Wicked Confessions 2
18+ NSFW - She knows what she wants and what she wants is the Pastor.
18+ | NSFW | BDSM | D/s | Explicit | Naughty in Church | Leading Pastor astray | Corrupting the Pastor
It all begins here!
I had bought myself a new dress, almost exactly like the other one, but dark purple with a white collar. This time I’m wearing my black lace bra and panties. It feels so naughty knowing I am wearing them under this prim dress, especially in church.
All through bible study, Pastor avoided looking my way, and I couldn’t help but grin. I knew he probably thought that if he looked at me, he would imagine me sucking on his cock and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting hard.
Afterward, Annie May kept going on and on and on, talking to Pastor about the upcoming festival and everything needed for it. I wanted to scream, but decided on a different course. I walked past them, smiled, and didn’t stop. His eyes were the only thing that responded as he listened to Annie May. I think he was pleading with me to stay. I just kept going.
Sunday came around, and I was feeling so naughty that I had to cum twice before I could get ready. The story I had to tell him is so delicious, and I’ve been thinking about what happened at the bar after I left the church on Wednesday night. I can’t wait to see his response.
I sat about halfway back and toward the middle, with my legs crossed and my hands clasped in my lap. When he stepped out and to the podium, he cleared his throat, and as he looked out at all of us, I saw his relief when he saw me. No one else would have noticed because it was the barest change in his breathing, but I had been watching for it. I smiled politely, and his eyes continued to move over the crowded pews.
After the sermon, which I swear, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened on Wednesday night. I felt deep rushes through me every time he cleared his throat, which he did periodically, and it reminded me of how uncomfortable he becomes when I’m telling him my stories, or as he calls them, my sins. I have to suppress a giggle. I don’t want to offend these upstanding churchgoers. I briefly looked around and wondered how many of them were closeted kinksters. The suppressed seem to have more kinks than those who, like me, have no moral problem getting what I want and what I want right now, which is the handsome Pastor.
After the sermon, I didn’t wait for him; I headed to his office. I was surprised to find it unlocked. A thrill moved through me to be in his space without him here. I sat at his desk, curious what was important enough to be on it. There was a snow globe of the Eiffel Tower. I picked it up, and it read, “I miss you, brother. Jonathan” Ooooh, he has a brother. I couldn’t help but wonder what fantasies the Pastor had about his brother since he became the most excited about the brother I told him about. Things to think about. Nothing else on his desk was personal, and I wasn’t going to snoop in his drawers. There are some lines I won’t cross. I chuckled. Not many, but I won’t cross them.
I got up and was sitting down on the couch when he walked in. He stopped short when he saw me, and then I saw his shoulders lower as he let out a breath. Oh yes, the good Pastor was pleased to see me.
“I thought you had gone home.” He cleared his throat again, and damn if I didn’t feel another gush as my belly did all kinds of acrobatic impossibilities.
I smiled and said slowly, “Really... I wouldn’t miss our Sunday afternoon, Pastor.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but he pulled his lips in and then let them back out as he sat in his overstuffed chair.
“Alright then, what...” He cleared his throat. “Sins do you need to share with the Lord and me today?”
His eyes traveled down as I hadn’t crossed my legs and my skirt had ridden up my thighs just enough that I could only imagine he could see my lacy, black underwear.” His lips parted, he seemed to stop breathing, then he shook himself slightly and looked back up into my eyes, acting as if nothing had happened. He didn’t even seem embarrassed that I had caught him looking.
I noticed his bible wasn’t in his lap this time. Very interesting.
“First, before I tell you what I did on Wednesday night because you weren’t available...”
He opened his mouth as if to explain and then stopped himself. I smirked and continued. “Did you think about me, Pastor? And my sins?”
There was a crack in his composure. Yes, he had.
“No need to answer. As I was saying, on Wednesday, you weren’t available, so I found myself at that same bar again. After all, I discovered quite the interesting people there and thought I might again, and I was feeling so needy.” My bottom lip came out, and I watched as he watched my mouth.
“This time I saw such a cute couple, I mean, I’ve never seen such a cute couple, and I couldn’t help but stare. The woman smiled at me and motioned for me to come over to the table. She asked if I would like a drink, and when I said yes, she ordered for me a Long Island Iced Tea. Now, I’ve never had one of those before, and I’d heard they could be quite potent, so I sipped at it really slowly. She did most of the talking; he sat there smiling and nodding when appropriate, but mostly keeping his eyes down. I thought that was strange until she said, “He is my submissive; he does whatever I tell him to do.” I was fascinated. I’d never heard of a man doing what a woman wants all the time like that. She asked me if I would like him to service me. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but her beautiful smile had me nodding my head yes. Oh, Pastor, I had no idea, and as much as I should feel shame about it, I cannot regret what happened that night.
