Sinful Whore

And then they were done. He pulled out of the whore. Donna Paxtor moaned in delight, clearly satiated like I was. I stepped back from the window, pulling up my jeans and buttoning them. I stared at the juices on my fingers then bolted.

I had to think. Reflect.

And my reflection led me to my current position, kneeling on the floor of the deacon’s office before Sunday Service, the door locked, and Deacon Bill Paxtor’s slacks around his ankles, his boxers around his knees. His cock thrust at me, hard and angry.

Seducing the cuckold turned out to be quite easy...

He and his wife, Donna, always showed up early to help setup the church along with my family. While my father slipped into his office to ready for his sermon, and my mother and the whore were busy making sure all the printed off sermon guides were on the pews, I headed to seduce Deacon Bill, a coquettish smile on my face.

He was a handsome man, old, in his thirties, tall, handsome, with the roguish good-looks of a James Dean—well