Father Wagner

The following day, Carrie was picked up by a new john. He was wearing a leather hood and gloves. The driver went to a secluded park, and Carrie exited with the john. He was silent, giving her the cash and pulling out a six inch pink cock. Carrie dutifully sucked it, easily deepthroating it, tugging and squeezing at the balls. It felt like an uncomfortable place to be, and she wanted to quit this place as soon as possible.

It lasted about twenty minutes, longer than Carrie expected, before he pulled out and sprayed his cum over her face. She was about to get up and leave when it turned weird. He began to spray her with water.

"You damn succubus, luring men to cheat and depravity!" he cried. He brought out a bottle of water, starting to pour it on her face. "Out of this harlot, Satan!" Carrie backed on her heels, exposing her well-fucked cunt.

"The fuck, creep," she cried, backing off. He pulled off his mask, trying to get at her as the driver tried to pull him away. She recognized him as Father Wagner, a popular local televangelist.