Sunday Sin After Service

The scent of lilies and old hymns still clung to the air as I stepped out of the church, pulling my suit jacket tighter around me. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, highlighting the immaculate rows of pews. My gaze lingered on Paula, her silhouette framed by the doorway, a vision in a newly purchased, powder-blue sundress. The fabric, a silken blend, clung to her curves, hinting at the generous fullness beneath, a tantalizing tease that sent a familiar tremor through my loins. She was getting dressed, a deliberate show of anticipation, and the knowledge that we were headed for a private, intimate evening with her daughter and her husband did little to quell the rising heat within me. I needed to focus, to maintain composure, but the sheer visibility of her body, the way the dress molded to her form, was a constant, insistent invitation.

“Almost,” she murmured, her voice a silken whisper that brushed against my ear. “Don’t forget dinner with Sabrina and Mark.” The reminder felt like a deliberate provocation. She knew exactly how to ignite my desire, and I reveled in her control. As I adjusted my tie, the subtle rustle of the silk against my skin was almost as stimulating as the thought of what awaited us. Then, her voice, smooth and laced with a playful challenge, cut through the quiet: “Hello, sexy.”

Turning, my breath caught in my throat. Paula was a masterpiece sculpted from flesh and desire. The blue dress, while elegant, only served to accentuate her assets. The deep scoop of the neckline revealed ample cleavage, and the way it clung to her breasts, drawing attention to their full, round shape, was impossible to ignore. A delicate bow secured her long, raven hair, framing a face both beautiful and knowing. And her high heels, a vibrant shade of sapphire, added an extra layer of allure. But it was her posterior, firm and undeniably captivating, that held my attention captive. A tiny G-string, barely visible beneath the hem of the dress, hinted at the secrets hidden beneath, a silent promise of pleasure.

“Wow, baby,” I said, my voice low and laced with genuine admiration. “Too bad I can’t fuck you now! You look so hot. Turn around and let me see your ass in that dress.” The words tumbled out before I could fully censor myself, a testament to the raw, primal need that consumed me.

Her lips curved into a knowing smile. “You like my new dress?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement.

“I love it,” I confessed, the heat intensifying with each syllable.

She obliged, slowly twisting her body, drawing back the hem of the dress just enough to reveal the black garter belt and the minuscule G-string clinging to her behind. The sight sent a jolt of electricity through me, a potent blend of lust and anticipation. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain control, but the image was too captivating to resist. It was a calculated tease, designed to push my buttons, and I found myself utterly enthralled.

“Oh, my,” I managed to murmur, my voice strained. Then, I moved towards her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and musk, filled my senses, further igniting the fire within. I kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips, before pulling back slightly to gaze down at her exposed rear.

“As I got ready for church, wearing my suit, I kept watching the time as I didn’t want to be late,” I explained, my voice a low rumble against her ear. “Paula was still getting dressed. I yelled and asked her if she were ready yet. She replied, ‘Almost,’ and told me not to forget that, after the service, we were going to dinner with her daughter and her husband. We would come home after church to wait for them to get here.”

As we finally stepped out the door, the afternoon sun warmed my skin, but the heat within me was far more intense. I gripped her waist tighter, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips. “Just wait till I get you home,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

The drive to church was filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. She shifted slightly, pulling up the hem of her dress to reveal just a hint of her stocking tops, the black nylon clinging to her legs like a second skin. The anticipation built with every passing moment, and I found myself struggling to breathe. As we pulled into the parking lot, my cock swelled involuntarily, a clear indication of the pleasure that awaited us.

Inside the church, the air was heavy with incense and the murmur of prayers. I found myself constantly stealing glances at Paula, her presence a constant, tantalizing reminder of our impending rendezvous. The faint bumps of her garter belt through her dress, a subtle display of her confidence, sent shivers down my spine. It was a deliberate provocation, designed to push my boundaries, and I found myself unable to resist its allure.

The service passed in a blur of hymns and sermons, but my focus remained firmly on Paula. As she settled beside me, crossing her legs with a deliberate air of nonchalance, I could feel the heat building in my groin. Just a tiny glimpse of her stocking tops was enough to send a fresh wave of desire crashing over me.

Then, as we stepped out of the church, a wave of excitement washed over me. The thought of what awaited us at home, of finally succumbing to my urges, was too much to bear. "Sabrina and Mark are coming over," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It'll be a while before they arrive, so let's get this over with."

As we drove home, the anticipation grew with each passing mile. The need for release was overwhelming, and I found myself unable to control my thoughts. "Just wait till I get you home," I repeated, my voice filled with a desperate longing.

Once we arrived, I unlocked the door and ushered Paula inside. The house was quiet and empty, a perfect setting for our private encounter. I took her into my arms, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. The scent of her perfume filled the air, a heady mix of jasmine and musk that heightened my senses.

"Please, fuck me, baby. Please," she begged, her voice laced with desperation.

“I am going to show you what happens when you tease me,” I replied, my voice low and menacing. “Get on the sofa and put that ass up, baby.”

She obeyed, pulling up her skirt and positioning herself on the cushions of the sofa. With a swift movement, I grabbed her legs and pulled them back, exposing her entire rear. Reaching into my pants, I unzipped them and proceeded to slap her backside, the force sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

“You want my cock, baby?” I asked, my voice dripping with anticipation.

“Oh, God, yes baby. Fuck me, please!” she cried out, her voice filled with longing.

Without hesitation, I plunged my cock into her waiting flesh, and the world around us seemed to fade away as we lost ourselves in the moment. The pleasure was immediate and intense, a torrent of sensation that left me gasping for air.

As I pounded her repeatedly, she arched her back, her cries of pleasure intensifying with each thrust. "Oh God, don't stop! Take it, baby! You own this pussy! Fuck me harder! Make my pussy sore, baby," she shrieked, her voice raw with desire.

I continued my assault, determined to satisfy her every whim. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably as she reached the brink of orgasm, and a final, desperate gasp escaped her lips. Then, she exploded in a torrent of squirting pleasure, showering me with her warm, salty essence.

As I pulled away, panting and exhausted, she looked at me with adoring eyes. "I'm cumming!" I grunted, my voice strained. "I’m cumming!"

"I’m cumming!" she shouted, and I continued to pound her pussy, adding a few more spurts of cum before she finally let out a final, triumphant shriek. After a good thirty minutes of relentless pleasure, my own body began to tremble with exhaustion and satisfaction.

As she stood up and adjusted her dress, the sight of her damp legs clinging to the fabric was both exhilarating and slightly repulsive. I grabbed her hand and pulled her close, kissing her red lips. The scent of her cum lingered in the air, a potent reminder of our recent encounter.

Just then, the doorbell rang, shattering the silence. "Well, they're here," I said, a mischievous glint in my eye. Neither one of us realized the amount of time we had spent lost in our own pleasure, and it wasn't until we opened the door to reveal Sabrina and Mark that we realized how much time had passed.

Sabrina, looking remarkably similar to her mother, burst into laughter as she took in the scene. "Sorry for making you guys wait," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Mark and I were so hot for each other all morning that we couldn’t put off sex until after dinner."

Paula, unable to contain her own laughter, replied, “Honey, we understand. If you had been 10 minutes earlier, you would have heard me screaming, too.”

Mark and I exchanged a knowing glance, high-fiving each other in silent agreement. We ushered our guests into the living room, ready to continue our evening of pleasure, while simultaneously feeling a strange sense of embarrassment about the length of our encounter. As we all settled in, I realized that despite the awkwardness of the situation, we had all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. And as I looked at Paula, her eyes sparkling with desire, I knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted, passionate journey.

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