Mask Of Desire

An eBook By Rod Harden.

Act Of Contrition

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three weeks since my last confession."

The woman made the sign of the cross then knelt silently for a moment. She held hands in front of her, palm to palm, fingertips pointed heavenward, and chewed her lip nervously.

"Go ahead, my child."

"Well, I - I've been having more impure thoughts, Father."

"I see."

just can't seem to help myself."

"Tell me about these thoughts."

"But, Father, they're so ... so... I just don't think I can."

"It will help if you to speak your wicked thoughts aloud. Get them out of your head and into the open."

"Oh."

Again, silence fell upon the penitent. Angela fidgeted for a moment, then pressed her hands together once more. Though thirty-four years old, she was dressed like a First Communion girl in a white satin dress, white veil, and white gloves. Her glistening white paten leather shoes looked as moist as her white cotton panties had already become.

"Well," she began, "sometimes at work, and I'm in a meeting-

"Don't talk in generalities, my dear. Tell me a specific instance. Tell me about the last time these thoughts came to you."

"All right, Father. It was two days ago. My boss, Steve, called the whole accounting department together. About ten minutes into the meeting, while someone else was talking, I noticed him staring at my chest."

"Your boss?"

"Yes, Father."

"And this angered you?"

"Well, I - I guess it should have, but it didn't. I kind of like it when men notice me that way. In fact it got me daydreaming."

"Tell me about this daydream."

"If you say so. As he - my boss, that is - stared at my chest, I imagined him interrupting the meeting. I pictured him standing and pointing at me. He said, 'I've just been sitting here studying Angela's chest for the last ten minutes, and I for one want to see her tits.' In my daydream I pretended to be shocked, but was secretly excited. There were murmurs of agreement all around the table. Even the other women. Everyone started saying, 'Yes, Angela, show us your tits.'"

"What happened then, my child?"

"Well, Father, with everyone demanding to see my tits, I figured all I could do was stand and take off my blouse. So I did. In reality I was wearing a bra, but in my daydream I wasn't. All I had to do was unbutton a few buttons and I was totally exposed. Steve smiled and said they were just as nice as he imagined. My tits, that is. Then he said, 'I want to fondle them, too, Angela, so come over here by me.'"

"And you did this also? In this daydream of yours?"

"Oh, yes, Father! How could I refuse my boss? I went and stood next him, and let him squeeze me and pinch me. And while he was doing that, Jeff, one of my colleagues, said, 'I'd like a piece of that when you're done.' So Steve got in a few last squeezes and told me to take myself over to Jeff."

"How did you feel all of this, young lady?"

"Father, it was so humiliating and degrading. And yet I…" Angela's voice trailed off into an extended sigh. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid and shallow. "I was so aroused by it. I mean, it was all just in my imagination, but it felt so real, so vivid."

"Did the daydream end then?"

"No, Father. I pictured myself going from one person to the next and having my bare breasts fondled and played with by everyone in the room. I was passed down the line like a sign-in sheet. And after everybody had a turn with me, Steve told me to refill his coffee. He said I had to leave my blouse open while I went, so everyone in the whole office would see me. And I did that, too. Even though I'm one of the head accountants, I went to fetch him coffee, half naked in front of the whole office."

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