The church door opened with an eerie creak. The priest kneeling at the altar continued to murmur the Our Father, resisting the urge to look around.

"Thy kingdom come," Father Dylan intoned.

The sound of high heels on the tiles reverberated throughout the otherwise empty church.

The middle-aged priest moistened his lips. "Thy will be done on earth, as it is in Heaven."

The approaching footsteps grew louder and Father Dylan's heart beat faster. He rushed with indecent haste to the "Amen", then rose to his feet and turned to face his visitor.

She was standing a few feet away; a sinful apparition in a shiny red leather trench coat that was belted tightly around her slender waist and ended just a few inches above her matching, spike heeled shoes. Her straight, blonde hair reached her waist and her fringe low on her forehead lent her a girlish quality.

"Good evening, Miss," he said nervously. "You must be Mary."

The blonde smiled. "Hi, Father. It seems we're alone."

"There's nobody here but you, me and God," he replied.

"I like threesomes," Mary quipped. "So, what were you praying for? Not a vestal virgin, I hope."

"I daresay you would not fit into that category, Mary," he said.

She undid the belt around her waist as she ascended the three steps to the altar. Standing just a couple of feet in front of the priest, she casually flung open her long coat. All she was wearing underneath were black fishnet stockings and a black silk suspender belt. Father Dylan breathed rapidly as he drank in every detail of her creamy, naked body. His gaze came to rest on her large, firm breasts and the gold crucifix suspended directly above them.

"That's very nice," he commented. "Are you a practicing Christian?"

Mary laughed. "I'm a practicing slut, Father. Just like my namesake over there."

She was referring to a large statue of the Virgin Mary, which stood to the left of the altar.

"That's very disrespectful, Mary," he admonished her. "You really should go to confession."

"I don't know if I'd like that," she mused. "Would I have to kneel?"

"Of course."

"I commit my favorite sin in that position, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad."

Mary shrugged her coat from her shoulders and allowed it to fall at her feet. Then, she dropped to her knees before the priest.

"Where do I begin?" she asked.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."

As she repeated the words, Mary reached out with her right hand and cupped the priest's crotch. Underneath his black pants, Father Dylan was already stiff.

"How have you sinned, Mary?" he asked, in a trembling voice.

She looked up and smiled. "I'd really love to tell you, Father, but I'm afraid I shall be unable to talk with my mouth full."

She drew down his zipper and freed his throbbing cock from his underwear. Seven inches of fat, holy hard-on reared before her face. Mary parted her scarlet glossed lips and eagerly received the sacrament.

"Oh, Jesus!" the priest gasped, crossing himself.

Mary's cheeks bulged as she swallowed his full length. He swept her hair back from her face and shoulders and cupped her face gently. Her head moved slowly back and forth, her lips smearing his cock with lipstick.

After just a few minutes of this divine service, she rose to her feet.

"Do you still think my soul can be saved, Father?" she smiled, squeezing his boner with her right fist.

"Nobody is beyond redemption," he replied. "Not even me."

"Perhaps you should kneel and say a prayer for me," Mary suggested.

The grey haired priest sank to his knees. Mary stepped closer and spread her legs wider.

"Almighty God - I give thanks for what I am about to receive." His mouth was so close to her pussy, Mary could feel his breath."

"Amen," they both concluded.

Father Dylan wrapped his arms around her hips and buried his face between her thighs. His sweaty hands squeezed her buttocks as he thrust his tongue deep into her wet pussy.

"Jesus, that's good!" Mary squealed.

She was exaggerating slightly. The priest was gorging like her pussy was an all-you-can-eat buffet, rather than the sacred temple of her femininity. His tongue touched her clitoris, but Mary doubted he even knew what that tasty little bud was called. She seized his hair with both hands and humped aggressively against his face. If he was so eager to eat her, she might as well make it a feast they would both remember.

By the time the priest resurfaced to gasp down some air, his face was flushed and his chin was damp with pussy cream. He plucked a dark blonde pubic curl from his lower lip and thoughtfully contemplated it.

Mary thrust two fingers of her right hand deep into her wet slash, before presenting them to his lips. Father Dylan sucked them clean of her juices.

"Does my cunt taste better than the body of Christ?" she demanded.

"That's a word you should never use in church, Mary," he replied.

The temptress smiled. "Forgive me, Father. It's just that your cock is hard and my cunt is wet. So - to use another profanity - shall we fuck?"

"Not in that way," the priest said.

Mary frowned. "In what way then, Father?"

"Bend over the altar," he told her. "I shall use lubrication. It won't hurt."

"You want to fuck me in the ass?"

The priest nodded. "I wouldn't put it quite so crudely, but that's what I want. Is that okay with you?"

"If it was good enough for the mother of God, it's good enough for me," Mary replied.

Bending over the altar, she followed Father Dylan's instructions by spreading her legs and splaying her arms wide. He placed a large gold crucifix, with an image of the crucified Jesus, in front of her. A three inch erection protruded from between the thighs of the nailed saviour.

"This is no religious icon, you dirty fucker," she commented.

"Just suck it, Mary," he replied, dipping two fingers of his right hand into a small gold chalice on the altar.

He smeared the oil over Mary's anal bud and dipped his fingers in the chalice again, before easing them into her tight rear orifice. Her reaction was a loud cry that sounded more like pleasure than pain.

Father Dylan anointed his stiff cock with the mysterious oil, before taking up position between Mary's thighs. His piss slit drooled pre-cum over her slippery rear entrance. Leaning over, he cupped her breasts with both hands and penetrated her with a single, savage thrust.

"Jesus!" she squealed.

"Suck him, you whore!" the priest grunted.

Mary sucked the gold Jesus cock, while the life-sized priest prick pounded her greased asshole. Father Dylan was squeezing her tits like he wanted to crush them and painfully pinching her stiff nipples.

He climaxed before the pain became unbearable. Mary called out to Jesus again as she felt the priest's hot semen flooding her bowels. He continued to fuck her until he was fully spent. Then, he withdrew and hastily zipped up his pants.

"I think you should leave, Mary," he said. "May God bless and forgive you."

"You too, Father," she smiled, picking up her coat from the floor. "There's just the small matter of my payment. I may have just had a man of God up my ass, but your boss doesn't pay my rent."