Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  And that’s exactly why I’m alone right now.

  That’s also what I need—to be alone. Ever since I got here I’ve been making mistake after mistake. How could I have let things progress to such a state? I’ve fucked Clarise in a chapel and in a church. How can I even call myself a man of God? I’ve crossed a line and, more than anything else, I’m disappointed with myself.

  This is why I’m confessing; I’ve spent three months repressing all these feelings, but I just can’t do it anymore. No, these feelings are gripping my heart so tightly that I can’t even think straight. I had to let it all out, even if the only way to do it was to confess to an empty wall.

  I thought I was stronger… I thought I was the kind of man to whom temptation meant nothing. But, of course, I had never met a woman like Clarise. How was I even supposed to resist her advances? I might be a spiritual guy, but I sure as hell am not holy.

  To make matters worse, I know that all I need to do is look into Clarise’s eyes for her to come after me. And, from there, it’s only a matter of time until I pin her against the wall and rip the clothes off her body. Her delicious, sweet, body. Everything in her seems to have been designed by God’s hand itself—her perky breasts, her rosy nipples, the delicious mound between her thighs… Just thinking of that is enough to make me rock hard.

  Jesus, I’m so lost that I --

  I stop thinking when I see a shadow moving on the other side of the confessionary. There’s a wooden panel separating the confessee from the confessor, and so I can’t see who has just sat down on the other side; all is can see is … her shadow.

  "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned," I hear Clarise’s voice coming from the other side, and my heart jumps inside my chest so hard that I can almost feel it beating in my throat.

  "Clarise, what are you doing?" I hiss, raising my head and looking straight at the panel separating us.

  "What does it look like? Confessing my sins, of course," she whispers, and the sweet sound of her voice makes me run my tongue between my lips with anticipation.

  "I’m not a priest, Clarise, I can’t --"

  "You don’t need to be a priest. God will forgive me, or not. All I want is for someone to hear my confession," she continues and, even though I know it must be a trap, I simply can’t make my body respond to the frightened commands of my brain. As such, I keep my knees on the padded support underneath me, swallowing hard as I feel a feverish warmness taking over my body.

  "Confess then," I find myself saying, straining to get the words out.

  "I’ve met a man…" she starts, her words coming out more like a purr than a whisper. "And I’ve sinned with that man. I’ve offered him my body and he took it…"

  "You shouldn’t have done it," I tell her, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. I’m not sure what kind of game we’re playing right now, but one thing I know: it’s not going to end well.

  "But I wanted to… My mind wanted it, my body wanted it. And, even though he said he didn’t want it, he did." Even though I can’t see her face right now, I can tell that there’s a grin on her face. She’s enjoying this. She knows that she’s teasing me, and she’s enjoying every single second of it.

  "How did you know he wanted it?"

  "Because… A man might be able to lie with his mouth, but he can’t lie with his cock." The word cock feels so out of place in the chapel that I almost wince at the sound of it; but, at the same time, I feel warm blood rushing down between my thighs, making my cock twitch inside my boxer briefs.

  "And that cock…" she continues, "oh, I’ve sinned in all manners with it. I’ve had it in my mouth, I’ve had it in my pussy… and every time I did it, I felt more alive than I've ever felt. I can’t think of anything else, Father. I dream of it every night, and I ache for that man to be by my side when I wake up."

  My cock has already graduated from twitching, now it’s hardening with each and every word that comes out of Clarise’s mouth. It strains hard against my pants and, if she doesn’t shut up real quick, it might rip its way out.

  "You should try to let go of all that," I tell her, but deep down I don’t want her to listen to me. No, I want her to keep chasing and lusting after me… And I want to think of her waking up in her bed, her pussy so wet that her panties stick to her body.

  "What if I can’t let go?" she asks me and by now my cock is already as hard as concrete. I can’t even think straight.

  Clarise’s right; a man might lie with his words, but he can’t do it with his cock. And, right now, my cock is being as truthful as it has ever been.

  "If you can’t let go … you’ll have to pay your penance."

  Clarise

  "And what’s my penance going to be?" I ask him through the wooden panel, and I can almost feel him grin.

  "Why don’t you come here and find out?" he whispers and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’ve already gone up to my feet. Feeling dizzy and out of myself, I let my feet carry me to the other side of the confessionary.

  Connor’s already standing up when I get there, and he moves so fast that all I see is a blur. Grabbing me hard, he then pushes me and presses me back against the wall. Grabbing my arms, he forces me to raise them over my head and pins them there; leaning into me, he crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me in sweet abandonment.

  "You’ll be my fucking ruin," he breathes out, slowly pulling his lips out from mine.

  "Only if you let me be yours," I shoot right back at him, desire welling up inside my chest and making my heart beat anxiously.

  Gritting his teeth while he looks into my eyes, he finally lets go of my arms and takes one step back. "Take off your dress," he tells me firmly, the commanding tone of his voice sending a shiver up my spine.

  "Is this my penance…? To obey? To be used?" I tease him, but he doesn’t even crack a smile.

  "Do what I tell you to," he commands me, and I have no other option but to do it. Obediently, I take my fingers to my shoulders and start pulling down the straps of my dress, letting them slide down my arms. I keep on tugging at my dress until it’s all bunched up around my waist, and then I sway my hips from side to side, allowing the fabric to slide down my arms and pool around my ankles.

  Wearing only my black lace bra and thong, I suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed. But maybe that’s because he isn’t the only one looking at me right now; we’re in God’s home, and that means there’s no privacy from holy eyes inside these walls. And, Jesus, that just makes me feel so fucking dirty.

  "Turn around," Connor continues, and my body responds almost immediately. I turn on my heels, my back turned to him; one second later, I feel his fingers on me and I wince. His fingers are cold but, at the same time, they seem to spread a vicious heat all over my skin.

  Reaching for the strap of my bra, he releases it carefully, pushing the straps down my arms and allowing it to fall down to the floor. I bite on my lower lip then, feeling the cold air of the chapel caressing my hard nipples.

  "Your thong… Take it off."

  Once more, my body starts obeying his command, but this time he doesn’t let me go through with it.

  "No. Stop. I’ll do it myself," Connor tells me sharply, his words feeling like a whip. His hands move down the side of my body, and he rests them on my waist; reacting by instinct, I place both my hands on the wall in front of me, and that’s when Connor goes down to his knees.

  Hooking his fingers on my thong, he starts pulling it down my legs, and my skin prickles as I feel the wet fabric leaving my skin. Lifting one foot after the other, I fling the thong to a corner of the confessionary and then close my eyes. The moment I do that, Connor attacks me savagely, an unbridled hunger dominating every single movement of his.

  He has his hands on my ass cheeks and, reacting unconsciously, I jut my ass back at him. Diving mouth-first into me, he presses his lips against my wet folds, sucking them into his mouth while he runs the tip of his tongue up and down their length. He does it hard enough for moans to start tu
mbling out of my lips, the ferocity of his mouth on my pussy driving me completely insane.

  Seriously, could he be any more perfect? Not only does he know how to fuck like a God, he also seems to know how to eat out a woman in an almost supernatural way.

  Grabbing me by the waist again, he forces me to turn around; I do it willingly, press my back against the wall, and I raise one leg by instinct and place it over his left shoulder. He dives into me once again, tilting his head sideways and taking my inner lips into his mouth, scooping up my creamy fluids with his tongue.

  "You’re the most delicious thing in the universe," he tells me suddenly, pulling his head back from my pussy and looking up at me. I smile at him as a reply, my heart beating fast as I notice his chin glistening from my fluids.

  "Then keep going," I whisper, and I don’t need to tell him a word more. He crushes his mouth against my pussy almost too violently, and I succumb to the punishment his lips and tongue are unleashing upon my body. To make everything so much better, he presses one forearm over my waist and lets his fingers fall down to my clit; pressing down on it, he starts stroking while he sucks and licks.

  "Oh, God," I moan, my quivering voice exploding in the silence of the deserted chapel like thunder. Arching my back, I rest my hands on his head and tangle my fingers in his hair; I start yanking on it, harder with each passing second, and the next thing I know I’m dangling over a cliff of pleasure.

  And do you know what’s the right thing to do when you’re that close to pleasure’s cliff? You close your eyes and you jump. And that’s exactly what I do.

  "OH GOD!" I scream at the top of my lungs, an electrical storm raging inside my skull and electrifying every single thought floating inside my head. I don’t even know how much time I spend screaming; all I know is that by the time the orgasm washes over me, my throat is so sore that, instead of moaning, all I can do is croak feebly.

  "You liked that?" he asks me softly, pulling back from me and taking my leg off of his shoulder.

  "Liked it?" I pant. "I loved it!"

  With that, I offer him one wicked grin and bend over; grabbing him by his shirt, I pull him up to his feet and crush my mouth against his before he can react. Our tongues fight one another for an eternity and, as we kiss, I let my hands fall down from his chest to his belt. Unbuckling it as fast as I can, the metallic jingle of the buckle echoing throughout the empty chapel, I then push on his zipper and send his pants down to his ankles.

  "On your knees. It’s time for you to pay for your sins," he tells me sternly, even though there’s a delicious grin on his lips. Pulling back from him, I then fall down to my knees. He kicks off his shoes fast, stepping out of his pants equality fast, and then he starts to work on his shirt. The moment he pushes his shirt down his arms, revealing his ripped abs, I just lose it and reach for his boxer briefs. I tug them down hard, forcing his cock to spring free, and then I have to hold my breath for a second as I marvel at the sight of his naked body. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I see him naked; it’s always amazing.

  Biting on my lower lip, I flatten the palm of my hand over his hard cock, my heart beating so fast I feel lightheaded. God, I need him in my mouth right now.

  "I didn’t know that penance could be this good," I whisper, grabbing him tightly and leaning into his cock, my eyes never leaving his. I see pre-cum glistening on his tip, but I close my eyes as I reach for it; using my tongue, I allow his salty flavor to hit me at once. It coats my tongue in an instant and it travels all the way up to my brain, making me burn with desire and lust.

  Unable to restrain myself, I roll my lips down his shaft, feeling it brush against the inside of my cheeks as it goes down. I keep on doing it until my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock, the tip of it pressed against the back of my throat, and I hold my position there. I keep his whole cock inside of my mouth until I can no longer do it, and only then do I roll my lips back up his shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around his tip.

  Then, tilting my head suddenly, I run both my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when they meet his huge balls. Looking up at him as I do it, I part my lips and suck one of his balls in. It’s large and heavy, and I can’t help but shudder as I imagine the amount of cum he must be holding inside of him. God, I can’t wait for him to cover me from head to toe in his seed … and judging by the way his cock’s throbbing right now, I think he feels exactly the same.

  I lap with my tongue at his balls and then I move to the next one, repeating my motion. Pulling back, I open my mouth as wide as I can and, cupping both his balls with one hand, I suck them both inside of my mouth. They fill me up in a way that I didn’t even know to be possible and, when I finally let them out, my jaw feels as if it’s on fire. I go back to the tip of his cock then, my lips and tongue tracing an upward line over his shaft, and I fit the tip of his cock in my mouth once more.

  I close my eyes as he rests his fingers on my head, grabbing me by the hair, and I surrender to the wickedness that has taken over me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and devour his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh seem to fill the whole chapel.

  Sucking on him as hard as I can, I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at the same time. I keep on doing it until I feel a slight spasm running through his cock, and I would’ve kept on doing it if he didn’t stop me.

  "Fuck," he groans, looking down at me as if he’s in a trance. "Enough of your mouth… I want to fuck that pussy of yours."

  "Your wish is my command," I whisper, slowly going up to my feet. Locking my eyes on his, I place both my hands on his chest and push him back, forcing him down onto the small seat that lines the inner wall of the confessionary. I really have to thank whoever decided to set up such a large confessionary in here; one of the smallest ones wouldn’t have been as fun.

  The moment he sits down, I don’t wait; I climb on top of him, opening my legs and straddling him. I sigh heavily as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them eagerly, and then he runs his hands down the side of my body. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me down with one sudden movement. I let myself go, moaning hard as I feel his cock pushing its way past my wet folds and burying itself deep inside my aching pussy.

  "So… fucking… tight… Oh, this pussy will definitely be the end of me," he says, taking one hand up to my hair and yanking on it. I smile as he does it, burying my fingernails in his chest as hard as I can, swaying my hips at the same time.

  "It’ll only be the end if you want it to be… It can be the start, you know?" I tease him, my brain working hard to form a coherent sentence.

  "You’re the fucking devil, Clarise" he replies, grabbing me by the hips and pushing me down. He does it so harshly that I have to stop the swaying movement of my hips; he’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not that I care; all I want right now is to submit to my confessor.

  As he pushes me down, he thrusts upward with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. Even if we weren’t inside a chapel, I’m screaming so loud that God and all the saints surely can hear me up in heaven.

  Slapping my ass as he keeps on thrusting, Connor ravages my pussy mercilessly. "I’m fucking you hard… so that you can repent hard," he exhales sharply, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. With his hands no longer on my hips, I go back to swaying my hips, riding him as hard as I can. I can already feel locks of hair plastering themselves to my forehead, sweat running down my face, but that only makes me go even harder.

  "You’ve gotta give me your best shot then… I don’t want to be a sinner all my life," I grin, rocking my hips so hard that I feel my bones rattling deep inside my body.

  "If that’s what you want," he responds, thrusting so hard that I see fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as m
y whole body starts to tense up, Connor’s thrusts making my very soul feel as if it’s being boiled.

  "OH GOD," I scream, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Leaning into him, I feel my hair cascading down my shoulders as I shut my eyes; I place both my hands into his chest and I dig my fingernails into his skin again, clawing at his hard pectorals like a mad woman. "OH GOD!" I shout again, a violent seizure taking over my body, pleasure raging through my veins and completely demolishing every single one of my nerve endings.

  But Connor isn’t done yet.

  Pushing me back, he forces me to get up; the moment I’m up on my feet, his hands go back to my waist and he forces me to turn around. With my back now turned to him, he reels me in again and I sit on his lap, feeling his cock throb against my inner thighs. I take my hand there and, grabbing his shaft, I guide it home.

  Lowering myself as fast and hard as I can, I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as his cock pierces me once more, his thickness fighting against my pussy walls. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks me: I doubt my pussy will ever grow accustomed to having something so massive inside of it. And no, I’m not complaining; far from it, actually.

  "Yes… Yes…" I repeat over and over again, jumping up and down on his cock as I squeeze my own breasts. I move in a flowing motion and, even though the muscles in my legs are already burning with the effort, I just grit my teeth and push through the pain. I can’t even start to explain how amazing it feels to ride him this way… Oh, if only this moment in time could be frozen for all eternity. Ah, I wouldn’t mind having his cock buried inside my pussy for the rest of my life, that much is for sure.

  One of my hands falls from my breast and I let my fingertips brush over my skin in a straight line, my clit pulsing as I press two fingers over it. Rubbing it while I keep on swaying my hips, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs repeatedly, I throw my head back and close my eyes.

  I open my mouth to say something, but the pleasure I’m feeling is so intense that all I manage is another feeble croak of ecstasy. Even that makes my throat feel as if it’s on fire, all of it sore from all the moaning and screaming I’ve been doing. Usually, when one is confessing, whispering is in order, but between you and I, to moan and scream my confession is so much more fun.