Frank Masters - The evangelist_s wife

Robert nodded, not quite knowing what to make of his young wife's sudden interest.

"I am the church's counselor," she pointed out. "If I can advise the young couples before they marry, I should be able to handle a small problem with the staff."

"Fine," he said, giving in to her suggestion. "Take care of it, Angelica."

"May I use your office?" she asked. "I need somewhere quiet for about an hour to speak to the young man. If you need it, I can go somewhere else."

"I suppose," he mumbled, his mind already on other matters as he walked away.

As Robert waved her away, Angelica motioned for Brother Brad to follow her. She locked the office door behind her as he stood in front of the big desk.

"You got in trouble," she said, a broad smile appearing on her face as she walked in front of the young man.

"I'm… sorry, Sister."

"No, Brad," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I got you into this, and I'm going to see to it that you aren't punished. At least, not too severely."

"Thank you… uh, Sister," he stammered. "But you've got to do better, honey," she said. "No matter what the distraction, you've got to stay with the camera. That's your job."

"Some distractions are hard to ignore," he whispered, seeing the naughty look on Angelica's pretty face.

"That's no excuse," she went on, the idea forming in her mind making her grin from ear to ear. "Maybe I should practice with you, Brad. To make sure that you can keep your mind on business, no matter what happens around you. We wouldn't want you losing your job, would we, Brad? Not just for looking."

"No," he agreed.

Angelica scooted up close to the young man. She let her hands run up his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt and starting to loosen his tie.

"Pretend that you're on camera," she cooed. "Keep looking right at the picture on the wall. That's your subject. Na matter what, keep fixed on the picture."

Teasing the young man, Angelica looked down at his crotch. He had gotten such a hard-on when she had spread her legs. It was back. Bigger than ever. Her fingers drifted down, getting closer and closer to that bulge in his jeans.

"Sister Angelica!" he gasped.

"You must be uncomfortable," she whispered, fondling his throbbing cock. "Having to keep a camera running with this big thing trapped like that."

"I-I guess," he stammered.

Angelica slowly unzipped the fly of Brad's pants and reached inside. Her fingers worked through the opening to his shorts, clutching his hot, throbbing cock.

Brad trembled, still not sure if he was being tested or seduced.

As she licked her luscious lips, Angelica yanked his hunk of cock-meat out into the open. She gazed down at it. The boy was built like a stallion! It was the biggest prick she had ever seen.

"Ooooh, Lord!" she whispered, giving his huge prick a squeeze. "That's a big one!"

"Oooooh, Sister!"

"Someone up there likes you." She giggled, wriggling her fingers around the inflamed hardness of his cock-meat as she stared up at the tall young man to see if he was still watching the picture. "He surely blessed you with something to be proud of, Brad."

The cock in her hand was oozing a steady flow of slippery pre-cum that made her fingers slick and wet. The feel of his throbbing hard-on was getting something else wet. Angelica's tight little pussy was drenched. His shyness only added to her thrill. She boldly cupped his balls in her hand as she tightened her gripping fist around his lovely big cock.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned as a river of his juicy prick-fluids ran over her fingers. "Are you paying attention to your camera, baby? Are you ignoring the distractions?"

"No," he groaned.

"I can tell." She giggled.

The shocked young man looked down at the voluptuous preacher's wife. He wanted to grab her and fuck the shit out of the beautiful teasing woman, but the whole situation was so weird.

This sexual situation was so different from any Angelica had ever had. With Robert, it was crawl on top and fuck. A few strokes, and he would be finished. The only other experience was with the two construction workers. They hadn't really forced her to submit to their desires, but she wasn't in charge of the situation, either. This time, it was Angelica making all of the moves. She felt powerful. The raging hard-on sticking out of his open fly was hers to do with as she wished. This young man was quivering with desire.

"Your cock is making my hand wet," she whispered into Brad's ear, her sweet tongue following the words as she stood on tiptoes.

"Oooooh, God!" he stammered.

"Let me fix it for you," she purred.

Raising her fingers to her mouth, the horny young woman licked off the slippery pre-cum juices from her fingers. Brad gasped in awe.

Licking her lips to get every drop, Angelica again reached down for his thick hard-on.

"I'll bet you've got more of this sweet stuff in there for me, Brother Brad," she teased, dropping to her knees in front of the stunned young cameraman.

"I-I suppose!" he groaned.

Angelica took his huge hard cock in her soft hand, leaning over to give it a long, lingering kiss right on the leaking tip of his piss-slit. As she pulled away, a naughty string of his wetness connected them. It stretched as she moved farther back, finally breaking when it got too long to hold up any longer. A male muskiness rose up from his crotch as she wantonly used her tongue on Brad's prick, tickling her way down the underside of his cock-shaft until reaching his balls.

"Oooooh, Sister!"

"Try to control yourself, baby," she cooed, nibbling playfully along the wonderful hardness of his cock. "Remember. You're on camera."

The shimmering beauty began swirling her tongue in teasing licks over every inch of his steel-hard prick. She was really enjoying this. For the first time in her life, she was allowing her hot passions to surface without feeling guilty about it.

Opening her baby-soft lips, the preacher's wife found the dripping tip of his stiff boner, her tongue touching his cock-head. Slowly, inch by inch, she took in as much as she could of his massive monster prick. His hairy balls were heavy in her palm as she gulped in another inch of his tasty thickness.

"Oooooh, Jesus!" he sobbed.

Brad felt his belly tightening into knots as the wife of the man that ran his church opened her mouth and slid her warm moist lips down over his hot hard prick. She eased down so slowly, taking him deeper and deeper and deeper. The sensations were so warm and wet and wild. Finally stopping, she started an erotic up and down movement with her pretty head that brought those ovaled lips and flicking tongue over his purple-headed hardness like something from his teenaged dreams.

Wanting more room to work, Angelica opened his belt and pulled his pants down. She reached up to drag down the shorts that were tangled around the long stiff hunk of his beautiful prick. His balls hung down low from the hairy sac, looking like they contained gallons of hot cum for her. She remembered swallowing the construction worker's hot jism, and she wanted more. More men. More cocks.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned as her mouth came free of his meaty, pulsing prick-head. "You did well, Brad. Very well. I think that I can tell my husband that you will never be distracted from your duties again. You passed."

"God," he groaned, thinking that she was going to leave him in this aroused state.

"Don't worry, baby." She giggled, seeing the frustration in his eyes as she caressed her way up his body. "You'll get off."

Standing back up in front of the hard-cocked man, Angelica had plans for his jerking hard-on. She reached under her dress, tugging at her panties. As the soaking-wet blue material came over her ankles, she placed one hand on his chest to balance herself. He was shaking with lust.