The Pastor Of Kink

by Williams, Debbie

  Raising himself, he crawled up the bed, lying beside me; he pulled me to his side. “I am so sorry” he whispered. Was I hearing things or did this man just apologise for giving me the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, and all with his tongue. I tried to wrap myself around him, I got as far as putting an arm across him, when I tried to raise my leg to wrap it over him, and it felt like lead. I was totally spent, I looked up and met his sad face, I pouted slightly, so disappointed at my lack of libido. “Why so sad?” I enquired, “I really should have had more control, I have wanted to do that to you since we first met, I swore to myself that I would get to know you as a person first. I have used my share of women in the past, taken them for what I wanted and left them afterwards, without a care about their feelings. When I first met you I felt a pull toward you, maybe it is your accent, all combined with your looks and body. Either way I came here today with every intention of us talking and getting to know one another better. I may be a Pastor but that doesn’t mean I have to live my life like a monk. I have my needs and my desires.” He sighed deeply and shifted as though he were about to leave.

  “Please don’t leave yet, we don’t need to do anything more than lay here and cuddle and talk, just don’t leave yet,” I must be sounding so desperate. Truth be known since leaving my home I hadn’t found anyone that made me feel like he had done since I first laid eyes upon him.

  We lay wrapped around one another for hours, laughing at silly things from our past, I told him about my one love who had hurt me so much I had left not only my home, but my country to get away from it. I told him how my cousin had bedded the love of my life, how I found them in our bed, together. I couldn’t even say it was making love; it was pure unadulterated fucking. In OUR BED! The tears streamed over my cheeks, and I gulped the ever-growing lump in my throat down. I could get over the betrayal of our love or what I thought was love, but I would never get over the betrayal of someone I looked upon as a sister.

  He cradled me closer and comforted me with a gentle shhhhhhh against my hair. “You smell of roses” he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck. He stroked my back tenderly, slowly, until his hand fell heavy against me, his gentle breathing lulling me into calmness I had long since forgotten. I only needed one thing in my life, a man who respected me and would love me for me. Maybe, just maybe I had found someone who could do that.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  TREY

  What the fuck am I doing? I swore I would never get involved with another woman; I had been fucked over once too often. After last time I swore the only way I would see a woman was for self-gratification not for a full on relationship. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

  Grabbing a beer from my fridge, I sank into my sofa, holding the ice-cold bottle against my forehead. Eyes closed tight I thought about the last 24 hours, 24 hours that had hit me like a whirlwind. I never once thought that spending what should have been an hour, maybe two, with Roisin would lead to all this confusion, would lead to the total headache that was threatening to invade. All I could see was her body, those long legs, her soft alabaster skin, those deep emerald green eyes, the perfect frame for her beautiful freckled face could only be her long red curls that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. That familiar twitch started as I pictured her naked ass, in the air as she knelt before me, waiting to feel me inside her. Her voice was as sweet as the singing birds. Softly moaning as I took her over and over again.

  Downing the beer I slammed the empty bottle on the counter top and headed to the shower. Cold water hit my skin, causing it to pucker in tiny goose bumps. The cold was having no effect whatsoever on the growing need to be inside a woman. First thing I really need to do is find an addicts anonymous group, not in the town but maybe a case of travelling to the nearest city. Nobody in this small town could know about my addiction to the fairer sex. Why do they call them the fairer sex? There is nothing fair about driving a man insane.

  Grabbing the towel I left the cold-water shower and headed to the bedroom, time to get my official persona back on. I really hated the dog collar at times but it gave me a newfound need to help others find peace.

  Turning the pages on my brown leather planner, I see that Betty from the diner is first on my list this afternoon, grabbing my keys I head on out to my truck. The only woman in my life that wouldn’t fuck me over was my truck; she was a real beauty, a deep magenta highly polished baby with perfect chrome trim. I spent hours tending for her every need. Climbing inside I stroked the soft leather of the seats, these seats that had seen so much action but no more, I am calling time on my wild womanizing days. As sure as God is my witness it stops today.

  Keys in ignition I stretch out and hit the on button to the player, Adam Levine sang one of my favourite songs, feeling positive I turned the volume up and used the wheel like a drum, singing along in what I thought wasn’t a totally awful tone

  Please don't see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies

  Please see me reaching out for someone I can't see

  Take my hand let's see where we wake up tomorrow

  Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand

  I'd be damned Cupid's demanding back his arrow

  So let's get drunk on our tears and

  Swinging into the parking lot at the diner, I pushed the door open still singing away to the song that had silenced as I opened my door. As I closed the door and turned the Witches of Dullsville met me. I stifled the giggle that was building inside. I had just come up with the best name for the bevvy of beauties. They all sat applauding, I rolled my eyes, and this was going to be one of those afternoons. I cast my eyes over the group, and felt my heart sink as I realised Roisin was missing.

  “Good afternoon ladies, I hope you’re all well on this fine afternoon”

  Flashing them my smile I could almost hear the orgasm inducing affect it had on them. Chuckling to myself I headed indoors to see the lovely Betty. I was almost bowled over by the overenthusiastic reception that greeted me, hustled into a booth and coffee coupled with apple pie with ice cream, she hit me with her idea of having a baking competition on a monthly basis and of course it would be held in the diner so they could get the extra customers. I sat back and smiled whilst Betty chatted away at a hundred miles an hour, did this woman ever take a breath?

  Placing my hand on Betty’s arm and patting gently, “take a breath Betty, I am not going to run away, now let’s start again, nice and slow so I can write your ideas down.” I shovelled another mouthful of pie into my mouth; it really was one of the best I had ever eaten. Taking another deep slurp of my coffee I sat back and closed my planner, “well Betty I think we could have the basis of a great fundraiser, maybe do it quarterly and invite neighbouring towns to join in. I stood and pulled Betty in for a quick hug, the look of shock on her face made me chuckle.

  Swinging myself into the driver seat of my truck, I smiled to myself I think I am going to like living here in Dullsville. Maybe I could motion for a change of the town name though, I wonder if this state already has a town called Eastwick”, chuckling to myself. Music on again, I relaxed in my seat and pulled out of the parking lot

  “Well, well Trey Prescott it would seem you have quite the voice going on there” a clipped female voice spoke, making me jump near out of my skin. I swung round to find Becca reclined on the rear seat.

  “Becca how the hell did you get in my truck and what the hell are you doing?” I was starting to feel my anger bubble deep inside. Pulling over to the side of the road I turned and glared at her, “I SAID WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

  She didn’t flinch, no reaction whatsoever, this girl was definitely a cool one. I climbed out of the truck and opened the back door, I stretched inside and grabbed her arm ready to drag her out of the truck and leave her at the side of the road, and she could walk back into town, her punishment for her audacity, Oh! How wrong I was on that one. Before I had a grip on her arm she had pulled me in the back, I landed heavily on top of
her and was met by what I can only is the female version of myself. Only difference being she wanted full control. Closing my eyes I did the only thing I could think of doing at the time, I met her lips roughly with my own, this was now a case of male pride. I couldn’t let a woman have the upper hand no matter what I had sworn not to do this morning.

  “Stop! Not here in the truck” I pulled back and climbed back into the front seat. I turned the key and drove home, once there I parked on the driveway and before I knew what was happening she was out the truck and pulling me toward the front door. Literally as I turned the key in the lock she had me pushed to the ground, her hands fighting with my belt buckle and zipper. I pulled at my dog collar and unbuttoned my shirt, I needed some air, this was one hell of a turn on and something I had never had happen before. Raising my hips as she pulled my trousers down, closing her right hand around my shaft, I sucked a breath of air in through my teeth before exhaling with a hiss. She worked her hand up and down my length. As much as I tried to will myself to not react, it was a futile battle; she worked her hand a little faster whilst gripping tighter, I growled with each move of her hand, I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer if she kept this up. She leant forward and flicked her tongue around the tip, taking the drops of pre cum in to her mouth, the wet warmth of her tongue made me inhale deeply. My fingers wrapped into her hair, I forced her head down until she had me full length into her throat. Feeling her gag reflex I eased my grip slightly, she hungrily worked me in and out of her mouth, moaning with each move. “HOLY FUCK woman can you please stop!” She ignored my request and sucked me harder, it felt like she was trying to suck me dry, two can play at this game, pushing her away on to her back I pulled the front her dress, it was a dark blue wrap over with a tie belt, as I pulled the tie it released, the dress falling to either side of her body, the sex crazed bitch was totally naked underneath. I grabbed her hands and held them tight by her side, propping myself on my elbows, I licked from her breasts down to her pussy, stroking my tongue through her folds, swirling it roughly around her clit before I hit my goal, my tongue worked its way in and out making her moan.

  I loved the sounds a woman makes as she is being pleasured, be it from full penetration or from oral foreplay. Licking my way up her body I pushed the head of my now throbbing cock just inside her, the gasp for breath as I entered her pushing me closer to the edge. Pulling back with a wry smile, as she looked so disappointed, I rammed myself in to the hilt; the slap of skin as my balls hit her ass fuelled me further. If she wanted to fuck then fuck she would do.

  Working myself in and out of her hot wetness, getting harder and faster with each moan she made, shaking my head as the sweat beaded on it, grunting with each thrust into her, her muscles tightened around me like a vice, a deep throated growl as she shuddered from head to toe, hips bucking wildly to my thrusts. I couldn’t hold back any longer a loud groan as I pumped every last drop of my orgasm into her.

  Pulling away I lay on my back and closed my eyes what on earth was this feeling I had? I actually felt ashamed for what had just happened. Totally ashamed of my behaviour, panic started to set in what if this female version of myself liked to crow about her conquests? The town would know about my past, about the real me. Worse still someone else would find out and any chance I may have would be gone. As I mentioned before I wasn’t looking for a relationship but I think the relationship had found me. All I could see as kept my eyes tightly closed were the cascading red curls and deep green eyes of her . . . . . ROISIN!

  CHAPTER SIX

  TESSA

  Running the brush through my long blonde hair one more time, pulling it back into a tight pony tail, I wrapped the band around a couple of times to secure it. A quick slick of gloss on my lips and I am ready to head to work. I am a teacher at the local school, I loved my job, and it is so much fun working with the young children. I teach the 5 to 6 year olds. Today my class is going on a trip to the local woods to do a nature trail. They are all such lovely, well-behaved children, today is going to be so much fun. Lifting my bag complete with adventure plans for the afternoon, I head out the door.

  I usually take the car but today the sun is so warm nice and early, the warmth of its rays bathing my skin. In fact this would be the perfect day to laze by the pool in my bikini, but I am not one to pull sick days the children make my life less boring. I hadn’t met anyone other than the girls since I arrived here as a fresh faced newly qualified teacher. My life in England had become pretty much unbearable. I had been in a relationship with Tyler since I was sweet sixteen; I loved him with all my heart. So for him to have treated me the way he did had broken my heart and my confidence into a million pieces. I couldn’t believe it when I arrived home after studying in the library to find him in my bed with my so-called friend Amber. Not a case of them just cuddling, NO that would have been hard enough, they were bang at it, and when I say at it I mean they were loud or should I say she was, it was all I could hear as I opened the door to our small but comfortable apartment. It took me a few seconds to actually take in what was happening, reaching over to the dresser I lifted the vase of fresh flowers and stepped forward tipping the contents, water and all, over them. I turned on my heel and walked out. I could hear Amber calling after me, turning she was stood in the hall with a look of horror on her face stood behind her was smug faced Tyler looking like the cat that had got the cream. I waited until they had both left before returning and packing my things. I headed to my parents to spend the last few months of my time in England.

  I can honestly say that since then, apart from the lack of a love life, I haven’t looked back. I love my life; I have a good group of friends and live in a beautiful house. I would never be able to afford a place like this in England. Who wouldn’t be happy with pretty much continual sunshine?

  I walked towards the school with a smile on my face, saying good morning to people as I passed them by. I think I can safely say my life is as near perfect as I could ever want it to be.

  Have you ever had the feeling of being watched? I felt as though my inner being was under scrutiny, looking around all I could see was the new Pastors truck, a sleek purplish-red machine with blacked out windows. It definitely suited him, he was big and muscular and extremely attractive. I involuntarily tightened my inner muscles, it had been so long and I could definitely see him in my bed. I mentally chastised myself for having such thoughts; after all he was the town Pastor. I took one last look at the truck before I turned into the schoolyard. Any impure thoughts were soon chased away as I was greeted with lots of happy faces all saying hello at the same time

  The School bus was ready and waiting so I lead my class out to board ready for our trip. There were a total of 24 little faces so my assistant and I each took 12, settling them all down before taking our own seats. I took a last check of heads and glanced out of the rear window, I could swear the Pastors truck was following us as we turned onto the road. Laughing to myself I realised what a stupid idea that was, it was just coincidence, or maybe wishful thinking.

  If I thought it was warm in town, I was so wrong, with the canopy of the lush green trees holding the warm air in, it felt extremely humid in the woods. The little ones loved foraging for treasure, seeing the little faces beam as they found another item on the list was everything we teachers need to know we are doing our job right.

  All sat in a circle eating snacks such sweethearts every one of them. Andrea, my assistant took over while I wandered to see if I could find a washroom, as I walked taking in the majesty of the redwoods and the cuteness of the little chipmunks scampering around hoping to find a morsel of food. We didn’t have chipmunks in England, plenty of squirrels but no chipmunks I giggled as I walked at how cheeky they are. I heard a crack behind me and turned to find the Pastor leaning against one of the trees. He even looked well built while stood next to the giant tree. “Well hello Pastor, what a surprise to find you here” I could feel myself flush with heat; he really was a fine example of the male gend
er. “Do you usually hang around the woods in case a poor defenceless lady should walk by?” I raised an eyebrow quizzically. He flashed me his gorgeous smile and I could feel myself began to melt into a puddle inside.

  “Walk with me” his deep voice whispered huskily as he fell in step beside me “I really can’t I have left the children with Andrea, I am just looking for the washroom” I replied in a curt manner, biting my tongue as I realised it was probably a little to sharp. “I can meet you after school though if there was anything really important you need to talk about” giving myself a big pat on the back for how quickly I had recovered what could have been an uncomfortable moment. What came next I most certainly was not prepared for in any way.

  Before I knew what was happening he had me pinned against a tree, his mouth mashed against mine, his tongue slowly probing for mine. I could feel the taut muscles of his legs as they pressed against mine, my eyes widened as I felt his large erection against my thigh, I had to stop this now, this could not happen, not here and most certainly not while I had a class of 24 children waiting. I pushed him away and tried to gather my senses, I could hear my heart beating like a drum and the pulsating whoosh as my blood flowed.