It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening, but the summer sun was still high up, making it look closer to four. I was in my bedroom, standing by my bed. I stared at myself through the full length mirror across from me. I had on a red corset that exposed my pussy and my 34-D tits. I had one leg on the floor and the other one on my bed. A vibrator was buried in my cunt, and I was nearing an orgasm when I heard a sharp rap on my door.
I tried to ignore it, working the vibrator, but the knocking continued, and reluctantly I removed the vibrator and set it on dresser drawer next to my bed. I grabbed my robe which only covered half my ass and tied it loosely, half my breasts exposed.
I was surprised by the person who was waiting at my door. It was Larry Anders, the southern Baptist preacher in my little red neck town. He was tall, and was probably around his mid sixties. He had a big gut, and snow white hair, and the kind of stern face you would find on a southern preacher.
"We need to talk, Candy." He said pushing past me.
"What is this about, Larry?" I asked, not even trying to hide my disappointment. So damn close to an orgasm, and ruined by this idiot.
"You know what this is about!" Larry turned and faced me, his face red with indignation. "You whorin' around this town to anyone who would give you a minute. You're a disgrace to the community and something has to be done about it!"
"Well I don't have a clue what you're talking about, Larry." I said innocently.
"You know exactly what I'm talkin' about! Look at you, standing there, half naked. Don't you have any decency?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I demanded defensively.
"What's wrong with what you're wearing?" Larry repeated incredulously. He spun around and ran into my room.
"HEY!" I followed angrily. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Look at all this junk!" he hollered, ripping open drawers and scattering my panties and miniskirts. "These aren't clothes these are pieces of fabric!" He turned, to my dresser drawer and stopped short, his eyes on the vibrator.
He slowly turned to me, his face still beet red. "Oh, you're a real slut, aren't you, Candy?" he asked. He suddenly grabbed me and ripped off my robe, exposing my pussy and tits. He looked me up and down, and I could see the lust start to swell in his eyes. I was surprised at my own sudden wetness.
"Yeah, a real slut." he said to himself. He raised his hands and starting to knead my breasts. I moaned, and pushed forward.
"Just a little suck, hmm, Pastor Larry?" I teased. "It'll be our little secret." I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lowered his head and started to suck my titties. I was surprised at the ferocity. I cried out in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure.
Larry wasted no time in removing the corset from my body. As he sucked and chewed one arm wrapped around my waist and cupped my ass cheek while the other searched out my wet pussy.
He spun me around and tossed me down on the bed with surprising force.
"I hear you're a real good dick sucker." Larry said as he removed his shirt and undid his buckle. He was a hairy man. His arms and legs were skinny, but his gut was large. His dick was also big, a good 8 inches, and standing fully erected, glistening with pre-cum. "I need to see for myself." He grabbed the vibrator and climbing on the bed he turned around so that his ass was to my face. He lowered himself, shoving his dick into my mouth.
