Gradual Explicit Seduction: Ruining Local Pastor Henry

Henry, pastor of this tiny church, finishes his sermon on the pulpit, and the congregation speaks together in an “amen”.

His eyes find mine, and narrow for a brief moment in suspicion. I keep my eyes down, opening the hymnal to the final song before the morning service ends. No one would suspect that I’m actually here to continue my gradual explicit seduction of Henry. Well, no one but Henry.

It’s a protestant church, and small at that. When I say small, there are about 30 congregation members here for service. A few families, mostly elderly people, Henry, and myself. Henry is one of those pastors who has to have a job for income, which is where I found him originally: a pharmacist, with rather big and strong hands. The kind that are easy to imagine wrapped around me or inside me.

Either way, I wait as he ends the service and heads to the door in the entrance. As I make my way up to the altar, I hear him saying goodbye, wishing people well. But I’m not leaving. Instead, I’m intensifying my gradual explicit seduction of Henry.

I open the Bible to the passages I’d asked him about weeks ago, in The Song of Songs. The passages are 4:16, about what amounts to oral sex. Henry’s face had turned red as he tried to explain at first. However, he soon realized I was toying with him. I haven’t stopped trying to entice him.

And he grows a little more willing each time to engage in my gradual explicit seduction.

As I hear the last congregation member leave, I hike my skirt up and sit on the altar. I spread my legs open, revealing my lack of panties. I pull the bible into my hand, starting my quote.

“Let my beloved come to his garden, And eat its pleasant fruits.”

I hear his footsteps as he locks the front door to the church, his steps heavy. There’s a ragged sigh as he makes his way back to the sanctuary. It might be worse for him that there’s a personal connection between us; I know him from his job, and he knows me back. So he knows that I’m 100% here for my gradual explicit seduction, rather than actually listen to his sermons.

I reach for the cross left on the altar, and I place it against my lips. As if I haven’t noticed him, I continue reading aloud about how the lovers pleasure each other in the Bible.

There’s a shudder from him as my red lips kiss the cross. From my position, I imagine what he sees. A woman in a sundress with the skirt hiked up, sitting on the altar with her legs spread apart and showing off her glistening pussy. She reads from the most explicit parts of the Bible, her lips against the cross.

Then, I lift my gaze. Henry stands at the entrance of the sanctuary as if afraid to enter.

But that’s alright. My gradual explicit seduction is still underway, and he’s caught. Henry’s face is flushed but resigned, his pupils so wide I can barely tell his eyes are blue. His hand is on the front of his pants as he breathes heavily, unable to stop himself from watching me.

He should stop me. I should stop. This is holy ground, after all.

And yet, neither of us wants to stop.

Instead, I treat this like a vampire breeding roleplay, or any kind of roleplay. With my eyes on his, I smile against the cross, and slowly move the holy object from my lips to my pussy, letting it slide inside me.

Henry groans at the escalation of my weeks-long gradual explicit seduction. He moves himself against the door, slumping backward, as if he barely has the strength to stand. In fact, I hope that’s the case. Within moments, he shoves his pants down low enough to free his cock, red and flushed. Giving into my gradual explicit seduction, he fists his cock and begins to jerk himself off.

I keep encouraging him to fuck me via Biblical quotes, but it doesn’t seem to take. So l take matters into my own hands. I lean back and push the cross inside my wet pussy, exactly where I want him to fuck me. As it penetrates me, I moan, letting my voice echo in a lewd mockery of his sermon from earlier.

Henry gasps, jerking faster. In response, I match his speed, as if he were the one fucking me. I gasp as my pussy clenches around the cross. There’s no fakery; his eyes and the taboo of the object are sending me over the edge much more quickly than I anticipated.

And Henry and I come together, our groans loud and reverberating in the sanctuary, as if we haven’t just desecrated the place with our profane actions.

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