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blasphemy

Blasphemy is one of the hottest subjects for me. Arriving at church, sitting in the front, all I can think of is what is the Priest wearing under that robe. Was his dick hard? Was he looking at all the women in the congregation and wishing he could bang them right there on their steps?


I get off on the fact that Priests have desires like normal Men. They get hard. They want to fuck. Taking a vow of chastity has to suck. Forgetting the panties the last time I went to Sunday service this past week. I did something so dreadful that I know I am going to be spending an eternity in the heat.

“Shave a cross into my blasphemy pussy”

I had my girl at the salon do just that. I have devised a plan to fuck a Priest and make him take the ride down with me. She laughed when I told her how I had always wanted to bang a Man of the cloth. She fingered me while doing the cross, forcing me to cum the moment she said it’s done. Being a whore, I couldn’t help it. I was so turned on when I thought about it all.


Lifting my skirt in church and the Priest called me into his chambers the moment the service was over. I guess I needed a good talking to, but he did it with his dick. Forcing me to open all three holes to take a blessing, I love a dirty fuck. I rested my head on the bible while he pumped me full of Jesus juice. Swearing I would never be bad again, but I lied. I will be sitting in church this weekend and even waiting in his office for my internal blessings. I love the way God fills my soul.