Chapter 6: Losing Control of the Situation

“Well Kelly, as I said there were a few things I needed to discuss with you. Frankly your admission about sex at school doesn’t surprise me at all. From our conversation the other night plus a number of little things I’ve heard about you since I came here, I assumed you weren’t exactly a virgin. Honestly, the church may not agree with my position on this but really I don’t care if you are or not.”

Pastor Ken paused for a moment and stared at me as if trying to gauge how I was responding. I did my best to stonewall so he continued, “What I AM concerned about is your conduct here at church. You must know that the young girls here all look up to you and I’m sure you know a lot of the boys do too - except they’re trying to look up to you in a different way - like up the skirts such as the one you’re wearing tonight. Tell me, do you think it’s right for someone like you to have such an influence on them?”

Wow, that speech certainly caught me off guard! I quickly debated a response and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“Well, I’ve seen you looking at the girls enough yourself!”

For just a moment he looked a bit startled but he quickly recovered his composure saying, “Well, I guess we seem to have some common interests. The question is, can we both separate our fantasy world from reality? I am not going to BS you and tell you I don’t find some of them attractive, but I would also hope you know that nothing would ever happen, no matter what the circumstances. What about you though? Can you say the same if the opportunity should ever arise?”

“Well ... I guess that would depend on what other outlets I had,” I answered coyly back to him.

My initial shock had passed and I was trying to take back the initiative. I switched legs but without straightening out my skirt causing it to end up higher than before to the point my panties were starting to be revealed. If there was ever an opening for him, this was it. Thankfully he took it - or so I thought.

Pastor Ken got out of his chair and took a seat in the one next to me. With his hands folded between his knees, he look down thoughtfully at my legs and ass, not even trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at them.

“You know Kelly, this is EXACTLY what I was referring to. What do you think it tells the boys when you sit with your skirt up like that? I’ve seen you tease them like this a number of times. I take it you’re accustomed to getting your way by using your sexuality, am I right?”

I clasped my hands over my knee and intertwined my fingers, using my weight then to rock slightly in the chair.

“I don’t really care what the little boys think,” I said as I licked my lips seductively, “I only care what the big boys do.”

He twisted in the chair until he was facing me. He unfolded his hands and put one on my hands on top of my knee saying, “Don’t think you’re playing me Kelly. I know for a fact you know EXACTLY what the big boys think when you do this. It’s been a while, though, since I’ve had to deal with one of your kind.”

I looked at him with a questioning gaze, “My ‘kind’?” I asked.

“Oh come off it Kelly, you know what I mean. We’re both adults so let’s stop playing around,” he said in a suddenly forceful tone, one that I had never heard from him before.

Then I saw it - The Look. The difference was in this case he went beyond just leering at me. His hand started down my legs and dipped under my skirt until he was groping me with his fingers at the start of my crotch.

“You’re a predator, a lioness among the lambs, consuming whatever game you put your eyes on, accustomed to the whole world bowing at your feet doing your bidding. Oh yes Kelly, I know you. You may be a slut but you’re a complicated one. You flirt and tease, leaving most men helplessly grasping for you long after you have whisked out of their reach. You came here tonight like a vampire on a blood hunt, to draw me into your web of lust and sex like a black window, expecting to leave your prey stunned and helpless.”

This was getting weird. I had never heard anyone describe me in these terms and yet I could relate to what he was saying. His voice was firm and deep, like a sorcerer chanting a spell and indeed he was casting a hex over me as his hand worked its way between my legs. Without thinking about it I uncrossed them and unconsciously spread my thighs apart just enough to let his fingers move in from the top of my panties down until they were playing with my pussy.

“I noticed your scent as soon as I walked in here, as I’m sure you wanted me to. You were preparing yourself to seduce another helpless victim, to take him like a well-planned hunt with me as your trophy. Well, let me tell you something Miss Wells, there WILL be a trophy mounted tonight but it won’t be my head. You see, I’m the one in charge now and you’ll do exactly as I say. Do you understand me slut?”

I felt contrasting emotions, both fear and yet overwhelming lust. He was like he wanted me to be his slave. It wasn’t that I would be submitting myself to him, but rather that he would be taking me. My head throbbed and I felt like I was in a daze as I obediently nodded in agreement. Even so, it wasn’t enough for him to take control, he wanted a conquest.

Suddenly, without warning, he clutched my panties and literally ripped them apart, tugging them off of me in shreds. Then, cupping my pussy in his hand, he literally lifted me off the chair as he pulled upwards on my crotch. I wanted to cry out but at the same time I felt an incredible surge from my pussy as it responded to the pressure.

“I asked you a question slut,” he hissed, “I expect an answer, not some weak nodding of your head. So let’s try this again. Do you understand me slut?”

“Yes,” I said meekly. Did I just say that? What was going on here? It was like someone else had taken control of my body and mind and I was looking in like a bystander as this stranger responded to him.

“Yes what?” he barked at me, his fingers sliding into my pussy.

“Yes Pastor Ken,” I cried out as he roughly shoved two fingers deep inside of me, “yes I understand you.”

I let myself slide down on the chair such that my pussy was at the edge where he could see and reach me better. He rammed a third finger in me which was still dry and so it hurt me slightly as it forced its way into me the first time. I cried out involuntarily from the sharp pain but it quickly receded as his fingers stimulated my pussy. My mind raced as I tried to understand what had suddenly come over me!

“That’s for moving without my permission bitch,” he said sternly. “From now on you don’t do anything except what I tell you to do. Understand?”

“Yes Pastor Ken!”

Well, he couldn’t say I wasn’t learning fast! Normally I prefer a guy to be in control, or at least THINK he is control so submission in this manner was not one of my strong suits. My mind was still racing when he pulled one of his wet fingers from me and started to trace circles around my asshole. Then suddenly he slipped it into my ass! It hurt at first but then he started stroking all his fingers in and out of me, one in my ass and the other two still in my pussy. I could feel them rubbing each other through my flesh inside of me and it felt, well it felt different is all I can say. On the one hand it physically felt great but the thought of his finger in my ass where I had recently crapped just wasn’t a thought I wanted to have.

I guess that’s why I’ve never been into anal sex; I just have this cleanliness thing that says anything in your asshole can’t be too clean after it comes out. Well, Pastor Ken obviously didn’t care how I felt about it. He wanted to do it and so he did it whether I liked it or not. At this moment I was afraid to tell him to stop!

Just as quickly as he started he slipped his fingers from me and stood up. Moving my legs apart he stood between them and unzipped his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his cock which surprisingly, was still flaccid - not quite what I expected after playing with me the way he had. Most men by now would be erect as the Washington Monument but not Pastor Ken; he obviously needed more encouragement.

“Suck my dick you fucking slut,” he commanded me. “C’mon dammit, hurry up. I don’t have all night you know.”