Taking the Preacher’s Wife
He’d confessed to his preacher about his Dominant lifestyle, but he never guessed what that would lead to. One Sunday after church, as they’re preparing for a Christmas meal, the pastor’s wife walked by him and smiled, she brushed against him and said “Excuse me Sir”. He didn’t think much of it until it happened a second time….
He’d always thought she was attractive. She was a few years older than him, always dressed in pencil skirts and blouses. The second time she brushed against him he felt a hand definitely squeeze his side with a purpose. He turned and looked, their eyes locked and he knew immediately. She had that familiar look, that look of want, desire and need to submit. That look doesn’t change and any good dom will see it when it’s there. He stared at her for a moment and said “I like when you call me sir”.
She blushed hard at that response but it’s what she’d been waiting for. She knew of his escapades, rumors swirl, and she’d always imagined being in a situation to just let herself be a toy. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but to be an object of desire just once, to feel like someone needed to own her body was a thought she could not shake.
Later that day as she walked the hallway she saw him approaching from the other direction. She could see his smile change, the almost devious look made her melt. As they got close he grabbed her hand and pulled her into an empty meeting room. He locked the door behind them and pulled the blind down.
He walked closer to her and she instinctively stepped back until she hit the table. She could go no further but he kept coming. His leg slid between hers and his hands grabbed her sides. Before she realized he’d lifted her to be sitting on the table and slid between her legs already.
He looked her up and down, his voice commanded “unbutton your shirt for me, do you understand?”
She instinctively took both hands and unbuttoned her shirt from top to bottom. As the last button was finished he slid his hands between her shirt and her skin and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, the first touch of his lips against hers made her gasp. She hadn’t kissed another man since high school thirty years ago. The foreignness of his warmth, his lips his beard, all made her tingle in ways she hadn’t before. As they locked in a passionate kiss, tongues searching for each other, lips pushed tightly together, she felt his hands behind her, grabbing at her shirt. He wrapped the sleeves of her shirt around her wrists and tied her hands together behind her, making her breast poke out more in front of her.
He moved his hands up her arms, the feel of his touch, his rough fingertips sliding slowly up over her shoulders, down her front before grabbing her bra and pulling it up above her breasts. He didn’t take it off but just freed her breasts from their confines. His hand grabbed her nipples and pinched sharply. Her kiss broke from his as she screamed out in agony. As she screamed he smiled hard at her, “You’re going to learn to love this pain, you’re going to learn a lot from me.”
She gasped deeply and replied “Y-Y-Yes sir, I’ll be a good girl.” She didn’t even know why she said it, it just came out of her mouth like a scripted story. She could feel her desire for him build with those words. He let go of her nipples and she sighed deeply at the rush from their release. She was breathing heavy, as he stared at her, lifting her chin with his hand.
He kissed her forehead softly before whispering, “I’ve wanted you for a long time, wanted to make your body mine, today you learn what that means.”
She felt his hands grab her by the waist and flip her quickly on to her stomach, her body pushed against the table, and her legs hanging off the table. He grabbed her skirt and slid it up her legs, over her waist exposing her panties. His strong hands grabbed them and ripped them off of her. She moaned out “Please fuck me sir!”. She was hungry for him, for his cock, she needed to feel like she was his property. She didn’t understand it at all but it consumed her thoughts. She spread her legs for him without being told and waited for him to enter her.
He walked around the table to tease her, inspecting his property, surveying her curves, her open body laying there waiting for him. He leaned near her face on the table and laughed, “I’ve always wanted to have a preacher’s wife”.
He took her panties and shoved them in her mouth. She could taste herself on them. They we’re soaked from her pussy. She was so turned on and ready for him. He walked back around behind her. She could hear his belt and his zipper behind her. She felt the warmth of his legs between hers and before she could prepare herself she felt his rock hard cock shove deep in her pussy from behind.
He held it deep in her for a few minutes. He grabbed her arms which were still tied behind her, he used them for leverage as he started thrusting hard and deep into her body. It was primal as he fucked her like a piece of meat. She moaned through the panties and felt herself even pushing back against him to make it even harder. He grunted as he slammed into her over and over. His body pushed against her and she felt every bit of his weight slapping against her cheeks as he fucked her. There was no tenderness, no softness, no loving caress, just hard thrusts into her at a pace that took her breath away.
She didn’t want it to stop. She’d never felt anything like it. She felt so used, so helpless in all the right ways. Her body was shaking hard, quivering as she neared an orgasm. She was screaming through the panties, she got out a muffled “Can I cum Sir????”.
He laughed and pulled out of her quickly, she knew his answer before he could say it. “No, not this time…you can go home and know that next time I will let you cum.”. She could hear him playing with himself hard and fast, she heard his grunts and felt the warmth of his cum shoot all over her exposed ass. He came for what seemed forever, squirt aft squirt on her ass cheeks. He pulled his pants back up, lowered her skirt over her soaked ass and untied her arms. He lifted her up, turning her to face him. He took the panties out of her mouth and slid them in his pocket. She smiled at him, exhausted, wet, and sore. She shyly said “thank you Sir”
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