I am sitting at my desk reading. Mary walks in my office and closed the door, discretely locking it. She is beautiful, 14 years my senior. I am amazed how beautiful she is. Long legs that easily wrap around your waist. Blondish-brown kinky hair that is long down her shoulder. And her breasts are well…WOW. They are still perky with beautiful brown and pointy nipples.
Mary takes off her shirt and unbuttons her button fly jeans. She stands just on the other side of the desk in a shear purple bra and panties set. I can see her nipples clearly. I tell her to continue and she removes her bra and leans over to pull off her panties. She knows what to do. She is my sex toy, my slut, my servant. Yes, we are both married. No, most preachers don’t have one. No, our spouses don’t know. No, she is not a member of the church.
She walks around the desk and kneels between my legs. I look down at her and ask, “Do you need to confess and do penance?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers looking up at me. I nod my head. She reaches up and rub my cock through my slacks. I am already hard. Have been since she walked in the door. “Andrew, I love your cock. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Shhh. Wait until it is out before you begin confessing.” She loosens my belt, and unfastens my pants. She reaches in the pouch of my boxer briefs and fondles my balls. I lean down and kiss her mouth softly.
For the first time, I stand. Mary pulls my pants down around my ankles. She rubs her face against my crotch. Kissing my cock through my boxer briefs. She reaches in again to fondle my sack. I tell her to continue, so she can begin her confession. She pulls down my underwear and kisses my cock as it comes into view. I ask her, “Now, why are you here today?”
