It was a quiet Sunday morning at the small church in the countryside. The sun streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow on the wooden pews. Sarah, a young woman with long blonde hair and small but perky breasts, sat in the front row, dressed in a tight-fitting fishnet dress that left little to the imagination.
She had always been a devout follower of the church, but today she couldn’t help but feel a little restless. As she sat in the pew, she couldn’t stop thinking about the man who had caught her eye the previous week. He was the new minister, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt towards him.
As the service came to a close, Sarah found herself lingering in the sanctuary. She knew she shouldn’t be there alone, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to see the new minister again, to talk to him, to touch him.
She didn’t have to wait long. The minister soon appeared, dressed in his traditional robes. He smiled as he saw Sarah, and she couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter.
“I’m glad to see you stayed behind,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.”
Sarah’s breath hitched in her throat as he stepped closer to her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch him.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as they tasted each other. Sarah’s hands roamed over his body, feeling the muscles beneath his robes. She could feel his cock growing hard against her, and she knew she wanted him.
He reached down, lifting her dress up and revealing her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and she could feel the cool air on her wet pussy. He ran his fingers over her lips, teasing her, before plunging them deep inside her.
Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he finger-fucked her. She could feel herself getting close, her orgasm building deep within her.
But the minister had other plans. He pulled his fingers out of her and spun her around, bending her over the altar. She could feel the cold stone against her breasts as he pushed her dress up and exposed her ass.
He spanked her hard, leaving red handprints on her cheeks. Sarah moaned, her pussy getting wetter with every slap.
Then she felt him enter her, his cock sliding deep inside her. She cried out, her hips meeting his as he fucked her hard and fast.
Their moans echoed through the sanctuary as they fucked, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Sarah could feel herself getting close, her orgasm building deep within her.
And then she came, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed his name. He followed soon after, filling her with his hot cum.
They collapsed onto the altar, their bodies slick with sweat. Sarah couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she knew one thing for sure: she would be coming back to this church every Sunday.
