The Church of the Chosen--Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Church of the Chosen--Part 2

... sound was drowned out by the cascading water. “I wasn’t able to tell you earlier—orders. I’m on a job, sort of, but not quite, undercover. I had to bring you into it because Ted Lyons knows me and he knows you, too from some of our past encounters. Jeff sent me here because of something we learned from a former resident. He was transferred to L.A. and bought some cheap porn when his wife went to visit her mother. It turned out he was the unwitting star of the video so he contacted the local Bureau office. All the scenes were either in the Mitchells’ house or in his former home. The matter was bumped all the way up to Washington. Jeff knew that I had been transferred here so he asked me to look into it. I never dreamed the investigation would turn out like this. Mitchell—not his real name—is not a real minister.” “That comes as no surprise.” “Yeah, and after we left there was an interesting conversation in which he and Ethel talked about running this whole church thing as a con and using the images they capture for porn DVD’s. I knew there was a lot of money in it, but not this much. They’ve cleared millions over the past few years. I’m supposed to be the star in three or four.” “Yes, and I’m sure I’ll be co-star. Your training will be here tomorrow. Ethel is bringing a strap-on and I’m supposed to fuck you with it. She praised the job I’m doing with you.” “I agree—you are doing a great job. I almost believe it myself. I’m going out around three in the morning to bug their ...

... house. Jeff sent me a text. He got a warrant based on the video I sent him. The next step will be to identify them. Don’t worry, they won’t be there. I think our part of it will be done in a couple of weeks. You’ll get a visit tomorrow from your favorite cousin Sue and her husband Mike.” “Who?” “Two agents posing as your cousin and her hubby.” She nodded her acceptance as I began to wash her hurriedly. We were done in five minutes. She led me to bed where she unlocked my cock cage. “I’m leaving the lights on. I want to see what you are doing. Sometimes you are just terrible. You can begin by adoring my pussy—the source of my authority over you. Do a good job and I’ll consider allowing you to jerk off. If you don’t I think it might be a week before I allow it again.” “Yes, Mistress--thank you, Mistress Denise,” I said submissively. I dove into her, loving the delicate nectar of her cunt and the soft tender tissues of her labia. I kept at it for almost five minutes before her next command, “Enough of that for now. Lift my legs and get that tongue down to my ass. Run your tongue over my sphincter. I’ll want you to stick it in and if you hesitate I’ll triple what I gave you earlier. Now get to it.” Denise and I had talked about anal play when we were dating. I knew she had absolutely no interest so I was certain this was another “church requirement.” Having just washed her I knew she was clean on the outside, but I wasn’t too enthusiastic about the inside. I noticed that she turned ...