Page 36 of The Unexpected

I stand, walk to the door, and turn the brass lock with a click that sounds like the end of a prayer.

When I turn back, Stella is already standing. Hunter moves behind her, his hands at her waist, his mouth at her ear. The light from the stained glass fractures across the floor in streaks of color, painting Stella’s pale skin in ribbons of gold and purple.

He undresses her sensually, his big hands peeling away the dress, unclasping the bra, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of panties that are so thin they might as well be absent. Her big breasts shake, the nipples a hard pink, as she leans back and moans a bit. He kisses the hollow of her neck, his hands finding her hips, his fingers digging in with enough force to bruise.

“You can do this,” he murmurs in her ear. “Show the good pastor what you’ve learned, star girl.”

I stay by the desk, hands folded. I watch her, watch him, the two of them locked together in a rhythm that is equal parts dance and duel.

Hunter guides her to the chair, seats himself, and then pulls her down onto his lap, facing away from him. His hands splay across her thighs, then up to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing, pinching the nipples until she gasps. He spreads her legs wide, leaving her open to me.

“Show him,” Hunter says, low and rough. “Show the pastor how you take it.”

Stella’s eyes flutter shut, but she doesn’t hesitate. She lifts her knees so that her feet are flat on the sides of the seat, fully exposing her crotch. Then, Hunter rips her panties off and her pussy’s revealed, pink and gleaming and swollen. Her asshole winks flirtatiously, like it’s begging for a massive cock inside.

“Shit,” I breathe. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Stella.”

I don’t know if she hears me because Hunter’s reached around to pinch her hard clit, and she squeals a bit.

“Oooh!” she shrieks. “Mmm!”

He grins, whispering something in her ear before dipping his fingers into her wet slit and pulling them out. Then he spreads the pussy fluid on her asshole, still whispering in her ear as he lubes the sweet girl up.

“Ummm,” she moans, eyes closed, leaning back against him as he rubs and teases her pink pleats. “Mmmm.”

Hunter grins at me, pausing for a moment to whip out his fat cock. It stands straight up between Stella’s open thighs, the tip already dripping with lust. I half expect him to push into her cunt first just to get it lubed up, but this fucker is an asshole to the nth degree.

He locks eyes with me as he notches the head of his cock against her butthole. “Watch,” he rasps. “Our little girl is going to sit on this big dick with her ass.”

I do. I stare as he pushes that massive rod into her anus, centimeter by centimeter, the rim stretching as she moans and squeals with discomfort.

“Oh god,” Stella whines. “You’re so big, Hunter!”

“I know,” he rasps in her ear. “But you can do it, baby. Show our pastor how you take my fat dick in your tiny asshole. Show how you’ve learned to stretch.”

I watch as that monster cock disappears inch by inch into her straining anus, the young woman panting as she’s violated.

“Ohhh!” she squeals again, her hands gripping the chair’s armrests with white knuckles. “Ummm!”

“Good girl,” Hunter growls into the delicate seashell of her ear. “You’re taking it so well, just like a good girl does.”

Then, he continues the push, slow and steady, until he bottoms out in her anus with her bottom pressed fully against his balls, her rim stretched so thin around his fat cock that it must hurt. Stella shifts uncomfortably and lets out a long, shuddering moan.

“Fuck, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice broken and beautiful. “Oh my god.”

“That’s my sweet girl,” he rasps. “You’re Daddy’s favorite little anal whore.”

Then, Hunter’s hands clamp her hips, guiding her up and down on his cock. The muscles in his forearms stand out, taut and trembling with restraint as she slides up and down, jerking off the massive cock with the tight walls of her rectum. Stella’s knuckles go white on the chair, her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“Oooh!” she squeals, throwing her head back. “Oh my god!”

He talks to her, dirty and soft, a litany of filth: “That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s cock. Stretch that pretty little asshole around Daddy’s hot horny meat. You’re a dirty anal slut, aren’t you?”

She sobs out a yes, her whole body shivering as she moves on him, the sounds of their bodies wet and obscene in the high-ceilinged office.

My own cock is rock hard, an ache that will not be ignored. I press a hand to the front of my pants, trying to will it down, but the sight is too much.

Hunter leans forward, bites her shoulder, then looks at me again. “You want a turn, Pastor?” he asks.