'How can life be so cruel?' Melanie asked herself. Reflecting back to just a month ago, Melanie lived the live of the very respected mother of two young children and the wife of the Pastor Hastings. Besides being a respected wife and mother, Melanie had been the Sunday school teacher for the youngsters of the parish and was the leader of the Westside Women's League.
Face in her hands, Melanie could not stop weeping as everything had come to an abrupt end. Husband immediately requesting reassignment to a church across the country, taking the children with him, Melanie had been left with the eight-year old sedan and half of the small savings that she and her husband had put away. Without confirming it, she also knew that she would not be getting any calls in the near future to fill in as a substitute teacher any longer.
Without any source of income, Melanie knew that she had to budget herself with the limited funds she had till she could figure out just what to do. Thus, with her belongings put into a self-storage unit, she had rented a run-down apartment by the week till things settled down a bit. Lifting her head from her hands, Melanie blinked back the tears as she once again stared down at the tabloid's sordid pictures of her on the coffer table.
'Not only did you get caught ..but you had to make the front page of a national smut magazine!' she chided herself. There she was smack dab on the front cover, with a smaller picture taken earlier of her standing next to her husband in front of the church, with bold headlines reading 'Busted - Preacher's Prostitute Wife'! She had now come to realize that it had all been a set-up, a scheme by the used car salesman who had somehow exuded a powerful hold on her - both mentally and physically.
Melanie recalled that very first time in meeting the lusting salesman, when her husband and children had gone to view SUV that a church member had used his influence in helping setting up an excellent deal. From the moment she had shaken the man's hand, that spark of electricity had shot through body, making her feel so weak and helpless. When she had gotten into the driver's seat, the lusting Herb Thompson had come over to help adjust the seat, causing her to shudder as his face was so close to her thigh that she could feel his hot breath upon her.
But it had not ended there. With her husband and children nearby, the bold man had managed to take unspeakable liberties with her, with Melanie unable to even utter a mere objection nor make an attempt to push away his exploring hand. With her husband helping the children into the back seat on the driver's side, the salesman had opened the door for her. On the ploy of showing her a feature of the seatbelt, the evil man had slipped his hand up under the hem of her dress to stroke her thigh and made its way right up to the crotch of her panties, a finger tracing its way up her sensitive slit.
The next week, the evil man had shown up at the church, telling her husband that he had taken up the offer to visit the church and that his company wanted to help out with a donation to the Sunday school. Melanie had been caught totally by surprise when her husband brought the man to the classroom when both the church services and Sunday school were over. Left alone with the lusting man as her husband left to mingle with the congregation, Melanie was again quite helpless to resist.
'My, God I still don't believe that I let it happen! Right there in the Sunday school classroom with my husband and congregation out in the courtyard!' she shuddered at the recollection. 'Why ..why didn't I put up any resistance at all?' she wondered as she rubbed her arms to comfort herself. But her mind was actively playing back every second of what had taken place, her hands being drawn to the front of the man's crotch, the way she fondled the man's lengthy cock and testicles through the thin fabric.
It all seemed to Melanie as if she was looking back in on the nightmare that took place in the classroom. Never having even thought of another man since meeting her loving husband, Melanie found herself unconsciously unzipping the man's pants, then reaching in to pull out his thick cock his thick black cock! Looking down at the long dark tube meat in her hands, she then began stroking and pulling on it, watching it grow longer and longer in her hands.
Just moments earlier, she had been conducting Sunday school class from that very spot. Now Melanie was stroking his black man's lengthy cock with one hand as the other moved in his pants to cradle and roll the walnut sized nuts in her palm. Other than with her husband, Melanie had never before touched another man intimately, but what she was now handling made her husband's manhood pale in comparison.
Feeling the man's nuts churn as she squeezed him, seeing the bloated cockhead expand even more, Melanie had the sense enough to realize that the man was about to do his thing. And it was aimed right at her! With not a second to spare, Melanie pushed it off to the side, just as it began spurting out hits hot goo onto the top of her desk. Hands soiled and covered with another man's sperm, Melanie was then snapped back to reality as her young daughter came looking for her. Fortunately, her daughter did not view the messy desk that Melanie managed to block with her body, while Herb Thompson zipped himself up.
The next week, upon returning home from a Women's League luncheon, Melanie was confronted by the lusting salesman who had been hiding in her bedroom. Unknown to her, Herb Thompson had made himself a duplicate housekey when her husband had foolishly handed him all his keys the other week for the purpose of appraising the car to be traded in. Frozen to the spot, Melanie could only stand there as the Herb Thompson approached, then began disrobing her.
Melanie was again made to reach out and handle the intruder's genitals, then pushed down to her knees to do the unthinkable. There on her knees, upon the soft carpeting of the bedroom that she shared with her husband, Melanie parted her lips for the very first time to admit a man's cock between them. Instinctively, Melanie went about her task like a pro, licking and gamming the man's thick tube of dark meat. Bobbing her head up and down, feeling the thick fingers in her hair as the man fucked into her face, Melanie learned how to please a man with the mouth.
With her lips and tongue, Melanie learned just how she could reduce a big muscular man to a quivering and moaning mass of humanity. It gave her a wicked sense of accomplishment as the man literally blew his load into her hot sucking mouth, holding on to her hair tightly to keep his knees from buckling. Managing to hold on to the entire hot slimy load, Melanie could feel it sliding slowly down all the way down into her belly and forming a lake there.
Another first for Melanie that day soon took place, spread wide upon her marital bed as the man literally began to eat her alive. 'Oh, God it was so goodddddd ..so unbelievable!' Melanie shivered, clenching her thighs tightly together as she recalled that moment. Melanie recalled how she had begged him to 'eat' her, going crazy with his tongue flicking against her sensitive clit, and the mind-shattering orgasm that soon followed as she fed him her slick juices.
Then Herb Thompson was up between her widespread legs, attempting to push his thick bloated cockhead up into her. 'Oh, God ..it was so biggggggggggg!' Melanie shuddered, recalling the fear and pain of the man's forceful entry into her tight slit. She remembered screaming for him to stop, that he was too big for her, how it felt like being ripped apart by the man. But what had been so painful had become so pleasurable, making her learn what fucking was all about as she climaxed as never before .time and time again.
It seemed as if Herb Thompson had some type of mystical hold on her, an unbreakable hold in which Melanie could not successfully resist nor even utter a mere 'no' to. Though the man had entered her home without permission and caught her totally by surprise, Melanie wondered 'How how could I have just stood there and not put up any resistance at all? Let him undress me .strip me naked then let him do whatever he pleased with me .putting my mouth on him .oh, Godddddddddd and all those other horrible things!'
After that unforgettable day, Melanie found herself totally at Herb Thompson's beck and call, unable to refuse his crude and demeaning demands ..no matter how depraved. First one lie, followed by more and more lies that Melanie conjured up to leave for a few hours at a time, leaving her trusting husband totally clueless that she had gone out to get herself 'fucked'. Each time, though feeling so badly for lying, Melanie could not help but to obey and meet Herb Thompson at the sleaziest motels across town.
Then came that one time Melanie tried to resist meeting Herb Thompson, defying his demand to meet with him, telling him that the custodian was ill and she was the only one available to clean the church that afternoon. Before he could respond, Melanie had quickly hung up the phone, afraid that her willpower would desert her. Though it was true that the custodian was ill that day, the church only needed some dusting and minor cleanup, something that could wait till the next day. On that day, Melanie felt so proud of herself as it was the first time that she had ever managed to say 'no' to the man who had come to possess her body and soul.
However, for Melanie, that building of self-confidence lasted for just over an hour. Dusting of the pews, then moving to the altar, Melanie was oblivious to everything else as her mind kept replaying her first defiance of Herb Thompson. But she did not hear the door being closed quietly and locked behind the man she had earlier defied and scorned in hanging up on him. Suddenly, startled by the movement of a shadow told Melanie that she was not alone in the church. Turning to see who it was, she gasped upon staring up in the face of the leering Herb Thompson.
Dropping the feather duster that was in her hand, Melanie stumbled back a bit, bumping onto the side of the altar. Frozen to the spot, body trembling, Melanie tried to speak out in protest but no sound came from her lips. A moment later, Melanie stared down as the thick black fingers began unbuttoning the front of the white sleeveless blouse that she had worn. Blouse unbuttoned to reveal the lacy protection over her breasts, Melanie gasped loudly as the top of the bra cups were pulled down to reveal her succulent charms.
Closing her eyes in shame, Melanie shuddered as Herb Thompson squeezed and pinched her pink nipples between thumb and forefingers. Melanie sucked in her breath from the pain, then felt her now stiffened nipples being flicked to arousal by the thick thumbs. As the pain had now turned to pleasure, Melanie then gasped as one nipple was captured by the hot wet mouth and suckled upon. 'Oh, Godddddd!' she moaned as the flicking tongue her, followed by the sharp teeth sinking into her sensitive bud. Then the same was done to its identical twin.
Blouse pushed off her shoulders, bra torn apart at the front and then falling to the floor, Melanie was then lifted to sit upon the edge of the alter. Button snapped off and zipper pulled down, the shorts and lacy white panties were pulled out from under her. Melanie shivered from the altar's cold marble top now under her ass. With her tennis shoes peeled off her feet, Melanie now sat stark naked on the altar from where her husband preached from every Sunday.
Legs being lifted and pushed up in the air by the strong hands grasping the back of her ankles, Melanie found herself pushed back onto the altar. Pushing her elbows back to keep from falling, Melanie then grasped the edge of the altar with her hands for support. She shuddered as her legs were spread into a wide 'V', then threw her head back and groaned "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..ohhhhh, Goddddddddddddddddddd Goddddddddd!"
"Oh, God oh, God ..oh, Goddddddd ..ahhhhh ..ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shuddered as Herb Thompson's tongue flicked and lapped at her sensitive slit before it delved in to search for her inflamed clit. "Ohhhhh ..oh oh, God ..I'm cumminggggggggggg I'm cumminggggggggggggggg!" the scream echoed throughout the church as Melanie arched up into the hungry mouth.
Moments later, opening her eyes and looking up at the undressed man who's shoulders the back of ankles now rested upon, Melanie knew that he intended on copulating with her right there upon the altar. With the colorful stained glass behind him, it appeared as if Herb Thompson was the devil himself coming to claim the sacrifice that lay upon the altar. "Oh, no ..not like this .not here! Please .please ..let's go somewhere else anywhere else ..but here!" Melanie pleaded.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Melanie gasped as the now rather familiar rubbery bulb pressed up against her wet slit. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh God ..yessssssssssss yesssssssssssssssss!" she swooned as the thick black shaft once again became a part of her deep within her! Melanie's once tight slit was now accustomed to Herb Thompson's fuck-stick, something that she craved and dreamt about each night in bed.
For Herb Thompson, this had to be the most exciting fuck of his life as nothing could compare to fucking the pastor's beautiful wife right on the altar of the church. Grasping her trim hips to keep her from sliding up onto the altar as he fucked into her, Herb kept the entrance to her cunt right at the edge so he could bone her all the way up into her womb. Having fucked her just the past week, when she was on the rag, Fred got even harder in knowing the possibility existed on him knocking her up right on the altar.
"Ah, baby what'd the preacha man gonna say if he learns how ya wiped down the altar? Gonna put some oil on it ..make it nice and shiny for the Sunday service? Yeah .lemme help ya, sweetie! Lemme help ya put a lotta our slimy fuck juices on it ..help ya get it nice and shiny when ya wipe it down!" Herb laughed as he fucked in and out of the blonde beauty. Stopping for a second, he looked down at the panting beauty, telling her "Ya gonna do it, ain't ya, bitch? Ya gonna use yer panties to wipe it up ..make it all nice and shiny fer yer preacha man, ain't ya?"
"Oh, Godddd yes ..God, yessss ..fuck me fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Melanie panted as she grasped the altar to fuck herself down onto the thrusting black bone. Suddenly she felt Herb Thompson freeze and then gloat "Ain't this the time yer nice and ripe, sweetie? Ain't this the time of the month where yer nice and fertile? Ya want me to seed ya here now .right now?" "God please .please don't stop .don't stop ..I'm so near!" she pleaded.
"Yes .yes .oh, yesssssssssss! Fuck me .fuck me .keep fucking meeeeeeee!" Melanie moaned as Herb Thompson resumed the fucking that she craved. "Oh, Godddddd ..oh, Godddddd I I'm cumminggggggggggggg!" she swooned. Then she felt the cock within her swell even larger, the entire length buried into the hilt, bloated cockhead up in her fertile womb and ready to burst.
"Shoot it .shoot it shoot it in meeeeeeeeee! Knock me up ..right now right here!" Melanie panted. Then she quivered as it burst deep within her, flooding her fertile womb as she yelled out "Ohhhh, so hot so hot its so hot your cum is so hot! Fill me fill me with your hot cum fuck your little black bastard in me!"
Twenty minutes later, Melanie blinked her eyes as she awoke from her fucked out state, looking up at the colorful stained glass. Then she shivered from the coldness of the marble altar on when she lay with calves drooping down over the edge. Turning over onto her side, Melanie then pushed herself up into a sitting position, to slide down from it. Turning to look at the altar, Melanie sucked in her breath as she viewed the large slimy white puddle pooled upon the top of it.
Telling herself 'no' over an over again, Melanie swallowed as she reached down to retrieve her panties to put them back on. About to step into her panties, Melanie looked at the puddle once again, then balled up the garment and used it spread out the slick pool of liquid onto the marble top. Nearly done polishing the altar, but out of polishing fluid, she knew there was only one place where she could get more of it in order to finish the job. Finally done, Melanie took a step back to view the shiny altar, yet horrified at the despicable thing that she had just done.
From this point on, things seemed totally out of control as Melanie found it impossible to rebuff the lusting Herb Thompson, who's demands for her to meet him became more and more frequent. So frequent that many of her normal household chores went undone for several days. Things that she would do, like shopping while the children were at soccer practice, went undone as she instead spent that hour and a half in a sleazy motel room having Herb Thompson's big black shoved down her throat or up in her horny pussy.
Many a time, with Herb Thompson knowing her daily schedule of which she could not find the resolve to withhold from him, it led to some wild and wicked fuck sessions. Like the other day when she was driving to the soccer field to watch the last half-hour of the practice session when the cellphone rang. Herb Thompson had been parked near the field and observed her approaching, calling her to tell her to drive around the large field to meet him at the area bordered by large trees.
Following his instructions, Melanie bypassed the area her children were playing at, made the bend to circle the field and turned into the dirt road where she had been instructed. Then off into a heavily brushed area with just enough room for two cars to park, Melanie looked about and saw nothing as she turned off her engine. Then, seconds later, Herb Thompson pulled up next to her on the passenger side and signaled for her to open the back door.
Moments later, with the backseat folded down, Melanie found herself naked and kneeling on all fours as Herb Thompson shuffled up from behind. She shivered as the large black hands cupped her breasts, fingers flicking at her nipples then pinching them, Melanie then felt the thick bulb nudge up against her dripping slit. Knowing that it would not be good to be late in picking up the children, as everyone would be wondering what happened due to her normal promptness, she panted "Please .please ..we must hurry! Mr. Thompson ..please .fuck me .fuck meeeeee hurry ..hurryyyyyyy!"
Just getting back to the practice field in the nick of time, Melanie got out and waved at the other parents and opened the door for het children. Seeing that the children were all strapped in, Melanie got back into the SUV and proceeded to head for home. As it was a bit cold out, the windows had been kept up, causing her young daughter to ask "Mommy what's that funny smell?" Then her son added "It smells! It wasn't like this when you dropped us off!"
"I'll put the windows down for a little while to get some fresh air in!" Melanie advised. In her rush to get her clothing back on and due to the cold, she had gotten accustomed to the aroma of created by their mating fluids and had forgotten to air the vehicle out on the way to pick up the children. 'Thank God their so young and don't know what that smell is!' she sighed. On the drive, she could help softly say under her breath 'Children ..that smell is your from your Mommy letting a black man put his filthy thing into! Your Mommy let another man do what only your Daddy is supposed to do!'
Herb Thompson got to meet a lot of different type of people in his business selling cars. He knew some big-shots and some real sleaze balls, porn stars, even a writer for a trashy national tabloid. Having recently sold that writer a new car and chatting about the man's business, Herb learned that the tabloid paid really big bucks for stories of major scandals that made its front page. Sitting there, always looking for a big windfall, he wondered and then smiled at the thoughts running through his depraved mind.
Picking up the phone, he dialed the guy's number and exclaimed "Hey, Ritchie, this is Herb Thompson the guy who sold ya yer car!" "Yeah, that's me! Hey, ya mentioned yer magazine paid big bucks fer the inside on a major scandal?" he inquired. "What if I put ya onto a hot story? The inside low-down on a pretty babe married to a preacher in a nice suburban town ..only no one knows she's a hot little prostitute on the side!" he advised. "A hundred grand! No shit! Okay, ya git it confirmed with yer boss and lemme know! I'll set it up and ya can set up and film it all ..jest keep my face out of it!" he laughed.
It was just before Christmas when everything went to hell for Melanie, her husband and family, along with entire congregation and community itself. One moment she was well-known and respected in her suburban community. Now Melanie found herself splashed across the front page of a trashy tabloid, her picture in the center of it with the headlines surrounding her photo to read 'Pastor's Wife - Prostitute for Others!' And the steamy pictures on the inside basically didn't leave much for the imagination.
In it was a picture of her being handed a bundle of money by Herb Thompson, who's face was not distinguishable, with an excerpt that read 'Here you go doll, the thousand bucks I promised you! Now with hubby away for the ministers' conference, you and I can spend all night together! First I want you to get down on your knees and give me some head!' Sobbing, head in her hand, Melanie thought back to recall it all taking place but the money aspect was totally misconstrued and taken out of context.
Blinking back the tears to look at the story once again, it certainly looked like she was being paid $1,000 to spend the night with Herb Thompson. She remembered Herb Thompson calling her the day before, telling her to meet him at the Evergreen Motel so they could spend the night together as her husband would be out of town for the conference. Also that the company had given him a thousand dollars for the needs of the Sunday school. 'God ..it was a set-up! A company wouldn't give a cash donation like that, they'd write a check for tax purposes!' she realized.
Looking at the photo showing her on her knees, with the back of her head in the middle of the picture and Herb Thompson's trousers captured in the picture, although the photo being grainy it was quite clear as to what was taking place. The next photo showed her getting out of her dress, followed by one with her in bed with arms and legs around Herb Thompson's muscular black body. Of course, the two page article went on to give all the nitty gritty details of her, her husband, the fact that she had two children, along with the name of the church and the location of Highland Community where this sordid mess took place.
Husband packed up and gone with the children after requesting and getting
immediately reassigned by the church, Melanie put her belongings into a
self-storage locker till she could find a place to settle in. Too
ashamed to contact her parents, shunned by the entire community, she settled
in at one of the sleazy motels that she had often frequented when making
her rendezvous with Herb Thompson. It was all she could afford, not
knowing how long her limited funds would hold out.
End of Story (to be continued).