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I heard that in a song somewhere. After we took our place in the pews, the preacher came out and started the service. This preacher was young, and cute. I wondered if he was married. Suddenly church got interesting. I loved the sound of his voice when he talked, and I liked the fire in his eyes when he preached.

A silent voice inside my head told me that I wanted to meet him. I told my mother that I was going to hang around after the service ended, and she left for home without me.

Pastor Kenny was greeting and speaking with his congregation as they were leaving the church. I waited patiently until the last parishioners went by, then I stepped up to him and smiled. Are you a regular attendee? Being new here I am having a hard time putting names to faces. His eyes were like dark pools of mystery, hinting at hidden depths and secrets.

As dark as they were, there was fire underneath. I had seen it during his sermon, and I saw it again, up close. His hands around mine felt good. His hands were warm and gentle, yet I could feel his strength through them as well. The moment when I would ordinarily have expected him to release my hand came and went, and he continued to hold it.

So I simply surrendered to the simple pleasure of letting him hold my hand for however long it lasted. His stare brought a tingle between my legs, and that little voice inside my head began forming an idea.

Right now I have to make some visitations. If you would like to come by, we can talk at length about it. What were you talking about? By the way he held my hand, and the intensity of his gaze, the way he glanced at my cleavage…yes, he was definitely getting through to me. I was wearing jeans and a knit top, looking very casual. But on the drive over, I pulled into a secluded alley and put my plan into action.

I replaced the jeans with a very short, flouncy skirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs. Skimming out of the knit top, I unhooked and discarded my bra, and went braless under a tightly cropped t-shirt that revealed my midriff and the shimmering diamond pinned to my navel. The deep V of the front revealed a generous portion of my cleavage, and there was no way of hiding the pert of my nipples under its thin material. I was already wearing my sheer thigh-highs topped with lacy borders which ended several inches below the hem of my abbreviated skirt, exposing a nice expanse of creamy white skin.

Lastly, I traded my sandals for a pair of five-inch open-toe pumps. Checking my look in the mirror, I nodded with satisfaction. My soft silky hair framed my pretty face and draped softly over my shoulders. My nipples, already hard from the excitement of what I was doing, tented the jersey fabric enticingly.

Finally, I added a light raincoat that covered down to my knees. Even though the sky was sunny that day, I needed to hide my seductive garb from any casual eyes that might see me walking from the car to the church. Taking a deep breath to settle my nerves, I pulled back onto the main road and proceeded to the church. Wrapping the raincoat tightly around me, I walked quickly to the church. I was relieved to see that there were nobody in the church as I walked through it on my way to the office in the back.

After I walked past the alter and into the darkened hallway, I doffed the raincoat and slung it over my arm. Ready at last, I took a deep breath and knocked. I turned the knob and swung the door open. The office, which I had never seen before, was walled with dark cherry wood. The walls had a few religious pictures on them, along with a crucifix.

There was a bookshelf filled with spiritual volumes, a desk and two side chairs. And that was all. I pulled the nearest chair slightly further from the desk, draping the raincoat over the back of the other. I sat on the front edge of the chair and reclined a little, allowing my bare thighs to extend out, though keeping my knees together.

The young preacher looked up from his papers and blinked. And then there was a period of silence, and awkwardness for the lack of words as the silence stretched. If he found me simply amusing and nothing more, I would be deeply embarrassed for acting so foolishly. But I had to know. I opened my legs just slightly.

Instead, he slowly rose from his chair and walked out from behind his desk, and leaning his butt against the edge, he faced me squarely. A slow, sly, lustful smile curled his lips as his eyes leered. From my forward position his crotch was no more than a foot from my face, and at the same level. The voice inside my head grew louder, filling my thoughts with temptation. I felt the hard beating of my heart inside my chest, the blood heating in my veins. Without taking my eyes from his, I slowly reached forward and ran my hand along the outside of his thigh, from knee to hip.

He remained silent as my hand covered his warm bulge. His only response was a short, sharp intake of breath when my fingers glided over it. With my eyes still on his I slowly caressed his length through his pants, from tip to root, and back again. I felt it stiffen to my touch. Trying hard to conceal my excitement, I reached for his belt, pulling out the tongue, then unhooking the buckle, then pulling it open, all in slow motion, watching his face the entire time.

I continued by unbuttoning the waistband, grabbing the tab of the zipper, and slowly pulling it all the way down. Spreading the flaps apart gave my dainty hand access to reach in and caress his hardening penis through the cotton material of his boxers. I stroked it while gently squeezing his shaft. I moved my hand up and under the elastic of his shorts until I encountered the warm, smooth, rounded flesh that was his member.

I ran my fingers along its length, then pulled his boxers down his hips, fully exposing his erection that swayed gently in front of my eyes. I felt a certain excitement coming from a man of God showing me his carnal nature. He was breaking all the rules…for me. Without prompting, I leaned forward and licked the ridge of his cock slowly all around, flicking my tongue to catch the briny pearl of pre-cum now glistening at the tip.

I continued the circuit of bobbing my head, gliding my lips further and further down the smooth, raw flesh of his cock as I myself was feeling raw all over. He was enjoying it, which encouraged me to suck and lick in earnest, bobbing up and down along the top third of his shaft and every once in a while drawing it deeply towards the back of my throat.

He remained motionless for a few minutes, obviously enjoying what I was doing, then he bent forward at the waist and inserted his hands down inside the top of my t-shirt where it gapped, forcing it to gape even farther as his hands worked their way down the outer edges and underneath my breasts. I moaned with my mouth full of cock when he cupped and stroked and squeezed my firm pliant orbs of flesh with the hard little gumdrops of my nipples pressing against his palms.

It was my turn to gasp through my nose as his thumbs and fingers found my stiff little nubs, pinching and plucking and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. After a time of titties-play and knob-gobbling, he withdrew his hands from my shirt, put them under my armpits, and lifted me up onto my feet. He sent you to me, to tempt me into that sinful abyss of lust with you. His tongue pushed between my lips and teeth to tangle with my own.

His other hand dropped and reached under my skirt, finding my wet pussy shielded by the thin silk of my thong. He stroked and massaged my sex through the wet silk, locating and pressing the swollen bud of my clit.

He broke the kiss and pulled back a little. You need to be…severely chastised. Turn around, you little slut. He took hold of my shoulders, bending me over his tidy desk. As I supported myself with my hands flat on his desktop, he flicked my skirt up over my ass to rest on my lower back. I felt his hand run across the firm, smooth cheeks of my ass and pluck at the tiny string that issued from between my legs to join the equally tiny string that encircled my waist.

His palm glided tenderly over the tight skin of my ass. I bit my lower lip and looked at him over my shoulder. With each blow, I jerked forward a little and gasped. When my cheeks reddened, he ran his hand smoothly across my stinging ass, caressing, soothing. The thought of fucking this preacher right here in his church was so deliciously wicked and hot that I could already feel myself on the verge of orgasm.

Show me what I must do. He slid easily as my juices saturated it. I wanted his cock inside my pussy, and more and more as he continued to rub. I bent down further, arching my ass to give him a better angle, and reached between my legs to catch his throbbing cock and guide it into my pussy. Are you humble, Gina? My pussy easily conformed to the size and shape of his cock when he bottomed out.

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I heard that in a song somewhere. After we took our place in the pews, the preacher came out and started the service. This preacher was young, and cute. I wondered if he was married. Suddenly church got interesting. I loved the sound of his voice when he talked, and I liked the fire in his eyes when he preached. A silent voice inside my head told me that I wanted to meet him.

I told my mother that I was going to hang around after the service ended, and she left for home without me. Pastor Kenny was greeting and speaking with his congregation as they were leaving the church. I waited patiently until the last parishioners went by, then I stepped up to him and smiled. Are you a regular attendee? Being new here I am having a hard time putting names to faces.

His eyes were like dark pools of mystery, hinting at hidden depths and secrets. As dark as they were, there was fire underneath. I had seen it during his sermon, and I saw it again, up close.

His hands around mine felt good. His hands were warm and gentle, yet I could feel his strength through them as well. The moment when I would ordinarily have expected him to release my hand came and went, and he continued to hold it. So I simply surrendered to the simple pleasure of letting him hold my hand for however long it lasted. His stare brought a tingle between my legs, and that little voice inside my head began forming an idea.

Right now I have to make some visitations. If you would like to come by, we can talk at length about it. What were you talking about? By the way he held my hand, and the intensity of his gaze, the way he glanced at my cleavage…yes, he was definitely getting through to me. I was wearing jeans and a knit top, looking very casual.

But on the drive over, I pulled into a secluded alley and put my plan into action. I replaced the jeans with a very short, flouncy skirt that barely covered the tops of my thighs. Skimming out of the knit top, I unhooked and discarded my bra, and went braless under a tightly cropped t-shirt that revealed my midriff and the shimmering diamond pinned to my navel.

The deep V of the front revealed a generous portion of my cleavage, and there was no way of hiding the pert of my nipples under its thin material. I was already wearing my sheer thigh-highs topped with lacy borders which ended several inches below the hem of my abbreviated skirt, exposing a nice expanse of creamy white skin.

Lastly, I traded my sandals for a pair of five-inch open-toe pumps. Checking my look in the mirror, I nodded with satisfaction. My soft silky hair framed my pretty face and draped softly over my shoulders. My nipples, already hard from the excitement of what I was doing, tented the jersey fabric enticingly. Finally, I added a light raincoat that covered down to my knees. Even though the sky was sunny that day, I needed to hide my seductive garb from any casual eyes that might see me walking from the car to the church.

Taking a deep breath to settle my nerves, I pulled back onto the main road and proceeded to the church. Wrapping the raincoat tightly around me, I walked quickly to the church. I was relieved to see that there were nobody in the church as I walked through it on my way to the office in the back. After I walked past the alter and into the darkened hallway, I doffed the raincoat and slung it over my arm. Ready at last, I took a deep breath and knocked. I turned the knob and swung the door open.

The office, which I had never seen before, was walled with dark cherry wood. The walls had a few religious pictures on them, along with a crucifix. There was a bookshelf filled with spiritual volumes, a desk and two side chairs.

And that was all. I pulled the nearest chair slightly further from the desk, draping the raincoat over the back of the other. I sat on the front edge of the chair and reclined a little, allowing my bare thighs to extend out, though keeping my knees together.

The young preacher looked up from his papers and blinked. And then there was a period of silence, and awkwardness for the lack of words as the silence stretched. If he found me simply amusing and nothing more, I would be deeply embarrassed for acting so foolishly.

But I had to know. I opened my legs just slightly. Instead, he slowly rose from his chair and walked out from behind his desk, and leaning his butt against the edge, he faced me squarely.

A slow, sly, lustful smile curled his lips as his eyes leered. From my forward position his crotch was no more than a foot from my face, and at the same level. The voice inside my head grew louder, filling my thoughts with temptation. I felt the hard beating of my heart inside my chest, the blood heating in my veins. Without taking my eyes from his, I slowly reached forward and ran my hand along the outside of his thigh, from knee to hip.

He remained silent as my hand covered his warm bulge. His only response was a short, sharp intake of breath when my fingers glided over it. With my eyes still on his I slowly caressed his length through his pants, from tip to root, and back again. I felt it stiffen to my touch. Trying hard to conceal my excitement, I reached for his belt, pulling out the tongue, then unhooking the buckle, then pulling it open, all in slow motion, watching his face the entire time.

I continued by unbuttoning the waistband, grabbing the tab of the zipper, and slowly pulling it all the way down. Spreading the flaps apart gave my dainty hand access to reach in and caress his hardening penis through the cotton material of his boxers. I stroked it while gently squeezing his shaft. I moved my hand up and under the elastic of his shorts until I encountered the warm, smooth, rounded flesh that was his member.

I ran my fingers along its length, then pulled his boxers down his hips, fully exposing his erection that swayed gently in front of my eyes. I felt a certain excitement coming from a man of God showing me his carnal nature. He was breaking all the rules…for me. Without prompting, I leaned forward and licked the ridge of his cock slowly all around, flicking my tongue to catch the briny pearl of pre-cum now glistening at the tip.

I continued the circuit of bobbing my head, gliding my lips further and further down the smooth, raw flesh of his cock as I myself was feeling raw all over. He was enjoying it, which encouraged me to suck and lick in earnest, bobbing up and down along the top third of his shaft and every once in a while drawing it deeply towards the back of my throat. He remained motionless for a few minutes, obviously enjoying what I was doing, then he bent forward at the waist and inserted his hands down inside the top of my t-shirt where it gapped, forcing it to gape even farther as his hands worked their way down the outer edges and underneath my breasts.

I moaned with my mouth full of cock when he cupped and stroked and squeezed my firm pliant orbs of flesh with the hard little gumdrops of my nipples pressing against his palms.

It was my turn to gasp through my nose as his thumbs and fingers found my stiff little nubs, pinching and plucking and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.

After a time of titties-play and knob-gobbling, he withdrew his hands from my shirt, put them under my armpits, and lifted me up onto my feet. He sent you to me, to tempt me into that sinful abyss of lust with you. His tongue pushed between my lips and teeth to tangle with my own.

His other hand dropped and reached under my skirt, finding my wet pussy shielded by the thin silk of my thong. He stroked and massaged my sex through the wet silk, locating and pressing the swollen bud of my clit. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little. You need to be…severely chastised. Turn around, you little slut. He took hold of my shoulders, bending me over his tidy desk. As I supported myself with my hands flat on his desktop, he flicked my skirt up over my ass to rest on my lower back.

I felt his hand run across the firm, smooth cheeks of my ass and pluck at the tiny string that issued from between my legs to join the equally tiny string that encircled my waist. His palm glided tenderly over the tight skin of my ass. I bit my lower lip and looked at him over my shoulder. With each blow, I jerked forward a little and gasped. When my cheeks reddened, he ran his hand smoothly across my stinging ass, caressing, soothing.

The thought of fucking this preacher right here in his church was so deliciously wicked and hot that I could already feel myself on the verge of orgasm. Show me what I must do. He slid easily as my juices saturated it. I wanted his cock inside my pussy, and more and more as he continued to rub. I bent down further, arching my ass to give him a better angle, and reached between my legs to catch his throbbing cock and guide it into my pussy.

Are you humble, Gina? My pussy easily conformed to the size and shape of his cock when he bottomed out.

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