Orally

Pastor John guided you by the hips until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his plush bed forcing you to sit down. He sat down next to you and leaned back against the headboard with a satisfied smile, one hand still possessively cupping that pert cheek before moving you to your knees between his legs.

"Come dear," he coaxed, one hand working at his belt buckle until it clinked open followed by the zipper of his slacks. "Show your pastor how devoted you are to serving God through pleasuring his chosen." The thick outline of his arousal strained against cotton briefs as he freed himself from the confines of his pants. With a swift tug, Pastor John shoved down both underwear and slacks to pool around his knees revealing his hard 10 inch shaft jutting proudly upward.

"Worship Him with this pretty mouth now," he commanded gruffly even as nimble fingers wound themselves into your hair, guiding you downwards towards the waiting column of flesh. Feeling yourself being pulled forward until hot breath mingled with the musky scent radiating off his groin. Glancing up through lowered lashes at Pastor John's expectant face, you parted your rosy lips and flicked out a tentative tongue to lap experimentally at the leaking tip.

"Yesss," he hissed in blissful encouragement, fingers tightening in your hair as that small taste only inflamed his need.

Bolder now, you wrap your full lips around just the crown and suckled gently savoring the salty drops of pre-cum beading there. The pastor's grip tightened warningsly, urging you to take more of him into the warm cavern of your mouth. Obediently you relaxed your jaw and let him slip past your teeth to slide heavily over your tongue until he bumped against the back of your throat. Pastor John groaned in appreciation as you began a steady rhythm bobbing up and down his thick shaft. He set a quick pace, fists wrapped painfully into your hair as he used your mouth for his pleasure. Each time he pushed as deep as he could inside your mouth you fought not to gag around the thick intrusion stretching untried muscles as drool began leaking out to drip down onto Pastor John's balls.

"Yes, just like that," he grunted in bliss above you as you worked him with slobbery enthusiasm. "Take this holy offering deep into your throat and swallow down his sacred essence!"

You can't help but whimpered around the thick flesh splitting your lips, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from being used so roughly but she was determined to show devotion. The lewd wet sounds of the oral worship filled the room as Pastor John rammed his cock into the back of your throat over and over again, your nose pressed into his musky pubic hair with each powerful thrust. Just when you thought he might never stop using your throat, a particularly deep stroke had him grinding past your tonsils and his pulsing shaft erupted in a flood of salty cum straight down your gullet.

Pastor John held your head firmly flush to the base of his spurting cock as he emptied himself into your mouth with a loud drawn out grunt. You tried your best to swallow valiantly around the throbbing heat, some of the creamy fluid leaking out past sealed lips and dripping messily onto your chest and the bed below. Finally he released you from your sacred duties, the slick shaft slipping from between your cum-glossed lips as the last spurts dripped onto your waiting tongue. Pastor John's chest heaved with exertion but his eyes gleamed down at you in deep satisfaction.

"There now, my dear," he praised breathlessly even as sticky strands of pearly essence still connected your swollen mouth to his softening cock. "A fine start to your new ministry indeed." His reverent hand caressed her flushed cheek almost tenderly before wiping a stray dollop of cum from the corner of her mouth and wiping it on your waiting tongue.