This story is a side story to my main series, The Skylar Chronicles, and takes place after Part 5 of Skylar. You can click my profile and go to my Index of Erotic Stories to read that.
I watched as the blue progress bar ran across the top of my screen. Message sent. Glancing down into the text box, I read back over what I had just typed and pushed the send button on.
“*We need to talk. Come by my office as soon as you’re available today.”*
Setting my phone and contemplating what had to happen next, I took a deep breath as I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and two fingers. It had been a long day, and it had the potential to become even longer. Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Pastor Aidin Phillips. I am the youth pastor at Grey Shores Baptist. And last night I ran into a member of my leadership team wandering the halls of the church with a random guy looking for bags of clothes to bring to the local homeless shelter. As I was heading for my car, I realized I had forgotten my wallet on my desk, so I turned around and went back inside to get it. After retrieving my wallet and making my way for the exit, I heard a noise coming from down the hall. It wasn’t the two of them talking. I made my way to the base of the stairs that they had gone up in search of the bags, the noise growing louder and louder with each step I took down the hall. It was unmistakably what I thought: moaning.
I stood shocked at the bottom of the stairs, not daring to climb the steps and witness with my own eyes what had to be going on up there. At first I was angry, gathering my words together to rush up those stairs and confront her about this. But then, I heard him yell something in surprise.
“The Pastor?!” The words sounded out through the hallway. What about me? How did I factor in to what they were doing now?
I stood and listened for a few more minutes until the noises suddenly stopped. I was broken out of the conflicting grip the whole situation had on me and immediately turned and made my way for the door. I rushed to my car and sat in the driver seat, witnessing them walk from the building and get in the car he drove and leave. I don’t know how long I sat there after that, the thoughts playing over my mind. Did they plan to do this? Had she broken up with her boyfriend? Why did he mention me? I drove home and crawled into bed, gripping myself under the covers and thinking about Hazel.
Hazel Standish wasn’t just one of my youth leaders; she was also one of my best friends. It had struck me as so odd that she continually referred to me as Pastor Aidin last night, when there were no congregants around that warranted the use of my title. Hazel had made it abundantly clear in the last two years of us working together that she would only be using my title when absolutely necessary.
We all have a past. I’m certainly no different. I haven’t always been a pastor. I came to Grey Shores two years ago after a friend of mine saw the listing for the youth pastor position. This would be my second time taking up such a role, and it had been five years since I resigned from the last. In that time gap, I had certainly not been perfect by any means. I spent time with women in my bed and alcohol in my fridge. I wouldn’t say I was terrible or anything, but definitely not what one would expect from a
former youth pastor. I moved five hours away to take up this position, though, and these last two years have flown by and been successful. Especially with Hazel at my side week after week. Hazel and I met the day I walked through the doors to be introduced to the whole church as the new youth pastor. We hit it off right away and she essentially became my right hand man.
My phone, laying next to my right hand, dinged a couple minutes later. I set down the pen I had been using to write in a notebook and lifted my phone screen toward my face.
“*I’ll be there soon,”* the text back from Hazel read.
I set the phone down and took another deep breath. A decision had to be made.
I picked back up my pen and lost myself in thought about what might come next. My large tan hand gliding across the paper seemed to have a mind of its own as I put little thought into the words being formed on the paper. I enjoy writing. One of the most valuable things I had ever learned was that writing forces one to think. So I write often. Writing also allows me to get lost in my thoughts, to follow one rabbit hole after another in a constructive way. Time fell away as I put pen to paper.
Then…a knock. I glanced up from the notebook in front of me at the door on the other end of my office. I inclined my gaze toward my left wrist, tilting my watch and noting that it had been about 45 minutes since I sent that text. Another knock echoed from the door.
“Come in,” I spoke curtly.
The door swung open to reveal Hazel standing in the doorway in a black and purple dress with dark grey leggings on. We made eye contact for what seemed like way too long before I glanced back down at my notebook, finishing the last sentence.
“Hey Hazel,” I said in a resigned way, my face directed into the notebook.
In that moment, I heard Hazel step forward and then the door shut behind her. “You should probably leave that open,” I instructed her.
“No…I shouldn’t,” She responded promptly.
My chest tightened as all the breath rushed from my lungs in a silent instant. I drew air back in as I then set my pen down and closed my notebook. My eyes raised up once more to meet Hazel’s. She hadn’t moved far into the fairly spacious office. She looked frozen, but not with fear. It took me a minute to realize that she had been biting her lip and that her right hand had been ever so slightly gripping at her dress, raising it
up a few inches above her knees. I adjusted my glasses on my face and stood to my feet. Hazel didn’t move a muscle.
I began to walk toward her, but her eyes stayed fixed on where the wall had been behind my head, almost as if she hadn’t noticed my movement from that spot. I walked past her, placing my hand on the door before moving it to the deadbolt…and turning it clockwise. I took a deep breath as I spun on my heels to be almost directly behind Hazel. The signs were there, but I decided to be sure.
“I know what you did here last night,” I began, “and I’m not angry with you. You’re not in trouble.”
“I didn’t come here because I thought I was in trouble,” she finally spoke, “I came here for my punishment.”
My face immediately felt hot at the boldness of the statement. Last night…the guy Hazel was with mentioned me because Hazel mentioned me…she told him she wanted this. A well of guilt sprang up in me in that instance as I considered Hazel’s boyfriend.
“You and Stephen, are you…?”
“We’re fine. I’m going to his place after I leave here.”
There was nothing more to say then. I stepped forward and placed my hand on her hip from behind. With my other hand, I pushed her brunette hair to one side and let me lips fall on her neck. Hazel’s hand reached up and caressed my face as her breathing intensified. I began to kiss and bite lightly on her neck, my hand on her hip pulling her ass against me tightly. Hazel turned her face toward mine and guided my lips to hers. We kissed deeply in the moment, our tongues twirling around in one another’s mouths back and forth. My dick was hard as a rock pressing against my tight blue jeans. Hazel reached her hand back and gripped the outline, stroking slowly up and down.
I moved her forward toward my desk and bent her forward. Her pale hands landed flat on the desk to catch herself. I applied more force to her back and her arms buckled beneath her. She laid her head gently against the desk, her arms on either side. I lifted her dress to reveal her thick ass covered by her dark grey leggings. Covered… except in one spot. A small hole revealed some skin along her left ass cheek. It needed no further invitation. My hands grasped toward it. I pushed a finger with each hand into the hole, expanding it, before hooking them and pulling in opposite directions. Hazel let out an audible gasp upon realizing what I had just done. These leggings would serve no purpose to Hazel except as a reminder by the time she walked out of my office today. I pulled the tear further and further, busting across the center seam, from one side to another. Hazel’s ass was now exposed before me, her body in my control.
“Please, make me your slut, Aidin,” She said in a slightly muffled voice, her mouth pressed against her wrist in anticipation. There it was: no titles. No formalities. Raw and real Hazel Standish.
I placed the palm of my hand on her ass, over her blue boy shorts. Taking my two middle fingers, I began to rub her pussy. It didn’t take long for her wetness to fully soak through. Hazel’s breathing became heavier and heavier, her body squirming against the work of my two fingers.
“I could just let that be it,” I said as I took my hand away from her body.
“No!” She sounded desperate now, “Please, I need it.”
I returned my hand to her ass and hooked my thumb in the waistline of her panties before dragging them down to her thighs and catching on what remained of her leggings seam. Hazel’s ass and pussy were now laid bare before me. I couldn’t resist myself upon seeing this sight. I dropped to one knee and placed my mouth against the opening of Hazel’s wet pussy. She began moaning, just like she had last night. I used my hands to pull her pussy lips apart and then pushed my tongue inside of her as far as I could get it, letting it dance from side to side and up and down. Hazel’s moaning became loud and unrestrained. I was glad to know we were in the building alone. Once in a while, I would back my face up and pull her pussy lips further apart and blow cold air against her wet opening. The response that got from her satisfied my dominant desires to no end.
*I can make you squirm with just my breath*, I thought to myself.
I stood to my feet and pushed my two middle fingers deep inside Hazel without warning. She let out a moaning scream and then buried her face back into her arm. My fingers curled inside of her, moving back and forth like a boat swaying against heavier waves. Her wetness covered my hand and ran down her leg in no time at all. I didn’t finger her long before, stepping to one side of her, I pulled my fingers out and used that hand to take a fistful of her hair. She let out a surprised scream. Pulling up and back, she stood upright for just a moment before her back arched and her knees buckled, as I shifted direction, pulling her by her hair to the floor.
“Fuck, that’s cold,” she let out a yelp as her bare ass touched the cold tiled floor.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” I rebuked her as I stood over her head with one foot on either side. She gazed up at me and bit her lip. Her eyes had a dreamy look in them.
I unbuckled my belt and let my jeans drop, stepping back so they wouldn’t fall directly on her face. Kneeling down, I pulled off one shoe and slipped my leg all the way out of my pants and my boxers. I shifted myself forward still facing her feet, positioning myself above Hazel’s face with my balls and my hard dick resting against her mouth and chin. I felt Hazel’s tongue meet my balls and begin to swirl them around. The feeling was amazing, but I needed more from her. I grabbed my hard dick in my hand and aimed it at the opening of her mouth. She opened wide and I plunged my dick deep into her
throat on the first go. I pumped my dick back and forth hearing Hazel gag and gurgle on it. I let out some light moans of my own. I increased my speed of fucking her mouth and began feeling my balls moving up and down against her face. Hazel’s hands shot up and applied pressure on my thighs, indicating she needed me to pull my dick all the way out. I removed my dick from her mouth, strands of drool still connecting from her mouth to the shaft. She took a deep gasping breath and wiped the drool from around her mouth before smiling up at me. I repositioned my dick and plunged it deep again, returning to the same speed I had been at before. Sometimes I would push it deep and just hold it in her throat until her body squirmed and her hands pressed on my thighs again. She would know that she was mine before we were done here. I reached forward and grabbed her leggings from the front, finding the edge of the tear, and pulling them to expose her pussy. I spread her legs and pushed two fingers deep inside her again. The best part was fucking her mouth and fingering her because it caused her to lose all focus. Her body wiggled, almost trying to escape the pleasure of my fingers inside of her, but her head was pinned down by my dick. Hearing her moan on my thick cock was an unforgettable sound.
I pulled my dick from her mouth and stood up. Hazel laid there catching her breath. Her face was an absolute mess by now, covered in drool and her eye makeup having run. I stepped to her feet and dropped back to my knees. Hazel’s legs were still spread from my hand. Her pussy wasn’t clean shaven, but was well-kept. I could tell she had recently trimmed, keeping herself neat. I pushed her legs further apart and angled myself over her between them. Her head popped up and made eye contact with me and then she let out a slightly smile before her lips both disappeared inside her mouth. I took my dick back into my hand and positioned it right against the opening of her pussy.
“…Beg,” I commanded.
“What?”
“You heard me. Beg for my cock.” Her eyes went wide.
“Please. I need that dick inside of me. Please give me every inch of it. I need it. Please. I need it.”
I pushed my dick inside of her, her pussy offering little resistance at this point. Hazel let out a lightly pained scream which quickly transformed into a deep moan. I pushed as deep inside of her as I could go and held it there for a few seconds before backing almost all the way out. Hazel’s breathing immediately picked back up as I began to thrust myself deep inside of her, back and forth. Her legs wrapped tight around my lower back causing my balls to slap against her exposed ass. My hands moved from a tight grip on her hips to her wrists, allowing my balance to shift forward and letting me go harder against her. I pushed her wrists above her head and gripped them tight. Her moaning intensified but was now almost right against my ear. I turned my head, kissing her deeply.
I don’t know how long we spent on that floor fucking one another, but all good things must come to an end. I felt myself quickly approaching my orgasm the more I slid back and forth inside of her. Hazel showed no signs of slowing down and let out a whimper when I pulled my dick all the way out of her. It was risky enough being inside of her without a condom in the first place, as I had no idea if she was on birth control. I grabbed Hazel’s hair and pulled her to her knees as I stood upright. My other hand gripped my dick and began to quickly stroke back and forth. Hazel’s mouth opened as though she was about to take my dick deep into her throat again, but I didn’t give her the chance. I pulled Hazel’s head back by her hair again, making eye contact with her as my dick began to shoot cum. Some went into her mouth, but a lot didn’t. My cum hit against her lips and her cheeks and her chin, with some dripping down onto the top of her dress. She looked stunned, but pleased.
“I’ve never had anyone cum on my face before,” She said.
I glanced down at my hand and noticed a red tint streaked across my palm. “Apparently today was a lot of firsts for you. You’re a virgin?”
Hazel had completely removed her torn leggings from her body and then stood to her feet, the cum still resting all over her. She folded the bottom of her dress inside out and ducked her face into it to remove the cum from her face before looking back up at me and smiling.
“Well, not anymore,” She said in a playful voice.
I let out a deep sigh and returned to my chair after fixing my clothing. Hazel stood across the desk from me.
“I have to go, Stephen is expecting me at his house in an hour and I can’t go looking like this.”
I smiled at her and waved her away. She turned around and walked back to the door, undoing the deadbolt. As she walked out, she called back to me before closing the door.
“Thank you…Pastor.” Ugh.
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