Writer: Pastord
Subject: The Double-Life
Link: LS666 Email / 07.07.2026
Author’s Notes: My brother, I’ve felt inspired today to write another story about Pastor David. If you feel comfortable publishing it, please do so.
The Double-Life
Pastor David had been faithful in ministry and marriage for a long time — well, sort of. He had a secret, lots of secrets actually. But his public persona was intact.
In private, though, David was addicted to porn and masturbation, and had been since he first stumbled upon his dad’s porn stash as a kid. And although he got baptized as a Christian and pastored for many years, he could never shake the darkness that had been with him as long as he could remember.
He just learned to manage the double life, even convincing himself there was no double life. But deep down, he knew better. When he gave in to the darkness, it always felt like home. The darkness felt like his real life—everything else was the fantasy.
In Pastor David’s mind, his lust never hurt anyone. And so when he went to ministry conferences alone, late at night he’d slide out a side door of the hotel and Uber to the other side of town to visit bars (his denomination frowned upon drinking but David had come to love vodka and what it did to his libido) and massage parlors.
One night, while at a conference on prayer and spiritual awakening, David went to a busy hotel on the other side of the major city he was in, where he could be invisible in a sea of people. There, after a few vodka-based cocktails, he struck up a conversation with a lady at the bar. She was nice, laughed at his jokes, even leaned in and whispered in his ear that they could move their conversation upstairs to her room.
Pastor David had never actually, physically cheated on his wife. But the vodka was working, and the opportunity seemed too perfect. And so he put his hand on her bare leg.
“I’d like that,” he said.
Two steps into the room, they were kissing and moving toward the bed. She straddled him, and his bulge found its place between her ass cheeks. His hands found her small but perfect tits. His vodka buzz made it all the more enjoyable.
He wanted her. Badly. And she certainly acted like she wanted him. Fuck vows of marriage and ministry. Tonight was the night he was crossing lines he could never uncross.
He had been living another secret for the last five years, coincidentally. During the COVID era, he stumbled upon a website dedicated to satanic erotica. He had never seen such depravity and debauchery, but he couldn’t believe how aroused it made him. One thing led to another, and five years later, part of Pastor David’s double life was that he had come to love Satan. He struggled with the guilt, but Satan was beautiful and good to him, irresistible.
And more than once, as Pastor David prayed to Satan while masturbating to satanic porn, he asked Satan to drag him to the deepest pits of pleasure. At the time, it felt poetic. But in a strange woman’s hotel room, it felt like an answered prayer.
She moved down and unzipped David’s pants—the pastor’s boxers were damp from leaking precum. She lowered them and took David’s fully erect cock into her mouth and began giving David a blowjob to rival all blowjobs. His wife was too prim and proper to do such a thing, so the few he had gotten were in massage parlors. But this was the most incredi —
“UUNNGGHH!”
He shot his load into her mouth. She smiled as she looked into his eyes from his crotch.
She returned to his mouth and, with his cum still on her lips, she kissed David. This was the most passionate kiss he had ever had. He wanted it never to end.
But he knew he had to pleasure her, too, and he wanted to. So Pastor David moved to her neck, her tits, her stomach, her hips … but when he pulled down this siren’s silk panties, she had a cock!
He knew he was drunk, but, fuck, this was a cock. He had more than once masturbated to gay porn, but he never imagined actually sucking a cock.
He wasn’t attracted to men. At all. Cock, sort of, but not men.
She didn’t look like a man, though. She looked, smelled, and acted like a woman. A beautiful, goddamn, sexy-as-hell woman.
He couldn’t believe it, and Pastor David’s breath hitched as his lips parted around her — no, his — length, the unfamiliar heat and weight pressing against his tongue. The taste was musky but perfumery, nothing as he imagined.
His pulse hammered in his throat as he hesitated, torn between shock and dark pleasure.
Her — his — fingers tightened in David’s hair, guiding him deeper into a sinfully delicious rhythm.
“That’s it,” the stranger moaned, voice rougher, less disguised.
The stranger’s breath became primal, and hips rolled forward in shallow thrusts against David’s tongue.
A choked moan escaped his — her —lips, fingers pulling David’s hair as the rhythm stuttered. David felt the first pulse hit his tongue and then another, but he didn’t pull away, couldn’t pull away. He continued until his new friend’s body relaxed.
This time it was the pastor’s turn to kiss with the taste of cum on his breath. And he did, with full knowledge of what was between her legs, he kissed the stranger as if they were familiar lovers.
He didn’t know where it came from; it certainly wasn’t planned.
“Hail Satan!” he pulled away enough to say.
The stranger, as if her response was part of the script.
“Hail Satan,” she answered.
And David could’ve sworn he saw something in her eyes and smile that was … not of this world.
But that must have just been the vodka. He was, after all, still nursing a nice buzz.
Pastor David came to town for prayer and spiritual awakening. He received both, just to and from a different God.
The next morning, as the gathering of pastors and church workers sang, “Amazing Grace.” David couldn’t help but smile and sing a little louder on the words …
“I once was lost, but now am found, was blind, but now I see,” because Pastor David was forever and irrevocably changed.
THE END?