Dear Diary: I’m A Blasphemous Sinner, While On My Knees
It’s official: if there’s a hell I’m probably going to be spending some time there. I’ve done all sorts of dirty things behind my husband’s back, but yesterday I took it to another level. I became nothing more,
than a blasphemous sinner. Our church is doing an Autumn charity sale and we’re working together with the church in the next town so it’ll be a big success.
I’m in charge of organizing a hamper raffle and drove over to speak to Pastor Ryan about it, but I ended up getting nothing done except going home full of another man’s cum. I met Pastor Ryan at his church and talked to him about my idea while he was putting away the hymn books. I sat in the front pew and when he was done he sat beside, his thigh brushing against mine. Damn, I don’t think he realized how close he was, but I noticed and felt myself blush.
I’ve had a crush on him for a while now, but we’re both married so I never went after him. Now it’s different because I’m feeling braver about going after what I want and I was taking this opportunity. I leaned against him and put my hand on his leg. Then I slowly began rubbing it as I asked him if he was expecting anyone else to drop by. He swallowed hard and said that Mrs. Lewis might come around alter and he stared as I went higher. “Good, because there’s something I need and only you can help me,” I said as I began rubbing and squeezing him through his trousers.
He got fidgety and didn’t know what to do so I made it easy for him.
I got down on my knees, moving between his legs as my hands went to his zipper. He put a hand on mine, stopping me as he whispered: “What are you doing?” Looking up, I smiled up at him and shook his hand off as I pulled his dick out. I held it as I began licking him, sliding up and down his shaft as he got harder. I rubbed my tongue on the underside of his head, making him twitch before going around his head.
My lips went around it and slid down, Taking in every inch of him as I breathed in his musky smell. He gasped and leaned back as I started sucking him, my lips massaging his shaft as I moved up and down. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue and I sucked him harder, driving him crazy and pushing him to the breaking point. I needed to feel him in me so I slid him out of my mouth and looked at his thick, spit covered dick.
My pussy was soaking wet and I stood up, quickly tugging down my panties then straddled him.
I reached down and held him as I lowered myself on him, his dick pushing into me while he cupped my ass. That’s when I put my arms around his neck and began to ride him, my breasts pushing into his face every time I went up. Next, I rolled my hips forward, using his dick to pleasure myself while he panted on my neck. The pew creaked under us and I let out little cries as my pussy clenched around him. I moved faster, filling myself with dick until I came hard and collapsed on him.
He tensed up and I felt his dick swell as my tight wetness pushed him over the edge. Pastor Ryan’s cum shot inside me and I stayed on him, keeping as much of it in me as I could. I climbed off him and looked around the church. We were still alone. I fanned my face, hoping the flush wouldn’t be noticeable when I went back to my car. Pastor Ryan was putting his dick away as I left; we had time for nothing else because my husband was expecting me home for dinner. Maybe next time he’ll take me on the altar. Are you a blasphemous sinner darling? Do you like a foul-mouthed slut like me? I love the blasphemous sinner.
