Let him examine you

Rising from the couch, you feel a mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering in your stomach. With trembling fingers, you reached for the shoulders of your sundress and slowly pulled it down dropping it to the floor. You stood before him clad in only a simple white bra and panties, the modest undergarments unable to hide much of your athletic yet womanly figure. Pastor John's gaze roamed appreciatively over your nearly bare form, taking in every curve that had blossomed into womanhood since he last saw you at youth group. His eyes paused on the swell of your ample breasts straining against the delicate lace of the bra before drifting down to the tantalizing peek of toned midriff and then lower still.

"Very good, dear," he praised warmly as he circled around behind you. Nimble fingers traced over your shoulder blades appreciatively. "God has truly blessed you with a physique designed for bringing serving others through pleasure."

His hands slid around to rest on the gentle flare of your hips as he leaned in close to murmur lowly. "God has gifted you with ample curves here too, sweet Alana...perfect for driving a man wild in moments of passion." To punctuate his words, those teasing fingers crept down to hook into the waistband of your panties and tug gently until they fell to the floor and your bra soon followed.

"Another sacred way to serve is with this pretty little mouth, dear," Pastor John murmured huskily as he cupped your chin. "We must check if it's ready for such holy duties."

He held up an index finger expectantly in front of your lips and you parted them obediently, allowing him to slip the digit into your warm cavern. Your tongue swirled around the invading appendage almost instinctively and Pastor John almost jerked back in surprise at your eagerness.

"Oh yes," he groaned softly in approval. "God has clearly blessed you with talents suited for pleasuring others orally." He began pumping his finger slowly, feeling your inexperienced mouth stretch and adapt to the new sensation.

Soon a second digit joined the first, plunging past your lips as Pastor John tested the elasticity of your throat. Saliva dribbled down your chin at the slight gag but you held fast, determined to prove yourself worthy in this act of worship. The Pastor's other hand reached up and wrapped itself in your hair to hold your head in place as he began to roughly thrust his fingers in and out of your throat all while ignoring your gagging and obvious discomfort.

"Excellent," he praised breathlessly after thoroughly inspecting your oral capabilities with his probing fingers and leaving them dripping wet. "You are most definitely ready to serve God by lavishing pleasure upon others."

Pastor John withdrew his slick digits from the warm haven of your mouth with a lewd pop, only for that hand to snake around behind you again - cupping one pert globe of your ass possessively now as he pressed the hard ridge tenting his slacks against your belly.

"Our Lord works in mysterious ways indeed," Pastor John purred wickedly even as holy fingers kneaded your tender flesh and stoked your arousal higher with every squeeze. "Now, let's see how well this blessed body takes to worshipping another's manhood..." The implication hung heavily between you as he began steering you towards the bedroom with a reverent hand at the small of your back.