Easter Monday. A respite after a Holy Week crammed with liturgies, practices, and social events. Despite my spiritual struggles, I faithfully served my parish. On Maundy Thursday, the congregation had communally confessed, “We have sinned in thought, word, and deed.” On Sunday, in lieu of Sunday School, we gathered for Easter Breakfast. I struggled to keep my eyes from darting toward the slender blonde MILF in her white dress and envisioning how talented she must be in bed.
I had sinned in thought. Now I would sin in deed.
The prostitute represents the unconscious which enables us to put aside our responsibilities.
Charles Baudelaire
I went online searching for possible encounters. I had seem “Jane’s” ads before. She’s a mature woman who occasionally visits from the Pacific Northwest. On short notice, she would do. I called her directly and was answered by a soft-spoken lady. She was hosting at a motel across the river. We quickly set something up. I hurriedly prepared for our encounter, retrieved the needed “donation,” and battled the rush hour traffic as I made my way across the bridge.
When I finally arrived, she opened the door wearing a long black dress and gave me a hug and a light kiss. Jane had been a teacher for many years; now she was ostensibly devoted to another form of education. An awkward conversation soon gave way to our tongues in each other’s mouths. After I discreetly placed the donation down on the desk she immediately she pressed her huge ass against my cock. She invited me to get comfortable and started undressing me while I stripped off her bra and panties. She played with my erect cock as we embraced. She proceeded with a CBJ.
But I needed a view of that ass.
Jane had quite simply the largest derriere I’ve encountered among the many escorts I’ve visited. I bent her over the bed to marvel at it. All the responsibilities I have at church and in the classroom were set aside. I applied the condom myself before moving behind that bodacious butt and mounting her. I grabbed onto those massive cheeks and just started pumping. The room resounded with the sounds of my pelvis smacking against her ample flesh and her moans.
Take it, I grunted as I started to perspire. Take it. My body strained to penetrate her ever more deeply. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer. My fingers dug deep into her ass cheeks as I groaned my pleasure.
We parted with a peck on the lips.
Lutheran Guilt 