The Pastor's Office

The next few minutes pass in a blur.

Angela wrapping her hand around yours. Pulling you through the dark halls to the Pastor's office. The door slamming shut behind you. Her hands working at your clothes. Your hands working at hers. Before you really have a chance to think about it your cock has sprung free, her own clothes dropping away, leaving nothing but a thin pair of panties between your cock and her sex.

She wraps her arms around your shoulders, her ass hitting the edge of the desk hard, sending items scattering to the floor. Your hands run up her back, feeling her soft, welcoming flesh beneath your hand as your cock rides against her stomach.

“Uh, I’ve got a condom,” you gasp, your cock pulsing painfully.

“Put it on!” Angela exclaims, her eyes burning brightly as she leans back on the desk.

You scrabble for your pants, pulling the condom packet free, as you look at it a thought occurs to you that Claire could have sabotaged it. You shake off that fear quickly, Claire is a lot of things but you can’t believe she would ever sink that low and right now you have a woman right in front of you who is ready to fuck.

Your hands shake slightly as you split open the packet, standing between Angela’s legs you roll the thin latex down the length of your cock. It feels horribly restrictive and you realise this is the first time you have had to wear a condom in a long time. You take in your cock, the green latex encasing it, trapping it, before letting your eyes slide up to take in Angela.

Laying on her back, only the thin layer of her panties hiding her sex from view, she looks like a goddess come down to earth. Again you are struck by how unlike Claire she is, how soft and welcoming she is. Your cock throbs painfully as you slowly pull her panties away, sliding them down her legs, strands of arousal clinging to the material as you do so. The scent of her filling your nose, heady and intoxicating.

Quickly you step between her legs, Angela gasping sharply as your cock slides between her folds, teasing her. You lean forward to plant a kiss on her lips but she turns her head away, suddenly bashful, even as you feel her fingers wrap around your cock, guiding it to her opening.

“How often?” She asks, still not looking at you even as you press forward gently. Feeling the head of your cock slide between her folds.

“How often what?” You reply, the confusion at her suddenly bashfulness even as you press further forward.

“How often does he fuck her?”

“At least once a day I think,” you reply, realising too late that was most likely not the right thing to say.

In that same moment, you feel your cock finally pop inside of her, even though the constricting condom she feels unbelievably tight, you can’t help but gasp in pleasure even as she still keeps her face turned away from you. A part of you is telling you to stop but your body is doing its own thing as you press deeper and deeper into her. The feeling of her sex wrapping around you impossible to deny.

It isn’t until you bottom out, your cock throbbing almost painfully, that you manage to regain enough self-control to speak.

“Sorry,” you gasp, your face close to hers. What feels like an age passes before she finally turns to look at you.

“Thank you,” she finally says, her eyes filled with an emotion you can’t quite place.