The evangelical college I attended didn’t participate in Greek life, but the nearby public university did, and the sorority girls there stoked my lust. Perky and scantily clad, their uninhibited sexuality fascinated me.
I thought of them when I saw on social media that “Jenna” was visiting the region. Blonde and tan with curves in the right places, she resembled the ideal sorority girl I so badly wanted to fuck. I clicked on her website and filled out her booking form. Shortly after sending my contact information, I was confirmed for an appointment. The morning of our appointment, after she texted me the address of her incall, I made the drive to see her.
We met in the lobby of her high-end suburban hotel. She was discreetly dressed in a jacket and a long skirt. We entered the room and exchanged a hug. I excused myself and entered the bathroom, where I left my donation in a plain envelope next to the sink. When I came out, the jacket and skirt were discarded, and she was clad in only matching blue bra, panties, and garter belt with black stockings. She moved toward me and gave me another hug and a deep kiss. As her hand slipped down my stomach, she suggested a lap dance. (She said she used to be a dancer at an upscale Manhattan strip club.) She put on some sultry music as I settled into a chair. Her body started to gyrate. Her bra came off. Then she lowered herself onto my lap and started to grind into my crotch. Her 34 DD cup breasts were in my face; I buried my face in them, licking her large areolas and gently nibbling on her nipples. She moaned. She undid my pants, reached into my shorts, and began stroking my engorged cock. My boxer briefs came down. She lowered herself onto her knees, wrapped her breasts around my cock, and started titty fucking me. She then grabbed a condom, put it on me, then started to go down on me as she maintained eye contact. It was wet and sloppy; I felt her saliva trickle down my balls.
“Let’s do it,” she said.
She climbed on top of me, slid me inside her, arched her back, and started rotating her hips. Watching her tits bounce was quite a sight. After riding me for several minutes, we switched positions. On her back, she wrapped her legs around me as I surged in and out of her. Then she bent over the bed, and I entered her from behind. Clutching her waist, digging my fingers into the flesh of her hips, I pounded her, my pelvis slamming against her backside. My groan signaled my release. I was entirely drained.
She retrieved a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. Gently running her nails over my skin and massaging me with her hands, she talked for a little while about her schooling in her Southern accent. As the end of our appointment neared, I excused myself to get dressed. We said goodbye, and I exited her room, preparing for the long drive home.
Lutheran Guilt 