Ana’s Sin Ch. 01

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Inspired by a fan, this is the story of Ana Rodriguez, a Catholic girl of New Mexico with a proud Spanish, conservative heritage in a modern world. Shy, 5’6 with long thick black hair, light brown eyes with glasses, lite brown skin, 32C very full breasts, 130lbs but carries it very well, nice ass and great legs especially when wearing heels, she becomes trapped between her Catholic vows, her career, and her own emerging sexual tension as a young woman. Because she can’t make herself fuck who she wanted for fear of living a sinful life, she puts herself into dire situations instead to explore her hidden, and deep sexual passions.

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Confiteor Deo omnipotenti,
et vobis fratres,
quia peccavi nimis
cogitatione, verbo,
opere et omissione:
mea culpa, mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa.
Ideo precor beatam Mariam semper Virginem,
omnes Angelos et Sanctos,
et vos, fratres,
orare pro me ad Dominum Deum nostrum.

Ana repeated the Latin prayer at mass, tears sliding down her Madonnic face. The whispers of these words were sweetened by her thick, lush lips. She could curse all humanity with those lips, and it would sound like a blessing.

“Say the words in English, Ana,” Father Murphy said sternly. Murphy’s Law, the students whispered behind his back.

I confess to almighty God
and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that I have greatly sinned,
in my thoughts and in my words,
in what I have done and in what I have failed to do,
through my fault, through my fault,
through my most grievous fault;
therefore, I ask blessed Mary ever-Virgin,
all the Angels and Saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the Lord our God

On her knees, the paver stones hurting her bare knees, she prayed with head bowed and hair touching the autumn leaves. Her thin blouse and bra seemed too thin and small, and a chill ran down her spine. Her thin skirt was too low, and she could feel air on her white cotton panties. Her high-heels were uncomfortable.

Father Murphy came down on his haunches before her, and she suddenly felt naked knowing her cleavage was prominent and very visible kneeling down. Her large silver and turquoise cross hung before her tits like blasphemy.

Suddenly, she was naked and still on her knees. Naked but for that cross her mother gave her for her Catechism. Naked before Father Murphy and his piercing blue eyes, and black curly hair, a British priest who looked every bit like Daniel Craig. When the students were not complaining about Murphy’s Law … what can go wrong Father Murphy will make wrong … they called him Father James Bond.

She shivered violently, shamed and terrified of her nudity before his judging gaze. Yet her pussy was wet. Shaved and clearly visible, the cool air felt keenly on her clitoris, and she felt an arousal that deepened her shame all the more.

“Do you confess?” he asked her.

“Yes. I confess everything. I wanted you to molest me before I became a woman. I wanted you to touch me. I have evil and sinful thought, Father Murphy!”

He looked angry, and his face reddened. “No, you cannot confess that! I am too weak for that, girl!”

Father Murphy then leaned forward and kissed her, and a hot rush spread through her body like Hell’s fire.

# # #

Ana awoke from the reoccurring dream drenched in sweat. Cotton shirt, sweat pants, and panties were soaked. Yet her panties were not soaked from sweat alone. Feeling uncomfortable in the soaked clothes, she stripped out of them. Guilt and shame for her fantasy weighed heavily on her. She put her glasses on.

The windows were dark. Night had fallen in Cerrillos, and the ancient oak tree looked ominous in the moonlight. This was her old room. The one she had grown up in. Now it was her house since her parents had passed away. She was an only-child, though she had countless cousins and relatives. The house was empty and lonely. She kept the house dark and walked around the old house naked, one of the few left from the 1800’s. One window overlooked the cemetery, was Antonio Rodriguez, an alleged ancestor, dying in 1924. The only other Rodriguez there was Mary, who died being only two years old in 1943. They had died long before even her parents had been born, who had passed away after retirement in Albuquerque. The cemetery, and the train track, and the old Church, all reminded her of an interesting childhood here. Her parents had been Hispanic hippies, caught up in the 70’s with drugs and Hells Angels. They told her about how stupid they had been, and how Jesus had and the Church had saved them. But it only made Ana wonder what such an exciting life had been like. Sex, drugs, and motorcycles.

Turning on a light, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a young woman, but a woman more than a girl. Her breasts were large and heavy, though not so large as to be uncomfortable. Dark, wide areolas and big nipples. She had always been embarrassed by her nipples, and needed padded bras just to hide them.

It was Friday night. A stressful week at work ankara escort bayan as an administrator responsible for deciding who to layoff at the University of New Mexico. Five people had been let go. Five families whose lives she had disrupted. More than a few of them now hated her. Now she needed a distraction from her cold-hearted professional life. She fucked over other people, and that weighed heavily on her soul. Maybe getting fucked and used like a whore was justice?

Ana showered and shaved her legs, and trimmed her pubic hair. She wondered about shaving it. But that’s what sluts did, or porn stars. She touched her prominent clitoris, and closed her eyes as a thrill made her shudder. Then shame had its way, and she stopped.

She discovered her pussy at an early age, and became fascinated with it. She figured out how to make herself come. Then she had been caught, and beaten for it, told never to touch herself. Not only had she disobeyed, she had shaved the hair off because she loved the way it felt.

She deeply believed in God, and all the trappings of the Catholic Church. And like most Catholics, held on to deep guilt and self-hate. Father Murphy had never rid her of her guilt and self-loathing, though he had tried. The young, handsome, idealistic priest believed in a Church that did not exist. A guilt-free, impassioned, vibrant Church where sin could be overcome by willpower, and forgiveness announced daily. She had not dared confess her secret life to him, as much as she had wanted to. And being true to the rules, she refused the Eucharist and crossed her arms for a blessing. Father Murphy had tried to find out why, but had failed.

Thinking of that young priest, only ten years older than her, made her wet and horny. And those feelings of guilt and self-loathing returned. But she could not help but touch herself as she used lotion on her body, and on her anus and pussy especially. She took care of her anus well, always keeping it moisturized and healthy. She lifted one leg on the bathroom counter and lotioned one foot, and then the other. Her ass was perfect, a Jennifer Lopez ass, but in perfect proportion to her 32C breasts and figure. She was luscious and full, not thin or petite, nor fat in any way. Good legs with muscle, a flat tummy with a little baby fat, nice tits, and a round face and long black hair that fell to her waist. If she met a woman like herself, she’d want to fuck her.

It was cold, so she put on her sweater tube dress, black and frizzy and warm. It hugged her body from breasts to knees, and a coat covered her shoulders and arms. Black, high-heeled boots with fluffy faux fur cuffs, and a choker with a large turquoise stone completed her appearance. She needed no make-up. She put her glasses on, and became a sexy Latina dork.

It was 9pm by the time she walked out into the courtyard and to the car. The round stone tower of the living room was basked in a full moon. Her white Corolla chirped with the keyless entry, and she left to Madrid, where the Mineshaft Tavern awaited her. She felt nervous energy as if she were doing something naughty. Maybe she was, maybe not.

# # #

“Hey baby, you waiting for a real man?” slurred an older man in biker gear, and reeking of beer.

Ana had tried to ignore other customers at the tavern, but as she sat alone at a table waiting for Dwayne, her boss, she grew increasingly nervous. The place had gotten rowdy and loud.

“I’m waiting for a friend, thank you,” she said articulately and clearly. But these people didn’t understand articulate.

“That wasn’t my question, chica,” the stranger replied, becoming bolder and sitting down across from her. “I can tell a slut when I see one. You want to take care of your needs, sweetheart, with a real man, or what?”

Her mind wanted to tell him to go fuck off. But instead, she shook like a kitten before a wolf. The wolves were closing in. The tavern was getting rowdy, the girls drunker, and men were taking advantage of that. A few people danced to country music, and fake cowboys who owned no ranches, and fake bikers who had never been in a gang, showed bravado with just as much fakeness. She knew this, but she was still a kitten out of her element.

“Please go away,” was all she could manage to say over the loud music.

She then pretended to clean her glasses, hoping the world becoming blurry would also become less dangerous. But in putting them back on, the biker came into clarity again, looking at her with a smirk. His gray beard and bearish appearance was strangely masculine and appealing on some primal level. He was the bear among wolves, more indifferent and aloof, watching for her unique opportunities, and far more dangerous than other predators. Long gray hair fell over his black leather jacket. His wore Levis well, had a bit of a beer-belly, and heavy boots that made the wooden floor boom as he walked. He was a giant of a man, she realized. A grizzly bear, she thought.

“I’ll keep the wolves away, sweetie. But I smell who you really are. If you ever want to get laid good and hard, etimesgut escort and left satisfied, let me know. And I assure you, chica, I ain’t bragging.”

She had no idea what to say. At work, she was confident and strong. But here she was in the wild, subject to the whims of predators. She thought about carrying a gun again.

“What’s your name.”

“Please leave.”

“Sweetie, I’m not a rapist. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a little drunk. What’s your name?”

She swallowed hard.

“Ana.”

He reached over the small table to shake her hand. “I’m Tom Hardy. Pleased to meet you, ma’am. What do you do for a living, Ana?”

“I work at UNM. I just started a few months ago.”

“Ah, still on probation then,” he winked. “Graduated from there, and took a job after, huh?”

“How did you know that?”

To her surprise, It’s a Sin began playing from the Pet Shop Boys, and people cheered. It was a song that resonated with her deeply, and made her feel bold and defiant of her traditional values.

“I know the type,” he said. “Want to dance?”

“I don’t like to dance,” she lied. She danced naked all the time alone in her home. One of many guilty little pleasures.

“That’s a lie, Ana. I can tell you like this song.”

She looked at him dead on. Learn to treat people like employees, she told herself. Learn to take control over this as if this were business.

“Tom, I’m not interested in an old man with a mid-life crisis, trying to get into the panties of any female that he sniffs out. It will not happen.”

There! She found some nerve after all.

Then she felt his hand squeeze her thigh beneath the table. He had been leaning forward to hear her over the music, but his real intentions came clear. His fingers went up her inner thigh, and she froze like a rabbit. Like a cat. A fucking rabbit!

“Do you think the prey hate being food for predators?” he asked, his voice not slurring at all now. This man was some kind of devil that could read her mind! “Do you think rabbits hate being rabbits?”

She swallowed hard, squeezing her class of wine she had been nursing too tightly now.

“Or do they love the thrill of their nature, a thrill no predator could understand, or know. The raw terror of the chase, knowing what will happen if caught. You like being prey, Ana.”

Then he got up with a smirk, and a bulge in his pants that made her eyes wide. A bulge that stretched his jeans and went sideways all the way to a pocket. It had to be eight inches or longer. Her pussy immediately became wet, and then she looked down in shame.

“I think you’re not so real man is here. Farewell, Ana.”

Dwayne arrived, staring at the stranger as he walked away. He was dressed well in a leather jacket and jeans, but not pretentiously. He had blond hair and a goatee, blue eyes, and was tall and muscular.

“Why did you want to meet here?” she asked, annoyed as he sat down.

The barmaid came by, wearing a skimpy outfit he made no effort not to notice. “Pretty, huh?” he asked her.

She did not know Dwayne that well, but he had hired her and been professional and respectful. But they had never met after hours, and she wondered if she would see a side of him she did not want to know about. He was in his forties, and going through a divorce. That was a red-flag, she realized.

“I’m sorry, well I knew you would be staying in your parent’s old house in Cerrillos, so I thought this place would work. And I love the ride on my Harley.”

“I’m not a fan of bars,” she said. “But I guess it’s the only place to get a drink.”

Dwayne smiled. “You look good. I like to get to know my employees a little better. How are the layoffs going?”

His words made her blush, but since he asked about work, she felt obliged to answer.

“Uh, well, mm. Not well. A few are expected to file complaints. One in particular had been recommended for promotion last year. So the layoff now seems suspicious.”

“Jacob Turmel?”

She nodded.

“Well, I’m sure you will deal with it.”

They talked about business, and Ana drank more wine than she should have as the night continued. Dwayne was a handsome, older man, competent, confident, and she wondered if she could date him. Ethical policies at the University were vague on the matter. Employees fucked each other all the time, she had learned. But one’s boss over a younger woman was so obvious. He held power over her.

“Want to go for a ride on my bike?”

“It’s cold,” she replied, but it sounded exciting. “I’ve never rode on a motorcycle before, actually. I think I’ll pass.”

“Never? You are shitting me. No, come on then, you’ll have to try it. Besides, you can’t drive. Let me take you home.”

Shit!

“Can’t let an important administrative staff member drink and drive, now can I?”

“Ok,” she replied meekly. “Let me use the bathroom first.”

Drunker than she realized, she staggered slightly to the restrooms, brushing past some men looking her up and down and making kızılay escort catcalls. A few women, too. “Look at that ass,” one woman said, an attractive blond with intense blue eyes, all dressed in tight leather that showed off her body. “I’d lick that ass.”

Ana fled to a stall and did her business, but was frustrated. She reached down and touched herself, feeling the pubic hair and hot folds of her Latin pussy. She whimpered slightly when she touched her clitoris, and rubbed it gentle. It felt so good! It was made to be touched! Oh Lord, why would you do this to me, she asked herself desperately.

The blond that had looked her up and down, and said she would lick her ass, burst into her stall. She rose to her feet, gasping in terror and shame. The other woman stared at her with a knowing grin.

“Can’t touch yourself, huh? Allow me,” and her pale hand went beneath her dress, and down her panties. She felt the woman’s finger on her clitoris, and Ana fell into her embrace…

Ana shook herself out of the perverted fantasy with the blond, wiped herself, and went to wash her filthy hands for touching herself.

She then followed a waiting Dwayne outside to his motorcycle. She passed by Tom Hardy who winked at her on the outside balcony, and then down the steps to the dirt parking lot. Madrid was an old Western town without pretentions of modernization. Though overrun by artists and hippies since the 70’s, it still held its real identity as a gunslinger mining town.

Dwayne helped her up on his Harley just as the sexy blond walked past, admiring the bike.

“Nice ride,” the blond said.

Dwayne looked her up and down, clearly intrigued by her. “Hi there. Thank you. I’ve put a lot of work into her. Brand new motor…”

“I meant the bitch,” the blond said, looking right at her, and then walking off.

Dwayne shook his head and then smiled back at her. “Just hang on to me, and don’t fall off,” he said. He had no helmets, and she started getting frightened. “It’s only three miles, so you’ll be fine.”

# # #

Three miles was forever when it was your first time. It was also cold, so she clung to Dwayne tightly. The wine had also insidiously made her drunker than she had expected.

Her bare legs were cold, but her pussy was on fire. A man was taking her home. She would be alone with him. She wondered what she would do. She wanted to get fucked, but her upbringing and beliefs forbade it. She wanted to pull her dress down and rub her bare tits against his back, but then felt ashamed having such thoughts.

She fantasized about Dwayne taking advantage of her, of taking her against her will. Then felt ashamed for promoting rape culture! Her mind raced to plot how to give herself to him, without actually giving herself to him and committing a sin.

So she pretended to be much drunker than she was, staggering about her courtyard as he escorted her to her front door.

“You ok? I didn’t think you had drunk that much,” he asked.

“I don’t drink often (hiccup), and the ride made it (hiccup) go to my head.” The hiccups came easily. In truth, the ride had sobered her up completely. But she was desperate. “Can you help me inside? I’m dizzy. I’m so sorry, this is unprofessional.”

“You’re the most professional and articulate employee I have,” he countered. “It doesn’t help you’re so damn attractive, though.”

She was elated by the compliment, and encouraged to go on with her silly scheme.

Inside, she staggered to the bathroom and took another piss. Then she removed her panties and tossed them to the side. It was the most daring thing she could think of, going back out there dressed but with no panties. She wanted to go out there naked. She pulled her fluffy sweater tube dress down, just enough for the very tip of her areola to show. That’s all she dared to do.

Ana found Dwayne in the living room. His eyes locked on to her nearly exposed breast at once, and it lingered.

“Do you have someone who can give you a ride to your car in the morning?”

“No. Most of the (hiccup) houses are abandoned. The rodents (hiccup) are bad. So many pinche mice.”

She staggered to the couch and sat down, wanting to spread her legs, but keeping them very tightly closed instead.

“Could, um, could … you take my boots off?”

He dropped to his knees and gladly helped her get out of her boots, having to hold the back of her leg to do so. His touch sent a shiver up her spine. His eyes lingered between her legs. Could she see her pussy in the darkness beneath?

“I may have drunk more than I should have as well. Would you mind if I slept on the couch? I’ll give you a ride to your car in the morning?”

She nodded, pretending to be woozy and out of it, but excited that he would stay the night out of necessity. She knew he was not the least bit drunk. Her boss was lying to her! How far would he be willing to go?

“I can’t feel my (hiccup) arms, or legs,” she lied, flopping them around. “Could you get (hiccup) the woodstove going? Only way to get (hiccup) heat. And help me to my bed?”

He nodded, and got up to find the firewood, kindling, and got a fire going in the massive woodstove in the living room. He then helped her to her bed, and to get under the covers. It was cold in her room, but not too bad.

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