The Church Committee Pays the Staff Part 2
( Look, I'm not rehashing a darn thing, go read the first part, (THE CHURCH COMMITTEE PAYS THE STAFF) if the LIT- part of the -EROTICA matters to you, and bless you if it does! But if you just need old ladies gettin' it and giving some, then drop your socks and grab your cocks and read on, weary Traveler, you're Home! )
Inside Room 202 Bernice found Mr. Parker, the carpenter and handyman of the premises. He was 34 years old, about 5'11 and built like a football player. His beard hung down to the middle of his chest, and he had tattoos up and down his burly arms. Bernice liked the tattoos more than she cared to admit, but she could do without the beard, no matter how much her 14 year old Grandson wanted to grow one. The room was a standard office with a desk, two chairs and a small sofa that Mr. Parker was lounging on, with a sly grin on his face, that is what little of his face you could see through the dark brown beard and mustache. He was lazily puffing on an Vape pen, filling the room with the scent of strawberries.
"Looks like I got the best Salary package this this week." he drawled, almost as soon as Bernice closed the door behind her.
"Well, hello to you too, Mr. Parker. And I do not think any of our salary supplements have a superiority to the other. They are valuable and delivered with great care and consideration." Bernice frowned deeply and slapped on her strictest schoolmarm voice.
"Oh, jeeze, I didn't mean that...that..." Mr. Parker stammered and rose to a erect sitting position. Clearly her tone had delivered her intended message. "You are being a bit too familiar, and one has to be careful as familiarity can lead to indulgences. For when allowing a gentleman to fuck you in the ass, indulgences can be disastrous."
Mr. Parker gulped.
"Now, we have done this before..." Bernice walked over to the desk and set down her clipboard and began to undo her skirt. "... but I understand you have a special... request?" At the drop of her last word, she turned away from him and let her skirt fall to the floor, revealing red stockings and garters with no panties to cover up the most famous ass in the Parish. It could be called a bubble butt, but that phrase is too small, too simple, too petty a term for Bernice Carrollton's ass. It was almost perfectly round and smooth, with a symmetrical curve to each cheek that seemed mathematically perfect. Her ass was pale and clear of any blemishes, and with Bernice's every breathe, it jiggled and twitched in a way that would make a dead man cum. Mr. Parker's mouth fell open.
"Whoa... Mrs. Carrollton, I gotta say i never get tired of looking at that ass."
She ignored his compliment. "So, this supplement requires us to engage is sodomy alone, but, as a pay bonus for finishing the new baptismal fount ahead of time, you may... I don't know the Latin term...eat out my ass." Bernice was looking over her shoulder at the man, still holding her skirt just above her amazing butt. Her twisting profile made the 66 year old woman look like a pinup model from the 1950's- her cat's-eyed glasses, white ruffled button-up shirt and light blue sweater notwithstanding.
Mr. Parker's face lit up like a kid at Christmas. Bernice couldn't help but smile. She was supposed to keep a calm, controlled demeanor, but she really loved being fucked in the ass, and she luxuriated in the attention her ass won for her. In her youth, she had been forced by the times to hide her sexual side, and to pretend to be ashamed of what God had given her. But no more! She had a great ass, and it was about to get eaten out by a young, husky, virile man...and it was all for the Lord! She took off her sweater while slowly moving her ass back and forth. Parker began to unfasten his overalls, revealing a hairy body that rippled with muscles under a thin layer of fat, just enough make him not seem fictionally attractive. Bernice turned around and unbuttoned her shirt slowly, and then opened it up. Her 36C tits showed their age more than her ass, but a red lacy bra, cut down low and supported just right did wonders. Mr. Parker sat back down in his chair and instinctively started stroking his cock while staring the Bernice's chest.
"Well? Are you going to give me a hit?" She asked the ogling man. Parker looked confused for a bit and thin grinned foolishly and bent over to root about in the discarded overalls at his feet. He came back up with the E-Pen and handed it to Bernice, a curious look on his face.
"Here you go. Um...to smoke it you need to.."
Bernice had taken one quick look at the device, found the button, pressed it the correct amount of times and was drawing in a huge hit before he could finish the sentence. Mr. Parker watched, wide eyed, as this 66 year old sexy grey-haired granny held in a bodacious toke of electric marijuana smoke while gyrating her lingerie clad hips and tits in his face. She explained to Mr. Parker as she finally let out a long stream of light grey vapor from her wrinkled lips, "I've been smoking weed since my third friend had cancer. Now, get on your knees, come over here and get your salary, young man." Bernice turned back around, leaned over the desk, and let her round ass rise into the air.
Mr. Parker almost fell over as he scrambled to Bernice's offered posterior. Kneeling before her ass he filled his rough hands with with her soft asscheeks, caressing and massaging them. On top of that, he was laying soft little kisses on her thighs and hips, wherever his fingers weren't touching. Bernice was delighted to discover his beard was soft and pliable, not prickly or greasy, as as such it actually made it feel better. Though she loved how he was worshipping her ass as he kept going, Bernice began to wonder if the gentle nuzzling would be the extent of it, and then his tongue gave her asshole a little flick, and then another. It tickled, and she wriggled with pleasure. Then he began to lap away in earnest, his warm wet tongue digging in harder and harder. Bernice loved it! She tried to reach behind to grab Mr. Parker's hair and pull him in closer, but her arthritis wouldn't let her bend her arm in that angle. As if reading her mind, Mr. Parker grabbed her hips and pushed his face deep into her ass, his tongue swirling and probing deep inside her, his hands holding her tightly to him, his barely audible moans of pleasure making Bernice even hornier. She bucked back against his mouth, and let her hand fall to her pussy, where she began to play with her clit.
"Don't stop Mr. Parker, don't you dare stop." She said in a serious voice. And, he didn't. He licked and probed even harder and further, moving his whole head up and down while he did so, adding a whole extra dimension to the pleasure she was receiving. Finally, she gave in to her passion, and came hard, barely making a noise but bucking like a horse and trembling as Mr, Parker slowly decelerated the tonguing her ass.
