Marigold struggles to do as she's told.

Pastor Michael grunted as he thrust his cock into Marigold again and again. "Fuck," he muttered. That, even more than his cock in her mouth, shocked Marigold; she had never heard him swear before in all her life. But then again, she hadn't ever expected to be in this situation before, either. But hearing him swear, that was so... unlike him. Like she was seeing a side of him that no one at church had ever seen, maybe not even his wife or his family. And here he was, trapped in an elevator with her, like he was somehow as **** as she was.

And then the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she was brought back down to earth, reminded that she was being punished for all the dirty, nasty things that she had been doing with Harry earlier that afternoon. The Reverend's hands on the back of her head were like a constant tug, a stable, physical presence. His rough hands grabbing at her made her feel more ashamed even than the white cum on her face.

Every time Pastor Michael pushed his cock past her lips, it **** Marigold to reflect on everything she had done. On the big blue silicone plug that Harry had shoved into her asshole. On the metal phallus she had slid inside herself, shaking powerfully, driving her over the edge of orgasm. And on how, even before one of the toys had even touched her body, she had found a hidden, silent thrill in pulling her compression vest off of her chest, the electricity behind the deep shame. Well, if Pastor Michael intended to remind her of her guilt, he was succeeding.

Marigold opened her mouth as wide as she could. She still couldn't believe how big the quiet preacher was, how hard it was to fit his thick shaft between her lips. Accompanying each thrust was a wet squelch from the mixture of Harry's cum and her saliva, and each thrust pushed some of the cum into her mouth. It was salty, and sticky, and for whatever reason she didn't hate the taste. Marigold loved feeling the Reverend's hard tip at the back of her throat, knowing that each time he plunged it into her mouth, the Reverend was wiping away her sin. She just had to keep thinking of all the ways she had violated herself today, of all the dirty things that she had done that she had to be ashamed of...