Scream For me

SINNER

LEAH

I tell myself that what I’m doing is wrong and that it will most likely put me on the fast track to hell, but no matter how much my guilty conscious screams at me, it doesn’t stop my leg from hiking up. I rest it on the desk in front of me and press my aching pussy against the rounded corner that I’m now dry humping like a fucking hussy.

Satan has definitely won this round.

Again.

He seems to be winning a lot these days. I shove the thought aside and grind myself harder against the wood, feeling like I’m going to burst if I don’t cum soon. I peek through the blinds of the Sunday school room where I teach and watch Mr. Bancroft walk to his sexy black jeep. Knowing he’s going to be out of sight soon, I rock my hips harder, biting my lip to keep from groaning when I feel the beginnings of what feels like a massive orgasm. Heat washes over me, making my skin flush and a light sheen of sweat appear on my skin.

My eyes stay locked on those broad shoulders and that sexy, chiseled jaw of his. I can hear his English accent in my head as I start to cum, calling me his good girl as he rams his thick cock into me over and over again, popping my cherry and giving my little pussy its first ever creampie.

The image is so strong that it has me biting my tongue until I taste blood as pleasure rushes through me. I grind my little pussy against the corner of the desk, rocking my hips in a very un-biblical fashion, greedy for every second of ecstasy I can get.

I’m just coming down from my massive high when Mr. Bancroft gets in his jeep and drives away. I lazily grind against the desk for a few more seconds until I hear footsteps coming down the hall.

Fuck!

I hop up, letting out a terrified squeal when I see the huge wet stain I’ve left on the wood. My soaked panties didn’t do shit to contain my juices. I’ve just managed to swipe my arm over the corner, wiping the wood clean with the sleeve of my dress before the door opens and the pastor walks in…AKA my father.

“Hey, sweetie,” he says, walking over to the window I’m still standing by. “How’d it go today?”

“It was good,” I say, busying myself with cleaning the room and hoping like hell he can’t sniff sin out like a damn bloodhound. He’s never noticed before what a little sinner I am, so maybe I can keep the charade going for a little bit longer.

It’s not like I’m that bad. I mean, I am still a virgin, and at nineteen that’s saying something. I feel like I’m going to lose my sanity if I don’t get fucked soon, and I masturbate like a goddamn woman possessed, but at least my pussy’s still pure, right? That’s going to be my line of defense at the pearly gates if I die with my hymen intact.

My dad studies me while I pick up scraps of paper and straighten up the small bookshelf in the room.

“Are you feeling okay, Leah? You look a little flushed?”

“I’m fine,” I quickly say. “I think I just got a little hot.”

That’s the understatement of the year, I think, and have to bite back a laugh.

“Well, Mr. Bancroft just asked if you’d be willing to drop by his house later. It seems he has a few donations, but if you’re not feeling well, I can pick them up myself.”

“No, I’m fine,” I practically yell and then smile to cover up my overthe-top reaction at picking up a few boxes. “That’s really nice of him. I’ll drive over there after lunch.”

My dad smiles and claps his hands together as if it’s all settled. “Perfect. Your mom’s almost finished getting everything ready, so head over when you can.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I smile again as he walks out the door, and when I can no longer hear his footsteps, I clap a hand over my mouth, let out a muffled scream and jump up and down. I try to tell myself that it’s just a quick trip to pick up boxes and nothing else, but my pussy is having none of that pessimistic bullshit. She’s lit up and ready to go for another round on the desk corner, but I squeeze my thighs together and resist. There’s no time to lose. I don’t want to keep Mr. Bancroft waiting after all.

After rushing around the room and straightening everything up, I leave the church and follow the small gravel walkway that leads to our house next door. Yes, living right next to one of the only churches in our small town and having the pastor as my father made me as popular as you might imagine. All the boys were too afraid to touch me and all the girls too afraid that I might learn their secrets and squeal to my father.

All those shitty times are about to be far behind me, though, because my luck is changing. I can feel it! And it’s not just my wet panties and throbbing pussy. Mr. Bancroft asking about me right before I got myself off while watching him is a sign from God if there ever was one.

I walk inside and sit at the table, trying my best to not look too happy. That would get my parents all suspicious, and the last thing I need is one of them insisting they go with me. That horrible thought alone is enough to keep me appropriately in check for the duration of lunch. I smile, make a little bit of small talk, but other than that, I stay as invisible as possible. After we’ve finished and I’ve helped my mom with the dishes, I change out of my completely unrevealing Sunday dress, and slip on a pair of jean shorts and a pink T-shirt. I take a look at myself in the mirror. It’s not quite the slutty outfit I would prefer, but there’s little I can do about that.