From Church Wife to Black Cock Slut Book One
Copyright© 2026 by Peyton Allen
Chapter 5: Thursday Morning, Oak Grove
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Thursday Morning, Oak Grove - Jasmine and Cory are the perfect couple at Oak Grove Baptist, living a quiet suburban life free of gossip. But when a towering new neighbor moves into the cul-de-sac, a simple Monday morning request shatters her vows. Over seven intense days, Jasmine descends into a world of absolute submission and addictive pleasure. Passing from one dominant partner to the next, her guilt gives way to total transformation, culminating where she least expects it.
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The knock came just after eight. Jasmine was still in the soft sleep shirt and shorts, barefoot, hair loose. After yesterday—Derrick, then Jerry’s ownership talk, the hours of being filled—she wasn’t sure who would be on the other side of the door. The guilt had faded enough that the uncertainty felt more like anticipation than fear. She opened it and stopped cold.
Pastor Miles Cole stood on the porch. The associate pastor from Oak Grove Baptist. Single. About 6’3”, solid 230 pounds, the same man who had stood at the front of the church on Sunday while she sat in the pew with Cory. Surprise hit her hard enough that her voice came out thin.
“Pastor Miles ... what are you doing here?”
He smiled, calm and easy. “Morning, Jasmine. Mind if I come in?”
She stepped back without thinking. “Of course.”
They went to the kitchen. She poured him a cup of coffee and set it on the table, then sat across from him, suddenly aware of the sleep shirt stretched across her fuller breasts and the way the shorts sat on her slender hips. “I’m sorry I’m still in my night clothes,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
Miles’s eyes moved over her. Her nipples had already tightened, long and hard, clearly outlined against the thin fabric. She noticed his gaze and felt heat climb her neck. Then she saw the front of his jeans. The thick outline of his cock was rising, heavy and unmistakable, a solid 10 inches pressing against the denim. Her thighs pressed together under the table.
She asked again, quieter, “Why are you here?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead he reached across the table and took her hand. “Let’s pray first.”
They bowed their heads. His voice was steady, the same tone he used on Sunday mornings. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the words, but the outline of his cock and the ache already building between her legs made it hard. When he finished he kept hold of her hand for a moment longer, then said, “I’m good friends with your neighbor Jerry.”
The smile came before she could stop it. She knew then exactly why he was there. The last thin thread of Sunday guilt tried to rise and didn’t hold.
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