by Dee Dawning
"You're legs are wonderful. You're wonderful."
She spread her legs wide and smiled, then lifting her head to look at him, she frowned. "What're you waiting for? Aren't you going to get undressed? Believe me, I want to see you naked as much as you want to see me naked."
His fingers undid the first and second buttons of his shirt and moved to the third. "Sorry, I became captivated by your sexy strip tease."
She closed her legs and moved them forward allowing their weight to raise her into a sitting position. With his shirt removed, his hands moved to his slacks. "That's better." She stood and eased her short, solid, red skirt from side to side down over her hips, thighs and down, ultimately piling around her sexy feet. She stepped out from her skirt and kicked it to the side, leaving just her lacy red panties. "I'm almost naked, you'd better hurry up."
He kicked his shoes off so he could get his slacks off, and then stepped out from them.
Her hand grasped one of her breasts and lifted it while simultaneously lowering her lips and tongue to her hardened nipple, then sucking on it and circling it her tongue. "Reverend Riverton says he could suck on these for hours. Would you like to do this, while I take my panties off?"
He didn't even answer her. He sat beside her surrounding her nipple with his lips, while she reached into his shorts. "Oh, my."
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The Ruthless Preacher
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Chapter One – Vice
There are two great forces, God's force of good and the devil's force of evil, and I believe Satan is alive and he is working, and he is working harder than ever.
Rev. Billy Graham
Consuela looked out over West Dallas. She could even see the high rises of Fort Worth beyond the Dallas Fort Worth International Airport. "Oh, Sonny the view is magnificent. I don't know how to thank you."
He snickered. "We'll think of something. I thought you'd at least have a bed up here by now."
She turned to face him and smiled. "I can see what's on your mind."
He threw his head back and laughed. "I'll admit that's on my mind, but I was talking about having a bed to sleep on. When does your furniture arrive?"
"Early tomorrow morning. I don't suppose I could impose upon you to spend the night."
"Of course, I was just going to suggest that." He eased into her. "I like your hair down." He rubbed his nose across hers Eskimo style. And your perfume. What is it?"
"Gorgio and it's cologne. I told you that before."
"I forgot." He nestled his nose near the top of her neck and inhaled. "I love the fragrance." He kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I like the aroma of something else on you, too."
"I know. You told me. By the way, I shaved for you."
"Really? Let's go up to my penthouse then. We can have dinner in bed and I have a video tape of our last show I'd like to show you."
"I'd like that."
* * * *
Jamie Lee woke in a stupor. What's that noise? He looked at his watch and sat up quickly. "Oh, my God, it's ten after eight." He reached for and checked his beeper. Two messages, both from Missy.
He heard Gwen giggling and turned his gaze to her, lying naked, next to him. He couldn't decide who looked better naked, her or Missy, they were both exquisite. "What are you laughing about?"
"You. You aren't even married yet and you're already pussy whipped."
"Yeah, well, if I pull this anymore, I might not even make it to the altar."
She laughed. "Just tell her you were celebrating, knocking the viewer's socks off by fucking Gwen's socks off. You did you know? You were magnificent. You are magnificent."
"Very funny." How did I end up with two beautiful insatiable women? How am I gonna keep two nymphos happy?
He jumped out of bed and dressed in two minutes. "Sorry to fuck and run. Damage control, you know." He leaned down and kissed her. "Thanks, it was even better than I thought it would be and I expected it to be spectacular."
Jamie Lee hopped out of the elevator and raced to his car, a sixty-eight Pontiac GTO, gas-guzzler. Heading straight to Renaissance Jewelers, he picked out an engagement/wedding ring set, a fancy diamond bracelet and something small for Gwen.
If looks could kill, Jamie Lee would be gasping for breath from the stare Missy gave him when he got home.
"Hi, sorry, I didn't know you were going to cook dinner tonight."
"Well, I did. It's probably overcooked and dry by now. Where were you? I called twice and left messages."
"I'm truly sorry. I turned my phone off while I was in the meeting with your father and forgot to turn it back on. He suggested, I get an engagement ring for you, so when I left the office, I visited a few jewelry stores."
Her mood picked up at the mention of an engagement ring. "You got me a ring?"
"Two, really. An engagement and wedding ring. And I got you a bracelet to wrap around your pretty wrist."
She bounced around on the couch and stuck her hand out. "Well don't keep me in suspense." Her fingers began to wiggle. "Let's see it?"
He handed the ring box to her. She opened it and her eyes immediately widened. "Oh, Jamie Lee, this is stunning." She glanced up at him. "How did you—?"
"I didn't, I charged it to Soldiers of the Lord."
"Well, it's gorgeous." She put the five-caret diamond engagement ring on her left hand and wriggled her fingers. "How does it look?"
"It looks like it was made for you."
She stood up and hugged him. "Thank you, I feel guilty. I started having bad thoughts and you were buying me a ring."
"And a bracelet. He handed the bracelet box to her. "This is for you, too."
She sat back on the couch and rapidly opened it, reacting much the same as she had with the engagement ring. "Oh, Jamie Lee, it's beautiful." She slipped it on her right wrist and displayed it to her generous fiancé. "It's gorgeous isn't it?"
"It is, but nothing is as gorgeous as you." Jamie Lee felt guilty for deceiving her, but it was necessary. He knew she'd never understand his need for other women, when she was so perfect herself. He didn't even understand it.
She reached her hands around his rear end and pulled him between her legs until his legs bumped the cushion. She brought her elegant long fingered hands around to the front of his slacks and lowered the zipper. "Now, I'm going to give you a reward."
At first, it seemed like a good idea, but then he remembered his manhood had been in Gwen for the better part of two hours and would most likely smell of her sex. As she pulled his flaccid penis out, he stayed her hand. "Sounds like fun, but first I want to taste your first home cooked meal, even if it is dry and overcooked, because I screwed up, and then I want to take a shower so I'm nice and clean for you."
"That sounds like fun. I'll take a shower with you. I love for you to make love to me in the shower."
* * * *
After an energetic round of passion in Sonny's large round bed, he left to make some phone calls in his office. Consuela had never even slept in a round bed, let alone made love in one. She liked having sex in it, and looked forward to sleeping in it. The other thing she liked was mirrors everywhere—behind the bed, beside the bed and above the bed. She couldn't believe how sexy it was to watch—as if part of you were a voyeur spying on the two of you while your partner and you got it on. Lying in the bed, she looked up into the mirror above and fondled herself. It was even sexy watching her playing with herself.
Sitting up, Consuela decided to nose around the reverend's large, sexy bedroom. As Sonny had already demonstrated, no expense had been spared to provide the preacher with the latest in convenience and technological gadgetry. The nearby nightstand contained a specially made control panel, which controlled a large TV screen that lowered from the ceiling. With it, he could also pla
y stereo music at the touch of a button, or if he preferred, watch a movie. If she wanted to see the beautiful night view of Dallas, he could push another button and the motor driven drapes slid aside, exposing the twenty-foot window wall.
Donning one of the reverend's Hugh Hefner style smoking jackets, she headed for the large bookshelf, wondering what kind of books he read. Having seen a bookcase in his office, she assumed these books would be light reading and she was right, seeing titles by Clancy, Demille, Grisham and others.
Noticing the lower portion of the bookcase had doors, she stooped and opened one. It was full of VHS tapes. She pulled one out and examined it. The sleeve featured a photo of a well-endowed, naked woman and was titled, I Want You. She slid it back in its space and drew out the adjacent one. This one had two girls and a guy on the cover, in skimpy bathing suits and was called, Miami Spice. She put it back and pulled out the next one. More of the same, a side shot of blonde in a bikini bottom only, stooping and holding a naked man. This one was entitled, Daddy Doesn't Know. They were all porn.
"What do you have there?" Sonny marched up to her and relieved her of the tape.
"Gee Sonny, with all your rabblerousing over the years about porn, I never would have guessed you had a collection of it."
"Don't be naïve. Haven't you noticed that half of the celebrities and politicians caught in a scandal had previously virulently condemned that very same vice?"
"Now that you mention it—"
"I'll wager fully half of those haranguing against certain vices, be it infidelity, gambling, porn, drugs, prostitutes or homosexuality are caught up in the same vice." He studied the video cassette he'd taken from Consuela. "Daddy Doesn't Know. Not a bad flick. Have you ever fucked while someone else is doing the same thing on the screen?"
She frowned. "No, I've missed that experience."
He smiled and pointed at her. "You would like it. Would you like to try it?"
"I guess, if it isn't too demeaning of woman."
He laughed. "Some of it is, isn't it? I have one here where a woman's fantasies are fulfilled. She's treated like a goddess."
"That one I'd like to see."
* * * *
"Don't worry baby. These things happen."
Jamie Lee knew exactly why he couldn't get hard—no matter what Missy tried. It'd only been a few hours ago since he'd fucked Gwen like there was no tomorrow. Add in the fact he'd had sex with Missy at least a half dozen times Saturday and Sunday. Even his enormous virility had limits—he was no sexual superman.
I'll bet I could get hard for that cunt, Cheryl.
Missy, who hadn't given up, had him in her mouth. "It seems like you're getting a little bit hard, baby."
That's it, I can get hard for that bitch 'cause I hate her. No…I don't hate her. I love her.
A picture of Tommy fucking her came into his mind. He couldn't see their faces but he knew it was them.
Missy exclaimed. "That's it baby, you're almost hard."
Love her? That's impossible, I barely know her, I'm pissed because she wouldn't fuck me and now she's fucking Tommy.
Suddenly, his vision of the fornicating couple shifted and he could see Cheryl's lovely face. Her beautiful blue eyes widened perceptibly and an alarmed expression formed on her face when she saw him. "Tommy, what are you doing here? I'm so sorry baby."
Tommy? Tommy turned his head and looked at him, only it wasn't Tommy. It was he, Jamie Lee Vincent, pounding his pud into Cheryl's precious snatch. "I'm not sorry, Tommy. She's mine and you should have stayed away."
"Baby you're hard! What do you want to do?"
"Get on the bed any way you want. I just want to slam my cock into your warm slit."
Missy laid on the on the bed and spread her legs.
Jamie Lee, still in a dream state, mounted her and slipped his hunger into her warm, womanly lair.
"Why, Jamie Lee? You could have any girl you want. You already have Missy and Gwen?"
As Tommy watched, I slammed Cheryl with everything I had. She winced in obvious pleasure-pain. I looked up at Tommy's agonized face and reminded him, "You forgot Mother."
List of Published Novels and Novellas
A Dangerous Game
Alice in Eroticland *
Angel Love *
April Showers *
Blind Date
By the Book
Dreams
Dumped
Duped
EEK! I'm a Woman
Felicity Jones *
Felicity Jones – Rendezvous
Forbidden Passion
Fortune Cookie Magic
French Kiss
Fresh Cut Romance
Getting Naked at the Hilton
GENDER WARS – War on Women #
Groovin in Waikiki
Hollywood Witches
Jasmine's Urban Cowboys
Manhattan Miracle #
Mysta Ree *
Naked Research
Obsession (Formerly LEGS)
Sharing Brenda
Sister Laurel & the Atheist #
Thanks a Million
The Bastard Preacher #
The Ruthless Preacher #
The Wicked Preacher #
Plus several shorter works
Straight Erotica, no romance
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