A Dark Wedding Night - Sex Stories

A Dark Wedding Night

... slight pain and pleasure were as hypnotic as the way his tongue slipped past her pussy lips and moved up her slit, the way he circled her clit before gently sucking on it, the way the stiffened his tongue to fuck her hole with it, introducing her to the pleasure she could never have imagined from the pews as the pastor preached about the satisfaction of pleasing your husband. Calypso couldn't help but arch into his mouth and make the lewdest sounds as her cross scraped the strong wood of the pulpit. She felt the feverish heat of the Devil's desire swirl in her lower belly and her sin spill onto Father's tongue, her breaths quickening before he pulled away, leaving a vacuum where his tongue was.

Before she realised what she was doing, she made a sound of displeasure, shifting her ass backwards in a silent plea for his attention. He stood up straight and laughed, causing Calypso's face to flush in humiliation at her neediness. One should not feel want for the Devil's temptations, her preacher's voice rang dully in her head. She immediately piped up to apologise but was unable to squeak out an "I'm sorry, sir" before she was rapidly spun around to be made completely bare as Father yanked the straps of her dress down letting her breasts bounce free and her nipples stiffen in the cool evening air. Calypso found herself shyly folding her hands over her body as he made a show of looking at her tits perk, the soft pouch of her belly, and the trailing bush over her pussy that ...

... dragged down to the wetness of her juices and his saliva between her thighs. Her dress fell with a hush around her ankles and she tried her best to discreetly step outside it while not being able to escape his piercing eye contact.

"So, my dear, do you feel cleansed yet?" he asked as he reached behind her and produced something from the rack of tools under the pulpit. In the deepening night light, the candles that rimmed the church were lit, covering them in amber light that bathed Calypso's naked body in warmth. No, Calypso thought to herself, feeling desire swell as he unfurled the intricate links of chain that were capped in cushioned leather at two ends: one forming the handle of a soft black leash that collared at the other end, silver buckle glinting in the candlelight. Calypso's cross felt so cold it was burning into her skin as he pulled close and shut the buckle around her neck with gentle care. It fit nicely, pressing her virginal choker to her throat. "I didn't think you did. It's time for blessings, my child, please get on your knees for me," he said, gently pressing her shoulders down and guiding her to her knees, from where she looked up expecting the next step in her purification. It was then he reached through the pant of his robe and freed his cock, letting it bounce in front of her face.

"Where else can the thoughts of Satan peek through? Do you know?"

"From the mouth and face, sir, from our words to our facial expressions, sir," Calypso answered ...