I [F] Corrupted a Pastor [M] [LONG]

People have requested more stories from me so here’s one of my favorites! If you want to skip to the sex look for the asterisks.

In this story I’m 27 and he’s 42.

If you’ve read my previous post you will know I LOVE fucking married men and married women. Engaged also works for me. I love the lust that married people fuck with. I love the forbidden aspect of it. And I especially love knowing that they chose me and my body over their marriage.

Well, this kink of mine drives me to do some really bold stuff sometimes when I’m horny. You see, my parents think I’m the good church girl when in reality I’m an irredeemable slut. Well recently I went home for a few weeks and while I’ve been home my parents have made me attend church with them again.

Well, a few Sundays ago I really began to take notice of how cute the pastor at our church is. He’s fit, bald, and tall and has aged very nicely. His wife hasn’t aged nearly as nicely.

So I began to get an idea in my slutty head. What if I fucked the pastor? Could I even do it? Would he do it?

I figured to test the waters I’d schedule a coffee meeting with him in a public place. For those of you familiar with church environments that’s not crazy uncommon for pastors to meet people who go to the church. He agreed and we met at a coffee house in town where I got us a seat far away from everyone else. I made sure I was dressed appropriately but still sporting just a little cleavage.

We talked for a bit and I caught him up on how my life was going and I kept circling back to how “lonely” I was and how much COVID had made me feel isolated from everyone and how lovely it was to sit and talk with him normally. I definitely gave him a few flirty comments that he brushed aside.

As we chatted, I tried to push his boundaries. I asked him about his life and his home life under the pretense of using him as a role model. He kept dodging the questions which to me said not everything was perfect in paradise.

But sadly I had to go and I felt like I hadn’t gotten anywhere. But then he said we should meet again before we left, and I agreed. We agreed to talk again tomorrow to continue helping me spiritually. I had us meet at a restaurant further outside town where he’d be less likely to be recognized.

When we met again, I dressed a little sluttier with tighter clothes and more cleavage. Nothing over the top though. We ate and talked and I kept flirting with him and he kept acting like a brick wall to my advances. But at the end of the dinner he surprised me. I was ready to give up entirely on him when he payed for my dinner. I told him “Careful or you’ll give a girl the wrong idea.” He blushed hard in response and muttered some weak excuse. I knew I had him.

As we walked out to the car I purposely tripped and fell. He helped me back up and I made sure my face was close to his when we were in the parking lot. He didn’t try to move away, so I quietly said, “Do you want to kiss me?”

He blushed again and started to give me some shit about him being married and a pastor when I cut him off and said “If you want to you can.”

He looked like a deer in the headlights so I helped him out and kissed him. At first it was like kissing a statue and I was worried I went too far too fast but then he kissed me back. I kept kissing him in that dark parking lot next to his car for a while before I said “You know my parents won’t be home until tomorrow? We could hang out at my place if you’d like.” They were away on an anniversary vacation.

After a small eternity he nodded and I smiled and had him get in the car with me so his car wouldn’t be seen at my parents house. We drove in silence with me holding his hand and him looking nervous.

***** Fun Begins Here! *****

When we got into my home and the garage shut I immediately kissed him again. This time I made it charged with my horniness and ran my hands over his pants. He kissed me back and eventually I moved his hand to my boobs. Having him touching me made me immediately wet and I knew I needed him inside me tonight if possible.

We made out like nervous high schoolers for about a quarter of an hour I think before I took his hand and brought him to my room. I sat him down on my bed and slowly took off my shirt. His eyes grew wide and I asked, “How long has it been since you last has sex Pastor?” After a moment he said “a year ago.”

I was so excited when I dropped my pants and my panties. I was already soaking wet and his eyes were glued to me as I finally dropped my bra, leaving my nude in front of my fully dressed pastor.

“Do you want me, pastor?” I asked him with a smile.

He nodded.

“Do you want me to take the lead?”

He nodded again.

I climbed onto his lap and began kissing him again, this time grinding my pussy into his crotch and moaning into his mouth. After a few moments I began helping him undress until he was down to his boxers. His eyes were wide as I knelt in front of him and pulled his boxers off with my teeth (a move that never fails to please) and I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. Mostly I think due to nervousness he wasn’t fully hard yet, but this wasn’t the first time a married guy I’d been with had trouble getting it up due to nerves. I worked his cock in my mouth using every technique I knew to pleasure him until his cock was a nice firm rod in my hand.

By no stretch of the imagination was he the biggest guy I have ever had. He was 5 or so inches, but that wasn’t what got me so horny looking at it. He was thick. VERY thick. I decided then and there that I was going to skip the typical blowjob and pussy licking and go straight for getting his thick dick inside me.

I pushed him down prone and began rubbing my pussy up and down his married cock. As I did, I said “Do you want to fuck me, pastor?”

He nodded again.

I smiled and positioned my pussy over the tip of his cock.

“Say it,” I said.

There was a brief paused before he said, “I want to fuck you Haley.”

That was enough for me, and I lowered myself down onto his thick cock. I groaned loudly as his dick filled my pussy and as I stared at his wedding ring glistening on his finger. Keeping my eye fixed on that ring, I began to ride him slowly, giving him time to adjust to once again being inside a woman. I even had to stop so that he didn’t cum too early. Once he was back down from the edge, I picked up the pace and began riding him harder.

As I rode his cock, like I usually do, I began to dirty talk him. I asked him how long he had wanted to fuck me. I asked him if he had ever jerked off to me or members of his congregation. I asked him how I felt on his cock. I told him about how great he felt inside me. I literally begged him to fuck me like a slut, and to my delight he began thrusting up into me. As he did I told him how much I wanted him and how I wanted him to pump my pussy full of his “holy cum” (two words I NEVER thought I’d use before then!).

His breaths began to get short and he tensed up. I could tell that he was trying to stop from summing. I quickly said, “Give me your cum Pastor. I’m on the pill you can cum inside my young pussy.” That was enough for him, and he began grunting loudly and I felt his cock twitch inside me. I could feel the spurts of cum inside me, and I knew he was emptying himself into me. It felt fucking amazing!

When he was done, I slowly climbed off his dick and kissed him again while he breathed heavily. He ended up getting dressed fairly quickly and getting an uber back to his car instead of having me drive him. I think he was feeling particularly guilty. While he was in the uber, I texted him and told him if he ever wanted to meet up again while I was in town, to just shoot me a text. I didn’t get a response.

You may think that this is where this slutty little tale ends, but I assure you this was the beginning. Three days later he texted me and told me that he couldn’t stop thinking about me and what we had done. I told him I don’t regret a thing. He gave me the classic line of a married man. “I still love my wife.” So I gave him my classic response. “That’s ok. Keep loving her. This is just sex.”

We fucked again that night.

And again the following day.

And almost daily until my visit home ended and I hopped in the car to drive back home. In that time, I took him places he never thought he would go in the bedroom. I tied him up once and then the next day let him do the same to me. I let him fuck my ass. I taught him how to eat pussy like a pro. I even got the pastor of my family’s church to do a few lines with me and fuck me while we both were high.

That’s the end of this story. If you want to hear about the stories above, or the time we were almost caught, I’d be happy to tell them! I’m happy to answer questions and to ignore people telling me this is fake. Hope you enjoyed my way-too-long story!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ngv1k5/i_f_corrupted_a_pastor_m_long