Margaret, a devoted follower of the Lord, had always been a picture of grace and purity in her small congregation. With her long blonde hair, petite frame, and modest front-view fishnet outfit, she had turned heads and captured hearts. But beneath her innocent exterior, Margaret harbored a secret desire for something more carnal and forbidden.
One fateful Sunday, after the sermon had ended and the church had emptied, Margaret lingered in the pews, lost in thought. She felt a sudden wave of desire wash over her, and she knew that she needed to satisfy her longing.
As she rose from her seat, she spotted a figure in the shadows of the church. It was Jack, the church’s handyman, a ruggedly handsome man with a mischievous glint in his eye. Margaret knew that he shared her desire, and she made her way towards him, her hips swaying in anticipation.
Without a word, Jack pulled Margaret close, his hands roaming over her fishnet-covered curves. Margaret gasped as his lips found hers, their tongues dancing in a passionate embrace. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she knew that she wanted him.
Jack broke their kiss, his lips trailing down Margaret’s neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Margaret moaned as he reached her breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipples through the fishnet fabric.
Margaret’s hands found their way to Jack’s pants, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she released his stiff cock. Jack groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him in a steady rhythm.
Without warning, Jack picked Margaret up, his strong arms lifting her effortlessly. Margaret wrapped her legs around him, her wetness pressing against his cock.
Jack carried Margaret to the altar, laying her down on the soft fabric. He knelt between her legs, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her pussy. Margaret moaned as he licked her clit, her hips bucking against him.
Jack slipped a finger inside Margaret, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. Margaret’s breathing grew heavy as he added a second finger, fucking her with his hand.
Margaret could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, and she begged Jack to enter her. With a growl, Jack obliged, his cock sliding deep inside her.
Margaret cried out as he began to thrust, her moans echoing through the empty church. Jack’s fingers found her clit once more, and he rubbed her in time with his thrusts.
Margaret’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her muscles clenching around Jack’s cock as she came. Jack followed soon after, his hot cum filling her.
Panting, Jack pulled out, collapsing beside Margaret on the altar. Margaret smiled, her mind still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
As they dressed, Jack and Margaret knew that their secret would remain between them. They had found a new kind of communion in the house of the Lord, one that would bind them together forever.
