Preacher's Sinful Daughter Ch. 01

The moment I could, I slipped out of the worship room and headed to the changing room. It was for baptisms. One door led out to our baptismal pool to the right of the pulpit, the other to the office hallways. The room was dark, with no windows. It had a makeshift clothes rack which hung the baptismal gowns, all pure white, along with spare hangers.

I stripped.

It was so freeing to be naked in the church. My nipples were so hard atop my bouncing breasts as I moved through the room, my dress neatly hung with the baptismal gowns. I shuddered, my pussy juices trickling down my thighs as I skipped across the room and flicked off the light.

Then I moved to a small table in the corner of the room, the only light in the room spilling through the gap at the bottom of the door. I seated myself on the table, leaned back on my elbows, and waited for my note to be found.

I licked my lips, a horny flush shuddering through me. I wrote the note with my right hand to disguise it and, feeling real naughty, I had kissed it, leaving a bright-red imprint of my lips on it. Something sultry.

It was a simple note: "I saw you with Donna Paxtor. I am hot, wet, and itching for your cock. Find me in the baptismal changing room."

I ran my fingers through the fine down of hair covering my pudenda, keeping away from my itching pussy. I didn't want to masturbate now. I wanted the anticipation to build and build, making me even hotter. In my father's office, he was going through the tithes, adding up how much donations the church had, working on their books. The church couldn't afford a treasurer.

So Father had to do double duty.

I bit my lip, twining my blonde curls about my finger as I waited. My pussy grew juicer and juicer. I could feel each drop trickle down from my pussy, across the cheeks of my ass, to puddle on the table I lounged again.

I squirmed in the wet spot I formed. It was so wicked of me. I was such a sinful harlot. My toes curled as I squirmed. The air kissed my naked flesh. There was something so liberating about being naked outside of the bathroom or my bedroom. A naughty thrill.

My heart beat as my ears strained. Every noise made me hopeful Father found my note. I pictured him in his office, collar off, working through the checks and cash, writing in the ledger, and then the moment he unfurled my $5 bill and discovered the note.

What would he think?

Would he panic? Would he look around, wondering who knew his secret? And then he would read the next words. Would he smile realizing his blackmailer was a hot, horny woman eager to enjoy the preacher's dick? His cock would swell in his pants. Would it itch like my pussy? Would it tingle and beg to sin?

Why did God give us bodies that yearned to sin so much if he had a problem with sex?

How long would he debate my note? How long before he investigated? Would he wait, pondering his response, as the minutes ticked by? Or would lust overwhelm him and drive him to the changing room. It was only a few doors down from his.

The church was empty. We were the only two people here. No one would know.

I bit my lip, my right hand squeezing a large tit. I found my nipple, so hard and aching. I brushed it and groaned. Tingles ran through my body. A horny shudder rippled through me. I needed Father to come and find me. I needed his hard cock to take my virginity.

It would be so taboo. So wrong. I couldn't stop thinking about him since I saw his dick. My father was so sexy. So handsome.

I let out a whimper of frustration. How long would it take for him to find my note? How long would it take him to enter the dark room and fuck the anonymous woman? It would be such a wicked secret to fuck my father without him even knowing who I was.

My fingers crept a little lower, nearing my pussy. My clit was so hard to resist. She begged to be touched and stroked and rubbed. I bit my lip and pinched my nipple hard. I leaned back, my head brushing the wall.

"Come on, Father," I moaned. "I need..."

A door opened and closed.

I tensed. Footsteps walked down the hallway. The carpet was thin, laid directly on the concrete floor. The steps echoed, growing closer and closer. My heart burst into frenetic activity, drumming like the sinful beat of rock and roll. A shadow darkened the door. The knob twisted.

This was it.

The door opened. A beam of light slashed diagonally across the room, spilling into the opposite corner from me, keeping me in shadows just like I planned. I saw the silhouette of my father, still in his black shirt and slacks, the light haloing about his dark hair.

"Don't turn on the lights," I purred in a deep, sultry tone I hoped would disguise my voice. "And close the door behind you."

"Who is it?" he asked as he stepped into the room, his voice so deep and strong. He closed the door behind him.

"Your admirer," I purred. "I enjoyed the show you and Donna put on. She had quite the orgasm. You're just the man I've been looking for."

"Another sinful harlot," he said, moving forward in the darkness. I could only see his spit-polished, black shoes in the light flooding beneath the doors. "You didn't listen to a word of my sermon."

"Oh, I listened," I moaned, my legs spread wide. My eyes adjusted, his form resolving out of the darkness, a shape. His hands moved. Cloth rustled. "I'm just not that good at obeying."

"Your sinful hole controls you," he growled as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oh, yes," I moaned, resisting the urge to say father. "Preacher. I'm just a slut. I want to feed my naughty hole."

"All through my sermon, you watched me, fantasizing about the sin you wanted to commit, that hole growing hotter and wetter as you squirmed. Did you soak your panties?" His shirt slid off and then his belt rustled.

"Like they were a sponge dropped into a water," I moaned. "I'm sitting in a pool of my juices."

"I can smell your whorish scent."

The way his voice rumbled out of the darkness sent a shudder through me. His voice was so deep, so powerful. I could hear the contempt in his voice. He thought I was a whore, a tramp, something to look down on. Something filthy.

And I was. It made me so hot. I didn't understand why, but my pussy responded to it. I pinched my nipple again and purred, "Yes, yes, strip. I am so ready to be fucked. To lose my virginity."

He paused. "Your virginity...? So you're one of the teenyboppers? Tired of those heartthrobs getting you wet, staring at their posters on your wall, wishing they were in your bed and fucking you. You're finally ready for a real man to claim you."

"So ready."

"Which of my daughter's friends are you?"

I let out a wicked giggle. "That's my secret."

"You're all whores," he growled, stepping out of his slacks, his shoes discarded with them. He was naked. I could just make out his cock thrusting before him, a thick shaft.

"Even Alexandra?" I asked, saying my name, wondering what his answer would be.

"Even her." His hands seized my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the table. I gasped. "I've seen her hot eyes. Her mother has talked to her, but she won't last. She's eager to give up her cunt to the first boy that makes her wet."

Or man, Father.

I was so ready. His cock was hard. I was wet. All he had to do was thrust and my maidenhead would be gone. I would feel my first dick fucking me. My father's cock. I burned for the incestuous delight. It would be the most sinful act, the height of hypocrisy for my father to fuck me in the church.

A preacher fucking his daughter.

But he didn't ram his dick into me. He fell to his knees before me. I was confused as his head leaned forward between my thighs. What was he doing? He was moving his face towards my pussy. Why would he do that? What is--

"Lord have mercy," I groaned as Father licked up my pussy. "Oh, yes, Oh, wow--" I clamped my mouth shut to stop myself from screaming Daddy. Not Father, but Daddy. It sounded even more wicked. But I couldn't let him know it was me as the pleasure flooded out of my pussy.

His tongue licked up my folds. He groaned, savoring the flavor of my cunt. He loved it. In all my whispered conversations with the looser girls at school, I had never heard of this. Of a boy, or man, licking a girl's pussy. Going down on her.

It was wonderful.

His strong hands stroked my naked thigh as his tongue danced through the folds of my pussy. He pressed on my hymen and flicked up to my clit. My eyes widened at the bliss he churned. It was far better than my fingers touching myself. His tongue swirled around it. Pleasure shot into the depths of my pussy. I gasped shuddering, clamping my thighs tight about his head.

"Oh, yes, Preacher," I moaned. "Oh, my Lord, that's amazing. Oh, yes. Lick my pussy."

"First time having your hot cunt eaten?" He growled. "You are a virgin. Hard to imagine you've never experienced this. Not with how hot your cunt is."

"I...I listened to your sermons," I moaned, struggling to keep my voice husky. "Then I saw you fucking Donna. I realized I shouldn't care. I should enjoy myself. Like my preacher."

"Women always find excuses to feed the hot hole between their thighs." He licked again, groaning as his tongue slid through my folds. "The source of all sin is right here. This sweet hole, the promise it holds."

"Uh-huh," I panted, not caring what he said. "Just lick me, Da...Preacher. Just lick my cunt. Oh, Lord, that's amazing. Oh, yes. That feels soooo good."

His hands reached up my naked stomach and found my breasts. He squeezed them both as his lips latched onto my clit. He sucked so hard, his cheeks, rough with a hint of new whiskers, rubbing into my sensitive flesh. I gasped, loving his strong fingers digging into my large breasts. I humped against him, riding the pleasure he gave me.

My pussy drank in every lick and flutter of his tongue. His every caress made me moan louder and louder. The pleasure swelled in me. My thighs tightened about his head. My calves crossed, and I pulled him tight into my flesh.

"What a whore," he growled. "So hot and horny. You can't wait for my dick."

"I can't," I moaned.

"Making a preacher sin. What a vile hussy."

"So vile, Da...Preacher." My face contorted as I humped against him.

His fingers found my fat nipples. I knew from the locker room, mine were bigger than most eighteen year old's nubs. He twisted and played with them. I squealed with each one, humping harder against his hungry mouth as he pinched them. Every roll of his fingers shot bliss down to my pussy, only making me juicer.

And he drank down my juices. He loved them. I could hear it in his every lick and sigh. He devoured me. My neck stretched and arched, the crown of my head pressing against the wall. My butt clenched as I shuddered.

My back arched. "Preacher!" I screamed as my pussy exploded. "Yes, yes, yes. Lick my sinful hole."

He groaned his pleasure, his fingers pinching hard at my nipples as he drank down the juices flooding out of my pussy. A powerful orgasm rippled through my body. The table creaked beneath me as I writhed. My head tossed back and forth as I moaned and gasped. The pleasure boiled my mind. Lights flashed through the dark room as my nerves drank in the sweet delight.

"What a whore," he growled. "Cumming in the church."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"I bet your cunt is eager to feast on my cock. On a preacher's married dick."

"It is. I am such a slut, Preacher. Just the worse. I need it in me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to take my cherry. I need it. My sinful hole needs your cock in me. Please, please, Daddy!"

My words echoed through the room as he licked and sucked. I gasped and heaved, feverish with delight as his licking tongue sent another explosion of bliss surging through me. He ate me with such gusto. He loved my pussy. His fingers pinched and rolled as he growled, devouring all the juices flooding out of me.

And then he rose, forcing my legs apart.

They fell limp to his side. He stood above me. I could make out his chest hairs, my eyes adjusted enough to see his face, his eyes. He licked his lips as he loomed over me. He planted his hands on either side of me on the table, his dick rubbing against my burning flesh.

"Reach down and guide my dick to your sinful hole, slut," he snarled.

"Yes, Da...Preacher," I moaned. Did I say Daddy while I was cumming? I thought I might have, but he didn't say anything. Maybe he didn't notice.

No, he couldn't know the busty, barely legal girl before him was his daughter. He had no idea just how much of a sin this next part would be. Hot, taboo, incestuous sin.

I grasped his dick. He was bigger than Deacon Bill. A momentary flutter of fear shot through me as I rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy. But only for a moment. I was so wet, so horny, and his cock felt so amazing on the folds of my pussy. Wet and dripping. I moved him down until he pressed on my hymen.

"Take my cherry, Preacher," I moaned. "Please, please, pop it. I need you in me."

"Yes, you do, Alexandra."

He knew. Before I could say anything, he thrust. My father's cock ripped through my hymen, shredding it as easily as it were made of cheesecloth. Pain flared for a moment and then his dick was buried into my wet depths. I gasped, shuddering as he moved deeper and deeper. Pleasure I didn't know existed rippled out of my cunt. My sheath clung to him, the friction so wonderful.

"H-how did you know?" I gasped as I felt his balls smack against me.

"I recognized the lip print and the $5 dollar bill. The only crisp, new $5 in there. Just like the one I gave your mother so you could drop it in the collection plate."

I shuddered as he drew back. My thighs wrapped about him. I moaned, savoring the wonderful friction, as his dick drew back until only the tip remained in me. And then he thrust into my incestuous depths.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, Daddy," I moaned. "Fuck your naughty daughter."

"Such a wicked slattern," he growled as his balls smacked into me. They were heavy with his seed. His cum.

"I am, Daddy. A wicked, sinful preacher's daughter."

He groaned and slammed in me even harder. The table's edge banged into the wall as it rocked beneath me. I shuddered again and humped against him. My large breasts jiggled and smacked together as Daddy pounded my cunt.

The wet sound of his dick mixed with the slap of our flesh. We grunted and groaned. We made the most obscene noises. I loved it. I reveled in how thick he was. How much he stretched my pussy. How he made me gasp and shudder. My eyes fluttered.

"Pound me, Daddy. I need to cum again. On your huge cock. Oh, yes, Daddy. Please, please, make me cum. I need it. I want to spasm on your shaft."

"Because you're a whore?"

"A wicked, wanton slattern."

His groin crushed my clit every time he buried into me, sending wonderful pleasure sparking to my depths. My pussy clenched on his huge dick. The sore ache from my cherry popping was quickly replaced but the absolute delight of his cock reaming through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I bucked hard against him, grinding my clit into him.

Gasping, moaning, shuddering. His dick was amazing. My daddy's cock churned my naughty pussy. Pleasure rippled out of it as my body tensed. Another orgasm built inside of me, ready to explode out of my cunt and flood my body with rapture.

I humped so hard. I was ready for it. His every stroke brought me closer and closer. I savored how deep he thrust into me. How he filled me. Oh, my daddy's cock was amazing. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pinched my nipples.

"Daddy," I gasped.

Then I came on the preacher's cock.

It was powerful, wild explosion of rapture. I thrashed on the table. I gasped and moaned words. I didn't know what I said. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the hot waves or bliss crashing into my mind. I trembled, stars bursting across my vision as my pussy convulsed on his thick, thrusting dick.

He growled, fucking me harder. My daddy slammed his dick so deep into my spasming pussy. His balls thwacked over and over into me as the rapture kept flooding out of my pussy. I trembled and spasmed, juices squirting out, drenching us, puddling under my ass.

The tart scent of my hot cunt filled my nose.

"What a slattern," Daddy growled. "What a whore."

"Yes, yes, yes."

And then he buried his dick into me. My eyes widened as his cum spurted. Hot, taboo seed. The very cum which fertilized my mother and birthed me. I gasped, my toes curling hard as I savored this sinful moment.

"You're cumming in your daughter, Daddy."

"I am," he groaned. His dick thrust a final time into me and then he relaxed. He panted, satiated, and pulled his cock out of me.

"Oh, Daddy, that was amazing," I panted. "Ooh, it was better than I could hope."

"What a whore I raised," he growled. He seized my hair. I squeaked in shock as he yanked me off the table. My knees hurt as they slammed into the floor.

"Daddy," I squeaked before he shoved his softening cock into my mouth.

"Clean it up, slut. You dirtied it."

The words were so degrading. My daddy looked down on me with contempt. It made me suck so hard, cleaning my sinful juices from his cock. I loved the tart flavor. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as he groaned.

"That's how a whore acts," he groaned. "If you want to be one, then I'll treat you like one."

His dick popped out of my mouth. "Yes, Daddy," I moaned, licking my lips. "I am a whore. You better treat me as one."

As Daddy and I dressed, a question popped into my head: Was there a preacher's daughter as slutty as me?

I doubt it.

To be continued...