A young girl, a mere 19 years old, approached the church with trepidation. She was not a patron of said church, nor did she even necessarily consider herself religious. Perhaps she was religious to some extent, but this .... this was new territory for her and she was terrified.  

The large, heavy, mahogany door creaked as she pulled it open. Stepping into the foyer she felt a tremor of regret at coming, it was trumped by the terror. Inside the chapel of the church was empty and opulent in a way. Something she imagined Catholics did as a representation of the splendor that is God. She wouldn't know, but she could only guess from the looks of the outside appearance of the churches and everything she had seen in movies or on TV.

The Chapel itself was empty. As it should be she thought, it was after all, what would appear to any one else's perception, a boring Tuesday afternoon fading into evening. She still had no idea what made her think this was a good idea. She noticed herself shivering with the apparent terror of what she was here to do. To hide it she immediately sat in a pew towards the middle of the chapel. It was beautiful in here. The sunset had set ablaze the stained glass windows and the colors danced around the room. The large cross at the front of the room commanded the attention of the room and the smaller, but just as noticeable crucifix underneath it held a air of respect and authority.  

She didn't know how long she sat there studying her surroundings, but eventually she bowed her head. She wasn't much the praying type. Not for herself anyway. She just felt the need to take a moment and offer respect to the house of God, a place of safety and worship. Moments later she stood and stepped over to a bay of candles. Again she bowed her head and acknowledged every soul they were lit for. Again not for herself, but in honor of this place and those who were in worse shape than she, she took up a match and lit a votive for those who needed assistance divine or otherwise.  

She moved on to the Confessional booth. This is what she had truly come for. She stepped up to the door of one side and ...... froze. She froze hand in the air to open the door. She was terrified once more. She knew the Father here from outside the church obviously. She supposed she was scared he would recognize her voice. She shook her head, told herself it didn't matter, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Stepping inside she waited for a moment or two until she heard the Father entering his side. She knelt in front of the partition screen.  

"Welcome my child." said the warm deep voice of the father.  

She knew the drill, from where she knew not perhaps it was instinctive, she crossed herself in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.  

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."  

The rich voice on the other side of the screen chuckled softly.  "Yes you have my child otherwise you would not be here."  

He was making jokes!!! Wasn't this whole ordeal supposed to be serious and sacred?!?!?!

"Tell me my child," he continued "How long has it been since your last confession?"  

"Never Father. This is my first."

"Oh?" he sounds shocked and maybe a little confused. Good.  

"As I have said: Forgive me father for I have sinned"  

"What is it you have done my child?" There was genuine curiosity and concern in his voice.  

She took a long deep breath, crossed herself again though she knew not why.  

"Father I have had impure thoughts about a man."  

"Well my child that is not uncommon. You are female I can tell from your voice. So you are not worried about homosexuality. Perhaps you are only concerned with how these impure thoughts will affect you and your spirituality?"  

"Not quite Father. See that was not the worst of it."  

"Oh?" Again genuine shock and ill hidden curiosity  

"Father these impure thoughts I had manifested themselves. There is a certain point I have that I call my breaking point. Well I reached it and I could not stop myself. I had to touch. So I did. I touched and rubbed and glided softly over myself. Lordy, but it felt good. Soon enough though that wasn't nearly enough for me. My pussy was dripping wet and needed to be fucked badly-"  

"In the name of Christ my daughter you are in a church!" The priest was shocked as he had right to be.

She did not pay attention. She was too lost in her memories. She merely continued

"Oh Father it was terribly bad! I needed it so badly! Obviously no one was around so I started using my fingers hoping that would help. It didn't, Maybe it did for a little bit but not very long. My god I was so very wet and ready. You see Father it has been months at least since I last got fucked and ages all together since I've ahem relieved my own stress. You understand of course?" She paused for breath.  

"Well no my girl I can't say that I do?" The priest sounded a bit labored. Perhaps she had misjudged how shocking this news would be to him.  

"Well Father needless to say it is absolutely horrendously frustrating! Downright annoying!"  

"Is that so my daughter?"  

"That it is Father, but as I said that is not the worst part!"  The priest gasped and seemed to be panting a bit as though he was about to have a heart attack from the amount of sin involved.

"There is more my child?!"

 "Absolutely Father."  

"Go on then my dear girl."

"Well you see Father as I had said my poor dripping pussy desperately needed to get fucked! I was begging for someone to walk in and take me, but as per usual no one came. It wasn't so bad though. I'm a big girl. I know how to talk care of myself."

She smiled in a devilish way.  She could hear the priest gulp from his side of the booth.  

"You see Father I got up and found my trusty old hairbrush. I had nothing better on hand. It took me a few tries to get it in. I had to swirl my juices around a bit and make sure everything was properly wet and slippery first. Ooohhh it felt so good! Anyway once it was in I couldn't for the life of me stop moaning! God it felt so damn good!!! I panted and moaned and thrust my hips against my own hand forcing it deeper and harder and ooohhhh it was just brilliant! Oh Father you should have been there it was glorious!" she paused catching her breath  

"Well um .... my child that is certainly some sin you have committed." He sounded as though he was upset or something. Perhaps in pain was the better word. She didn't know.  

"Oh no Father! That wasn't the end of it or the worst for that matter!"

"Oh God!" He groaned "Saints preserve us continue on my daughter!"

"Well Father while I was going at it you know I was getting breathless and well somehow my blissed out mind started thinking as though it was a moment of clarity ya know? I realized that when I was doing such action I never thought of a friend or someone I loved. It was never a good man or anything like that. It was usually a nameless faceless person or .... well ... or A. You see A. is a friend of mine. He uh ... he is the dom to my submissive. I presume you've heard of the BDSM community? Oh good well see in that world I am a pet. A submissive. And I bow to my male dominant should I deem him worthy. Well .... if he is a good enough Dom I guess you could say haha. With women though I am the Dominant one. It is down right delicious Father!"  She paused and gasped as she realized how wet she was just from talking about him.

"Anyway Father the thought of A. stuck. All I could see was him above me in a big bed. He was sweaty and gorgeous. He had his arms on either side of me and was kneeling between my legs. He took one hand and gently stroked my cheek and then shifted to one finger on my lips sliding down till he made my bottom lip pout. Then his finger slipped down my throat and body before coming back up and glided across my throat. He tightened his grip on my throat only momentarily before his hand came up to brush a stray lock of hair off my face. I thought it was unusual for him. Our relationship isn't much of a ahem romantic one. Then I realized what he was really doing was setting my nerves on fire! I could feel every sensation, every touch, 10X more potent. That was when he started thrusting into me. Hard! Oh god oh god yes it was ecstasy Father! He was pounding into my fiercely. Fast and Hard and Deep! He was filling me entirely. I was so full because he was so huge! It was downright glorious! It was so good I ended up having to scream into my pillow as I came! Too bad it wasn't real huh?"  

She stopped to chuckle and adjust herself. She had been dripping onto the floor of the booth, her panties totally soaked through by this point.

"Anyway Father I started to wonder why I never thought of anything ya know .... normal .... it was either imaginary pleasure or as is normal as of late A. brutally dominating me. Then I came to realize I know exactly why!!! You see I don't want something normal. I don't want something bland and ordinary. Something predictable and calm. I want risky! I want dangerous! I want rough, hot, sticky, sweaty, filthy, brutal sex!!! I want fierce! I want dominating! I want full on Alpha Male!! I want the divine of sex! I want a god!!!I That is what A. is to me."  

She nodded her head decisively and stood quickly.  

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I must go. Thank you for your help!"  

She dashed off rather quickly and excitedly and the priest was left to gasp and look around the booth he was in. He shook his head put his cock back into his pants and sighed as he went to grab a rag so he could clean up his rather explosive cum from the booth.