50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 45

Sunday is the delegated day of worship I thought, sarcastically to myself as I coated my lashes in yet another layer of deep black mascara, or what my mother liked to call hooker eye paint.

I smirked at my reflection in my eggshell blue mirror: Hair ironed perfectly straight and glossed with a sheen, eyes more dramatic and fierce than any mousy bitch in this small town could even imagine, lips tinted the color of candy apples..perfect.

I adjusted my tight black top and racy leather skirt, sliding on heels for an added effect.

So who was I getting all dolled up for you may ask? Besides myself, of course, it was for Apostle Nate, who everyone in this tinsel town revered as the leader of our local Mormon church.

You see, I could rant day and night about what an absolute hypocritical joke my local Mormon congregation truly is, but none of that would compare to the head clown Apostle Nate.

He truly believes he has the presiding authority to dictate members' futures, and never fails to offer laughable and demeaning 'advice' to all those who sought it.

Most of the time I barely paid attention at our weekly congregations. I was usually forced by my mother to attend because, in a town of fewer than 250 people, it would be pretty obvious who didn't show up and god forbid my poor mother be looked down upon by the snobby betty crocker's around here.

But what really turned me against Apostle Nate was his particularly "narrow" speech..excuse me rant towards "promiscuous young women."

Compared to what I am wearing to church today, last week I looked like a nun...fully buttoned top that couldn't help but stretch above due to my ample cleavage, and loose linen pants. He stared me right in the eye as he viciously condemned young girls exploring their sexuality, and "whoring around" as he so kindly put it, on a casual basis. He adamantly vouched for celibacy and declared an end of sexual activity unless one was married.

His glaring was so directed and bitter, that it even caught the attention of others who then turned to stare nastily at me. I didn't put the apparent slut-shaming past a hypocrite like himself and instead played at his own game, winking seductively at him and leaned forward as he spoke, pushing my breasts even further up.

I knew his bizarre fixation on my sexuality was because he wanted me, despite his claim to celibacy. Ha! To be fair, I'd totally go for him if he wasn't a psychotic, lying joke. Despite his high status in the church, Apostle Nate was young and had only gotten so far so quickly because of his rich father who was one of the church's major sponsors. He was tall and bronze-skinned, with thick golden hair, a prominent brow bone, cold grey eyes, and a thin scowling mouth. Yes, despite being a douche bag he was handsome, which is the only reason I was going to do what I planned to do today.

Church didn't meet for another hour, and I carefully crept around the corner to make sure my mother was still in the bathroom, undoubtedly changing her outfit a hundred times to compete with the old broads in church.

The shower was still running so I took the opportunity to quickly run down the stairs and out the house, laughing to myself at how fun it was going to be to fuck with Apostle Nate both mentally and physically.

I pulled into the back parking lot, to have easier access to the leaders' quarters. Mormons loved to milk cash out of their members for "religious purposes" and it certainly showed, judging from the state of the art complex built for the leaders.

I scoffed at the motivational poster, beckoning troubled souls to enter here. Troubled is one word I thought to myself, grinning as I swung the doors open.

My heels clicked on the glossy linoleum, echoing throughout the marble hallway. Apostle Nate comes out to play I sang quietly, looking through every door on my way down the hall even though I knew he was the one behind the big oak doors at the end.

The plush royal blue carpet leading to his office muted my heels and I was able to enter quietly, following the sounds of...grunting and...moaning? What the fuck.

Carefully, I peered through the crack in his door and looked into Apostle Ben's office. My hand immediately shot up to my mouth, stifling a gasp. There bent over his large mahogany desk was Betty Bid, naked and spread open like a book. She was grasping the desk, with her face pressed against it moaning and crying out as a half-clothed Apostle Nate furiously pounded her from behind, muttering under his breath what sounded like a string of prayers as he held her hips and fucked Betty's brains out.

I didn't know whether to run away screaming or burst into laughter and take a nice long video of it. I felt paralyzed and stood there watching the filthy, and rough sexual encounter. Celibate my fucking ass! I thought, shaking my head. The insane man was fucking the girl as he hated her, slamming his pelvis into her red and raw rear end with each stroke. His swollen balls swung back and forth like two engorged plums, and his cock was surprisingly large although I couldn't get quite a good-