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[femmeidiot]

Beautiful church, too pure to resist. I've been thinking about this all day. 💌

After corrupting you so terribly before, I invite you to a gorgeous church with wonderful grounds and a cathedral with huge stained glass windows open for tourists. Something pure to set things right again. You'd dress up, so pretty with a blouse and skirt. Your hair so soft and sweet. We walk around a lovely garden and read plaques around explaining the history of the church. Sure, you're not Catholic but you've absorbed some things from being a PK and you excitedly talk to me about what you notice as we walk around. I feel a little bad because I feel little thrills of horniness as you talk.

Maybe I could have contained myself but, well it is Lent and we get to the stations of the cross and since there is an invitation to do so you perform them. Every time you kneel you just look so sweet and pure, my lust for corrupting you grows. I notice somewhat early on I can see down your shirt as you kneel. My mouth waters seeing your cleavage in that black bra with the corset ties. Sometimes when kneeling your skirt rides up a bit and I can't help picturing shoving it up the rest of the way and taking you in front of Jesus Falls A Second Time. I realize there are 14 of these stations and I can barely restrain myself but I have to. I'm dressed the perfect gentlebutch in a nice suit. Thankfully the pants are a little loose and the jacket a little long and that masks me stroking myself while I watch you kneel and pray. I just need a little relief and then I can resist. Sometimes you look up at me while you're kneeling and you look so sweet but I wonder if there is a little glint in your eye because you know what you're doing to me. Surely masturbating is harm reduction in terms of sins compared to what I'm picturing.

People walk by but that only turns me on more, having them see this good sweet pure one with me when in my pocket I've got a polaroid of you with mascara running down your face as you gag on my cock. We reach the last station and I haven't scratched my terrible itch.

We go inside the cathedral as the sun starts to set. You smile brightly at me in delight as the colors of the stained glass fill the room. It's very quiet and I whisper into your ear, "would you like to hold hands?" You whisper back, "Yes please." And I'm already so whipped up from everything that the please sends whatever blood was trying to run my brain right back down. You lead me around by my hand and I pretend to read the plaques with you but my mind is fully on all the depraved things I want to do to you. Pull your tits out in front of everyone and suck on your nipples. Bend you over the pew and make you beg for my strap. Roughly facefuck you. Cum on your rosary in front of Mother Mary full of grace. I'm so horny I imagine multiple of me, filling your every hole at once and overwhelming you and making you cry in shame and pleasure as I defile you in front of everyone in the church. Suddenly you say my name and startled out of my imaginings a flicker of guilt and something dark crosses my face and you're worried.

You pull me into a dark room and ask what is wrong. You ask if you did something wrong, wide-eyed and so sweet. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see we're in the confessional and your eyes are brimming with tears. I want to reassure you that you've done nothing wrong but I'm still trying to not corrupt you and I worry my speech will betray me.

Then you hug me close and say, "please tell me what's wrong, please," and the please and feeling your tits pressed against me... I just can't take it anymore. I kiss you roughly and feel you gasp into my mouth while you press your body close to mine. My hands wander under your skirt and I feel how soaking wet my good little slut is for me. The church bells do a long elaborate song, loud enough to cover your moans as I fuck your sweet needy hole. Feeling so good to hear as I caress the rest of your body, at times grabbing hard when you say "oh God" or "Jesus Christ" as I fill you with the pleasure of corruption. The bells end but I can't stand to stop fucking you and you're still moaning so I try to put my hand over your mouth and brainless with lust you just start sucking on my fingers. I want to feel bad for turning this sweetheart into a brainless slut but it feels too good.

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