What Mary gets up to…… part 3

One of the other suites was occupied by Pastor Richards and his wife, picking up on something I had overheard my mother and father say, he wasn’t a proper priest or anything like that he preaches at one of these new modern churches, his wife is very quiet but masculine in stature. Pastor Richards is quite a thick set man with beady eyes, when I work in their suite he is always following me around with his eyes watching my every move; his wife seems to spend her time obeying his every order.

Since being introduced to my body by Claire, I have an aching cunt that I just don’t know how to manage, doing the mundane chores around the hotel allows my mind to drift off and think about various things she has taught me. I was in the bathroom of the Pastor’s rooms cleaning the floor on my hands and knees, the movement of the material of my dress against my nipples whilst I polish the floor causes my nipples to harden and my pussy to itch. Knowing that the Pastor and his wife are not there, I stop, hitch my dress further up my thighs and start rubbing my clit through my already damp white panties. Feeling more and more aroused, I move my hand to the side of the crotch of my panties and slide my fingers into my pussy, rubbing my juices up and down the folds of skin. Impatient with my own teasing I start to rub my clit harder and faster hoping a quick orgasm will resolve the situation temporarily.

I loll my head back catching sight of my open gash in the bathroom mirror with my fingers rubbing myself only to be pulled from my sexual reverie by the sight of the Pastor’s wife watching me in said same mirror! I immediately stop and try to cover myself but she comes over and puts her hand on my shoulder.

‘Please promise you won’t tell my parents, I will get in sooo much trouble for this?’ I pleaded,

‘Of course I won’t. Don’t worry honey, we have ways to help you with these problems of lust.’ she said soothingly,

‘I’ll not mention this to your parents, on the proviso you come back to our suite at 4pm as I have a little task for you.’

I nodded keenly, desperate not to be found out.

So at 4pm I knocked quietly on their suite door and let myself into their apartment, the Pastor’s wife comes out to meet me, she is a tall, thin, pinch faced woman with dark hair, almost Amazonian in appearance.

‘The Pastor is waiting for us.’ she says.

Oh shit, I panic, she has told him what she caught me doing! She ushers me into the Pastor’s study, it is full of religious pictures, books and a brass cross. He is wearing his long dark purple robe he wears to preach in, from where I am standing he looks very tall and broad, he has a beard and his piercing eyes look over his glasses at me.

His wife, in front of me, tells him what she caught me doing earlier in their bathroom, he stares at me and asks,

‘Have you been letting boys touch you?’

‘No Sir, I have been helping my parents here all summer, I am not allowed out to meet boys.’ I dare not look at him, I am terrified he will read my thoughts about Claire and the Major.

He explains that with his training as a lay preacher, he is qualified to help me release the lust from my body and give it away, but I must be prepared to give it with all my heart. He needs to ‘examine’ me to see how bad the lust problem is and orders his wife to remove my pinafore, dress and hat. She dutifully unties my apron and unpins the hat from my head, laying them on a nearby chair, she unzips my dress peeling it off of my shoulders and dropping it to the floor, I place my hand on her shoulder for support as she leans down whilst I step out of my uniform.

I stand before him in my bra, panties, thick black stockings and work shoes, my breathing starts to increase as his eyes examine all of my small body, stopping to linger on my small jutting breasts and travelling downwards.