This was about ten years ago when we first got together, and our filthy adventures together were only just beginning…but my memory of it is very clear.

I was working night shift at a hospital, and my boyfriend had to be up practically in the middle of the night for his job in TV. I found myself ridiculously horny at work one particular night, and decided we needed to find a way to meet up and fuck before he went to work. I clocked out for my lunch break at around 3:30 AM or so, and told him to meet me down the street, at a church.

I drove down the road and saw him sitting there in the church parking lot in his vehicle, already waiting for me with the headlights off. Without saying a word, we both got out of our cars and walked over to the side of the church where he turned me around and shoved me up against the building. I felt him pull my scrub pants down roughly, then heard him growl in my ear, “Bend over for Daddy like a good little slut.” With my hands up against the rough brick of the church building, I stuck out my ass and felt him shove his hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. I was so engorged from the anticipation, and he was rock hard.

He fucked me violently for a while, both of us aware that even though it was still dark out, anyone who drove by (including, potentially, my co-workers) would have easily seen us there, openly fucking in that church parking lot. I savored the sound of his moans, knowing the thrill and risk and “wrongness” of the setting was making us both high. The song “Take Me To Church” comes to mind when I recall it. Worshipping my lover. Worshipping his cock at church. Letting him use me. And my God, his engorged dick felt so good pounding me hard from behind. Hearing him say “Good girl,” and “Good slut” always drove me over the edge (and still does). When he said he was about to cum, he pulled out his cock, spun me around again, and shoved me down to my knees. I could feel the rough gravel cutting into my skin, but I didn’t care— I took him into my mouth and felt him start thrusting hard. He grabbed a handful of my hair on the back of my head and used it to pull himself in and out of my mouth forcefully, fucking my mouth hard until I felt his hot load shoot down my throat.

After that, I pulled my scrub pants back up, straightened up my hair as best as I could, and we both got back in our vehicles and went to work. Every day, for years to come, I would drive past that church, and I would always think of getting used and fucked there. Incidentally, my next fantasy became to get fucked inside one- at the front of one, to be precise- by him and a whole group of men. I know Daddy will make it happen for me one of these days. ❤️