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Sins of the Father (selfi and Lord Dakol)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
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Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
He's been wanting to try this for a while now. The idea of someone freely giving out their secrets just because of a certain way someone dressed was... exciting. Bag in hand, Christopher slipped into the dark church through the large doors; someone had forgotten to lock up! The opening hours of it would soon be upon it, and Christopher knew that the father in charge was already here, getting prepared. Striding down the aisle, he quieted his footsteps as much as he could, waiting for a sound from anywhere.

After a few minutes, he heard clattering in the back room. He headed there, taking the syringe from his bag and sneaking towards the room.

"Father..?" he called out when he reached the door, glancing in. The priest turned around and walked towards him with a curious look on his face.

"Forgive me, Father... for I have sinned," he said with a smirk. With a swift motion, he plunged the syringe into the priest's neck, knocking him unconscious quickly and allowed Christopher to throw him into the nearby closet. Opening the bag further, he took out a priest's outfit that looked just like Father's. Dressing quickly, he smiled in satisfaction as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Good..."
 
Catherine came from a good old school Catholic family, her father had gone to a private Catholic Prep school and her mother had been in one as well. Catherine herself had gone to a private Catholic school until she was twelve, then she started ditching class and going off with boys from a local school and getting fucked every day- more than once each time. Now at nineteen, her parents were wanting her to go to the local church and confess what she had done for the past seven years.

Catherine looked up at the catherdral style church infront of her, old school in design, it was very beautiful and forboding. She had hated to go to church or have any religion at all. Sighing, she brushed her strawberry blonde hair back and out of her emerald green eyes. Her lithe and atletically sexy form walked up the church steps, the heels of her newly aquired boots clicking. The pair of blue jeans cupped her small and tight ass in a way that made even the most die hard glance at her a second time, then have to pray to be forgiven that they were lusting. There was a thin see through top on, barely hiding the bra that supported her double d breasts.

Catherine opened the old wooden doors and walked into the main room, wrinkling her nose at the musty wood and dusty benches. She walked hesistantly over to one of the confession booths and sat down on the uncomfortable chair. "Forgive me Father for I have sinned." she crossed herself akwardly, "It has been seven...no eight years since my last confession." shaking her head at the idiocracy of it all she added in an undertone, "Get ready for this Father. This little Catholic School girl has been bad."
 
Christopher spun around as he heard the large doors of the cathedral open and close. A smile crept onto his face as he adjusted his clothes and walked out. Just before reaching the main door where he would come into view, he stopped and peeked out the door. The smile that was occupying his face grew into a wide grin as he saw the intensely beautiful young girl walking down the aisle towards the confession booth. This is what he was waiting for! And with such a great catch, too! She was just asking to be fucked in every hole...

As she slipped inside the booth, Christopher breathed out and strode to the opposite stall. Slipping in, he calmly sat down and leaned against the wall, preparing the appropriate tone for this "act".

With a haughty chuckle, he replied, "I'm sure, child, that whatever you did will be forgiven by God. Now, tell me, what's on your mind?" he asked with an expression that was reduced to a smirk.
 
Catherine sighed and leaned back against the wall, her arms folded over her chest. "You really know what's on my mind father?" she looked to the screen, "Are you sure that I'm not going to have to pay a little coin?" she rubbed her first two fingers together before continuing. "I've been sleeping with men since I was twelve. Stopped going to church as well." She looked front and leaned her head back, "The only reason why I'm here is because my parents don't like the thought of their precious daughter going to Hell because she decided that she didn't like what they taught at the private school she goes to."

Catherine looked over to the screen again. "Yes, I have sinned, but I really don't care. My parents, my dad in particular needs to get the tampon out of his ass; pardon the phrase Father, and move on with their lives. Their darling daughter is going to Hell anyways." she sighed and stopped talking. There was too much on her mind, and if she said it all, she would start cursing like a well rounded sailor, and then her parents would get even worse. Her breast buzzed and she took out her phone, cursing silently, she texted her friend back. The band that they both were in love with was on tour and her friend had gotten VIP. "So Father, what do I have to do to be absolved of these sins. Of sleeping shamelessly with friends and random encounters?"
 
Christopher lowered his head, thinking deeply as well as listening intently. A small chuckle rose from his throat as she finished her confession, although the chance that she heard the sound was incredibly small. Smoothing out his clothes, he looked up at the screen and smiled.

"I... am surprised. And disappointed, child. You have strayed; but, I believe you can be saved, with help..." he said, leaning back and grinning maliciously,
 
Catherine looked towards the screen again, "My parents will be thrilled." her voice was laced with sarcasm. "What must I do Father?" she dropped her voice to become a semi solom tone, though behind it you could hear it being forced.

She leaned closer to the screen to catch a glimpse of the Father. She smiled seductively, he was cute. Pitty that he was a man of the cloth. Catherine sighed and waited, "Father, I want it to be as painless as possible; I don't want to be baptised again. The first time was enough."
 
Christopher couldn't help himself but laugh to her sarcastic remark, but kept it hushed. Using every bit of his strength, the young man looked forward to avoid her glimpsing look.

"I understand. Neither I would like to go through the experience again. But this action that you will partake in," or rather, several, "will not include baptism. Now, you must follow my instructions carefully, do you understand? Stay here in the booth while I'm gone; I will be back shortly. Afterward you may exit and follow me to the seats." he said seriously, though his words masked a joyful grin as he waited for her agreement.
 
Catherine sighed and nodded, "As you wish Father." She leaned back against the wooden wall and waited a few moments, hearing the Father's footsteps echoing int he great room she closed her eyes. "This is going to be worse than Hell," she said aloud to the small room she was in. "We're in limbo until we die anyways. If Heaven is above and Hell below..." she sighed and shook her head, "It's fuckin ridiculous."

Her phone buzzed again and she looked at it before cursing again. "What?" she asked as she looked up, "I'm going to be absolved of my sins anyways, why not add a few more?" she looked back to her cell before she sent a text and turned it off. Sliding it back into her shirt, she walked out of the room to find where the Father had gone off too. Catherine straightened her shirt and pants before going over to the wooden benches.
 
Meanwhile, Christopher had left her in the booth to stride to the large doors, closing them firmly and making sure it was securely locked. Afterward, he walked back down the aisle to see that she hadn't waited for him and instead sat down anyway. With a sigh and chuckle, he walked to the bench behinds and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her face, though his eyes were slyly focused on her barely covered breasts.

"I see you did not acquiesce my request," he said with a small smile as his thumbs gently massaged her skin. "I though I gave you strict instructions to wait for me,"
 
Catherine bent her head back to look at him, a cute gesture. "I did wait for you." she looked up at him, a small grin on her face. "You never said how long. Father, you must be specific." she straightend her head to look at the morbid statue that was on display in front of the room. It was of Jesus getting cruicified. "I never understood that. Why put a statue of that in front of the congrigation? It will scar most younger children. Just as the movie does."

Catherine felt the eyes on her breasts and she smiled slightly, all men eventually noticed them. Regardless if she was wearing a revealing top or not. "Father, what happens if you're never dissolved of your sins. I know you go to hell, but what exactly is hell?" she cocked her head back to look at him again, one of her perfectly formed eyebrows raised, "I don't want the fairy tale story. What exactly is hell? I always thought it was living in this god forsaken part of the world." she let out a laugh at the irony of what she was saying. God forsaken. Still laughing she toyed with her sleeve.
 
Christopher laughed gently at her response and shook his head. "Honestly?" he asked, sitting down and placing his hands in his lap. "I do not know. I suppose... we will never know until we face it. It could be just like Heaven, only turned Hellish in tales so we would be scared to follow down that path. But, of course, it doesn't always help." he explained, glancing at her while he spoke with a quirked eyebrow

Oddly, he himself seriously religious, though not in the usual sense. He felt some higher power, or powers... but they didn't a fuck about the universe. Like it was some kind of game to them... and Christopher was another of their wonderful, interesting pawns.
 
Catherine grinned at making him laugh, maybe it was a good choice to come here today after all. At his response, she sighed. "People will say anything so that they are not scared of what happens after death." She pulled at a leather strap around her neck and brought out a sliver and ruby cat on the end. The eyes were real rubies and there were zirconia on the collar. "I personally believe in reincarnation." she toyed with the cat before slipping it back under her shirt.

Catherine turned to him. "So, Father, what do you have in mind for me.. to abslove my sins?" she reached into her shirt and pulled out fifty dollars. "You want my money like in the medievil days?" She grinned before stuffing it back into her bra.
 
Christopher glanced at her, and his fingers shook gently as the moment was quickly upon him. But luckily, his hand were already hidden from sight, so no worries there.

"Actually, child... I had something more... physical in mind," he replied with a slightly quirked eyebrow as he leaned back.
 
Catherine looked at him quickly, then back at the front, staring at an extreamly old and water damaged bible in front of her, "Father, isn't it against your relegion?" she paused and got up, turning to face him, "I thought a man of the cloth shouldn't be thinking such impure thoughts." a small smile crept up on her lips. She stepped to be infront of him and started to dance slowly. Catherine turned her back to him and rubbed her ass up against him.

Catherine grinned as she provoked the Father, she had always wanted to do this, and when she finally got the chance; noting would stop her from doing this. Grinning she thought if only her parents could see her now. Her dad would be having to take the tampon out of his ass and her mother would wonder where she learned how to dance like this. Catherine turned around and looked at him, "Father; I want to be absloved of my sins." She bent down to give him a kiss.
 
Christopher smiled as she got up. "Sometimes the right thing to do... is the wrong thing," he replied as she began to do a very arousing dance, feeling her small, tight ass pressing against his slowly hardening cock.

"Consider yourself absolved by the time we're done..." he replied, tasting her lips against his, and kissed her back fiercely, his tongue sliding across her lips, asking for entrance.
 
Catherine smiled as he returned her kiss..yes this was going to be fun. She opened her mouth and kissed him deeply, her tounge dancing across his mouth. By this time, Catherine had straddled his leg; her hand gently massaging his groin. If her parents wanted her to be absloved of her sins, a corrupt father would be the perfect person to do it.

Her cell buzzed again, and Catherine reached inside her shirt and threw the cell across the room. She went back to kissing the Father as she heard her cell clatterd. Fisting a hand in his hair, she brought him closer to her and kissed him back passionately before pulling back. "You know, Father, I've always wanted to fuck a man of the cloth. Albiet one who wasn't already corrupted...but I must say that it being you, makes it all the more easier." She grinned as she bit his neck hard, releasing after a few seconds, she added, "I might want to come to church more often now..."
 
Christopher's tongue reveled in the sensation of her own tongue wrestling with his own, and a quiet moan ruptured from his throat as she rubbed his crotch. A hard, clearly defined large bulge was in his pants, quivering inside at her touch.

He noticed Catherine's motions becoming more rough, and smiled as she gripped his hair tightly and kissing him a bit more passionately before speaking. Chuckling as she bit his neck, which also sent pleasurable feeling down his neck to his groin, he looked at her. "I wouldn't have any objection to that at all. I am sure that you will be conducting new sins every day..." he replied with a sly smirk. Of course, he already realized that maintaining his cover would much harder, but he never expected a slut like Catherine to come into the church. Leaning, he kissed her jawline lightly before his tongue began to trail down her skin, clearly down to her cleavage.
 
Catherine felt his change- a raging hard on and inside she was laughing. His light touch made her shiver slightly as the senastions turned her on. As he licked down his way to her cleavage, Catherine moaned lightly against his ear. She pulled back quickly and took off her shirt. She nibbled his ear and coaxed him to continue.

"Father, I will be conducting new sins every day....only with you though." she gently traced her nails over his groin again, "Because at least I will be absolved of them as soon as we're done." she grinned and took his hand to the middle of her clevage, where the clasp to her bra was.
 
The young man looked at her as she pulled back, wondering if she changed her mind when her shirt came off, uncovering her gorgeous breasts that were now only covered by her bra.

Excitement rose up inside of him after listening to her words, and laughed gently. "That's smart. Using me to create and destroy the sins you make..." he replied. He then felt her hand against his, and smirked as she wanted him to undo the clasp on her bra. Working deftly as his teeth nibbled her neck, the bra popped off, finally uncovering her breasts.
 
Catherine grinned, "I told you I'd been wanting to do this for a while. I had it all planned out." she reached up and pulled her bra the rest of the way off before cupping her perky tits between her hands and rolling her nipple between her fingers. She stepped closer and placed her other breast in front of the Father's face. "Tell me Father, do you wish to sin with me?" she asked as she continued to roll her nipple between her fingers.

Catherine was looking forward to what was to come. If her parents wanted her to go to church more, then fine, she would. She would come here and stay after, praying for her soul. While at the same time, committing more sins, and having them absolved. What fun this was. She would have to remember to thank her parents when she went back home.
 
Christopher was surprised when he heard that she had already been planning, like he had. With a smirk, the young man leaned in a wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking it gently and biting gently before he looked up at her.

"Yes, I do. And much, much more..." he replied. His hips began to move slowly, gently grinding against Catherine's groin as he continued to suck and play with her nipple. His free hand slid up her stomach and gripped her other nipple, laying his fingers over hers as he pinched the sensitive node.
 
Catherine moaned louder and dropped her hands to his pants, "Father, I want to start with cleansing my soul." she dropped her head down to his ear, "I will be whatever you want me to be. I have connections at Lover's. I can get any costume you want me to have." she whispered before sucking gently at his ear, swirling her touge over his lobe and working her way down his neck, tugging at the white collar with her teeth.

Catherine drew back and looked at him, "Father, there somewhere private we can go?" she asked as tugged his collar off. "I've sinned so much that I'm afraid this will go on all day, even part of the night." she bit her lip teasingly and looked at him, "Maybe for the next few years...." Catherine leaned forward and kissed him softly.
 
Christopher, once again, blinked in surprise to her whisper. She was practically his to use whenever he wanted. His body shivered with delight when her tongue played with his ear, and felt her teeth tugging at his plastic clerical collar. He moved his body back a bit in order for her to take it off. His fingers took the collar from her mouth and placed it on the bench next to him.

"Yes... there is," he replied gently. Before she had arrived, he took the time to explore the rest of the church, and found a few extra rooms past his office. Obviously, since it would be too dangerous in there, he would escort her to one of the other rooms, such as the Sunday school room. He rather didn't care that it was frequently used, and since it was a Tuesday, it was empty.

The mention of her coming for the next few years complicated it further, and he briefly wondered how he would keep it up. Ah, he would figure that out when the time comes. Kissing her back, he slowly stood up to have her slide off his lap, he gathered up all the things they dropped and led her towards the back, purposefully forgetting her cell phone.
 
Catherine felt the Father's movements and she insticively knew, but decided to wait until they were alone. She was fine with it, she loved role play. His clerical collar now off, she smiled and watched him as he said that there was a place to go. Good, over the next few hours she would let him claim her. She needed someone to make their mark on her; she had always been one for branding and marking. Not to the point where her whole body was covered in scars, but a few here and there. Catherine subconsciously touched her left shoulder. There was a faint scar from a punk star that her first boyfriend had branded into her. She had loved the pain that went with it, he had made it over several days. Each session making up of three hours.

Catherine followed the Father, straight passed her cell, which she kicked under a bench; reminding herself where it was. That same thought was in her head, so she spoke it, "Father? Do you wish to claim me as yours?" She looked at him with eyes that had more meaning than what she was saying.
 
Christopher led her down the hall, passing his office without a second thought. Soon enough, they reached the room, which he proceeded to walk in and wait for Catherine before closing it. He walked behind her, dropping their things to the floor and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck gently. He noticed the light scar, and figured that she was one to enjoy pain.

"How do you mean, Catherine?" he asked innocently and curiously.
 
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