Enchanting Temptations

We all have fantasies. We all day dream. We all find our minds drifting to better lives, better ideals, better worlds when our emotions are in turmoil. Regrets erased, scenarios that play out differently and to our own benefit. For every being there are at least one hundred day dreams, centered around one scenario, centered around dozens. Dreams made manifest when life bores one to tears.

Some of those fantasies are of the explicit variety. Images of the perfect partner flashing through the mind's eye. Every proportion, every movement perfectly choreographed in the mind of the dreamer. Scripted in just such a way to ensure maximum pleasure.

Sometimes you can recreate those fantasies perfectly in the real world but more often than not, they fall short of expectation. Here at Enchanted Temptations, our one and only goal is to recreate our member's fantasies as accurately as possible. From the simple to the truly debauched, no fantasy is too much for us.

Here, for a nominal membership fee, you can live your wildest fantasies whenever and for however long you'd like. All you need to do is fill out the attached forms before each visit, using as much detail as possible, and we will recreate your fantasy using practical effects and proprietary magic.

Your privacy, safety and satisfaction are our top priority, so you can rest assured that when you choose Enchanting Temptations, you are choosing a safe, judgment free place to let go of the stress and strain of your everyday life.

Enchanting Temptations; Where Fantasy Meets Reality.

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Room 100: Sinners and Saints

Stepping into room 100, Holly Albright isn't entirely sure what she'll find. Sure she filled out the forms, detailing her fantasy as extensively as possible, but as important as the location is to her fantasy, she had painted it in broad strokes, leaving enough open to interpretation to ensure that she wouldn't know exactly what she was walking into.

She's not at all disappointed as she steps through the door, leaving the dark, modern halls of Enchanting Temptations for the warm gothic tones of intricately carved Walnut and soft red velvet. She takes a deep breath as the door closes behind her, wood polish enveloping her senses in the tiny space.

She takes a moment to truly appreciate where she is, to let it sink in that her fantasy is really going to come true. She runs her hands along the carved lineals, detailed grape leaves and vines winding through the polished wood panels and ending with plump bunches of perfectly round grapes. Angels stare down from the sloped ceiling, arches framing painted murals of biblical scenes.

She shudders at the intense gaze of the angels, their condescending judgment having the opposite effect on her now than in a real confessional. She hears a door close on the other side of the wall and her attention is drawn to the red velvet curtain hanging in the arched opening just above a similarly upholstered prayer kneeler.

Holly steps up to it, smoothing the woolen skirt of her simple black dress as she lowers herself to her knees on the padded bar. She brings her hands up, palms together and thumbs crossed.

"Whenever you are ready, little lamb." The voice beyond the curtain is deep and reverent, a soothing balm to a sinner's conscience.

Holly knows this part by heart; has said it countless times since she was a little girl. "Bless me father for I have sinned. It has been... too long since my last confession." she pauses, a titter of excitement fluttering through her.

"What ails you, little lamb?" the voice asks when she's quiet a little too long.

"I have... impure thoughts Father." she replies. "Lustful thoughts. It consumes me. I can't stop myself from imagining all the depraved things I want to do."

"I see." he says, his tone taking on a sharper quality, like he's resisting the urge to pass judgment on her. She feels a twinge between her legs at the thought. He clears his throat. "We are all human, children of God. To lust is natural." Despite the words there's an air of strain in his voice, as though he's struggling to remain neutral, comforting.

"I don't think this is natural, Father?" Holly tells him. "I think there's something really wrong with me."

She hears his thoughtful hum. "Perhaps you ought to tell me exactly what it is you fantasize about."

Holly gasps at the thought of sharing such depravity with a man of the cloth, all the while clenching her thighs together in a desperate bid for friction.

"Do not shy away from me, little lamb. You must be willing to lay bare your soul to the lord. I am merely his tool."

"I... well..." she hesitates, taking a deep breath. "I want to... suck cock all the time. Sometimes it's all I can think about. There are days I'll be at the grocery store and I imagine myself dropping to my knees in front of one of the stock boys and just pulling it out and shoving it down my throat." she takes another deep breath, the exhale shaking as she tamps down the excitement. "I went on a date to the movies last week and we sat all the way in the back in the top row. There was hardly anyone in the theater so no one could see us and I just... I couldn't focus on the movie. It was like something possessed me. I got down on the floor in front of him and sucked him off right there."

The long silence proceeding builds an exquisite tension that has Holly clenching her thighs together, even more desperate for relief.

"What else?"

"I'm sorry?" Holly asks.

"What else?" The edge of his tone is razor sharp now, words clipped, cutting through her core. She fights back a moan as he no longer clings to neutrality. "Surely there is more you aren't saying. What other depravities have you committed, Little Sinner."

"There's a park, Father, near my apartment. A big park with lots of places where good people don't go after dark. One of those places has an old cabin with holes in the walls between rooms, holes of all different sizes. I've used all of them but my favorite is the one big enough to fit my whole body through. I'll go there in a little skirt and no panties and lean through the hole and just wait for someone to come along. It never takes long for someone to show up. Sometimes there's more than one and they'll fill me up from both ends, fucking me like our lives depend on it... oh Father, please, please help me." she sobs.

There's a heavy sigh in response as she cries into her folded hands. "Enough of that." he says abruptly, cutting off her tears. "You have come here for forgiveness and it is within my power to give it." his voice still cuts, radiating cold authority. "But I do not believe you deserve it." he continues and Holly gasps. "You come here seeking forgiveness, but I would bet the Sunday Collections that you will be right back to it when you leave here. People like you do not change, little sinner." he sneers.

"People like me?"

"Whores." he snaps. "Whores who think they can clean the slate and start over. Whores who go right back to their debauchery."

"No! I want it, Father, please. I do want to change."

"Then you must seek penance through punishment. For without punishment, there is no penance that will right a sinner like you."

"Anything Father. I'll do anything."

"I'm glad to hear that, little lamb." The edge of his voice is gone now, her compliance soothing the tension. There's a rustling of fabric before Holly jerks back in surprise, a cock thrusting through the velvet curtain. "We will rid you of your urges through exposure."

"B... but Father, how-"

A gloved hand pushes through the curtain as abruptly as his cock, leather creaking as he pinches either side of her chin between his fingers. "Do not question God's demands of you." he pulls her closer. "Now open your mouth."

She whimpers, doing as she's told, letting him pull her closer until the tip of him rests against her lips.

"Now, I know you know what to do next." His voice is so low, gravel grating across every nerve ending in her body. It's menacing in its timber. She rubs her thighs together, feeling the building slick, desperate for relief.

She wraps her lips around the tip, circling her tongue around it and sucking gently. She hears the rush of air as he sighs beyond the curtain, his hand gently caressing the side of her face. "That's a good girl, little Lamb. Very good. Just like that." She hums, pleased with the praise and doubles her efforts, taking him in a bit more and sucking a little harder. He groans in response.

She continues this way for a while, slowly working him farther and farther into her mouth, sucking harder with each inch forward; tongue working faster. Eventually she grows restless and with a smooth motion forward she swallows him down to the root, earning a guttural grunt that sends shocks of pleasure to her core.

"Oh my," he says, voice strained. "It would appear things are worse than I thought." he tells her as his other hand slips through the curtain. "Look how easily you did that. I think more drastic measures are required." with that he takes hold of her head in both hands, stopping her movements. Without warning he drives himself forward, gagging her before pulling back. He thrusts forward again, his movements swift and rough, a solid force of flesh against flesh as he drives his pelvis forward, his cock sliding down her throat.

Holly moans, her nails digging into the sill of the window. He pulls out long enough to let her breathe, but that's it. It's never enough to soothe the burn or fill her lungs, keeping her on a razor's edge.

And then he stops, pulling free. "You're enjoying this." his voice was accusatory, that hard edge back. "That's unacceptable. This is supposed to be a punishment." he released her head, disappearing through the curtain.

"Father?" she calls when she hears a door open and close. He doesn't answer and she sits for a moment longer before curiosity gets the better of her. Sliding the curtain aside, Holly sticks her head through the window finding the opposite side empty. It's a near perfect twin of the one she's in, the exception being a velvet padded chair instead of the kneeler.

Holly startles when she hears the door open to her own booth and she pulls back looking over her shoulder to find an older man with thick dark hair standing in the doorway. He looks stern, face hard, his brown eyes nearly glaring at her.

There's not a lot of space in the booth, barely two steps between them.

"Look at you." he finally speaks, slamming the door behind him. She looks down at herself. She had worn a simple black woolen dress. Something that could be construed as either modest or enticing depending on one's perspective. The hem stopped at mid thigh, forcing her to adjust it every time she sat down, stood up or bent over. In the act of leaning through the window, the hem had lifted higher than she expected, exposing her lack of underwear beneath her dark panty hoes. "How can you expect forgiveness when you have no shame?" he practically growls at her.

He closes the distance in a single long stride, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet. "You come into the house of God and defile his sacred covenants with your insincerity." he yanks her forward, his other other arm a solid band around her waist. She feels his hands against the thin material of her panty hoes, moving downward around the curve of her ass to the apex of her thighs. She jolts as he presses two fingers against her, a solid pressure against her most intimate place.

He heaves a breath, rage playing across his handsome face. "Filthy little sinner." he grinds out through his clenched teeth. He presses up a little harder, forcing her onto her toes, a whimper escaping her. "Do you like that little sinner? Do you like to be defiled in the house of God? Do you feel him looking down on you, disappointed?"

She moans, her core clenching.

"Of course you do, you're just a whore. A filthy whore."

"Please Father." she whines and without warning, he releases her wrist and brings his hand down against her ass with a solid thwack. "Oh!"

"In the name of God I will cleanse you of your sinful urges." he tells her, his voice low and dangerous. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he lifts her off her feet and turns her back to him. Stepping toward the curtained window, he forces her through, balancing her stomach along the sill, her lower half bared to him.

Father!" she exclaims, struggling to find something to hold onto. Eventually she does, stabilizing herself in time to feel the first strike against her ass. "Oh fuck." she gasps, earning herself two more in quick succession. "Oh please Father."

"What are you begging for, little sinner? Mercy or more?"

He doesn't give her a chance to respond, striking her again on one cheek, then again on the other. He alternates back and forth until she's certain she can feel her slick down her thighs. She can feel her climax building with each strike, her core clenching around empty space, begging to be filled.

Eventually he stops, a deep, shaking exhalation filling the silence. "It's not enough." she hears him mutter under his breath. "Lord, please give me the strength to return your lost lamb to the flock." he prays. He then digs his fingers into the seam of her panty hoes along her pussy and pulls until they tear.

There's no warning as he drives two fingers into her. Holly screams, a sound that tapers off into moans as he pounds into her, stimulating her g-spot almost violently. The edge that had begun to fade comes racing up at full speed, a pressure in her abdomen that she knows all too well. She strains and flexes around his fingers until the pleasure becomes too much and she tips over the edge, a stream of squirt tearing from her pussy and undoubtedly soaking everything in it's way.

She's shaking as she comes down from her high, her legs dangling useless on the other side of the wall.

"Yes, that's it. Let it out. Let go of the temptation and sin, Little Lamb."

"Is that it Father? Am I forgiven?" Holly asks softly.

"Almost." he replies, the sound of a zipper punctuating the statement.

She feels him at her entrance, a thick, hardness sliding through the slick of her orgasm. The stretch as he pushes into her has her moaning.

He doesn't give her time to adjust, picking up a brutal pace that has her gripping at the wall on the other side. His fingers dig into her hips, keeping her in place, undoubtedly leaving bruises. Between his pace and the depravity, it doesn't take her long to tip over the edge again, moaning and whining as he fucks her through it and into another.

"Oh Father, Father, please. I can't take anymore." she cries.

"You can and you will." he tells her, his fingers finding her clit. The pressure sends her over again, her entire body convulsing with little tremors of pleasure even as her orgasm fades.

Without warning, he pulls her from the window, turning her to face him and pushing her to her knees. The image he presents is everything she's ever fantasized about. Face flushed but stern, he's still completely clothed save for his cock sticking out of his zipper.

"Open your mouth." He orders her and she does, sitting obediently, hands on her thighs, tongue out ready to receive his communion. He jerks himself off for her, thick gobs of cum landing on her tongue, chin and lips. "Very good Little Lamb." he replies, breath ragged. "The lord is pleased with you and has accepted your penance."

Holly hums delighted, licking her lips clean.