Honey's Hot Confessions. 4: Schooled in the Sauna

By Ariel Bruhl

After seducing Father Reilly in the privacy of his office, Honey Hanson is back for more, this time detailing her exploits in a sauna. But as she arrives at church, ready to give her steamy account (in more ways than one) of her tryst with three of her old teachers, she's confronted not by one, by two priests. In an attempt to deflect Honey's seductive charms Father Reilly has enlisted the help of young Father Matthias. But will the older priest be successful? Or will Father Matthias be subject to another one of Honey’s astonishingly hot confessions? Illicit. Explicit. 18+ only

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Bruhl
• Release date: Jun 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005014483

Ariel Bruhl

Hi! I’m Ariel Bruhl, Your Naughty Neighborhood Smut Writer with Tales to Excite & Provoke.I Hope You'll Enjoy All The Filthy Fantasies I Have on Offer Here.But Have a Care!Everything I Scribble is Definitely 18+, NSFW, & Designed to Get You Hot Under the Collar From the Start!

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"I really love coming here to confess, Father," I said leaning back against him as I looked down at Father Reilly’s cock between my legs, leaking the last dregs of his come. My pussy was leaking too, dripping semen around his balls as I lifted myself slightly, my feet still balanced on Father Reilly’s thighs.

Lord have mercy on my eternal soul… came the despairing reply behind me. I can’t believe how weak I am.

Don’t worry, Father. I seem to have that effect on people. And I sat back down on his stomach before swinging my legs around and sliding onto the floor, leaving a creamy trail behind me. Turning around, I then moved between his legs, dropped to my knees, and took his cock in my hand.

Father Reilly looked at me in amazement. "Now what are you doing?"

What does it look like, Father? I said. I can’t leave you in such a mess. Then I opened my mouth and sunk my lips over his come-coated dick, sucking up the cooling semen, milking his shaft at the same time, swallowing whatever welled from the tip. It was thick and salty and delicious, I thought, before I ran my tongue down to his balls where a little gelatinous pool had collected. This I lapped up eagerly as I lifted my eyes up to see Father Reilly’s reaction. He stared down at me in shock. Although, he wasn’t so horrified that he could prevent that fat length from stiffening again.

Why Father! You look like you’re ready for some more…

Father Reilly grunted, inhaling through his nose. He even looked like he was considering the idea of me sucking him off again, when a sound caught his attention and he suddenly lifted his head toward the window.

Good Lord! He exclaimed. Voices!

He was right. I could hear them too: the muffled sound of chattering approaching outside.

Quick! Father Reilly cried, and he pushed the chair back so that his cock was pulled out of my hand. Then he snatched hold of his cassock that was still folded on the back of his chair, and hurriedly began to pull it on. I sighed, licking a glob of come off the back of my hand, and pushed to my feet, deftly buttoning up my shirt