Sasha’s Sacrilege

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“Nice dress.” Sasha purred with a soft Italian accent appreciatively, examining the young lady from head to toe who had stood alone staring at a Mehretu that hung upon the gallery wall. The woman was petite with long, slightly curled hair of a deep mahogany. Her dress was a sleeveless burnt orange with polka-dots that was fitted at the top with a frilled neckline and loosened at the hips, the curve of her ass visible but leaving much to the imagination, the front of which fell just above her sun kissed knees while the back tapered down to her ankles. It was a modest choice, and a ribbed top was clearly visible beneath the plunging neckline to cover her cleavage. The woman certainly seemed to like her jewelry, almost to the point of gaudiness. Her ears were gauged, and she wore silver tunnels while just behind them hung heavy golden crosses. Her nose held two twinkling studs in one nostril while around her lovely neck a pearl rosary hung exposed, running down the curve of her small breasts, the cross suspended just below her navel. Her wrists were heavy with multiple bracelets depicting saints and Mary, while nearly every finger was covered by a ring.

“Glad you noticed,” the woman smirked, looking up at the tall Italian woman. Sasha’s hair was pulled into a tight bun with a few errant strands hanging over her forehead. Her suit was all black, and she’d unbuttoned her white shirt down to the fourth button, revealing a hint of cleavage.

“Me too,” she responded smoothly, satisfied that her intuition hadn’t failed her, “though it’s not something you often see in an art gallery.”

“Well, to be fair, it’s not really my normal choice of fashion. The dress, I mean.”

“And what is your normal choice of fashion?”

“Depends on what I’m doing. When I’m working? A skirt and a nice blouse. Something conservative but not too dowdy, going to the store or a show? Goth. And on a date…” she trailed off, her eyes returning to the painting.

“Something that says ‘fuck me’?” Sasha finished with a sultry grin.

“Maybe. All depends on the person and their preference.”

“Interesting. I’ll have to keep it in mind.” She responded, her fingertips running over the other woman’s knuckles. Sasha broke the comfortable silence after several moments. “I’ve never seen you here before.” Sasha noted, glancing back to the painting.

“That’s because I’ve been. I’ve meant to, but never made it. I go to Saint Anthony’s across the street, which is why I’m wearing this,” she motioned down at her dress, “and after Holy Mass I had nothing to do, so I decided now was a better time than any.”

“You’re a Catholic?” Sasha asked, not entirely surprised. “So that’s what’s with all of the saints and rosary?”

“Born and raised.” She chuckled, running her fingers down the pearls of her rosary.

“Do you believe?” Sasha asked, her eyes flickering back to the painting, a slight frown crossing her features.

“No, but appearances must be kept. The people are nice, and the place is beautiful. Unlike this work of “art”.”

“Oh? You don’t care for Mehretu’s work?” Sasha asked with an arched eyebrow.

“God no!” She chuckled. “It’s absolutely dreadful. No talent whatsoever. What’s it even supposed to be? A man in pain? Or maybe he’s fucking a horse? Just squabbles everywhere?” She smirked.

Sasha couldn’t help but laugh at that, her head thrown back. “It’s a good thing the artist is not here,” Sasha noted, shaking her head as her chuckles died away. “What do you mean appearances?” She’d moved closer, her fingers tracking along the edges of a gold bracelet covered with images of the Virgin Mary.

“My parents mostly,” she turned slightly toward Sasha, “and everyone thinks I’m a saint too.” She chuckled ironically.

“I bet you’re far from a saint.”

“How could you possibly know that?” She teased.

“Just a hunch,” she murmured, her fingers trailing adana escort up the woman’s arm, before tracing the outline of the cross on her rosary.

“Hmm,” was her only response.

“What’s your name?”

“Eve,” she answered.

“Oh, that is just too perfect,” she whispered, leaning down slightly to look her in the eyes. “Do you have any plans for the evening?”

“Not yet.”

“Well then, how about engaging in a bit of sin?”

“That is a very tempting offer,” she grinned, her hand tracing a path up Sasha’s inner thigh.

“I’d like to take you back to my place. I promise we can stop whenever you wish. I have a nice bed and an even nicer shower. There’s a bar too. And some nice music,” she purred.

“Tempting, very tempting. Of course… then I’d have to go to confession.”

“Mm, and I’m sure the priest would love that,” Sasha purred.

“I doubt that,” she smirked. ” ‘Bless me, father; I have sinned; I’ve had impure thoughts of a woman, I’ve given into the temptation and touched a woman. She’s taken me home and I made love with her.”

“I see. And was she beautiful?”

“Amazingly so.”

“You know what I think?” Sasha asked.

“What?”

“I think the priest is thinking, ‘Oh dear God, please tell me more.'”

“And you would know this how?”

“Just a hunch,” she chuckled.

“Hmm. So you never told me your name.”

“Sasha,” she answered with a smirk.

“A pleasure,” she said, holding her hand out.

“oh, it will be,” she promised, her tongue flicking across her bottom lip. “You know… as owner of this establishment, I can come and go as I please.”

“Ah, is that so? Well, in that case… how about you ask me out for lunch?”

“Let’s go then,” Sasha purred, holding her hand out.

“Don’t you at least need to stay until the show ends?”

“The show is over for me,” she purred, kissing Eve’s fingers.

“In that case,” Eve slid her hand down Sasha’s side, “lead the way.”

“As you wish,” Sasha said, walking her out. As they exited the building, a wicked grin spread across Sasha’s face. “I know a little bistro down the street, but first… come.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes,” she responded, not missing a beat.

“And what will you give me in return?”

“You’ll see,” she said, leading her inside the Gothic parish.

“What are we doing here?” She whispered in the silence of the narthex as she crossed herself out of habit before an image of the sacred heart.

“Something sinful,” she answered with a smirk, tugging her through the heavy oak doors and into the sanctuary. 

“Why here?”

“Why not here?” She smiled evilly, taking holy water and playfully sprinking them both.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” she hissed.

“It will when I’m done,” she growled, pulling Eve down the aisle until they were only several feet from the alter and pulling her into a pew along the wall where deep shadows lay.

“Sasha!” Eve hissed, trying to pull away.

“What?” She asked, her fingers digging into her thighs, her eyes glinting with desire.

“What the hell are you doing? We can’t do this here! In a church of all places!”

“You don’t even believe, and it’s some much sweeter. Are you afraid we’ll be caught?” She smirked, leaning in to kiss her.

“I…”

“Tell me, is the thought of getting caught turning you on? Or the fact that we are so close to the altar and the tabernacle?”

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

“That’s what I thought,” she grinned, her fingers stroking the other woman’s neck.

“We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?” She whispered as her hand slid the front of Eve’s orange dress up her thighs.

“Because it just feels wrong. Please,” she gasped, her legs parting.

“You know you want to,” she purred, her fingers slipping inside her panties and brushing against her slick flesh.

“Oh ankara escort fuck, please!”

“Say yes,” she commanded, her fingers circling the other woman’s clit.

“Please,” she begged.

“I don’t hear a yes.” She teased.

“Fuck! Yes, alright! Yes!” She hissed, her hips arching, seeking more.

“That’s what I thought,” she purred, slipping a single finger inside her. “Now, don’t move,” she warned.

“Why? Why the fuck not?” She gasped, her hips rolling, fucking Sasha’s finger.

“Because I said so,” she growled, adding a second and a third.

“Oh, oh Jesus,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back.

“Jesus won’t save you,” Sasha growled, rubbing her clit hard, her thumb circling it.

“Oh, oh god. S-Sasha, please.”

“Come for me,” she whispered, leaning down to lick and suck at the other woman’s ear.

“Oh, oh fuck!”

“Shh,” she chided, thrusting faster and deeper. “We wouldn’t want the priest to hear.”

“I-I, oh shit. I can’t!” She whined, her hips bucking.

“Come,” she commanded, her fingers moving even faster, her thumb circling.

“Oh god! Yes, yes, yes!” Eve moaned, her voice echoing through the sanctuary, her muscles spasming.

“Shhh,” she whispered, her lips brushing Eve’s ear.

“Holy fuck,” Eve panted, her hands fisting in Sasha’s blazer.

“Holy indeed.”

“You’re evil,” Eve muttered, her forehead resting on the other woman’s shoulder.

“I am. But you liked it.”

“Maybe,” she admitted with a sheepish grin as she looked at the station of the cross directly above her head.

“You’re cute,” Sasha chuckled, her fingers still buried inside the other woman.

“Am not,” she pouted.

“Oh, you are too. A saint, huh?”

“Shut up,” she blushed.

“If they only knew.”

“Fuck you.”

“I fully plan to,” she promised.

“Do you, now?”

“Indeed,” Sasha said, slowly easing her fingers out and bringing them up to her mouth, her eyes locked on the other woman’s as her tongue snaked out, licking her essence from each digit.

“Shit,” Eve muttered, her core pulsing at the sight.

“I think it’s time for you to give a good confession.”

“And who will I confess to?” Eve smirked.

“Me, of course.”

“Well, alright,” she grinned. “Come,” Sasha ordered, standing up and leading her to the corner of the sanctuary and into the confessional before shutting the door behind her.

“This seems so wrong,” Eve noted, sitting down on the small wooden bench and opening her legs.

“And doesn’t that just make it better,” Sasha whispered, her hands grasping her hair.

“You’re so depraved,” Eve whispered, her fingers tracing Sasha’s clit through the slacks.

“Yes. Very much so,” she breathed, her hips moving in time with Eve’s fingers. She bent down to kiss her, her tongue delving deep.

Eve’s fingers worked at her pants, fumbling to unbutton them. Sasha reached down, helping her and shoving the pants down her smooth olive thighs before unbuttoning her blazer.

Eve’s free hand slid up to message her breasts through the blouse before unbuttoning it just enough to pull her tits out. Impatiently, she yanked the bra down, her large C’s spilling from the cups. “Beautiful,” she whispered, taking one into her mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh, Jesus.”

“Nope, just me.” She grinned, kissing her again.

Sasha looked up at a crucifix that hung upon the wall before looking back down at Eve as she sucked her nipple greedily. The pearls of her rosary gleamed in the light on the back of her neck. She reached down below Eve’s chin, the beads clacking softly as she took them in her hand. “Use these.” She whispered in ecstasy.

Eve looked up, her eyes wide. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am,” Sasha breathed.

“Oh, Jesus,” Eve whimpered, taking the rosary and slipping the beads below adıyaman escort the crucifix through her slick folds, the pearls sliding easily in and out of her.

“God, yes.” Sasha moaned, bracing herself on the wall.

“Shit,” Eve hissed. “S-so depraved.” She was transfixed by the sight of the crucifix dangling from the woman’s cunt.

“Mhm,” Sasha moaned as she pulled away, the rosary sliding out of her, slick with her juices. Eve pulled it up, the crucifix glistening, and brought it to her mouth, sucking on the cross. “Holy Mary Mother of God,” she groaned, her hands grabbing Sasha’s ass, pulling her closer, her tongue licking at the woman’s slick folds.

One leg had freed itself from her pantleg, and she forced Eve’s head against the wall before guiding her to lay on the bench. With a wicked grin she sat down, straddling her face, her wetness pressing against the woman’s mouth.

Eve’s tongue snaked out, flicking her clit as she grasped the rosary, slowly feeding the beads into Sasha.

“Fuck yes, like that.” Sasha moaned, her hands groping Eve’s small mounds beneath her modest dress.

“Mmm,” Eve moaned, licking and sucking her.

“Oh shit, yes!” She hissed, her hips moving slowly.

Eve pulled the beads out, her tongue circling Sasha’s entrance, teasing her.

“More,” she demanded, her hands squeezing the other woman’s breasts hard.

She slowly eased the beads back inside her, her tongue running over her clit, before repeating the process.

Sasha dove between her legs, her tongue lashing at the other woman’s center.

“Fuck,” Eve hissed, eating her out with even more vigor.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her tongue delving deep into the other woman’s wetness, her clit rubbing against Eve’s nose.

“Fucking Christ,” Eve hissed, her legs tightening around the Italian woman’s head.

“Fuck,” Sasha gasped, her body arching. 

“Come,” Eve groaned, fucking her fast and hard with her fingers, her tongue dancing around her clit.

“Yes,” she moaned, her muscles seizing up as she came, furiously continuing to stimulate Eve.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eve hissed, her own orgasm tearing through her.

“Holy Mary,” she breathed, her body relaxing.

“Shit,” Eve moaned, slowly pulling the rosary out of Sasha.

“Fuck,” Sasha whispered, her muscles twitching as the beads slid out of her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at a rosary the same way,” Eve laughed as Sasha stood and pulled her slacks back on.

“Good,” Sasha grinned, tucking her breasts back into her bra and buttoning her blouse.

“You know,” she whispered, leaning forward, “if you’re so keen on sinning… perhaps we should stay for evening Mass… we can sit in the balcony seats and…”

“You are insatiable.”

“Guilty.”

“I would love to.”

“Great,” she whispered, “and then perhaps dinner?”

“Absolutely.”

Eve peered out cautiously before they silently left the confessional, her peal rosary swinging with every step as they made their way upstairs. Their timing had been excellent, for even as they climbed the stairs, the door opened, echoing loudly in the empty sanctuary, the priest walking briskly in and towards the alter.

They hurried to the balcony, settling into a pew at the very top row, watching the priest’s movements with rapt attention as the Mass began. There were few people in attendance, and the balcony was left all to themselves. 

It didn’t hurt that the priest faced the altar for the entire ritual and therefore could not see the two women kissing passionately as he chanted the prayers of the liturgy. 

It was absolutely delicious when Sasha’s hand slid beneath her dress while putting the rosary in her mouth, sucking Eve’s flavor from it, her fingers gently caressing the woman’s slick sex.

And it was even more delicious when she whispered a command in Eve’s ear to come as the priest recited the Lord’s prayer. 

And by the time Mass was over, Eve was certain she had committed the greatest act of sacrilege possible and couldn’t wait to do it again.

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