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The Reverend

They say you can't go home again, but they don't say you have to keep your sorry ass in a place that makes you miserable. So, in a fit of overdue pique, I packed what would fit in my car and left. Just left, leaving behind a job I despised, an apartment I detested, and a boyfriend I'd happily shoot. I drove. Just drove, in a more-or-less straight line east. I'd had it with cities, urban sprawl, urban decay, urban this, urban that. I wanted fresh air and no stress. I was running away from home, and I wanted to run somewhere nice. I found a nice little town, with a nice little coffee shop, a nice little church...a nice little everything. The quiet was very, very loud until I got used to it. I traded in the California look for the small town calico dress and sensible shoes, and went looking for a job. It was either the hash house, the mini mart, or the church. I went to the church. I have absolutely no idea why.

On the outside, it looked like any other small town church. White. Very, very white. Nice lawn, big trees, flowers. On the inside, it looked like all hell had broken loose. Three phones were ringing, the desk was buried under paper, and a man in a clerical collar was having a nervous breakdown. I grabbed the phone, looked around fast and managed to say "First Methodist" with the right amount of conviction. Luckily, the answers to the questions were supplied by posters on the wall. When I hung up, the man in the clerical collar stared at me, open mouthed. I stared back.

He was tall, very tall. About 6'3". Big. Dark. Longish hair, beard. Gentle, intelligent eyes. Big hands. Kind of a cuddly air about him. He blinked. "You're hired," he said. "Thanks," I said, and that was that. He went off to do whatever the hell it is pastor's do, and I tackled the damned office. By the time he wandered back in, I had bitch-slapped it into a workable mess. He looked around. "Wow," he said. "There was an office in here." I arched an eyebrow. "You're kidding," I said. "I thought this was an annex to a rummage sale." He looked briefly startled, then laughed. He laughed like he needed to, as if he hadn't done it in a long time. We bantered, and he bantered like the words were food, and he was starving. I figured it must be a bitch having a job where people treat you as if you're not human. I discovered how human he was a few minutes later, when I saw the stain spreading across the bulge in the front of his pants. The poor guy was so hard he was shaking. A wonderful guy like that. Oh, that was just so wrong.

I walked to him slowly, giving him plenty of time to say "no," "don't", "stop," or words to that effect. The only sound he made was a low, hungry moan. I knelt before him, looked up at the handsome and somewhat tortured face over the clerical collar, opened his pants and gently took him in my mouth. I intended it to be slow and luxurious...but his cock had a desperate need of his own. He made a convulsive sound...almost as if he'd been gut shot...slammed a palm flat against the wall to hold on and fired a thick load of cum into my mouth. I managed to swallow some, and managed to not choke on the rest. I fell backwards on my butt and looked up at him wiping my mouth. "Damn," I said. "How the fuck long has it been for you?" 

The handsome face had gone feral, the eyes blazing with mindless, savage hunger. "Wow," I had time to say before he was on the floor between my legs, ripping off hose and panties, his big hands like claws, willing to shred anything that stood between his mouth and my cunt. He suctioned to my pussy lips, taking them in his mouth, nibbling, licking, nipping...thrusting his tongue in my hole, sliding it down as his hands shoved at my thighs...thrusting it deep in my ass....sliding back up to flick back and forth over my clit, licking and nibbling, biting...using his entire mouth in constant movement to pleasure every part of me. My cunt gushed juice and I had to drive two fists into the floor hard to hang on. I wanted it to last. He wanted me to CUM. He won.

My back arched and I rose straight up off the floor with him sucking furiously on my clit. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he let go...and his cum coated tongue thrust into my mouth and his big hands tightened around my wrists. He looked down at me...eyes still unnaturally bright...and moved sharply. His cock slammed into my juicy cunt HARD...and DEEP. He humped me with everything he had, then wrapped his arms around me and yanked. Suddenly, he was on his knees, and I had my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist, and his cock pistoned up inside of me like a machine. I gaped at him....his head thrown back, eyes half closed, sweat pouring from him, breathing in short, shallow gasps through his mouth..fucking my cunt so fast, so hard....demented ecstasy had taken him. "Do it all," I whispered. "Do it all to me." 

His unfocused eyes opened and he growled, darting forward and closing his teeth on my neck. He bit me, sucking the flesh in, then flipped me to my hands and knees. He bit and sucked on my ass, slapped it a few times, then grabbed my hips and thrust his cock in my cunt. He fucked me so hard my teeth rattled. I humped back at him. "Make me your fuck-bitch, Pastor," I said. "Make me the Pastor's fuck-bitch." He snarled, let loose a string of obscenities that would have made a dock-worker proud and pounded my pussy full of cum. He overflowed me...cum poured down both my thighs...and he kept fucking, his shaft still rock hard. The more his cum splattered over him, the more he loved it. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he repeated with each slurpy stroke.

He moved me again...he was so strong he could toss me like a rag doll...and his mouth came down on my creamy cunt as his cum-coated shaft lowered to my mouth. I sucked him deep, hands up and digging into his ass hard. He lapped at my pussy, tonguing out his own cum and feasting on it. His fingers went to the crack in my ass and spread my cheeks. I groaned against a mouthful of his cock. His fingers dipped into my cunt, then rubbed my tight hole. He popped one finger inside and wiggled it as he ate me, and I sucked his cock in so hard he slid into my throat. He gasped with shock, then gave a slight, tentative thrust of his hips. His cock slid easily over my tongue and into my throat. He shuddered convulsively, then slowly and easily fucked my mouth, sliding into my throat with each stroke. "Oh," he said softly, stunned as his cannon fired again, shooting his load straight down my throat. 

The damn thing stayed hard! I gaped at him, and he grinned at me, a wickedly triumphant grin. "Pastors do it better!" he said, yanking me to my feet and stripping me naked. All I could do was nod my head up and down like a little doll as he bent me over his big mahogany desk. "The Pastor's fuck-bitch," he said. "The Pastor's hot, nasty, sexy, fuck-bitch, with the incredible pussy, luscious tits and tight, tight ass. I'm gonna fuck your ass, fuck-bitch." He knelt behind me and tongued and fingered my ass. I bent over the desk, palms flat, braced, trying not to pass out. I'd never had a man eat my ass with that much enthusiasm. It was as if he wanted to experience every single part of me. Finally, he stood and rubbed his cockhead against my hole. "Please," he whispered, "tell me that you want it." I begged, I whimpered, I promised him things that made no sense whatsoever...if only he would put that glorious cock up my ass. "Fuck my ass, Pastor," I moaned. "Fuck it so good. So good." 

He popped the head in suddenly...then fed my hungry ass one agonizingly slow inch of his pole at a time. I kept trying to thrust back for more, but his hands clamped on my hips held me still. I begged, moaned, whimpered until I felt his hips hit my ass, his balls thudding against my cunt. His fingers bit harder, and he began to stroke...hard, deep, power strokes that seemed to send his cockhead up into my spleen. He fucked me with a wild, primitive freedom...grunting, sweating...I felt like a bitch in heat mounted by a male who cared for nothing...lived for nothing...but to release his seed in me. I growled, snarled, struggled, slammed my ass back at him, then tried to jerk it away. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back with a guttural, possessive sound. He bent over me, hips still pounding, and reached a hand for my clit. He gripped it and rubbed it...claiming it...taking it...using it. My pleasure was his to demand. I had become his fuck-bitch, his complete sexual acolyte and I exploded in an orgasm that made my vision go dark and caused points of light to dance. I heard him release, felt the hot flood of his cum, then felt his arms around me, lowering me gently to the ground.

The congregation has commented how nice it is the Pastor has office help now, and how much of the stress seems to be gone from his face. The stress is gone from the rest of him, too, but so far we're managing to keep that a secret.

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