His rest is over

Author is Mudley

The pastor was jolted out of his thoughts when the door opened and a middle-aged man entered the restroom.

"I am the operator of this establishment," the man introduced himself and continued "as a good customer, I have a deal to propose to you. But we'd better discuss it in my office, please follow me."

The pastor was surprised and curious at the same time, so he followed the pimp through a door marked "Private" into a hallway. Two naked girls approached them, their clothes in their hands.

"Put your rag back on and come to my office in five minutes," the boss ordered the two and entered his office, followed by the pastor.

"Are they about," the clergyman got no further than the boss was already answering him?

"Yes, they are sisters, they just came from the stage. But you're about to get a private performance of their show."

"Why don't you take a seat," he continued, pointing to an armchair.

The pastor did as he was told and looked around the office. A few cabinets, a large, heavy desk, a comfortable office chair on one side of the spacious room. And on the other side two armchairs, in one of them, he sat in front of a coffee table and opposite him a large sofa on which the boss settled.

"Pastor Hansen, you can take off your mask. You see, I know who you are."

The pastor was slightly shocked that he had been exposed but took off the mask.

"The entrance area is under video surveillance and that's where I saw you without the mask. Then when the report about your church with your picture was in the newspaper the days, I recognized you directly."

The pastor gulped, "What do you want from me now?"

"Well, I wanted to suggest that Jerome assist you, on a volunteer basis of course, with the youth ministry in your parish. You've already seen how good he is with young people, especially women when he prepared Bella for you."

"But you can, I can't do that," the clergyman stammered. It was clear to him, of course, what the goal of this volunteer help was. Of course, Jerome was to look around the community for new women, preferably women who had just come of age.

"They don't have to accept the offer, but what do you think their congregation says about their pastor going to the whorehouse? Or the bishop, if he finds out that you follow your flock to the brothel, and not to convert them, but to fuck them and pump them full of sperm?" the boss presented him with a choice, which wasn't one.

"Okay," agrees the pastor quietly.

"After all, it shall not be your loss, Occasionally a private free hour on a de room. Or Bella kneels and give you a blow job while you preach from the pulpit about the sixth or tenth commandment. If you're very cooperative, maybe you could also spend a nice evening with the two sisters," the pimp showed himself generous.

With perfect timing, there was a knock at the door and the sisters entered after the boss said "Come in."

Melissa and Annabell were wearing what should have been an innocent schoolgirl outfit. It would have been innocent if the black skirts weren't a little short, they just barely covered the girls' tight asses. The white shirts were not buttoned up, just knotted so that their tits were covered but their bellies were exposed. Over it they wore a grey blazer, they had dispensed with underwear. Their blond hair was braided into pigtails, completing the schoolgirl image.

"Let's get your show on the road," the boss ordered.

The sisters began to kiss and caress each other. The first pieces of clothing fell. The man of God was presented with a perfect lesbian show, and his cock was quickly filled with blood again. Two pairs of perfect teen breasts came out and the sisters took turns sucking on each other.

How he would have loved to suck on those nipples right now. Soon the skirts fell too and two clean-shaven pussies were revealed. The two sisters meanwhile exchanged intimate French kisses while fingering each other. After about a minute they disengaged from each other and Annabel got down on her knees in front of Melissa and began licking her big sister while fingering herself. Melissa stood there enjoying her little sister's tongue work and kneading her tits. A few minutes later she moaned out her orgasm.

"Annabel, come here, blowjob," the pimp gave the command. The boss had already taken his spanking out of his pants and Annabel immediately took up the work. Her pigtails he had grabbed like the reins of a horse and set the pace and depth.

"Melissa takes the gentleman back to the all you can fuck area, he needs a cunt around his cock now. Then you can take a half-hour break before we can offer our guests our "Sisters Special" again," he instructed the other sister.

The pastor had already hoped that Melissa would give him the necessary relaxation while Annabel took care of the boss. So he had no choice but to put his mask back on, so as not to be recognized, and follow the naked girl, who wiggled her hips provocatively in front of him.

"Come on up, ride me," was the last thing he heard from Annabel before the office door slammed shut behind him.