I told my wife I had to take care of a few things at the church, when, in reality, I was going to be meeting with an 18 year old girl in a hotel room. The irony didn’t escape me as I drove to the hotel, my stomach churning, my guilty conscience telling me to turn back. But thoughts of making love to this girl kept me going.
She texted me the room number: 201. I swallowed hard as I parked my car, and looked up at the second floor. This was it. This was my last chance to turn back. As I walked up the stairs, my conscience kept fighting me, but I just couldn’t let myself turn back now. I needed to have this girl, something inside me just couldn’t let this go.
I knocked on the door three times, just the way she told me to, and I heard her shout for me to come in.
I turned the knob slowly, and opened the door, and that’s when I saw her, laying on the bed, her petite figure, her smooth, milky skin, in black panties, sprawled out on the bed, ready for me to take her.
I approached the bed, looking down at this beautiful girl.
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked her.
She paused. “Take off your shirt, Pastor John.” she said lustfully, and I felt myself grow even harder.
I obeyed, pulling my shirt over my head, and tossed it on the floor. I looked down at her as I smiled.
“Baby, this is so wrong,” I told her.
She nodded. “I know. But then again, it’s so right.”
As she said that, I leaned down to kiss her passionately. She kissed me back with equal force.
“Oh, John,” she moaned.
I groaned into her mouth as I continued kissing her, and soon I felt her hands unbuttoning my jeans.
She fumbled with the buttons for a minute before she finally undid my jeans and slid them down, revealing my boxers, where my hard-on was poking out.
“I finally want to see it,” she said as she bit her lip, her hands rubbing my boxers as I begun to slide them down.
As my boxers slid down, my cock sprung out. She smiled as she begun to rub my penis with her soft hands. My cock grew even harder.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked, and she nodded. “No other woman besides my wife has touched me there.”
This seemed to turn her on as her eyes widened, and she decided to go even further, smiling at me.
“Oh really?” she asked. “What about this?”
And that’s when she took my dick into her mouth, sucking hard, and with more passion that I could have imagined. This girl wanted me, she wanted me bad. And I wanted her just as much.
I groaned as she pumped her mouth back and fourth on my cock. “Ooooh, Ashley. You are a naughty girl…”
She looked up at me with those sweet eyes as she sucked me off. At that moment, I don’t think I ever felt as turned on as I did right then.
It was right then when I motioned for her to get up, and bring her lips from my dick to my mouth. All of a sudden, we were at each other’s level, kissing each other like two passionate lovers, which is what I guess we were.
My hands roamed around her body, caressing her as I pushed her down onto the bed, with me on top of her. She ran her hands through my hair as I unclasped her bra, letting it fall onto the bed, revealing her breasts to me again.
Immediately my mouth went to work on her breasts, as I kissed them, moving my mouth to her increasingly hard nipples, where I began sucking.