“Young miss?” He inquires. “I’ve heard word from the sheriff that he has news on the Kane gang. He asked for you to go directly to the jailhouse.” You nod, thanking him before hurrying along the dusty street towards the jailhouse building.
You step into the jailhouse. The timber lined building is a little gloomy inside with the sheriff hunched over his desk just inside the door.
“Good afternoon miss.” He smiles, wearing that slightly pitying look that you have seen on the faces of most of the townsfolk this past few days. A prisoner stands behind bars at the back of the room, his yellowed teeth glinting as he flashes you a crooked grin. He’s a short, weaselly looking man with lank brown hair and a jagged scar down his left cheek. You ignore his leering glance, but the sheriff notices your discomfort and twists towards him.
“Keep your eyes off the lady, or God help me, I’ll give you a beating that’ll make you wish you were already in Hell.” He growls at the prisoner before turning back to you. “Don’t you worry about him, miss. He hangs in the morning.” You nod and turn your attention back to the sheriff.
“You sent for me?” You ask.
“I did.” He winces. “I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?”
The good news
The bad news
You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you move obediently forward, bending over the table before him. The solid oak surface is hard and uncomfortable, your breasts crushed against it and the side of your head resting on it. You can see the preacher in your peripheral vision as he steps behind you.
“Lift your skirts.” He rumbles. You nod, reaching back and gathering the hem of your dress. As you hoist it up above your waist, you feel a cool draft against your bare legs. “Now, pull down your undergarments.” He growls. Again, you obey, reaching back and hooking your fingers into the waistband of your underwear before tugging them down and stepping out of them. You hear his breath catch as your firm buttocks are revealed to him. Your pulse races as you lie submissively before him, utterly vulnerable.
“Please, be gentle with me.” You murmur with genuine apprehension now.
“The Lord is merciful.” He replies gently. You relax a little. “But only to the truly repentant!” He brings his hand down hard on your buttocks and you flinch, grimacing with pain as it slaps across your right cheek.
“Jesus!” You gasp, the impact taking your breath away.
“Blasphemy!” He roars, striking you across the buttocks again. You tense as he withdraws his hand, grunting with pain a moment later as he brings it down again. Biting down on your lip, you stifle your cries as he continues to heartily spank you. After each slap, his hand slides over your firm buttocks and you have to suppress a little gasp of pleasure as he gently massages your tender flesh. While your buttocks burn, your pulse races and your pussy tingles. The pleasure and pain mingles into one until you almost cry out with frustration when the preacher finally relents.
“Enough!” He thunders. He seems breathless and you wonder if it is from his exertions or his twisted arousal. Though feeling the moisture between your legs, no more twisted than your own. “I have a soothing oil I can apply.” He adds, his voice softer now.
“Yes please, father.” You reply, your mind fleetingly wondering how many of the women of his flock have endured the same treatment if he has a balm so readily available. You hear a stopper pulled from a bottle before feeling him pour the viscous oil over your reddened buttocks. The fluid runs down over your cheeks and trickles between them. It feels cool and pleasant against your burning skin and even better as it dribbles down over your ass and pussy. You flinch as you feel his hand, slick with the ointment, sweep across one buttock and then the other. He massages and caresses each cheek in turn and you have to bite down hard on your lip to repress a moan of delight. Squirming with excitement, you push back a little, his fingers slipping between your legs. You stifle a cry of pleasure as his fingertips brush against your moist slit. Breathless with arousal, you push back again as his hands massage you and once again his fingertips lightly touch your delicate folds. Beside yourself with excitement, you are tempted to throw caution to the wind and roll onto your back, brazenly displaying yourself to the depraved preacher.
Roll onto your back and part your thighs
That’s enough “penance” for one day
Whilst tempted, you are reluctant to expose yourself so completely to the twisted preacher.
“Thank you.” You murmur, climbing off the table and straightening. “I feel closer to God now that I have atoned for my sins.”
“Purity and chastity are next to godliness.” The preacher tells you earnestly. “Should you have lustful thoughts in the future, return to me and I shall again purge them from your body.”
“We are fortunate to have such a devout and committed man of God in our town.” You reply, struggling to keep a straight face as you pull your skirts down over your glowing buttocks and turn to leave.
“Your undergarments.” The preacher growls, reaching down to pick up your discarded underwear.
“Keep them.” You reply, flashing him a smile before pulling open the vestry door. As you leave, you glance back over your shoulder. The preacher has raised your underwear to his nostrils and is inhaling deeply. You know you should be disgusted, but instead you feel your pussy tingle. As you hurry away down the aisle, you wonder if you are just as depraved as the perverted preacher.
Leaving the church, you make your way back along the thoroughfare. One of the townsfolk dashes towards you, snatching his hat from his head and holding it to his chest.
“Young miss?” He inquires. “I’ve heard word from the Sheriff that he has news on the Kane gang. He asked for you to go directly to the jailhouse.” You nod, thanking him before hurrying along the dusty street towards the jailhouse building.
You step into the jailhouse. The timber lined building is a little gloomy inside with the sheriff hunched over his desk just inside the door.
“Good afternoon miss.” He smiles, wearing that slightly pitying look that you have seen on the faces of most of the townsfolk this past few days. A prisoner stands behind bars at the back of the room, his yellowed teeth glinting as he flashes you a crooked grin. He’s a short, weaselly looking man with lank brown hair and a jagged scar down his left cheek. You ignore his leering glance, but the sheriff notices your discomfort and twists towards him.
“Keep your eyes off the lady, or God help me, I’ll give you a beating that’ll make you wish you were already in Hell.” He growls at the prisoner before turning back to you. “Don’t you worry about him, miss. He hangs in the morning.” You nod and turn your attention back to the sheriff.
“You sent for me?” You ask.
“I did.” He winces. “I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?”
The good news
The bad news
Beside yourself with lust, you roll onto your back, gazing up into his piercing eyes as you slowly part your legs, shamelessly displaying yourself to him. His face contorts in surprise swiftly followed by fury.
“You Jezebel, sent to tempt me!” He roars, his eyes burning with rage. “Get out, you wicked girl before He smites you down!” You blink in surprise. Had you really misread the preacher’s lascivious glances?
“As you wish, father.” You reply, clambering up off the table, pulling your skirts down over your sore buttocks and turning to leave. As you reach the door, he lets out a groan.
“Wait.” The preacher growls, the bottle of oil still clasped in his hand. “Should the shepherd abandon even the most wayward of his sheep? Remove your garments and we will cleanse your body with this holy oil and in doing so, perhaps cleanse your wretched soul.” Suppressing a smile, you nod meekly and stand before him, slowly unbuttoning your dress and tugging it down to the floor.
“Will you help me with my brassiere?” You purr, gazing up at him from beneath long eyelashes before turning y
our back to him. His strong hands unhook this last garment and you allow it to slip from your body, joining your crumpled dress on the floor. Naked, you turn around, his penetrating gaze gliding all over your body.
“Lie back on the table.” He growls. You obey, feeling utterly exposed as you lie before him, the surface of the table cold and hard against your back. Gazing up at him, you can see his breathing has quickened, his eyes burning with lust. Your pussy tingles with excitement as he tips the bottle, dowsing your breasts and midriff with the clear, thick fluid.
“I anoint thee with thy holy oil.” He rasps, sweeping the bottle lower, liberally pouring the oil over your stomach and thighs. You stifle a moan as you feel it coat your pussy, trickling down over your slit. Discarding the bottle, he leans over you, his hands spreading and smoothing the oil over your body until it glistens in the light. He spends a disproportionate amount of time massaging your breasts, making your nipples swell and harden. His hands glide down to your thighs, working the oil into each in turn, a hand gliding from your knee right up to just below your pussy. You gently part your legs, inviting him further and yet he continues to slip his hand maddeningly close to your slit before sliding them back down to your knee. As he switches his attention to your other thigh, he shifts uncomfortably and you tilt your head forward, noticing a tell-tale bulge in the front of his pants.
Guide one of his hands between your legs
Reach out and grasp the bulge
You reach out, your fingers cupping the bulge.
“Looks like you may need a little anointing of your own, father.” You smirk. A low groan escapes the preacher’s lips as you trace the outline of his hardening shaft with your fingertips.
“You are truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” He growls, but makes no move to stop you. You sit up and drop to your knees before him, your fingers unbuttoning his fly. Reaching inside, you wrap your fingers around his length, enjoying the feel of his hot, rigid shaft in your grasp. Tugging it towards you, it slips free of his pants and your eyes widen at the sight of it. While you have very little basis for comparison, it seems huge. While it is long, it seems so thick that you wonder how such a thing could ever fit inside you. Exploring it with your fingertips, you run them up to the straining bulbous crown, a pearly bead of fluid seeping from the slit. You swipe your thumb across it, rubbing it into the purple tinged head. The preacher groans and you realize how sensitive it is.
“You want me to stroke it?” You ask him innocently, gazing up at him and pouting slightly. You smile, enjoying the fleeting moment of conflict in his eyes.
“My flesh is weak!” He sighs, hanging his head. “The Lord has tested me and I am found wanting. Do what you will, you wanton temptress!” You almost giggle with glee, enjoying your power over him at this moment. Reaching for the discarded bottle of oil, you pour some on your hands before gently working it into his straining shaft. He trembles with desire as you take him into your grasp, slowly pumping his throbbing cock. He grunts with pleasure as your hand slides back and forth along his length.
“You like that?” You tease, deliberately slowing your pumping hand.
“Yes, damn you woman!” The preacher growls, thrusting his hips forward, encouraging you to quicken your pace. You chuckle and relent, your hand gliding easily up and down his oil slick shaft. His arousal is infectious and your pussy aches for attention. You can neglect it no longer and slip your free hand down between your thighs, your fingertips finding your clitoris. As you begin to rub your little button, the preacher’s eyes widen as he realizes what you are doing.
“Wicked girl! Is there no depths to your depravity?!” He mutters, though he watches you intently. His face flushes and glistens with perspiration and you realize you are swiftly bringing him towards his climax.
“You’re close aren’t you?” You murmur, tightening your grip on his shaft. He groans as another bead of pre-come oozes from the tip. You find yourself wondering what the cloudy fluid tastes like. As your fingers strum faster at your clit, you imagine leaning forward and taking his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the angry red tip. Your own climax catches you by surprise, the heat rapidly building in your loins before a powerful pulse of pleasure surges out from your pussy, consuming your whole body. You gasp, quivering in the throes of ecstasy, each ripple of pleasure making you buck with delight. As your orgasm finally subsides, you glance up into the preachers accusatory eyes.
“You selfish harlot.” He chides you. “Now you will purge my manhood!” You nod, blushing slightly at allowing him to see you climax. Once again, you imagine taking him into your mouth before you notice his gaze is fixed on your full chest.
Take him into your mouth
Guide his shaft between your breasts
Mesmerized by the preacher’s throbbing length, you crane your head forward, stretching your lips wide as you guide his cock into your mouth. He gasps with surprise as you work your tongue over his hot, rigid shaft, the skin greasy from the oil. Pre-come weeps from the tip and you eagerly lap it up. It tastes a little bitter and salty, but not unpleasantly so.
“Yes, yes!” The preacher moans, his strong hands reaching out to guide your bobbing head. “You brazen young hussy! Suck me! Make me unleash my seed!” If your lips weren’t stretched around his thick cock, you’d have smiled with glee. He entwines his fingers in your long hair and begins to move his hips in time with your head, his shaft sliding back and forth until he is nudging the back of your throat. You gaze up at him, his eyes glazed, his mouth open as he groans with pleasure. He is trembling and you realize you have taken him to the very brink. You pump him furiously, your lips tight around his thick shaft as you suck him, wanting to feel him explode into your mouth. You get your wish just moments later as he stiffens, his fingers tightening in your hair and grunting with release. His cock twitches and you feel him erupt, his thick seed jetting into your mouth. Locking your lips around the crown, you eagerly pump each spurt from him, the preacher gasping with pleasure. As his climax subsides, you gently suck the last few drops from him before letting his shaft slip from your lips. His thick, creamy essence pooled on your tongue, you glance up at him, unsure what to do with it.
“Swallow it, you filthy whore!” He growls. You blink and nod submissively before tipping back your head and allowing the mouthful to slide down your throat.
“That felt so… sinful.” You smile happily up at the preacher. His eyes narrow and his expression of satisfaction swiftly darkens.
“Begone, foul demon!” He thunders, quickly slipping his wilting cock back into his pants. “Satan visits us in many forms and I am not fooled by you, temptress!” You cannot suppress a smirk as you climb to your feet. He glowers at you as you pull your dress back on before turning to leave. As you open the vestry door, you turn and blow him a kiss before hurrying away.
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You stretch upwards and guide his shaft between your generous breasts, squeezing them together and trapping it between your glistening mounds. The preacher grunts with approval and begins to gently thrust up through your cleavage. With both his cock and your breasts smothered in oil, he slips back and forth easily between them, groaning with pleasure. You watch enthralled as his cock disappears into your cleavage before his glistening crown emerges on the upstroke, thrusting towards your face. Your tear your gaze from the straining tip, your eyes meeting his. The preacher’s jaw is clenched and he lets out a guttural grunt with each thrust.
“You’re close aren’t you?” You murmur. He nods, his face flushed as he vigorously drives through your cleavage. You smile mischievously. “You going come all over my tits?” You purr, scarcely able to believe such words are spilling from your lips. “I want to feel your hot seed on my skin, watch it trickle down over my nipples.”
“My God, you are truly the very incarnation of the whore of Babylon!” He gasps. You chuckle with glee and squeeze your breasts tighter around his rigid cock. He stiffens, gasping as he thrusts one final time. You watc
h the crown swell before his shaft twitches and sends a powerful torrent of white fluid blasting against the underside of your chin. You squeal with a mixture of surprise and delight as his cock spurts again and again, his thick seed splashing down onto the tops of your breasts. The preacher grunts with every powerful eruption until he lets out a deep sigh of satisfaction, the last of his come trickling down his length to pool in your cleavage. You smile, surveying your splattered chest.
“What a mess you’ve made of me, father!” You giggle as you release his shaft from its fleshy prison. He swiftly stuffs his wilting cock back inside his pants and tosses you a rag.
“Clean yourself up and get dressed.” He growls. “Have you no shame, woman?” With that, he turns and storms from the vestry.
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A few minutes later, you leave the church, looking once again like the respectable daughter of a local rancher, albeit your dress a little more crumpled than when you entered. You allow yourself a little smile. The preacher likely feels he has taken advantage of you, seducing and corrupting an innocent young woman. But the truth of the matter is that you knew exactly what you were doing from the moment you stepped into the confessional booth. Despite the exhilarating experience in the preacher’s vestry, your lust is far from sated. Your newfound freedom is intoxicating and you find yourself wondering what other pleasures the future has in store.
Your reverie is shattered when one of the townsfolk dashes towards you, snatching his hat from his head and holding it to his chest.
“Young miss?” He inquires. “I’ve heard word from the sheriff that he has news on the Kane gang. He asked for you to go directly to the jailhouse.” You nod, thanking him before hurrying along the dusty thoroughfare towards the jailhouse building.
You step into the jailhouse. The timber lined building is a little gloomy inside with the sheriff hunched over his desk just inside the door.
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