The Deacon's Wife is Transformed

I can't believe I am doing this!" Lisa Tyrol said to herself as she lay on the tattoo chair, her feet in the stirrups. A few months ago if you told her that she would be here, she would have told you that you were crazy.

But here she was getting ready to have her hood pierced

She had always been a bit conservative to say the least, a good Baptist, Sunday school teacher. She wore long skirts everyday regardless of the weather. She was an attractive Afro American woman in her early 50's. She stood at least 5 foot 2; she kept her body in good form by working out at the church gym in the basement. Her 36B breasts firm with little sag.

Her husband Charles or Chuck as he liked to be called, h e was a little bit older then her , a former football running back stooping over a little as former injuries bothered him more now as got older. He was one of the church deacons and on the church board.

Sex for them was few and far between these days as he was taking blood pressure medications which kept his 8 inch cock flaccid.

Sex toys and masturbation where totally out of the question for Lisa. And she would never cheat on Chuck. But that all changed when the church has some remodeling work done.

Lisa was working out in the church basement one late afternoon. She was wearing some loose fitting sweats and an old Yale T-shirt... She was sweating up a storm and was wiping away the sweat when one of the construction workers came in to put his tools in the job box.

He nodded to her and she whispered a soft hello back at him.

He bent over the job box and put the tools inside. While bent over Lisa could see his cargo shorts hugging his rear-end. She blinked and then realized that she caught him staring at her.

"Pardon me but do you know how much longer it will be for complete the job? " She asked.

'Probably another couple of weeks Ma'am." His voice rough like sandpaper

She finally noticed that he had crystal blue eyes His smile completed by a brush of a mustache. Her heart started to race like never before.

"Have a good night Ma'am!" He said and walked out of the church basement.

Lisa tried to stop thinking of this white man.

"Stop it, Stop it!" She muttered all the way home in the car but she couldn't. That voice. That smile, those eyes, and the smell of sawdust on his clothes. It all made her flush.

Lisa jumped in the shower when she got home. As she soaped up her tight body she let her fingers brush her nipples. They reacted and became hard to her touch.

Her mind kept screaming "STOP!" But now her fingers slide down past the thick black bush of her pubic hair and then between her thighs. Her fingers touched her throbbing clit.

"Oh My god!" She moaned. She played with her full pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside herself. The water of the shower hitting her nipples.

Her fingers bringing her to a mind blowing orgasm. She kept frigging herself over and over thinking of his tight ass before her today.

She slowly slid down into the tub as her legs now felt like rubber.

Once she regained her composure she rinsed herself off and then dried herself off with a big fluffy towel.

That night as she lay in bed with Chuck, she moved over and took his cock in her mouth.

"Whoa girl whattcha doing?" Chuck asked.

She took her mouth off his semi hard cock for a moment.

"Well I thought I might try something different tonight." She went back to sucking his semi hard cock. Try as she might Chuck could not get up to full hardness.

They each rolled over to their side of the bed, frustrated once more.

The next morning Lisa and Chuck ate breakfast, he heard the limo service pull into the driveway. Today Chuck was going to a football camp for high school kids. He would be gone for about a month.

She went upstairs and dressed for the business day. A blue pull over blouse and a light green skirt that came all the way down to her ankles and some open toed sandals. As usual she wore her granny panties, as her daughter called them. She tried to do some paper work but John kept creeping in her mind. She kept telling herself that it was wrong to think of another man. But the juices wetting her panties told her different.

Finally at noon she told her assistant, that she wasn't feeling well and was taking half a day. Instead of going home she went over to the church basement to work out her sexual frustration.

She did the treadmill and then some light weight lifting. She got on the leg press machine and all that it did was make her wetter. She stopped that and went over to bench press area.

She was grunting a little and didn't hear him come in.

"You need some help little lady?" His rough voice shocking her. Her hands sweaty and shaky, she could feel the bar begin to slip.

"Whoa careful there dear" His callous hands gripping the bar in the center.

"You should have someone spotting you when you do these presses Ma'am." He placed the barbell back on the stand. "I'd hate coming in here and finding your pretty self crushed."

"Well I um was feeling a bit edgy today and figured a good workout might help take the edge off." She said.

"Well here let me spot you for a few reps." He told her.

She lay back down on the bench and put her head under the bar. From this angle she had quite a few of his crotch. She started to sweat as she noticed the bulge in his khaki shorts.

He stood and looked up at the ceiling. He knew if he looked down at her, he would get aroused. But that did no good either as he was brought back to the real world as she grunted.

"Had enough?" He asked.

"Yes for now." She said. Her body covered in sweat.

"Thank You um, says what your name is?" She asked him.

"John Taylor!" He said

"Mine is Lisa Tyrol, It's nice to meet you John." She smiled at him with her little girl smile.

She noticed that his penis flinched when she smiled.

"Oh my, I do have an effect on him after all." She thought to herself. The dampness between her legs reminding of her attraction to him as well.

"Same time tomorrow John?" She finally said out loud

"You bettcha Lisa" He said and went back to looking in his job box.

She went home and did a repeat of yesterdays shower scene. Her orgasms just as strong as yesterday.

Meanwhile John knew that Lisa would be his soon.

As John taught Lisa how to use the weights properly their friendship grew.

After their work out one day, Lisa found her car had been stolen from the church parking lot. She called the cops and made a report. John offered her a ride home and she accepted.

When they got to her house. She asked him to come inside as she was a bit scared from today's events.

She told him to have a seat in the living room while she went to take a shower. John was flipping through a copy of a sports magazine when he heard Lisa call out his name.

He rushed upstairs and spoke through the door. "Lisa you okay in there?"

"Yes I am fine just forgotten to bring in a towel and I don't want to get soap in my eyes. Could you please get one from the linen closet?"

"Sure." He said

He found the towel, opened the door and closed his eyes. "Here's your towel Lisa on the towel"

"Could you hand it to me please John?"

He would have to open his eyes to hand her the towel. He did and saw the outline of her naked body through the frosted glass. She opened the shower door and he frozen in time."

There she stood her tight black body in front of him.

He pardoned himself and walked out of the room, then went back down stairs. He sat on the couch again, thinking "What did I get myself into now"

He didn't have to wait too soon as Lisa came down the stairs. She was dressed in her powder blue terry cloth robe. It was tied on the side by sash. She stood before him. He stood up.

"Enough of this fucking cat and mouse teasing Lisa. It is time to give you what you have looking at for the past week."

"John, what do you mean?" She asked.

He unbuckled his belt and let his shorts fall down around his knees; He kicked them off away from him.

"This!" And he stroked his cock

"John, no I am a married woman and I have never been with another man. Chuck is the only ma..."

He cut her off and kissed her hard. His hand taking hers and placing it on his cock.

"No, no John please doesn't do this." But her pleas were not very strong. She loved how his penis grew to life in her hand. She felt her vagina getting wet again.

He untied the sash and pushed the robe of her shoulders. She went to cover herself with her arms but he blocked them away.

He pushed her down to her knees.

"You want to suck my cock don't you Lisa?" He hissed down at her.

"Yes I want to lick your penis John." She could not bring herself to say that word.

It is a cock, girl. Call it what it is "He said

"I can't John I just can't" Tears formed on her cheeks as she said it

He took his cock and slapped it against her face.

"Say it girl."

"Co co cck "She said as she hesitated "Now that wasn't so bad was it Lisa?"

"No it wasn't, John and what a pretty white cock ii is." She this times the word coming off her tongue easier "I can teach you so much Lisa" John said

Lisa felt a shiver run up her spine.

And the next few weeks he did.

She was still the deacon's wife during the day. Long skirts and all. But underneath all that clothing she was John's slut.

Her body was his to use. She found out she liked her asshole to be licked, not just by Master John but my other sluts of his. They helping her learn how to serve and pleasure Master John

The Granny panties were burned the day after her cunt was depleted of all hair. She loved the feel of its smoothness now. . She also loved the butt plug that Master John required her to wear everyday to work.

"Are you ready, slut?" John said.

"Yes Master." She said quietly.

Her hood was numbed and then pierced. She felt the pressure but not the pain. A mirror was placed before her pussy so she could see her new jewelry.

She smiled at it and looked up at Master John.

"Thank You Master John; I am now your full time slut."

He leaned over and kissed her. Then snapped a leather collar around her neck, the O ring dangling. He attached the leash to it and led her to the car. He took her to his home, her new home where she would spend many happy days

She called work and resigned. She called Chuck and told him she had met someone and was fine. She would not contest a divorce.

She hung up the phone and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Lisa was gone and in her place stood Carmel. John's slut.

She went and knelt at his side. He took her chin in his hand and lifted her face up

"Welcome home Carmel"

"Thank You Master, it is good to be home."