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figured out what you were doing — okay, I didn’t know you were taping it but I got the gist — I was all in. Besides,” I said, blushing and averting my gaze, “it was a lot of fun.”
    “Oh really…” he growled, hoisting my butt onto the edge of his desk so I could wrap my legs around him. “Maybe we’ll have to find other old men to blackmail.”
    I shook my head and looked him dead in the eye. “I really only want you, Pastor Randy.” And I meant it.
    His gaze softened and he traced one of my eyebrows with his finger, trailing it down my cheek and outlining my lips. “I think the good Lord would agree, Ms. Richards,” he said, as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to my waiting lips. When he raised his head, he murmured, “Praise Jesus.”

8
    “ S tacey , I’ve called you in here for a very special mission,” Pastor Randy said as I closed the door to his office behind me. As soon as the door clicked shut, he rolled back from his desk to show off the jutting bulge in his lap.
    “I need you to get on your knees, child, and suck my holy staff until my blessing fills your throat.”
    My eyes widened and I pressed an index fingers to my lips. “Shh, my mom will hear!” I whispered hoarsely, glancing back at the solid oak door, hoping my mom, the church’s secretary, hadn’t already heard.
    “Stacey,” he said, looking at me like I was being a naughty little girl. “It’s God’s will.”
    I smirked inwardly because I’d finally figured out Pastor Randy’s scam. Using the name of our Holy Father to get me to do all sorts of dirty, filthy sexual acts…that I totally loved!
    But I didn’t want to burst his bubble, so I didn’t let on that I knew the score. Besides, letting him think he had such control over me was really a turn on. Ever since he tricked me into thinking that God had told him to ‘punish’ my transgressions by fucking the sin right out of me, I’ve allowed him to put me in some unspeakably filthy positions. I love submitting to his every whim.
    So with one more quick look back at the door — that had no lock — I scurried over and knelt as if I was going to pray to his thick, veiny cock. He quickly tugged it through his fly and my mouth watered. It always did when I saw his beautiful dick.
    Hungrily, I lapped its length until I reached his bulging mushroom head. Flicking my tongue along the ridge, I glanced up into Pastor Randy’s glazed eyes. He was mine and I was his.
    As I completed the circuit, I kissed the most sensitive spot right at the base of his slit and then slid my moist lips around the entire head. He groaned quietly when I flicked the slit with my tongue.
    Now fully engrossed in my ‘mission’, all thoughts of being caught left my head. Well, really they heightened my already intense state of arousal. My panties were wet the moment I walked in the church, and now they were totally drenched.
    I gripped his girth as best I could, even though my fingers couldn’t make it all the way around, and used my saliva to lubricate his shaft. As my hand came up, my head went down until lips met fingers.
    Pastor Randy buried his own fingers in my hair as I worked on his cock, eliciting deep, guttural groans from him. I was groaning myself, especially when he hit the back of my throat.
    His hips started pulsing rhythmically, driving into my face faster. I kept up with his new pace, twisting my hand and mouth in opposite directions. When I started sliding my thumb over the tip of his cock every time I pulled my head up, he grunted loudly, fisted his hands in my hair and started face fucking me in earnest.
    My hand was no longer necessary as Pastor Randy rammed his cock all the way down my throat. I did my best to relax and not gag but he was going so fast it was hard. All I could do was brace myself. Well, that and slip my dripping wet hand down under the waistband of my skirt and panties to my thrumming clit.
    Faster and harder he pulled my head down into his crotch. I