Straight Female / 18
Small Church Pastor.
When I was 14, I began to babysit for the pastor of our church, and his wife. He was in his 40's and always well kept. His wife was larger, and at their home, she seemed less friendly with him than when at church. He was giving me a ride home one afternoon, and for some reason I asked him, "if you listen to everyone else's problems, who hears yours?" After he thought for a moment I added, I am here for you. I will listen, and only listen. I trust you with my eternal soul, so trust me, and bare yours.
At first he thought it was sweet. After a couple weeks, he opened up a little. Three months into the job, I learned all of his troubles. The lack of sex is what I fixated on. I was really into older married men. It made me feel powerful that I can make a man cheat on his wife for a minor. Having sex with the man that every one in our shitty town admired, and trusted was my biggest wet dream. I want him to cheat on his wife, on god, and the congregation. I started wearing cloths a babysitter my age should not. His wife dismissed it as finding my style, but he, he looked at me like he was having a war with his morals and losing. I was able to create enough sexual tension that by the time we had our big Easter pot lock, he was fucking my parents little girl on his marital bed, in front of pictures of them both, and Jesus hanging on a cross. His baby cried to be fed the hole time, which made me cum harder. He would rather fuck my little pussy than comfort his hungry daughter. He later tried to apologize, and say it was wrong, but I wasn't going to let him get off so easily. My favorite was sucking his dick under his desk while he and his wife had a conversation about their upcoming honeymoon. He was never able to say no because I had all the power. I could ruin him, and he knew that I loved controlling him. The last time we had sex, I let him know that I had an abortion, and it was his. He looked mortified, and that look was the perfect one to come to. I am in college now, with a full scholarship from our church. I want to do more fucked up shit, but it is hard to top the best 4 years of my life.
At first he thought it was sweet. After a couple weeks, he opened up a little. Three months into the job, I learned all of his troubles. The lack of sex is what I fixated on. I was really into older married men. It made me feel powerful that I can make a man cheat on his wife for a minor. Having sex with the man that every one in our shitty town admired, and trusted was my biggest wet dream. I want him to cheat on his wife, on god, and the congregation. I started wearing cloths a babysitter my age should not. His wife dismissed it as finding my style, but he, he looked at me like he was having a war with his morals and losing. I was able to create enough sexual tension that by the time we had our big Easter pot lock, he was fucking my parents little girl on his marital bed, in front of pictures of them both, and Jesus hanging on a cross. His baby cried to be fed the hole time, which made me cum harder. He would rather fuck my little pussy than comfort his hungry daughter. He later tried to apologize, and say it was wrong, but I wasn't going to let him get off so easily. My favorite was sucking his dick under his desk while he and his wife had a conversation about their upcoming honeymoon. He was never able to say no because I had all the power. I could ruin him, and he knew that I loved controlling him. The last time we had sex, I let him know that I had an abortion, and it was his. He looked mortified, and that look was the perfect one to come to. I am in college now, with a full scholarship from our church. I want to do more fucked up shit, but it is hard to top the best 4 years of my life.
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