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Submissive, Mind Control, big tits, erotic coupling, orgasm, Anal
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From Chapter 4
On Sunday morning I showered, shaved, then dressed in slacks, dress shirt, and tie. I headed over to Eternal Love to see Rhonda, Lauren and maybe Sarah, in their natural habitat.
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As I approached the door, a gorgeous brunette, about five feet two inches tall, with heels on which appeared to be about four inches, opened the door and beamed. She had dark brown hair, almost black, with light brown eyes. Her face was pretty. She wasn't supermodel pretty, but she was a high quality porn star pretty. She was wearing a white floral print dress that came down to her knees and was the perfect picture of wholesomeness.
Most notably, she was stacked. Big goddamn titties. Like a porn star waiting for her first hardcore role.
"Welcome to Eternal Love Church, I am Ruth."
She thrust out her hand and I shook it. "Hi Ruth, I am Hugo."
There was this odd tingle in my hand as our skin touched and she held on for about a half second longer than expected. It felt like I had spent my whole life looking for a hand that fit mine so perfectly and with that handshake I knew that one part of my life would be fulfilled by Ruth. I saw an image of her pregnant, her belly and tits swollen, and I knew somehow I was the father.
"You're the guy that my mom works with!"
This was Rhonda's daughter!?! What the actual fuck? No way! Well the tits fit, but not the rest of her. Was it possible Rhonda at eighteen or nineteen had been this drop dead gorgeous? It didn't seem likely but I supposed there was always a chance.
"She has told me all about you," she continued.
What? Rhonda talks to her daughter about me too? What the fuck is up with her? After a moment I smiled and replied, "Oh, I doubt that."
Ruth giggled and said, "Well, maybe all she knows."
I laughed, took the bulletin from her, "If so, I bet that was interesting."
As I walked off she said to my back, "If you turn right, there is coffee and donuts at the end of the hall. Can't miss it."
I turned to thank her and could see the shadow of her body's outline perfectly with the sun shining through the dress. "Thanks, I will get some." Fuck she had a nice body.
I headed back toward the end of the hall, following the smell of coffee and the low buzz of conversation in this most unfamiliar place. I hadn't been in a church since Basic Training years ago. Even then it was to get out of chores in the barracks, and not any sort of belief in a supreme being.
As I entered the cafeteria I could see Rhonda and Lauren huddled together and it looked like they were whispering.
Before I could identify where the coffee pot was, a portly, okay, morbidly obese, middle aged man approached me with his hand extended. "Hi, I am Frank, the pastor."
I thought to myself no wonder Rhonda is fucking around on him, between the two of them the rolls of body fat likely prevented any penetration at all.
I shook his hand, and he had a good firm handshake that led you to trust him right off. "Hi Frank, I am Hugo."
His face beamed, a lot like Ruth's had and he turned his head, bellowing, "Hey Rhonda, Hugo is here!"
Every goddamn person turned and looked at us. It was kind of like being on display in an exhibition. The range of expressions was as terrifying as it was dizzying. Most had a mild interest, like who is the new guy kind of thing. There were far more women sizing me up than I would have guessed at a church. I suddenly knew what a good looking woman walking by a construction site felt like, all that was missing was the cat call whistles. It made me wonder how many people Rhonda had told about me. In a panicked moment I also wondered just what the fuck she was telling these people.
Frank led me around and introduced me to every-fucking-body there. I remembered maybe four names. Three of them were young hotties, and one was a dude that apparently didn't appreciate the looks I was getting.
I finally spied the coffee pot and dispensed myself a cup into one of those shitty for the environment white styrofoam cups. I was taking a sip when Rhonda and Lauren came over. Rhonda was quite up front about her feelings. "I am so happy that you are here!"
"Thanks," I replied. "You said I couldn't work until I came and talked to the owner, so I came to talk to him. Who is he anyway?"
Rhonda looked around and replied, "He must be in the sanctuary already, he isn't here."
I nodded and Lauren smiled, "Did you want to sit with us? Rhonda sits up front usually."
I shook my head, "No thanks. I will sit in the middle someplace."
By the door a drop dead gorgeous blonde rang a bell and called out, "Ten minutes everyone. Please head into the sanctuary.*
My eyes lingered on her with my mouth wide open, and Lauren said, "That's my oldest, Tori."
I looked at the two women and said, "You both have very lovely daughters."
Rhonda snorted and asked, "Going to see if you can seduce them as easily as Lauren and I?"
I laughed, maybe a little harder than necessary, and replied, "I have to find something to spend time on while you two are tending to your husbands."
Rhonda snorted again and replied, "Don't forget, you also have Sarah to account for."
I looked from Rhonda to Lauren and back, "Do all of you tell each other who's fucking whom?"
Lauren smiled, shrugged and replied, "Certainly looks that way doesn't it?"
I looked at Rhonda, "Even with your daughter?"
She smiled and patted my arm, "If you don't lie and don't hide what you are doing then no one gets hurt by it."
I felt my balls try to crawl back into my body as I asked, "Your husbands too?"
Lauren replied, "Oh honey, them first."
What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
I asked, "And they are okay with you having a side cock?"
Neither answered as they laughed and walked away.
I went to the men's room to relieve myself, buying a little time to decide if I was going to go through with this. I really liked my job and the new fringe benefits I had been enjoying. Ultimately I wanted to keep it, which meant that I decided I had to see this through.
As I entered the sanctuary I received a text from Rhonda, "I am glad you came, sir."
I was one of the last in, the place was around 40% of capacity, and found a place to sit. The pew was pretty empty, except for a septuagenarian couple at the end who muttered a greeting as I slid past them.
I was skimming over the bulletin and saw a flash of white in the pew in front of me. Settling in place were the daughters of Rhonda and Lauren. Tori was stunning. Beyond super model pretty, she was a sexy heaven incarnate. She had straight thin blonde hair that just touched the top of her shoulders. Blue eyes, the color of a midsummer sky. Her skin was the color of warm honey from the packets of honey provided by the Louisiana themed chicken fast food chain. Firm breasts sat up high on her chest and appeared to be about a B cup. She was as close to physical perfection as I had ever seen.