Lilith Ep. 1

Transcript

G-good morning, father. Good morning, my son. Bless me, father, for I have sinned.

This is my first confession. Tell me your sins, my son. I have done some deeds that I believe have sullied my soul, and I have no one to blame but myself, and a young woman I met at the bar.

Since meeting her, I've drank, whored, had my body wrecked, masturbated about a billion times, though I'm not too sad about that one, and my soul has defiled. It sounds like you've gone through a lot. Yes, but I'm not sure I didn't enjoy every moment of it.

The devil works in evil, my son. You must be aware and shield yourself from his wicked ways. It wasn't a guy, father.

It was her, Lilith. I suppose I'll have to start at the beginning. It was a normal Friday night, and as Friday nights go, I was looking around and scoping out any ladies for the evening.

I'd had no luck, ever. But tonight felt different. I could just feel it, and maybe tonight I might get lucky for the first time.

All the other boys seemed to have. Premarital love, my son, is- Father, please. I must try to get through this.

Anyway, she came into the bar, just gorgeous. And she knew it, too. Hair that framed her face and bounced when she moved, tight shirt with the buttons about ready to pop on her frame, a short skirt that just begged to be ripped off of her.

God, she could just lean a little forward and everyone would know what she was wearing underneath. My God. And she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

I found out when she turned and waved to her Uber, and I had to force my mouth closed to keep from salivating and drooling in front of everyone at the bar. When she turned around, she spotted me and our eyes met. Oh, Father, she bit her lip, you know, that way that naughty girls do.

Then she pointed at me. Pointed at you? Yes, yes, and just wiggled her way up to me.

Her hips moved to her own music. I could feel my breath leave me, and I looked around and made sure she was looking and pointing at me. No one else seemed to notice.

I felt stupid, Father, but I was mesmerized. It was magic. She bewitched you, or something.

I was under a spell, and I didn't care. She came up to me and leaned over the bar. She didn't ask about a drink or anything, and my eyes.

.. I'm sorry, Father, I tried, I really tried to keep them on her face, but I just kept looking down and all over her body. My hands were shaking.

I was a wreck. She smiled. Such white teeth, Father.

Then she looked over herself. Looked over herself? Yes, Father, like she knew what I was looking at, and she was appreciating herself for me looking her over, like she knew I was powerless.

I could see her ass, her butt, just a little past her skirt, and then she asked me. She asked me, Father. Yes, my son.

She asked me if I liked it, and I couldn't say no. I told her, yes, yes, ma'am, I did, and she giggled, like a little bell ringing. She laughed.

Then she came up to me. She put herself against me. I could feel her breasts, her everything, I think she even straddled one of my legs because she got up to my ear and whispered, whispered so sweetly in my ear.

She asked if I wanted to touch it, and I said I did, immediately, and she giggled again and told me to do it. Oh, Father, it was so soft and yet so taut. It wasn't until I had really gotten grabby that I looked around at everyone in the bar.

No one noticed. It was so strange. It was like we were in our own world.

I could feel heat down there, Father, and a wetness. Then she took my hand and we started to head to the back. She was in such a hurry that I nearly tripped on the journey.

We got to the bathroom, and I was so embarrassed, Father. My cheeks were so red when I caught myself in the mirror. She threw me into a stall and had me sit down.

My eyes were all over her, Father. If my eyes were mouths, I'd have eaten her right up. I wanted to, Father, oh, how I wanted to.

She lifted her skirt just a little. It didn't take much, but she made it look like she was shy, but her smile told me she'd done this so many times. She showed me her vagina, her pussy.

It was hairless, Father, and she ran her hand in front of it and bit her lip again and asked if I liked what I saw, and I couldn't speak. I tried, Father, I tried, but I could only nod. Then she looked me over, she looked at my crotch and winked at me.

She asked if I'd ever been with a woman, and I said, yeah, but she knew it was a lie. She opened up her shirt, button by button, and showed me her boobies. I reached out for them before I knew it and grabbed hold.

She said something, I don't remember, something like I was really eager. Her breath was hot in my face and she bit my ear. Oh, Father, I let out a shuddering breath then and backed away.

I could feel something, something brewing in my loins, but I calmed down. I breathed deep and backed away, scared. She looked me in the eyes and got real close and asked me if I was okay.

She looked like she really cared, Father, like she was really worried about me. I nodded, yeah, I was, okay. Then she licked her lips and then, yes, my son, what did she do? She got on her knees, Father.

To pray? Well, no, she did worship, though. She got on her knees oh so sweetly and started to zip my pants down and then she took my penis, my cock, she called it, she pulled it out.

I was a little scared, I'm not, well, the other boys talk about how big they are down there and I'm okay, I think, I mean, you know, but what if she made fun of me? What if she laughed? I was scared, so scared.

She only grinned and took in a breath, then she wrapped her hand around me and pointed me up at the ceiling and she told me she was happy to help me. I wasn't sure what with, and then she stroked me up and down, slow and steady, it felt so good, Father, it felt like heaven, what's more, Father, she looked me right in the eyes while she did it and then, oh, I didn't take much, Father. She put her tongue on me, just one little kitten lick and I saw stars, I looked up and could feel my brain explode and I was emptying myself, I could feel my soul leave my body and I knew I was going to heaven, I was going to die.

And then, my son, and then, when I could see again, I looked down and this girl had all of this white stuff on her face, neck and chest, she smiled at me and giggled a little, she said I must have been waiting for her for a long time, then she put her mouth on my penis, Father, and sucked on me, after she told me she wanted to get every drop out first, and then she took her fingers and went down her body and cleaned herself off and sucked her fingers dry of all my white stuff that I unloaded on her, I told her I was sorry and that I could buy her a new shirt and she giggled, saying it was her pleasure, she stood up, showed me her pussy again, she reached into a pocket she had and handed me her card, it had her number and her name, Lilith, and she told me, she told me, Father, that if I ever needed anything ever again, that I just needed to call, and then she stuck her tongue out and gave my cock a long, long, long lick and then turned around and left. My goodness, my son, that is quite a tale. I'm just getting started, Father, and I think the worst of it was that I was in the girls' bathroom.