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
