1. The Pastor's Secret


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: seeker4, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    Shivering in a chilly December wind, April paused on the street and checked the address that she had been given. The little house tucked in beside an old church was clearly a “manse” built sometime in the past to house the church’s minister. Somehow, it did not seem likely that someone living in a manse would be hiring an escort. However, the address matched so April shrugged and walked up to the door. Maybe the church had sold their manse and it was now a private home. April felt tense as she rang the doorbell, not sure what she was going to encounter. She didn’t really like doing outcalls, but money was tight and this guy was asking for three hours which translated into good money at her outcall rate. The day when she would be able to give up escorting was getting close, or so she hoped, but for now it paid the bills and she did have a very few clients whose company she genuinely enjoyed. The door swung open to reveal a handsome, clean-shaven man in a shirt and slacks. There was tension in his face that mirrored April’s own. “Hello,” he said nervously, “You’re Stacey?” “I am. You’re Jack?” she answered, managing to squeeze some of her characteristic cheerfulness past her own nervousness. Responding to her work name of Stacey King was second nature to April. She had used the name since she started in pornography and escorting. Having a pseudonym helped keep her sexy work persona and her milder real life one separate, both publicly and in her own mind. “That’s right. Come ...
    in, please.” April stepped in and shed her coat. Jack’s eyes lit up at the sight of her attire, a tight, low-cut red dress with only thin straps holding it up and not much underneath. It was one of those dresses designed more to reveal than to conceal. The escort grinned inwardly as she watched him enjoy the sight. Jack led her into a little living room, perhaps what would have been known as a “parlour” in the days when the manse was built. There was a cozy-looking chair and a love seat. Jack sat in the chair and gestured to the love seat. “Would you like something to drink? I don’t have anything alcoholic but there’s pop and apple cider in the kitchen.” “Yes. Cider would be nice.” Jack left for a few minutes and came back with two glasses. He set one on the coffee table in front of April and held on to the other as he returned to the chair. “To answer the question in your eyes: Yes, I am the pastor,” he said after a couple sips, “I’m single so decided to take the manse rather than bothering to hunt for a place.” “I don’t think I’ve been with a preacher before. At least, not one that identified himself as such.” “I’m not surprised. A man like me seeing a woman like you wouldn’t go over well with most congregations.” “Including yours, I think. It’s fairly conservative?” Jack nodded. “But I can’t stand it anymore,” he said after a heavy sigh. “I’m not a Catholic priest so there’s no oath of celibacy to break. I’m just a lonely, horny man who needs some company.” His voice was ...
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