Sister Barbary Confesses

Sister Barbary steps into the confession booth. Guilt eats at her. She’s been picturing the other clergy in every filthy position she can dream up, and tonight she’s here to spill every detail. The words pour out, hot and raw. Then she hears it, the wet, steady stroke of a hand working in the dark on the other side. She yanks the priest out of his seat by the collar. No more hiding. She strips his pants, cages his cock, and locks it tight. He swells against the steel, trapped and already aching. Over her lap he goes, bare ass in the air. She brings her palm down, hard, again and again, until the skin burns red. The heavy Bible follows, striking with each word of rebuke. He grits his teeth. His beard scrapes her thigh. She’s soaked now, breath quick, heat crawling up her spine. She strips, drops her habit, and takes out the wand she’d confessed about. She switches it on, presses it to her clit, and moans loud while the caged priest watches, helpless. When she’s close she kicks the Bible toward him. "Show me," she orders. He frees himself from the cage the second she unlocks it, fists his cock over the open pages, and spills across the holy script while she comes beside him.