Take Me To Church

Disclaimer!!!!! This story talks about religion, and sexual acts being committed in a church setting with a pastor. If this offends you, please do not read any further! I just watch the show "Fleabag" and thought that this would be a cool fantasy to write about!

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18! Remember, no judgement and consent is key!!

"Come on Emily! We have to go." Judy yelled out as she stood by the front door. I sighed before groaning and walking down the stairs.

"Why do we have to go to church? I'm not even religious!" I cried out. She grabbed me by my arm and pulled me out of the door. The sun was hot and the long sleeve dress she forced me to wear was causing me to sweat. I told her that I'm sweating a ton and showed her the sweat stains and she told me I could change into another dress, but one that was appropriate to wear in church. I grinned to myself as I walked back into the house, up the stairs, and picked out another dress.

I quickly cleaned myself up, put on extra amounts of deodorant and slipped on the dress, it was a short, fitted dress, that hugged every curve of my body and showed all of my good spots off. It hugged my waist and made me feel sexy, even though I shouldn't feel sexy going to church.

I put on my heels by the door and quickly walked outside.

"Em, this isn't a dress you should be wearing to church! Pastor James and my parents will say something!" Judy yelled out to me, just as I was about to say something her mother called asking where she was, she groaned after she hung up the phone and motioned for me to get into the car.

I had a silent victory and couldn't help but smile as we pulled out of the driveway and made our way to church.

I haven't been to one since I was around the age of 13, nothing made me want to go, I didn't care about God or what Jesus did. Nothing spoke to me.

We pulled into the church parking lot and let out a sigh before turning to Judy. "Why do you even want me here? You know I don't do things like this." I said.

"I know you don't, but I wanted you to be involved in this part of my life as well. You're my best friend and if I get married to Ryan, I want you to be my maid of honour, and that requires you coming to church with me." She said with a laugh. She had been dating this guy named Ryan for years, and she's head over heel for him. She is already planning their wedding even though she has no ring on her finger. I like her ambition though.

We got out of the car and walked towards the entrance, I could feel eyes on me, and I got excited, I loved being the rebellious one. We sat beside her parents who looked at me up and down before asking if there wasn't anything else that I could wear. Her parents are like my parents, they took me in on nights when my house was a wreck, they fed me, clothed me, and was always there for me. If you were to see them outside of church, you'd never know they were religious, but once they step foot inside of a church, all they can talk about is God.

"Emily, we arranged that you do a confession with the pastor afterwards, okay?" Judy's mom said. I couldn't object as the service was just about to begin. I kept my head down until I felt Judy nudge me slightly. I looked up and saw the sexiest man ever, I almost began to drool.

All throughout the service I couldn't take my eyes off of him, when the service was done Judy pulled on my arm for us to leave. We walked outside into the hall, and I waited as Judy was talking to some of the people there. I began to wander and walk around. Curious to see what was there.

"Are you lost?" I heard a voice ask me; I turned around to see the voice was the pastor. "I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new to the church?" he asked. I found it hard to find my own voice.

"Oh, um, no I'm not lost. I was just wandering around. I'm not a member of this church, I'm not much of a "church girl", but I was brought here by Judy and her parents" I muttered out.

I heard him chuckle, "Was my service not good enough for you to return? Also, are you Emily? I think we have a confession arranged." He asked with a grin on his face

"I am Emily, not going to lie, I was kind of hoping to get out of this confession." I said with a slight laugh.

"You're not getting out of it, come on. Let's go." He said before leading the way to his office. Once we got in there he pointed to a chair and told me to sit while he got the confession booth set up. I texted Judy to let her know where I was and what I was doing. She said that she would wait in the parking lot for me and then scolded me for wearing the dress I was wearing. When everything was ready, he told me to come, and I sat down inside of the booth. Inside had this little sign that told me what to say. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been [however many days/months/years] since my last confession."

I cleared my throat before saying, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 10 years since my last confession."

He told me that God will forgive me, yada, yada, yada. And then told me to tell him all of my sins.

I laughed slightly as I couldn't think of anything, "Uh, I guess one thing that most people consider a sin is that I have sex and I'm not married."

I heard him clear his throat, "Tell me more about that." He said.

"Well, there isn't much to it, other than I like it when I'm having sex with someone. It makes me feel really good inside, I like being used and dominated and all of those things. I don't think it makes me a bad person, but other people do." I said

I told him a few other things and he told me to get on my knees, ask God for forgiveness and say the prayer, "Hail Mary, and Our Father" three times and that'll be all.

He left the booth, and I sat there waiting, I didn't say any prayer. I got out and walked to where his desk was.

"Take a seat." He told me, and I sat down. "How was it?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I don't feel any different."

He sighed and began rolling his sleeves up. My breath quickened and he revealed tattoos on his arms. I looked at them in a puzzling way, he noticed and answered the question in my head. "I got them before I became a pastor, I feel like I would've still gotten them despite being one." He paused for a moment before getting back to the confession. "So, you feel nothing at all? You don't feel better knowing that God has forgiven your sins?" he asked.

I shook my head, "I didn't think they were sins in the first place. Just like how you didn't think these tattoos were sins either." I said before changing the subject, "I have a few tattoos myself, but no one can see them with clothes on, unless the stuff I'm wearing is revealing." I muttered the end bit, in hopes he didn't hear it

"So, like what you're wearing right now?" he asked.

I looked down at my dress and looked back up at him. "I'm not wearing anything revealing!" I exclaimed. I stood up in such a haste that the chair almost fell back. "Is that why you wanted me to come to confession, Father? So, you can slut shame me without anyone hearing?" I scoffed.

He stood up along with me and looked at me deep in my eyes. I felt like he was trying to see into my soul, "May God forgive me for my sins." He whispered before looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Don't act like me saying that didn't turn you on." He said in a low deep voice.

I looked at him confused, I slowly walked backwards to the door, and he walked in front of me, I felt my back hit the door and he was hovering over me.

"You want me to show you just how good coming to church can be? Hmm princess?" He asked. I couldn't speak, I felt frozen. All of this had to be a dream, it wasn't real. "As soon as I saw you, sitting there, I knew that you'd need a good reminder of the benefits of coming to church." I could feel his hand caress my arm; it worked its way up until I felt his hand grip my throat. I closed my eyes, and I felt a hot breath near my ear, "You couldn't take your eyes off of me during the service, why are your eyes closed now?"

His grip got tighter, and my eyes opened as I softly gasped for air. He dragged me towards his desk and bent me over it.

"I think you just didn't get punished enough as a little girl, that's why you're so out of line." He said before pulling my dress up exposing my lace panties. "Who wears lace panties to church? Only those who hope to get fucked like the slut they are." He growled before spanking me and making me yell out in pain.

I was squirming and whimpering each time he spanked me, but I couldn't help but get soaking wet as his hand came down with force on my ass.

When he finished, I stood up straight and turned around before looking at him. He had the biggest smirk on his face. He stood up and whispered in my ear, "Who told you to get up?"

He pushed me slightly back until my ass hit his desk, I whimpered slightly in pain as my ass was sore from him spanking me over and over again.

"Bend over the desk." He demanded. I didn't listen to him at first, I just looked at him with a blank stare. "Don't make me repeat myself princess, bend over the desk." His voice changed and he sounded much more aggressive.

I turned around and bent over the desk and felt a slight breeze as he pulled my dress up again, I felt his hands softly rub my ass in little circles before pulling my panties down.

"Oh my, look at how wet you are. You love this, don't you?" he asked with a chuckle. I didn't answer, I just softly nodded my head. "Use your words princess." He said softly, "I'm going to ask again, you love this, don't you?" he asked once more.

"Yes, I do." I whispered out. I could feel my wetness drip out of me as I said that. I could feel his fingers run up and down my pussy and I couldn't help but jump slightly as I felt his fingers on me.

"Tell me how much you want my fingers in you." He said, I told him over and over again just how badly I wanted to feel his fingers be shoved inside of me, how badly I wanted him to make me cum. Just as I felt like this teasing was never-ending, he slipped two fingers inside of me. I gasped softly as he entered me. He began to finger fuck me and I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm but just as I was about to cum all over his fingers, he took them out.

"You're so wet, my little slut. Did you really think I was going to let you cum without permission? You need to learn obedience, that's why I'm here." He said before pulling on my hair so I could look at him.

"Get on your knees." He demanded, without hesitation I got up, turned around, and went on my knees. "Good girl!" he praised me. He unzipped his pants and looked down at me before smirking. I saw him take his cock out of his pants and I couldn't help but gasp a bit when I saw how thick he is. He began to stroke himself, before telling me to open my mouth. I hesitated slightly. "I don't think you can fit in my mouth." I whispered out.

"Well, if it can't fit, there's nothing wrong with forcing it to fit." He said. I opened my mouth and tried to take him all in, but it was no use, my mouth was just not big enough. He grabbed me by my hair and forced himself into my mouth, I began to gag but he did not let me go. After a bit he pulled my head back.

"You see, it can fit in your mouth. You got it nice and wet too." He chuckled slightly as he said that. He looked at me before demanding that I stood up and bent over the desk again. I listened. "How badly do you want me inside of you princess?" he asked

"Very badly! Please I need to feel you inside of me. Please, please, please." I cried out. I felt him run the tip of his cock up and down my pussy and I couldn't help but curse out. "Fuck me please!" I yelled out.

I felt him enter me slightly and I gasped as I felt his tip go in me. I pushed back onto him as I needed to feel him fully in me. He fully thrusted into me, and I cried out in both pleasure and pain.

I couldn't help but moan out loudly each time he thrusted into me, he grabbed my hair and pulled on it and began fucking me harder.

"You're a little fucktoy, aren't you?" he asked, in which I agreed with him over and over again. Along with thanking him for fucking me like the slut I am. I could feel my orgasm build and I felt myself start clenching around his cock.

"You want to cum, don't you princess?" he asked.

"Yes, I do!" I exclaimed. I begged him over and over again to let me cum before he finally said yes. I came all over his huge cock, and I thanked him once more.

He kept fucking me until he warned me that he too was going to cum.

"Please fill me up." I cried out.

I heard him groan as he came inside of me, I could feel him fill me up. I just knew it was going to be a hot, sticky mess when he pulled out.

Just as he stopped, I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. "I think this confession went well, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded and let out a sigh as he pulled himself out of me. I was still bent over this desk when I felt him pull my panties up and give me a soft tap on my ass. I got up, turned around, and fixed my dress.

"If you wear something like that in my church again, I promise that my handprint will be on your ass for a whole week. Understood?" he asked.

I looked at him with a smirk on my face, "I can't make any promises. Not like I'm a member here anyways, so I doubt I'll be back." I said as I walked towards the door.

He followed me and stopped me from opening the door, he looked down at me and whispered in my ear, "You are now, so I better see you here next week." He put his finger under my chin and lifted it up slightly, he gave me a soft kiss before backing away from the door.

I opened it and quickly walked out as I felt his cum leaking out of me, I knew exactly what I'd be wearing next week. I couldn't wait for church next week.