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Sex to die forIt had started with the scent of lilacs. They were sweet and enticing and somehow eroticPastor Jim had denied the accusations from the start of the girl who had wandered into the church that morning. But when she pulled out her laptop, went to the site where he frequented, pulled up the user ID that he used and started naming people in the congregation and linking them to the names of people in his stories he knew he was in trouble. He told her he did not have much money, and that was true. Really all he had was his reputation and his health and she held the former in the palm of her hand.Then she announced that she wanted the latter as well. She wanted to fuck him all over the church building. She wanted him to do the kinds of sordid things that he wrote about. She wanted to do things to him that he did not even write about!She told him to strip and she began taking her clothes off right there in his office just a few steps from the 125 year old sanctuary of the small rural church, out in the middle of a bunch of cornfields in Ohio. Their cars were both parked behind the building and since his wife had died a few years before, he had taken to coming to church late at night anyway. Usually he came to seek forgiveness for publishing another pornographic story or going to the city to fuck a prostitute or a woman that thought he was a sales executive.She was about five and a half feet tall, maybe 25 years old, with a thin build and small tits that nipples like tight pink baby roses on their fronts. He knew that a single prick from this thorny flower would kill him! She looked at him and told him to get naked or she would tell the world what he did for fun on Tuesday night. He knew what she meant. He stood up and disrobed.There was something oddly familiar about her.Reaching into the outer pocket of her computer bag, she pulled out a wide leather collar that she wrapped around his neck and then she locked it closed before fastening a chrome plated leash to it. The pastor covered his privates. When not erect, he was embarrassed by how small his package was. He did not know which would be worse: her seeing him small and flaccid or large and hard.She told him to simply call her Mistress and he had automatically replied, “Yes Mistress.” She had smiled and told him that was not so hard. Then she picked up the second bag and leaving her clothes and computer in his study, she led him through the church and to the platform where he preached.She then crawled into the pulpit and pulled him up to it like he was preaching. When she told him to preach to the empty darkened room, he did not know what to say. A few more threats were made and then he began to preach the sermon from the previous Sunday.He felt her forearms on his bare thighs and then her long thin fingers wrapping around the base of his cock and squeezing as fingernails traced lightly over his heavy scrotum. It had been days since he had cum in the privacy of the parsonage bathroom. His need was heavy. Her fingers talented. In no time he could feel himself lengthening and then he looked down at the non-existent notes on the pulpit and saw her aiming his hard phallus at her painted lips! She told him to keep preaching before he realized he had stopped.His long dick now fully erect slid deep into the mouth that felt like it was heated by the fires of hell itself. If the road to hell is lined with pleasure, her tongue was a super highway! It snaked out and tempted the dangling fruit that hung in the middle of his limbs as his snake grew and worked into her throat whispering, “Surely you won’t die!”He was coming to both the climax of his sermon and one of a much more personal nature. His legs were trembling. Even as a young man he had hated trying to beat off standing up. It was just difficult to cum standing…. This time though, there was no difficulty as the fallen angel crouched before him coaxed from his deepest darkest dreams his sins of lust and want! He exploded in her mouth and slammed his fists on the pulpit so hard he feared he my splinter it into kindling! She did not let go but continued to drive him on, as if sucking the very marrow out of him!When she pushed him back she stood and spit cum and saliva into his face and told him not to wipe it away. She picked up her bag and pulled out a contraption that he could not make out at first: all black straps, silver buckles and a flat black leather base. She stepped into the harness and his heart skipped a beat as she reached back into the bag and pulled out a very lifelike looking rubber dick and slid it into the big o-ring on the black leather base and then she pulled it up over her hips and tightened the straps.He begged her not to do what he bornova escort was afraid she wanted, but she laughed at him. She led him down onto the floor to the kneeling bench and had him kneel on the padding. She lubed the rubber dong with the spit and cum from his face and then told him to open up and coat it even more thoroughly with his mouth.She got him up and led him to the front pew and had him kneel facing the back of the church. She slapped his ass and laughed at his sniveling. She told him to spread his ass cheeks. He begged her not to do this to him, that he had never had anything put up his butt sexually. She yanked him back so that he felt her hard nipples pressed into his shoulder blades. She told him just because he had never had it done did not mean he had not dreamed of it and would not love it! He whimpered, feeling as if she had seen his dirtiest fantasy.She shoved him back forward and put the tip of the rubber cock at the center of his brown hole. She told him to take a really deep breath, and then to blow it out. As he blew out his breath, she shoved in the white rubber until the entire fat round head had popped into his ass. The Pastor cried out and grabbed firmly on the back of the pew, his eyes clenched as tears ran down his cheeks. Then he felt himself push back further onto the shaft and heard the giggle of the demon behind him!It took several minutes, but when she curled her body to conform to his and her hands reached across his chest and began clawing at his flesh and pinching and twisting his nipples, he could do nothing but try and pull even more of her fake phallus into him! He could not help himself!Her fingers cut furrows down his torso and he groaned with the realization that the sensation of shoving that huge rubber dick back and forth over his prostate had him hard again and her mocking fingers were about to discover that humiliating truth.She grabbed his dick, still slick from her earlier attentions and she began stroking him as she also started vigorously pounding her white petite hips into his butthole over and over again like a woman possessed! She was telling him all of the wicked secrets of the women in his congregation. There were several she claimed fantasized they were fucking him as they laid beneath their husbands. One of the deacons secretly wanted to do to him exactly what she was doing to him. He also wanted to fill the pastor’s mouth and throat with his thick white bubbly man cum and often came while fantasizing about the preacher.He was so near cumming once again, when she pulled out of him and turned him around. She d**g him back up the steps and had him sit with his quivering erection on the top step of the platform and lay backward over the carpeted steps. His head was on the floor. She mounted him from above. She pushed his knees toward his shoulders. His raging need was pointed now at his face! “Cum down your own throat. Suck your own sermon down, preacher! While looking up at your ideal perfection, cum all over yourself and eat your own jizz!!”He looked up at her. Her perfect features, her sky blue eyes, accentuated by the dark makeup from which they seared his soul. Her full lips seemed to draw him into her. Her high cheekbones, long neck the soft gossamer blonde hair that fell all around her face and shoulders… the small perfect round breasts capped with nipples that rose and fell as she thrust her hips into her. Visions of her incredible thigh-gap filled his mind. He had lusted for her, even as she led him naked out of his office into here.He suddenly realized he was stroking his cock and drops of his impending explosion were dripping like silver threads from the slit at the end of his dick down and across his lips. He realized with a shudder that his mouth was open and he was enjoying the flavor of his own sperm. He wondered if the sperm from other men tasted so good?She was smiling down at him, licking her own lips. Her hands were squeezing her small breasts and mother’s milk was spraying out in fine fountains from her nipples. The tightness of her breasts had caused other bumps around the nipple to appear and he could hear them calling out to him to come and taste her! Feel her hot flesh on his lips like a coal of fire! Drink of her lust and passion and be filled with pleasure and rapture the kind of which they never discussed in seminary!One of her hands dropped and began to squeeze his balls. He could feel the volcanic build of pressure within him increasing to the point that it was not a matter any longer of ‘if’ but ‘when’ he exploded. She was leaning over him, crying “yes!, yes! That is it!!”The orgasm surpassed anything he had ever before experienced! It blinded escort bornova him as the first globs landed on the bridge of his nose and splattered into his eyes. The rest all hit its mark, scalding his throat as he heard someone screaming. He suddenly felt as if he was choking on the thick white seed of his sin as he pumped it from mere inches away into his own mouth that was all too greedy! He shuddered.The bed was soaked with his sweat. The sheet was soaked and plastered to his hips as he came awake with a start. “It was just a dream.” He said out loud into the darkened bedroom of the parsonage. His heart was pounding and the things he had been shown were so vivid in his mind that even now, lying there alone in the dark, it was hard to convince himself that it had been nothing more than a dream.He rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed. He needed to change the sheets. He had never before, even as a teen made so much of a mess of his bed. It shook him. It shook him to realize the things that he had been so excited about. He knew the truth of them and that scared him even more.He got up to go to the bathroom and then he smelled it. The scent of lilacs, coming in from the hall. Slowly he turned and he saw her there. Naked as before. He felt her pull lightly on something in her hand and he felt something at his throat tighten. He put his fingers to his throat and found he indeed still had a collar fastened there. “Who are you? How are you here, in my house?”“Do you really not remember? You invited me to come with you. You accepted my collar. I gave you pleasure and showed you things beyond your ability to know. But you tried to leave before you fulfilled what you owe to me! I demand my price, and I demand it now!”He walked toward where she stood in the darkness of the hallway. The moment he stepped into the hallway and stood before her, the walls of the house spun away and he was in the cemetery behind the church. He landed with a thud that seemed to drive the breathe from his lungs. He was lying face up on a grave. It was the grave of a young woman he had fancied since she had first come with her grandparents ten years earlier. She had been precocious. Then she had been flirtations. In her later teens she had been rebellious and in the last couple of years she had turned dangerous. She had died a week earlier. They had only had the funeral the day before.She had been blonde, almost white haired. She had had beautiful, delicate features and sky blue eyes.As he lay there in the loose soil fingers seemed to pull him down into the mud as the light rain fell on his naked body. He tried to wipe the rain off of his face, but fingers reached up from beneath him and held him down. Other fingers and hands began to touch other parts of him in the most lewd and macabre ways.Then she was over him, smiling down at him. “I gave you pleasure, more than you have ever known. Now, you will drink from me and pleasure me!”Her feet were on either side of his face and it felt as if his head was set in concrete. He looked up and saw every crease of her sex, every fold of her labia. He could see the moist pink center that pulled at him. He could see above that a small dark dot and above that not quite an inch of her excited clitoral stem pushing aside the hood of flesh that kept her hidden and protected. The light pink tender bud was there, so beautiful and pristine. He was hungry for it and opened his mouth for it.The golden river flowed out of the small darker hole. Warm, salty, it stung his eyes and filled his mouth and nose. He had no choice. He had to swallow the burning urine as she cooed above him and whispered words of encouragement to drink from her fount. Drink and be rejuvenated! He drank to keep from drowning at first. Then he drank out of desire!When she had finished she lowered herself further and grabbed him by his soaked hair and thrust his face into her pussy. She told him in the most foul language to lick and suck her fucking wet cunt and to prepare her for the gift of his cum! His tongue explored and stretched deeply into her in ways that he knew were impossible and yet he soaked in every lurid detail of her womb, as his tongue thrust into her to the point that he felt her cervix and the tight closure that seemed to proclaim to him it would only open if he were able to incite within it lust deeper than all who had come before.Slowly, he swirled his tongue through the deepest parts of her womb and as he discovered places where she responded, he probed them to find the ultimate manner in which to please the beautiful gargoyle crouched above him.Her flesh began to glow from within as if the alabaster nature of her was somehow bornova escort bayan burning from within! As his tongue ignited fires of need and lust within them both, it seemed to fan into life things long ago locked away! When the length of his tongue felt the walls of her vagina begin to ripple and undulated with need, he pulled his tongue back out of her. She let out a sharp cry; a cry of frustrated need!Then he wrapped her clit in his lips and lightly began stroking her sensitive flesh as he sucked and nibbled on her cunt! She was holding his face to her sex and rocking back and forth against him as if to find the secret alchemy by which he could be transformed and pushed face first into her.The pastor’s face once again was flooded and he sank further into the grave this time, the thick orgasmic juices of her pleasure flooded down over his mouth, chin and nose, and running into his eyes and ears. All he could sense was the desire to send her pleasure ever higher. It was all he knew, it was all he ever cared to know about again!She dropped his head and the many fingers beneath him eagerly pulled him down into the freshly turned soil. He could not move. He could not see, hear, or speak. All he could do was feel. He felt a hand wrap around his cock. It was impossible. He had not had three erections in a day since the first year of his marriage to his wife more than 25 years ago! Yet not only could he feel his stiff cock, as the hands slid over his flesh, up and down it, he realized it had to have become impossibly huge! There were at least four pairs of hands stroking his cock, all at the same time and there was so much flesh for them to pleasure, lick, kiss and bite.He recognized the touch of his wife now dead and buried in the ground not far to the east. The bold, scratching touch of his first lover, a woman twice his age and then some when he was yet in his teens. Her fingernails raked his flesh. The touch of his mother. She had done unspeakable things to him before he had even been old enough to know it was wrong. She had called it her special good night kisses. He had thought it the most wonderful expression of love ever! And now he felt it once again.As well as the fingers of the woman, upon whose grave he now lay trapped and helpless. Her touch was as lifeless as was her body. She was just doing it to get money. He was just another john to her. She was just another prostitute to him. Until she had called him by name. She had known him! She had recognized him.He felt her spirit lowering herself upon his cock. It was ripping her flesh and yet she laughed. She laughed as she had laughed that night when he had looked down at the woman he had paid for and she announced that she indeed did know him. She laughed as she had when she saw the recognition on her face. She had attended the church with her saintly grandparents!His cock was sliding up into her body. She was tight. She was filled with fire, and she was the very definition of pleasure and pain sending thunderbolts through his body as she began to screw him.His mind screamed that it could not possibly be! He had told her he would pay her to be quiet. She had gotten in his car with him, certain she was going to be rewarded. He smashed her head into the passenger window twice, knocking her u*********s.She was shaking now as the orgasms of being filled so soon after such an intense orgasm as he had given her moments before. It made him remember how she had twitched in the seat as he drove to the lake. He had pulled off in a spot he used when he went fishing. His car would not be noticed there. He had then carried her to the beach and closer up the way to a part of the lake where security cameras watched the parking lots. He had taken her out there and held her under the water and had shoved a stick into her vagina to wash away all evidence….He was the one now drowning. She was on top of him, beating on him with her fists as he thrust over and over again into her. Out of her was pouring water from the lake. Out of her and into him. He was dying. He was cumming intensely and drowning.The cemetery grounds man found him two days later. He was naked and lying face up on her grave. The coroner declared it to be a heart attack and offered no speculation as to what may have led the man of God to wander out into the graveyard and lie down on the grave naked.There were many rumors, but the case was closed. Declared to be a tragic accident.He was buried, two graves over from where he had been found. It was a plot, owned by the church. Donated by Mrs. Jones 35 years earlier. She had only said that she did it to atone for some despicable things she had done…and might yet do again. Many thought it fitting that an overgrown Lilac bush would give him shade for eternity.*****************************Was it good for you? Did you see it happening? Was the story good? Did you like the preacher…. I know you liked the picture!!! Leave me a vote and a comment if you will. I appreciate your support!!!

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