Steps to Depravity -

Charlotte's sleep was disturbed the next morning by someone on top of her. "What the hell?" she thought to herself, as she tried to fully awaken. The breath of whoever it was reeked of last night's beer. Then she felt her pajama bottoms being pulled down.

She finally managed to open her eyes and become aware enough to see that James, her husband, was currently on top of her. His cock was already out and was desperately trying to invade her.

"James, get the hell off of me!" Charlotte yelled and pushed him away from her.

"What the fuck, Charlotte?" James screamed in response.

She got out of bed, pissed at what just transpired. She was tired of being used by James whenever he had the urge for sex. She pulled up her pajamas and then stormed out of the room without saying a word.

Charlotte made her way to the bathroom, hoping that would give her a little bit of time to herself. She stood at the sink and began to run the water, all the while staring into the mirror. Her head was killing her.

She then began to recall the events from last night. After the incident with Billy, she remembered calling Pastor Ron for help. In his infinite kindness, he showed up at the forest preserve parking lot, and then drove her home in her car. He did not ask why she was there, or why she was drunk, or especially why there was a bra on the floor of her car. He simply drove her back to her house.

When they got there, he helped her carry the cases of beer into the house, and then called an Uber to take him back to his car that he left parked at the forest preserve. The only thing he did say to her before he left was "Maybe you should stop by my office tomorrow after church. We can talk."

Charlotte remembered that when she finally got back to the party, it was much later than she had thought. People had already started to leave, and James was passed out drunk in their bedroom.

She was glad to see that Jonathan and his wife Monica were still there, and she was even more glad to see that James' co-worker, Dominick, was still there as well. The foursome had great conversations throughout the rest of the night and well into morning when they were the last people still there.

After Dominick, Jonathan, and Monica finally left, she remembered going to bed, only to be woken up by James' early morning assault on her body.

Charlotte grabbed some Tylenol from the medicine cabinet and swallowed them with some water. Hopefully that will help her headache. She checked the time, and saw it would be tight, but she should be able to make it to church services this morning. She started the shower, stripped down, and got in. The warm water felt wonderful cascading down her body, almost as it was washing away her sins from the previous week.

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Charlotte was in her bedroom looking at herself in the mirror. She had put on the flowing green dress that she thought matched her eyes. The dress was a little long, and pretty conservative, but she was going to church after all. She was putting on her earrings when she looked at the reflection of James in the mirror. He was still in bed. "You're still not going to go to church this morning?" she asked.

"No. My head is killing me from last night." he groaned. "Did you make me any breakfast?"

Charlotte silently seethed at the request. "No. I didn't have time. You can either have cereal like the boys had, or you can order something from DoorDash."

James groaned again and pulled the covers over his head. "At least put on a pot of coffee for me."

Charlotte didn't reply. She finished putting on her earrings, and left the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

Her sons, Luke and Matthew were already dressed, and watching TV in the living room. "Time to go, boys!" she said cheerfully.

The boys turned off the TV, bounced up from the couch, and ran out the front door. They were both in a competition who could get to the car first. Charlotte followed, but not at the breakneck pace that the boys were moving.

When she got outside, she noticed that Leo was out front of his house, watering his lawn. It was the first time that she had seen him since the incident in the pantry a few days ago. He looked up when he realized she was there, but then he quickly avoided making any eye contact with her. Without saying a word, he put his hose down, and walked back into his house. Charlotte didn't mind, she was unsure of what to say to him anyways. She saw that the boys were already in the car, so she got in as well and drove off to church.

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Church service was typical that Sunday. The congregation had a decent showing for a normal Sunday. Nothing like the religious holidays like Easter and Christmas when every seat is filled, but there were still a fair number of people attending this morning. Ever since Pastor Ron was assigned to the church last year after their previous pastor retired, more people came to Sunday services. In contrast to their previous pastor, who was well into his 80s and who delivered very boring, dry sermons, Pastor Ron was only 45 and his sermons were quite engaging. People loved coming to hear him speak. He delivered his sermons with laughter and music, along with sentiment. As a result, members of the church felt connected to him and his wife Susan. That was the main reason that Charlotte thought of Pastor Ron last night when she needed help without being judged.

After the service ended, Charlotte waited in the pew with her sons until the congregation filed out of the church. As people left, they would come up to Pastor Ron to thank him and say their goodbyes. Pastor Ron saw Charlotte waiting, and acknowledged her with a nod, remembering that they were to meet after church was done.

Charlotte stood up and led the boys out into the lobby and then down the hallway that connected the various classrooms and offices to the church. She continued walking down the hall until she came to the only classroom with its lights on. She peeked inside, and saw a few small children playing with various toys, waiting to be picked up by their parents as they waited for church to end. She looked and saw Susan, Pastor Ron's wife, watching over the children. During every church service, Susan would watch the children that were a bit too young to sit through an hour sermon.

Charlotte entered the classroom. "Charlotte! What a wonderful surprise! It's been so long. You are looking great, especially after that awful accident." Susan said. Susan had a permanent cheery personality, although Charlotte could always tell it was somewhat fake. She had heard that Susan was a terrible gossip.

"It's great to see you too, Susan. You are looking as great as ever." Charlotte said. "Could you do me a favor? I have a meeting with your husband soon, and I was wondering if you could keep an eye on the twins while I meet with him? They would be dreadfully bored by the conversation."

Susan contemplated what Charlotte had just said. She was meeting with her husband. 90% of the time when anyone from the congregation wants to meet with her husband it was because of marriage issues, and they wanted his guidance. Typically they came as a couple, but Charlotte was here alone. Susan wondered how bad their marriage was if James wasn't here. "Was she contemplating a divorce?" Susan thought to herself. She would have to try to find out the hot gossip as soon as she could. Too bad her twin boys weren't in the meeting too. When the kids were in the meetings, the adults would often forget that they were there, but kids' minds were like sponges. Susan could typically ask them what was said in the private meeting, and the kids were always very willing to share.

"Of course, it would be no problem." Susan replied with a painted smile.

"Thanks so much. You are a lifesaver." Charlotte replied.

"Knock, knock!" Pastor Ron said from the doorway. "Ready to meet?"

"Sure." Charlotte replied. She then followed Pastor Ron down the hallway to his office.

"Shut the door and have a seat." Pastor Ron said as he sat in his chair behind his desk. Charlotte complied, and sat in a chair in front of his desk.

"So we haven't really been able to talk much since your accident. Everyone in the congregation was praying for you. How have you been?" he asked.

"Well, it was scary there for a while, and I was in a lot of pain when recovering, but I think I'm just about 100% now." she answered.

Pastor Ron just looked at her, in silence. He often found the best way to get someone to talk was by not saying anything. When there is an uncomfortable silence, human nature takes over and people will begin to chatter to alleviate their feelings of uncomfortableness.

"Thank you so much for your help last night. You were the only person I felt I could count on." Charlotte said.

"You didn't feel like you could count on James last night?" Pastor Ron asked inquisitively.

Pastor Ron saw Charlotte's eyes begin to tear up slightly. "Things have been a bit different since the accident." she explained. "Something happened, and I've been seeing things a bit different, and acting a lot different."

"How do you mean?" Pastor Ron probed.

"Well, first of all, I'm beginning to see that James isn't very caring. To be honest, at times he's just a jerk." Charlotte elaborated. "When I saw that, it made me question everything."

"You mean your faith?" he asked.

"I mean my life. I'm questioning the choices I've made my entire life. And I'm starting to think that a lot of my choices were wrong." she said.

"I'm confused. What kinds of choices?" Pastor Ron asked.

"Do I have to say it? It's embarrassing." Charlotte answered.

"You are in a safe space. This is still part of God's house. Tell me what choices you are questioning." he prodded.

Charlotte looked down at the ground, and meekly said "Sex. I think I haven't made the right decisions about sex my entire life."

Pastor Ron's face reddened in embarrassment. "Oh." he paused to ponder this for a moment. "Is this related to what happened last night? Can you tell me what's happening?"

"Well, it actually started when I was in my coma. I had the most vivid dreams about some sexual encounters I had when I was younger. They were nothing bad or anything like that, I guess it is more about missed sexual encounters. Things that could have happened but didn't." she explained.

Pastor Ron shifted in his chair. "Ok, tell me more."

"Well, when I got home from the hospital, James insisted on having sex even though I was still in incredible pain from the accident. He didn't even want to discuss it, he just went ahead and had his way with me. From that point, I began to realize how selfish he is, and I began to resent him." Charlotte said.

Pastor Ron did not respond. He just let Charlotte continue. "I tried to pretend that everything was normal, but as I reflected on my life more and more, I developed...urges. Then one day, I was in the bathtub, relaxing. I stared at the running water that was filling the tub. I just kept looking and looking at it, and before I knew it I was using the running water to pleasure myself! I never typically pleasure myself, so I do not know what came over me. It was so unlike me!"

Pastor Ron visibly shifted in his chair again. "I see. It's a common misconception that masturbation is a sin. It never states that in the Bible."

"Well, I've done worse things recently. Sinful things." Charlotte said. She paused and took a deep breath. Building her courage to continue. "You see, my neighbor came over on Friday to help me get the house ready for a party. He has always paid a lot of attention towards me, but I never saw him in that way. But I'm not going to lie, I was secretly flattered that I was able to elicit that kind of response from him, from anyone really."

"Well, throughout the day, he kept paying me compliments, and I would catch him stealing looks at me while I worked. Then some stupid dishes crashed, and I guess it reminded me of the accident, and I broke down crying. Leo, my neighbor, was there. He comforted me. I really don't think he had any ulterior motives, despite what I told you about him ogling me, he just showed me comfort and support in my time of need. Something that my husband has not done in years. I was really overtaken with the sentiment, and I'm not quite sure what came over me, but I ended up...um...I ended up pleasuring him with my hand."

Pastor Ron simply looked at Charlotte, trying to maintain his best poker face. But his quickened breathing gave him away. He was getting excited by the story, and Charlotte noticed.

When Charlotte saw the effect that her story was having on Pastor Ron, her demeanor changed slightly. Pastor Ron was a righteous man in her opinion, and surprisingly, it began to excite her slightly that she could excite him with just stories about her life. She wondered how far she could push it. She became a little more confident when she continued. "But here's the thing. My neighbor left, and I still wasn't satisfied. I had to relieve this pressure I was feeling. So I grabbed a cucumber from the refrigerator and pleasured myself with it until completion, if you know what I mean."

Pastor Ron's heart raced as Charlotte continued the story. He was uncomfortable in his chair because his penis was now engorged, and making it uncomfortable to sit. He unconsciously repositioned it with his hand as he listened. "I see." he said, his voice quivering. He was now hanging on Charlotte's every word.

Charlotte was now speaking almost seductively. She was in full realization what her story was doing to Pastor Ron. She felt her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra and she felt her vagina begin to become moist.

"And then last night happened." Charlotte said with a rasp. "I met this young boy outside the liquor store. He was a nice kid, looking to hook up for the first time with some girl he knew, but he didn't know what he was doing. So we parked, smoked some dope, drank some whiskey, and I showed him what he had to do."

Pastor Ron swallowed. "Um...can you elaborate?" His throat had become dry, and his voice cracked as he spoke. Charlotte could see the visible beads of sweat begin to form on Pastor Ron's forehead. His face was now beet red.

"Sure. I made him talk dirty to me, like he would to this girl that he likes. And then the weed and whiskey helped trigger something in me. I got really turned on, so I took off my bra and blouse and told him to suck my tits." To accentuate the point, Charlotte brought her hand up and cupped one of her breasts. "That's why my bra was on the floor of the car when you drove me home." Pastor Ron gulped. His erection was to the point of hurting.

Charlotte continued. "It didn't stop there, though. He was a good boy and took the initiative and put his hand in my pants. I'm not sure if it was because I was drunk and high, or if it was because I was incredibly horny, or a combination of both, but I didn't think about James. All I could think about was how much I loved this 18 year old kid fingering me."

Seductively, she elaborated. "Even though he was inexperienced, he did a wonderful job making sure I got off. He fingered me until I orgasmed. I appreciated his effort, so I paid him back by jacking him off. He was young, and I think it was the first time anyone touched his dick besides himself, so he didn't last long. Within a couple of minutes, he shot his load all over me." Charlotte said. "A cop ended up busting us, but let us off with a warning. Then I called you. Now you're caught up."

Pastor Ron was so incredibly worked up at this point that he had trouble formulating what to say. "Ah, well. Um...let me think here. I think you need to pray. Yes, you need to pray for guidance. I'm sure the trauma from your accident may be clouding your judgment. You have to fight these urges and refrain. I would like for you to come back next Sunday after service, and we can see how it's going. Maybe tell...no don't tell James yet. Um, when we figure this out...um...yeah...we can include James in these discussions then. After we figure it out I mean." Pastor Ron struggled to even get through his short speech. His mind was currently preoccupied with images of Charlotte in the situations she just described to him. "Um, I have another meeting shortly, so I guess I'll just see you next week in church."

"Ok, thank you for talking to me, pastor. It was very...helpful." Charlotte said as she stood up. Pastor Ron refrained from standing, afraid his erection would be obviously visible.

"Great. See you next week." he said while looking down, attempting to control his emotions.

Charlotte smiled, turned and left the room. "Can you shut the door on your way out?" Pastor Ron said as she was leaving.

She slowly closed the door, smiling as she thought about the effect that she had on Pastor Ron by simply telling her about her experiences. She made her way down the hall towards the classroom where her boys currently were. When she was halfway down the hall, she realized that she was going to give Pastor Ron money to pay him back for the Uber he had to use last night, so she turned and made her way back to the office.

As she got to the door, she knocked lightly and walked in. When she entered, Pastor Ron was now turned around in his chair, facing the opposite wall. She saw his arm furiously moving in an up and down motion, and heard the squishing sound of flesh stroking flesh. It was obvious that Pastor Ron was masturbating.

Charlotte was even more aroused knowing that her stories excited Pastor Ron so much, so instead of leaving the room unannounced, she stayed in the room, and closed the door loud enough so he would hear it. "Oh my." Pastor Ron said embarrassed. He immediately stopped stroking his cock, and spun his chair around in an attempt to hide his nakedness behind the desk. "Sorry, I was just...uh...I was fixing my belt." he lied. "Did you need something?" It was apparent how embarrassed he was.

"I was just coming back to thank you again for last night, and pay you back...I mean for the Uber." Charlotte was unsure as to what came over her and why she decided to do what she did next, but she slowly walked closer to the desk. Pastor Ron was getting more and more nervous as she got closer. He wasn't quite sure what she saw when she entered the room, but he was afraid that if she got any closer, she would see that his pants were currently down around his knees, and his dick was hard as a rock.

Charlotte continued to stroll closer, past the chair she was previously sitting in, and to the side of Pastor Ron's side of the desk. She stood next to him, looking down at his lap. There was no hiding what he had been doing. He hung his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. My temptation got the best of me." he said sullenly. "I'm so sorry. I do not know what to say. I'm really ashamed."

Charlotte simply stared at his erect penis for an uncomfortable amount of time. Looking at Pastor Ron's raging hard-on showed Charlotte the effect she had on men, no matter who they were. Single or married, old or young, sinners or the holy. The thought turned her on.

Finally she spoke. "You know, pastor, someone once told me that masturbation isn't a sin." Charlotte purred.

"But I think that it's a lot more fun if you have help." He looked at her, confused. "Stand up." she commanded.

Pastor Ron did as he was told. His pants were still down to his knees, his penis was standing at full attention. Charlotte drew herself closer, and then reached down, grabbing his member. They both stood there for a minute, staring into each other's eyes while she simply gripped his warm penis.

Charlotte leaned in to kiss Pastor Ron, and began to stroke his cock. She started slowly at first, but then as she began to kiss him more passionately, the pace grew more rapid. She shot her tongue into his mouth and darted it around.