Ms Nancy The Church Madame Ch 02

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This is the second chapter of this series. You should read the first chapter; it will make a lot more sense if you do. You can get much more background on these characters, if you also read the first four chapters of the Mommy's Cuckcake series first, but that's not as important. This series stands alone. I really liked the complexity of the Nancy character in the Cuckcake series and wanted to delve deeper into her.

Warning: There are themes in this series that involve amoral leaders in a church and their misuse of their standing in that church. Furthermore, as in the last chapter and the other series, Nancy and others partake in some dark kinks which may include but may not be limited to watersports, humiliation and degradation, race play, manipulation and cheating. If you have a problem with these themes, please move on. Its fiction, these are not real people, and I like pushing some boundaries in my writing.

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The players:

Nancy Jergens-The Madame - 5'4", overweight, with droopy, fat tits that rest on the thick roll of her stomach. Not what anyone would define as attractive. She has never been married, and the rumors about her sexuality have run rampant for years. Especially, since she spends all her free time at the church or with her best friend Anna Rockenham. She oversees all the committees at the church that involved women, and she has a reputation of ruling them with an iron fist. Everyone at church seems to be at least a little intimidated by her, even the pastor, who outwardly has referred to her as a "ball buster" on more than one occasion.

Melissa(Missy)- The wealthy socialite, southern debutante and sub, who attends the same church as Nancy, but until recently, showed little regard for her, feeling she was just a fat bossy bitch. At 5'6", she is built like a brick shithouse; gravity defying D-cups, and an ass even J-Lo would appreciate, long, thick, deep-brown, curly hair and a face that turns women's heads as well as men's. Divorced, no children, and someone who enjoyed the sexual freedoms associated with college, where she first experimented with women.

Michael Jacobs- The Pastor- He is 6'3" with piercing blue eyes that seemed magnetic and at the same time could look right through you. He is a runner and has a lean toned body and handsome features that make him very desirable to the opposite sex. Many in his congregation sinfully swoon for the leader of their church. In addition, he is so affable that he allows everyone to refer to him as Pastor Mike, when most clergymen would expect a last name or just "pastor" out of respect. He is 42. He is well endowed, about 8 inches, uncut and thick. Not a virgin on his wedding day but has been very loyal to his wife of 21 years.

Marilyn Rae Jacobs-- The pastor's wife -- 5' 6" Attractive with motherly curves and a beautiful thick mane of dark red hair, a somewhat paler complexion and a pair of blue eyes to rival her husband's. A virgin when she wed, she comes from a well-to-do background. She was the consummate pastor's wife. She is a trusted confidant and has a keen observation of people. She always seems to be in control, but she has always been jealous of the female attention her husband receives, especially from the younger hard-bodied ones, because she now has some self-esteem issues when it comes to her maturing body.

Charrice Brown(Charry, pronounce like the little red fruit)- One of Nancy's girls -- 5'10" svelte, 22 years old, Black, and sexy as the day is long. Not overly attractive, but a head-turner. Fabulous c-cups, long-ass legs and a slender, taut ass that had the sexist little bubble to it. The way she moved that ass would have put Marlyn Monroe to shame. She loved to show off that ass in short skirts and tight pants. Although she was blackmailed to become one of Nancy's girls, Charry has since leaned into it, and now, loves helping Nancy to bring more women into her stable, for which Nancy rewards her handsomely each time. The thrill of baiting the innocent, hooking them and reeling them in is now what she lives for.

Bailey Jacobs (only referred to in this chapter)- The oldest daughter -- The spitting image of her mother, but everything is as tight as it should be at her age, 21-years-old, The perfect minister's daughter, well behaved, perfect student, volunteers at the church as well as in the community. However, she does sometimes wish she could let loose more, but fears ruining hers or her father's reputation. She is not above using her looks and her body to get her way, and unlike mom, she will not be a virgin when she marries. Attends the local Christian college, studying interior design.

Cassidy Jacobs -- The Middle Child (only referred to in this chapter)- 5'9' and gangly, 19 years old. Unlike her mother and older sister, she is not blessed with a womanly figure. Tall and lean, like her dad, with limited curves. Red head like her mother but not blessed with the darker thick mane. Pale and freckly she didn't get the attention like her older much more attractive sister did. She is pretty sure she is gay, but is terrified to come out to her family, especially her mother for fear she will be shunned. Therefore, she has middle child syndrome to the Nth degree; she craves adventure, and she was in detention throughout her schooling. In her father's last parish, she gained a bit of a reputation as a rebel. Her mother is always appalled when she gets into trouble and Cassidy loves upsetting her mother this way.

Emma-The Teen Domme- 5'9"(only referred to in this chapter)-, with a body one would expect of the head cheerleader; full, firm C-cups, a tight, "bangin" ass, and curves that a 19-year-old has no business possessing at that age. Long, platinum blond hair, pretty face with deep blue eyes, a thin nose, and a set of pouty full lips that all the boys wished were wrapped around their cocks; the cocks that were always hard when she was around. She carries an aura of superiority that did not endear her to most of the girls in school but had all the boys eating out of her hand. (Her background is described deeper in the Mommy's Cuckcake series)

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Not long after the end of Chapter 1...........

Now that Nancy had control of both the Jacobs daughters, she set her sights on their father. Nancy and the pastor had been butting heads since the first day he arrived, but recently things had been heating up. Their confrontations had moved from passive aggressive exchanges in passing, that resulted in both of them just walking away frustrated, to more recently, confrontations in her office where the two argued in raised voices and veiled threats were made. Nancy was getting very frustrated. Pastor Mike was not conforming to her will as the past couple pastors had done when she asserted herself.

This had all finally come to a head last week when Richard Hamlin, the up and coming 35-year-old "Yuppy", head of the Church council had come to Nancy's office to inform her that Pastor Mike was making a play against her. Pastor's plan was to take away any power she had to fight him by getting the council to remove her not only from her council position but also strip her of all her responsibilities in the church. Richard was not the first council member to warn Nancy. The other three members had been to see her in the last week as well. What Pastor Mike didn't know was that those four men were terrified of Nancy. She had dirt on all of them and it gave her the ultimate power in this church, although from behind the scenes.

"Nancy, you need to be careful. Pastor is making a play to get you removed from the council and to take away all the committees you head." Richard said as he sat in the chair in front of Nancy's majestic oak desk.

"Is that so?" Nancy asked him.

"Yes, I had conversations with Norm, Jed and Mark too. They have said they are going to back pastor's move." Richard warned.

"And what did you tell our esteemed pastor?" She inquired.

"I said I would have to think about it." Richard said a bit anxiously.

"When does he plan to make this play?"

"At the monthly meeting next Wednesday."

"OK, you tell him you're behind him. But when he calls for the vote, you will vote against him."

"But with the other three votes, he will win." Richard warned her.

"You let me worry about the other votes." She said with a sly smile.

"I don't know, Nancy. I do not have a good poker face. He will know I am lying."

Nancy stood and walked from behind her desk, "I know you can convince him. I have faith in you." She assured him.

"I....I...I'm not sure I can." He waivered.

Nancy took two more steps, stooped right in front of Richard, and without warning, she reared back and slapped him hard across the face with her open hand. "You will do as you are told, won't you, Little Dicky." She snapped.

The slap and the pet-name immediately put Richard into submission, He cowered in his seat, saying, "Yes Momma." with a whimper, sniffling like a scolded child.

This was not the first time Nancy had dominated Richard. He had been under her thumb since that day Nancy showed him the video of him banging the pastor's nubile secretary, Jasmine. Her schoolgirl routine had been too much for him to resist. Nancy had blackmailed him into submission, but to her delight, Richard had come back for more, several times. He was now just another pawn in her game.

Nancy moved forward, sitting on his lap, she reached out and caressed his face. "That's my good boy." She pulled his head toward her and lowered the bodice of her dress exposing one of her large droopy tits.

Richard immediately latched onto the nipple of that exposed breast and began nursing on it like a starving infant. Nancy stroked his head as he submitted like the wimp her was.

"There, there, Little Dicky, isn't everything much better when you obey mommy?"

Richard looked up at Nancy, never relenting from his sucking, nodding and moaning affirmatively.

"Now you will do as you're told, and Pastor will be convinced he has the votes necessary, until he doesn't"

Richard repeated his acceptance.

Nancy gently grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him free of her breast. Richard whimpered again. She stood up, instructed him to stand, pulled down the control top pantyhose she was wearing, and kneeled backwards on the chair they had just vacated. She flipped her dress up, exposing her fat ass and drooling pussy.

"Now, lick mommy's asshole and make me come." She commanded.

Richard immediately obeyed, dropping to his knees behind her. He spread her huge ass cheeks and buried his tongue deep inside her sweaty rear hole.

"Ooooooooooh, yesssssssss, Dicky, that mommy's gooooooood boy." She praised him.

His tongue was now fucking her ass as she fiddled her swollen clit, raising her arousal toward climax.

"Fuck mommy's ass with your tongue!" she demanded.

Richard complied vigorously.

"USE YOUR FINGERS! FUCK MY PUSSY TOO!"

Richard slid two, then three fingers inside his domme's dripping hole, never slowing his tongue fucking either. Within a few minutes, Nancy was writhing against his efforts and rapidly approaching climax. Richard was just as aroused and his little penis was just about to explode in his pants when Nancy's body stiffened and she moaned out a long rolling orgasm, reaching back to pull his head in deeper between her ass cheeks. Her moaning and her dominance were too much for him and he climaxed moments after her, leaving quite a large wet spot on the front of his khakis.

Moments later, after she recovered, Nancy abruptly dismissed Richard, reminding him of her instructions. He nodded silently and walked toward the door.

"Dicky?"

Richard turned around.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Momma?"

"That's my good boy." She praised him once more before her turned and exited.

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The following Wednesday.....

Pastor Mike was at the local pub drowning his sorrows. His play to remove Nancy from the church council and all of her committees had fallen flat. His meticulous planning and politicking had netted him absolutely nothing. When he had raised the motion and given all the reasons why Nancy should be removed, he was sure he had a unanimous vote of support in his back pocket. However, when Richard had called for the vote, it was indeed a unanimous vote, but it was a unanimous vote in Nancy's favor to remain in her position. When Pastor Mike tried to ask all the members why they had changed their vote, each one left without a word and then ignored his texts. Nancy just sat there the entire meeting with a smug grin and watched the color drain from the pastor's face as one by one the members voted against him. So here he was three scotches in and feeling sorry for himself. When he saw Charry, his oldest daughter's friend sit down a few stools from him at the bar, he thought this would brighten his night, but, in reality, it made it even worse.

"Charry, is that you?" He said, a bit tipsy.

Of course, he knew it was her. He could spot her from across a crowded convention hall, but he didn't want to sound too forward. The first time he met her was after church one Sunday, even before she became friends with Bailey. He had been quite taken by her beauty. She was so sexy, especially for a black woman. He had never been attracted to "them". Oh, of course actresses like Halle Berry had caught his eye, but in his normal everyday life, not so much. When she started showing up at his home sometime later as she began hanging out with his daughter Bailey, he had grown quite smitten with her. That tight body, that flawless ebony skin and that ass, oh that ass. Everything she wore just displayed it like a Picasso hanging in the Louvre. One day the two young women had been in his back yard by the pool, and he had become so aroused, he had to relieve himself in the bathroom. He felt so guilty after, he spent the next hour kneeling next to his bed in devotion, asking God to forgive his sinful act. He had never ever had such an adulterous though before that day, and he swore himself to squash any such thoughts or acts in the future.

However, tonight, as he ordered his fourth scotch to numb the pain of his self-pity, after the council meeting, it also worked to cloud his judgment and lower his inhibitions. If he would have known Charry had been specifically sent to that bar by Nancy, he would have never ordered that forth drink, or the two subsequent ones, and he would have run home to his loving devoted wife, but he did not.

"Pastor Mike?" Charry said with just as much faux surprise as he had given. "What are you doing here?"

"Self-medicating." He said with a bit of indignation.

"You, ok?" She asked with concern.

"I'll be fine, just feeling sorry for myself," he bemoaned, as the fourth drink arrived, and he downed it in one gulp. "Sometimes you find out people aren't who they say they are."

"What do you mean?" Charry asked, as she slid from her stool and moved to the one next to him.

Realizing he had said too much he replied, "Never mind, it's nothing for you to worry about." Then he ordered another.

As Charry sat, her perfume wafted across the pastor's nose. He had smelled her before, and her scent seemed so exotic. The familiarity caused him to breathe it in deeply. His head begin to spin with arousal. Deep down he knew her close proximity could be trouble, but the alcohol was taking affect, and he dismissed his voice of morality.

Charry didn't press him for info, she just scooted her stool closer to the clergyman and just benevolently listened for the next hour as he rambled about his problems without really saying anything and downed his sixth scotch. By then, he was really feeling the alcohol, and as always, Charry took advantage. Until now, she had just been a sympathetic ear, but as he got more inebriated, she began to stroke his ego. Every chance she got, she paid him a compliment, usually accompanied by a stroking of his arm, of a hand on top of his. She once excused herself for a bathroom break, and when she returned, pastor noticed her blouse was not buttoned as highly as it was when she left, and the mini skirt she was wearing seemed shorter than it already was. The two of them bantered back and forth jovially and Charry watched as the pastor lustfully gazed down her loose top each time she laughed at one of his jokes and leaned forward giving him perfect shots of her braless chocolate-colored tits. One time she laughed so hard she leaned back, and her knees came up and she "unknowingly" spread them too wide exposing the deep purple satin G-string she was wearing. If the pastor had been sitting in the bar watching himself from afar, he would have been appalled with his behavior, but at this moment, he was not, his shitty night was looking up and he was feeling so good and enjoying the company of this sexy young woman that he didn't give a shit how it looked.

His phone chimed and he looked at it, "It's my wife."

"Uh oh, fun's over, time to get home to your perfect little life." Charry teased, knowing he would not like her teasing, especially after all her ego boosting had him acting a little chauvinistic.

Pastor Mike read the text and scoffed as he read it out loud in a nagging female voice, "It's late, where are you?" Replying to the text, he voiced each word as he typed it. "I'm having a drink, I will be home later."

"Oh my!" Charry said with faux surprise, "Good looking and forceful, I can get on board with that. That's how you show her who's boss."

Mike shimmied from side to side with confidence from the compliment, turned the phone face down on the bar and announced he was "going to take a piss."

Charry smirked to herself and as he stumbled away. His phone buzzed and its text tone rang with 5 consecutive texts, presumable from a very pissed off pastor's wife. If she was going to achieve her goal tonight it was going to have to happen before he got back and read all those texts and reality set in. She set her purse on the bar and asked the bartender to please put it behind the bar while she went to use the facilities.

She hustled to the men's bathroom and entered. She expected her target to be standing at the urinal, but he was not. She then heard him in a stall, but the stream of urine was not solid, it was weak and intermittent. She knew enough to know he was trying to pee with a hard on. This amused Charry and she got a naughty idea. She pulled her skirt up to her hips, perched herself on the tile counter, unbuttoned her blouse all the way exposing her braless tits and spread her legs. When he exited the stall, Cherry was rubbing her pussy through her soiled panties.

"Hey, big boy. Why don't you show me who's boss, just like you did with your wife?"

His righteous mind fogged by the alcohol, his moral compass akimbo, and his standing in the community notwithstanding, the inebriated man of the cloth saw red, or more accurately, saw purple and moved in for the kill. He dropped his pants to his ankles, pulled his boxer briefs down as well and positioned himself between the ebony harlot's legs. Grabbing her panties, he began to move them to the side.

"RIP THEM OFF!" Charry told him.

Pastor Mike did exactly that and sinfully plunged his throbbing hard cock into her swollen swampy love nest.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" Charry hissed, wrapping her legs and arms around the heated man, pulling him deeply inside her.

The pastor's hips began a rapid and forceful rocking, hammering Charry's pussy as if he was hate fucking her. She grinned inside, knowing if she played this right, this would not be the last time she was fucked by the leader of her parish.