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Chapter 17: Barbie and Pastor Frank
Barbie, her sister Becky, and their daddy-dads were all passed out on the floor from their torrid sexual romping when Barbie awoke to her cell phone chirping. She dragged herself away so as not to disturb them and found Pastor Frank on the phone.
"I'm sorry to disturb you on the weekend Barbie but we have a situation here at the church that I'd like you to attend to. Could you manage to come in and help with a few things?" he asked.
"What sort of things Pastor Frank? I'm kind of here with my father visiting this weekend and I'm kind of busy" she replied, her pussy still soaking wet and dying to have her daddy fill it up.
The pastor explained that he just received a huge order of jewelry for the gift shop and he wanted to talk with her about it. He wondered if there was some kind of mistake that she had ordered so much. Part of it too was that he had been sporting a rather hard Johnson in his pants ever since he last saw Barbie, ever since she deviously seduced him into sucking her big boobies.
Barbie seduced him because she and her sister were so well drugged by the Powder of Suggestion their neighbor had blown into their faces. He had even given Barbie a special Lactation Liquid to make her big lovely tits produce lots of erotic yummy milk. Milk that would make any man horny and hard almost all the time a natural Viagra of sorts and she was spreading it around to her advantage, that's for sure.
Deep inside, the Pastor wanted, no needed, to gaze at her again, to stare at her young face, her small, delicate young body, her nicely rounded hips and incredibly narrow waist and the fullness, the swollen nubileness of her luscious breasts. She was just so full of youth and enthusiasm she was contagious.
Barbie, for her part, was hoping she could somehow convince the pastor to let Tommy come back and work at the church again. She was dying to see Tommy some more. She was really falling in love with him, well, actually she really wanted to fuck the daylights out of him, and the Pastor had sent him away to work elsewhere to avoid the carnal acts he had caught them doing hidden in the church pews, of all places. The church was a sacred place after all.
So, Barbie threw something on quickly before she left the house. She glanced at herself in the mirror and was impressed by what a sight to behold she was. Her waist was deliciously thin, just like her sister's, which accented her lovely wide hips. Her petite 5'-1" frame accentuated her large, shapely breasts; much like those of Katie Banks the porn star.
It was her old Catholic school uniform that she chose to wear, except that she used to wear it when she was only 15. Being 18 now, the white blouse was stretched to the max with her expansive tits jiggling within it. Of course, she neglected wearing a bra and chose to only attach three of her buttons to contain herself. The top one was right in the middle, just at the level of her pointy nipples so she revealed quite a delicious amount of soft young cleavage. Her pleated blue skirt rode rather high on her since her hips had filled out quite a bit since she was 15. If she were to bend over and touch her toes, she would surely show off her tight little cunny, her lovely little pussy. Finally, she threw on her blue vest to provide some degree of restraint and so she could travel in public. Barbie also grabbed some more clothes, hoping to wear them if she did happen to run into Tommy. Barbie had a plan.
As she descended the stairs she turned and saw her dearly beloved sister Becky sliding down the naked body of her daddy-dads. Just as he opened his eyes from his slumber, Becky's mouth descended on his manhood and joyously engulfed him. He was shocked and overwhelmed all in an instant. Barbie knew he was in good hands, or lips, as the case may be, and she was out the door.
As Barbie approached the gift shop, she removed her vest so that the Pastor would be sure to see her braless hooters bouncing to and fro beneath her tiny blouse. Indeed, he looked up at her coming down the hall and was mesmerized by her erotic splendor. Her big jugs were indeed bouncing left and right, just begging for his attention. Her long naked legs displayed her youthful skin. Her skirt was barely covering her ass, as it were, and his eyes certainly traveled right up into her sacred spot. His thoughts were not pious at all, they were rather compromised due to the stiff nine-iron he was sporting in his slacks: his rigid Johnson his stiff boner, his fucking rock-hard cock, as some would say.
So, there she was, sauntering down the hallway, wiggling her hips as much as she could, knowing this would only cause her tits to bounce that much more. Her short skirt made her legs look very long, almost as if she was much taller than she actually was. One could easily imagine them wrapped around one's head as you gave her pussy the good licking that it deserved. Squeezing her big tits while you sucked her pussy dry would make anyone's cock hard as hell and ready for giving her the good ramming that she deserved.
As Barbie entered the door of the church gift shop, she had grabbed a box of the supplies she had ordered, hugging it to her chest which only made her big tits bulge almost out of her top displaying the top half of them quite excitingly. The Pastor tried to focus on business, though his eyes were staring directly at her chest.
"Barbie, what is all of this?" the Pastor asked trying to stick to business even though his body was betraying him, his lengthening cock felt warm in his slacks. "Your gift shop is very busy these days it seems. It's truly a wonder, but I just want to be sure you intended to order all of these items." he stated.
"Well" Barbie said, "I have been really cultivating our customers lately. I have really good customer relation skills I think. Look at this box of scarves I ordered. Aren't they lovely?" she asked as she bent way over to pick up the box from the floor. She did so with her back turned to him and her very brief pleated skirt rode up her ass cheeks threatening to display her naked pussy beneath. Another inch or so and the Pastor would have known she had no knickers on whatsoever!
"You know" she said, "I have even been modeling some of our wares for the customers. The women seem to appreciate it but I also seem to have a lot of their husbands coming in, some of them come in quite a bit I've noticed. Sales are just so great, don't you think?" she quizzically asked. As she spoke, his eyes continued to be captivated, almost hypnotized some would say, by all the young flesh she was revealing both above, and below her rather tiny white blouse. It left her midriff exposed and they way it stretched the fabric so tautly he was afraid her buttons might even burst!
"Barbie, you really should be dressed a bit...." he tried to say but was quickly interrupted by Barbie who explained, "Pastor Frank, you really did catch me off-guard at home this weekend. These clothes were all I could throw together to come down and see you. I'm so proud at how good the gift shop is doing lately. Don't you think it's great?" she said with glee and excitement.
"Oh Barbie, I'm so sorry to have torn you away from your weekend with your father, but I really wanted to iron things out here at the shop. Could you tell me what's been going on to effect such a huge amount of sales for us?"
Her tits were jiggling so much with her enthusiasm, their nipples scraping against the cotton fabric of her tiny blouse that the Pastor became quite speechless and quickly silenced by her young quivering flesh as his eyes remained glued to her hot curvaceous body. In fact, his eyes were being sucked in by the large, jutting, pointed beacons of her nipples. Her nipple tips poked out so boldly, screaming for his attention.
Barbie continued, "Well Pastor Frank, many times I will simply put a necklace on so that the man can better imagine what it would look like on their wives. It is important that a man can see what a necklace looks like framed with the bare flesh of the nape of a woman's neck around it, don't you think?"
As she said this, she traced her index finger around the small necklace pendant she was wearing, emphasizing her exposed flesh and very much on purpose, the tremendous valley of her delightful cleavage. She let her finger drift down over the bump of her breast, giving a slight flick to her distended nipple poking so gloriously outward. "I sell a lot of necklaces this way."
"These bigger boxes here are full of scarves. I've shown a lot of men how their wives could wear them in all sorts of manners. A woman can wrap them around her hair." As she said this she wrapped a scarf around her lovely long hair, reaching up with both hands, which, of course, caused her hooters to jut outwards even more. Her nipples poking out right towards his eyes. He couldn't look away. He was a human deer in headlights, and he just loved her 'headlights'.
She continued, "Women can even wrap them around their bust and wear it like a bikini top." In saying this she took her thumb and forefinger and traced a horizontal strip across her chest showing where a scarf could be wrapped around a woman's tits to hold and contain them. Her fingers pressed into her flesh, just like the Pastor would most certainly like to do with his own fingers.
"Scarves are really just so versatile. Why some men have even asked me to model them so they can better imagine them on their wives. I try to be really helpful to them. Isn't that the right thing to do Pastor?" she asked without really expecting a reply. "I know I've captured many a man's interest with my modeling." she proudly exclaimed. "I've sold quite few scarves," she said.
