The Pastor Of Kink

by Williams, Debbie

  I can imagine right now you’re sat there shaking your head in shock at this bad person becoming a Pastor. Well all I am saying is I know where you are coming from.

  It was at the time I met Sasha, who I should add, became a regular playmate - I still feel myself harden every time I think about that tongue- that I met Charlotte Jones, granddaughter of the sweetest old lady you could ever wish to meet. Mrs Jones was a good looking older lady, even at the age of seventy you could still see how beautiful she was when younger. I am pretty certain Charlotte got her genes too. She was slightly shorter than I, with shoulder length blonde hair, amazing blue eyes, slim build but she had the most amazing tits. I was convinced when I first saw her that they must be implants.

  Charlotte had accompanied her grandmother to an afternoon coffee date with the other ladies. I just happened to be in the coffee shop when they arrived. Mrs Jones or Alice as she insisted I should call her, had beckoned me over to introduce me to her. Charlotte was very shy and could barely keep eye contact with me, and I could barely hear her voice when she spoke it was so soft. I sat beside her and chatted about the small township, her hobbies and of course I needed to know if she had a man in her life.

  “Charlotte, tell me how do you spend your days when not at work? Or school?”

  She blushed a deep shade of crimson it was as though she had no confidence in herself at all. “Well I am still a senior in high school so when not studying I mainly hang out with a couple of girlfriends, listen to music, read magazines and some books”.

  “High school senior, you must have a jock as a boyfriend then, a pretty girl like you”

  “No I don’t have a boyfriend, and definitely not a jock if I did have one, I can’t be doing with all that macho-look-at-me stuff”

  She glanced up from beneath her lashes, those blue eyes sending a jolt through me like a lightening bolt hitting the ground. Her lips were a deep rose colour and had a slight shine to them from the gloss she was wearing. I really need to try and get a grip; I was sat here lusting after a young woman who was barely out of kindergarten. I made my excuses to leave and said my farewells to the rest of the ladies, heading out of the door into the lovely warm sunshine.

  Slowly strolling in the warm weather I heard a call of my name from behind me, turning I saw Charlotte jogging to catch up with me. My eyes were instantly drawn to her tits, bouncing up and down within her tight fitted t-shirt. I now knew I was in deep trouble; I wanted this woman.

  “I am heading in the same direction and thought I would catch up with you, that’s if you don’t mind having a little company” she actually managed more than a low mumble.

  “Of course, I would be more than happy to have you join me, in fact if you’re not busy you could join me and tell me more about the high school and the youth of the town, I feel there is a vast gap to be filled for activities. I am all about encouraging the young, and I definitely think the late teens early twenties age group need more of this” I replied with a smile. I saw her face light up with a beautiful smile; her eyes glistened like the blue of the ocean when the sun casts its warm light on it.

  On arriving at my apartment I motioned for her to enter first, she gasped slightly as she saw how modern it was, hey just because I am a pastor doesn’t mean I cant be up to date with things, plus I needed my widescreen TV for watching ball games on.

  “Would you like a drink Charlotte? I have soda or Beer” I enquired “I would love a beer but I should just have a soda, it doesn’t seem right to be drinking beer this early”

  “It’s a lovely warm day if you want an ice cold beer” I grinned as I replied.

  “OK I am sure one wont do any harm” She made her way over to the kitchen as I reached into the refrigerator, grabbing two beers, then handing one to her.

  “Let me get you a glass for that”.

  “No it’s fine I can drink from the bottle, it tastes better that way” Her face taken over by a warm smile.

  I gestured for her to join me in the other room, I sat on the sofa and she sat at the opposite end. She seemed quite reluctant to relax, so I started to chat about college and what she wanted to do afterwards. Gradually she relaxed, as I had no other plans for that day I excused myself and headed into the bedroom to get changed. I removed my regular pastor outfit and put on a white tank, I removed my trousers and reached over for my shorts when I heard a tap on the door, turning I saw Charlotte, her face bright red with embarrassment as she realized I was still changing. I did however notice her eyes widen as she saw my tattoos and there was no way she could miss the erection I was sporting.

  “Sorry I was just wondering where the bathroom is” her voice had returned to its whisper again, she really was too shy for words.

  “It’s the second on the right, don’t worry I should have shut the door but I am so used to being here alone” I gave her a wink to try and break her awkward stance.

  She made her way into the bathroom and I made my way back to the kitchen, where I grabbed a couple more beers. As I returned to the sofa I saw her down her beer in one go and smile as she reached up to take the second bottle. I took a good slug out of my bottle drinking in how gorgeous she was. I still had two more days before I would see Sasha again; I hadn’t seen her for two weeks as she had been visiting family in another state. Add that and this beauty before me and you get one extremely horny Trey.

  As I sat back down Charlotte scooted herself closer, inspecting my tattoos, she seemed enthralled by the fact I was a pastor that was adorned with ink. Could this be the moment I could take advantage? Or should I get to know this young woman slowly, she seemed to be completely different to others.

  I lifted my tank to show her the rest of my tattoos; she lifted her hand to touch the bar through my nipple, her fingers brushed slightly against my chest, bringing a soft growl of approval from my throat. She pulled her hand away in surprise.

  “Sorry Charlotte I didn’t mean to startle you, just the touch of your fingers felt good and took my breath away slightly. I am still a man, being a pastor is not the same as being a priest or a reverend; I can still have relationships like any other man. Your touch just touched my inner being”

  She leant her arm on the rear of the sofa and smiled “tell me what it is like”

  “Being a pastor?” I queried

  “No being a pastor that still needs intimacy” She raised one eyebrow quizzically.

  I wasn’t expecting that kind of question to be coming from this quiet little mouse, it would seem the beer was easing her cautiousness. I chastised myself, did I really want to ruin any chance of maybe having a relationship that could be more than just an occasional fuck, a relationship of convenience. I really wanted to get to know Charlotte properly. Sure she was only 18 but I was only 27 myself.

  I sat back and decided I needed to head out that evening, I hadn’t been in a while but I was in trouble and really needed it.

  I chatted more with Charlotte without pushing the sexual nature, diverting her away from the “intimacy” question. I realised I needed to get away, so I made an excuse about seeing a waif and stray who needed my support and agreed to drop her off at home. From there, I continued on to my actual destination…

  …”Good Evening my name is Trey and I have an addiction” I stood with my head bowed.

  You see I may be a Pastor but I have a serious addiction. An addiction to SEX!

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “What ‘bout ye?” Roisin here and for those of you who don’t know Irish slang that means “How are you today?” I come from good ole Northern Ireland, the greenest, wettest place you could ever see. We tell the difference between the seasons by how warm the rain is. I moved here when I was 24, I really needed a complete change in my life after my last relationship turned sour. I know pretty extreme to move to another country. My life was so boring and I really was sick of the everyday trudge of life. So, I packed up my life, sold what I couldn’t bring with me and stuck a pin in the map. Really, that is exactly how I deci
ded where I was going. First stab of the pin was to choose the country and the second was a wild stab. When I looked really close at the map I saw Dullsville was the nearest place. Not a great omen perhaps given how boring my life in Belfast had become, but you’ll never know unless you take the plunge.

  So here I am now aged 27 and I can honestly say I have never looked back. I left good old rainy Belfast on a cold blustery November morning. I hadn’t shed one tear about leaving the place, I had nobody to say goodbye to, my parents had passed away a few years before, and they were older parents to an only child. I had my inheritance to help me get started in my new life.

  The plane jolted as it touched down, rumbling along the runway as it slowed to taxiing speed and I found myself ready to begin my new life.

  Three years later I have 4 of the best friends a girl could ever wish for, and I am finally ready to look for a new love. I have never been one for religion but we girls love going to our local meetinghouse and to be truthful I think we will be there everyday after seeing the new Pastor.

  I busied myself in my small but perfect kitchen; I was making wheaten bread to go with the pot of soup that was bubbling away on the stovetop. I had taken a call from Pastor Trey Prescott late last night, you remember the hottie from the diner we all met 2 weeks ago; he wanted to know what position I held within our little group. He seemed to be having a hard time understanding my accent on the phone so I had invited him for lunch, that way we could talk about it some more. I closed the oven door and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

  I squealed as I entered the shower, no hot water as usual, I really needed to get myself a house instead of an apartment that shared the supply of hot water with the other apartments. I quickly washed my hair and rinsed before reaching for my towel.

  “OH FOR FECK SAKE” I groaned as I realised I hadn’t put a fresh towel out, I scurried from the bathroom to my room and screamed; totally exasperated as I remembered I had put the fresh washed towels into the dryer as I put the used ones into the washing machine. I really need to get my head out of the clouds. As I stomped my way back to my room to grab my robe I heard the screen on my door open and a deep throaty voice calling my name. I froze totally as I realised there was no way I could get to my room before he reached the main room of my apartment.

  I chose to make light of the situation, leaning against the door frame holding a kitchen towel across my front and shaking my head so my hair covered my breasts, I smiled and said “You’re early” a flash of my green eyes would thaw whatever ice may be left unbroken.

  “What ‘bout ye? Pastor, come in and take a seat I am just doing my usual naked dance around the apartment, celebrating the fact I had a shower” I waited for him to take a seat then backed my way out of the room towards my room. FUCK MY LIFE this was just typical of my luck. Finally get one hell of a hot guy in my apartment and he is the local bloody pastor. Closing the door behind me, I lean against the cold white wood, closing my eyes as I take some deep breaths to calm my raging hormones. This was so wrong; I am here thinking the filthiest, obscene thoughts about the man currently sat on my sofa.

  KNOCK KNOCK

  The noise brings me back to my senses, and the predicament I am facing. “Just a second” I cry with a slightly higher octave finishing the sentence. Opening my closet I grab the first thing I see, a pretty pastel coloured playsuit, turning back towards the bed I am met by the most heart stopping sight I have ever seen. There lay on my bed is PASTOR TREY PRESCOTT! Propped up by my pillows and his arms behind his head, I feel his eyes travel over my body, causing me to take a gasp for breath. I could swear he has a fine thread leading from his eyes to my clit, I feel an intense tremble deep inside. IF he kept looking at me in that way I would be unable to hold back.

  TREY

  I tapped gently on the screen before I entered her apartment. The gentle rustle of the metal mesh echoed down the hall. I stepped inside and walked down the clean wood floored hall. As I entered the main room I was met by a vision of sheer beauty. This tall red headed goddess stood before me, leaning slightly against the doorframe to her kitchen, her tousled hair cascading over her firm ample breasts. The red seemed more vivid as it lay against her pale alabaster skin. My eyes drank in the sight before me, travelling down her body to where her hand gripped a kitchen towel across her lower body, hiding what I could only imagine to be an area of equal beauty.

  Her face flushed to a bright pink, all highlighted by her mass of freckles. Then she spoke, “What ‘bout ye?” all I could do was stand there looking like a total idiot. I had no clue what she had just said. I took a seat on the sofa as she scurried out of the room.

  Looking around the room I took in her girly environment, the walls were a very pale blush shade, pictures of her life back in Belfast hung in pale wood frames. The wood flooring wore its crown of pale cream rug. The sofa was a deep pink, with cream throws and scatter cushions.

  I shook myself out of my daydream and headed down the hall, reaching her door I tapped twice with my knuckles. I heard her slightly shrill voice that ended its sentence on a high note. Opening the door I found the room empty, glancing around I saw her king size bed, with deep pink comforter and pillows, I strolled across the room and made myself comfortable. Moving the pillows to support myself, I lay back and gazed into the open closet, drinking in her creamy ass as it swayed with her moves. Its taut but ample curve made my cock twitch in pants. I moved my hips slightly and adjusted the way my jeans were lay,

  I still felt uncomfortable with how my cock was behaving, its hard bulge threatening to burst the stitches that held the zipper in place. Running my left hand over my groin, stifling the moan threatening to escape my mouth. I tugged at the zipper slightly to release the tightness, my hardness growing more as it felt its freedom.

  On opening my eyes I realised, Roisin was looking right at me, a look of need and want in her eyes. She was holding what looked like a pastel coloured dress across her arm, with a matching lingerie set held in the other hand, still totally naked. Raising an eyebrow I greeted her with a large smile, knowing my perfectly white teeth never failed to get a response. Inside my heart leapt as she took a gasp of breath. I had no intentions of this happening when I arrived, I just wanted to know her better, to sit and talk, know her likes and dislikes. She was different to the others; something about her drew me in. I didn’t want casual I wanted no I needed to know all of her.

  ROISIN

  “Made yourself comfy I see” trying to hide my embarrassment at still being totally naked, I took a step back into my closet and quickly got myself dressed. Shaking my head confidently I head into my bedroom, my red curls framing my face, green eyes sparkling. Please let him be lay in that same spot, I hadn’t missed the fact his zipper was undone on his jeans neither. Hell you would have to be totally blind to miss it. From the size of his bulge he packs a more than average sized cock. Glancing across to my bed my stomach sinks as I see he has gone. One last look in the mirror a quick pinch of each cheek a slick of gloss across my lips and yes I am happy.

  “Would you like a beer Trey?”

  “I really shouldn’t, I am thinking the best thing to do is to maybe put a lid on today and head on home. I shouldn’t have entered your room like that and what you saw was far beyond what my job calls for” he had his head resting in his hands, shaking it gently.

  “Hey don’t be so hard on yourself, I really should have been more prepared when I took my shower, you wouldn’t have had to see me in that way. This isn’t your fault, you’re a man and not trying to blow my own trumpet here, but when a man sees a body like mine, he is bound to react.” I ran my hands over my breast and over my ass, accentuating the curves. Leaving the comfort of the sofa, he took three strides towards me, before I knew what was happening he had me pinned against the wall. His right knee rubbing against my pussy, the pressure had me panting and I found myself grinding back against his knee. His mouth covered mine; tongue searching inside, swirling around mine, gentle nibbl
es to my bottom lip before he sucked on it hard. A growl as he realised I had a playsuit on and not shorts, his hand travelled up my inner thigh, inside my suit searching for his goal. First one finger slid inside, he rotated it slightly and pushed another one inside, slowly pumping them in and out. My knees trembled as he worked me into a state of need. “FUCK more, please, more” I sounded so desperate but I had never been so turned on. HE removed his fingers and ran them around his lips first, then mine, moving in towards me he licked around my lips, a deep growl from deep inside his throat vibrated through me.

  “OMG PUT ME DOWN” I screamed and laughed as he swept me off my feet and carried me into my room. He literally threw me on my bed, and ripped my suit down the front so eager to remove it. I finished the job as he removed his own clothes. Grabbing my feet to pull me down the bed, he pushed himself between my legs and buried his face within my folds. He thrust his tongue inside; I swear he was so deep I thought he was going to reach my tonsils. My hips lifted from the bed as I gripped the comforter and dug in with my heels. Continually moaning loudly, gasping for breath as he sent me ever higher, my whole body shook violently as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced raced its way through my whole being.