Blasphemeral Pleasures by Zaman – Non-Fiction

Writer: Zaman

Subject: Blasphemeral Pleasures

Link: MEWE / 26.06.2021 / Crucifix Pleasures

Blasphemeral Pleasures

When the pastor unzipped his fly he felt so sure of his place. Another christian wife to use. Another member of his flock into whom he could spend his seed. He had his first misgivings when the tip of his cock touched her tongue. By the time she gave him a half-wink as she suckled his swollen head, he knew he was lost – that he would do anything — ANYTHING to feel her lips around his shaft again and again.

By the time he spent himself inside her wet warm mouth he had cursed the name of god, screaming “Fuck god! Fuck christ!” — despite her never saying a word. He simply knew it was what she required. By the time she delicately wiped her mouth with a well-manicured finger, he knew the price was higher still. And knew that he would happily pay it only to know her favor again.

She took him by his softening cock and led him to a table where lay the bible and a crucifix. The same gleam was in her eyes (so much more compelling than a smile) as she drew him closer and kissed him. As her tongue darted between his lips, he felt his cum stream out of her mouth and into his own. His mouth full of his own slippery jism, he found he couldn’t look away from her hypnotic eyes.

When her eyes left his and looked to the crucifix and the bible, he knew what was required. Without hesitation he spit his cum all over his holy book and the symbol he thought he had revered. Her eyes were somehow able to be demure even as they radiated the arrogance of possession and control.

Some small part of him was shocked to feel his cock begin to swell at the sight of his cum and spit dousing the little figure of jesus on the cross. That same deep tiny part of him was horrified at how easily he now reviled everything he thought he cared about — all for the sake of that artisan cock-whore’s delightful silent mouth – and for those glittering eyes