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Sean Ch. 03 – A Pastor’s Wife.

Sean has a waitress, her mother and the Pastor’s Wife

WARNING: This story series involves scenes of sex, light domination, discipline, cuckolding, breeding, oral and anal with yielded women. If that is not what you are looking for PLEASE don’t read on. The sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.

Just a reminder from previous chapters. As an author my stories build with the description and interaction of the characters with plenty of dialog. Yes the sex gets there but if you’re looking for ‘hold your cock’ or ‘drip your pussy’ type stories there are plenty of Literotica authors to fulfill that need.

One more author’s thought. All my stories are FANTASY! I do not wish to post a PSA about anal sex. I would hope in the REAL world that sex partners are smart about using the back door for pleasure. I don’t need Anonymous posts letting all my readers know about your concerns. ZD8.

Sean Patrick.

Read my first journal for a more detailed description of me. Here is a summary. My name is Sean Patrick and I am a blessed Irish man with long flaming red hair, blue eyes, and a disarming smile that gets the ladies panties wet. They seem to gravitate to me when they are most fertile.

My body is buff from my SEAL training; think about the character ‘Reacher’ and you got me. Special ‘private’ jobs, that never happened, have swollen my bank accounts! I have been blessed with a long thick cock that the ladies just have to have and when their panties get wet, clothes come off and my troubles start.

I’ve enjoyed many women; daughters, wives, mothers and matrons in every continent of the world. My gift has no conscience within a warm, wet, tight pussy or surrendered ass.

Breasts with nipples hard enough to suck and pull is appreciated; size is not that important. Milk filled ones are a bonus!

A neglected wife will do what she wants and needs. Too often she wants my gift; hard and deep moving her to climax several times. I am a knowledgeable lover and my female partner will always climax before my cock gets near their pussy. I love the taste of their dripping juices; warm and thick nectar to slide along my tongue and drop into my belly.

Small Town Cheerleader

I drive my antique Chevy truck where ever the chrome lady on the bumper points me. I was in a small town and a sign said there would be a church fair. I was having breakfast at the local diner. The waitress was young; like just out of high school. She looked like the cheerleader type that now finds herself NOT the center of the universe.

Her blonde hair was long and must have been in a pony tail when she did her flips and got tossed in the air at pep rallies. I love those short skirts! Her waitress uniform blouse was unbuttoned down to the beginning of her cleavage; her ‘please tip me well after you look’ cleavage.

She flirted with me and I with her. She ‘let’ me touch her bare legs when she brought me my coffee. While she held the hot coffee pot handle I slowly moved up under her skirt. She laughed and swatted my arm hissing at me to “STOP.” I squeezed her butt then quickly pulled my hand away concerned hot coffee would land in my lap.

“Thanks better. You fresh man; you didn’t even ask permission.”

“If I asked permission Elise would you have let me further explore your hidden treasures under your skirt?”

“SIR!” she hissed and walked away. She didn’t say no!

When she brought me ‘Special

‘ I asked her her age and she said she had turned eighteen before the Prom and laughed. She was hanging about at my table as the diner was now slow. I gripped the side of the booth table and lightly, just barely, moved my knuckles against where her labia would be hiding behind her apron and uniform skirt.

“Sir?” she said softly. I rubbed her again. “Sir?” she whispered a bit stronger. Was she chasing me away? No, I felt her move against me. My first row of knuckles were now pushing her apron, skirt and panties within the furrow that had to be between her pussy lips. “Sir!” she hissed quietly when I rubbed high up and had to be across her pleasure knot.

I stayed there against her clit just moving a fraction and felt Elise rub herself hard against my knuckles. We did that dance for a few minutes when she grabbed my arm and started trembling. My young ex-cheerleader just made herself climax on my hand.

Her face and cleavage were bright red as she tried to get her breathing under control. However she didn’t move her pussy off my knuckles but used them for final pleasure aftershocks. She looked around and the diner was quiet.

“Sir, that was very naughty to touch me like that.”

She didn’t say not to so I moved my knuckles against her uniform and panties protected vulva. She moaned. “Elise, tell me, are your panties wet?”

“Oh Sir you are being very, very naughty. I should not tell you such things like that. I shouldn’t have let you touch me like that. But Sir, it gave fındıkzade escort me such unexpected pleasure,” she whispered.

“How did you know I would let you do such things? You are very, very, very naughty and I’m a good girl,” she hissed at me and slapped my arm.

“Elise I’m gonna be even more very naughty. I want to buy your panties for two hundred dollars; five hundred if you take them off, right here, right now. Show them to me first then take them off and hand them to me. Decide right now or the offer will be terminated.”

I moved my hand to get my wallet and made sure every finger rode against her cleft. I opened my wallet and counted out five crisp one hundred dollar bills. My blue eyes locked onto her blue eyes; blonde hair, blue eyes, nice tits, nice shape and locked into living her life in this small town.

My eyes moved down to below her waist as my hand played with the five crisp bills. I made a move like I was returning the bills. Elise gripped my arm to hold it fast. She looked about and no one was watching us. As it was my booth was around the counter so all one could see was Elise’s back.

She let go of my arm and her two hands slowly moved her skirt up her thighs. Her baby pink gusset was revealed first then the pink satin hiding the blonde hair on her mons. Her gusset was dark from her leaking moistness. “They are very pretty Elise. Now take them off without lowering your skirt.”

She moaned softly, closing her eyes then tucked the hem of the skirt into her belt. Her hands moved to the side hems of her panties. I could smell the sweet scent of her juices. Her hips moved side to side as the panties moved down. The blonde curls on her mons came into view. Just a little bit more and her treasure would be revealed.

She pushed her panties to the top of her thighs and her wet pussy lips saw the lights in the diner. Her hands moved back and she must have taken the back of her panties off her ass. I’d love to see her naked ass but doubt that was gonna happen.

“Am I the first man to see your pussy Elise?”

“No Sir,” she whispered letting me gaze upon her treasure not pushing her panties down further. “I went to the prom with the captain of the football team. We were that couple Senior Year. I gave him my gift in the back seat of his daddy’s car. He dumped me to go play football at a western college. I’m glad I didn’t get pregnant.”

As she was sharing her repeated “thousands of times story of young love left wanting,” she was staring into my blue eyes and hypnotic smile. “Elise may I taste you?” I asked. Not waiting for a reply I moved two fingers between her blonde curly haired cleft then licked her honey off those fingers. I did it several times, each time Elise moaned.

“Sir, he didn’t pleasure me; just did his business and unloaded in me. I cried myself to sleep. School was all but over and he wanted me again. I stood up for myself and told him no. Soon after that he dumped me.”

“Well Elise I don’t have your panties in my hand so you have to finish the deal.” She actually laughed a bit. She worked her panties down her thighs. When they reached her knees she wiggled and they dropped to her sneakers.

I moved my knuckles back to the edge to the table and they were anointed with her warm juices. Elise bent over to get her panties. I turned my hand and her left breast filled my palm. I softly gave her firm flesh a slight squeeze.

“Sir you are very naughty taking liberties with me. My tits were not part of the bargain,” she said laughing as she dropped her pink panties on my hand. I brought them to my face and breathed in her sweet young fragrance.

Elise blushed embarrassed by my strange actions. She was very young and very inexperienced in the ways of ‘amour’. I told her she had a beautiful scent and that I was crushed that I would never have a chance to pleasure her and feel myself deep within her as did her football player.

“Oh Sir you are very naughty, very naughty indeed to play with my heart. I sold you my panties and now you want to buy my heart. Oh Sir you are so very cruel,” she whimpered softly.

I folded the five bills and put them in her apron. I took out a business card and handed it to her. “Call this number. Tell the woman that answers your name and where you live and what your dream chance at a start at a new life would be.”

“Elise would that wish be a college of your choice? She will make it happen. Keep up your grades of As and Bs and she will continue to support you for as long as you will, all the way to graduate school. Your boyfriend could blow out his knee and his future would be over. Your future lies ahead of you. Fail to earn this and the deal will be terminated.”

I stood and leaned in and kissed her. She was shocked at first then tenderly returned more kisses. “I gotta go Princess. Take this chance and earn it. You literally hold your destiny in your hand,” I said as I closed her fingers over the aksaray escort card. I gave her a few more kisses then squeezed her ass. “SIR!” she hissed at me.

I paid the bill then walked outside to my truck holding Elise’s pink panties. “Mista, is dat yous truck?” I thought that this was another guy wanting to buy my small antique Chevy truck. “Yes Sir it is,” I replied.

“Well Sir if you’d be stayen a day or two da Pastor’s wife needs hep with movin things for da church fair.” He turned and pointed down the main street. “Pastorage be right dere next to da white church. Yous just go knock on da door and introduce youself.”

“Can’t pay ya but dey should be able to feed yous good and gibe ya a place to bunk down.” He looked at the pink panties in my hand and let out a deep laugh. “Yous best be good, Mista,” he said and laughed again walking away.

Did he mean I better behave or that I was capable of talking a woman out of her panties? I called the number I gave Elise and told my contact to, “Get the young woman, Elise, that will call you into a good college and pay her way 100% for the first year, all expenses. Her grades will define how long my support will last. As our agreement she should never be told who is her benefactor, and why this was offered. I love you Princess,” I said giving her several phone kisses. I never met ‘Princess’ and doubt I ever will.

I got in the truck and laughed at another episode in my travels. I slipped Elise’s panties onto my rearview mirror. “Got another pair of panties, Sean Patrick?” my truck ‘spoke’. My truck’s name is Maureen and it is painted on the driver’s side front wheel well.

Maureen Johnson Smith Long is the name of the mother in several of Robert A. Heinlein’s science fiction novels. I wrote and installed military advanced AI software so ‘Maureen’ and I can converse. From experiences she has become more self aware. That’s another reason I never want to sell my truck.

Well sorry for the divergence and back to my journal. I drove the short distance and parked in front of the Pastorage. “Behave, Sean Patrick!” Maureen scolded me. I got out of the truck and walked to the front door of the Pastorage. I knocked, waited and knocked several times.

The Pastor’s Wife

I was just about to give up and leave when I heard thumping and the door flew open wide. A woman with long red disheveled hair, stood breathing deeply on the other side of the threshold. I waited for her to catch her breath as I watched her full breasts go up and down under a dirty tee shirt. Hay, I’m a guy!

“May I help you?” she gasped. “Yes, a man at the diner said the Pastor’s wife needs help with moving things for the church fair if I would be willing to help and use my truck. There she is right there at the curb waiting to be put to good use,” I said locking my eyes on her freckled face.

“Keep my eyes away from her tits even if her deep breathing had made her nipples get hard and poke out,” I thought to myself. I’d never get a chance to see them if she slammed the door in my face. I smiled my unnerving smile looking into her amber eyes and said,

“My name is Sean Patrick. I’m an ex-SEAL and I have the time to help and use my truck. If you can get your Mom I’d offer my services and my truck.”

She smiled and laughed genuinely then said she IS the Pastor’s wife and her name is Mary Margaret and invited me in. She brushed some dust off her tee shirt actually rubbing her breasts and laughed telling me not to be so naughty. I laughed and said, “Yes Ma’am!”

“Ma’am? I’m younger than you Sean!” she laughed.

“You may be younger than me Ma’am, but how I was raised you’ll be called Ma’am until I am told otherwise; especially you being the Pastor’s wife and all.”

“Well Sean, I am to be called Mary since I will need your help and your truck for a few days if that can be arranged.”

“Well the man at the diner said you can’t pay me but you should be able to feed me good and give me a place to bunk down. That will be payment enough.”

“Well Sean you look like a decent man so I am sure I could take care of your needs while you are helping me.”

“Well Mary, I am actually a serial killer roaming the back woods and small towns in search of my next victim. You’ll never get out of this house alive.”

Her amber eyes popped wide open. She hissed then started laughing so hard she snorted then laughed again. She “eeked” loudly and moved a hand on top of her skirt over her kitten. “I think I dribbled. I’ll be right back. Have some coffee and sit down. Ooops,” she “eeked” again then ran off to the back of the house.

Mary Margaret came back blushing deep red. “I’m sorry that happened. It’s your fault you made me laugh so hard.”

“It’s okay Ma’am. I’ve made woman pee their panties before; even watched them do it. No big deal. Most of the times they didn’t have them on for long.”

“Sir, I think you are being very naughty,” Mary Margaret said quietly. eyüp escort “Are you a naughty boy, Sean?” she whispered looking me over then took in a quick breath when she saw my obviously long thick cock pushing down the right thigh of my jeans. I pulsed it a few times on purpose.

“No Ma’am, it’s usually the women that get naughty and take advantage of me.” I put down my coffee cup and stood. The chair scraped the kitchen floor and Mary Margaret took a step back in fright and covered her face with her hands. Her breathing was quick and shallow. Was she frightened or unnerved?

“Well Ma’am, how can I and my truck be of service to the Pastor’s wife? I don’t think I’m here to discuss how naughty women can be when they have unfulfilled needs.”

The Pastor’s wife just stood there looking at my cock. She raised her face, red in a blush, and her amber eyes bore into me. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing. I could have grabbed her and spun her tits to her kitchen table and had my way with her. Having had many women I could read that Mary would not defend herself. She had to make the first move.

She let out a long breath. “Sean, please call me Mary. My church students call me Ma’am. Besides I think I am younger than you.”

“Yes Mary; you’re younger and quite pretty. I’m sure you drive the young boys to sinful thoughts. Now Mary what needs to be done?” The bulge of my cock and my flattery were the first steps in my seduction. More would be applied given the chances throughout the day.

Mary blushed again at my flattery and perhaps she knew she made the boys have sinful thoughts. “Sean there are signs up in our attic that need to be brought down then placed near the church and around town on the main street. I think it will take all day. My husband, the Pastor, usually helps but he is away on a retreat for several days. He’ll be back for the fair.”

Ladies, why did Mary let me know her husband was away?

I followed behind her as she ascended two flights of stairs in the old colonial house. I watched her ass sway under her skirt. She looked back knowing I was watching her ass. The attic was assessable by a pull down ladder. Mary huffed and pulled on the rope to lower the ladder.

She started up the ladder but stopped and weaved. Concerned for a fall I caught her by placing my two hands on her ass. “Sean, don’t be naughty,” she said looking down at me.

“Fine, next time I’ll let you fall and call 911,” I replied but did not remove my hands. Did I feel her testing my grip by swaying her ass? When she went up two more steps my hands held her naked calves. I heard her hiss. Two more steps and I got a quick peek of her pink panties covered ass. Pink panties again? Did the local store have a sale?

Mary was on the attic floor and looked down at me. Her breasts pushed against her tee shirt as gravity pulled on her full orbs. My eyes centered on them as her long red hair tried to hide them. The tee gapped and I could see her full cleavage. She put her hand over that cleavage and blushed deep red.

“Sean, I asked that you not be naughty.” She told me she would pass down the signs for the fair and went about doing so. I didn’t count how many there were but the passing went on for a while as I made a line of them in the hall. Mary said she was coming down and the backs of her legs came over the edge.

My hands gripped her calves and her next step down had me holding her naked upper thighs under her skirt. They felt firm and warm. Mary hissed but said nothing. Another step down and my hands were on her panties covered ass. She moaned when my hands massaged her twin hams. She stood on the ladder, my hands on her ass, for ‘a thousand seconds’.

Mary took another step onto the floor and my hands gripped her waist under her skirt. She moaned softly and tipped back against me. I put my face against her neck and she tipped her head exposing her neck further. I could have bit her there and her resolve would have crumbled.

“Mary we should move the signs to my truck and get going with the rest of the day.” She turned to face me, her large breasts rubbing across my chest. Her amber eyes showed me the depths of her needs and desires. I knew I would have her for my pleasure but not now; later tonight for sure.

I kissed her nose and told her her freckles were cute. I squeezed her butt and pulled her against me. I know she felt my hard cock on her thigh. Very softly she whispered my name. “Let’s get going woman or we will be here all day and people will wonder where are the signs.”

I let her skirt drop and picked up a few signs and walked them out to my truck. On my way back Mary had a few. We took some time and effort to get all the signs out of the house and onto the truck. I asked Mary, “Where to first?” as I helped her into the truck. Mary gasped and pointed to my rear view mirror. “Sean, are those pink ladies panties?”

“Who’s the babe, Sean?” Maureen asked. “Naughty boy, are you gonna add HER panties to the mirror?”

Mary gasped moving her fingers to her lips. “Oh ignore her. She’s fresh and doesn’t understand her place,” I scolded Maureen.

“Sean apologize or I won’t let the truck start,” Maureen snapped back. “And are you gonna introduce your lady friend? I’m Maureen, and you are?” Mary didn’t answer. “Cat got your tongue girly?”

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