Fundraising

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The grand prize for the annual church fundraiser is a trip to Mexico, and Ally wanted to win it badly. When the goal had been reached, whichever girl raised the most money would get to go and meet the leaders of the church in their retreat by the beach. The first day of going door to door, she only raised a few dollars. When she checked the website to see how the others were doing, she realized she was below the average. That night, she prayed, and as she was asking for guidance, her younger brother laughed at her.

"Nobody wants to hear about your weirdo religion," he said. "They just want to see your tits."

Ally sighed. It was true. Most of the men had stared at her breasts, and then shut the door on her when she began talking about her church. She was 18 years old, blonde, 5'7" with a tight 36dd 24 36 figure that men always stared at. It was enough to make her feel sinful, just from the way they looked. Then she remembered that the Lord would not show his hand. Maybe He had sent her brother to deliver the message. He had given her this body, after all.

The next day, she wore a sheer blouse under her jacket, and a tiny skirt. She wore a lacy bra and thong and thigh high stockings, with 4" spiked heel boots. She knew she looked a little slutty, but it was for the church, so it wasn't really sinning, she thought.

The first door she knocked on was an old woman who couldn't hear and gave her a dollar to make her go away.

The next house, she knocked on the door aand heard a man's voice calling to hold on. She unbuttoned her jacket and hiked her skirt up so the tops of her stockings showed. She took a deep breath, making her breasts stand out even farther.
 
Alexander was a proffesional bachelor. He at age 48, he still lived by himself, not because he couldn't get a girl, but because of how easy he could get them. He was ruggedly handsome, well built, powerful, and mature. He could get any girl he wanted, any time he wanted, and he didn't want to have to worry about settling down. He was surprised when he opened the door one morning to find a rather cute looking blonde girl with enormous tits standing at his doorstep wearing the most alluring outfit he'd ever seen.

"Why hello there," he said. "Aren't you a little old to be selling Girl Scout cookies?" as he spoke, his eyes focused on her massive tits.
 
She giggled at the joke, covering her mouth with her hand because she was supposed to be taking this seriously. She smiled at him, surprised that such a handsome man was living alone, but knowing this was perfect for what she was trying to do. She took another deep breath and began her pitch, slightly altered from the usual, because she didn't awnt to stand out on the stoop while she gave him her offer.

"Good morning," she began, brightly. "My name's Ally, and I'm with the Sacred Love of God Church. I wonder if I could come inside and talk to you for a minute about our new fundraiser?"
 
Alexander smiled the charming smile he often used at bars and clubs to attract women. His sister often said that mischevious grin was irresistable. "Of course," he said, stepping aside politely. Part of him was curious - he'd never heard of this Sacred Love of God Church. But he had heard of flirty fishing. He wondered if that was what this was - this Ally was a missionary. She sure looked like it - far more attractive than those Mormons or Jehovah's witnesses. Maybe they could do more than just talke religion.
 
She smiled at him, though her cheeks were hot with embarrassment from the way he was looking her over. he wished she had worn something a little less revealing, but then, the whole point was to use her body to entice them. She stepped past him into the front hall, and turned to face him as he closed the door behind her.
"Thank you," she said. "As I was saying, I am with the Sacred Love Church, and we are raising funds for Father Bradford's mission in Mexico. It's a wonderful opportunity to show our love of God and the church, and each year, the girl who raises the most gets to go and spend a week at the mission, so you can imagine how competitive it is."
She was talking too fast, but it was because she was nervous. She wasn't supposed to go inside strangers houses, but she couldn't see any way around it. Besides, such a cute guy couldn't possibly be dangerous.
"So," she said. "Do you think you'd like to support a good cause?"
 
Really, Alexander couldn't care less about this Church or about its missions - especially to Mexico, of all places, who were already Catholic and didn't need some creepy cult ministering to them. All he cared about was that he had some sexy girl with big tits in his house - alone. Part of him felt a little bad about this. She was as old as one of his nieces, and her tits and figure were all but the same size. Only the hair was different. Would he look at any of his nieces that way? Would he want anyone looking at them that way?

To hell with it, he thought. He was bored, he was horny, and he hadn't had sex since his last conquest realized her husband still loved her and her children needed a good role model.

"I'm not so sure I want to give just yet," he said. "What exactly is this church, and how do I know it's legitimate? I'm used to seeing dorky Mormon boys and dried up old prunes passing out copies of Watch Tower, but never a pretty girl collecting funds for a mission. Are all church members as pretty as you?"
 
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She blushed at the compliments, but didn't let herself get distracted from her plan. It obviously worked, since he was asking questions, so she started to tell him about the good works that the church did in Mexico, setting up homes for girls and teaching them about the Love of God. He wasn't entirely sure he was actually paying attention to what she said, but he was certainly paying attention to her. He hadn't kicked her out yet, and that was the main thing, but she didn't want him to get bored while she babbled about the joys of faith and the commitment to service that the church advocated. It was time to make the sale.

"Now, a donation will be a sign of your love for God and will help your soul's salvation," she said, letting her hand come up to her breast. Her fingers rested on the top button of her blouse. She paused for a moment, and then opened it. She made her voice soft and warm. "Every little bit is a step towards meeting out goal. Do you think you'd be willing to make a donation as small as twenty dollars?"
 
Was this girl really... Yes she was! She was unbuttoning the top button of her shirt! Alexander felt a stir in his pants.

"Wait," he said, "Are you saying your church serves only girls? And what is this love you keep talking about? Show me."
 
"No, of course not!" She had never thought about it before, and she bit her lip, wondering if he was right. There were boys in her church, of course, but they were never the ones that were cared for by the missions, and the preacher always spoke of a girl's love for the church. "It's just that ... girls are more spiritual." She smiled. That had to be the reason. "The love is the love that God has for all of us, and we return His love. If you'd like to come on Sunday, the church is on Spring Street."

"Now the mission is a great example," she said, trying to move the conversation back to things she was sure of. "The church has a home in Mexico, and the Reverend provides food and shelter and education for girls who might not have any opportunity otherwise, so it's very important work."
 
"I would think so," Alexander said, not really paying attention. This girl was a shy one. She was leading him on, but for some reason was stopping short of flat out offering herself up for sex. It was frustrating. Just watching her massive breasts straining against her shirt and jiggling ever so slightly as she moved - as well as that teasing glimpse he caught with her button opened - was making his penis itch. He wanted badly to reach down into his pants and stroke it. Better yet, he wanted her to do it. Finally, he'd had enough teasing.

Putting on his most charming smile and straightening his posture, he stepped closer to the beautiful girl. He reached out and touched her shoulder. "Show me," he said in a soft, tender voice, and planted a flirtatious kiss on her lips, the way his sister had taught him.
 
She froze for a moment when he kissed her. She hadn't expected him to do anything like that. For a moment, she could hardly think. She had expected the men to look at her, and to watch her do a little strip tease, but she hadn't expected anything like this. Now it was happening, she realized that of course, they wouldn't just stand there. She wondered if she could get out, but somehow, he was standing between her and the door.

"Well," she said, all the confidence having gone from her voice. "What I show you depends how much of a donation you'd like to make. It's for a really good cause."
 
Alexander smiled a confident smile. "But that would also depend on if I like what I see," he said. "Let's start at $50 dollars. Now come here." He slipped his arms around Ally, and gently pulled her close, the way he'd draw in a lover.
 
Fifty dollars was a lot of money, she thought. It was more than she had made all the day before. She smiled and started to open the buttons of her blouse, but then he was pulling her close. She found her hands were in the way, and she had to leave the last button still buttoned. Still, it was open enough to expose her big breasts in the flimsy cups of her bra. She looked up at him, excited that her plan seemed to be working, but nervous. For fifty dollars, he would probably expect to see more than just her in her underwear.
 
Alexander didn't notice Ally unbuttoning her blouse. Instead, he was more focused on pulling her close to his firm, muscular chest. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, that fit him fairly loosly, but still tight enough to show his definition. He held Ally firmly but gently in his arms and kissed her lovingly this time, running his tongue around her lips. He shifted his grip so that one hand was wrapped around the small of her back, and the other was clutching the back of her shoulder.
 
When he kissed her this time, she almost fell. If he hadn't been holding her so closely, she might have, but instead, his strong arms took her weight easily, as his tongue explored her mouth. Her own tongue seemed to know exactly what to do, as it twirled around his and she realized they were french kissing. She blushed, knowing that a good girl didn't do that. At the same time, she thought, good girls probably didn't offer to strip for donations either, and he was so cute. Her arms slipped around his neck, and she held onto him.
 
Alexander snuggled up to Ally and held her the way he always held his lovers. After a few moments, he reached down and scooped her up. Still kissing her lips, lifted her into his arms and bore her into his lair. Then, he deposited her onto his bed and released her. To his surprise, he saw that she'd already been unbuttoning her blouse. He could see her enormous breasts bulging out of her bra. He felt his dick starting to swell up.

"Naughty little girl," he teased. "You went ahead and did most of my work for me. You don't mind if I..." He reached for her left breast.
 
She knew she should stop him, but she was too stunned by everything that was happening. He had been talking to her a moment ago, and then suddenly she was in his bed, and he was touching her breast, squeezing it gently through her bra. She knew she should stop him, but it felt so nice, that all she could do was arch her back, pushing her breast up as her hand covered his. She felt her nipples standing up, and the heat between her thighs was growing.

"Please," she whispered. "I shouldn't."

Even as she said it, she knew she wanted to. She wanted him to keep touching her. She wanted to see what he would do next, as much as it frightened her.
 
Alexander took Ally's breast in his hand and gently squeezed it. It felt so big and so soft to his touch. It overflowed from his hand. He smiled as she forced her tit into him. He loved how she puffed up her chest to make it seem bigger. His rough, calloused fingers brushed against the part of her breast not covered by the bra. Gently, he started massaging her breast, as delicately as he would polish a crystal ball. Ally was just as delicate.

"You're such a pretty girl," Alexander said. "How old are you? 18? 19? You're so sweet and lovely."
 
She nodded her head, eyes rolling back with pleasure as he fondled her breast. She had never thought it would feel as good as this. From the way people in the church talked about it, she thought being touched by a man would feel gross or painful, but she just felt warm and sweet, like she was melting.

"I'm 18," she whispered softly. "That feels so good. Where did you learn how to do that?"
 
"Darling, I'm a 48 year old man," laughed Alexander. "I've had lots of practice." Of course, he didn't tell her he was already experienced her age, thanks to his elder sister, but he did have many years of seduction behind him.

With his other hand, he went ahead and unbuttoned her last button. Then, as he continued massaging Ally's breast, he admired her tummy.

"Sweet 18, huh? God, you're beautiful..."
 
"Beautiful," she echoed, purring as he caressed her. She slipped her blouse off when she felt him open the last button, and she opened her eyes and smiled at him. She could hardly believe he was thirty years older than she was. It seemed wrong to be letting a man so long be touching her like that, but she thought she couldn't make him stop if her life depended on it.

"I'm supposed to be going door to door," she murmured softly as his fingers explored her tummy. She made no move to leave, or even to sit up.
 
"You should rest awhile, darling," Alexander said softly. He squeezed her breast again, then leaned in to kiss her again. He slipped his hand around her back, and drew her towards him again, until her right breast brushed against his chest.
 
He was right, she thought. She should rest. She kissed him deeply, her body moving as his hands directed her, letting her breast press against him. She let out a soft moan as he continued to caress her, and the heat inside her burned hotter.
 
Still holding Ally, Alexander sat down in the bed. He slowly broke off the kiss, then finished off her breast with one final rub and a loving pat. His hand then drifted down to her tummy, and he gently caressed it with his fingertips. Then he spread his hand over it and pressed. He gently started to massage her there too.
 
Ally lay back, moaning as his hands explored her body. She had never imagined anything like this in her life, and she found herself grinding her hips as the heat inside her blazed hotter. She knew she wanted more, and she reached up to touch his cheek, not knowing what it was she wanted, or how to ask.
 
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