Reluctantly Deflowered by Pastor Graham Read Online Free Page A

nature. It had taken me over and I wanted more, much
more.
    He rose, his mouth wet with my desire.
    “Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord in
vain, Maggie,” he said, and I blanched. What was he going to do to
me? “I guess you'll have to do penance.”
    “No, Pastor Graham,” I said, watching in
horror as he unzipped his fly. His member was stiff and thick, and,
God help me, I wanted it, but I was sure that my inexperience would
only make him angry.
    “You let me worry about that,” he said,
grabbing my head and pulling me toward him. “You worry about
wrapping your lips around my cock.”
    I flushed beet red at the mention of the
word. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I can't. I never,”
    “You'll learn, girl. Now do as I say,” he
said.
    I opened my mouth and he guided it to his
engorged dick. The chair creaked as it leaned forward under my
weight. The tip slip past my lips and into my wet and waiting
mouth. I sucked at it, softly at first, but harder as I heard the
Pastor's groans. It became a game. I took him deeper, licking the
underside of his shaft as his dick grew in my mouth. I bobbed up
and down, covering his shaft with my saliva and thoroughly enjoying
his reaction.
    He grabbed my hair, twisting it up in his
strong fingers and bringing tears to my eyes. I looked up at him,
and the desire in his eyes mirrored my own. He took control from
me, thrusting his cock into my mouth in rapid strokes, each one a
little deeper than the last. It should have horrified me, but I was
so entrenched in my sin that it made me even hotter. He plunged
further, the head of his dick brushing the back of my throat.
    I gagged.
    He held it there, cutting off my air supply
as I struggled to control my reflexes. I grew lightheaded and my
vision started to fade. He pulled back, taking his cock from my
mouth as I sputtered and gasped for oxygen. His cock quivered in
front of my face, glistening with my saliva. I wanted it inside
me.
    “Very, very good,” he said, unbuckling his
pants and letting them drop to the floor. I stayed in the chair,
gulping down air as he stripped off his shoes and underwear. “Danny
is a lucky boy.”
    His legs were taut and well muscled and I
remembered that he had once been a logger, a profession once common
in the area until the timber companies over cut. He picked me up by
my hair, fully in control as he pulled me over to his desk. A
jumble of thoughts ran through my head, and I was unsure about the
act we were going to perform.
    “Pastor,” I said. “I don't think I can. I
mean,”
    “Can what, Maggie?”
    “Do this.”
    “Of course you can,” he said. The wood was
cool against my bare breasts, and Pastor Graham's hand moved down
to the small of my back, pressing me down onto the hard, unyielding
surface. “And once you do, your demons will be gone.”
    He forced me to splay my legs out, his hand
pressing against the inside of my thigh and drawing a moan from me.
I knew it was wrong. I knew it was a sin. But I had to have this
man's cock inside of me. It was driving me crazy.
    “Relax,” he said. I felt his hard rod against
my thigh as he positioned himself. The head parted the wet folds of
my snatch and I clawed at the desk, ravenous and longing to be
fucked. It pressed against the entrance to my tight, little hole
and I wiggled my hips in an attempt to force it into me. Then he
took it away.
    I lost my mind for a moment and pounded on
the desk in frustration. My frustration turned to pain as Pastor
Graham's hand came down on my ass, hard. It reminded me of another
time he had punished me. That was about the time I'd become
obsessed with the man. I cried out with each slap, the sound of his
hand on my fleshy buttocks echoed off of the walls of the small
office and rang in my ears. The pain and the denial made me even
more wanton.
    “Penance,” Pastor Graham said. “For taking
the Lord's name in vain. For cheating on your husband to be.” Each
phrase was punctuated by a smack.