I’m a frustrated wife. My husband never touches me anymore. I decided that counseling at a local church might be just what we need. The pastor was an attractive young man. I wore a short skirt with thigh high stockings, no panties, to our first meeting. After a few minutes, he asked my husband to leave the room so he could counsel me alone. He looked me right in the eyes and Asked. “Miss Jones, what do you NEED? What is lacking in your marriage? I was blunt, but honest. “Sex.” I replied. I could see his eyes widen a bit. “Tell me about it.” I went into great detail about how unfulfilled I was. I was ignored. And my damn pussy was in need of some cock. His mouth dropped open. I could see the bulge in his slacks, “Maybe you need some extra one-on-one therapy, Mrs. Jones. You seem to have a lot of deep seated anger trapped inside. We need to release some of that tension in your body.” I felt his hands on my shoulders and I moaned out loud. My sweet pastor was bending me over his desk and licking my pussy and it was wonderful. I wanted to scream out loud. I felt the tip of his cock press against my pussy lips. “Please.” I begged. He pushed into me and I felt my pussy contract around his large meatstick. He banged me fast and hard. Orgasm overtook me as he gushed his huge load into my eager box. I know it’s a sin but it was so good. I wanted more. I left his office with cum oozinng down my inner thigh. Looks like I’ll be spending a lot more time in church.
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