I was alone in the church one Sunday morning. I was up on stage singing with the choir, while Father James was leading the congregation in prayer from his pulpit perch.

As I belted out the hymns, I caught Father James staring at me like he wanted to devour me whole. And trust me, the feeling was mutual - there's just something about a man of the cloth that gets my pussy all hot and bothered!

After the service ended and everyone else had cleared out, Father James approached me with a sly grin on his face. "You have a beautiful voice," he said, his eyes roaming over my curves. "Would you like to practice your singing... privately?"

I just smiled sweetly and replied, "Why don't we head into the confessional booth? I could use some spiritual guidance..."

Once we were alone in the dimly lit chamber, Father James quickly shed his vestments and got down to business, shoving me up against the wall and kissing me hard while fumbling with my dress.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty little demon," he growled into my ear as he ripped off my panties and slipped his thick cock inside me. "I knew it from the moment I saw you... wanted to cream this juicy cunt of yours all day long! And clean that demon inside you"

He started pounding away at my pussy like a man possessed, grunting and snorting with every thrust while I moaned loudly into the soundproof booth. But we had to be quiet - the choir was about to start their next set and we couldn't risk being discovered!

So Father James just got more creative, bending me over the confession screen and slamming his cock into my ass instead of my pussy. "Take it all, you filthy whore!" he hissed as he filled me up with his hot cum while I screamed in ecstasy.

When we were both spent, we quickly cleaned ourselves up and put our clothes back on before making our way out of the church. As we parted ways, Father James just winked at me and whispered, "Meet me here next Sunday... same time." Walking off he performed the sign of the cross. I couldn't wait until next Sunday...