Does it make an extra filthy girl for loving dirty stories like this? You’re a very bad influence YBG. Never stop.
There was a new seminarian working at St. Maria Goretti Academy, and he kinda reminded me of a young, more handsome Sean Penn. He was so beautiful, in an almost ethereal way—I wanted to be the first one to tempt him, to try his vows. Father Sean took over our religious studies class, and I looked forward to our daily sparring around theology. He knew Church history and dogma backwards and forwards, and was so sincere about his faith, I almost gave up my plan to defile him.
But you know me—I just had to have my way. All it took was two days of flashing him my waxed pussy and I got the attention—and detention—I wanted from him.
“Lani, you know that’s incredibly inappropriate. You could get expelled if I told Principal Sister Margaret.”
“But Father Sean, I know you wouldn’t tell her…would you?” I tried my innocent lamb look, but he wasn’t buying.
“You think you’re the only one who’s tried that with me? You think that I would throw away my calling for—for that?” He tried to look stern and celibate, but the growing bulge in his pants told me otherwise.
“For what, Father Sean? An afternoon of giving me what you know I so richly deserve for my terrible behavior?”
And with that I took my chance and leaned over the desk in front of him, spreading my legs wide so he could see my wet pussy and cute ass peeking out from underneath my little uniform skirt.
“Oh, that’s right, bad girl. You need to be taught a hard lesson!” he hissed.
I gripped the desk, waiting for the blow. But he tricked me, first just feeling my ass, stroking my skin, making me wetter, hotter, more relaxed…
And then he spanked me hard, over and over again. I was lost in the haze of stingy pain and pleasure, the impact of his ringing swats flowing through my body, making me rub my clit harder and harder into the desk. I needed to cum so bad.
“Please, Father Sean! Please—” I whined.
I heard the sound of his belt and then his zipper, and before I could turn around, he had grabbed my hair hard and begun pushing his cock into my needy, streaming cunt.
“This is what you needed, little girl? Is this what’s going to make you behave?”
And with that he thrust himself deep inside me, forcing me open, both of us groaning at that first delicious stroke. It was so sweet and so nasty, the way he gripped my hair, the way he fucked me, pistoning in and out, whispering dirty, terrible things in my ear, all the while smacking my smarting red ass with his belt.
I was practically seeing stars when he hissed, “Cum for me, dirty girl!” as his fingers found my hard clit and pinched.
I tried not to scream as I came over and over on that gorgeous cock, all over those knowing fingers, dragging him over the edge with me, thrilling to the sound of Father’s Sean’s sighing my name.
And all I could think about was how I could make this happen all over again…
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box
Dear ex,
Dear person I hate,
Dear boy I like,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear Santa,
Dear future me,do it ok c:
(Source: willowtreewillowbreeze)