Pastor David 2 by BoudreauxT

Writer: BoudreauxT

Subject: Pastor David 2

Link: LS666 Email / 24.12.2023

Pastor David 2

Pastor David was always an exemplary churchman. His track record was solid and long. But one day when he was home alone, he “accidentally” landed on a porn site. And even though he knew better, he explored the pictures and videos, you know, so he’d have a better understanding of what men in his church were struggling with.

His cock, though, like any male’s, responded predictably to the porn. And like any male, he gratified himself. Twice actually. But the pastor asked God’s forgiveness and repented. He promised to never do that again.

That “accident,” however, somehow happened again, and again, each time taking him to other, darker sites that led him to even more depraved sites. We all know how that works. At some point, he stumbled onto blasphemy porn. He was abhorred, offended, deeply uncomfortable … but instantly addicted.

He soon found himself chanting back almost hypnotically what the satanic sirens said as they told him to stroke his dick and offer his cum to Satan. It was bad, so bad, but that’s why it felt so good.

The first time Pastor David spoke to the Dark Lord as he came, he was so ashamed. He couldn’t believe what he had done and begged God’s forgiveness. He swore he’d never do that again. But he didn’t stay away long. Something about the darkness was irresistible.

And the darkness was changing him.

He was masturbating to fantasies that he couldn’t believe turned him on. Chicks with dicks, incest, and (he hated himself for this) even tender forbidden fruit. He was increasingly jacking off imagining those taboo juices on his tongue — what kind of evil pervert was he becoming?

“Oh God, help me,” he bemoaned.

But God was silent. Was he mad? Was he giving the pastor the silent treatment Was he even there at all?

The darkness was changing the pastor.

Pastor David continued his pastoral duties, of course, but darkness had crept into his heart … and the pastor welcomed it.

Pastor David visited a family in the community to spread the word about God and his church. He told the man, his wife, and their preteen daughter the benefits of following Jesus and joining their church. He answered their questions and prayed with them. All things a normal pastor would do.

But David was no longer a normal pastor.

“May I use your restroom?” Pastor David asked the couple.

What seemed like an ordinary request, though, was something else. The pastor didn’t need to use the bathroom; he wanted to dig through the dirty clothes hamper in search of gold — that little girl’s panties.

When David was young “Davey”, he discovered the effect his younger sister’s dirty panties had on his adolescent boy cock. Nothing made him instantly horny like the feral scent of little cunt and crack. And paired this with “Hustler” magazines from his Dad’s secret stash. Panties and porn were a special kind of magic for Davey.

Pastor David had long repressed those memories and desires. But darkness unlocked doors the pastor’s faith and ministry had guarded for more than forty years. That lock, though, was now shattered. And those memories, the goodness of giving into sin, flooded into David’s soul like a river from hell.

And now Pastor David was invasively digging through dirty clothes looking for—“There they are,” the shepherd with an ever-darkening heart whispered as he lifted a pair of pink panties with blue trim and teddy bears printed on the front out and sniffed the crotch.

He licked them deeply, taking in the taste of heaven.

“Mmm, yes!” he said as he stuffed them into his pocket.

He washed his hands and walked back to where the family was sitting.

Pastor David thanked the family again and told them he hoped to see them Sunday. And with her scent still in his nose and her taste still on his tongue.

“Especially you, young lady,” he said.

She giggled as the pastor lusted.

Pastor David drove to his office before going home. It was late but he had something to do. Pastor David went into the dark sanctuary, beneath the cross, put in his earbuds, and listened to hypnotic satanic chants.

He took the panties out of his pocket and stretched them onto his head, making sure the crotch was perfectly aligned with his nose and mouth. And he stroked and stroked and stroked. In his mind and heart, he was committing unspeakable evil …and the orgasm was glorious.

When he finished, he removed the panties and pulled up his pants. He found his way through the darkness to his office, where he reached up to his shelf and took down a thick Bible, the coffee table kind.

When he opened up the Bible, the inside had been carved out like ice cream scooped out of a tub. And Pastor David put the new panties inside the Bible … with the others.

THE END