A Harsh Lesson

I slid my panties off, tossing them onto my unmade bed. Slowly, I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed master a beer, pinching my nipples softly to make them hard as I stood in front of the cold refrigerator. Walking back into the den, I leaned over the old musty armchair with the beer in hand.
“Here you go, Sir. Can I have a sip?”
He turned his head slightly, acknowledging me as he grabbed at the bottle.

I circled around the chair slowly and lowered myself onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his hard body. I felt the cold steel of his work belt pressing into my inner thigh.
“Open your mouth.” He said and lifted the bottle.
I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out slightly.
He pressed the bottle to my lips and wrapped his arm around my back, stopping at the curve of my lower spine. I scooted in closer as I swallowed and when he lowered the bottle, I pressed my lips to his cheek.
“Now let me get back to watching the game.” He grunted, still holding on.

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Fucking the Youth Pastor

Growing up in a small southern town meant that every Sunday I attended church and on Wednesday nights I was expected to go to youth group to keep up the good family name. I’d usually pregame beforehand, mess around, sneak off, and generally get into trouble.

Well, after I had finally gotten old enough to stop going, my father pulled some strings to get me a leadership role (gotta keep up appearances, right?)

One night after the meeting, I was packing up the Bibles to bring back to the children’s library and the youth group leader offered me a hand. His wife was home sick, so the two of us stuck around late to clean up.
I agreed and we both grabbed a big stack and walked down the dark hallway into the little room that housed all the children’s books and stupid murals of the garden of Eden.

[FMM] Stereotypical preacher’s daughter [18 at time of story]

I grew up in a small southern town, and spent every Sunday morning sitting in the pews at church while my daddy preached to his congregation.

I developed early and had an insane appetite, so I started acting out.
I used to hook up with the local boys on the football team and let them use me for a good time.

One Sunday the summer before college, I was sitting in the back of the church with my two guy friends on either side of me. We had been outside drinking behind the chapel beforehand and I was starting to get a little frisky. While my dad was talking about some dumb verse I’d heard a million times, I slowly opened my legs and pulled my dress up my thighs.

My crush at the time was sitting to my left and he looked down and smirked at me, sliding his fingers in between my legs.

I put my head back against the pew and closed my eyes, trying not to make any noise. Honestly, my daddy was usually so busy trying to save everybody he rarely even looked at me.