Pastor Bukky was a beauty to behold. Tall, thick, curvy with breasts to die for and a contradicting deep voice while her innocent doll face dazzles whenever she looked into the audience from the altar. Her American accent made her such a joy to listen to. She would pace from left to right on the altar during the sermon and I’ll never hear a thing she said. Even on a particular Sunday when she wore a loose fancy Arabian gown, her ass still managed to project it’s curvaceousness through the shaky polyester material. Pastor Bukky had all the qualities of a mega porn star but I wonder what she’s doing on the pulpit. She once asked the congregation to lift up holy hands with eyes closed while singing praises. I obeyed but my mind was busy imagining what Pastor Bukky looked like without her clothes on. Yet I was one of the most active ushers in the church then. I soon came out of my daydreaming to tell myself the bitter truth. It will never happen between me and Pastor Bukky. Besides, she is the first daughter of the church’s general overseer and even though she’s a spinster, a whole lot of chastity was expected from her. This was way back in my university days.
One Wednesday, after the mid-week service I had to wait in order to lock the main auditorium and hand over the keys to the church security. I could tell Pastor Bukky was still in her office because her red Toyota Corolla was still parked in her space even though all other church members already left. I was in a haste to lock up and get home as I had a test the next morning. I needed to study. I walked to the end of the hallway after climbing the stairs and moved close to Pastor Bukky’s office to see if she was attending to anybody. I put my ear to the door and heard soft whispers so I figured she was in a counseling session but then, “why the whispering?”, I asked myself. I lingered a little longer at the door only for me to hear one very short but slightly loud moan. I couldn’t believe my ears so I asked my eyes for help by using the keyhole. She had her laptop and her left leg on the large office table, one hand operating the laptop with the other doing something I didn’t understand between her legs.
I watched from the keyhole for minutes until Pastor Bukky became a little more reckless with her moaning. She must be thinking she was the only one left in the premises. She soon stood and raised her skirt up to just beneath her succulent breasts and from the way she whispered to the laptop screen I knew she was on some video chat. She fingered herself until her neck tilted backward and her lips formed an ‘O’ shape. Right there I confirmed Pastor Bukky was masturbating. I could not help but stroke my cock through my black denim trousers. I did that for a while before making up my mind to unzip and release my already throbbing erection. I looked away from the keyhole for a while in order to bring my dick out without hurting myself with the metallic zippers of my denim. I returned to the keyhole and Pastor Bukky was trying to bring something out of her handbag.
As I watched with keen interest, my pastor brought out a medium sized pink Love Machine from her bag and inserted it first into her mouth as if to lubricate it with her saliva. She then pushed it deep into her throat a few times. I grabbed my cock firmly and stroked it as if it was replacing the Love Machine in Pastor’s mouth. The Love Machine came out of her throat with very thick saliva on it. She then spread both legs and put them on the table with the laptop in between. The screen prevented me from viewing my pastor’s pussy but the expression on her face and body movement were enough to feed my imagination that evening. I could tell she was rubbing her clit and randomly slapping it with the Love Machine until she got super wet. I stood at the door wishing I could just summon the courage to go in and Bleep the hell out of this pastor I’ve always had lustful feelings for. She let out another loud moan as she inserted the full length of the Love Machine inside her vagina. Her eyes closed at the first thrust with a priceless expression on her face. Then I had only one thought left in my head. How to get inside Pastor Bukky’s office and make her use my dick instead of that Love Machine.

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Pastor Bukky looked straight in my direction and our eyes met. At least that’s what I thought until she moved her gaze away from the keyhole like she saw nothing. It was a mere coincidence. I resumed my Viewer activity and found my pastor turning around, then she mounted her large office seat holding on to the backrest and went on her knees thereby revealing her ass in its full glory. This time the laptop was not blocking my view. I saw my pastor’s fat pussy live. It was so moist that the bright office light made twinkling little stars from her glistening pussy juice. She arched her back so much that her ass cheeks bounced at the slightest move of her body. Her vulva stared directly at me. She slapped her clit severally with her pink Love Machine until she squirted a few drops of her pussy juice on her seat. There I felt like my dick was about to explode inside my pants.
I held on to my cock like I will never let go as I watched Pastor Bukky slowly sit her pussy on the fortunate pink Love Machine. She started to ride it slowly and I watched every little detail. After bouncing on the Love Machine for a while she would rest and rub her succulent boobs against the backrest like she was really riding the dick of some handsome male model just like me (make I hype myself small). I watched as she slowly removed every piece of clothing she had on. She mounted her table and started talking to the laptop again. Pastor Bukky became a vixen all of a sudden. She wiggled her waist on the large office table as she shoved all the books and Sunday school manuals to one side of the table surface. I’m sure the guy on the other end of the video chat was stroking his cock hard at that point. My pastor soon laid on her back spreading her legs wide right in front of the screen. She stroked and bleeped her pussy really hard and I could tell she was cumming from the way her body convulsed. Thoughts of how Pastor Bukky must have felt in her pussy got me on the verge of explosion so I quickly reached for my handkerchief in my left pocket. I imagined myself and Pastor Bukky in each other’s arms as I came hard into my white hankie. I wiped myself clean and raced down the stairs to the head of security’s office in order to ask him to lock up on my behalf. I had to leave immediately.
Mr Martin quickly closed the lid of his laptop as soon as I entered his office. “Bro Tunde, what can I do for you?”, he asked with a shaky voice that easily sold him out. I knew he must have been up to something he didn’t want me to see on the laptop. I didn’t mind though as I just finished doing something bad myself. I gave him my instructions on locking the church premises after pastor Bukky must have left. I got a bike as soon as I got to the church gate and was on my way home when I remembered I left the handout I collected from a course mate earlier in the church vestry. It was needed for the night so I begged the bike man to turn back. I got to the church premises and picked up my handout in no time. I expected to hear from the church security but there was no challenge despite how loudly the vestry door creaked. I decided to check the security office to see if there’s anyone there. It was empty.
I slowly and quietly moved down the hallway to check each office door with no sign of the security man so I headed up the stairs to Pastor Bukky’s floor. I tiptoed until I got to her office door. I could hear her giving Mr Martin some instructions. From what I gathered, she will linger a little longer in her office that evening for some intercessory prayers and a particular pastor in the church was to join her in about an hour. All that was none of my business. I was actually expecting to hear Pastor Bukky’s moans under the security man’s dick strokes but was disappointed. The erotic session was obviously over. Then I remembered the bike man was waiting for me outside the church gate and that just meant my bill was increasing so I raced downstairs and out of the church premises. I hopped on the bike and got home in no time. I got myself a decent dinner and soon started with my studies but as anyone would guess, it was so difficult for me to concentrate. Thoughts of Pastor Bukky’s juicy pussy won’t leave my head easily.
A mischievous me soon started making some dirty plans. You won’t believe what happened next.

To be continued…

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