“How about another piece of pie?” Claire asked as Jack took his last bite.
“Woman, if you keep feeding me like this,” Jack said as he patted his belly, “I won’t be able to leave here when the snowplows do come.”
“Well, we mustn’t disappoint Priscilla now.”
Jack grimaced. “And on that note, we should probably turn in and get some sleep.”
“Okay. Ah, where do I sleep?” she asked as her heart beat faster.
“Well, last night’s arrangement is fine with me.”
“You men are all alike!” she scrunched her face in consternation.
“Probably, but it’s the only bed I have here. You can sleep on the couch if you want but the temperature drops below zero at night and it gets awfully cold in here. You could get up every hour and add more logs to the fire but that means we’d have to go out and cut more wood tomorrow to help get through the week.”
“Hadn’t thought about that.”
“And besides we’d be sharing body heat.”
“I don’t know ….” Claire bit at her lower lip.
Jack’s gaze glued itself to the indentation her teeth made in her lip. He had a strong urge to trace that indentation with his tongue. His breath caught and released as he watched her indecision.
“Listen, I promise not to take advantage of you. It’s just that under these circumstances …”
“I guess it’ll be alright. But you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
“It’s not my hands you have to worry about, honey.”
Claire watched as mischief played at the corners of Jack’s eyes and a sexy grin crossed his lips.
“I’ll be sleeping fully clothed this time,” she said.
“You mean …” Jack’s eyes widened. He felt a stirring in his groin at the thought of Claire lying naked beside him. “And I missed it. Damn!”
CHAPTER FIVE
Mayor Dean Hatfield stretched out on the sofa of the luxury suite. He’d barely made his flight to Chicago in time once again due to his wife’s inadequacy. She had developed a habit of thrusting important Mayoral documents requiring his signature in front of him at the last possible moment. The flight itself had been nerve-racking and the taxi ride to the hotel had been upsetting to say the least. But once inside his hotel room, he’d taken a deep breath, poured himself a drink and sat anticipating the arrival of his lover. A lover he had kept secret from his wife and the newshounds for almost fifteen years.
He sipped his Scotch and relaxed. He’d been looking forward to this trip for months. He didn’t get to visit his lover often but he did allow himself the pleasure every once in a while. He simply told the woman he was married to that he was on a business trip and she was left to her own devices. He knew she’d probably spend her time visiting all the local restaurants with her crony friends and shopping trips here and there as usual but that didn’t concern him now. She’d take it all back to the stores when he got home. He’d see to it. He always did. The salary she received as the Mayor’s Assistant didn’t come close to covering her extravagance and he was not about to spend any of his Mayor’s salary or his inheritance on a measly female.
A knock sounded at the door bringing him out of his silent thoughts.
Quickly, Dean jumped up from the sofa and sat his glass on the coffee table. He hurried to the door and cracked it just enough to see his lover standing there looking up and down the hallway.
“Clear?” he asked.
Seeing the slight nod, Dean opened the door wide enough for Jason to get inside.
“Darling, it’s so good to finally see you,” Dean said as he pulled Jason into his arms and gave him a long slow sensuous kiss on his waiting lips.
“Well, sweetums, it’s about time you could spare a little bit of that time of yours for little ol’ me. Did you bring me a present? I just love presents you know. Like my scarf? It’s new you know. Oh I just love silk. It makes me feel, well, so sexy. Don’t you think silk is sexy? Did you notice anything about me? Watch closely now.” Jason pirouetted around the room.
“I do believe you’ve been working out again. That ass of yours is tight enough to flip quarters off of.”
“Silly, of course it is, but that’s not what I wanted you to notice.”
“Sorry, but I just couldn’t help myself.”
“That’s okay love. Everyone notices my cute tushy,” said Jason as his hands cupped his buttocks and he thrust it outward toward Dean. “But that’s not it. Watch again.” Jason proceeded with more pirouettes around the room.
Dean laughed with a gleam in his eye. He loved teasing Jason. “Okay. Must be a new outfit.”
Jason stomped his foot like a perturbed child. “No, no, no.” He removed the silk scarf from around his neck and tossed it on the sofa.
“Could it be you’ve learned a new striptease for me?” Dean asked.
“You silly man! You can play with my nipples if you let me play with yours.”
“Okay,” replied Dean. Jason was a true version of all the blonde jokes and easily distracted. “But first darling, what did you want me to notice?”
“Oh my, I almost forgot, didn’t I?” Jason replied bending one leg at the knee, and raising it behind him as his hands clapped in joy. “Watch now.” And again he pirouetted around the room.
“Ah, I get it now. It’s the dance moves. You’ve been learning a new dance. What gives? Tell me about it before you burst with excitement!”
“I’ve been in New York! I’ve been taking ballet lessons. Oh it’s such fun, love!” Jason clasped his hands under his chin and jumped up and down excitedly like a child. “And the best part is, drum roll please!” His hands flailed through the air. “Now get this, I get to perform with the New York Theatre Ballet for the summer!”
“That’s great. I know how much you like the ballet. I’m very proud of you, Jason, darling. That deserves a toast.” Dean began to pour a glass of wine for Jason and refilled his own Scotch.
“I do have a slight problem though and I need your help with it.”
“How much this time, love?”
“I need tuition, rent and living expenses while I’m there. It’s just for the summer. Could you spare a measly fifty?”
“Good God, man, fifty thousand is highway robbery!”
“I knew you’d be upset with me but really Dean, you’ve got the money and if you don’t give it to me, that stupid sow of yours will only spend it on something equally as stupid.” Jason’s lower lip broke into a quivering pout as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and shuffled his feet along the floor.
“I didn’t mean you couldn’t have it, sweetheart. You know I love you and I’d give you anything I could to make you happy. I just meant they are robbing all their students at that price.”
Again, Jason jumped up and down in excitement clapping his hands, “Then you’ll give it to me.”
“Of course I will. I’ll call and make a donation with the provision of your being enrolled before you leave, sweetheart.”
“You’re the best! I’ll be a star. You can come see me at the ballet. You can bring that stupid sow and watch me and only you and I will know. She won’t have a clue that she’s looking at your lover will she? Oh, that’ll be so much fun!” I get hard just thinking about it.” Jason jumped with excitement.
“Yes, it will darlin’ and I like it when you’re hard.”
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get down to the really fun stuff. It’s been so long and I brought a new toy for us – wait’ll you see what it is. It’s just so cute.”
“You sweet talker you. I’ll call room service. You get the shower ready.”
The mayor finished ordering from room service and walked into the bathroom. He stood watching Jason for a few minutes. He really did love the goofball. Even with all his idiosyncrasies Jason had always been his one true love. Oh he didn’t kid himself at all. He knew Jason had other lovers when they weren’t together but he didn�
�t want to think about that. He couldn’t expect Jason to wait for his beck and call. But he did love him, in his own way, and he knew Jason loved him equally. If things were different, if he weren’t mayor. If, if, if.
“There you are. The water’s just the way you like it. Care to join me?” asked Jason bringing the Mayor’s thoughts back to the moment.
“I’d be delighted my love.” Quickly removing his clothing, Mayor Dean Hatfield stepped into the shower stall with Jason and immediately clutched at his own chest as he fell to the floor.
Jason screamed.
CHAPTER SIX
On Wednesday evening, the Reverend Ralph Waldo Wolfe stood at the back of his church shaking hands with his congregation. He was a little concerned over Claire’s whereabouts but for the time being he needed to concentrate on the luscious women before him
“Wonderful sermon, Reverend Wolfe,” the Mayor’s wife said grasping his hand a little too tightly. “I do so look forward to Wednesday evenings. You make it so hard,” her fat fingers squeezed his hand a little tighter, “for me to miss one single sermon.”
He watched as her watermelon-sized breasts shook with her laughter.
“Well, Mrs. Hatfield, I’m so glad I deliver what you need,” pausing he patted her shoulder, “to hear.” Reverend Wolfe smiled.
Phyllis turned and continued hurriedly out the door.
Yeah, I’ll take care of you later. The Reverend turned his attention back to his present duty.
“Ah, Merle Hathaway so good to see you this evening,” Ralph grasped her offered hand and squeezed it between his.
“Reverend Wolfe, you were in fine form tonight. You know how to deliver,” she paused slightly, “a sermon.”
“Why thank you, I do my best,” he released her hand as his eyes flickered ever so hastily down her succulently formed body.
After the last of his congregation had said their goodbyes and filed out of the church, Ralph took a quick look around to make sure he was alone. Locking the door and turning off the lights, he walked back towards the front of the church.
Reaching the front pews, he paused long enough to remove his clothing before taking his place once again behind the pulpit to begin his usual ritual.
Reaching into the pulpit podium and he took out the small vial of anointed holy oil he kept there and unscrewed the cap. Standing there naked, he poured some of the oil into his hand and sat the vial on the pulpit. He began to rub the oil around in his hands as he walked down to the altar, his cock already hard.
Lying on his back on the altar he began his nightly routine of rubbing the oil onto his penis and praying to his god.
At first he rubbed slowly, caressing every inch of skin, then he began to stroke faster and faster until his god took over and he no longer controlled the release of his holy “counseling” and it spewed forth as a sign he was indeed ready to be used in anointing yet another needy female.
Twenty minutes later, another arousal evident to no one but himself, he carefully trudged through the accumulating snow toward the parking lot and his own car. Snow slid down inside his shoes and wet his feet. He hated snow and he hated the cold.
“Damn crap anyway. It could have held off a little bit,” he said. Just as the words left his mouth, he remembered where he was and glanced around to see if anyone had overheard his cussing.
His right foot slipped, then the left and the good Reverend flailed momentarily before landing hard on his butt. The snow, wet and cold, soaked into the seat of his new suit trousers.
“Piss, shit, fart, puke! Damn this fucking shit anyway!”
Getting to his feet, he trudged onward toward his vehicle. His left foot found a pothole hidden underneath the snow and Reverend Wolfe stumbled, his feet paddling beneath him like a duck before he fell face first, eating snow as he went.
“Damn this pissing shit!”
Lifting himself up to his knees, he crawled the remaining few feet to reach his black Suburban. His arousal now limp. He quickly opened the door and crawled up inside the cold vehicle.
“Damn it,” he screamed, his fist hitting the steering wheel. His teeth began to chatter and his body shook from the cold. Sticking the key into the ignition and turning it, he listened as the motor roared to life.
He felt a moment of raw power. Testosterone surged through his body reawakening his penis to its hardened state.
His thoughts raced back to his mission at hand. He began his nightly journey with visions of all the childhood superheroes he’d pretended to be. From The Lone Ranger to Tarzan and Superman, each one caused him to sit up straighter and his chest puffed up ever so slightly with each new thought. He was like those superheroes, rescuing those damsels in distress as his god put them before him. He was doing good works for all mankind. He was a hero.
In his mind he began to plan out his evening trip. He would head home first for a quick change into dry clothes before heading back out in the snow and damnable freezing weather to his cabin where the Mayor’s wife would be waiting to warm him a bit. He grew warmer just thinking about her.
God had given him the ability to anoint the women of the church and it was his duty to keep them pure. Women were often times left at home and their loneliness became too much for them to bear. So his god had anointed him with this duty and he knew he was just the man for the job.
God had shown him his calling years ago. It was perfect.
Ralph remembered that moment well. As a young minister fresh out of seminary school he had been praying in the study of his first church asking for guidance. He needed to know how to help his parishioners.
A young woman, not unpleasant to look at, had come in. She began to pour her heavy heart out to Ralph. At some point, her head rested on his shoulder as he patted and rubbed her back in comfort. Ralph looked into her sweet innocent face and his cock jumped. It had been a hot summer night and, inside the church that evening, it had gotten even hotter.
From that moment on, he knew he was to help the women in his congregation stay pure and true to their husbands. God had given him ample equipment to handle the task. His erections were instantaneous and never ending. As a man of the cloth, he could satisfy their sexual needs and since God had told him to, it wasn’t a sin on either party’s behalf. He simply kept the women true to their husbands and marriages. He fulfilled the needs their husbands couldn’t or wouldn’t.
An hour later, excitement stirred in his loins as he rounded the last curve before he saw the cabin and a car already parked there in its usual place.
“Easy, Big Boy, it won’t be long now,” he said rubbing himself between the legs. “Not much longer now.”
Opening the Suburban’s door, he stepped down onto the running board before stepping down knee high into snow.
“Shit! I hate this crap,” he mumbled.
Slamming the door behind him, he glanced back down the drive for a quick minute making sure no one had followed. He remembered well the fiasco from his last church. He’d had several other churches besides this one. Usually there was always some kind of fiasco when one of the husbands just didn’t understand the fact God had chosen the good Reverend to do “service” work so he had made several hasty decisions to leave town.
Satisfied that all was clear Reverend Ralph turned his attention back to the task at hand. His arousal jumped in anticipation as he thought of what waited for him on the other side of the cabin door.
Opening the door, Ralph stepped inside. Phyllis stood with leather whip in hand ready to sting his buttocks. Her face, covered with a black leather mask, showed only lips that were painted bright red.
“Down on your knees, you sniveling bastard!” she demanded. Raising the whip she held in her hand, she brought it down with a loud crack. Ralph, knowing Phyllis’ game well, instantly dropped to his knees. She liked to play it often as did the elementary school principal, Merle Hathaway. Phyllis liked being in control and barking out the orders for a change – something she never got to do at home. Ralph had taug
ht her to play this game and she did so enjoy it.
Walking around Ralph, Phyllis shut the door. He could hear the leather of her ass chaps as her legs rubbed against each other reminding him of the cicadas in the summertime. Her black thatch on display and her ample bare derriere moved as though it were an elephant’s head swinging from side to side. And with her pendulous breasts tied up in nothing but leather straps, she was, indeed, a sight to behold.
He felt the sharp heel of her spiked boot as she placed it on his rear and shoved him flat on the floor.
* * *
Ralph continued to lie beside Phyllis long after they had finished their sex games. He knew she needed to feel wanted and comforted. She had often told him how dirty her husband made her feel when having sex. He was a wham, bam, no thank you ma’am kind of guy and gave all the orders and her climaxes were non-existent. She was always left feeling used and often felt as though her husband was repulsed when having sex with her at all.
“Phyllis, you’re so beautiful when you’re in the throes of sex. You’re an angel.” He knew his comments secretly pleased her.
“But Reverend ...”
“No, no, now Phyllis,” Ralph interrupted stroking the side of her face. “You’re a beautiful woman. You have these wonderful ample breasts,” he cupped as much of the closest one as he could with his hand, “and that derriere that’s just the right size for a man’s big hands to hold onto. And that secret place between your legs, well, that’s enough to bring a man to his knees.”
“Oh my, Reverend.”
“You just remember now, a man who cannot appreciate the beauty in a woman, is not a real man. Not to be talking about the good Mayor, mind you, but I do believe he’s lacking in the manhood department.” Ralph smiled a knowing smile. If only she knew just how lacking the Mayor really was.
“That’s why I’m here. God heard your call. Why, such a beautiful woman like you could have her pick of any man she wanted. But I know being the Mayor’s dutiful wife, you have to be careful, and God doesn’t want you to betray your marriage bonds so that’s why I’m here.”
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