“You don’t want to do this. It’s just the effect of my urges. It’s making you wanton.”
I snapped out a hand and grabbed his tie, pulling his face close to mine. I smiled, but it wasn’t the sweet smile I’d been forced to wear all day. It was sharp.
“I am wanton,” I admitted, rolling my hips in invitation to the pastor who was on his haunches, watching the exchange hungrily. Kellen’s face fell and his lower lip wobbled.
“No,” he argued feebly, “When the fog fades you’ll be ruined. I don’t want to cause another person damage.”
Pastor pulled my panties down carefully, and I sighed. This was what I needed. His lust thrummed through me in a steady pull. I pulled Kellen down so his lips were inches away from touching mine.
“It’s ok, little one. I am going to show you how to control yourself,” I promised, and sent him a pulse of lust that had his eyes rolling back and his knees buckling. The pastor had his greedy fingers around my hips and was hiking my pussy towards his mouth. I spread my legs, still holding on tight to Kellen’s tie. He was absorbing the lust quickly, his body eating it up with a voracious appetite. Despite the strait-laced appearance, there was no way this quiet, godly boy was anything but what I thought he was. I could feel his power and the hairs on my arms rose at his proximity. Or perhaps that was the pastor’s tongue circling my clit with a skill I wouldn’t have expected. His fingers plunged deep inside me, drawing obscene, wet sounds from my pussy. My head fell back on the armchair.
“Ohhh, yessss,” I hissed, my skin a riot of sensation. I sucked up every drop of lust faster than Kellen and he seemed to realize it, his eyes widening in horror.
“Wh-what are you?” he stuttered, trying to pull away but was captive by the iron grip I had on his tie.
I smiled at him languidly, my eyes hooded. I sighed in pleasure as the pastor sucked on my clit and hummed his appreciation against my skin.
“I’m like you.” I let the tie unravel from my hands. Kellen fell on his ass, his eyes wide with horror but his cock hard enough in his pants that I could see the outline.
“You crave this. You need this,” I panted, my hand tangling in Pastor Young’s hair.
“No!” Kellen protested. “This is immoral. It’s a perversion and a curse on my soul!”
I ignored him, my toes curling. My thighs shook as I whined.
“Oh Pastor, you can counsel me any time,” I moaned, thrashing my head against the material as he doubled his efforts. He scraped his teeth against my clit and sent me tumbling into oblivion.
“Fuck, you’re a savage,” I gasped, falling limp as the Pastor pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The wild pleasure in his gaze dimmed and his eyes shuttered. His ability to pretend this was just a service impressed me. Did he offer this to all his flock?
“The Lord doesn’t approve of foul mouths, Allera, but I can understand your reaction. It is exciting to receive the holy spirit inside of you.”
“Pastor, she’s not—” Kellen started, and I shot him a quelling look. His words trailed off, and he seemed confused.
“The Lord really mustn’t approve of you then, with that naughty tongue,” I flirted, and he looked flustered, rocking back on his heels. I looked at his hard cock in his black slacks and got an idea. I slid forward, falling to the floor and crawling towards him.
“I need more,” I pleaded, with wide eyes, getting closer to him. “I need the holy spirit to flood down my throat.” I ducked my head with a smile.
That might have been too much.
I reached Pastor Young, my fingers dancing up his thighs and ghosting over his zipper. I relished the sharp intake of breath and the pause as he let me grab it. He shook his head, as if trying to free him from the fog of lust permeating the room.
“Sweet girl, it’s my honor to serve you.” The tendons on his neck straining. “This is not the way of things.”
I shuffled between his legs, subtly forcing them wide for me. I blinked up at him, attempting to look innocent and plaintive.
“Please, Pastor.” I didn’t want to use any of my lust on him. I only got real enjoyment out of it with effusive consent. And I liked to test my ability to seduce without it. He needed some more pressure. I brought my fingers to the buttons at my chest and popped them out in a slow line, to my belly button. I peeled the innocent dress over my shoulders, revealing the curve of my breasts in a lacy, see-through bra. I might have to dress conservative on the outside, but underneath? Sexy lingerie was a must. I reached behind for the clasp, jutting out my breasts and watching as his dark eyes widened, hypnotized by the sight. Kellen made a noise behind me, and I looked over my shoulder, pausing with the bra half undone. He looked disheveled, a much more fitting look on him than the pristine, button-up, good boy costume he was wearing before. He ate up the sight of my skin, hungry and shamed, wincing at his eagerness.
“I’m just like you, Kellen. Except I love who I am. You can too, if you lean into the feeling rather than letting it build until you explode.”
He shook his head, but I noticed his feet brought him forward, as if he couldn’t stay away. Pastor Young was teetering, and when I tossed the bra to the side, I saw the moment he decided. He mightservehis flock, but at this moment he wanted me.
He needed me more than his God.
“Call me August,” he whispered, an invitation.
I didn’t wait, undoing his fly and pulling out his hardened cock. My clit throbbed, wanting to grind against the hardness, but I knew that likely would not happen today. I settled for running my tongue along the length, sucking the tip in briefly before letting go. I let spit drip from my mouth, coating him and filling the room with noises that made my pussy flood.
“God!” August croaked as I swallowed him into my mouth for the first time. I smiled around his length, swirling my tongue slow and careful. I wanted this to last. I wanted him to beg me. Lust was a cloud, and I was high on it, floating and recharging, energy flooding my skin and setting me alight. His legs tightened either side of me, shaking with the force of his pleasure.