Smut Stroll - Wicked Confessions 3
She is becoming who she really is, expanding, commanding, Dominant with the Pastor, but more, so much more. 18+ NSFW
18+| NSFW | BDSM | D/s | Explicit | The Falling of a Pastor
In case you haven’t read from the beginning.
Sunday morning, and I’m looking through my closet, and I huff. I am so tired of these church dresses. I grin and pull out my outfit from last Wednesday night, after seeing the Pastor. I put on a long dark blue coat, button every button, and head out.
My thoughts flow to Wednesday and the Pastor. His submission was like dawn blooming in the east as the fire lights the sky; it was glorious, and I can’t wait to feel that again. I giggle as I wonder how he will respond to the story I have for him today.
I could barely hear his sermon as I sat in the pews with all of the other churchgoers. The words drifting off as I picture him in his office, his body heating up as I tell another experience that has changed me, shaped me. Each experience has been like threads being woven together, forming a tapestry that is just beginning to show its beauty, what it is becoming, and I know my true self will be shining through to be fully revealed very soon. I can feel it.
I blink, and the sermon is over. Once again, I don’t wait for the Pastor, and I slowly unbutton my coat, setting it aside. Of course, I’m taking a chance; someone else could enter, but no one has ever entered besides the Pastor. I chuckle, knowing no one else would dare invade his space without him here. I hear him at the door, and I stare, hands on my hips, feet slightly spread apart, and wait.
He hurries in and closes the door before turning around and locking it. I smile, but then drop it; he knows I’m here. He turns, and when his eyes light on me, I see his face go so white that he could be a ghost.
He seems frozen in place, obviously unsure what to do. “Come to me, boy, and kneel.” I purr. I’m wearing a white pirate shirt under a black leather corset-skirt combo with thigh-high black boots.
He slowly walks to a couple of feet in front of me and drops to his knees so hard I almost feel sorry for his knees, almost. I squat down in front of him and take his chin between my thumb and forefinger, and lift his gaze to mine.
“I have a story for you, Pastor, but I insist you come before me as you should be, bare and vulnerable.” I stand and back up, waiting.
He visibly swallows, and without getting up, he kicks off his shoes, pulls his tie open, pulls off his suit jacket, neatly setting it on the floor beside him, and does the same with his shirt and tie. He pulls down his pants and boxers, showing his cock is already rock hard. Lifting one knee up, pulling the pant leg off, and then the other knee as the first returns to the floor. I’m impressed he can take everything off without getting up. He knows where he belongs. He carefully places them with the rest of his clothes and reaches back to pull off his socks. Then he returns to his rightful place, on his knees, eyes to my boots.
“You are pleasing me, boy. Only one minor adjustment.” I reach into my bag and pull out a small pink piece of plastic. I then pull out the small thermos and take out a piece of ice. “Look up, boy.” I hold out what I have in my hands, and I didn’t think he could get any whiter, but he did.
“I have decided it is only fitting you wear this for me, showing who you belong to now. You do belong to me, don’t you, boy...”
It wasn’t really a question, and he knew it, but he said, “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Say it then...”
He chokes out, “I...” clears his throat, “belong to You, Ma’am.”
“Mmmmm, yes, you do.” My insides are heating up; this feeling of power is almost consuming, but I take a long, slow breath and then squat down in front of him again. “You no longer will be allowed to get hard or cum, without permission.” I take his cock in my hand and with the other, I rub the ice over the tip. He is quickly small in my hand, and I pick up the pink chastity cage and begin stuffing him into it, lock it into place, then put the key on the chain and around my neck. I hear a strangled sound come out of him, and I look at him wickedly.
“You know this is what you wanted, isn’t it... that this was destined to be. You gave your heart to the Lord, and now your body belongs to me. Don’t worry, he can still have your heart. He isn’t what you think he is. He loves us just the way we are. Every bit, no matter how wicked or twisted. And your heart is so twisted, isn’t it, boy...” I’m forcing him to look at me now, and I can see his eyes filling with tears.
“Yes...Ma’am.”
“Isn’t it so much better this way, knowing your place in this world, knowing where you belong? No need to answer, I see it in your eyes.” I fondle the cage, and he begins to grow. He gasps, and I chuckle, knowing it is getting quite uncomfortable in that tiny space. “It has been so wonderful discovering my purpose, discovering I am meant to claim you, cause you pain, and to bring you fully into yourself, to be who you really are. And you crave so much, don’t you, boy? Tell me.”
He chokes out, “Y-yes, Ma’am.”
“Good boy.” I feel him bulge further in the cage, then I drop it, and he groans.
“Now that you belong to me, you will trust I know what is best for you and will do as I say, when I say, won’t you?”
He swallows hard and nods as he says, “Yes, Ma’am, always.”
I stroke his face with the back of my hand, and he leans into it. “Good boy.”
“It is story time.” I stand up and move to sit on the couch. “Here.” I snap and point to the floor at my feet. He crawls over just as I’d hoped he would and then kneels beside my legs on the floor. I stroke my fingers through his hair.
“Last Wednesday I was quite thrilled about our beginning, and I needed a real man to fill me in a way you never could.”
The boy’s eyes became saucers, and a small whimper escaped him.
“I had gone home to change into what I am wearing now. The whole outfit had come in the mail the day before. I like that it not only ties up, but it also has a zipper on the side of the upper half. Easy to take off. I freshened my hair, making it a bit wild, darkened my red lipstick, and put on a tiny bit of blush on my cheeks. I stepped back and looked into my full-length mirror and grinned.
I headed to the bar where I met the big, burly man’s man who turned out to have a heart. I see him as soon as I enter. He’s leaning over the pool table back in the corner. Damn, he is just as big and hot as I remember. I discreetly make my way to stand near him and wait for him to notice me. It didn’t take him but a minute. He stiffened, as if he felt a shift in the room, and then his head slowly turned. When our eyes met, it felt like the whole bar went up in flames. He set his pool cue on the pool table, messing with the balls, and his partner grumbled. My man only says, “I gotta go.” He threw down several bills and walked toward me.
He towered over me. He holds out his hand, and I take it. I thought he would take me back to the restroom, but he pulls me close and leans over, whispering into my ear. “I was really hoping you would show up again. Can I take you somewhere?”
I lean into his warm body, and his scent almost overpowers me. It is all man, musky and spicy.
I try to regain my equilibrium and said, “First, tell me how often you’ve been here since we...”
He leaned in, hovered over my mouth, “Every damn night.” He growls. Then he takes my lips softly, and the fire turns into an inferno, blazing through me.
“You realize I’m complicated,” I whisper when we finally pull apart. I feel like my legs are going to give out.
“Oh, that is just one of the reasons I like you and can’t wait to unravel you to find out all of your complicatedness.” His voice is so deep and gravely that it sends shivers through me.
I let out a shaky breath. “Is it far where we’re going because I don’t think I can wait long.”
“No, ten minutes.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
He pulls me out to the parking lot and to a very large Harley. I hesitate for only a moment as he pulls a second helmet out of the large saddle bag. “You are going to need this.” He sets it on top of my head, then pulls the strap under my chin and connects it, pulling it snug. He leaves a trail of sensations everywhere his fingers touch my skin.
I have felt a lot of things, but how my body is responding to him is new. He pulls me to straddle the bike in front of him and turns it on. The vibration is mind-blowingly good between my legs. He pulls me tight against him, and I can feel his bulge pressing into me, and then we are rolling out into traffic. The feel of his arms and the vibration of the motorcycle do delicious things to my body, and a rush moves through me.
True to his word, ten minutes later, we stop at a tall building. He pulls into a parking garage, parks near the second entrance, lifts me off, takes the helmet, and shoves it back in his bag. We head through to an elevator and up to the eleventh floor. At his door, I pull on his arm and say, “I want it rough...”
The look he gave me was so hot! “You got it.” He growls.
Once through the door, he pushes me against the wall and takes my mouth hard and fast, invading me, biting my lip. He starts to untie the corset, and I push his hands out of the way, unzip the side, and he grins. “So much better.”
He’s pulling my blouse off over my head and tossing it to the chair. He squats down, carefully unzips my boots, and takes them off, setting them aside. He suddenly picks me up, and I feel strange but good. Then he’s throwing me onto the bed.
“If you don’t want me to rip those pretty panties, you’d better take them off fast.” He growls.
I pull my panties down. He is on me as soon as they are out of the way, face deep in my heat, moaning as he devours me. His tongue, mouth, and fingers are all working together, and I’m suddenly screaming as a huge orgasm explodes through me. He moves up and thrusts in before I’m even down, and I feel my body expand, rising even higher as his cock touches every part of my insides, forcing it to open further, stretching as he pushes so deep. We both moan.
“You were made for me, precious girl.” Then he took my mouth, shifted, and began grinding his body against mine, and I realized what he was doing. My sensitive clit is being reactivated as his body rubs against it and his cock pushes within me, rocking hard.
“Oh Fuck...”
“Yes, that’s it, baby girl, feel it, feel all of it.” He kissed me hard again, and his hands went between us and began twisting my nipples, and I was gone. My eyes rolled back, arching against him, screaming into his mouth as an even more intense orgasm rocked through me.
A rumbling purr moved through him, and he slowed his grinding, then he was lifting and slowly moving in and out, “You feel so good, baby girl...That first time, I was so surprised by you. And I thought there was no way this little body of yours could take me, I would have still given you pleasure, but then, I fit perfectly within you, it was beyond good.” I gasped as he went a little faster
“I know you are naughty, I know you have others, tell me, do they give you what I can?”
“Different...” I groan out as it was building, only not the same. Long, deep strokes that are driving me wild. “All different.”
“Mmmmm, you are going to have to explain later.” And he thrust faster, harder, and the first expansive, deep in my body exploded through me
“Fuck!”
“Yes, my sweet, complicated, dirty girl.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust and kept going. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
The man had more stamina than anyone I’d ever been with. He fucked me for over an hour. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. That’s never happened with just one person before. After he finally came, He rolled over and pulled me on top of him. I rested my head on his chest as we both tried to breathe. He was quiet for a while, but I could tell he wasn’t sleeping.
“I kind of have a problem. When I see something I want, I go after it. Though most of the time I don’t have to do much to get what I want.” I hear his voice rumbling through his chest. I move my head just a little, rubbing my cheek against his large pec. Everything about the man is large, but in a muscular way.
“Sometimes, couples, individuals, or once brothers. I am currently bringing a Pastor over to the dark side, but I have a feeling he’s had a dark side all along.” I whisper.
He chuckles underneath me, which surprises me. I thought he would be upset, especially at how much I’m doing and with whom.”
He kisses the top of my head. “So what you’re saying is you have an insatiable appetite, and I should prepare myself to not be your only one.”
“Well, I’d be willing to share, sometimes.”
He laughed harder. “You want to share me?”
“No, I want to share them. Do you know the term, bull? And I don’t mean the animal. I’ve been studying BDSM since I had a couple who were a Domme and a sub, and I loved it.”
“Yes, darlin’ girl, I know what a bull is and have a time or two.”
I pop my head up. “Really?”
He laughs, “Yes, why, do you want me to be your bull?”
“Not all the time, but sometimes, yes.” I put my hands on his chest and my chin on my hands, looking up at him. We just stare at each other, and I feel him growing between us again. I smirk. “Can I take it you like the idea?
“Do you think the pastor will piss himself when he sees me?”
I laugh, “Baby, I think this is going to be a beautiful partnership.”
I spent most of the night with him, but I had to get home to get ready for work. I promised I would be back. I’ve seen him every night since.
There is a light tap on the door, and I chuckle as the Pastor flinches. I stroked his hair and said, “Don’t worry, that’s just my man, he’s been waiting for me to finish the story.” I get up and say, “Stay.”
I peek as I open the door a crack just to be sure, but it is my big, beautiful man. I pull him in, close and lock the door.
The Pastor’s face was deep red now, but I didn’t pay him much attention as I pulled my man over to the couch, and I quickly pulled off my panties as I bent over the front side of the couch, putting my hands on the back of it as I heard him unbuckling and pulling his cock out. I look over my shoulder and grin at both the shocked look on Pastor’s face and that beautiful cock. “Keep your eyes on us, boy, and see what you will never have or be capable of.”
My man slammed into me in one deep stroke, making me muffle my moan. I couldn’t be too loud, unfortunately.
My body was on fire for him every day, and I still couldn’t get enough of him. I heard small whimpers beside us, but neither of us paid him any attention. It wasn’t long before he was pushing me into my first, and his fingers began playing with my clit, bringing me to another type of orgasm, and then I was riding the waves as he moved slowly, then fast, back and forth, blowing my mind into outer space. No thoughts, only feeling until he gave one last thrust, held deep, and I felt his cock throb and pulse as he groaned. We stayed there for a moment, both slowly coming back to ourselves, and then when he pulled out, I growled, “Clean me up, boy.” My man moved to the side to watch, and my boy was quicker than I expected, and he slurped and licked every bit out of me like a pro. I couldn’t be prouder. I turned and sat on the couch. “Now clean up my man.”
I saw him swallow hard, his eyes moving slowly from me to the large cock not far from his face, and then he looked up at my grinning man. He crawled closer to him, looked up into his face as his tongue came out and over the tip.
My man purred, “Good boy, keep going.”
Then my boy’s eyes closed, and he began to worship his cock. Long slow strokes with his tongue, licking every inch of it, then coming back and sucking the tip into his mouth and sucking hard. My man groaned, and his hand went to the pastor’s head. “Keep that up and I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours, and I won’t be gentle.”
The pastor’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked harder. My man looked at me, and I nodded as I grinned. I really wanted to watch this. My man took his head by both of his large hands and began pushing deeper until the pastor choked, and he pulled back just a bit.
“Have you done this before, boy?”
Pastor shook his head no around his cock. “Alright, I’ll take pity on you, but you will take more, a lot more. Breathe, and then begin swallowing, don’t stop swallowing.”
My man pushed in again slowly, and he got noticeably further before the boy choked, and my man pulled out slightly, then went again. I was enthralled. He kept doing that, making him choke, pulling out, then going a little deeper until finally my man groaned. “Yes, such a good boy.” He held him there a moment, then pulled most of the way out, letting him breathe, then went all the way in again. “You learn fast, boy.” He groans, and the boy hums around the fat cock in his mouth.
“I’m going to speed up now, take a few deep breaths, and hold on. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
My man held tight to the boy’s head and thrust fast and long strokes in and out. Drool was dripping off his cock and down the boy’s chin. Tears overflowed the boy’s eyes, his face deep red. I was filled with a sense of pride in both of them as I watched and felt heat growing inside of me. This is right, this is perfect, I finally found what I needed deep inside of me. To have these two together. Both pleasing me in different ways, but so divinely.
My man grunted as he thrust into his mouth and throat one last time and slowly milked himself fully into his mouth.
“Well done, boy.” My man murmured. “You did that quite well, for your first time, your Ma’am has every right to be proud.” He pulled his cock out, and my boy turned to see that I was smiling at him.
“You did well, boy, I am proud of you.”
Such relief on the boy’s face.
I looked down and saw long streams of cum dripping out of his cage. “You’d better clean that up.” I saw him hesitate only a moment, then reach down and begin twirling his fingers in the streams and bring them to his mouth, licking them off, and kept going until he had it all.
“The floor too.”
He didn’t hesitate as he leaned over and licked the floor clean.
My man pulled me over and onto his lap. “Your boy seems to thrive now that he knows his place.”
“Yes, he does, doesn’t he...” I curled into my man.
“And you… have you found your place?” He asked me as he kissed the top of my head, as the boy scooted closer, once again on his knees, and leaned against my man’s knee because my legs were on the couch. My man reached down and stroked his hair for a moment, then wrapped it back around me.
“Mmmmmm, yes, I have.”
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Not really into the last half, but finished anyway - that's how you know you wrote a good story. Loved the first half... hell, I loved this whole trio. Very 🔥
Bloody hell.
This story.....I'm gonna be whimpering under a cold shower for a bit if You need anything.
Absolutely captivating stuff Ma'am.