Pastors Eat Pwussy Too の小説・ストーリー

It is really hard to believe I'm now a pastor. Five years under the mentor of Pastor Vivian, I grew up to be a pain under the tooth of the Devil. No demon, evil spirit is too big or too powerful. Different manners of testimonies stroll to church every Sunday and so did big envelop of tithes and offerings. The Lord has since used me for mind-blowing miracles, inspiring messages and special deliverance. Christ through me has brought people back from the land of the dead. He blessed me beyond my wildest dreams; with cars and a beautiful house, while I hoped on the lord for a wife.

While it was her turn, Carter would fuck me in the ass to feed Niku a dirty dick while Max pounded Sheila's bowels so Asoko could buff him clean. "My, my, you are adorable," Pastor Green said, stroking my pigtails. "When I'm preaching tomorrow, I'll be thinking about your cute lips polishing my pole clean." "That's so hot to hear, Pastor Green!" I purred and opened my mouth wide. I swallowed his cock. He groaned as I did that. It was just so amazing to suckle on his dirty dick. I buffed him clean with my tongue, the earthy flavor suffusing my mouth. It made me shiver in delight to enjoy this dirty taste. I was such a whore.

The purple head of his staff was inches from her face. "Mmmmmm, looks yummy," she cooed. In a flash she had taken him in and had resumed bouncing on my stick. Pastor Wilson's head flew back. "Oh my God!" "Fuck, Mom, your cunt is so tight! Goddamn!" I announced while I watched her sucked on his lollipop. "Mmmmhmmm! Mmmmhmmm!" She removed the Pastor's penis from her mouth. "That's it! Fuck my tight little pussy! Fuck me good and hard!" Then she gobbled the religious rod back up.

What the fuck? I quickly went home after the mass, not wanting to cross paths with him or anything. Mom had made pasta, and by the time I got to the house, all that remained were scrape offs from the bottom of the pot. That was what you get for having four siblings who didn't care so much about going to church. Before you get back from church, they've already eaten to their full, leaving the rejected part of the food for you. Not that my siblings were atheists or anything. They believe in God, just that they weren't the type who found it super important to always attend mass.

What, now that you're management, you forgot where you came from? "Besides, worms are packed with protein. Some people can't even buy them. Why are you being so dramatic?" Just like always, she tore me down in front of everyone. Like I would still be dumb enough to believe the lies she dressed up as love.

"You really think so?" Pastor Dan nodded. "I knew you'd understand that was a compliment." He thrust deeply and she felt him prodding at the back of her throat again. She felt him pushing steadily against it, trying to force it in, but it was no use. She gagged once, and then again before he pulled it out of her mouth and ran it across her lips. "Look up at me," he said quietly. "Tell me you like to suck my cock." She smiled, and nodded. "I like to suck my Pastor's cock," she replied obediently. He took the back of her head again and began to thrust gently in and out of her lips again, moaning audibly as the shaft pushed in and out.

The Pastor began with a prayer. ‎After the prayer, he moved to reading some scriptures, preaching, and it was time for a prophetic word. ‎Pastor Peter was quite a skilled prophet at so far all his prophecies have come to pass. ‎“Pastor please tell us, what does the future hold for my son and my daughter Porsha?" Mom asked, her voice bubbling with curiosity.

He asked. "Fairly good. I used to go to church often but now I don't," Blackwheel replied. "Also, I once had a friend whose parents were scammed a lot by pastors. While he was alive, he told me he was still seeking to hear God's voice and was yet to get an answer. I have thought about life a lot and a lot of things don't make sense to me." Blackwheel stopped talking and looked at the pastor as if he was waiting for a reply. The pastor cleared his throat. "I am sorry to hear that your friend's parents were scammed by pastors. It makes me sad that there are people who use their position in the ministry to cheat others. What sorts of thoughts about life don't make sense to you?"

It only sickens me the more. "Did you say your prayers before your evil hungry mouth devoured that food?" She asks me. Did I forget to mention that Aunty Patty is a deaconess in the Pentecostal Church we attend, the only one in the whole of South Dakota, and her husband is a missionary preacher who is rarely home except on special occasions? Her son is a Sunday school teacher and her daughter is a chorister. The perfect definition of a Christian family! "Of course, you can't even utter the lord's prayer rightly because you are nothing but a demon who will surely be cast into the lake of fire," she continues in her annoying high-pitched voice.

The roads were clear as we sped down Sani Abacha road, until we stopped at a fast food joint near Water Lines. They were a handful of people inside making orders, as Pastor Alozie slowly walked into the building to place his order. He looked exhausted as he had since he taken off his necktie. I gave his driver one quick glance before I entered into the fast food joint. I bought a bucket of popcorn and kept an eye on the Pastor. He purchased a lot of food in four takeaway packs, which I suspected were for his family, before he proceeded to buy the food he was going to devour inside the joint.