Sinning on the Preacher's Desk: Delilah's Temptation

Delilah fidgeted in the long black choir robe. It was so freaking hot and stuffy in the church she thought she’d melt from the heat. Where the hell is the air conditioning we raised all the money for? Standing up through two of the most boring songs ever and now staring at the back of Preacher Sam’s head while he extolled the virtues of brotherly love only added to her discomfort.

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Her eyes drifted from his thick, curly black hair down to his ass. The other day she’d caught a glimpse of him working in the parsonage yard in a pair of gym shorts. Damn, the man had great thighs. Tight ass too! All the church ladies loved him, of course. Delilah smiled, thinking about how many wet dreams all the hat-wearing, bible-toting hypocrites must have had in regards to dear Preacher Sam.

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She cast her eyes first left, then right, seeing the angelic smiles pasted on the faces of the two women on either side. Rolling her eyes, she wanted to laugh. Oh, hell. Can’t do that. Instead, she pressed her lips together to stifle the giggle, threatening to cut loose. With no choice, she went back to staring at Preacher Sam’s head.

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Tilting her head to the side slightly, she sized him up. Mighty fine for a preacher. She wondered what he did for fun. He wasn’t married. She’d certainly heard that from her mother enough times. Like she’d ever consider chasing after a preacher! She had to admit though, he sure had it going on in the looks department. Full red lips, tanned and muscular. Dark blue eyes that twinkled whenever he looked at her.

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“Hmmm…” She heard herself say aloud.

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Sister Margaret gave her a scolding look. Delilah frowned, taking a deep breath. God, how she hated all the busy bodies in this one horse town. If it wasn’t for her mother, she sure as hell wouldn’t be in the church choir or church for that matter. Right now she could be down at the lake skinny-dipping with Billy Ray. Damn it!

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Well, if she had to be here, maybe she could just dream it all away. She licked her lips, letting her imagination run wild. Preacher Sam. Now, how exactly does one go about seducing a preacher? Maybe she’d just linger a little longer after church and see what trouble she could get into.

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Sin rolled through her body, the devil surely tempting her. She squeezed her thighs together. Zing! Damn, she needed to cum! As was her habit, she put her index finger inside her mouth and sucked at it nervously. Guess that old saying about a whore in church on Saturday night with a hundred dollar customer waiting outside rang true.

When Pastor Sam finished his sermon, he blew out a long breath and walked down the aisle to disappear through the doors. It was time to shake hands with the congregation and get his pat on the back for a great Sunday morning rant. Delilah let the rest of the choir slide right on by her, watching them all slowly slip away to pay their respects.

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Quickly, she made her way to the church office area. A wicked smile formed her lips as she removed the heavy choir robe and hitched up her tight red skirt. Stretching the elastic of the red thong with her fingers, a plan took shape. She dropped her skirt to the floor and took a few steps. Next came the black silk blouse. Laughing, she tossed it behind her. Every article of clothing fell to the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs, leading Preacher Sam to the promised land. Or pussy. Whichever worked best for him, of course.

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Donning the black choir robe again, she hoisted herself atop the preacher’s desk and crossed her legs, exposing one long, shapely limb all the way up to her woman’s junction. She drummed her nails absentmindedly against the wooden surface. There was no way he could resist her, that she knew. Hmmm…wonder if I’ll go to hell for this.

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She giggled to herself. What the hell! All that pie in the sky by and by when you die stuff. Think I’ll just eat my slice right here and now. She wiggled her ass, getting into the mood. Oh, hell. Delilah was always in the mood! Temptation personified!

Hearing the door to the hallway open, she sat up, anticipation making her wetter than ever. Hotter than hell! A preacher. She’d never felt so sexy. There was just something about it that made her pussy drip like never before. Screw Billy Ray and the skinny dipping. What she had dripping was so much better.

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His footsteps echoed, then stopped. He’d seen her clothing scattered along the hall, no doubt. Once more, the sound of his steps reverberated. Delilah heaved a breath, letting it out with a flood of relief. She had no patience when it came to sex. It was something she just seemed to need all the time.

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Her mother had stopped trying to reform her long ago, finally agreeing to let her live her life with no arguments as long as she attended church regularly and sang in the choir. A slight twinge of guilt stabbed at her conscience. Guess Mama never figured I could get into trouble at church. Shrugging away her guilty thought, she watched the door for Preacher Sam.

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And there he stood with his hands behind his back. Tall and strong. Gleaming with chastity. But not for long. The devil had sent him a message, and there was no doubt Sam’s reply would be hot, hard, and furious. Delilah smiled. Preacher Sam smiled.

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“My, my. What do we have here?” He took his hands from behind his back and dangled the blood-red thong in front of him.

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Delilah uncrossed her legs, swinging them both over the desk to stretch out. The choir robe fell to the sides, showcasing everything she had. Creamy white skin blushed with pink. Pendulous breasts, ripe and full. Curves to take a man’s breath away. A glittering diamond hung seductively from her belly button, winking at Preacher Sam. Downy blonde curls covered her pussy, soft and inviting. She licked her lips and then she spoke.

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“I’m afraid I’m in need. I need guidance.” Her eyes fixed on his, she gave him her best “fuck me now” look as she trailed her fingers down her torso.

Sam stepped closer. Delilah saw the hunger and was pleased. His pants already tented; she watched the sweat bead his brow. She moved her legs apart, running her fingers through her blonde bush.

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“Guidance. Yes, I can see that. But maybe you can be more specific.”

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Delilah lurched upward, throwing the robe from her shoulders. Nothing separates her from Preacher Sam now. Sins of the flesh came to mind. Preacher Sam came even closer. His chest rose and fell with a ragged sound. Delilah parted her pussy lips, stroking the smooth wetness inside slowly and deliberately.

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“Yes, guidance. I’m hot and wet, and I need your help.” She tossed back her long blonde hair, arching into her fingers.

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Like a man possessed Sam’s eyes widened with a hot desire. A guttural moan passed his mouth. Delilah took her juice-drenched fingers and brushed them over his lips. His tongue darted out, catching a drop of her creamy essence. The smell of her sex covered him.

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She spun her ass around on the desk, hiking her legs up to rest her feet flat on the surface. Legs spread wide, and she pumped her cunt into the air, inviting him for the full-blown meal. The red thong dropped from Sam’s hand as he lunged for the pink folds of her pussy.

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His head bobbed up and down back and forth. A soft slurping noise could be heard as he ate his greedy fill. Delilah moaned, her orgasm building. The pressure of his tongue beat at her clit. A blinding spasm of pleasure jabbed at her pussy, spreading outward into her hips. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Broken glass and soft beams of heat ran through her body. She screamed, grabbing his head and binding him to her as her clit played a drum solo against his tongue.

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As her orgasm subsided, she fell limp to the surface of the desk only to find herself lifted and impaled on Preacher Sam’s hard-throbbing dick. Thick and long he drove it to the hilt, bottoming out. He spiked her slick wetness over and over. His grunts and groans drive her once again to release. Again, she screamed. Preacher Sam thrust his cock into her relentlessly. Sweat covered his face and neck, soaking his white dress shirt.

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Delilah looked up to see the contorted expression on his face. His eyes squeezed shut, and he howled like a wild animal that had been caged too long. His hot, pearly cum filled her sweet pussy and dripped from within. He rested atop her body. Was he silently praying for forgiveness or praying for more? Only Delilah knew the answer.

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He raised his head to look at her. A slow, seductive smile spread across her lips. He joined her in the smile. Running her fingers through his hair, she pulled him in for a long, slow kiss. Their tongues entwined, and she tasted herself. His dick hardened inside her, and she moved with it, but Sam had other ideas.

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Pulling himself out, he yanked her by her hair and slid her down to the floor. She landed hard. Still in his Sunday dress preacher pants, his huge cock hung from them. He brought her face to him and shoved his cock in her mouth.

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Take it all! You wanted to dance with the devil. Well, you’ve got him now!”

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He fucked her mouth, not even giving her a chance to suck. Delilah held onto his thighs for dear life. His cock hit the back of her throat, gagging her as she tried to free herself and gain some control. There was no way to control him now. She’d freed him, and like any wild animal on the prowl, he was dangerous.

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The salty taste of his cum exploded in her mouth, sliding down her throat. It poured freely from him as if releasing his inner spirit. More and more of the creamy white load. Delilah had never swallowed so much cum.

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Preacher Sam gave a shout. “Yes!”

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Delilah looked up into his bright blue eyes, shining with renewed energy. Taking her by her shoulders, he lifted her up into his arms, bringing her hard into his chest. Delilah swallowed hard. What next?

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“Let’s get the fuck out of this one horse town.”

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His wicked grin became a laugh, and Delilah shouted, “Hallelujah!”

If only Mama could see her now.

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