Preacher Man

"Harriet, Marilyn, welcome in. Sorry if I don't get up, I just hurt my back yesterday," Abe said genially. Under his massive mahogany desk, Elizabeth froze, her lips pressed against Abe's inner thigh, his large cock bobbing heavily in front of her, Abe's large foot resting on her pert rear.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Father Abe!" one of the black women said. "How'd it happen?"

"Oh, I was opening a box of crackers the other night, and I reached up too high. You know you're old when a cracker's box strains your back," he said, reaching under his desk to tap Elizabeth on the noggin. Reluctantly, she quietly wrapped her lips around his cock. Coated in pink lipstick, they dragged up and down Abe's cock.

"You know that's right," the other woman said. "So, Moses Jones. He's running for Governor, and I have to tell you, Father, I have conflicts. He's got a record. He's got a past. And I know he's been pardoned, but something doesn't sit well with me when it comes to him."

"I hear you sister," Abe said, his thighs splaying open wider, pushing Elizabeth's mouth down to his heavy nuts. "But he's one of us. We ain't ever had one of us in office. And I really think he's putting his best foot forward, no matter what you may think of his past."

"But he married a white woman ..." one of the women observed. Elizabeth frowned, her drool dripping off Abe's sac.

"And she has Black children now. Just give him a chance ladies, I'm happy to have him come by the nursing home and speak to the entire group."

"That sounds good, Father! I'll call you to set it up."

They left, and Abe pushed Elizabeth's mouth up and down his prick, finally feeding her his seed. Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes wide. She'd found out she was pregnant only yesterday, and based on the amount of time Moses spent on the road, she was quite confident Abe was the father. And based on the way he looked at her, it felt like he could sense the change in her too.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked simply.

"Not much," Elizabeth shrugged, getting dressed and cleaned up. "Moses is out in Atlanta for a NAACP conference."

"Then I'll be over after supper."