HOLY FUCK

“Jesus Christ,” I said, and he laughed.

“That is my name,” he said smiling.

I looked him up and down in awe.

“You don’t look like you’re pictures,” I said walking towards him.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his lap.

“I thought a modern look would suit me better.”

I couldn’t agree more. When literal Jesus Christ appeared in my house I was shocked. I didn’t even believe in God but now he was sitting in his hot glory in my bedroom. He was about six feet tall, short brown hair and blue eyes, chiseled and clean shaven jaw.

“You asked God for a good fuck. I’m here to answer your prayers darling,” he said and leaned forward catching my lips in a kiss.

Our kissing quickly turned heated and his hands began to wander. I ground down, rubbing my ass against his bulge.

He grabbed and squeezed making me break the kiss to moan. I began to take off my clothes and he did the same. When we were both nude I trailed my hands down his toned abs and got on my knees. He produced a rope out of thin air.

“Hold your hands together like you’re praying,” Jesus said with a smirk.

I did as he commanded and he bound my wrists together. I licked my lips as he pulled my head toward his godly erection. He shoved my head down making me gag on the enormous length. He held me in place by my hair as he fucked my mouth into oblivion. I was choking and crying. It felt so good. He came down my throat and pulled out. Then he picked me up and tossed me on the bed.

He grabbed lube, slicking himself up and thrusting in. He pounded into me in a missionary position. I couldn’t stop my moans and screams.

“Jesus. Fuck. Oh my God,” I yelled.

He leaned closer, flicking my nipples and whispering in my ear.

“I love when you scream my name baby.”

I came when he hit my spot dead on.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asked to free my wrists.

I nodded and sat up.

“Make me pay for my sins,” I said.

He produced a brown leather whip testing it on the ceiling a few times. Surprisingly it caused no damage but the crack was deafening.

“J-Jesus?” I bit my lip feeling hot all over and a mix excited and scared, “I have an affinity for whips. Not sure if you know.”

I could hear the smile in his tone and a shiver went up my spine.

“Oh I’m a very good girl. I know my scripture Lord,” he moaned, striking my back lightly with the tool.

The sting a mix between pain and pleasure.

“And as you’re savior I know.”

With each following word a blow was delivered to my back, butt, and backs of my thighs …

“Every,” crack, “Single,” crack, “Thing about you.” Crack, crack, crack.

One right after the other. I moaned and twitched on the bed. My eyes were watering. He’d barley raised the intensity but the quick repetition and crisscrossing marks built up. He dropped the whip crawling over top of me and stoked my hair, his cock heavy against my sore ass.

“So are you going to lie to me or are you going to behave lamb?” he whispered sliding it between my cheek as he tenderly stroked a hand down my side.

A little breathlessly I replied.

“I will be good sir.”

I felt his smile press against my shoulder and he pecked my cheek before getting up. He pulled my legs off the end of the bed gently setting them so I was kneeling with my front half still on it. He stood up rad rod straight in more ways than one and marched around me with a deadpan expression.

“Sit up and confess your sins my child.”

I blushed a little at the nickname and sat up so my arms were bent in front of me again and began.

“Sorry daddy, I’ve been naughty.”

His cock jumped like it was trying to reach the heavens. A bit of precum came out the tip and he growled grabbing a fistful of my hair and kissing me before pulling back and quickly getting behind me spreading my legs and pressing his tip against my hole.

“Confess,” his voice rumbled in my ear as I grew needier.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been uhm … a long time since my last confession.”

I gulped as he chuckled darkly.

“Today what are you being punished for baby?” his slightly rough voice asked.

His work calloused hand stroking the line of my jaw making me tremble a bit.

“Uhm … I haven’t been to confession since. To be honest I don’t know but it’s been years,” I answered a little nervously.

He hummed approvingly.

“Good answer. I’ll lighten what I would generally do because of your honesty.”

He brushed his hand down my side, soothing and a bit possessive.

“Good pet.”

The praise echoed pleasantly in my head until I felt him withdraw.

The feeling of the whip’s leather replacing it as he ran the tool over my body’s natural lines and curves.

“I’ll give you seven. One for every year you haven’t gone. Each will increase in intensity to represent the building of the weight of your sins. After each you’ll count aloud and repeat after me as I guide you through my prayer.”

I nodded giving a quick, “Sounds fair.”

He gave me a second to prepare and then

The first blow wasn’t too hard. The snap sound my adrenaline and hurt my ears a bit.

Not as much as the leftover sting as I said, “One.”

And copied him, “My daddy who art before me hallowed be thy name. They love doth come, by dick be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give me this day my daily nut and forgive me my bratting, as I forgive those who have bratted against me. Lead me not into temptation but deliver me from naughtiness amen.”

My cheeks grew hot from saying such perverted versions of the holy prayers I grew up with.

“Two.”

We repeated the prayer. Lines of hot tingling crisscrossed over each other.

“Three.”

Doing my best to listen and say what he was saying as my mind began to lack focus.

“Hail you, fill me with grace. The lord is with me. Blessed art I among all people and blessed is the fruit of my hole by Jesus.”

The space between each lash giving it time to settle in before the next comes down with a firmer crack.

“Four.”

A cool hand brushed over the curve of my spine alighting the marks that had begun to form.

“Remember why you are being punished pet.”

I bobbed my head, my body feeling heavier and more relaxed by the second.

“I haven’t gone to confession in years.”

“Mhm.”

He moves his hand away before, “Five … ahh” I say as the force of that one taking me by surprise.

“Holy me, lover of God, moan for the sinners now and at the hour of their climax amen.”

“Six … ssuhh,” I hissed my weight fully being supported by the plush bed beneath me.

The words I said a second time creating a brewing feeling in my lower abdomen.

“Seven … ngaaa,” I yelped as he whipped me forcefully.

My ears were ringing. I hadn’t realized he was calling me until my chin was lifted gently.

“You with me my dear lamb?” he asked a tinge of concern in his voice.

“Mmm,” I hummed and half nodded due to my head feeling twenty times heavier.

“You ready to pray or do you need a break love?”

I did my best to shake my head.

“I’m ready daddy.”

There was an audible smile as he spoke.

“Glory be to the Father, the Daddy, and the holy lust. As it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, pleasure without end amen.”

xxxxx

My hands are searching for you. The blindfold keeps me in darkness. I know you can sense what I’m thinking. My arms are outstretched towards you, based on where the sounds are coming from.

The smooth bed sheets feel nice under me as I search, but I long to feel you on my fingertips. The rule against me speaking sticks in mind, as my tongue dances behind my lips for you. There’s a fire running through my being as the my eyes are uncovered. I’m not used to seeing you at the moment.

But now that I do I’m alive. You enter me unholy slow. I can feel you all around me as you cage me under you. Thickening the air I’m breathing harder. It’s so hot in here it’s like I’m breathing you on. I’m holding onto what I’m feeling. Savoring this heart that’s healing as you show me the truth of carnal pleasure.

My hands are suddenly floating up above me, and you whisper you love me. And I begin to fade into our secret place. The music of your moans and noises makes me sway.

I can here angels singing and I think, “I am alone with you.”

And so I cry. The light is white in my eyes as I feel you come into my body and soul. Touching deep inside me and as I see you. Now I’m alive. You take my hand and I give it to you saying.

“Now you own me all I am,” you say, “I will never leave you.”

“I believe you. I believe.”

And your lips meet mine.

xxxxx

He used a rosary to bind my hands behind my back. The wooden beads pressed into my wrists. I was bent over the bed, my knees on the rug as he forced them apart with his feet. He entered me again hands on my hips as he ground.

Every movement irritated my stinging ass. Every touch made my nerves sing and scream. I became aware of the damp spots growing on the bed beneath me. I felt so numb to anything but him. The pounding of his cock inside me as he changed angle and yanked me back by the beads.

Minutes probably, but maybe hours of that caused it to snap and beads to break everywhere. Which he paid no attention other than telling me to do the moving. With his hands out to his sides he groaned as I bounced my ass against his pelvis and drooled onto the bed.

After a while he wrapped an arm around my waist then between my legs, rubbing and rubbing. I quivered against his fingers.

“Beg my pet.”

“Please please please please please please. Daddy I’m so sorry please let me cum,” I begged him as I tried to hold back.

“Beg for forgiveness.”

“Please forgive me daddy I’ve been naughty,” I sobbed and he kissed my neck.

“I have mercy on your soul. Cum.”

I shook. My senses going haywire and it felt as if my very soul orgasmed.

“Good girl. Such a good lamb for me.”

xxxxx

When I came to I was in a warm bath. He brought me a towel to dry off. I sat cuddled in his lap with the cup of tea he had ready for me, just the way I like it. I felt blissful, calm, at peace.

THE END