The Pastor's Calling

[cgraven]

Isabelle looked adorable in her little white ruffled blouse, and slinky black skirt, its hem 3” above her knees. It still was quite prim and proper, but for the young teen wife it was quite daring. “Morning Isabelle………Coffee to start your day?”

Like her first day at work Jean Batard gave Isabelle a special cup of coffee, one guaranteed to loosen the pretty young blonde up, and to subdue her foolish, little pious tendencies. The reverend chatted with Isabelle watching and waiting for the drugs once more to kick in. “I trust your husband Brad was not upset because I kept you late at work Yesterday?”

Batard smiled to himself as he remembered the gorgeous young blonde’s little golden head bobbing up and down the length of his cock as she gave him her first blow job in her young life. Even as she fingered her own sweet pussy.

“Pastor Jean Brad was not happy that dinner was not on the table when he got home. I told him I was so sorry, and please don't be mad with me, as I was at the church and had to work late. I p-p-promised it won't happen again !" Isabelle confessed then her cheeks colored, and her voice caught. “He put me across his knee and spanked me with his belt. Brad has a bad temper sometimes.” Good old Brad was making young Isabelle’s seduction much easier.

Batard opened his arms to Isabelle offering her the comfort, that her brutish husband should of. “Show me what he did to you Isabelle!” He waited for the naïve young wife to do as he asked, to bare her sweet young ass to him.

“Did you like working in the nude yesterday Isabelle? Your husband should be thankful a gorgeous young girl like you married him.” It was Batard’s turn to blush crimson. Batard would wait a couple of more days before he suggest that Isabelle move into the Parsonage. He was sure Brad would push Isabelle to far between his cheating on her with his secretary and his abuse, both physical, and mental.

But for now, all the good reverend wanted was to get Isabelle out of her clothes, into his bed, and between her thighs.

He finished his coffee and waited until she finished hers. “Shall we start our day Isabelle?”

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle had risen early, showered and dressed and applied a little bit of make up before making the bed and thawing out a steak for her husbands dinner. She planned to rush home right after work and prepare everything not wanting a repeat of last night. Her buttocks were sore and still stung from her spanking.

The young blonde wife was so grateful to have a job at the church and work closely with the Pastor. It was much better than sitting around the house all day, watching boring soap operas. Besides Isabelle just adored Pastor Jean, he provided comfort and was very understanding of her needs. It was if he knew what she was thinking...

Arriving at the church, Isabelle greeted the Pastor with a big smile. He offered her the morning cup of coffee and he mentioned that he hoped her husband wasn't too upset about here being late getting home yesterday evening. Actually it wasn't all his fault since she had stopped at the mall on the way. Without mentioning that, Isabelle confessed and told the kindly Pastor what happened in detail. " Show me what he did to you, Isabelle ! "

" I would rather not, sir, it is too embarrassing. " Isabelle insisted, feeling humiliated. Besides she did not wanted to admit that Brad neglected her again afterwards and that it 'aroused' her when he made her feel so submissive.

" Did you like working in the nude yesterday Isabelle ? Your husband should be thankful a gorgeous young girl like you married him. "

She blushed at the thought of being naked in front of Pastor Jean but she trusted the older man and it was important to her to prove her devotion to him. It didn't even barely cross her mind that she was commiting the sin of adultry because the Pastor had incited it. And it was not like Brad was being faithful...they were just lucky no one had walked in and discovered them !

" Shall we start our day, Isabelle ? "

The young secretary finished her coffee and felt a warm flush wash over her body. Isabelle was aware that her nipples tightened and the familiar tingle started between her legs. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to lessen the sensation but it did nothing to help. She did her best to ignore it.

" Where shall we start Pastor ? " she asked, eager to please...

 

[cgraven]

Arriving at the church, Isabelle greeted the Pastor with a big smile. When he offered her a morning cup of coffee and he mentioned that he hoped her husband wasn't too upset about here being late getting home yesterday evening. The young teen blonde blushed the most adorable shade of pink. "Show me what he did to you, Isabelle!"



"I would rather not, sir, it is too embarrassing.” Jean Batard did not press the young teen beauty but rather let her drugged coffee’s sinister effect take hold of her ravishing young body, and her naïve innocent soul. "Shall we start our day, Isabelle?"

The young parish secretary innocently finished her drugged coffee and felt the first hints of a warm flush wash over her gorgeous young body. Batard saw that already Isabelle’s nipples tightened and straining against the thin material of her little frilly white blouse. Jean Batard was pleased as he saw the young blonde cross her long shapely legs and squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to lessen the growing sensations of the drug combination, as it was having its effects on her, but it did nothing to help. He could see that she did her best to ignore her growing sexual need.

" Where shall we start Pastor ? " Isabelle asked, obviously eager to please the Pastor.

Jean lead the trusting young Miss to a storage cupboard, “I need the boxes on the top shelf Isabelle. I’ll get you a step ladder Isabelle.”

As Isabelle climbed the shaky step ladder Batard’s hands were around her trim little waist to steady the gorgeous young creature. As Isabelle stretched to retrieve the first box and the young blonde turned to hand him the box, the awkward position caused Isabelle to fall, to fall right into Pastor Jean’s arms. Her young supple body was intimately pressed to his, her arms were his neck, and his were around her waist. Batard knew Isabelle could feel the heat of his body through their closing. His lips were just a breath away from hers. Jean closed the distance between them and kissed Isabelle. It was a dark passionate kiss that lingered and deepened until there was no past, no future, just here and now and this one kiss that called to Isabelle’s long neglected sexual needs and frustration.

Slowly Batard began to unbutton the girl’s frilly little white blouse. His lips parted from hers as he breathed, “Isabelle remove your blouse I want to see you as the Lord made you.”

His words seemed to encouraged the drugged young teen wife to remove more than just her blouse, and he desired more than to just see Isabelle naked once more.

 

[angelique127]

She climbed up the ladder, and being so clumsy in her heels, fell off the ladder and into the Pastors strong arms. Then he looked at her and gave Isabelle a kiss she would never forget. A kiss like nobody else ever did, including her husband. The young secretary absolutely melted...

" Isabelle remove your blouse, I want to see you as the lord made you. "

Isabelle, not giving it a second thought, stood up and removed her blouse, revealing her lushious breasts. It was only natural, Adam and Eve were naked in the garden of Eden...besides Isabelle was proud of her body and didn't mind showing it off to the the kindly Pastor. She cupped her tits and then pinched her aching nipples, while looking at Pastor Jean through adoring blue eyes...

" Oh Pastor Jean, how come when I am around you I feel so...so naughty and hot ? " Isabelle asked, before sliding her short skirt down her hips, leaving her only in a pair of sheer pink panties and her high heels. She placed one shapely leg up on the chair, which only showed off her body to her best advantage. Her middle finger slipped down inside her panty started playing with her throbbing clitty, making it all wet and creamy ! " Oh God Pastor Jean, I think I am going to cream my panties ! What is the matter with me ? "

Isabelle whimpered and offered her glistening wet finger to the Pastor to taste...

 

[cgraven]

Jean Batard was exceedingly pleased at how easily Isabelle succumbed to the drug combination he had fed her. Jean wondered if the gorgeous young blonde 19-yeqr-old teen bride wanted to be so naughty.

When the kindly pastor stepped back from his new secretary and told her to remove her blouse, that he want to see Isabelle as the lord made her. She did not hesitate, stood up, and removed her frilly little white blouse, revealing her firm young luscious breasts to him. She cupped her breasts and then pinched her aching nipples, while looking at Pastor Jean through adoring blue eyes...

"Oh Pastor Jean, how come when I am around you I feel so...so naughty and hot? "

Yet Isabelle did not stop by merely stripping out of her blouse but shimmied out of her little black pencil skirt to stand before the reverend in nothing but her little pink panties and her heels.

Batard smiled, what a naughty little vixen the young blonde was as she placed one shapely leg up on the chair, which o showed off her body to her best advantage. Her hand slid into her panties and began finger fucking her own pussy.

"Oh God Pastor Jean, I think I am going to cream my panties ! What is the matter with me?"

Nothing is wrong with you Isabelle…….absolutely nothing my sweet girl.”

Isabelle whimpered and offered her glistening wet finger to the Pastor to taste. Batard lips parted as he tasted Isabelle’s sweetness on her own finger. “Isabelle wouldn’t you rather have a nice tongue in that sweet pussy of yours….” He paused as he gazed into the young blonde’s adoring blue eyes. “…….better yet would you rather have a nice cock in that hungrily neglected pussy?”

Reverend Batard took both of Isabelle’s hands in his, as he gazed into her eyes. “I am your pastor Isabelle, and it is my duty to meet all of your needs……..spiritual……and physical where it is quite clear your husband Brad has not.”

“Step out of your heels Isabelle.” Batard swept the gorgeous young blonde up into his arms and carried her to his bed. He laid her down on the sheets and worked her sheer pink panties over the girl’s hips. He knelt between Isabelle’s lily-white thighs, his head dipped, and he truly tasted the young blonde teen for the first time.

 

[Slyguy999]

* she's an angel

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle pretty blue eyes flew open in delight when the Pastor's tongue first touched her delicate pink button, and she spread her legs wide open for him. No man, including her husband, had ever licked her down there but it simply felt wonderful, if not totally wicked ! " Oh my Pastor Jean...that feels sooo good ! My husband would never do that ! "

Pastor Jean grunted, as his skilled tongue slipped slowly up and down her creamy hot slit, pausing to circle her clitty before running it up and down the pussy lips of her pussy again. " Oh Reverand, you devil ! "
she gasped, arching her back and beginning to move her hips back and forth on his face, wanting more of this incredible sensation that she had never experienced before. It was so much better than when she played with her own pussy when she was bored and alone during the day. Isabelle grabbed the Pastor by his hair and forced his entire face into her hot married cunt and felt his nose rub against her inflamed clit. What is happening to me ? Her toes curled and a delicious shiver ran up and down her spine and she shuddered and her pussy started to convulse and spasm until she gushed in the most mind blowing orgasm she ever had...

 

[cgraven]

Innocent young Isabelle pretty blue eyes flew wide open in delight when Batard's tongue first touched her delicate pink pearl of passion, and she spread her legs wide open for him. He was pleased, what a willing little lamb Isabelle was proving to be. The kindly old pastor’s submissions were confirmed when the gorgeous young beauty gasped, "Oh my Pastor Jean...that feels sooo good ! My husband would never do that!"

Batard redoubled his sensual assault on the young innocent bride. He made love to the young teen with his mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth. Jean paid special attention to Isabelle’s clit as he coaxed it from its hooded hiding place. "Oh Reverand, you devil!" the ravishing young beauty gasped. How right she was.

Jean loved the way her back arched as she thrust her sweet young pussy to his mouth silently begging for more. He watched as her soft passion glazed eyes fluttered close leaving the young blonde to wonder, what was happening to her? Nothing in her young life had prepared her for what Batard was doing to her. Isabelle gasped as her toes curled and a delicious shiver ran up and down her spine and she shuddered, and her pussy started to convulse and spasm until she came hard several more times in the most mind blowing orgasm she ever had.

Isabelle laid back panting and basking in the afterglow of her orgasms. “Isabelle more?” The pastor asked the tempting questions to the 19 year-old teen beauty. “Or Isabelle would you rather have a nice big cock in your sweet young pussy Isabelle?”

Batard wondered just how sexually frustrated the young teen was and how much she longed to be fucked, held, and cherished?

“Well Isabelle?” Ravened Batard offered the sweet young 19-year-old teen bride an end to her sexual frustration.

 

[angelique127]

" Well Isabelle ? "

In the back of her mind the young wife knew it was wrong and they were committing adultry, but if it was wrong she didn't want to be right...besides the kind elderly Pastor would never lead her astray and down the wrong path. Isabelle trusted him, he was a man of God and if he thought it was alright, then who was she to disagree. Not to mention Pastor Jean had just gave the young honey blonde the most exotic experience in her entire life, one that she would never forget ! Isabelle was ready to worship him and prove her devotion for him.

" Yes Pastor, please...I want your cock in my pussy ! " she begged,him, tired of being neglected in a worthless marriage to a man with a small penis. Isabelle couldn't help wanting more, much more and she knew her body had already betrayed her ! Her pussy was dripping and it was not helping that Pastor Jeans big hard cock was rubbing across the lips of her wet pussy, in a very tempting and enticing manner !

" Oh please Pastor...put it in, don't keep teasing me, just fuck me ! " Isabelle pleaded, not believing the dirty words she had never used before were coming from her mouth, as her hips trying to desperately impale herself on his massive hard cock !

Isabelle didn't care that that the Pastor was turning her into his slut...

 

[cgraven]

“Well Isabelle?” Ravened Batard offered the sweet young 19-year-old teen bride an end to her sexual frustration. He watched as she turned her soft blue eyes to him. Pastor Jean had just given the young honey blonde the most exotic experience in her entire life, one that she would never forget! Batard could see in those soft blue eyes that Isabelle was ready to worship him and prove her devotion for him. "Yes Pastor, please...I want your cock in my pussy!"

The reverend loved how the gorgeous young blonde sweetly begged, him, the kindly old Parson, to fuck her. He could see in those sweet innocent blue eyes her unconditional trust in him as well as the lust, that made the pious young teen blush the most adorable shade of pink. Oh, how he looked forward to fucking the gorgeous young 19-year-old bride. The young beauty’s luscious young body had already betrayed the pious young blonde once and she was now his for the taking.

Batard was laying between Isabelle’s toned young thighs when he began to sensually kiss and tease his way up her ravishing young body. The tip of his tongue circled her dimpled naval, kissed her quivering abdomen, to sensually climb higher to explore the contours of the young blonde’s firm young breasts and her sensitive puckered pale pink nipples. As he tempted and teased Isabelle’s gorgeous young body. The firm ridged line of his cock pressed to the young innocent and naïve girl’s thigh. "Oh, please Pastor...put it in, don't keep teasing me, just fuck me!" Isabelle pleaded so sweetly leaving no doubt that she was desperate to be fucked.

“Spread your legs wider Isabelle……..so I can grant your request.” Batard arched his hips, the tip of his massive cock parted the young blonde’s soft pink folds. Never in her young life had she felt such a cock as it slowly drove into her sweet tight pussy.

Isabelle was as tight as any virgin. It was so tempting just to slam into the delicious young pussy and take his pleasure. But the reverend had other plans for this stunning young beauty. Batard made love to Isabelle, it was slow, sensual, and passionate. It was everything a young bride hoped for on her wedding night but seldom found.

When Isabelle screamed out her first soul searing orgasm, Batard still strived to meet Isabelle’s long denied sexual need. He continued to please and tempt the young blonde beauty’s gorgeous needy young body. When he did finally cum, he continued to fuck this sweet woman-child until she lay beneath him, her burnished golden hair in wild disarray forming a golden halo around her angelic face.

Reverend Jean fucked his little golden angel twice more that day. His leg was draped possessively over Isabelle’s, her head resting on his chest. “I trust your needs have been met Isabelle?” His lips brushed hers in a sweet tender kiss. He gazed down into Isabelle’s soft blue eyes. “Stay the night Isabelle.”

Those darkly tempting words calling to the young teen as she basked in the afterglow of her last orgasm. If she said "No" he would not press the young 19-year-old beauty but would fuck her every day until she said "Yes."

He cared little for what Isabelle brutish husband might due, he would deal with it. He was going to claim Isabelle as his own little sex slave and concubine.

 

[angelique127]

" Stay the night, Isabelle. " The Pastor suggested.

Today had been the best day of her life, and Isabelle was basking in the afterglow feeling more content than ever before. Dispite that, she came back to reality...

" I can't Pastor, I'm married and my husband wouldn't really like that." as much as Isabella was tempted to spend the night she was still a married woman. " But I will be back tomorrow... "

Thankfully Pastor Jean didn't press the issue. Isabelle reluctantly got out of bed and found her clothes, feeling bashful as she dressed. "I have to get home to prepare his dinner or else he may spank me again!"

Fully dressed, Isabelle gave the Pastor an affectionate kiss on the cheek, " Thank you sir, for the most wonderful day in my life. " If words could only desribe the way this elderly man made her feel...

 

[cgraven]

Today had been the best day of Isabelle’s young life, and she was basking in the afterglow of her sexual liberation and feeling more content than ever before. The young blonde teenaged wife stretched like a naughty little kitten. Then the realization of Brad brought her back to reality. A little pout marred the innocent beauty of Isabelle’s angelic face.

" I can't Pastor, I'm married, and my husband wouldn't really like that." Reverend Jean Batard did not press the issues but made up his mind that by the end of the month Isabelle would be staying permanently in his house and bed. His determination was rewarded when the young blonde added, "But I will be back tomorrow..."

Batard lips brushed Isabelle’s in a passionate kiss to remind the young blonde just what she would be missing, before rolling from her. Jean propped himself up on the pillows as Isabelle shyly blushed as she dressed. After giving herself to the reverend in passionate sex the young teenager showed she was still an innocent young girl. "I have to get home to prepare his dinner or else he may spank me again!"

Brad arrived home to a house that was spick and span, and dinner was on the table. This night he picked at his dinner. When Isabelle was doing the dishes Brad pinned her to the counter. He ripped off Isabelle’s panties. He then fucked his teen bride from behind. It was far from what she had enjoyed that afternoon. It took Brad a little over five minuets to cum, getting his rocks off. His needs satisfied he slapped his wife’s well rounded ass. “I have to go out Isabelle, business I will be late, so don’t wait up for me.

Isabelle was once again left sexually frustrated and to look forward to what the reverend would have her do, at work, tomorrow.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle stood at the sink washing the dishes in tears. No matter what she did around the house it was never good enough for her husband. He treated her like a mere domestic servant. Tonight Brad had bent her over the table and took her like a common whore from behind with no foreplay or affection and then left to go meet his secretary, she suspected. How humiliating she felt to be used like that...there was no such comparsion between her brutish uncaring husband and the good, kindly Reverand. He showed Isabelle a world that she didn't even know existed, like heaven on earth ! She was so grateful that she had a job as the church secretary and could escape her daily turmoil.

The young blonde wife decided to get a relaxing bath in the whirlpool and piled her long hair on top of her head and filled the bath with bubbles. Isabelle sat back in the warm water and it wasn't long before she spread her legs and started playing with her pussy. Ever since she had joined the church and met the dear Pastor the young wife's pussy had been on fire. Isabelle couldn't help but think about his big hard cock and what it did to her married pussy. Yes, of course he was elderly and not the most attractive male in the room but he made her feel special. Isabelle wondered just how many lucky wives and willing females he seduced into his congregation. It didn't really matter really as long as she could prove her loyalty and devotion...

Isabelle donned a sheer pink babydoll nightgown as she got ready for bed. She liked the way the soft material felt as it brushed against her nipples, making them taunt and ache to be touched. Tomorrow was another day in paradise...

 

[cgraven]

Isabelle’s young life had become a bold contrast between her life with her husband Brad and Reverend Jean. Brad treated his young teen wife as if she were his servant only good enough for cooking and cleaning. Seldom if ever did he attend to his gorgeous young wife’s sexual needs. When he did daine to, it was simply slam, bang, thank you mam once his own needs had been met. He would leave Isabelle sexually frustrated and to satisfy herself with her own fingers.

Her days with Revend Jean were quite different. The kindly old pastor met all of Isabelle’s pent up sexual needs. Brad simply fucked her were as Batard cherished the young 19-year-old teen encouraging to be sexually free. Not only did the reverend meet her sexual needs but expanded her pious little boundaries. Batard slowly taught Isabelle to be a very accomplished little cock sucker, and a shameless little slut willing to try any sexual act, just to please him.

Most of Isabelle’s work days ended with her naked in the reverend’s bed, her burnished golden hair in wild disarray, spread across his chest as he ran his fingers through Isabelle’s wild golden tresses letting her hair drip from his fingertips like liquid gold.

For two weeks Batard had reframed from asking Isabelle to spend the night. Then one Friday afternoon he once again asked, “Isabelle spend the night dear.”

He knew Brad would be out of town with his secretary. It was the perfect time to temp the young teen bride to take the next step into the reverend’s dark sexual world.View attachment 2394963View attachment 2394963View attachment 2394963

 

[angelique127]

" Isabelle spend the night dear. "

She considered the reverands request. Actually Isabelle had been thinking about how nice it would be if she didn't have to go home and be treated as a domestic servant and make dinner every night for such an ungrateful man. On the other hand, the reverand appreciated her and made Isabelle feel special. She would do anything to please him. Besides Brad was going out of town and wouldn't know. Last night Isabelle had waited until her husband had fallen asleep and looked at his phone. He had neglected to make a passcode, and she was shocked at what she saw but it confirmed her suspicions. Brad had dozens of pictures of his very pretty dark haired secretary posing in lingerie, and graphic texts, declaring how bad she wanted his hard cock in her pussy ! Some where obviously taken in the office with her leaning over the desk, offering her butte plugged ass in just stockings and a pair of heels. The sultry expression on her face said it all.

Isabelle was more than willing to spend the night with the reverand. The way he made her feel was simply wonderful. She worshipped the ground he walked on...

" Yes Pastor Jean, I would love too ! "

 

[cgraven]

"Isabelle spend the night dear." Reverend Batard saw the hesitation in the young teen bride’s soft blue eyes as considered the reverends request. He knew she was reluctant, this gorgeous young creature, did not want to return to Brad and her subservient life and her sexual frustration.

On the other hand, the reverend appreciated her and made Isabelle feel special. He knew that the young 19-year-old teen would now do anything to please him. His seduction of the gorgeous young blonde teenager had gone quicker that he had imagined, Isabelle was now more than willing to spend the night with the reverend. The way he met her long denied sexual had seduced her, the way he made the young girl feel, was simply wonderful. She worshipped the ground he walked on "Yes Pastor Jean, I would love too!"

Batard kissed Isabelle. The kiss was gentle, almost chaste. Yet Batard let the kiss linger, inviting the young bride to deepen it, until they shared the same life giving breath. Isabelle lay naked in his arms. “So, what would you like for dinner my sweet? Something simple like spaghetti carbonara or would you prefer a steak? I am a rather good cook if I say so myself Isabelle.”

He was offering to cook for her, to wait on her, it was something no one had ever done for her in her young drey life.

Batard pampered Isabelle, met her sexual needs, and pushed her naïve pious boundaries. On their second night at the parsonage he turned to Isabelle, “Dose Brad spanking you sexually excite you Isabelle? The feel of his hand on your hot little ass? Would you like me to spank you now my sweet girl?”

Visions of Isabelle naked and hanging from chains danced before his mind’s eyes but first would she admit her dark fantasy to him and begged to be spanked.

 

[angelique127]

" Does Brad spanking you sexually excite you Isabelle ? The feel of his hand on your hot little ass ? Would you like me to spank you now my sweet girl ? "

The question hung in the air for a moment before the young blonde wife answered...she trusted the pastor, he had her best interests at heart and he did things to her young body that she never imagined possible...Pastor Jean had awakened something deep down inside her. Isabelle was totally submissive to HIM now instead of her own husband.

" Yes Reverand, I must confess I rather liked being spanked by my husband. He is very dominate and it made me feel so submissive...like a female should be when she is with a man. Like God intended. But he isn't very affectionate and doesn't take advantage of the situation, Brad is a selfish lover, he only cares about his own satisfaction and not mine...if he even bothers to kiss me it is on the cheek. And when it does happen, it is over within minutes after he cums on my stomach and then rolls over and falls asleep ! " Isabelle admitted..." I wish my husband was more like you Reverand Jean. I hope you know how devoted I am to you and your church !

Isabelle turned over and got on her hands and knees offering her ass up to be punished by her kind and elderly benefactor...

 

[cgraven]

"Does Brad spanking you sexually excite you Isabelle ? The feel of his hand on your hot little ass ? Would you like me to spank you now my sweet girl ? "

The good reverend noticed the bright pink blush that kissed the 19-year-old bride’s cheeks and the faint wisp of Isabelle’s sweet musky arousal. "Yes Reverend, I must confess I rather liked being spanked by my husband. He is very dominate and it made me feel so submissive...like a female should be when she is with a man. Like God intended.”

Isabelle’s little confession told the reverend that this vivacious young blonde teen was a submissive. And Batard suspected that is was very much a part of her nature was as breathing its self was.

Isabelle admitted..."I wish my husband was more like you Reverend Jean. I hope you know how devoted I am to you and your church!” Batard smiled down into the innocent young teen’s soft trusting blue eyes. “Yes I know you are Isabelle.”

Isabelle turned over and got on her hands and knees offering her ass up to be punished by her kind and elderly benefactor. Batard kissed the divot at the base of the young teen’s spine. He rolled to the side of the bed and sat up. “Come her my sweet girl and lay across my lap.”

Batard positioned Isabelle so her firm young breasts hung free, his hard cock pressed to her abdomen, and her sweet little ass was high in the air and waiting for his attention. Batard made Isabelle wait and anticipated the first spank. Then suddenly his hand came down in a flash that made her firm little ass jiggle sensually. “I shall give you 10 of my best. You must keep count and say thank you reverend may have another. If you lose count Isabelle we shall start with one again.”

The reverend made the young golden blonde’s spanking a sensually seductive affair. When the count reached 8 his fingers slipped between Isabelle’s thighs to toy with her clit before giving the young teen her 9th spanking. Reverend Jean would make Isabelle cum from her sensual spanking alone.

 

[angelique127]

What the Reverands finger slipped between Isabelles legs and touched her swollen aching pink clitty she almost jumped out of her skin, the contrast between pleasure and pain was so intense it made her pretty head spin. Isabelle gasped and her blue eyes flew open at the incrediable sensation ! Her wet married pussy spasmed under his touched while her reddened derriere was flush with a stinging pain. It hurt so good that she forgot to she count and say thank you ! Her cunt tightened and squeezed around his finger when Reverand Jean entered her like the obediant little slut she was...

" Oh my God Reverand, you are going to make me gush! " Isabelle declared, and could not hold back her orgasm any longer. Several drops of her sweet honey dripped and squited from her hot pussy, coating the dear but firm pastors finger. Isbelle couldn't believe that he made her cum by using only one of his fingers. Pastor Jean was amazing, the married slut in the making had lost count of how many times he made her orgasm in the last few days, using his tongue, fingers and rather large cock. He had the stamina of a bull, so unlike her husband.

Isabelle realized that she had lost count...but remembered to say thank you. " Please forgive me, sir, for my transgressions! " she pleaded for mercy, " How could I be so thoughtless, I promise it won't happen again." she said telling on herself. However Isabelle knew that she could never promise that she would never have another orgasm.

She wondered if Pastor Jean would insert that cute white bunny tail butte plug in her tight little rectum now as he threatened to do if she wasn't a good girl...

 

[cgraven]

When the Reverends finger slipped between Isabelles legs and touched her swollen aching pink clit she almost jumped out of her skin, Batard loved how the contrast between pleasure and pain was so intense it made Isabelle’s pretty head spin as she screamed out her sinful ecstasy. It hurt so good, he loved when Isabelle forgot to count and say thank you ! He loved the way her cunt tightened and squeezed around his finger when Reverand Jean entered and Isabelle, like the obedient little slut she was becoming to please him.



" Oh my God Reverend, you are going to make me gush! "

Isabelle was lost in the sensually seductive world that the reverend had interduce her to. Brad, her husband, had become nothing more than a brutish memory, and the reverend Jean had strived to become the center of the young 19-year-old teen bride life. He had asked her to spend the night, which became the weekend. He had no intention to let the gorgeous young blonde teem return to her husband, H would have her stay as his sweet little slut.

" Please forgive me, sir, for my transgressions! " she pleaded for mercy, " How could I be so thoughtless, I promise it won't happen again."

“Master” Batard gently corrected Isabelle. He lifted the young 19-year-old beauty’s chin with a single finger and kissed her and passionately kissed her. “You know I must punish you for your failure my sweet girl.”

Batard picked up the little fluffy little bunny tail butt plug. “ He smiled down into her soft blue eyes. “On your hands and knees dear and lift that sweet little derrière up in the air.” He then spread her firm cheeks and worked the butt plug in to the girl’s virgin ass. “Wiggle that little bunny tail dear.”

Batard gave Isabelle’s hot little derrière a firm spank. After her little show Batard was ready to fuck young Isabelle once more.

 

[cgraven]

The Pastor's Calling
Jean Batard had the knack of seeing everything, while he appeared not to be looking or watching. He held his hand out to the stunning naked chestnut haired beauty. There was no question that she was a gorgeous young creature, yet again as Batard held out his hand to her and Lily, hesitated.

Lily paused, wondering just how far she was willing to soil her hands or anything else, to help the captain get what he was after. She was beginning to realize that either she went deep into her character, or she bailed and in which case, the captain wasn’t going to get what he needed. Her decision made Lily slipped her hand into Batard’s. “Do even your hostesses pleasure the clients, Mr. Batard?”

“That is our Business Lily, pleasure. Don’t you like pleasure Miss Lily Benntt? Pleasure is not a one way street Lily.” His voice was soft and seductive, his eyes held her eyes in his gaze, it was almost if he saw the secrets in their clear depth’s truths that Amber / Lily even hid from herself.

Her feet took a tentative step that brought her even closer to the man who held all the cards. There was no easy answer here. She had a horrid feeling that Batard didn’t just run a gentlemen’s club that catered to the nefarious needs of his clients. How many girls had disappeared from this place and not been found? What had she walked into?

There seemed to be only one way to get the answer to the question that Lily gave voice to, and to the unasked questions that officer Amber Houston and Captain Sliver had. Her hand now in Batard’s, he led the young naked beauty to one of the clubs bedrooms. The room was dominated by a large four poster bed. Jean Batard took a seat on the bed, with his free hand he patted the bed beside him, once again his piercing gaze met her soft hazel eyes. “Sit Lily tell me about yourself before we see your ability to give pleasure.”

Batard’s voice was soft, friendly, he was not rushing the stunning chestnut haired beauty. It was as if he was letting Lily get use to the idea that all the young woman at the Chained Unicorn were here to give sexual pleasure to the club’s clients.




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Pastor Jean Batard was standing in the pulpit after giving a hell fire and brimstone sermon. He looked out over the congregation, it was time for him to make a selection, for in a matter of months, the holidays would be upon them. He had always stressed that Halloween was important for it was the eve of all Saints Day. Yet for the reverend it was all soul eve, when the veil between heaven, hell, and the earth was thin and all things were possible, given you had the right ingredients.

Batard looked out over the congregations, so many innocent young lambs. One caught his eye, a sweet little beauty. Her figure was sensual, and her firm young breasts’ a gentle swell that was hidden by her high necked blouse that hid them from his eyes.

As he was shaking hands with the people as they filed out of church. When she emerged from the dark environment of the church, he turned to her, “Are you new here…..” he took her dainty hand in his, holding her in place, his dark steel gray eyes held hers captive in their gaze. “…….and your name my dear.”

Many things could be said about the reverend Batard but handsome was certainly not one of them. He was only 5’ 11”, he had thinning ginger hair, with a touch of silver at the temples. He was far from a young girl’s dream of a lover for he was old enough to be her father.

He held her hand and waited for her response.