guilt, I decided to head to the church. At the moment, I swore that I was going to the church to confess. I didn’t intend for this to become an erotic JOI session.

JOI Inside the Confessional Booth

I sat inside the confessional booth. The wooden panel opened. I could hear Ronnie breathing softly on the other side of the screen. “Forgive me, Father. For I have sinned. It has been over five years since my last confession.” I said softly. The dark screen behind the wooden panel is supposed to make confession anonymous. But I could tell by the way Ronnie sucked in his breath that he knew that it was me.

And thus began my confession. I told Ronnie about my impure thoughts. How I masturbated my pussy thinking about how it would feel to have his hard, thick cock spreading me open. He wanted to feel my skin in his teeth as he fucked me. How I wanted to feel his cock exploding inside of me as he filled me with hot cum.

But before I would let Ronnie give me my penance, told him that I needed to ask him a question. Had Ronnie had impure thoughts about me? Ronnie confessed that he had felt some stirrings of impure thoughts when he saw me at the Christening. And honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking, but the next thing I said was, “Touch yourself for me, Ronnie.” The sound of Ronnie unzipping his pants sounded like thunder in the silence of the church.

“Now grab your balls, ” I said. Hearing Ronnie moan as he gripped his balls sent shivers up my spine. Next, I told Ronnie to masturbate the head of his cock. Ronnie moaned, and images of pre-cum dripping out of the head of his cock filled my mind as I spread my legs and began to play with my pussy.

“Take your pre-cum and spread it all over your cock, make it wet for me.” I moaned. I leaned back in the confessional booth. Sliding two fingers into my pussy. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I’m going to cum”. Ronnie moaned. “Not yet,” I said, “You can’t cum until I tell you to.” Both of us are breathing heavy now. The red satin cushion of the confessional booth is soaked in my pussy juice as I listen to Ronnie stroke his cock on the other side of the booth.

“Please”, Ronnie said in a hoarse whisper, “Let me cum, Katrina! I’m begging you!” I permitted Ronnie to cum. There was the warm, wet sound of his cum hitting the hard wooden walls of the confessional booth. I liked the pussy juice off of my fingers, straightened my clothes, and left the confessional booth licking my pussy juice off of my fingers.

As I walked back to my car, I thought about how many times Ronnie has been a guest star in my erotic fantasies. One of those fantasies has always been having an anonymous fantasy with Ronnie. And like all good Catholic girls, I’ve had a late-night confession fantasy playing in my mind for years. I just never thought that my erotic fantasy of having a JOI session with a priest would ever be a reality.

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