If you have been reading my blog for a while then I’m assuming that you know all about Big Bamboo, Ten Inches of Jamaica and read Kinky Fuckers Part 1 and 2, if not what are you waiting for:)
Having reread the posts I saw a pattern:
Jamaican men
Pussy eating
Church men that were kinky
But my involvement with freaky pastors started way before Ten Inches of Jamaica.
This is how it all began.
He was beautiful, full soft lips and a fit body to match. When I met him he had a prominent position in the church and I really could not understand what he saw in me.
As I had clearly told him that I keep my bible at home and my church in my heart, I was not in regular attendance.
Yet he pursued me, he practically cornered me and let me know how sexy I was, he wanted to kiss, lick and caress.
I tried my best to pay attention when he was talking but all I could think about was whether he was any good in bed, if he was really kinky.
Him: What are you worried about?
Me: You are a Christian
Him: Yes I know
Me: So how can you even think about sleeping with me
Him: Actually I was thinking about a relationship
Me: Oh
We had a relationship, an interesting one, he prayed before we had sex, I was always used to ask him why. He said that it was because he wanted our union to be blessed.
He looked so sexy, with his suit on and a tie, so smart. How many preachers wear tight boxer shorts? I could not wait to get his clothes off.
I have never used so much honey, whipped cream and chocolate sauce in my life, preacher man had a very sweet tooth. His favourite thing was to pour everything on me and lick it off.
We spent most of our time fucking each other silly, his cock in my mouth, pussy and in between my tits. He had a thing about my arse and would rub it with cocoa butter.
One night he confessed that he wanted to watch me with another woman, and I said that I was not up for it.
He whispered in my ear and said:
“Baby, imagine her soft tongue on your clit, licking you tasting you, would you like that?”.
I tried hard not to get turned on, but I could not help it. He slowly pushed his fingers into my pussy and I moaned.
“Her mouth is over you, she touches your tits, plays with your nipples. She is teasing you, she wants to fuck you”.
“Stop it, stop talking like that”
“Why?”
“You know why”
“This is turning you on, the thought of a woman with big tits, licking your clit, making you scream”
“Shit, shit, shit, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me hard”.
The phone rang it was of the members from the church, they were on their way over.
“Fuck, we better clear up this mess”. I was in a panic, the house smelt of sex.
We opened up all of the windows, I sprayed air freshener, when it had finished I used my perfume instead.
The house looked good, we put our clothes back on and I sat looking innocent.
A few minutes later, one of the church sisters was chatting away with him, telling him all her problems and I heard her say:
If only he could just behave himself, resist the temptation of sex. You are a perfect example.
She came in to greet me, we spoke for a bit and she left.
“Wow, that went well”
“It was close, we forgot to put away the honey, my boxer shorts were on the floor”
“What? She must have seen them”
“Come here”
We kissed each other and then I felt his fingers in my pussy again and I moaned “Put your cock inside” and he whispered “Pretend I’m a woman fucking you with a strap on”.
I closed my eyes and fantasised that it was a woman fucking me from behind, her hands on my hips, pulling me closer to her, grabbing my hair and pinching my nipples
My fantasy shocked me, as I even thought about what she would look and feel like, a voluptuous woman, soft skin, big breasts with a gentle touch and a wicked smile.
I would suck her strap on and look into her eyes and caress the round cheeks of her arse.
She would position me in a 69, so that we could taste each other’s sweet pussy until orgasm.
My fantasy came to a halt as I felt him thrust harder and harder and I knew that he was about to fill me up.
The following Sunday he went to church, things went crazy after that. Miss Chatty Church Sister had seen the stuff we left out and told everyone.
It was late and my phone rang, he wanted to talk:
“They know, we can’t see each other any more”
“Ok, I’m upset but I knew that this could happen”
“Look, you need a man who is honest with you, not all this shit”
“Yeah, I know”
The thing is as much I knew that I was playing with fire, so to speak, it was just too exciting for me at the time. I liked the rush and the excitement.
Not all church men are like that, maybe the ones I met were not sure whether they wanted to be fully involved in the church, they struggled with repression.
Maybe that was the attraction for me, as I was battling with the restrictions in my life, some of them self imposed.
Some of the best sex I have had has been with men from the church. They were keen, they were Kinky Fuckers.
