The first cool, crisp day of autumn. With the start of fall I’ve returned to the classroom to teach a class at a nearby seminary. Pumpkin spice season also brings with it an increased number of ministerial activities at the parish. (I almost singlehandedly oversaw Sunday’s Ministry Fair.) Despite my many obligations, I had arranged a tryst with “Jennifer,” a curvaceous platinum blonde visiting from the Bay Area. I made the considerable drive to her suburban hotel anticipating an erotic diversion.
When the door opened to her hotel room, I was not disappointed. A Marilyn-esque figure greeted me in a black robe with bedroom eyes. In a soft voice, she invited me in. After our initial greetings, I excused myself to the bathroom to freshen up and place the donation on the counter. When I reemerged, she invited me to sit across from her in a chair. Her robe was loosely tied; I distinctly noticed her breasts bulging over her lacy black bra.
She immediately asked me about my studies and work in ministry. She then volunteered that she participates in Bible study and is active in her church. She wasn’t the first escort I’ve encountered who professed a religious commitment. During one early encounter, the lady invited me to a revival. On Katherine’s nightstand a bottle of Holy Water sat next to a bottle of Astroglide. My last visit with Audrey included a brief discussion on biblical hermeneutics. I once glanced into the purse of another companion and saw a Bible along with a picture of the Sacred Heart.
As she sat seductively across from me, Jennifer spoke admiringly of my work in the church. She discussed her prayer life, and while her theology didn’t appear to go any deeper than a Joel Osteen sermon, her faith seemed sincere. Yet as we talked, my eyes kept returning to her breasts – her D cups runneth over. My erection grew even firmer. Then she became very flirtatious.
“What do you want to do, my darling?”
I placed my hand on her upper thigh, feeling the silky fabric of her robe. She took my hand, rose from her chair, and led me to the bed. She untied her robe, allowing it to drop to the carpet. Then she released her big breasts from her bra. Lust had already taken over me. I started to disrobe in turn. She slipped her panties off. I pulled down my boxer briefs. She caressed my balls, then then ran her fingers across that sensitive area just beneath my scrotum. She positioned herself on her knees. Her warm, wet mouth was sucking my cock. I gently held her head, her blond hair wrapped between my fingers. Her pretty and attentive face peered up at me, her red lips smeared with spit and precum.
She got up, and we moved onto the bed. She applied a condom. She lay on her back and eased her legs apart. With a slight moan, I slipped myself inside her. As I moved slowly at first, she raised her hips and wrapped her legs around me. I felt her nails dig into my shoulders. The bed rocked and creaked beneath us. I could feel her pussy tighten around my shaft as I pumped faster and harder. The more she cried out the more I wanted to drive my cock deep inside her. I groaned as my body shuddered, and I felt myself spurt into the condom.
She got up and retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom to clean me up. We conversed for a few minutes, mostly about topics that came up in her Bible study. We then abruptly transitioned to kissing and caressing one another. My erection swiftly returned. She moved on top of me, positioning her breasts in my face. I sucked on her nipples, moving from her right nipple to her left and back again. It was time for another condom. She straddled me, guiding my cock into her. My hands squeezed her waist as she vigorously rode me, her tits bouncing up and down. But I wanted more. I had her position herself on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. As I marveled at her curvy bottom, my thoughts were decidedly unholy. I moved behind her, grabbed her hips, penetrated her, and started to slowly and steadily pump into her. The slapping sound of our bodies smacking against each other mingled with our animalistic grunts. With increasingly faster thrusts I fucked her; a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face. My cock started to twitch. My body shuddered as I grunted my orgasm.
We disengaged, and I lay on the bed, spent from my exertions. We resumed our conversation until we noticed that our allotted time was nearing its end. She allowed me to take a shower to wash off the evidence of our engagement. I briskly dressed afterward. She planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. Then I departed for the long drive home.
Lutheran Guilt 