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CONFESS camera and suck tits
The author of this (cactusjuggler) reserves all rights to this
story--reproducing or posting this without the author's permission is
prohibited.
Cristina's Story: The By Cactus Juggler 1998
Fleiger sat in the confessional booth and waited. It was nearing
the end of his evening confessional, and he always stayed in the booth even
when the church was empty. A small green light outside the booth showed
parishioners that he was inside. It had been another tedious evening of
confessions, he thought to himself. Hearing confessions was usually pretty
boring, but sometimes it could be one of the best perks of the priestly
life. Usually it was the same same old. Most people didn't want to
actually confess the things they'd really done. Most of them instead did
sort of a mental plea-bargaining. Confessing to some lesser sin so they
didn't have to try to get an innocent verdict on being sinless. There had
been a lot of "impure thoughts" confessions tonight, and he wondered what
sins they were concealing. The new england parish was affluent, and mostly
older. Fleiger's experiences with people of money led him to believe that
a great many sins were going unconfessed indeed.
The priest's not-so deep thoughts about the nature of the confessional
were interrupted by the sound of a person entering the booth opposite him.
The screen in the booth concealed this new person's identity, and
Fleiger briefly wondered what moral misdemeanor he was about to hear
confessed, and by who.
"Bless me father, for I have sinned." Said a female voice, tinged
with an accent.
"When was your last confession?"
"It's been a long time. Over two years ago father."
He finally placed the voice and accent in his mind. In the normally all
white parish a hispanic woman had started attending mass. She stood
out, not just for her race, but also for her appearance. She was
beautiful, and dressed somewhat, ahem, less conservatively than the parish
and community was used to. When he'd last seen her at mass he'd been hard
pressed not to gawk at the amazing size of her ample bosom, and the
beautiful exaggerated hourglass shape of her body. It wasn't until they
were only a few feet apart that he'd realized just how much taller than him
she was. His 5'6" was dwarfed by her, she was easily 6' tall. She was
unusual and interesting, and probably the subject of more gossip than she
knew. More than one parishioner had asked him about her, but he only knew
that she was attending a nearby private of the rich.
"Why has it been so long, my child?"
"Well, I've been very bad. Very very bad. So bad that I've been
avoiding confession."
"Our lord is merciful and forgiving child, confess and be forgiven."
"Well father, you have to understand. find me very....attractive.
They always have, some women as well. Even though I'm smart it's hard to
get to take me seriously. Sometimes it makes me so mad."
"Go on."
"Well, two years ago I found out that I was turned on
by...........dominating men."
Fleiger was amused by the way she said it as if it would shock
him. He'd heard lots of leather and whip over the years, not to
mention many things stranger as well.
"How do you mean child?" He asked, hoping to at least draw a few
titillating tidbits from this confession.
"Well, I'm a pretty big girl. And I work out all the time to stay in
shape. So it's not that hard. When I get in the mood, I can't help it. I
just *have* to do it. I find a alone somewhere and I force him to
please me with his mouth. I rape them."
The priest was certain she would find a lot of happy to be 'forced'
to please her. She called it rape, but he smiled at the thought of that.
Men would be falling all over themselves to be 'raped' by her.
"How exactly do you rape them?"
"Usually I wear them down with my legs. My legs are really strong. I
get my legs around them and squeeze them until they're too weak to fight.
Then I smother them with my breasts, or more often, I just sit on their
faces until they're totally helpless."
He was getting a little aroused in spite of himself, listening to her
tale. It had to be just that though, a she'd made up. She couldn't
really beat up like she'd said, he was sure of it. He was about to
admonish her for lying when she continued.
"The funny thing is that after I've smothered them, and made them lick
me, a lot of them admit that they like serving me. Others need a little
photography and blackmail before they realize that they should be my
slaves. The who pays my way at the Harris is one of them. My roommate
in the dormitories drops to her knees and sucks my whenever I want,
and her serves me now as well. The last two I did were both
professors. One man, and one woman. Now they both beg to be my slaves.
They all give me all their money, and they wait on me like servants
whenever I want. I know it's wrong to just use people like this, but I
can't help myself. It just feels so good to be in control. To take what I
want from people." She said, and he could hear her moving around some
across from him.
"Are you being truthful with me my child?" The priest asked, letting her
hear his disbelief.
"Yes! I get men, and sometimes women, alone and then I make them eat
me. Like an attractive working alone at night..........there's nobody
left in the church but you and I and my roommate, father. And confessional
hours have been over for ten minutes. I've seen how you've looked at me
during mass. Well, I'm almost naked now. Why don't you come out and have
a look?" She said, and then he heard her stand up and open her door.
Fleiger wasn't going to be intimidated by some woman.
Switching off the 'occupied' light, he stood and opened his door. True to
her word she was standing outside the booth wearing only her white bra and
panties. He was briefly entranced by the sight of her dark skin
contrasting with her white undergarments. By her huge bosom, only barely
restrained by the large white cups of cloth. But he shook off his
attraction for her, angry with her nerve. To bare her skin in the church
like this was awful in and of itself. But it would be personally awful for
him and his career if anyone found about it. Behind her, he saw a small
blonde woman locking the outer doors to the church!
"Young lady, put on your clothes at once." He told her forcefully.
"Nope, I won't do it. Are you going to make me?" She answered as she
approached him.
"How many 'hail mary's' and 'our father's' will I get for raping a
priest?"
"You're not raping anyone. Now get dressed and get out!"
"What's wrong little man, are you scared?" She asked him, edging closer
to his position at the open door of the confessional.
The priest found himself suddenly facing this scantily clad, much
larger, girl. He was caught by surprise as she suddenly pushed him
back into the tight little confessional box. She grabbed his arms and
forced him down into the bench.
"Let go of me!"
He was enraged at the ease with which she was able to push him down.
This was holding him by the wrists more like he was a child than a
thirty-seven year man. He struggled with all his might, with no luck,
as she sat down on his lap and pinned his arms back to the wall of the
booth. She smiled down at him as he found himself facing her bulging
chest. There was a flash of light, and he realized that the little
had just taken a picture! Now he was in a with this latina
bombshell half naked on his lap!
"Smile for the camera. You're special. You'll be my first priest. Now
it's time for you to get a better look at my own two 'miracles' here." She
laughed, leaning forward and covering his face with her mammoth breasts.
Fleiger found himself smothering in as she jammed his face down
into her canyon-like cleavage. The two giant mounds molded around his face
like two soft warm pillows pushed hard against him. He struggled to twist
his head free, but with her torso pushing him back hard against the dark
wood of the confessional he was unable to break free. It was humiliating,
the ease with which she held him pinned there.
"You know, you're the easiest one yet! I think I could do you with just
my tits!" She exclaimed above him as he smothered in her warm flesh.
The priest tried with all his strength to pull his arms from her grasp,
or push her up off of him, but it was useless. He was being suffocated by
a woman little more than half his age, and he couldn't seem to do anything
to stop her. And all the while the other was photographing the whole
humiliating thing.
"God is this making me hot. I should have done a priest a long time
ago!"
She pulled her chest back off of his face and let him catch a few quick
breaths before mashing her big back in his face again. She dropped
his weakening arms and now used both hands to mold her huge around his
face. Fleiger found that his free hands were useless as he tried to push
her away. He was just too weak.
"I think you'll really enjoy what's coming up. I'm going to ass-smother
you until you're completely helpless. And then you're going to eat my wet
pussy until I on your face. Brenda will take pictures of the whole
thing so we can all remember this. How's that sound for an evening's
entertainment?" He listened helplessly to her laughing above him.
Fleiger couldn't even try to figure out what was going on. He was
nearing blacking out as she held him there for a long time, her huge
mashed in his face. Finally he could breathe again as she pulled back up
and off of him. He gagged and coughed for breath as she pulled him off the
wooden bench and onto the floor. Throwing his limp body around like a
doll, she placed him so that he was sitting on the floor with his back to
the bench. He couldn't fight her as she grabbed his wrists again and
turned around. He could only watch in horror as she squatted down and
pushed his head back flat on the seat of the bench with her pantied rear!
Now his head was between her and the bench as she sat her pantied rump on
his face! He saw the strobe of the camera's flash just before the hispanic
beauty's ass covered his face.
"Put down the and suck on my for a while." Fleiger heard the
woman smothering him tell her companion.
The and slurping noises he heard were evidence of the quickness
with which the obeyed.
"Ooooh......Uhmmmmmmm! I like this. Suck harder you little slut!" He
heard, still totally unable to catch a breath under her.
Fleiger lay helpless under the beautiful latina goddess's ass
until she finally allowed him another breath of life-giving air. He was
terrified, completely terrified, as she sat back down on his face. He felt
her pulling the crotch of her underwear aside, and then he could feel her
coarse pubic hair on his mouth and chin.
"Eat it slut!" Flieger heard the order given above him.
He could feel the working as she began licking at his
tormentor's bared sex. Her slurping filled his ears while the perfect ass
on his face continued to wear him down. It went on like that for a while,
his whole world this dominant girl's ass, as she enjoyed the tongue of her
little white slave. He lost even the ability to think between
gasping breaths, her assault having worn him down to the point of collapse.
When she finally pushed the little away and turned around to face
him, he was beyond even trying to resist her. The priest was vaguely aware
of the little still snapping pictures, as the hispanic removed
her underwear and squatted down over his face. She was gloriously
beautiful, he found himself thinking, even as she lowered her swollen wet
mound onto his face. Beautiful and evil. Fleiger could smell her arousal
on his face as she now smothered him with her most private parts.
"Come on father, lick it. Lick it or smother in it!" She told him.
He was a proud man, but he needed air *so* badly. His lungs burned and
his heart pounded as he finally gave in and slipped his tongue upward into
her hot wetness. She laughed, glorying in her total domination of him, but
he was beyond embarrassment now. His only thoughts went to survival, as he
tried desperately to make her happy so that she'd let him breathe. When
she lifted up to let him breathe, he continued to tongue at her wet opening
between his desperate breaths. The flash of the blinded him again
as his tongue stretched up to caress the hairy mound above him. She sat
back down on his face, and her became his only focus. He worshiped
at her wet altar, slurping down her delicious juices with abandon as he
sought approval and breath. The cycle of breathe, lick, breathe, lick
continued until finally she sat shuddering down on his face as she came.
The priest was now literally smothering in as she sat there enjoying
her prize, his safety not even a concern for this powerful woman. Like a
robot he continued to slurp, continued to try to please her, even as he
approached unconsciousness. When she climbed off of his face, he was
barely breathing.
Fleiger was barely aware of his surrounding as the beautiful
woman pulled him back up onto the bench seat. She positioned his head, and
then he felt her pulling his robes up.
"Get on your knees and take him into your mouth." The priest heard the
hispanic tell her companion.
The didn't hesitate at all, she just knelt down and then he
felt her mouth touching his penis. He knew that bad things were happening,
but all her could do was gasp for breath. He was too weak even to fight it
when she placed his hands on the blonde's head. He saw the flashes of
light again, the flashes that he knew to be her taking the most damning
pictures.
"Shame on you father. Using a woman like this. Abusing her trust
for you. Shame shame." The latina woman said, laughing at his
plight.
His body defied his commands to fight against what was happening to him.
He was just too weak, too beaten, to stop it.
"Alright Brenda, that's enough." She ordered, and then the girl's
mouth left him.
"I think he's had enough excitement for one night." His tormentor said,
as she put on her clothing.
Moving in close to him, the hispanic beauty smiled as he cringed in
fear.
"You know what father? Making a priest eat my makes me really
hot. I'll be back so you can do it some more for me. Have a good evening."
She said, and then the two of them walked away.
Fleiger heard the door being unlocked, and then the sound of it closing
behind them. Still slumped in the confessional he slowly regained his
strength and his wits as he caught his breath. How on earth had this
happened to him? The was insane, powerful and crazy. And apparently
an expert at blackmail. As humiliated as he was by what she had done to
him, all he could think about were the pictures. Those pictures could ruin
him! He realized that he still didn't even know her name. She put him
completely at her mercy, used him like a toy for her amusement, and he
didn't even know her name. What was going to happen next, he wondered, as
he gathered enough strength to finally get up and leave the confessional.
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