In the sweltering heat of a summer’s afternoon, Father Thomas, a man of the cloth, found himself in the company of a stunningly beautiful woman. Her name was Lucretia, a voluptuous woman in her early thirties, with fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders and big hips that swayed with every step she took. She was a parishioner who had sought his counsel, but as they spoke, Father Thomas couldn’t help but be drawn to her seductive figure.
Lucretia, noticing his admiring gaze, leaned in closer, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Father, I’m feeling rather warm. Would you mind if I removed my shawl?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Father Thomas, taken aback, stuttered his response. “Of course, my child. Please, make yourself comfortable.”
As she removed her shawl, Lucretia revealed her ample cleavage, her dress struggling to contain her buxom figure. Father Thomas felt a stirring in his loins, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in years.
Lucretia, sensing his discomfort, reached out and placed her hand on his knee. “Father, I’ve heard that sometimes, even men of the cloth have… urges. Is that true?” she asked, her fingers tracing slow circles on his thigh.
Father Thomas, his resolve crumbling, placed his hand over hers. “My child, I’m only human,” he admitted, his voice hoarse with desire.
Lucretia, with a wicked smile, leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Father Thomas, overwhelmed by the sensation, responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her curves.
As they kissed, Lucretia straddled Father Thomas, her big hips grinding against his growing erection. He moaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer.
Breaking their kiss, Lucretia stood up, her dress falling to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lacy lingerie. She turned around, giving Father Thomas a tantalizing view of her heart-shaped ass.
“Father, I want you to take me from behind,” she purred, bending over, her fingers tracing the outline of her lacy panties.
Father Thomas, unable to resist, stood up and approached her, his cock straining against his pants. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, feeling the heat radiating from her core.
Lucretia, with a moan, pushed back against him, grinding her ass against his cock. Father Thomas, his control snapping, undid his pants, freeing his erection.
Lucretia, with a wicked smile, reached behind her and guided his cock to her entrance, her big hips rolling as she took him in.
“Oh, Father. You feel so good inside me,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure.
Father Thomas, his hips snapping, began to thrust, each stroke filling her with a sense of overwhelming pleasure. Lucretia, her moans growing louder, urged him on, her big hips meeting his thrusts.
As they reached their climax, Father Thomas felt Lucretia’s muscles clenching around him, her pussy milking his cock as she came. With a final thrust, he followed her over the edge, his release spilling deep inside her.
Panting, Father Thomas withdrew, cum dripping down Lucretia’s thighs. She turned around, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Thank you, Father. I needed that,” she said, her voice soft.
Father Thomas, still reeling from their encounter, could only nod, his mind a whirl of conflicting emotions.
As Lucretia dressed, Father Thomas couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt and shame. But as she left, her hips swaying as she walked, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing and desire.
It was a desire that would haunt him for the rest of his days.
