Pastors Eat Pwussy Too Novels & Stories

“No one has to know. You’ll still be my devoted secretary by day but after hours, when the church is empty and the lights go dim you’ll be my secret little cumdump. My private release whenever I need to empty these heavy balls.” The crude, wicked term should have shocked me. Instead it made my pussy throb with fresh need. I nodded before I could stop myself. Pastor Elias smiled as he pulled me to my feet and turned me around, bending me gently over the wide oak desk. Papers scattered as he pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my simple white panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly dragged them down my legs, leaving me bare from the waist down. “So pretty and pink,” he

I can't remember what the week-before that was. A part of me wants to squeal with glee every Sunday she cooks up a new excuse, the idea being: Mumsi becomes lax equals Chidi becomes laxer; but there is this look on her face when she says it, a submissive weariness that feels like something in her is broken, something that can never be fixed. It makes me very uneasy. "Have your seats majestically in the house of your Father," pastor gabriel's voice booms. Can it get any cheesier?. The answer is yes, when two seconds later he tells us to 'take a moment to welcome our brothers and sisters in the Lord' to church.

Clark watched the shocked in the face of the members he has been preaching to, the face of the members he had been their very good pastor. He watched their lips they used in smiling at him, curled up into disgust. Their very eyes, they used in worshipping him, now shoes nothing but balant disgust.

I lean up and stare into her eyes. "Calm down," she says, pulling me back against her. "I'll tell you the whole story." She leans back staring at the ceiling and begins speaking in a low voice. "Most of what I've told you is true. My husband is a minister and he does neglect my needs but not for the reasons I gave. He belongs to a men's fellowship group that worships every Thursday night. Except one of my friends found out that what they're worshiping is white pussy. We live in a mixed neighborhood with a fully integrated congregation. There is no shortage of women in our church who are aching to experience a black man reaming their snowy white pussies, all the better if the black man is the

The typing dots lingered. Bad Boy: Guide me? To where? Your God? Or your bedroom? My stomach dropped. I clenched my thighs together under the table, fighting the rush that pooled low in my belly. Gloria: Don’t be disrespectful. This isn’t a game. Bad Boy: Everything’s a game, pastor’s wife. Some people just too holy to admit they like to play. I sucked in air, my heart thrumming painfully. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t like the brothers in church who lowered their gaze, who bowed with Yes ma, No ma.

The pastor started crying loudly. “Earlier today, you welcomed me with open arms and thanked me for what I have done for a lost soul. I must confess, I have sinned, instead of assisting a lost soul, I encouraged it for my own selfish pleasure and desires. I have seen and done horrible things, for a few extra coins. Too many times have I looked the other way, turned a blind eye, to save myself from guilt. And yet, here I am, and I confess, I am guilty.” He wailed. The cries brought attention to the pavilion.

“My cock’s balls-deep in your church-girl cunt while I preach about sin. Your pussy’s gripping me so fucking tight I can barely move. You love this, don’t you? Being used like a filthy cum-dump right in front of everyone.” “Yes,” I gasped, trying to keep singing even as my voice shook and broke on almost every word. “I love it. Your cock feels so good stretching me. Fuck me, Pastor. Please fuck me hard.” I pushed my ass back against him, rolling my hips in a nasty grind that made his cock shift inside me, dragging along my walls.

He stopped so the passengers that wanted to eat could buy some food and also relieve themselves in the nearby bushes or public toilet. Sarah went with other ladies to the toilet to urinate before going into the restaurant to buy food. She was famished and ordered rice, beef, and stew. "Please put them in a take-away pack," she said. "Yes ma'am." She took the food and paid her bill then went back to the bus to eat alone. To her surprise, the young pastor was inside the bus munching on some bananas and groundnut. When he saw her, he smiled at her but she ignored him and walked to where she was seated on the bus and started eating her food, she was not interested in mingling or interacting with

Antonio folded his arms in pure shock and disbelief. “Wait he’s a pastor?” “The son of one.” Antonio shook his head. “She must get a lot of those here. How does he afford to pay for it all? A pastor’s son salary shouldn’t be able to afford two days let alone every week.” Rock Shrugged. “I’m not sure, but he is a great example of why I don’t pay tithes and offering.” Antonio leaned in closer as if they were keeping a secret. “You believe he is stealing from the church?”

By now, the boys had changed the topic to little kids who has been molested before by so called prophets and pastors. "These men are supposed to help them rather, they abuse them." Iman shook his head pitifully. "They tell sinners how to live but sadly, they do not practice what they teach." "Come," Ebiere called, dragging May's hand. "Let's leave the men alone. Come join us in the kitchen." "I am just happy one of the pastors were caught in the act and sent to jail. I thank Abassi (God) for that." May heard Emem say before their voices drifted away as she walked further away from them.