The Church Committee Pays the Staff
It was the second Friday of the month, payday at St. Blatherington's Church. Well, it wasn't payday for the Rector or the other two theologians who performed the services, just for the staff that maintained the grounds and cooked in the kitchens. There were three custodians and two cooks who maintained everything in the busy church, and they had become famous throughout the parish for their hard work and diligence. Other Church committees asked again and again how St. Blatherington's managed to keep such hard working people with such low salaries, and The St. B's Ladies committee would just smile and adroitly change the subject.
But if you could see a payday at the church, you'd know how such loyalty is earned.
Bernice Carrolton was 66 years old and of all the things she had seen, and done in her life...other than her children being born and all that yahoo...Payday At St. B's was her favorite thing in the whole wide world. She had worked thirteen years in the committee to achieve the chairmanship, and performed her duties with a zest and attention to detail that had made her one of the most loved and respected members of the congregation. And, one of the most satisfied.
As chairperson, it was her responsibility to securely lock all the doors and lower the shades throughout the entire Church at five o'Clock sharp. As she she did so, Gilda Johanssen was to be gathering the staff in the Brother Nathan Moonchuck Memorial Lounge, a large carpeted space that was apportioned like an elegant living room with several couches and chairs. As Bernice locked the last door she hurried back to the Moonchuck room, where she found that the staff had already started to receive the Supplemental Income Package that had made St B's the envy of the State.
The two cooks, Jose and Victorio were standing in the corner of the room with Florence Plunkett, who was on her knees in front of them, her short white-haired head bobbing up and down on Jose's 6" dick while she used her free hand to stroke Victorio's rock hard cock. Bernice checked her clipboard which held the Supplemental pay sheet register, and there indeed was Mr. Sanchez and Mr. Gomez, scheduled this week for the 1 on 2 Fellatio. As Bernice updated her schedule, Mrs. Plunkett was having her blouse pulled down over her pale skin, revealing her healthy tits sexily displayed in a red lace bra, which was one of the rules on Payday; all the Supplemental Income Packages wore red underwear, lingerie, knickers and stockings.
Mrs. Plunkett's short haired mature Nun-like visage was now being faced fucked by Victorio as Jose cheered him on. She wasn't being hurt or coerced; blowjobs were Mrs. Plunkett's specialty, in fact, and she loved to have her 62 year old face fucked by young, strong cocks. Her hands were on Victorio's hips, pulling him closer and harder, and if a hard dick wasn't in her mouth you would be able to hear her begging for more. Finally she pushed Victorio back, and positioned herself in front of Jose. Her lips almost comically curled around Jose's dick, as she slowly took Jose's cock for it's entire length, deep throating the thick brown dick while Victorio played with her tits. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty seconds she held his cock in her mouth, and the she popped off with a wet gasp from her, a cry of pleasure from Jose and a "Holy Shit!" from Victorio.
"I do believe that's a new deep throating record for you, Florence."
Mrs. Plunkett turned towards Bernice. Saliva was dripping down her wrinkled chin and mouth, dripping to her chest. Her expression was beatific, her smile huge, and her eyes burned with lust. "Then it's a new record for the church, because with the Lord's help, I'm the best there's ever been." She then pulled off her bra, but left her green polyester suit pants on, and started sucking on Victorio once again.
Bernice turned to the other side of the room where petite Sonya Baker was spread out on the couch, entirely naked. Bernice was jealous of her tanned skin that was so taunt and smooth, all except for her 55 year old face, which had its wrinkles but was still lovely with her prominent cheek bones, ice blue eyes, and shoulder length hair. She taught Yoga at the Church and elsewhere, and with her dyed blonde hair she looked more like a thin Jane Fonda than a Church Lady doing her sacerdotal duty. Today, according to the schedule, her duty was a Basic Coitus Supplement with Brian Jackson, the 6'2 black groundskeeper. At first, Mr. Jackson had presented a problem, as he was a stereotype; a man with a huge black dick. It was 11 inches on a dry day, and few women could manage a cock that large considering some of the forms of Supplement the committee was contracted to supply. But Mr. Jackson had been accommodating, as he had a thing for fucking older women.
