0 comments/ 6675 views/ 2 favorites Preachers, Pulpit, Parishioners and... Ch. 02 By: kestoncarmichael -IAN I saw her as soon as they walked in. Her face wasn't familiar although I knew her husband. Was Samson her husband? I had never paid attention to Samson's ring finger before and I couldn't see it from here. Even trying to get a closer look during altar call didn't help. She wasn't what I called "fine" but extremely sexy. The way she walked around the offering table...ummm. She wasn't wearing anything revealing but cut to fit her body. A simple navy dress that skimmed slightly over her hips and stopping mid-calf was so enticing. Her style of dressing baring the same resemblance of that of Robin Givens in the movie "A Rage in Harlem." Looking so much like a lady but sexy and classic at the same time. No wonder Forest Whitaker was sucking her toes like a tootsie pop. The only differences were the curves this woman possessed. She appeared to be 5'2 despite the provocative heels that heightened her a few inches. I hoped no one noticed the slight bulge I felt pressing against my pants. Good thing I wore my "preachers robe" over my normal attire. It was a little warmer than usual but I truly was grateful for it now. I know that most preachers have reputations of being "partial" to the ladies, but not me. Living in California for 30 years had a way of opening your eyes to what God was trying to tell you. I had my fair share of the streets of chasing and being chased by women and enemies alike. After getting shot three times during an "altercation" I knew it was time to stop doing things my way and do things the Lords way. No I'm not a saint. In fact im FAR from perfect. I still fantasize about women and even now as I sit her with my eyes glued to this mesmerizing woman sitting a few yards away I felt some sort of guilt. Here I was thinking obscene thoughts about a woman I never met. Possibly a married woman at that. Since taking this pastoral position here at St. Peter Baptist, all of the deaconesses were trying to play matchmaker between me and any single friend or relative they had. This Louisiana church was located in a hometown community where if you forgot your own business all you had to do was ask your neighbor or anyone around town for that matter. For this reason I was careful with the things I did, places I frequented and taking careful notice of the words that parted my lips. I didn't want any unessaceary gossip from onlookers. "Would any visitors like to stand and have a word?" said Tonya after reading through the numerous announcements. Why do we have to endure sitting through countless announcements that are forgotten before church is even over with when they could be printed on the program? This would save time and allow for the members to save them for future reference. Oh well I guess this was just another tradition that would continue for now. After all what's another 5 or 10 minutes added to the already lengthy service? Looking out over the crowd after Tonya's invitation to the visitors, made me thankful of this tradition in most black churches. Maybe now the young lady sitting beside Samson would make herself known. "Well if there are no visitors that would like to stand and have a word, the doors of St. Peter B.C. are always open. Thank you for worshipping with us and please come again to the church Where Everybody is Somebody, under the leadership of Pastor Ian-Alexander Bronson" Tonya looked back at me after completing the church motto making sure that I was watching her as she swayed her hips while she took her seat. Only a few hours ago she had stopped by my home to deliver my ironed robe for today's service. When I told her thanks and asked how much I owed her she dropped to her knees in prayer, or so I thought. 10 minutes later she was kneeling in front of me speaking in tongues to my dick. I wasn't proud of this but it sure relieved some pressure. Spraying cum over her face all I could think about were the women that I prostituted in my past life. You would never know that these women were prostitutes. By looking at them, they were immaculate. Finest clothes, jewelry, and cars. These women would turn tricks just for a chance to live a lavish lifestyle often times marrying the rich guys that loved having a 'showpiece' on his arm. Yeah they thought they were high dollar but to me that was just another name for expensive whores that I profited from. Looking at Tonya sit beside her husband in her Sundays best made her even less desirable than before. Whores like her were the reason I would never cum in their mouth. Before removing my dick from her mouth earlier she was begging me to let her swallow my nut. This was a no no. I wouldn't give her the pleasure of tasting my soul. Tonya was the kind of woman that thought because she was fine and could suck a good dick they could have any man they wanted to. She was sneaky and had her husband under her spell, but not me. She was going to learn and if she continued to pursue me, I was going to have to teach her. But for now I was wondering why the lady in blue hadn't stood to have a word. All I wanted to do was know here name. Just to put a voice to that face. I could wait until after church but what if she left immediately? I knew there was a chance that sister Edwards would corner me as soon as the amen's were said and I didn't want to take that chance. "Amen. Let the church say Amen." I begin to speak. It was now time for the Pastors observations. Trying not to be so obvious about wanting to know more about the new visitor who captured my attention, I begin to speak of the churches renovations and the upcoming youth bake sale. After thoroughly giving information about the upcoming events it was time to get to the reason I was hiding the bulge in my pants. I acknowledged Samson out of courtesy and I could see her looking at me with anticipation. I studied her Mahogany skin carefully. Flawless. Perfectly applied makeup. Lips painted red as if the color was extracted from a strawberry by angels just for her. "Your are so beautiful." I heard my voice echo over the microphone. Briefly asking her a few questions and hearing her response I took my seat. Did I just say that aloud? "What is wrong with you!" my mind was screaming at me. I couldn't believe that I just said that standing in the pulpit. I was always in control of things. I had seen many beautiful women throughout my lifetime so why did this feel new? I didn't regret the things that I said I just know that by this comment alone members of my congregation would raise suspicion as to why I was showing interest in her. As I listened to the choir sing its final hymn I saw Tonya staring me down with anger as if she was cutting through me like a hot knife through butter. I was going to have to be extremely careful of my words and actions even more now. I looked towards the heavens and uttered a simple prayer. "Lord help me, and please shield me from the devils and demons of this world. Amen." 　 　 　 II. TONYA 　 I know like hell he didn't think that I was going to sit on that uncomfortable church pew and listen as he swooned over another bitch, I was milking his dick with my mouth moments before he put on his 'Mercy robe'. He wasn't fooling me acting like he wasn't like any of the other preachers. I could see the way he looked at my ass and breasts when I walked by. When he first came here I had to have him. He was so different than my husband and when I saw the enormous size of his penis, it confirmed how different. Ian exuded so much confidence when he walked and talked. I even heard my husband and the other deacons speak of him in high regard. All of the women of the church wanted him and if they were married and couldn't have him they would try to make him interested in their daughters, cousins, sisters or friends. He never seemed interested. That's why I had to pick the perfect time to catch him and it worked just how I planned it to two weeks ago. He didn't seem uninterested then and I had the cum that dripped from my chin onto my dress to prove it. Monica Lewinsky didn't have shit on me. I realized at an early age that no man could resist me with the swish of my tongue and the wiggle in my hips. That's why I after working my magic on him that wonderful Sunday morning, I wondered why he seemed intrigued by Samson's bitch for a girlfriend Blake. I didn't like her in school. Always somewhere with her nose in a book or getting some award. If you asked me she wasn't all that and I personally thought she didn't deserve my cousin. He was a kind man that did anything to make her happy. Buying her presents and everything for no reason at all. Then she had the nerve to show up at church knowing that the majority of my family felt the same as me. When she and Samson came by for the family gathering my husband, being the gentleman that his weak ass always is, begin pulling out chairs and waiting on her hand and foot. I understood she was a guest but she wasn't royalty. That compliment that Pastor Bronson gave her must have gone to her head. You should have seen her when I brought him up in conversation. She was hanging on every word. I could see the surprise on her face when I called him 'Ian'. That's right bitch I know him like that I thought and I plan on knowing him a lot better. 　 　 -BLAKE Samson was working more and more at St. Peter since he came back from his Charlotte trip. Sometimes he stayed so late that I would have to leave his dinner in the microwave for him. The church must have needed serious help if Samson's expertise was called for. He was the best CPA around. That was part of our reason for moving back to our hometown after living out of state for so long. Samson wanted to start his own accounting firm and thought this was the perfect market to do so. Of course I didn't make any objections when he asked me to quit my job at the hospital and move back with him. If this was my mans dream then I was going to support him. After all that is what a good woman does, right? I was tired of the hustle and bustle of the city anyway. When I graduated high school the first thing I did was buy a ticket out of here. It wasn't because I hated the town but I knew in order to make something of myself I had to go. Growing up in a two bedroom home resembling that of old slave quarters made me want more for my family. I studied hard and put myself through school with the help of scholarships and grants. Becoming an Internal Medicine doctor was hard work and even harder if you were a double minority, an African American woman. Not only was moving back a good opportunity for Samson but this was the ideal community to open a family clinic. Many people that lived within a 20 mile radius of here had never been to a doctor unless it was when they were born. Most of the residents didn't possess the finances to see a physician on a regular basis and those who were fortunate enough to have the money, underestimated the necessity of getting annual exams. I had always cared for people and saw the need for medical service in this area. Even though conventional medicine and diagnosis was what I practiced but most of the people here only knew about 'home remedies'. These remedies came in handy when you were ailing and either couldn't get to the next town to the pharmacy or just didn't have the money to make purchases. Samson's theory was that it wasn't anyone's fault for people being poor or lacking. I tried to remind him that everyone wasn't raised with a silver spoon in their mouth like him. When the conversation would come up about me working in the next town over, Ouachita (wash-e-taw) parish, he quickly silenced it. Not tonight. "We've been back for almost 2 months now. Don't you think it would be best for me to start bringing in some additional income for us baby?" I said trying to butter him up and prevent an argument. "You know that I appreciate the things you do around the house. Plus if you're going to be 'doctoring' anyone it's going to be your husband." he told me eating a spoonful of warm peach cobbler and ice cream. "Husband? You haven't even proposed. Plus it's only so much cooking and cleaning to be done here. I didn't spend all of those years struggling to make ends meet in med school to be your personal physician." I told him matter-of-factly as I strolled to the sink. He was beginning to piss me off. "As long as I can remember ive had a dream to help those that needed it. You knew medicine was my first love when you met me. When you asked me to not let anyone know that I was a doctor before coming here I agreed. Are you ashamed of what I do? Most men would jump up and down for an opportunity to be with me, if only to get free medical benefits. But you're so intimidated by me and my profession that you hide it from your family and your parents because you want to be seen as the 'breadwinner'. I'm 32. I finished at the top of my class and worked with some of the best in my field. Now you just want me to forget about who I am? I'm sorry Samson but I can't do that." "I'm sorry I didn't catch that." he said tilting his head to the side but never looking at me. "You heard me." I was going to stand my ground. "With the amount of money I generate, you can be my personal CPA." I said winking at him. I loved Samson but he could be so stubborn at times. Turning to rinse the last of the remaining dishes I didn't hear him approach me. "Ummm...that feels good." The way he was massaging my neck was amazing. There had been so much tension in my body lately. "This is one of my favorite spots. Have I ever told you that Blake? So delicate, so sensitive the neck is. " I could feel the pressure from his fingers increase and the pleasure was becoming painful as he gripped my neck. The look that I saw reflected in the kitchen window was one that I had seen before. Samson was angry. I never thought of myself as a weak woman. The type to be 'insecure' enough to let a man strike them but I realize that it wasn't insecurity that always made a woman stay. It was often times the hope that you could love someone enough to make them happy. So happy that their love for you would outweigh the urge to abuse you. This cure for abuse hadn't worked for me because I felt myself become dizzy as his grip became tighter. There was noting in the sudsy water to aid in my defense. Nothing. I was losing consciousness quickly. Felling myself falling to the floor I heard him begin to unbuckle his belt. Everything went black. What had I done to awaken to being kicked and beaten with a leather belt? How long had I been unconscious? I rolled in a ball to protect myself from the painful blows he was administering. Since there was no chance of my almost limp body escaping, I knew it was critical to protect my vital organs. My physical strength was nothing compared to his. I knew from treating patients before that in a situation like this it would be better to protect yourself and wait for the assailant to leave or tire out before you moved, to avoid exposing yourself to the harmful fists or claws be it human or animal. When he moved closer to me my hands went up defensively to protect my head and face. "Yeah cover your beautiful face. I wouldn't want to fuck that up. If I have to look at you at least you can do is look presentable." 　 My body ached laying here on the cold wooden floor. Only after hearing the bathroom door shut and the shower run did I try to move. My body wouldn't cooperate. It had betrayed me just like Samson. I lay there thinking of all the nights my siblings and I slept in a cold home having to load the wood heater every couple of hours. The days and nights I had to warm water on the heater just to bathe. Those were hard times. Laying here I wished for those times. A time when I felt secure and safe. My eyes closed and as I felt myself fading once more I began to pray the prayer my mouth muttered without hesitation... "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen 　 　 　 III. BLAKE Waking up to the sun shining through the window and birds chirping reminded me that God was still watching over me. I couldn't believe I had slept here all night. Samson must have covered me up before he left the note that I saw beside me. When I begin to move all I could feel was the skin weeps that had been left by the leather belt hours ago. A hot bath filled with Epsom salt would truly be needed today. Boy did this feel good to my aching body. Letting the steam filled bathroom engulf me I reveled in the hot water... I must have fallen asleep again because when I woke up I could feel the water getting cold and my skin had started to wrinkle. I finished bathing and towel dried my bruised body. The purple and blue marks shown slightly through my dark skin. Looking into the mirror, I reached for my Ed Hardy lotion and begin to rub the shimmery cream into my skin. Its true I thought upon reading the container, 'Love, Kills, Slowly'. Who was this woman staring back at me? Where was the woman that I had carefully sculpted through years of education and acts of humanity? Life definitely has a way of being a bully sometimes. Sometimes I have a problem with hiding my feelings even from myself. I had never spoke these words because they could often times be misinterpreted. But when Samson came into my life I was tired, emotionally and physically. Since I had moved away to attend school in Charlotte, it was always a struggle. Here I was in a humongous city with no one but myself and God. And after putting myself through years of schooling and maintaining two jobs, I was tired. Any extra money that I had was spent on necessities and my family who had moved further south of Richwood to take care of my grandparents. They never asked for anything and always gave me encouragement. I never knew how ruthless people of the world could be until I experienced it for myself. When I wasn't at work or school, I was on my way to work or school because I had to spend so many hours of my day on city transportation. Looking back I think of how determined I was. 'By any means necessary' was my slogan and when I met Samson I applied it. Samson recognized me almost immediately when I saw him. Out of all the places in the world we both could have been, we were here at the same airport. It had to be fate we thought. After all these years away and never speaking to each other when we crossed paths in our hometown, here we were. Samson and I came from different sides of the track and couldn't have been raised more differently. He was tall and cute with great credentials and he had a car. I went from food rations and walking to exclusive restaurants and wheels. And since we were from the same hometown, I finally felt I had a friend. Don't get me wrong these things were great to have but what ultimately made me stay with him was the man that I saw he could be. He needed my emotional support and I needed him in other areas. Before we moved together in Charlotte we were just friends. Hanging out and getting to know one another until we decided to take it to the next level. Sex was horrible the first time together. How could he think that a health clinic condom would work? I was all for safety but one of my rules was once you get to a certain age you should spend the extra few dollars for condoms. That's just what grown people do. And just like a woman has to be fitted for a bra, a man should be required to be fitted for condoms. Preachers, Pulpit, Parishioners and... Ch. 01 Blake How could things be the same after all we had gone through? It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover because sometimes the cover lied. Either it didn't entice the reader enough to open the pages or it made you believe that the words on the inside were equivalent or better than the wonderful picture on the outside. That's how we were, Samson and I. Sitting here on the 5th pew during morning worship made everyone think that he loved me so much. I was a strong woman but always submissive to Samson. He was somewhat of a quiet man which made it seem that I was the dominant one in this 4 year relationship. Even though Samson was educated and had his degrees to prove it, I felt he channeled his aggressions in the wrong direction. He was often times manipulated by other women including his mother. She constantly told him what a failure he was and choose his mates for him until I came along. For that reason alone she didn't like me and she made no secret of it. Even though he tried he could never make her happy or proud of him. So where she failed to be there for him I tried to fill that void. Judging on how things were going between us my efforts were failing. That's why sitting here listening to the choir sing its 2nd hymn, I begin to silently pray that I would find enough courage and strength to make this relationship work. Why did we have to come to the church where all of his family attended? Beside it being located in the backwoods of the country no one here liked me. I smoothed my hands over my lap and crossed my legs at the ankle. Being in the presence of Samson's "kinfolk" ranging from his immediate family to distant relatives, it was paramount that I appeared confident. These Christians could be a real handful. I looked ahead as I saw the pastor approach the pulpit podium following the reading of the church announcements. He wasn't what would be considered gorgeous by looks alone but he certainly had a confident disposition about him. He was 6'3 with creamy brown skin and a red undertone. His freshly shaven face looked as if were sculpted by the hands of the finest potter, only further being defined by his thick lips and long lashes. "Amen. Let the church say amen." "Amen." the congregation echoed repeating after the pastor. "It truly is a day to be thankful for." After making several announcements one regarding the youth bake sale, Pastor Bronson begins to look around and looked directly over to Samson and me. Samson he already knew, me he did not. "Hello Samson." his smooth deep voice caught me off guard when he spoke Samson's name aloud. "Its good to have you worship with us." Samson nodded his head in response. Pastor Bronson looked over at me. "Oh gosh here we go. I hope he doesn't put me on spot like most black preachers do new visitors" I thought. "Good morning Mrs.?" he waited for me to fill in the blank to his open question. "Ms Clareon." I replied emphasizing the 'Ms'. From the look of his face he seemed surprised that I wasn't married to Samson. After not seeing Samson for so long he didn't know if he had taken on a wife or not. It was common not to carry the name of your husband nowadays but he knew by the 'Ms' that this was not the case. "Ms. Clareon" he addressed me rolling my last name from his tongue and pronouncing it in its perfect French tone as I had moments ago. "You are such a beautiful woman. Are you from here? Ive never seen you before.'' "Thank you for the compliment and yes I am from here." "I hope you enjoy service enough to worship with us again." "Thank You." What had just happened? Was he flirting with me or just being nice? All eyes appeared to be watching the dialogue take place between the two of us. Maybe he was like most preachers that I grew up in church around. Always womanizing the ladies of the church to get the things they wanted, sometimes a pie, sometimes pussy. It was something about preachers in the south that made them able to get almost any woman in their congregation to do anything without question, even the married ones. It's as if women thought they would be saved just by being near to a pastor or by spreading their legs. Some were surely guilty of 'Southern Hospitality'. I despised preachers like that. Taking advantage of others and using the name of the Lord to do so. Was this the same kind of man standing before me, looking at me as though he was trying to figure out my innermost thoughts? If he was then it would do him good to not try that "pastoral" friendship on me. Judging by the way Samson's cousin Tonya was looking at him he already had "extended" himself enough. Preachers, Pulpit, Parishioners and... Ch. 03 To everyone who takes the time to get to know me by reading my work, thank you. I hope that you enjoy this installment as well as the others posted previously. I also look forward to your feedback/comments. With sincere gratitude, K. Carmichael * IV. I planned on learning more about Blake from Tonya but when she cancelled her meeting with me I knew I had to take things into my own hands. Samson had told me that he would drop the forms off at the church but I knew that he would be out of town Saturday and that would be the perfect opportunity to fetch them myself. I didn't have a clue of what I was going to say or what she would say to me but I had to see her. She had to know what she was doing to me. Here I was lusting after another mans woman. Samson's family played a big part at St. Peter and I knew I couldn't do anything to mess that up. And with Tonya chasing behind me like a bitch in heat meant I had to tread lightly. Her husband, Deacon Moore was a big contributor to St. Peter. All it took was for Tonya to shake her ass and butter him up for him to be at her beck and call. Getting into my SUV I didn't even mind being soaking wet from the rain. Part of me felt guilty and the other part rejoiced. All I wanted to do is talk with her but I had taken it too far by kissing the soft spot beneath her ear. Walking behind Blake to the bedroom and watching her pull my pants down I couldn't help but mentally beg her to put me out of my misery. I wanted anything that she was willing to give me. Weeks ago when Tonya sucked my dick I wanted to treat her like the whore she was. Blake and I had never had a verbal conversation but our spirits seemed to meet. Have you ever wanted someone so bad that it hurts? I don't mean the kind of hurt that comes from being sexually frustrated or deprived, but the kind that even when your bodies are joined and you can feel her legs wrapped around your body, you still want to be closer. Closer than close? That's how I felt lying there with tears running down my face. When I felt my release begin to come and she looked into my eyes, I thought I would lose it. I couldn't dare push her away like every woman that I had experienced before and there have been many. I don't even remember riding home in the pouring down rain. It's like my mind was in a daze as I drove. I couldn't wait until service tomorrow because I had a lot of praying to do for the things my mind were thinking of doing, and as awful as it feels to admit, a lot of praising for what had just been done. Since Samson wouldn't be there I would have a chance to talk to her again. I hated being this anxious. I wanted to call her last night but how could I? Minister Stokes was giving his sermon that always left the crowd wondering what was wrong with him. It seemed like all of his sermons had sexual undertones and if it wasn't that, then it was about money. Even though it was the 'same ol' same ol' I didn't mind because he was also always brief and to the point. Why wouldn't she look at me? She looked into my eyes yesterday but wouldn't even glance my way today? I could feel myself getting a little angry. I've let her taste a part of me that no woman has ever tasted and she won't even acknowledge my presence with a simple movement of her eyes? And to make matters worse I couldn't see her as well as I wanted to because of the distraction of Sister Abigail's hat in front of her. I felt that possessive streak begin to come back inside of me. Minister Stokes was wrapping his sermon up because I could hear Deacon Sinclair start his "amen's" and the piano player begin to rattle the keys. Coming from California I realized that things can be rather different in the south. For one, the way of living is MUCH slower and it seems as if pork makes everything taste better. And when its time for the preacher to stop preaching, the piano player leaps to the piano, tickles a couple of keys which make the preacher 'whoop' and 'holler' and if you don't get the cue by then, the church makes sure to agree to every word that you say. But this didn't happen with me because I'm more of a teaching type. I don't get all sweaty and lose my voice to get the message across. "The doors of the church are now open. If there is anyone here who doesn't know Christ in the pardon of your sins, would you come?" Minister Stokes waited several minutes while he eyed the congregation before he continued. "We've invited but we see there is none, yet there is still room." he declared before taking his seat and wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead. Shaking his hand and giving him a cup of water I stood to dismiss the church. I could feel my body racing trying to get to her. I knew that she didn't have any friends here other than Ruth and if I didn't approach her soon she would leave. Why in the hell does everyone want to talk to you when you have an objective? Damn. Before I knew it she was rounding her heels to walk out the door. "Excuse me Ms. Clareon, may I have a second?" I could see her begin to look around to see who was watching. "I actually have something to do." "I'm sorry but that wasn't exactly a question." The look she gave me was one of unexpectancy. She waited for me to begin to speak. "I'll let you go but we need to talk." With everyone walking past I didn't want anyone to notice the facial expressions that passed between the two of us. She must have felt it too because she placed a false smile across her face and asked me when. "As soon as you're free." "I'll be in touch Pastor Bronson." I could tell that she wouldn't. "Blake, is it so hard to call me Ian?" "I just like to make sure to address people by their proper titles." Holding her neck a little straighter and her head a little higher after she spoke. Even with no one listening she insisted on the formality of calling me Pastor Bronson. That statement alone provided me with the information I needed to know. By insisting on calling me 'Pastor Bronson' she was making it clear that she had no intentions of repeating what had occurred between us. Acknowledging that I understood her statement, I nodded my head. "It was great seeing you again Ms. Clareon." I left her standing there as I walked away. I could see that she wasn't going to make things easier for me. By the time everyone cleared out I was happy to be alone. I could always count on a sense of peacefulness if I sat here after service and reflected on the things that I needed to tend to on the upcoming week. How would I ever see Blake if we were only going to make contact on Sundays? I've got to start making better preparations if I want anything with this woman. Samson was supposed to come by the church to amend a few details to the church's financial forms that I picked up from his home on Saturday. I didn't find but one thing that needed correcting and although I could have done it myself I wanted to pick him for as much information as possible. When Tonya cancelled our 'appointment' last week, I knew I had to find another means of learning what I wanted to know about Ms. Blake Clareon. Besides all that Tonya would probably tell me is things that she wanted me to know and those things would all be negative I'm sure. Monday afternoon Samson called to tell me that he was running a little late from the airport and that he would be there within 20 minutes. I used that time to mentally prepare all of the questions that I wanted to be certain to ask. Feeling a little guilty as I sat there and thought of what would I do with the information that I required. Even if I pursued Blake what would become of it? This church was run by the majority of Samson's family and I would be crazy to even begin to contemplate what I was thinking about doing. "Pastor Bronson, it's good to see you again." Samson said breaking me from my trance. "You as well Samson. How was your trip?" I could see the look in his face and hear the tone in his voice that he seemed stressed about something. I wondered if it had anything to do with what took place while he was out of town. Blake didn't look like the type to want to confess but looks can be deceiving. "Samson I only had one correction that I want to ask you about on page 6." I told him getting the business out of the way before we talked. After briefly looking over and making sure that the forms were now correct he placed the folder back on my desk and stared into blank space. "I can't help but notice that you seem a little 'different' today. Is something wrong? Would you like to talk about it?" "Just a lot of things going on in my life at the moment." I could tell by the way he was shaking his head that he needed to talk but wasn't sure what to say. If I would just be a little patient I'm sure he would begin to talk about what was on his mind. Maybe he just needed a little coaxing. "Samson you know that all of us go through things in life. No one is exempt, not even me. Sometimes it helps to talk about it." "Its just with home and trying to get my business off the ground, my mom staying on my back every chance she gets, its just stuff." He said looking down but remaining calm. I had to press him more. "Home? Are you and Ms. Clareon having problems Samson?" Although Samson and I are almost the same age, he appeared to be at a lost for words, like most people are when they feel that they have to watch everything they say around me because I'm a preacher. I had to make him feel comfortable. I took off my preacher's collar and laid it on my desk. This seemed to make Samson feel a little less strained because I could hear him exhale. He begin to talk and I hoped that he would begin to trust me. I listened intently hearing the words flow from his mouth as he described the details of what was causing his mental anguish. His confessions started to sound like music to my ears. Yes, he was playing the perfect symphony I thought as I made several mental notes. By the time Samson left my office he seemed to feel much better than he did when he first came in and said he would call to schedule another meeting ASAP. There's something about the power of confession that lifts the spirit. I hadn't obtained everything that I wanted to but this was an awful good start. The week of tent revival was always busy. Especially here at St. Peter. Living in such a small community makes going to church feel like an outing. Even on Sunday mornings the women dress in their best attire. The singing and rejoicing spent over several days had a tendency to tire everyone out. At the least we had the picnic at the lake to look forward to on Saturday to top off the weeks events. The picnic served as a way to have old time baptisms in the lake and eat and fellowship. It was a way to reward the community and parishioners who attended services during revival week. It was up to me to shop for the supplies needed for the picnic. It was a chore but I didn't mind. With my list in tow I went to Piggly Wiggly. Although Piggly Wiggly was a small grocery store in the area they always had fresh meat of all kinds and cuts. It wasn't your typical 'Supermarket' but it had a way of making you feel as if time stood still when you stepped through the sliding doors. Viewing the handmade sales posters and grabbing a shopping cart I proceeded to grab the items on my list. Trying to check off the items that I was throwing into my buggy made me almost hit an oncoming shopper. "Excuse me. I am so sorry I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going." I said frantically before fully looking up. "It's ok Pastor Bronson. We all make mistakes." I heard in a sultry voice. "Ms. Clareon. Hello." I spoke. After not seeing her for a couple of weeks and after a few meetings with Samson, imagine my surprise. "Hello. I see that you're buying the whole store." she said to me laughing half heartedly. Even in a t-shirt and sweat pants she looked delicious. It was always something about seeing a woman in oversized sweatpants that made me think unholy thoughts. Maybe it was the accessibility that I loved. "I'm preparing for the revival picnic tomorrow. I'm in charge of preparing the meats and getting the ingredients for the desserts." Why were we standing and making small talk? She all but told me to go to hell when I approached her the Sunday after our 'encounter'. "Oh so you cook? Are you good at it?" "I'm good at a lot of things." I told her with a slight undertone. "Ultimately I like cooking but it seems that most of the preparations have been left to me since everyone's schedule is busy with work." I told her. "I'm not busy. If you think you will need any help I can do it. And you also wanted to talk to me? I'm a pretty good cook." She told with a tone as if she thought I would say no. I really did need the help and from what Samson had told me during our talk, Blake would be a great help in the kitchen. "There are only a few items left for me to get and then I'm going to head home. If you aren't busy for the rest of the day I would love the help. Are you sure Samson wont mind?" I asked a little sarcastically but not caring if he did as long as she said yes. "I have a few things to take home but it won't take long. I'll call Samson to let him know." "Good. Do you know how to get to my house?" Making sure she had the exact directions to my home, she finished her shopping and parted to leave. After unloading the grocery and placing the items that needed refrigerating, I begin to lay out all of the proper utensils that I would need to prepare the food. I was placing the marinated steaks, chicken, and pork chops into the refrigerator when I heard a light tap on the door. It would take soaking the meat overnight in my homemade spices to ensure the flavors penetrated the raw animal flesh. I quickly washed fmy hands and toweled them dry as I walked to the door. Blake stood there holding a series of pots and bake ware in her hands. "Thank you again for your help." I told her as I reached for the items in her arms. She followed me towards the kitchen as I begin to speak. "I'm preparing two peach cobblers, 3 sweet potato pies, 2 cherry pies and a coconut sheet cake. The deaconesses are in charge of the side dishes and Sister Ethel is bringing a few other desserts. I have the meat already marinating and we will grill that when we get to the lake. Deacon Sinclair is in charge of the fish that will need to be fried along with the boudain, sausages, hamburgers, and miscellaneous pork parts that he insisted on having." "That's a lot of food." "It does seem like it but we are preparing enough to be taken to the sick and shut-in following the picnic." "That's really thoughtful." she acknowledged in a sincere tone. "I turned on the air conditioner unit because the heat from the oven can be intense when you're baking." "So where do we start? I brought things that I thought you might need. But I can see you have mostly everything done. What do you need me to do?" "I've already prepared the fillings for the pies and all I have to do now is roll the crust out and bake them and mix the icing for the coconut cake." I could see the question in her eyes when I told her that. It was true, I did need her help. Help in understanding what happened between us and how to take it from there. ~ She understood now. Blake lowered her head knowing that the real reason for volunteering to help was to be able to spend time with someone other than the four walls and medical books she encountered on a daily basis. Samson usually slept in another room and when he did go to bed he never was romantic. Either he was easily agitated, out of town, or working. They had become so distant. He hadn't hit her for some time but he hadn't been given a reason to either. Blake knew that all it took was one accidental blow to permantly injure someone and unless she was ready to leave Samson, she didn't want to provoke him. "I see that you've gotten everything covered so I'm going to get going. I have no intentions on repeating what took place between us before." she said to him matter-of-factly. Assuming that she was in control of the situation Blake began to mentally applaud herself. In just a few moments with him she was reminded how preachers could be. He wasn't going to fuck her like he probably did every woman that looked his way. Ian seemed different than the rest, at first, but now that her guards were back up she wasn't going to let them back down again. Ian stood there looking at her when she began to move towards the door. He approached Blake, grabbing her waist from behind. Not being able to control himself Ian pressed his body hard against her. Not ever being the type to take orders he held her against him as she pulled to leave. Feeling her panting only added to his arousal and he knew that she could feel every inch of him grow through those sweatpants of hers. Ian held her with his arm wrapped just beneath her breasts. She tried to move away again but couldn't. Blake didn't have a chance to speak when he turned her around and placed his tongue between her lips. He applied his body pressure making her walk backwards. Before she knew it her back was placed between the hard wall and Ian's hard dick. She was trying hard not to kiss him back when he probed her mouth with his hot tongue. Ian begin to skim her body with his hands rubbing lightly over her heaving chest and over the ample swell of her breast. After exploring her mouth with his tongue he opened his eyes to look into hers. Lowering his fingers further he found the hem of her shirt and pulled the garment up just above her nipples. Ian begin to tweak the left engorged hardness between his fingers. Blake didn't try to push him away as she stood engulfed and shocked by what was taking place. When he lowered his head to nip at the chocolate circles she felt a gasp escape her lips. Although her bra remained on she could feel every sensation through the thin lace that covered her. When he extended his tongue to give the same attention to her breast as he had done with her mouth moments earlier, Blake's breathing became more rapid. Raising his head to kiss her mouth again she opened it greedily. Ian replaced his left hand where his mouth had just departed. Her pussy had to be wet by the way she was breathing and arching her body into him. Placing his knee between her legs Ian could feel the heat from her pussy when Blake's body began to grind against the hardness of his thigh. Trailing his hand further down to meet the apex between her legs he palmed her there. The cotton fabric separated him from her most intimate part. Ian could feel the heat through her clothing. Blake could feel his tongue trail kisses to her earlobe before he traced it with his tongue. She moaned a soft sound when he reached the spot just beneath her ear. The spot that was familiar to him from before. He begin to bite her lower lip gently as he continued his exploration. Blake was so overwhelmed by the torture that he was putting her through that she didn't notice the palm of his hand slide down her waist and past the band of her pants. When Ian pushed aside the delicate fabric of her panties and a finger stroked into her pussy Blake went rigid against him. She could feel soft spasms travel throughout her body as his fingers begin their slow intrusion. 'Damn she's so wet.' Ian thought to himself. He could feel her vaginal walls contract around his finger and he let out a sharp gasp wishing that it was his dick inside of his finger instead. Placing another finger intoy the slippery wetness caused Blake to pull away from his kiss and inhale. Blake had never experienced the sensations that this man was causing her body to feel. Preachers, Pulpit, Parishioners and... Ch. 03 She wanted to run but stay at the same time. Often thinking before that sex was something meant strictly for the enjoyment of the male species, she took know specific pleasure in it. Blake had often heard women talk about orgasms but thought it was a myth. Through partners that she had experienced in the past she never reached that state of bliss that so many had described. She even tried masturbation like Ian was doing to her now but never had she felt what he was making her feel. She could feel a strong feeling that she was losing control and that she needed to go to the restroom. The feeling she thought, was not one of having to relieve herself in that way. Ian pulled his face inches away from hers. He could tell by the look in her eyes when his fingers found her center that she was a woman that didn't know the real pleasures that a woman could have. He had trained himself to know that look. Ian knew that even though a woman might be 'experienced' she could also be oblivious to the feeling that God had created her to enjoy. Some men still didn't know how to make a woman cum, and Samson was proof he thought. He wanted to see her reaction to what he was doing to her. Feeling her breathing become more labored he begin to speak. Only at this point could he make her understand what he was about to do and say. "Do you feel what I'm doing to you?" he asked her, his voice slightly above a whisper. He wanted to make sure she understood. She nodded her head yes. "Have you ever felt a tingle in your pussy like this before Blake?" She nodded no. "I'm sure you feel as though you have to use the restroom. Am I correct?" he continued. She shook her head yes, lowering it in pleasurable embarrassment. "It's nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart." Ian told her as he lifted her head and planted a kiss on her trembling lips. "What you're feeling is what a woman is supposed to feel baby. I don't want you to hold back what your body is feeling. Relax and trust me. I've got you." Ian told her as he continued rubbing her clit. He could feel the juices begin to slide down his fingers as he found her inner spot to make her quiver with pleasure. His mouth watered more at the thought. All he wanted to do was focus on her. Ian paused before speaking again. "When I came in your mouth I gave you a part of me. Something that I've given to no other woman." She could still feel the pleasure that he was causing her but she shook her head to let him know that she was listening. "You're with Samson. I know that. But you belong to me. This belongs to me." He locked eyes with her before bringing his fingers up the slit between her thighs. He continued to stroke her clit and slid them back into her warm crevice. She gripped his wrist as if trying to fight him away. She couldn't tolerate the feeling he was causing to go through her body. Anticipating her movements he placed her hands around his neck and held them there until he knew she wouldn't move them. The way she was looking at him as if she was afraid but turned on at the same time made him continue. "Do you understand Blake?" She looked at him with passion and fury at the same time. Here he was trying to control her just as Samson had she thought. She never enjoyed being talked to during intimate acts but Ian's words were driving her crazy no matter how demanding they sounded. When his finger halted their movement she almost begged him to start again. "Do you understand Blake?" He repeated in calmly in his deep baritone voice. Saying it as more of a statement than a question. She knew that he wouldn't continue his quest until he heard that three letter word come from her mouth. "Yes." "Yes what?" Inhaling sharply as she felt his fingers begin to slide inside of her and felt the roughness of his other palm slide across her breast and pinch her nipples she answered with the words that bound their contract. "Yes Ian. I understand that I belong to you." she told him in ragged gasps "Good Girl." he whispered to her. "Now cum for me beautiful." Blake tightened the grip on his neck. She begin to relish in the thought that she belonged to this man. A man that made her body betray her. She felt her body begin to shake as she felt the hot liquid flow from her opening onto Ian's probing fingers. Blake muttered words and phrases that had never exited her mouth before. What was happening? She couldn't control the intense spasms that were overtaking her and making her abandon any logic. The whisperings in her ear made her fell safe as she lost control and surrendered to the uncontrollable tremors. Ian placed his hand against the side of her face as he had done once before and looked deeply into her eyes as her breathing came back to normal. Easing his fingers from her still throbbing pussy he viewed the glistening wetness that covered them. Blake could smell the fresh fragrance emitting from his fingers. Ian wanted her to see him taste her just as she had him. He placed his index and middle fingers to his mouth and begin to lick them clean of her cum. When he placed them between her lips she opened her mouth to receive the same fingers. Without hesitation she suckled them like she had once done his dick. Ian let out a groan as he thought of the imitation she was doing. She could feel the trickle of cum trail down her inner thighs as she sucked hungrily. Blake stood there motionless as Ian fixed her clothes in place and walked her to her car. He could tell by the buzzing of her cell phone that she needed to go. Following close behind her he reached for the phone and dialed a number. Blake was still shocked by the sensations her body was going through and could only look at him. She then heard his phone ring in the house before he ended the call and returned the small device back to her purse. Reaching the car door she saw him standing behind her in the glass. He stared at her through the same reflective tint. Blake could still feel the bulge rise in his pants even more. She closed her eyes and tried to capture the feeling he was inciting in her again. "I meant what I said Blake." he told her before pinching her still hard nipple through her shirt. Dropping her head back in delightment she cursed herself inside. He opened the car door and waited for her to enter. Three missed calls from Samson. I'm going to be late getting home she thought as she looked at her phone. Neither of them said a word as she placed her hands on the wheel and guided the car out of the secluded location. She watched him in her rearview as he stood briefly before walking into the house. Preachers, Pulpit, Parishioners and... Ch. 02 All of this I was willing to overlook for the greater good. With my busy schedule sex wasn't everything. I guess that's what everyone that isn't getting pleased says anyway. Samson had barely scratched the surface of my sexual desires. "Damn, if hes gonna beat me the least he could do was fuck me good to make up for it" I thought. For some reason me making light of the marks I was seeing in the mirror made me smile a little more. Friday night was somewhat peaceful and after cooking and cleaning all day I was worn out. When Samson made it home I was fast asleep until I felt him kiss me on my cheek. Even though he smelled of whiskey and sweat, I was grateful he had stayed out all night with some of his childhood friends. Less talk for me to have to endure. "I love you Blake. Im so sorry." Samson whispered before turning over and falling into a drunken snore. "I love you too Samson." I said quietly before falling back to sleep. 　 　 　 I could feel my heart beat a little quicker as I walked to the entrance. To me perception starts before you open your mouth to make a sound or suck a dick. It starts by the way you walk, the slight movement of your eyes when youre trying to be a little coy, and the way you part your lips just slightly to enhance the lip gloss that you know the deacon in the corner is eyeing. I had to make sure that my manicured toes were positioned perfectly in my open toe heels, to ensure the best walk possible. It was time. The usher opened the double doors of the church and I walked in. No matter what part of the service you walk into when you're in the south, people will turn to see who it is. Me myself, I acted as if I didn't see them looking, but from the way the pastor was stuttering I knew they were taking notice. I guess they couldn't believe that I would show my face here again after all of the talk I had been told by my old friend Ruth. Ive always loved fashion although ive never been much of a 'name brand' person. I still believed in the thought of being a good steward over my finances, but I wanted to feel extra good despite the gloomy mood I had been in lately and driving the extra hour to get my hands and feet done proved to be soothing yesterday. Samson had gotten up extra early and left for church before me so when I walked to the pew where he sat he politely stood to let me inside. His face always showed how happy he was when I looked good. He kissed me gently on the cheek and sat beside me. His mom was in the corner to the left and I could see the reaction on some of their faces but all that mattered was the smile on the man that was sitting next to me. I know Sam loved his people, but he was caught between wanting to please them and wanting to please himself. I know that he was afraid that I was still upset with him. I could see the expression on his face. "You cant love God who you havent seen and live in chaos with your brethern that you see everyday. Yes its true that in this life we will have challenges. People will do you wrong and try to bring you down lower than a pregnant ants belly. But we have to be forgiving, not vengeful. You don't have to punish those who have wronged you its all in Gods hands. Remember, 'vengeance is mine said the lord and I will repay.' and ive never known my God almighty to be a liar." It was something about Pastor Bronsons voice when he said these words. The way he looked at me when he said these words. Like he was reading the anger I still harbored inside of me. At that very moment I felt those feeling go away. The power that this man had over me with just his words baffled me. This man had a way of making me feel protected and thou my conscious didn't want to admit it, I longed to figure out why. By the look he was giving me I felt he wanted the same as me. Samsons facial expressions lightened when I reached to intertwine his fingers in mine. If God could forgive me how could I not forgive Sam? 　 Service was great. It was also a good feeling to see old familiar faces. The last time that I saw most of these people was when I was knee high to a grasshopper. I must admit I was more comfortable than I was when I first visited here with Samson just over a month ago. I couldn't help but try to keep my mind off Pastor Bronson standing in the pulpit in front of me. He was a man that seemed so sure of himself like he didn't need the approval of the things he did or said. Although he was liked by many some frowned upon His cockiness or so Ruth had told me. Youre always considered 'cocky' if you don't march to the tunes of the people that thought they deserved more attention than the average person. We exchanged occasional glances. For now, I had to make sure those glances went undetected since Samsons mom notices everything. "Amen." we all repeated as Pastor Bronson completed the dismissal prayer. I raised my head slowly grabbing my purse, as to not seem anxious and politely waited while Sam said his 'hellos' to old friends and extended family. "Ms. Clareon what a pleasure it is to see you worshipping with us again today." Where did he come from? I didn't even hear him approaching as I sat on the back pew and waited for Samson. We drove separate cars to church but I still wanted to know what his plans were for the afternoon, so I waited. "Thank you Pastor Bronson, I really enjoyed it." I said as I begin to stand and shake his hand. Taking my right hand in his, he gently placed his left over mine. His hands swallowed mine but he didn't let go as he begin to speak. "I had prepared a much different sermon but it was put on my heart to change it at the last minute. I felt that message was meant for someones ears. Sometimes God sends messagers when we don't listen to him directly." Pastor Bronsons eyes looked directly through me and I through him. Past just the physical. I could feel my hand begin to tremble in his and his grip tightened as in silently letting me know everything was ok. I had to take a deep breath. "Hello there Pastor Bronson." I heard Tonya purr. Letting go my hand he reached to shake hers. Tonya quickly placed her arms around his neck and gave a more than 'sisterly' hug. After releasing him from her arms she continued with her fake tone that I knew all to well. "I see you've met Blake. I don't think you were formely introduced on her last visit. She and Samson were telling me how much they enjoyed your sermon before. By the way Blake, Samson is waiting for you. Pastor Bronson I would like to schedule a meeting with you later this week. Its an urgent matter that needs attended to." I couldn't believe the nerve of some people. Tonya stood next to Pastor Bronson and waited for me to leave. "Blake sweetie, you ready to go?" Samson said to me placing his hand around my waist and shaking the pastors hand with the other. "Samson I wanted to tell you thank you for your help." "Don't mention it pastor. As a matter of fact I will have all of the paperwork finished before I go out of town again this weekend." "Thank you again Samson. Ms. Clareon." He reached to shake my hand again, this time with one hand instead of two. "I'll let God know that I received the telegram he was trying to send to me." By the slow blink of his eyes I knew he understood. 　 　 -iAN- 　 Whenever I saw Samson at church I wondered about Her. Ms. Clareon. Since seeing her for the first time over a month ago I had decided to engulf myself in as many church duties as possible. Our paths would have to cross sooner, rather than later I hoped. Especially with Samson's frequent stops at the church. He was always helpful but seemed to be in a rush to leave after only being there for a short period of time. I'm not sure where he was always in a rush to go but he would often times leave his car in the parking lot. Hell if I had Ms. Clareon waiting at home for me, I might not be here as much as I was. Being a fulltime pastor required great dedication because saving a soul waited for no one and as many people that came to me for counseling, I had to be fulltime. I'm not sure if it was the problems that people experienced or the need to be understood that made them come to me. Although I try to be strong sometimes my own desires get the best of me. When I saw Samson enter service alone again I almost gave up hope of seeing her. Looking down from the pulpit into her eyes the words to my prepared sermon wouldn't come. The things I had to say were those that I felt needed to be heard and Blake Clareon's comment had given me that confirmation. The sound of the phone ringing startled me awake. Im sure Samson was calling me to tell me his flight had landed safely. With all of the attitude that he had lately I was surprised he called at all. 　 　 　 "Hello. Is Samson home?" "No he's not may I take a message?" He didn't have to leave a message, I knew who he was, but I wanted to prolong the conversation as long as possible. "Would this by any chance be Ms. Clareon?" "Yes. With whom am I speaking with?" "Ian Bronson. How are you today?" "I cant complain. Samsons out of town at the moment Pastor Bronson is there something I can do for you?" "Ian. You can call me Ian." We talked for a moment and he told me Samson had papers for him and asked if I would be at home later for him to pick them up. When he knocked on my door I made sure that I looked nice but not overdone. He was early. I didn't expect him for a while. With my white Hanes t-shirt and my mesh boy shorts on I opened the door because it was beginning to rain to hard to leave him outside while I put on something else. "Hello Pastor Bronson." I said to him as if I couldn't see the way he was looking at me. Samson told me where to find the papers. Ill get them for you." He looked at me while I retrieved the papers and handed them to him. I didn't offer him to come in because it would be too much temptation for me. Ian stood holding the door open giving me the same intense look he gave me on Sundays. I could have watched him all day but we were interrupted by the phone ringing. I had to answer. I walked away slowly, breaking the stare. "I'm sorry to keep u waiting Pastor Bronson. It was my friend Ruth checking on me. She saw that the weather was getting bad." I told him. "Ian. You can call me Ian, Blake. And I didn't mind the wait" "Ian, is there anything else I can do for you today?" All I wanted him to do was kiss me. One kiss. He must have read my mind or at the least felt sorry and wanted to put me out of my misery. At either rate I was grateful when he leaned his head over and kissed right below my ear. I tried to fight that side of me that wanted him and the side that told me wanting him was a sin, but I needed this. "Come with me." With each step I took, I wondered how could a man that helped saved souls make me want to do things that would lead me to hell. He walked behind me holding my hand as we went towards my room and sat on my bed. I slowly slid down his pants taking my time to lower his underwear. I wanted to make sure my mouth was warm enough and filled with enough saliva to ease his dick as far down my throat as possible. Since I didn't know how big or long he would be, I wanted to be well prepared. I don't believe that sucking good dick starts at the dick alone. It starts with the way you talk the way you touch him that send chills up his spine. The wait alone was making him restless. A little longer. I had to make sure he wanted this too. I guess I felt that sucking wasn't fucking so it wasn't 'really' cheating. Its amazing what the mind will tell itself to cope I thought. I had to have a certain consistency of saliva. Before you say 'oh you so nasty', every woman that has sucked a dick so good that his toes curl, know what im talking about. its that thick saliva that you can get only from sticking a dick so far down you throat that you start to almost choke. This is the kind that makes his dick glisten when it's sliding in and out between your lips. I positioned my tongue over my bottom lip and my top lip over my top teeth. I could see the anticipation as he lay there. It seemed as if he didn't know whether to stay or to leave. His choice was taken away when my mouth covered him gently at first to let him get accustomed to the warmth and wetness of it. As I started to suck, he closed his eyes slightly looking down at me. Wanting him to fill nothing but pleasure I picked up the pace and twirled my tongue over the head as it pushed further to the back of my throat. As my head bobbed and the spit trickled down to his balls I deep throated it just to clean him up as much as possible. "What r u doing to me?" he whispered. I looked up at him with all 9in in my mouth and sucked harder as he saw his dick sliding through my lips. The slurping noise alone made me want to work harder. With cheeks sucked in and mouth puckered up I thought of how sore my jaws would be the next day. Did I care? No. See that's one of the things I enjoy even now about sucking a dick. Though my teeth would leave bruises on my inner lips from covering them, it was worth the pleasure I was giving. To me sucking dick is an art that requires discipline and dedication. No two are the same and it requires a good artist to assess the situation and provide the necessary strokes to produce the best possible out-cum. hearing his moans and watching his body shake was all of the encouragement I loved enduring the occasional gagging. I knew he was about to cum because I could feel him pushing his dick as far down my throat as possible and see his stomach muscles tighten. I could hear him sobbing and see tears running down the sides of his face. "I'm about to cum." He placed his hand gently on the side of my cheek. I knew he could feel the indentions in my jaws as the tip of his dick came to the tip of my lips with every thrust. "Blake, look at me baby." he said through gasps. I couldn't bear to see him cry. "Please baby, please Blake, look at me." As soon as I looked into his brown eyes I felt his cum ease down my tongue to the back of my throat. I repeatedly slid my tongue down the throbbing vein of his dick. Holding it deep into my mouth I waited for the oozing to stop. Before I could swallow he pulled me up an begin to kiss me. I couldn't believe the wetness I was feeling between my legs as his tongue eased between my lips. Feeling the warm liquid tranfer from my mouth and tongue to his made me want him more. This had never happened to me. Kissing a man with his cum still in my mouth. After several moments he pulled away and placed a finger to my lips and his other near the nape of my neck. "Now swallow. I want to fell it go down your throat." I made sure to savor the taste. He was so still with his eyes closed tightly. When exhaled next to my ear I thought I hesitated to make a move. Getting up from my knees I wiped my mouth and went to the bathroom to get a warm wet towel to clean him with. I kneeled between his legs and begin to wipe him down. He leaned his head against mine. When he pressed his full lips against my forehead and held the side of my face, I continued my mission. I could hear him sniffle as he kissed my lips feeling his hot tears still flowing. When he opened his eyes to look at me and speak, nothing came out. He eased his pants up his legs and held my hand as I walked him to the door. What was he thinking I thought as he grabbed his keys and papers? I wanted to know but wouldn't dare break the silence. He never said a word as he planted one kiss on my cheek and sprinted to his car.