Chapter 2: Prayer Meeting When Cindy and Reverend Caldwell were done fucking her helped her up pulled her close and kissed her passionately with tears in his eyes. With a shaky voice he said, "Oh Cindy, I hope you do not have a bad impression of your preacher now!" Cindy kissed the tears off his check and uttered, "Oh I don't preacherman, after all you are...
The Bet—Day 4 I slept in the morning of Day 4, a Saturday. When I awoke, sometime around 11, Kat was gone. She left a note: Marvelous evening. I had to go to breakfast with my parents this morning and then to work after that. See you at the Rev's Labor Day Service. Love, Kat "Oh," I groaned. I certainly hope she isn't in love me, I thought. I haven...
I stand at the alter, naked, save for a tiny black brief that barely holds me in. A few men and women sit in attendance in various states of undress. The preacher, a tall, hard muscled black man wears the black collar with the white tab, and a black tube sock stretched tightly over his long dangling cock. We chat, the mood quiet but jocular, as I tried to su...
It had been a month since the funeral, Johnny had been in his late seventies and Lynne understood that not everyone lived forever, but she did miss him greatly, and she missed the sex. She loved waking up in the morning and giving him a blow job and getting a nice mouth full of her favorite beverage, sweet and salty cum right from the tap so to speak. Her da...
I, Mitchell Ryan Magnuson, born February 2d, 1959 in The city of Joplin, Jasper County Missouri, declare this Document to be my last will and testament; there being no others. Being of sound mind and unbelievably unsound body do herein state: 1. My attorney, Norman Atchison, is the executor of this will. He shall serve without bond and has discretion in th...
How do we survive having an affair, keep our worlds very separate, no-one is above being busted. These are the stories of what not to do. "Harriet, Delete the old number. Got a new cell." Why? "It died". This is a man who has two phones, one for his work or family and the other is for fun. The second phone is a means to being able to arrange sex outside ma...
This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that includes Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Ready to Run. It will be appreciated more when reading in context with those. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This story deals with the life-long after-effects of rape. Both the heroine and hero are rape survivors. There will be brief fl...
(Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. Names and places are used in a fictional manner and are not meant to represent actual persons or establishments.) Britt Nicole: The Christian Cocksucker She had received a few offers over the years--ever since it became common knowledge around her hometown that she would do just about anything for money--but she had always...
"I wear the Hijab, and I also take dicks in every hole I've got, what I do with my body is my business, old man, deal with it," Afaf Abdelaziz said with a smirk, and she licked her lips and looked defiantly at the short little preacher, and with that, she walked out of the community center. With her head held high, Afaf made her way down the hill, and for th...
There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Bright, hurtful light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid, filling the crack with its brilliance briefly before moving on. It moves on and leaves me in the soft, candy-apple glow of the signs. The pretty signs make me pretty too; all electric blue and red... A man wearing a suit tha...