The young pastor gripped the edges of his desk, his knuckles white, as his bare ass sat upon the cool wooden edge. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips pursed. Through clenched teeth, he begged his God to forgive him.
"Please, Lord, forgive me. I am but a mortal man. Dear God......"
The girl on his cock took him in deep, and he felt the tip of his erection repeatedly hit the back of her wet mouth. Her gentle hands wrapped around his thighs and pulled him closer.
"We.....must......stop......." he murmured.
Instead of stopping, she sucked harder and faster. He felt her tongue press up into him and his cum erupted into her warm mouth. He opened his eyes when he came, and watched as she swallowed every last drop, a small amount escaping the corners of her full, pink lips.
She released his cock and licked up and down his softening shaft, planting a kiss on the tip before she slid her tongue across it to lap up the last drop of him. She pulled up his boxers and pants, then stood back. He quickly tucked in his button down shirt and closed his fly.
"Thank you so much for your comfort, Pastor Felix. That was very generous of you." She sat back down in one of his chairs as he walked around behind his desk and sat down, pushing himself into the desk as he cleared his throat.
"Yes, well, you clearly needed that. I am only here to help my congregation in any way I can."
Abigail smiled warmly at him as she straightened her short, dark brown hair. Her usually deep blue eyes looked pale in the bright light of his office. She crossed her legs and the mid-calf hem of her dress opened slightly, showing off her long, pale legs. She had a small butterfly tattoo on her ankle that was slightly obscured by the strap of her high-heeled sandal. She folded her delicate hands in her lap, intertwining her long, bare fingers. The V of her dress was questionably appropriate for church as the pastor could see the edges of her round, alabaster breasts. He knew she was wearing a red bra under her yellow dress as he peered down into it when knelt before him.
She had come to him for guidance 3 months earlier after moving back home. Abigail was 23 and had a troubled life. Her parents were strict and deeply religious. Felix had known them since he had started with the church a year ago, and found them to be obnoxiously pious. They were leary of his young age and preferred to seek counsel with the older pastors. At 28, he was the youngest pastor but had quickly become popular due to his gentle nature. He developed a reputation for being a good listener, and Abigail's parents cautiously approached him to discuss their daughter after he had been there for about 6 months.
They were worried about her as they had recently learned she wasn't a virgin any more. She had moved away at 18 to get a teaching degree, and had completed 4 years of college far from home. During her time at college, she had confessed that she had many sexual partners.
Since Abigail was 23 and this was not the 1800's, he found her parents' concerns insufferable. They droned on and on about her virtue and her wayward ways, though Abigail had continued to be an active member of her church.
Once Felix met Abigail, he despised her parents even more. Based on how they spoke of her, he expected her to be some garish whore, reeking of cigarettes and cum. Instead, she was sweet and polite and smelled like roses. She wore long dresses and usually covered her ample chest, though today had been the exception.
Felix looked forward to his private counsel with Abigail. She talked unabashedly about her ex-boyfriends and other sexual partners, and how she thought her parents were over-reacting. She felt that she was a modern woman living in an outdated society and didn't see any issue with pre-marital sex. Felix had been in college not many years before her and had his fair share of sexual partners despite his religious beliefs, so he understood the girl's plight.
Once her parents discovered that she had also been living with her ex, they were enraged and all but dragged their daughter back home. Abigail didn't want to fracture their relationship and was struggling to pay rent after her boyfriend moved out anyway, so she moved back home. She went to church with them willingly twice a week, including Sunday service.
Abigail found that she missed her sexual freedom once she left. She found a job as a waitress as she looked for a teaching job, but she missed being able to bring men home at the end of the night. She loved her body and loved sex, and living with her watchful parents was stifling her.
Since moving back home and rejoining the church, Abigail could not get Pastor Felix off of her mind. He was young for a pastor, and his dark eyes were captivating as he preached with conviction. She watched his large hands articulate as he spoke to the congregation, and couldn't keep her eyes off of his tall, slim body. She began to fantasize about whether or not his cock was proportional to his 6' 1" frame and whether she could relax her throat enough to take him in if he was.
Abigail had confessed to the pastor that she had been having these thoughts about him, in much less detail than her vivid imagination. She noticed him shift awkwardly in his chair as he blushed, but he didn't stop her confession. He only asked her how she felt about these fantasies, and if she had fantasies about other men. She confessed she had not, it was only him.
Before she had gotten down on her knees and unsheathed his erect cock, she had told him that she thought he was meant to be hers, that there was some unknown force pulling them together. Whether or not that was God, she was unsure. She had confessed that if she didn't fulfill her desires with him, she was afraid she would start fucking the married men of the congregation. The pastor didn't want that to happen, did he?
"Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Pastor Felix asked as he laced his fingers together on top of his sturdy, wooden desk.
"No, that will be all. For today." She smirked as she bent down to collect her purse, showing Father Pastor the lace trim of her red bra once again. His cock twitched in his pants.
"Very well. Will I see you at the church picnic this Sunday?" he asked as he needlessly straightened papers on his desk.
"I hope so. I hope you will see much more of me in the future." She stood and walked out the door, leaving it open behind her.
Felix could not concentrate on anything but Abigail over the next few days, and found himself yearning for Sunday so he could see her again. He laid in bed at night and stroked himself as he remembered the way her mouth felt on his cock, the way her throat moved as she swallowed his cum. He dreamt of his mouth on her pussy and tits, wanting to know what every inch of her tasted like. He prayed that he would be forgiven but despite his fervent prayers, his cock swelled when he thought of her.
On Sunday, Abigail sat next to her wretched parents as usual. Her dress covered her flesh tastefully, but he found his eyes wandering to her exposed butterfly tattoo. She watched him as he sweated and fidgeted, trying not to stammer over the passages he read.
At the picnic, she found him standing at the baked goods, conversing with the other pastor's wives. He was not at all interested in the conversation, but had been trying to avoid Abigail all together.
