The Small Town Preacher’s Wife

by Bestiality Stories

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By jetsons (edited).

 

Prologue

I honestly don’t know how it all got started!

I’m a black woman, married to a Baptist Pastor and I’ve had a happy life, or at least I thought I did.

My husband and I got married at a late age, he was twenty-nine and I a year younger. I had never even imagined getting married to anyone, let alone a Pastor, but you know that life has a way of changing things and that’s what happened to me.

Wilson and I were attending an after graduation party at the college we both attended. He’s graduated third in class and I was close behind, at sixth. While we didn’t have perfect four-point-zero grades, we both graduated with honours. Wilson was just twenty-three and headed to Seminary in Oklahoma. I had a major in business and was already accepted at a huge chain store, as a manager trainee, and I was looking forward to getting started with my working life.

As I’ve already stated, I’m a black woman, with my skin the shade of mocha, which I love. Not too black and not too light! I stand just over five and a half feet tall and weigh (You didn’t actually think I’d tell you how much I weigh, did you?). I keep my hair short and close to my scalp, which I’ve done my entire adult life. I was never into the long hair thing and I simply detest corn rows or braiding or extensions! To me they make a person look out of place. Besides that, it’s easier to keep my hair and scalp clean that way. I tend to dress sensibly and never wear too much make-up, either. I’ve been told I could have been a model if I’d chosen that profession, but I don’t really like displaying myself in that fashion.

Wilson stands just over six feet tall and weighs almost two-hundred pounds. He’s light complexioned and also keeps his hair short. He once told me that he’d shaved his head one time, but the razor burn and the nicks and cuts quickly changed his mind. He has a moustache and goatee and is quite handsome, in his own way.

Anyway, Wilson and I danced most of the night and when it was time for the party to end he asked if he could take me home.

I accepted quickly. I really didn’t want to lose his company that night.

I didn’t realize it right then, but the beginning of ‘Love at First Sight‘ was starting to run rampant throughout my body and soul.

We got married two-weeks after Wilson finished Seminary, and we moved to Sweet Tea, Mississippi, where he is to Pastor his first church. Yes, there is such a place as Sweet Tea, Mississippi. Grace Solid Rock Baptist Church had interviewed him before he finished and once they’d invited him, he gave it some thought and then accepted – after we talked it over that is. The one thing we did in the early stages of our marriage was to discuss everything with each other.

*****

Wilson’s First Church!

Sweet Tea, in the Mississippi Delta, is where Wilson got his first job as a Pastor. It’s in the north-west corner of the state and the Mississippi River runs along the western side of “The Delta”. Poverty is quite rampant there. Now don’t get me wrong, the wealthy live there too, but the poor outnumber the wealthy by a big margin. The city is also about ninety-six percent African-American.

Our first Sunday at the church is something I’ll never forget.

The people kept coming in and before I knew it the place was literally packed to the rafters! Seriously, it was ‘standing room only’ that first Sunday and Wilson gave a great sermon and we didn’t get out of there until long after three that afternoon and then it was a ‘meal on the grounds’ and we got to meet most of the congregation as we ate. That food is some of the best I’ve ever eaten and I think most of the people left there will full stomachs and plenty of leftovers to last until the end of the following week.

Our first month of Sundays saw a full house each service and those services always lasted until early afternoon, with the latest we stayed in at close to four in the afternoon. The collections each and every Sunday exceeded our expectations and all the cash went directly into the bank account and it was used for church improvements, missionary help and for Wilson’s salary, which wasn’t much at that time. He did get a substantial ‘raise’ after his first six months though, and we were happy for it. It enabled us to finally put a down payment on a small house and get out of that apartment. By the end of our first year we were completely settled in at the new house and finally beginning to catch our breaths. The first hectic year, but we loved each and every moment of it.

For some reason we were having trouble conceiving a child. I made an appointment to see my doctor and found out that I couldn’t have kids. It nearly killed me! I wanted kids so bad and now I couldn’t. We talked about adoption, but decided it wasn’t the right thing to do. If the Lord had wanted me to have kids he’d have let me have them the natural way. After talking about this for a couple of months and doing a lot of praying, we both came to the decision that we wouldn’t adopt. We live our lives with just the two of us to keep each other company.

I fell in love with him all over again. He’s so supportive and we never argued about anything, always talking things over. Even when I thought I’d go into a depression with not being able to get pregnant, he stayed right there and was very supportive.

I had truly found the man of my dreams and felt quite happy. Life had turned out nice, and we praised the Lord for his many blessings.

*****

Pastoral Care

One day, I found myself out in the rural neighbourhood on my weekly visits for the church when I came to a house with a name I didn’t recognise. The name on the mailbox said Walters and as much as I looked I couldn’t find that name on our membership list. I decided to check the list for our prayer requests and finally found it. The name listed was Mary Walters. Several of the congregation have asked to place her on the prayer list with no reason given. I parked in her drive and approached the house.

As I got up on the front porch and about to knock on the door, I heard the following, “Get out of here, you bastard! Don’t you ever come back here again or I’ll call the cops!”

The door burst open and an older black man ran out, down the steps and disappeared around the corner of the house.

I stood there, a look of shock on my face. The man had almost run over me. He’d never seen me standing there. It took me a moment to realise that someone was talking to me, I was shaking so much.

“I said… Can I help you?” Came a gruff female voice.

I turned around and saw an older black woman – probably in her late sixties – standing in the open doorway, barely dressed with her ragged blouse just barely covering her massive chest, and no bras visible. I felt embarrassed for her.

“Can I help you, Miss?” Came the question once more.

“Err, sorry… That man gave me a start,” I said.

“Sorry ’bout that, but that bastard needs to listen to what I tell him,” she said with a pronounced scowl on her face.

She sounded well-educated for a woman of her age, and I instantly regretted the thought. I had no right to prejudge someone I’d just met.

I introduced myself to her. “Men never listen,” I said and smiled at her. I held out my hand, and said, “I’m Mrs. Potter. My husband’s the new Baptist Pastor in town. I just stopped by to introduce myself, and to invite you to our service on Sunday.”

She stared at me like I suddenly had a third eye in the middle of my forehead. Then she laughed! I just stood there, not knowing what else to do. She continued to laugh. “That’s funny, lady. Do you know who I am?”

Obviously I didn’t.

“I’ve had Pastor’s wives visit me plenty of times in the past twenty-years, but never had any make me laugh like that. Would you like to come in for a bit, and get out of this hot sun?”

I accepted her invitation and wondered if I’d regret it.

*****

She ushered me into her living room and then directed me to the sofa. She took a seat opposite me and made herself comfortable. “Can I offer you something to drink?” Mary asked.

“No, thank you. I’m fine.”

She half nodded and shrugged. “OK… Mrs. Potter, what can I do for you exactly?” She shifted slightly as she spoke, slowly directing her body so that it was directly in front of me. “I’m going to get some water. You sure you won’t have any?”

“Well, I guess a bit of water would be nice. Thank you.”

She seems nice enough, I thought looking around the stuffy living room. It didn’t look (or smell) as if the housework is her major concern. The furniture looked old and tattered, some faded B&W pictures hung in frames on the walls of people smiling. A few minutes later she returned and handed me a glass full of ice and water. I took a sip and noticed it had a sweet taste to it.

I guess she saw my reaction, because she said, “Don’t worry about the taste. I’m on a private well and it’s always tastes like that.”

I finished the glass, setting it down on the end table and then directed my attention once again to her. For the first time I noticed that she’d changed into something else while she’d been gone. Now, instead of the baggy blouse and worn shorts, she had on a tighter shirt and her pants were also shorter revealing more of her legs, which for some reason I noticed that they looked freshly shaved. Now why would I notice that, I wondered?

As I adjusted my body on the sofa a bit of dizziness came upon me and I think I dipped to one side for a moment. “Are you alright, Mrs. Potter?” I heard.

“Yes… Just some dizziness. I’ll be fine in a minute,” I said hearing a slur in my voice.

When I looked at her I noticed her image seemed a bit blurry and, before I could do anything, I slumped to the side of the sofa, my head hitting the softer arm.

The next thing I knew she was standing over me, asking, “Are you OK, Missus Pee?”

I tried to answer her, but it felt like my mouth had been suddenly filled with cotton. After a couple of minutes the blurriness disappeared, but I couldn’t move anything. I started to panic. From the sly smile on her face I knew she’d done something to me, but I still didn’t know what.

“You’re gonna be fine, dear,” she said. “I’ve just given you something to help you relax so that you’ll be ready.” She laughed as she moved out of the range of my sight. I could still hear her though, and she continued, “Someone in this city has taken a liking to you, Mrs. Potter, and they asked me to help them get to know you. At first, I didn’t want anything to do with it, but after they explained it to me, I gladly decided to join in.

She continued, “It seems you’ve made some acquaintances with people who may not fit into your congregation and some of the rest of your flock want me to help you to see the light… So to speak.”

She laughed once again. Then she said something that totally surprised me and made me want to vomit. “I’m sure you and the Reverend have a wonderful sex life, right?”

I still couldn’t speak. All I could do is listen. I couldn’t even nod or shake my head.

“Well, a certain woman has taken a special liking to your husband and wants me to help her get him. In a few minutes, we’re gonna have some company, and then we’re gonna have some fun. Well, at least I’m gonna have some fun.”

She leaned over me and began to unbutton my blouse and soon pulled it off, one arm at a time, until it was lying on the floor. Next she started unzipping my skirt (I never wear pants), and soon was shifting it from side to side to slip it out from under my hips. Eventually, she got them out from under me and laid them on the floor besides my blouse. She grabbed my hands and pulled me to a sitting position, then unsnapped the back of my bra and removed it as well. My panties stayed on me.

She sat opposite me once again and just stared at me, not saying a thing.

*****

The Unknown Rival.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard the front door shut and into the room came a small black woman. I’d seen her at church on numerous occasions. She constantly flirted with my husband and, even though he refused to be drawn into her affections, she continued to flirt with him every Sunday.

Her name is Miriam Spencer.

“I see you’ve gotten her ready,” Miriam said to Mary sitting opposite me.

“Just like you wanted,” Mary said, and smiled.

“Good. You can go get the truck. Take her car, so no one sees it here. We’ll need to move her as soon as it’s dark.”

“OK, Miri.”

“Is the room set-up, as I asked?”

Mary nodded. “Yep. Jerome fixed it just like you said.”

“Good! Now get out of here and let me get the bitch ready,” Miriam barked at the older woman.

Mary moved from my line of sight and I heard the door close as she left. Is she leaving in the nude, I wondered. What a weird woman. I had no idea what Miriam had planned for me, but I shuddered inside, instinctively knowing it isn’t going to be good. I prayed.

Miriam looked at me for a moment after Mary had left. Her eyes radiated a happiness I couldn’t understand. Eventually, she said in a sweet southern voice, “Mrs. Potter, I suspect you know who I am by now.”

She looked at me like she expected me to acknowledge her statement, suddenly frowning as she remembered I couldn’t talk.

“I’ve had my eye on your husband since the first time I saw him at Seminary,” she said. “Bet you didn’t know we graduated together. I thought he’d come here single, which is how I planned it. Imagine my utter heartbreak when I found out he’s now happily married… To you.”

Her face screwed up like she wanted to spit something foul out of her mouth. “You see, I’ve done my best over the last couple of years at Seminary to get his attention, but apparently he only had eyes for you. So, I’ve decided that you’re gonna change his mind for me. You’re gonna make him fall right into my loving arms.”

I felt aghast at what she’d said. How in the world could she force him to choose her over me, I wondered? I had no idea. And why would a woman be so bent on getting my husband that she’d do something like this to me? Again, I had no idea. I decided to resist her as much as I could. I wasn’t about to let her destroy my marriage.

“Mary gave you a powerful sedative and a drug that will have you doing whatever I tell you to do. You might fight it at first, but eventually you’ll give in and do anything I want you to. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming for a cock every time you get an itch between your legs. You’ll crave fucking a cock, sucking a cock, and it won’t matter what that cock’s attached to, either. As I do all this I’ll also be filming you. Can’t just tell your dear hubby that you’re doing all those nasty things and have no proof to back it up with, now can I?

“Are you ready to get started?”

Suddenly, I felt very scared.

Miriam left the room for a few minutes and when she returned, she had a pair of scissors in her hand, which she used to cut out the crotch of my panties. Next she produced a razor and dry-shaved my vagina. It hurt like hell, but I could do nothing about it. I couldn’t even scream when she accidentally cut me. I could feel the blood trickle down my vagina though, and it sent shivers throughout my body.

She stood up and began to get undressed. With no underwear on, it didn’t take long before she stood naked in front of me. Her body looked beautiful, and I found myself wondering why I liked what I saw. I surmised that she stood just a little bit taller than me. Her breasts are smallish with small nipples, and they didn’t stand out too far. Her skin is about the shade of mine and she wore her hair slightly longer than me. Her vagina is also shaved, and I could see a glistening coming from around her lips. Apparently she’s quite aroused about what she’s going to do, and I still had no indication of just what that is.

She got on her knees, in front of me, pushed my legs open and planted her mouth on my slit. She probed me with her tongue and eventually settled on my clitoris, drawing it into her mouth and lavishing it with some skill. All I could do is lay there, unable to resist and unable to push her away. I found myself soon responding to the treatment administered to me, and I felt my juices begin to flow, against my will. Damn, she’s good at this, I thought. Wilson has never eaten me out this good. If I could have bucked my hips, I’d have been pushing them into her face, practically begging for more oral attention.

Suddenly, she did something totally unexpected.

She pushed a couple of her fingers into my ass. If I could’ve jumped and screamed, I would have. It hurt like hell. I’ve never been violated back there before and was unsure of what’s going to happen next. I felt movement as she shoved two fingers deeper into my anal passage, all the while sucking on my clitoris and probing deeper and deeper with her tongue. I couldn’t believe just how good those oral ministrations felt and pretty soon even her fingers began to feel good as well.

After ten minutes of eating me out, she got up, crossed the room, dug into her purse, and returned. She held a huge vibrator in her hand. It must have been at least twelve inches long and about seven inches around. She also had a bottle of Aqua-Glide in her other hand and she opened it and smeared a bit on the vibrator. She came back to the sofa, got to her knees once more, and shoved that thing all the way into my vagina in one quick movement. It hurt like heck at first, but after a while, after adding more lube when she pulled it out, the pain became replaced with pleasure and I found myself liking it more and more.

This lasted for about an hour, and she pulled it out and redirected it to my anus, adding more lube and pushing it into me. I tried to resist, but I could clench my sphincter muscles and she was able to push it in with almost no resistance. Once again, she added more lube as she worked it in and out of me and after about another hour I found that it didn’t hurt anymore. I was actually beginning to enjoy it.

Mary returned sometime later, I had no idea now long, but it seemed like hours. I couldn’t believe that Miriam had spent all that time working my vagina and ass with the vibrator, fingers, and tongue. Mary immediately got undressed. She started to pull the tight shirt over her head, revealing her breasts. They’re enormous! Easily a pair of the biggest breasts I’ve ever seen.

Not that I’ve seen a lot, that is. Her nipples stood out at least an inch and a half from her areolas, which were just darker than her skin. They seemed to sag to her waist, but I knew that wasn’t possible, as they still seemed to have a firmness to them, even though they were so large. When she moved, they jiggled. Next she removed her shorts, revealing that she also wore no panties. Her pubic area completely shaved like Miriam’s. Her vaginal lips hung below her slit like hamburger buns.

Mary used her mouth on me, as Miriam had. When she seemed to have had enough, the two of them got dressed, picked me up, and took me outside. Night time had arrived and I worried about Wilson, who would be wondering where I am by now. They put me in the back of a pick-up truck, and covered me with a tarpaulin. We drove for what felt a long time, with many bumps I couldn’t brace myself for due to the drugs they’d given me.

Eventually, the truck stopped and some strange men pulled the tarp off and roughly carried me inside to a room, dumping me on the bed. The two ladies entered the room, shutting the door behind them, and undressed again. Miriam began to eat me out again, only now I watched as Mary got on the bed, stood over me, and then lowered herself directly over my face.

I still couldn’t move, so all I could do is lay there and let her smear her soaked vagina all over me, letting me taste her juices as they dripped into my slack mouth. She reached down and pulled my mouth open more, and her juices began to drip into my mouth, soon filling me up. Unable to swallow, I thought I’m going to drown from the wetness slowly filling my mouth. She pulled her fingers away and turned my head, allowing those accumulated juices to slowly drain out of me, leaving me with the taste of her vagina in my mouth. I surprised myself by not vomiting, really surprised myself because it didn’t taste great.

*****

I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is finding my arms and legs tied to the bed posts. I could now move a bit – so apparently the drugs had worn off – but the restraints restricted me greatly. I tried to get loose, but it was no use. Miriam and Mary appeared at the foot of the bed, both with huge smiles on their faces. They were naked.

“Now, it’s time to see how well you can eat a pussy,” Mary said.

This time Miriam got on the bed and lowered her crotch to my face. I tried to turn my head, but she grabbed me and held me. “You’ll do this or you’ll be punished. Do I make myself clear?” Miriam shouted at me.

I still refused to open my mouth.

Then a searing pain got my attention as Mary used her hand and slapped me on my thigh. “It’ll only get worse if you don’t do what I tell ya,” Miriam said.

I got slapped again, this time on my other thigh. I got the message and opened my mouth. Miriam lowered herself on my face and I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, making contact with her. Apparently she’s ready, as her juices were flowing into my mouth immediately, and I didn’t even so much as begin to lick or suck. “Suck me, Mrs. Potter. SUCK ME!”

I did as I was ordered while Miriam sat on my face for a long time enjoying it. She shuddered through multiple orgasms and almost drowned me with all those constantly flowing juices, but I soon began to enjoy it and before long I licked and sucked without having to be told or slapped.

The whole time this happened, Mary is between my legs, eating me out and leading me to multiple climaxes as well. By the time they were done with me, I felt so tired that I fell into a deep sleep. I had no dreams that night, I was out like a light and I have no idea of how long I stayed that way.

*****

I woke up the next morning and realised that I was not alone on the bed.

Turning my head to my right, I came face-to-face with a true black man. I mean his skin was a shade of ebony that almost made him look purple instead of black. He was smiling at me, his teeth a bright white against his black face. He looked clean shaven – head and face – and quite big. I estimated he weighed about two-hundred and fifty pounds, and appeared to be quite muscular.

“Hello, sleepyhead. Did you get enough rest? I hope so, because you and I are gonna have a great time today,” he said in a very deep voice

When he got out of the bed and stood, I found him totally naked. His skin glistened, like he’d oiled it. I moved my head to get a look at his body, starting at his bald head and going south until I found his manhood, and I do mean MANHOOD! I guess he’s larger than the vibrator Miriam used on me the day before, or was it two days ago? I couldn’t remember how long I’d been here, and he’s already quite hard. His manhood’s head looked covered with what I’d later find out is his foreskin. Wilson (my husband) is cut, or at least that’s what he told me, and I’ve never seen an uncut penis before. Now that I had seen one, I wondered what the difference would be once he put it inside me.

*****


*****

“I’m going to fuck you… You know… That’s what I’m getting paid to do here… Fuck you good and proper,” he said as if he wanted to taunt me.

Why does he have to use such a vulgar word like that, I wondered. “Please… Help me outta here and I’ll see you get more than they paid you,” I begged.

He laughed. “Before I fuck your beautiful pussy,” he said, ignoring me, and using another vulgar word, “I’m gonna see how well you can suck a cock!”

Suck him! I’ve never even done that for my husband, I thought. “That thing will never fit in my mouth. I’ll have a hard enough time getting it… Down there… Much less in my mouth, I said.

“Yeah, I know it looks impossible, but by the time we’re through you’ll not only get it all in your mouth, I’ll also be stuffing it down your throat and giving you a deposit directly into your gut.”

He leered at me. No way, I thought. I shook my head, saying, “Nobody could do that, mister, nobody.”

He climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, with his huge, hanging testicles laying on my breasts, his penis just in front of my closed mouth.

“Open up, slut.”

I refused.

“You don’t want me to get Mary or Miriam in here, do you?”

Of course I didn’t. I knew what would happen if they did. So I opened my mouth and let him slip the foreskin-covered head of his penis inside. “Now close your mouth and start using your tongue, like a good bitch.”

I did as he asked.

“Now, suck it.”

I did.

“That’s a good slut. Pretty soon I won’t have to tell you anything. You’ll see my cock and beg me to let you suck me off and swallow all my jizz.”

Never, I thought.

Once I began to suck on it, he started moving back and forth allowing his penis to slide in and out of my mouth. Before long he took longer, and longer, strokes and I began to wonder if I’m going to choke on it. My gag reflex never kicked in, though, and pretty soon he did indeed get most of his huge organ deep down my throat. This surprised me, and I wondered if he was right about me being able to take the entire length of his engorged cock down my throat. Again, I prayed to the Lord for help from this nightmare.

After a while I noticed a strong taste in my mouth and realised it was his pre-cum. He’s leaking seminal fluids into my mouth and I’m slowly sucking it down, much like sucking a soda through a straw, albeit a mighty large and meaty straw. I almost laughed to myself, but decided not to. I didn’t want to let on that I’m starting to enjoy sucking this man’s penis.

“Suck my balls,” he suddenly ordered me, as he pulled out and moved further up onto my face.

His massive balls are now directly over my mouth and so I stuck out my tongue and licked them for the first time. Like his head and face they were shaved, so I didn’t have to worry about getting hair stuck in my throat or rubbing my tongue raw on any stubble. So much for the ‘little things’, I thought.

Eventually I took one and then the other into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue. I could only get about half of them in my mouth at any one time, but it was enough to make him squirm and moan with pleasure. It didn’t taste great, sweaty ball sacks are not my thing, but I’ll admit I was getting turned on by hearing just how good I made him feel. I pulled off his testicles and took his penis into my mouth again. Just as I started to lick around the inside of his foreskin I felt him tense up and then a huge shot of his cum entered my mouth, causing me to choke and cough.

It had totally surprised me, so I made some quick adjustments and was able to get most of that first shot swallowed. However, just as soon as I did the second, third, and fourth shots came out and some of it dribbled down my chin and my throat. I swallowed what I could and never let his penis leave my mouth. Once that last shot was made I felt proud of myself for taking most of it.

“Not bad, for a first timer,” I heard him say. “Now scoop up what you missed and swallow it, too.”

I did what he asked and ran my fingers over my throat and collected what I could, and licked them clean.

“Good girl,” he said.

For some reason I felt proud to hear him tell me that. Perhaps I am turning into a slut, I thought. Only two or three days and I’m already beginning to enjoy all this attention.

We fucked all day, and I have to admit I had a wonderful time. Eventually, I was able to get his whole cock into my vagina and ass without any pain, even though at times it the pain was excruciating. Especially when I did anal with him. By the end of the day I was also able to take his penis all the way down my throat until my nose touched his abdomen, without feeling like I’m going to be sick.

That day ended with me sore all over and wondering what was going to happen next. I also began to wonder what Wilson (my husband) is doing in my absence. He must be worried sick about me, the poor man. I fell asleep and once again had a dreamless night.

*****

All Creatures Great and Small!

This time when I woke up I realised I was no longer tied to the bed. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I could get up, stretch, and walk around the room. The door, when I tried it, was locked. The windows were also locked, and I noticed they’d also been nailed into place, so there’s no way I could get them open and escape. I walked around the room a while, getting used to being able to move around. I took in the room, now that I could get a good look at it.

There’s the bed, an old iron one, a side table made of wood with a glass of water on it on a lace doily, the door, and one window with a ratty pink curtain. The floor did have carpet on it, so at least my feet weren’t cold.

I’m still naked, though, luckily the room felt warm.

Surprisingly, I had no bruises. Sure, I’m sore, but nothing visible appeared to show anything had happened to me. No bite marks on my breasts, or the lower parts of my body. Then I thought, Well, as best as I can remember, no-one used their mouth on me except those women, and neither one actually bit me. Then I remembered the slaps to my outer thighs and looked at them, but there’s nothing to see there, either.

I went over and without thinking, swallowed the water in one or two gulps. I felt very thirsty and my mouth tasted awful. After a couple of minutes I began to feel the onset of dizziness again, and I barely made it back to the bed before my eyes closed and the world turned black.

When I next opened my eyes, I felt something between my legs licking me, and getting me hot. Again, I couldn’t move anything except my head. I looked at the posts and saw that I wasn’t tied, I’d been drugged once more. I looked down my body, between my legs, and screamed!

There, I saw a huge dog’s head down between my legs, licking my vagina, and causing me to shiver with excitement.

“Good morning, Mrs. Potter,” came Miriam’s voice.

I looked around, but she isn’t in the room. I noticed speakers mounted in the roof. I didn’t see them before, now I’m looking up at the ceiling from the bed so they were obvious.

“There’s a dog between your legs, his name is ‘Brutus’. Brutus is a Great Dane who has been specially trained to mate with human bitches, like you,” Miriam’s voice said from the speakers.

The shock must have registered on my face and I wondered if there’s also hidden cameras in this room. I’m pretty sure there is, but I couldn’t find them. I didn’t even know what they’d look like if I could locate them.

Miriam continued, “Brutus will be taking care of you today. The drink you had earlier is a hypnotic solution. Once it’s completely circulated throughout your body, you’ll do anything I tell you. I can even make you to enjoy it, and you won’t be able to resist. Now just lay there and enjoy the oral ministrations of Brutus, because very shortly you’ll also be enjoying his canine cock.”

Apparently, the drugs used to immobilise me were wearing off and I began to feel my body moving to the ministrations of the beast’s tongue. He hit all the ‘right spots’ with it, and even dragging it along my clitoris causing sparks of excitement to jolt through my body. I couldn’t control the feelings, and my body reacted as if by itself. I had no control of my actions, and could only lay there and endure the sensations raking through my loins. I prayed again for the Lord’s help, but the pleasure proved too much.

Suddenly, Brutus stopped and stepped back.

“Mrs. Potter,” I heard Mary’s voice, “It’s time to get out of bed.”

I got up.

“Now, urge Brutus to lay down. Pet him, and get him to feel at ease.”

I did that too. I got closer to him and patted his huge head and talked lightly to him, doing my best to get him to lay on the floor.

“Once he’s lying down, you’re going to rub his tummy and slowly move your hand down toward his sheath. Once there, you’ll massage his sheath until his cock is exposed and you’ll continue to rub it until it’s completely hard.”

Again, I did as I was being told to do. I stroked his sheath and in no time his cock was fully hard, right down to the knot coming out in the open air.

“Now lean forward and take his cock into your mouth and suck him off,” Mary ordered over the speakers.

SUCK HIM OFF, my mind flipped! Is she out of her ever loving mind? Suck him off? I’m not his bitch, to be used as they please. However, I found myself doing just that, leaning forward, opening my mouth, and taking his tangy canine cock into my mouth and suck it for him.

“That’s great, Mrs. Potter. Suck his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Take it as deep into your mouth as you did Jerry’s big cock. Feel his pointed member spear your throat and wonder how good his cum is going to taste once he shoots it all into your mouth.”

My mind was completely occupied with deep-throating Brutus’s big dog cock, taking him as far into my mouth and down my throat as I could. I reached back and began to massage his balls, doing my best to get him to fill my mouth. After about ten minutes he did just that. He humped my mouth and began to spurt his hot watery jizz down my throat. The eruptions, and that’s the only way I can describe them, soon filled my mouth, causing me to choke. At one time, I even had some running out of my nose, and yet I enjoyed what I’m doing and practically sucked as much of his jizz out of his balls as I could get. I squeezed his balls as much as I dared without actually hurting him, trying to milk as much of his juices out of them as I could.

Once he was done he got up and went to the other side of the room and began to lick himself clean. I actually wished it was me cleaning him!

WHAT? Where in the hell did that thought come from, I thought? Had I really thought such a wicked and sinful thing?

Of course I had, so I prayed again falling asleep as I did.

*****

When I opened my eyes the next time I jumped as the room is now occupied by six well-endowed men, coloured and white. All were sporting big hard-on’s and were clearly ready for some action. I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned the closest one to come over.

A white man with an eight-inch, foreskin covered erection, moved closer and when he got near I grabbed his cock and stuffed it into my mouth. She massaged his balls while she sucked, peeling the foreskin back with each movement of her head and wrapping her tongue around the cockhead and sucking for all she’s worth. Once he shot his load down her throat, she motioned for the next one, a black man with another uncut erection to get over there and she also sucked him dry.

This went on until all six of them had unloaded into her mouth and throat, and by the time she finished with the last one, the first was hard again and she felt ready for a good fucking. She got up, turned around, leaned forward with her upper body on the mattress and motioned for him to get over there and stuff her vagina with his erection. Then she motioned for the second one to get on the bed with her and she deep throated him once more.

After she finished with those two, she had another of the hugely endowed black men lay on the bed before she climbed onto him and lowered her body onto his erection. Then one of the other white men got on with them and proceeded to stick his ten-inch erection into her asshole. They both fucked her until they too were drained and pulled out. Once that happened, they were replaced by two more, and the afternoon continued like this until all six had been fucked and sucked multiple times.

*****

The Best Laid Plans of Mice & Miriam

Mary had never seen Miriam so angry. She’d come in, slammed the door, and retreated to the ‘control room’ without saying a word. Now she sat at the console, watching the scene in front of her. Mrs. Potter servicing two Great Danes. One wildly fucking her, while she sucked the cock of the other. Miriam had turned the Pastor’s Wife into a cock slut, which was her plan the entire time. She hoped by proving Mrs. Potter is a cock whore, he’d leave her and choose her. They’d live happily ever after.

The only problem is Reverend Potter didn’t believe it when he found the evidence of his wife’s recent activities ‘accidentally’. Miriam had planted the videos of her sexual exploits so Wilson would know what his wife had been up to for the past week. However, he remained unmoved, telling the Police that he knew his wife and the only way she’d do something so horrible is if she had been forced. Instead, he called a prayer meeting to summons supernatural help to free his wife from these evil people. Whoever they are.

The congregation came in their hundreds, even people from other churches, and from other towns. As word spread of this horrible crime, every good Christian came to offer support to Reverend Potter. His brave face appeared on TV, begging for her return, offering her captor’s forgiveness as only the Lord can offer. The brave, godly man inspired the nation too, and soon people showed up from all over. To pray for Mrs. Potter, her husband, and the souls of the evil people behind this kidnapping. They prayed for a miracle.

Miriam suddenly found she couldn’t get within two-hundred feet of him. Yes, Miriam is very, very, VERY angry at the moment.

Mrs. Potter remained completely wrapped up in what’s happening to her as Miriam watched in disgust, oblivious to how the nation is reacting to her capture. If she was forced to admit it, she probably didn’t care either. All she wanted is cock, all the cock she could get, and from anything – man or beast!

Brutus knotted her with a baseball sized knot, and she just sucked-off the other Great Dane, Black Boy, and swallowed all his tangy cum. Still, she felt no remorse for what she’d done. Instead, she wanted more. As she waited for Brutus’s knot to subside, she wished she had another dick to ease the need she felt. Instead, she rocked on Brutus’s big cock and squeezed it with her vagina, getting herself off again. God, I love how he feels in my cunt, she thought as she came again.

As she watched Mrs. Potter, Miriam came to a decision. Not a decision she particularly liked, but in the end she knew had little choice.

*****

All Good Things…

When Mrs. Potter woke the next day her clothing, the same she’d worn the day all of this started, lay on the chair beside the bed. She got dressed, and for the first time in a week or more felt like a human being again. When she tried the door it opened. She stood there for a couple of minutes, thinking it might be a trick, but when she called out for Miriam and Mary she got no answer. She entered a long hallway and saw another door at the end. It too is open and she stepped outside, into the warm sunshine for the first time in a week.

Her car parked at the end of the driveway with the keys in the ignition. With great happiness Mrs. Potter headed toward home.

Meanwhile, Miriam and Mary were nearly across state lines when Mrs. Potter left the house. They knew they’d be ratted out as the ones behind this plan gone wrong. Mary had relatives in Kentucky, and that’s where they headed. They’d need to lay-low for a while, until the heat died down. Kentucky is a good a place as any to do that. They pulled a pet trailer that held two Great Danes.

When the Reverend Potter heard a car pull into the driveway, he ran to the door, jerked it open and cried.

His wife is home!

He ran outside to her, grabbed her up in his arms and they cried together.

“It’s a miracle,” he said, “Praise Jesus, Lord be praised, he brought you home safe,” he said as he held her trembling body close.

The press took pictures, the happy reunion televised live across the nation to huge ratings. The police wrapped a blanket around her and loaded her onto an Ambulance. The Church had a revival and the collection baskets overflowed as happy Christians celebrated God’s miracle of Mrs. Potter’s return. Checks and money orders rolled in from across the county and the world. God’s divine grace, celebrated by all who believed. Apparently, even the Pope had held a mass for her safe return.

****

Epilogue

A few weeks later, somewhere in Kentucky, Miriam Spencer watched a news report about ‘The Sweet Tea Kidnapping’ with much interest. The reporter told of lurid videos discovered at an abandoned house in the Mississippi delta of Mrs. Potter being raped by men and animals. The men all wore masks, so identification was proving difficult. Some DNA samples collected were of K9 origin, so also useless. The house had been wiped clean so no physical evidence had been found to discover the perpetrators as well.

Then she heard the clincher. Mrs. Potter claimed she had been drugged the whole time, and she didn’t know who had kidnapped her or why. She remembers hearing a voice in the room, but she has never seen the person it belonged to. The reporter went on to say how barbiturates were found in her blood and urine. He called for anyone who might have any information about the kidnapping to contact their local police or a number they flashed on the screen.

Mary, sitting beside her in an Easy-boy, scratched her head. “Why didn’t that bitch rat us out?” She said looking at the screen eyes-wide open.

Mary smiled slyly. “Maybe my plan worked too well,” she said.

“Whatya mean by that?” Mary asked, looking at her with a deep frown wrinkling her forehead noticeably.

Miriam turned to look at her old friend, and smiled. “It means, we can go home.”

The End.

 

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