The Pastor Of Kink (3 page)

As I sat back down Charlotte scooted herself closer, inspecting my tattoos, she seemed enthralled by the fact I was a pastor that was adorned with ink. Could this be the moment I could take advantage? Or should I get to know this young woman slowly, she seemed to be completely different to others.

I lifted my tank to show her the rest of my tattoos; she lifted her hand to touch the bar through my nipple, her fingers brushed slightly against my chest, bringing a soft growl of approval from my throat. She pulled her hand away in surprise. 

“Sorry Charlotte I didn’t mean to startle you, just the touch of your fingers felt good and took my breath away slightly. I am still a man, being a pastor is not the same as being a priest or a reverend; I can still have relationships like any other man. Your touch just touched my inner being”

She leant her arm on the rear of the sofa and smiled “tell me what it is like”

“Being a pastor?” I queried

“No being a pastor that still needs intimacy” She raised one eyebrow quizzically.

I wasn’t expecting that kind of question to be coming from this quiet little mouse, it would seem the beer was easing her cautiousness. I chastised myself, did I really want to ruin any chance of maybe having a relationship that could be more than just an occasional fuck, a relationship of convenience. I really wanted to get to know Charlotte properly. Sure she was only 18 but I was only 27 myself.

I sat back and decided I needed to head out that evening, I hadn’t been in a while but I was in trouble and really needed it.

I chatted more with Charlotte without pushing the sexual nature, diverting her away from the “intimacy” question. I realised I needed to get away, so I made an excuse about seeing a waif and stray who needed my support and agreed to drop her off at home. From there, I continued on to my actual destination…

…”Good Evening my name is Trey and I have an addiction” I stood with my head bowed.

You see I may be a Pastor but I have a serious addiction. An addiction to SEX!

“What ‘bout ye?” Roisin here and for those of you who don’t know Irish slang that means “How are you today?” I come from good ole Northern Ireland, the greenest, wettest place you could ever see. We tell the difference between the seasons by how warm the rain is. I moved here when I was 24, I really needed a complete change in my life after my last relationship turned sour. I know pretty extreme to move to another country. My life was so boring and I really was sick of the everyday trudge of life. So, I packed up my life, sold what I couldn’t bring with me and stuck a pin in the map. Really, that is exactly how I decided where I was going.  First stab of the pin was to choose the country and the second was a wild stab. When I looked really close at the map I saw Dullsville was the nearest place. Not a great omen perhaps given how boring my life in Belfast had become, but you’ll never know unless you take the plunge.

So here I am now aged 27 and I can honestly say I have never looked back.  I left good old rainy Belfast on a cold blustery November morning. I hadn’t shed one tear about leaving the place, I had nobody to say goodbye to, my parents had passed away a few years before, and they were older parents to an only child. I had my inheritance to help me get started in my new life.

The plane jolted as it touched down, rumbling along the runway as it slowed to taxiing speed and I found myself ready to begin my new life.

Three years later I have 4 of the best friends a girl could ever wish for, and I am finally ready to look for a new love.  I have never been one for religion but we girls love going to our local meetinghouse and to be truthful I think we will be there everyday after seeing the new Pastor.

I busied myself in my small but perfect kitchen; I was making wheaten bread to go with the pot of soup that was bubbling away on the stovetop. I had taken a call from Pastor Trey Prescott late last night, you remember the hottie from the diner we all met 2 weeks ago; he wanted to know what position I held within our little group. He seemed to be having a hard time understanding my accent on the phone so I had invited him for lunch, that way we could talk about it some more.  I closed the oven door and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.

I squealed as I entered the shower, no hot water as usual, I really needed to get myself a house instead of an apartment that shared the supply of hot water with the other apartments.  I quickly washed my hair and rinsed before reaching for my towel.

“OH FOR FECK SAKE” I groaned as I realised I hadn’t put a fresh towel out, I scurried from the bathroom to my room and screamed; totally exasperated as I remembered I had put the fresh washed towels into the dryer as I put the used ones into the washing machine. I really need to get my head out of the clouds. As I stomped my way back to my room to grab my robe I heard the screen on my door open and a deep throaty voice calling my name. I froze totally as I realised there was no way I could get to my room before he reached the main room of my apartment.

I chose to make light of the situation, leaning against the door frame holding a kitchen towel across my front and shaking my head so my hair covered my breasts, I smiled and said “You’re early” a flash of my green eyes would thaw whatever ice may be left unbroken.

“What ‘bout ye? Pastor, come in and take a seat I am just doing my usual naked dance around the apartment, celebrating the fact I had a shower” I waited for him to take a seat then backed my way out of the room towards my room. FUCK MY LIFE this was just typical of my luck. Finally get one hell of a hot guy in my apartment and he is the local bloody pastor. Closing the door behind me, I lean against the cold white wood, closing my eyes as I take some deep breaths to calm my raging hormones. This was so wrong; I am here thinking the filthiest, obscene thoughts about the man currently sat on my sofa.

KNOCK KNOCK

The noise brings me back to my senses, and the predicament I am facing. “Just a second” I cry with a slightly higher octave finishing the sentence. Opening my closet I grab the first thing I see, a pretty pastel coloured playsuit, turning back towards the bed I am met by the most heart stopping sight I have ever seen.  There lay on my bed is PASTOR TREY PRESCOTT! Propped up by my pillows and his arms behind his head, I feel his eyes travel over my body, causing me to take a gasp for breath. I could swear he has a fine thread leading from his eyes to my clit, I feel an intense tremble deep inside. IF he kept looking at me in that way I would be unable to hold back.

TREY

I tapped gently on the screen before I entered her apartment. The gentle rustle of the metal mesh echoed down the hall. I stepped inside and walked down the clean wood floored hall. As I entered the main room I was met by a vision of sheer beauty.  This tall red headed goddess stood before me, leaning slightly against the doorframe to her kitchen, her tousled hair cascading over her firm ample breasts. The red seemed more vivid as it lay against her pale alabaster skin. My eyes drank in the sight before me, travelling down her body to where her hand gripped a kitchen towel across her lower body, hiding what I could only imagine to be an area of equal beauty.

Her face flushed to a bright pink, all highlighted by her mass of freckles. Then she spoke, “What ‘bout ye?” all I could do was stand there looking like a total idiot. I had no clue what she had just said. I took a seat on the sofa as she scurried out of the room.

Looking around the room I took in her girly environment, the walls were a very pale blush shade, pictures of her life back in Belfast hung in pale wood frames. The wood flooring wore its crown of pale cream rug. The sofa was a deep pink, with cream throws and scatter cushions.

I shook myself out of my daydream and headed down the hall, reaching her door I tapped twice with my knuckles. I heard her slightly shrill voice that ended its sentence on a high note. Opening the door I found the room empty, glancing around I saw her king size bed, with deep pink comforter and pillows, I strolled across the room and made myself comfortable. Moving the pillows to support myself, I lay back and gazed into the open closet, drinking in her creamy ass as it swayed with her moves. Its taut but ample curve made my cock twitch in pants. I moved my hips slightly and adjusted the way my jeans were lay,

I still felt uncomfortable with how my cock was behaving, its hard bulge threatening to burst the stitches that held the zipper in place. Running my left hand over my groin, stifling the moan threatening to escape my mouth. I tugged at the zipper slightly to release the tightness, my hardness growing more as it felt its freedom.

On opening my eyes I realised, Roisin was looking right at me, a look of need and want in her eyes. She was holding what looked like a pastel coloured dress across her arm, with a matching lingerie set held in the other hand, still totally naked. Raising an eyebrow I greeted her with a large smile, knowing my perfectly white teeth never failed to get a response.  Inside my heart leapt as she took a gasp of breath. I had no intentions of this happening when I arrived, I just wanted to know her better, to sit and talk, know her likes and dislikes. She was different to the others; something about her drew me in. I didn’t want casual I wanted no I needed to know all of her.

ROISIN

“Made yourself comfy I see” trying to hide my embarrassment at still being totally naked, I took a step back into my closet and quickly got myself dressed.  Shaking my head confidently I head into my bedroom, my red curls framing my face, green eyes sparkling. Please let him be lay in that same spot, I hadn’t missed the fact his zipper was undone on his jeans neither. Hell you would have to be totally blind to miss it. From the size of his bulge he packs a more than average sized cock. Glancing across to my bed my stomach sinks as I see he has gone. One last look in the mirror a quick pinch of each cheek a slick of gloss across my lips and yes I am happy.

“Would you like a beer Trey?”

“I really shouldn’t, I am thinking the best thing to do is to maybe put a lid on today and head on home. I shouldn’t have entered your room like that and what you saw was far beyond what my job calls for” he had his head resting in his hands, shaking it gently.

“Hey don’t be so hard on yourself, I really should have been more prepared when I took my shower, you wouldn’t have had to see me in that way. This isn’t your fault, you’re a man and not trying to blow my own trumpet here, but when a man sees a body like mine, he is bound to react.” I ran my hands over my breast and over my ass, accentuating the curves. Leaving the comfort of the sofa, he took three strides towards me, before I knew what was happening he had me pinned against the wall. His right knee rubbing against my pussy, the pressure had me panting and I found myself grinding back against his knee. His mouth covered mine; tongue searching inside, swirling around mine, gentle nibbles to my bottom lip before he sucked on it hard.  A growl as he realised I had a playsuit on and not shorts, his hand travelled up my inner thigh, inside my suit searching for his goal. First one finger slid inside, he rotated it slightly and pushed another one inside, slowly pumping them in and out. My knees trembled as he worked me into a state of need. “FUCK more, please, more” I sounded so desperate but I had never been so turned on. HE removed his fingers and ran them around his lips first, then mine, moving in towards me he licked around my lips, a deep growl from deep inside his throat vibrated through me. 

“OMG PUT ME DOWN” I screamed and laughed as he swept me off my feet and carried me into my room.  He literally threw me on my bed, and ripped my suit down the front so eager to remove it. I finished the job as he removed his own clothes. Grabbing my feet to pull me down the bed, he pushed himself between my legs and buried his face within my folds.  He thrust his tongue inside; I swear he was so deep I thought he was going to reach my tonsils. My hips lifted from the bed as I gripped the comforter and dug in with my heels.  Continually moaning loudly, gasping for breath as he sent me ever higher, my whole body shook violently as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced raced its way through my whole being.

Raising himself, he crawled up the bed, lying beside me; he pulled me to his side. “I am so sorry” he whispered.  Was I hearing things or did this man just apologise for giving me the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, and all with his tongue. I tried to wrap myself around him, I got as far as putting an arm across him, when I tried to raise my leg to wrap it over him, and it felt like lead. I was totally spent, I looked up and met his sad face, I pouted slightly, so disappointed at my lack of libido. “Why so sad?” I enquired, “I really should have had more control, I have wanted to do that to you since we first met, I swore to myself that I would get to know you as a person first. I have used my share of women in the past, taken them for what I wanted and left them afterwards, without a care about their feelings. When I first met you I felt a pull toward you, maybe it is your accent, all combined with your looks and body. Either way I came here today with every intention of us talking and getting to know one another better. I may be a Pastor but that doesn’t mean I have to live my life like a monk. I have my needs and my desires.” He sighed deeply and shifted as though he were about to leave.

“Please don’t leave yet, we don’t need to do anything more than lay here and cuddle and talk, just don’t leave yet,” I must be sounding so desperate. Truth be known since leaving my home I hadn’t found anyone that made me feel like he had done since I first laid eyes upon him.

We lay wrapped around one another for hours, laughing at silly things from our past, I told him about my one love who had hurt me so much I had left not only my home, but my country to get away from it.  I told him how my cousin had bedded the love of my life, how I found them in our bed, together. I couldn’t even say it was making love; it was pure unadulterated fucking. In OUR BED! The tears streamed over my cheeks, and I gulped the ever-growing lump in my throat down.  I could get over the betrayal of our love or what I thought was love, but I would never get over the betrayal of someone I looked upon as a sister.

He cradled me closer and comforted me with a gentle shhhhhhh against my hair. “You smell of roses” he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck.  He stroked my back tenderly, slowly, until his hand fell heavy against me, his gentle breathing lulling me into calmness I had long since forgotten. I only needed one thing in my life, a man who respected me and would love me for me. Maybe, just maybe I had found someone who could do that.