Private Counselling

You step into Pastor Amanda's office, your hard on at full mast as much from the pastor's suggestive invitation as the sexy images you've recently received on your phone. As soon as you're inside, the door closes behind you with a soft click, leading you to realize that she had been waiting behind it. Before you get a chance to look at her, she spins you around and takes you in a passionate kiss, during which she massages your hard on with her knee. When she breaks the kiss, you drink her in, front and back thanks to the mirror behind her. "Delicious", she says with a smirk, her eyes glittering with lust and hunger.

You take in the skimpy, black lace negligee and think to yourself, "That is certainly not a ministerial outfit." Her curves are accented and her skin peeks through the delicate lace in strategic places, especially around the neckline where it cinches tight around her ample bosom and where the hemline shows off her thighs. The negligee looks like it was made for sin, and you can't help but wonder what she has planned for you.

"It's good that you came, I can tell there's a serious problem with the wedding."

"Wait, what, there is?", you're suddenly confused by how she's gone from that kiss to a wedding discussion.

"Of course - how can you possibly participate in your marriage ceremony with a clear head while you are so busy fantasizing about all the things you'd like to do with the pastor? I think you'd better sit down Mr. Johnson. We need to do some exposure therapy and quickly."

She shoves you into a seat and goes and stands near her desk in front of you.

Her eyes meet yours and there's a hard edge to her voice as she instructs, "Take out your dick, Mr. Johnson, now." Your cock is throbbing in anticipation as you hear her instructions. You don't hesitate, quickly pulling down your pants and exposing your hard cock to her. You can see the approval in her eyes and the way her lips curl up into a satisfied smirk.

"Good, you can take direction - that will go far with your therapy. We need to get you through the fantasies you have about your pastor, Mr. Johnson and the only way to do that is to lay them bare. I want you jerk your cock, I think that shouldn't be a problem for you?"

Her words are like a trigger and you find yourself stroking your cock harder and faster. You can feel your pulse in your cock, the blood pumping through your veins. You can feel the precum dripping from the tip of your cock, making it slick and shiny. You can see her watching you, her eyes dark and hungry.

Pastor Amanda leans back against her desk and arches a leg forward. "Now, Mr. Johnson- while you jerk yourself, you need to focus on your fantasies. Tell me every way that your pastor turns you on more than your bride. Let's start at the bottom shall we?", she smiles and licks her lips.

"Your feet are so lovely, I want to suck on your toes - I can't stand touching Sarah's feet."

"Oh my, you've chosen to start right at the bottom. Good. Go on."

"I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, squeezing me, they are so toned and shapely. Sarah's legs are just sticks compared to yours."

Pastor Amanda smiles and just says "More."

"Oh god...", you scream out, your already aroused member exploding from the stimulation, you begin to slow down.

"Oh, don't stop, Mr. Johnson, we've barely gotten started. I think there are so many more dirty thoughts about your pastor just waiting to shoot from your body.", she leans forward to give you a better view of her cleavage and your almost flagging erection comes roaring back.

"Your hips, the way they move intoxicates me, I can't look away. When Sarah walks it's like a robot."

"Your ass is so perfect, I would do anything to touch it, taste it, lick it. Sarah's is so flat and shapeless."

"Your waist is so slim and tight, Sarah looks flabby and loose."

With each compliment to her and insult to Sarah you see that Pastor Amanda is becoming more and more pleased. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and her eyes are alight with pleasure. You feel like you're about to cum again, but you try to hold back. She seems to notice this.

"Oh, no, Mr. Johnson. Don't hold it in. Cum all those dirty thoughts about your pastor out onto your pants. Release them so that you're ready to build up more." Her voice is soft and coaxing, her hand coming to rest on your thigh. Her touch is electric and it sends a jolt of pleasure through your body. You can feel your cock throbbing, begging for release.

At her instruction you cum - and even harder than the first time. You keep jerking off, even though it feels like you're painfully hard and you're almost rubbing yourself raw. You don't want to stop until she's happy. Her eyes are dark and wanton, her lips parted in a way that makes your heart race. She's everything you've ever wanted and more, and you'll do anything to make her happy. You keep going, your hand a blur as you drive yourself closer and closer to the edge. Sweat beads on your forehead and runs down your back, but you don't care. All that matters is making her happy.

"Your breasts are the most succulent, perfect orbs - Sarah's are droopy and saggy" - this one especially seems to make her happy and you notice her hand actually wanders to her pussy when you say it.

"Your arms are long and slender, your shoulders shapely and perfect - Sarah doesn't keep herself up. She has flabby arms and her shoulders are slouched.", she seems somewhat surprised by the choice of body part, but happy that you keep finding more ways to say she's better.

"Your neck is perfect, I want to kiss it all over to make you happy, Sarah's neck is wrinkled."

"Your lips make me dream of kissing you, and fantasize about you tasting my cock. I want to feel your lips everywhere on my body. Sarah's lips are flat and boring."

"Your eyes delve into my soul, making me tell you everything to please you. Sarah's eyes are dull and lifeless."

"Your hair is full and lustrous and so beautiful, Sarah's hair is so plain and ordinary."

"Good, Mr. Johnson", she finally cuts you off. "Now finally, tell me what you'd like to do with me rather than with your bride."

"I want to fuck you, please you, kiss you...", you lose your ability to speak as another, even more powerful orgasm rocks your body.

"Good boy, you can stop now Mr. Johnson. Clearly you've shot out all those nasty thoughts into the open now, so you can confront them. Now during the wedding you won't be conflicted between your bride and the sexy pastor - you know EXACTLY who is most important for you to make happy during this wedding. So, if you would please leave and clean yourself up - you should probably go home and put on your tux. I need to get into something inappropriate for your ceremony."

You put your penis away and stagger from the room, your legs unsteady and your mind still reeling from the most intense orgasms you've ever experienced. This woman had just extracted those orgasms from you all while making you tell her how she was more desirable than your bride in every way. You barely managed to keep your thoughts on the road to drive home and change into your tuxedo before heading back to the church. All you can think about is how this woman is more desirable than your bride. She's more exciting, more passionate, and far more beautiful. You can't wait to get back to her and experience more of what she has to offer.

And suddenly you remembered your sister's invitation.