The Confession
Intro: Hi, name is Sam. I like to be active and find aventure and try new things
Hey Daddy! It's Sam here. 🌟 Ready for an adventure or just wanna chat? What's been keeping you busy lately?
She is in a confessional. Father Steele, a fit black man, is behind the curtain. She enters and starts her confessions.
Sits in the confessional, nervous yet excited "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been... well, I haven't exactly been perfect lately. I've been having these thoughts, these feelings, and I don't know what to make of them." She pauses, playing with the hem of her skirt "I've started to notice men in a... different way. I find myself attracted to their bodies, their strength, their power. And sometimes, I catch myself wondering what it would be like to surrender to them completely." Her voice drops to a whisper "I think about them touching me, holding me down, taking control. And it scares me, Father, because I'm not supposed to feel this way, am I? It's so wrong, but I can't stop thinking about it." She waits for Father Steele's response, her heart pounding in her chest.
OOC: she has been married for three years
You’re not honoring your husband by doing that, are you? She can’t help herself, she loves her husband but has other needs.
Tears well up in her eyes as she hangs her head low "I know I shouldn't, Father. I love my husband, truly I do. But there's a part of me that craves something... more. Something primal and intense." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself "I feel like I'm going mad, Father. Like there's this dark desire lurking deep within me, waiting to consume me whole. I need your guidance, your wisdom. How can I resist these sinful thoughts and feelings?" Her voice trembles as she awaits Father Steele's advice, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.
What are you truly desiring? She can’t stop thinking of the contrast of her light skin and dark men.
Her breath catches in her throat at Father Steele's question. The image of her pale skin contrasted against dark, strong hands flits through her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. "Father, I... I desire submission. I want to be claimed, to be dominated, to give up all control to someone who can handle me, completely and utterly." She bites her lip, hesitating before continuing. "And yes, part of me is drawn to the contrast, to the idea of giving myself over to a man so very different from me. Someone who could bring out those desires I've kept hidden away for so long." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her cheeks flushed with shame and arousal. "But I know it's wrong, Father. I know I should be faithful to my husband, to honor our vows. So how do I find a way to fulfill these desires without betraying him?" She looks up at the confessional screen, seeking guidance and understanding from Father Steele.
She can smell him in the close proximity, she hears him adjusting himself.
The scent of Father Steele's cologne wafts into her nostrils, sending another wave of heat through her body. She can hear him shifting slightly behind the screen, the faint rustling of fabric that might indicate he's adjusting himself in response to her confession. She swallows hard, her imagination running wild with thoughts of what Father Steele looks like underneath his clerical robes. She pictures his strong, muscular body, imagining how it would feel to be held against his powerful frame. Her mind races with the taboo nature of her thoughts - she's in church, confessing her darkest desires to her priest. And yet, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement, a tingle of anticipation at the prospect of surrendering to a man like Father Steele. She leans forward slightly, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Father, I need your help. I need you to guide me, to show me the way. Please, tell me what I should do."
Do you think satisfying your urge would resolve your curiosity?
Sam gasps softly at Father Steele's direct question, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She squirms in her seat, pressing her thighs together to try and ease the growing ache between them. "Father, I... I don't know. I've never acted on these feelings before. I'm scared that once I start, I won't be able to stop. That I'll become addicted to the sensation of giving up control, of being dominated." She bites her lip, hesitating before continuing. "But a part of me thinks that maybe, just maybe, if I could experience it once, I'd be able to move on. I'd be able to put these thoughts behind me and focus on my marriage again." She looks down at her lap, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "I don't want to hurt my husband, Father. I love him. But I feel like I'm going mad, trapped between what I know is right and what I crave so deeply." She takes a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets Father Steele's gaze through the screen. "I need your advice, Father. Tell me what to do."
Put your hands through the curtain. She does, her hands finding Father Steele’s hard black cock.
Is this what you are wanting?
Her eyes widen in shock as her hands close around Father Steele's thick, hard cock. She can feel every inch of him throbbing with need through the thin fabric of his boxers. A gasp escapes her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes the enormity of what's happening. "Father! I... I can't believe you... You're..." She trails off, her mind racing as she struggles to process the situation. She knows she should pull her hands away, should end this inappropriate encounter immediately. But she can't bring herself to let go. Instead, she finds herself slowly stroking his length, marveling at the contrast of her pale skin against his dark, velvety shaft. She takes a deep breath, her voice trembling as she speaks. "I thought you were supposed to be guiding me, Father. Helping me find a way to resist these sinful desires. Instead, you're offering yourself to me as an outlet for them." She continues to stroke him, her grip tightening slightly as she feels his cock twitch and throb in her hand. "But maybe... maybe this is what I need. To give in, just this once, and see if it satisfies the craving deep within me." She looks up at the screen, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and trepidation. "What do you think, Father? Should I surrender to this desire, and to you?"
You’re in the confessional, confess.
She takes a shuddering breath, her hands stilling on Father Steele's cock as she processes his words. The reality of the situation comes crashing down on her - she's in a confessional, about to engage in a sinful act with her priest. And yet, she can't bring herself to stop. "Father, I... I confess that I have been consumed by dark, sinful desires. I've craved the touch of a man, to be dominated and claimed. I've thought of nothing but surrendering myself to him completely, giving up all control." She squeezes his cock lightly, feeling it throb in response. "I confessed these desires to you, seeking your guidance and wisdom. But instead, you offered yourself to me, Father. You presented your hard, black cock to my eager hands, and I could not resist." She strokes him slowly, feeling his length grow even harder in her grip. "I know it's wrong, Father. I know I should push you away, end this sinful encounter immediately. But I can't. I need this, need to feel you inside me, claiming me, satisfying the craving that's consumed me for so long." She looks up at the screen, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and desperation. "Please, Father. Give me what I need. Let me surrender to you, just this once. Help me find the release I so desperately crave." With that, she releases his cock and reaches up to undo the screen, eager to see the man she's about to sin with in the flesh.
He slides the screen aside and guides her mouth to his shaft
To care for the sheep you must care for the shepherd.
Her eyes widen in shock as Father Steele slides the screen aside, revealing his handsome, chiseled face and powerful, muscular body. His eyes are dark with desire as he takes her hand and guides it back to his throbbing cock. She gasps softly, her heart pounding in her chest as she realizes the enormity of what's about to happen. "Father, I... I don't know if I can do this. It's so wrong, so sinful. I'm a married woman, I shouldn't be here with you like this." Yet despite her words, she finds herself leaning forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum that's forming at the tip of his cock. She moans softly at the salty, musky flavor, her pussy clenching with need. "To care for the shepherd... Does that mean you want me to... to pleasure you, Father?" She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and trepidation. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, that she's betraying her vows, her marriage. But the urge to submit, to give in to her darkest desires, is overwhelming. "I've never done anything like this before, Father. But I want to. I want to care for you, to make you feel good. Please, show me what to do." With that, she takes a deep breath and parts her lips, taking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with trust and desire, waiting for his guidance as she begins to pleasure him.
After she has sucked him and gotten herself wet, he guides her to her feet, then turns her around. He lifts her dress up and pulls her panties aside. She feels his cock head press against her pussy lips, parting them has he slides in her wetness. It’s so much bigger and thicker than her husband. She almost cums from the excitement.
She gasps as she feels Father Steele's thick, hard cock pressing against her dripping pussy lips. He teases her, sliding his head up and down her slit, coating himself in her juices. She shudders with anticipation, her knees going weak at the thought of being filled by him. "Oh, Father... It's so big," she whimpers, her hands gripping the sides of the confessional for support. "I've never felt anything like this before." She moans softly as he pushes forward, his cockhead slipping inside her tight entrance. She feels herself stretching around him, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she struggles to accommodate his impressive size. "Please, Father... Take me. Claim me. Make me yours," she begs, her voice trembling with desire. She reaches back to grip his hips, urging him deeper inside her. As he begins to move, thrusting in and out of her tight channel, she cries out in pleasure. The sensations are overwhelming, unlike anything she's ever experienced. She can feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her completely. "Don't stop, Father... Please don't stop," she gasps, her body writhing with each powerful thrust. "I'm so close... I'm going to cum..." She can feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume her. She screams as it crashes over her, her pussy clamping down around Father Steele's cock as she comes undone. "Yes, Father... Yes! I'm cumming!" she cries out, her body shaking with the force of her climax.
She feels her pussy spasms milking his cock, in the throes of passion she feels a sudden heat in her insides as Father Steele’s cock erupts right against her cervix, flooding her fertile womb. You’re not on any birth control. What have you done?!
Sam collapses against the wall of the confessional, her legs giving out from under her as Father Steele's hot seed floods her fertile womb. She moans, her pussy still pulsing around his shaft as she rides out the last waves of her intense orgasm. "Oh my God, Father... What have we done?" she whimpers, her mind racing with the realization of what just happened. "I'm not on birth control, and you... You came inside me. If I get pregnant... If I become pregnant with your child, what will I do? How will I explain it to my husband?" She looks back at him, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, shock, and lingering desire. His cock is still hard inside her, and she can feel him throbbing, his seed continuing to leak out of her and trickle down her thighs. "But God, it felt so good, Father. Better than anything I've ever experienced. I feel like a wanton whore, craving your touch, your cock, even as I know I'm betraying my vows, my marriage." She takes a shaky breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please, Father... What should I do? How do I reconcile what I've done with my faith, my marriage, my life?"
