Big Book of Smut 2

Pastor’s Lil’ Slut

I shifted uncomfortably in the plastic chair, trying to ignore my mother’s loud book reading.

You’re probably asking yourself short of an audio book, how does one read loudly? Let me present exhibit A: An uber religious housewife who spends her days hovering and overstepping. Fulltime mother=full time pain in my ass.

I flipped open a dated brochure on the table beside me where a turkey held a sign that read, “Be Thankful for Jesus.”

If there was such a thing, a God, I suppose I should be thankful for my genes. I had my mother’s white blonde hair, though mine was crazy curly unless I flat ironed it. I had dark blue eyes that guys always claimed they could stare into all night. I had a petite body, only clocking in at 5’5 and 115 pounds.

I pulled out a compact, checking myself. There wasn’t anything better to do.

“That’s what got you here in the first place,” Mom said with a sigh. “You’re more concerned with the flesh than your eternal soul.”

I snapped the mirror closed, taking her straight on. “It’s not like I had a bukkake fest with the whole senior class, Mom. I just hooked up with a guy, who happened to be my boyfriend. It wasn’t nonconsensual and you only found out about it because I decided to tell you about it.”

She held her button nose high in the air. “I’m not sure what this bukkake is, but just because it wasn’t as bad as it could have been doesn’t make it any less heart-breaking. You had sex outside of marriage, Leslie.”

“What if I told you that I don’t want to get married?” I said, fighting the urge to grab her by the shoulders and give her a good shake. “What if I don’t want to end up barefoot and pregnant or wondering if my husband’s screwing the secretary?”

She gasped like I slapped her across the face. I wasn’t sure why she feigned surprise. Steve Johnson, the latest guy that was playing hubby, spent what little time he was at home with his eyes glued to my chest. The rest of her track record was no better.

“How could you say something so horrible?” Mom said, lips quivering.

I let out a sigh. “I didn’t mean it, Mom.”

“You did,” she sniffed, pulling a tissue from her purse. “It’s the devil in you.”

“For Christ’s sake-”

The door to the pastor’s office swung open and he stepped into the waiting room. Words dried in my throat. I used to think it was because he was in a position of power, commanding respect from the pulpit. But ever since we…

I swallowed, trying to fight the urge to fall to my knees right then and there. I forced my eyes from his groin, up past his cherry red V-neck sweater that barely hid his sculpted abs and defined pecs. I found my way to his strong chin, lusting over his thick red lips. When our eyes met, his chocolate eyes softened, before they went blank. He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair before his attention turned to my mother.

“Mrs. Johnson, I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to you-“

Mom shot out her hand. “Don’t worry about it, Pastor. I really appreciate you seeing us on such short notice.”

He held open the door for us, casting a quick glance in my direction. “I’m here to help in whatever way I can.”

I kept my mouth shut as she steered me inside his office. She gushed on and on about the Picasso behind his desk, spinning around as she took in the room like she was in some sort of museum. I wanted to tell her that the only work of art I saw was Pastor Lewis…and what he had tucked inside his pants.

“You’re a Picasso fan?” Pastor Lewis said to her, a smile at his lips.

“Oh lord yes,” Mom said with a dopey grin. “I just love that one he did with the dark colors and towers and swirly things.”

I raised an eyebrow. “ Starry Night?”

She scratched her chin, but nodded after a moment. “I think that’s it. Yeah that’s my favorite piece by Picasso.”

“That was Van Gogh,” I said with a cruel chuckle. I sunk into a chair in front of his desk. “We already see that keeping secrets isn’t your forte-apparently art isn’t either.”

She gasped, but it was Pastor Lewis that made me hang my head.

“I think you owe your mother a little more respect than that, don’t you Leslie?” There was a tone in his voice that told me it wasn’t a suggestion.

I gulped. “Yes sir.”

He gestured at the empty chair beside me. “Why don’t you have a seat, Mrs. Johnson?”

She paused for a moment, like she was afraid my hatefulness was contagious before she squat in the chair, crossing her feet at the ankle. “Thank you, Pastor.”

I watched him walk behind his desk, his strong shoulders rippling beneath the argyle. I could already feel my fingers stretching across them as I plastered my body to his. Just the mere memory of being with him was enough to make me cream my underwear on the spot.

I crossed and uncrossed my legs, trying to relieve the pressure that boiled in the heart of me. This was gonna be a highly awkward sit-down…but worth it. It was the only way-even if it meant an uncomfortable conversation with Mom and a look of disappointment from Pastor Lewis.

He cleared his throat as he swiveled to face us. “Alright. What brings you two here today?”

She flipped her frosted hair over her shoulder. “Well, Pastor, it’s just a mess.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “It’s not a mess, Ma. I’m 18, I consented-”

“It’s not of God!” she thundered, slamming her palm on the arm of her chair.

The room went quiet after her outburst, a pensive atmosphere giving us all pause. I stole a glance at Pastor, but his eyes were on his desk. Why wouldn’t he look at me? Why wouldn’t he give me a reaction?

I was the first to speak. “It’s really none of his business.” I turned to her. “You promised if I told you what was going on you wouldn’t freak. You promised it would just be between us.”

“That’s before I knew what you’d done!” she wailed dramatically.

Pastor Lewis leaned back in his seat, his focus on my mother. “Mrs. Johnson, you know I want to help you whatever way I can, but Leslie’s an adult.”

“Eighteen years old,” I piped.

His eyes went stony as he flashed me a look.

“Sorry,” I said with an apologetic smile.

“Like I was saying, Mrs. Johnson,” Pastor Lewis pressed on, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “Leslie’s an adult. If she doesn’t want my help, or to talk, I can’t force it on her.”

I had to swallow the desire to rush him at that exact moment. I wanted him to force me, turn me out…I couldn’t stand this distance thing. I knew I saw something flash across his face. He had to care. He just had to.

Mom reached out and clasped my hand, the guilt pouring off her in waves. “Leslie, I’m sorry I got upset, but what you did…” She squeezed her eyes shut like she could barely stand the sight of me. “What you’ve done is so sinful and unholy.”

One of his frames clattered to the floor and we both turned in the sound of the racket. He found my eyes and for a split second, I got what I wanted. His eyes may as well have been ivy green because the jealousy was as plain as the nose on his face.

Mom moved from her chair and picked up his frame, cooing as she looked at the family behind the glass. “Such a lovely picture.”

He flashed her a smile. “Thank you.” He took the frame and laid it on the desk, not bothering to stand it back up. “So you were discussing Leslie’s behavior.”

She nodded. “She needs someone to talk to, pastor. Some guidance.”

I let out a sigh of disgust as I leaned over and pulled my phone out of my purse. “This whole thing is ridiculous.” I’d left the volume on and every punch of my fingertip was broadcast loud and clear. I could practically feel Pastor Lewis cringing. “There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.”

“Put the phone away.”

His voice was a crack of a whip, snapping my eyes up to his. With trembling hands, I slid it back into the heart of my belongings. “This is all so silly.”

Mom reached over and clasped my hand, willing me to look at her. I almost felt bad staring into her aqua blue eyes. She had no idea that Billy was just a ploy. She had no idea that I would have sucked and fucked the whole freaking town if I thought it would get me in Pastor Lewis’ office.

“Please,” she begged, squeezing my fingers so tight they went numb. “Please talk to the pastor. For me.”

Oh I wanna talk to him alright, I thought to myself, trying to seem detached and annoyed. “Fine, Mom. I’ll talk to him.” I ripped my hand from hers and shook it out, tingles of sensation rippling as feeling returned to my digits. “But I don’t think it’s gonna make a difference.”

“Of course it will!” She cheesed like Moses himself had just come down from the mountain to tell her I wasn’t gonna burn in hell after all. “Tell the pastor exactly what you told me.”

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, the nerves tumbling in my gut. In my mind, I saw it going this way-I’d tell my slutty story and Pastor would send my mother out so we had some time alone. He’d pout and apologize for ignoring my calls and getting his secretary to lie about him being in the office and then he’d lay me out on the carpet and screw my brains out.

Still, there was a seed of doubt that festered-what if my plan blew up in my face? What if my actions just drove us further apart?

I licked my lips. “It happened last night.” I folded my hands in my lap, the jittering of my possibly rash behavior rippling across my body. The jarring sensation took me back to Billy Edenton’s F-150, the cab jerking as it went down the old dirt road. The smell of the night air, Paisley on the radio, and the feel of his shaky hand on my thigh felt so real. I knew what we were doing; what it would mean-and I didn’t care.

Pastor Lewis’ voice was clear as a bell. “Leslie? Did you hear me?”

I blinked rapidly, floating back down from the memory in my head. “I–I’m sorry, Pastor. What was your question?”

His lips were a firm line. “I asked what happened between you and Billy.”

“Ah,” I said, scooting to the edge of my chair. “Where was I? Oh yes-after our date.” I ran my hands up and down my thighs. “We’d just gotten back in town. Me and Billy’d gone to see some zombie flick up in Marville. I still had an hour before curfew.”

Pastor Lewis nodded. “Go on.”

“So we were gonna-” I took a beat and made an obvious gesture with my eyes. Mom turned her head away with disgust, but Pastor Lewis just stared ahead at me, like I was talking about the weather instead of hooking up with some guy the night before.

“Just say it out loud, Les,” Mom said acidly. “If you’re grown enough to do it, the least you can do is say it.”

I glanced back at the pastor. Why hadn’t he asked Mom to leave yet?

“Well Mom,” I said, equal portions of disdain in my voice, “Maybe if your husbands of the week had spent less time ogling me and more time being father figures, I wouldn’t feel the need to screw guys on back roads.”

She leapt from her seat, almost toppling me over when she got in my face. Talking about her ex’s was always a sure-fire way to get into a hardcore confrontation.

“How dare you!” she screeched, spit flying in my face. “Don’t make this about me…no one touched you. No one made you spread your legs!”

“Oh I see,” I said with a bitter chuckle, “I’m a whore. That’s great, Mom. Real Christian-like.”

“You ungrateful-”

“Alright!” Pastor Lewis cut in loudly, calling a timeout. “Obviously tensions are high.” He drummed his nails on his desk before conceding. “Maybe it would be best if you waited out in the tabernacle, Mrs. Johnson.”

“But I-”

“I will help Leslie,” he said gently. “But I think things would go smoother if it was just she and I.”

She peered over at me, her face still colored with hurt and anger. “You want me to go.”

I tried to look sorry and hoped she bought it. “Yeah. It would be easier, Mom.”

She shot another look at the pastor then forfeited, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her skirt. “I’ll be out in the tabernacle if you need me.”

I turned my head in the direction of her departure, each click of her kitten heels taking me closer to my goal of being alone with him. As soon as his office door snapped closed and I heard the tap of the second set of doors shut, I bounced from my seat. “I thought she’d never leave!” I bridged the distance between he and I, my heart roaring in my chest. “I’ve missed you so much.”

But instead of sharing in my delight, he gave me the cold shoulder, turning his head when I leaned in for a kiss. “What’s this B.S. with you and Billy Edenton?”

I took a step back. “Well, Billy is my boyfriend.” I scooted onto his desk, swinging my legs in and out with barely-contained glee. “You jealous?”

His dark eyes narrowed. “Answer me.”

His voice shook the playfulness from my tone. “It didn’t mean anything, John.”

“Pastor Lewis,” he corrected with a sneer. “If it didn’t mean anything, why did you tell Maureen?”

I bit my lips, suddenly worried that my whole plan was gonna blow up in my face. “You pushed me to it. You stopped answering my texts, my emails. You got your bitch secretary to lie to me-”

He backhanded me, sending a jolt of pain across my cheek. “You pushed me to it. You know I’m married, Leslie. I have a newborn kid for crissakes. You were talking crazy, rambling on and on about us living happily ever after.”

“Is that so ridiculous?” I tried to steel my voice but it wavered. “John-Pastor Lewis, I can’t get you out of my head. I did the only thing I could think of to get your attention.”

I cried out when he reached out and gripped my chin roughly, forcing me to look him dead on. “Tell me what you did.”

His nails dug into my skin, sending a renewed bout of pain to my already raw flesh, but I didn’t pull away. “You refused to see me.” The discomfort his ferocious hold caused was replaced by a craving that I knew all too well. I was obsessed with him…ever since we hooked up on the beach during a church trip to Myrtle Beach. His powerful caress, the way he moved in me while the waves crashed against the sand. I’d do anything, be anyone, bed anybody if it meant that I could just breathe the same air he breathed.

He let go of my chin with a snort of disgust. “So you decide to seduce me by acting like a petulant child?”

“I’m not a child,” I said, my voice rising.

He turned from me, shaking his head with disappointment. I had to salvage this…I had to remind him how good we were together.

“I’m wearing that perfume you like. The cotton candy one.” I angled toward him, stopping a few inches from his mouth. “Wanna smell?”

His lips twitched as he lingered there, but he just moved away, creating some distance.

“Don’t you miss me?” I pouted.

He pulled at his sweater. “Leslie-”

One word melted away my inhibitions and I dove back in, burrowing my cheek in the nape of his neck. “God, I love the way you say my name.”

He responded to me at first, letting out a sigh of his own before he grabbed my shoulders and knocked me backward. “I said this was over. Last time was it.”

His words were like a blow to the stomach, knocking the air from my lungs. I wanted to cry and beg for him, explain that nothing compared to the feel of him inside me, but that wouldn’t shock him back to reality. We both knew we belonged together. Right or wrong, we made sense.

I slid from his desk, realizing the only way to get something, anything from him was to get a rise. I had to make him jealous.

I lowered myself in the seat across from him. “I thought you wanted to hear about Billy.”

He massaged the bridge of his nose. “You should leave, Leslie.”

I twirled a gold tendril around my finger. “But don’t you want to hear about what happened last night?”

“Leslie-”

“We drove down Fort Run Rd.” I paused, trying to seem nonchalant. “You know that road, don’t you Pastor? The one out past McLane Farm?”

“Don’t do this,” he said hoarsely, his face turning red.

I licked my lips, only emboldened by his visible reaction. “I was already pre-gaming, rubbing him through his pants.” I clucked my tongue when I saw his hand creep off his desktop to his lap. “It was just Billy and I, with some depressing drawl on the radio. The real show was going on in his pants…and I had front row tickets.”

I let my hand travel up the skirt of my dress as I recounted the prior evening. “He was so nervous, Pastor. I could practically hear his teeth chattering.” I let out a hint of a moan as my fingertips brushed the seat of my panties, the moistness sopping me to the bone. “I asked him what he had in mind and he asked me if I was serious.”

“Serious?” Pastor Lewis said, his eyes glazed over.

I nodded. “I’d told him about a fantasy I had.”

“Oh God,” he whispered. I had to strain to hear it. He was trying so hard to be good, to deny what was rightfully ours.

I swallowed a gasp of my own as I sunk my index finger inside my sheath, its warm embrace making me dig my heels into the floor. “I–I told Billy that I had this fantasy of being fucked by three guys at once.”

“You’re so d-dirty,” Pastor Lewis stammered. “So full of sin.”

I let out a giggle that morphed into a wheeze of elation as I flicked my pleasure knob. “That’s what Billy said too. ‘No way Jose’, actually. I told him that was okay-that all I really wanted was his cock.” I swirled my finger around my button. “You should have seen how he bulged in between my fingers after I said that.”

“You sucked him off?”

I nodded as I slowly rubbed inside my nether lips, my body racked with a tide of bliss at my touch, at the thought of Pastor Lewis’ touch. “He couldn’t unbutton his pants fast enough. I got up on my knees and then-”

“Get your ass over here.”

My eyes widened in shock. He usually liked when I talked about my slutty behavior. “Say what?”

“You heard me,” he said bitingly. “Get over here now.”

I bat my eyelashes. “I thought we were done.”

“Don’t make me ask again.” His voice was ominous and unnerving, but I shrugged it off. He liked to play tough but he was a pussycat in between the covers-so gentle, so caring.

I sashayed back behind his desk. “Want me to show you what I did to Billy?”

My gazed trailed down to his crotch, expecting to see him erect and oozing, but it was still tucked in his pants. Hidden. “I don’t understand.”

“Strip down.”

I hesitated, but shrugged, moving to lock his door.

“Leave it,” he ordered. “Strip. Now.”

A sliver of need tickled my center as I sauntered to the door, flicking the dead lock. The last thing either of us needed was my mother to walk in on us.

I slowly walked back toward him, wanting him to take in every jiggle, but his face was blank and unreadable. Thinking maybe he needed a bit more skin, I reached behind and unzipped my dress, slowly releasing my thin body for his approval.

He still didn’t say a word.

Getting a little concerned, I unhooked my bra, setting my breasts free and bent over, giving him a pendulum of lust as I stepped out of my thong. I was bare before him, butt naked.

I dropped my hand to my crotch. “You wanna watch me touch myself?”

He said nothing, only crooking his finger, beckoning me to him.

“Playing the strong, silent type, eh?” I slid back over to him, my cotton candy peaks swelling as I remembered how his mouth felt on them. “Am I playing the demon possessed slut?”

He kept up the quiet game, the only sound the creak as he swiveled his chair to face me. He was starting to weird me out. “Everything okay, John?”

He gestured at his lap. “Get over here.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “I want you to come in my mouth this time. I tried this new thing and, OUCH!” I let out a squeal as I reached over and snatched me to him, his touch stiff and cold. I spilled into his lap, all knees and elbows. I tried to steady myself, but he held me still until I was firmly laid out across his thighs.

My mind flitted back to standing in front of my parents’ bed, stealing glances at my father. What had it been? Stealing a candy bar from the grocery store, getting a C on a report, or getting an attitude with Mom?

In the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t matter. He just pulled out his belt and took me over his knee. Every lash he dished out made me wince until I cried out that I was sorry, but inside a want grew; a want that made me feel dirty. Slutty.

Now, here I was in a similar fashion, laid out over a much older man’s knees, bare bum in the air. Pastor Lewis’ behavior was bizarre but intriguing. What did he have planned?

My body cried out in anticipation when he began to rub my naked cheeks, his palm cool against my skin.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

I wasn’t sure what he wanted. Did he want me to be naughty or good? I just stayed quiet. I let out a yip when his palm collided with my bottom, sending a biting pain over me.

“Answer me,” he said sternly. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Leslie?”

I wriggled against him. This wasn’t the lover I remembered. He was supposed to be tender, a protector-not callous and unforgiving.

But I went back to those bouts in a dark room, fear etching a dismal masterpiece as I waited for the belt. Did I like being hurt? Did I want to be punished?

He pounded me again, almost closed fist so it sent a dull throb across my center. “You deserve to be spanked, don’t you?”

I squirmed, shaking my head back and forth. “No!” Yes, a voice whispered inside. God yes!

A third strike told me that he wasn’t buying it. “You sucked off Billy and you liked it, didn’t you?”

I lolled my head up and down. “And I guzzled every bit of his cum.”

He struck me. “You’re a dirty slut.”

I stayed quiet, the sting of the beating eliciting warm tears that clouded my vision.

“Say it.”

“Say what?” I grunted.

“That you’re a dirty whore,” he said thickly.

I swallowed a moan when I felt him move, swelling in his pants as I fought against his hold on me. “I’m a good girl, Pastor.”

I held my breath as he leaned forward, rustling through his drawer. Was he pulling out something to hit me with? A ruler?

He settled back in his seat, one of his arms looping around my waist, securing me firmly in his lap. “What else did you do with Billy?”

When I felt the head of something toy at my hole, I let out a giggle as I grinded against him. “After he came, I kept sucking, getting him good and hard all over again. He hardly lasted at all. He’s not like you, John.”

“Don’t deceive me with your evil tongue.” His preceding slap on my bottom made me holler in agony. I knew if I had a mirror my bum would be as red as a tomato. We had officially traveled from the erotic zone to the solitary blush of anguish. It wasn’t fun anymore.

“What did you two do next?”

I tried to untangle myself from him. “C’mon John, I think I’ve had enough.”

He held me tight. “You’re a little temptress, aren’t you? What were you wearing?”

I froze up as I felt whatever tool he had teasing the slit of my derriere. “I–I wore that flowered dress of mine. All we had to do was hike it up.”

I let out a bloodcurdling scream, but he smothered it with his other hand, turning it into a muffled wail. He’d taken the brutal instrument and shoved it into my butthole. The thunderbolt of pain made me dizzy.

After a moment he moved his hand, a string of saliva from my mouth trailing to the floor. I let out a mute sob. “D-don’t.”

He ignored me. “Did you think of me while he made love to you?” He grinded it into me, ripping his way as he pumped.

I shimmied and shook trying to break free. “You’re hurting me!” All the lust was gone from my voice. “Let me up!”

“I thought you liked being used,” he said coolly. “Like a plaything.”

“It hurts!” I protested, fighting with a renewed vigor. He just kept pumping it harder and deeper, oblivious, or uncaring that he was ravaging me.

“I’ll lube you up when you say it,” he said, his voice hot with desire. “You’re a naughty slut, aren’t you?”

“YES!” I said hoarsely, squeezing his calves. I tried to take my mind off the ferocious quell that made tears gush from my eyes. “I was naughty!”

I expected him to release me, but he just turned the dildo. “Apologize.”

“F-for what?” I sobbed.

“Your pussy, your ass, your body belongs to me.”

I panted with horror as he pushed the whole thing inside me. It was so massive that I thought it’d spill out my gaping mouth. “I just wanted you to notice me!”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head backward, sending shards of pain across my scalp. “You were trying to make me jealous, but now I’m just angry.” He released his grip on my hair and my head slumped back down. “You think I want some punk’s sloppy seconds?”

He pulled the dildo from me and my body spasmed with relief, but he just replaced one pain for another as a brutal strike landed on my raw bottom. “Don’t let it happen again, Leslie. You’re mine.”

I let out a round of sobs at his last words. He slackened his hold and I spilled from his lap into a pile at his feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I curled into the fetal position. “I just missed you. I missed you so bad.”

When he pushed out of his chair and leaned down to me, I flinched. But instead of another lick, he stroked my hair. The affectionate lover I knew had returned.

“You really missed me?” he asked.

I nodded, sniffling through my runny nose. Tingles rippled over my naked body as he unzipped his fly.

“You don’t want anyone but me?”

“No one else,” I swore, moving to my knees. “Only you.”

When I saw his swollen head peaking through his boxer briefs, I let out a hiccup of elation. His veins were a road map of desire as he uncoiled his full length. He released it, allowing me to take hold of his engorged rod.

“Oh John,” I moaned, one hand deep in my warmth. I used the other to steady his member, easing it inside my mouth.

My tongue dashed out, swirling around the tip. I lapped up his sticky precum, a white hot pressure building in my groin. I brushed with great strides up and down his length, matching it to the thrusts of my fingers as I pumped my pussy.

He stroked my head, running his hand to the nape of my neck, pushing me to take all of him. His rod filled me to the max, choking me. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I’d dreamt of this moment.

I pulled my digits from myself and took a hold of his sack. I massaged his balls the way he liked, steady and slow. I smacked on his member like it was the last time I’d see it, taste it.

I rocked my hips back and forth as I worked him. He had to know how much I wanted him. All the boys in the world couldn’t stack up to my pastor. Nothing else compared.

I felt his muscles contract and spasm. He was getting close.

He took a hold of his stiffness and jerked it. I assumed the position, my face a blank canvas for his desire. I wanted it to sink into me. I wanted him to tattoo my flesh.

He let out a grunt and we soared together, my thighs spasming as the tingles coursed over my bare body.

As his cum pelted me in orgasmic rhythm, it hit my eyelids, my nose and careened down my chin. My body shook as my own coursed down my inner thigh. I was a creampie. I was Pastor’s lil’ slut.

After the last stream emptied from him, I took my hand and smeared his stickiness all over my face then brought my palm to my mouth, licking it clean.

“Be my good girl,” Pastor said, his voice shaky. “Be good and I’ll give you everything.” He turned back to his desk, pulling out a terry towel.

I held out my face for him. I was his.

All his.