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    dots Submission Name: mallorydots

    Author: blackhart
    ASL Info:    26 male
    Elite Ratio:    2.77 - 65/63/56
    Words: 668
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 1002
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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    mallory was a young girl
    she sold herself cheap
    everyone had a go
    she was sloppy and wet
    loose and lucky

    then one day
    she sold herself to god
    the preacher reached out to her

    came to church every sunday
    that she did
    prayer meetings
    even a bible study

    preacher wanted her reformed
    she needed supervision
    he wanted to reach out to her
    show her a better way
    but the way she moved
    that fetish look
    found himself wanting to reach out to her

    she felt it like the times before
    she was still that wonderful whore
    then one night after prayer meeting
    she knelt at the alter
    and pretended to pray
    looking back past the pews he noticed her after his good-byes

    that poor soul he had sinfully wanted
    kneeling down he started to pray
    his hand touched her back
    he felt the sheer cloth she wore and nothing else
    he asked the lord for strength
    let him help them both
    a chance for redemption just didnt seem like much
    his lust grew beyond himself

    she knew he was only a man
    felt his unstable breath
    and the false sincerity of his prayer
    she knew what was in his voice
    his voice went coarse and quiet as she turned to him
    tell me father she began
    is it worth it
    all your pains and suffering
    dumbfounded he knew he was transparent
    i must be..
    she lifted up and kissed him hard
    her very touch sent blood to his all but flacid staff
    knocking him over
    now on his back
    her hand forcefully grabbing his
    to tear at her dress
    grinding upon his erection
    the sin mounting
    she rips open his shirt
    his collar flies
    his zipper torn raptured by lust
    he could feel her moistend lips
    upon his celabate head
    he exploded as she came upon him like a tidal wave

    weeks went by and he could not repent
    his lust placed upon the alter
    and in the pews

    just one more life now from so many years of service
    she dominated his thoughts
    he was loyal through and through
    she had his sack on a chain
    and led dominant and proud
    the congregation noticed a change
    but didnt know
    just a backslidden christian being mentored by the preacher

    the scandal came
    late one day
    preacher man found himself in the sex shop
    at the edge of town
    wanting to buy what mallory had orderd
    fetish upon fetish
    that he loved so dear

    money from the tithes came and went
    yeah baby just another cent

    lusting to lick those folds again and again
    he went to a marital counseling
    smelly and spent

    word got around and cameras hidden began to follow
    the voyuer deluxe
    her take another swallow
    these juices so warm and slippery

    she led him through the park one day
    knowing full well there were cameras at play
    took him toward the corner seclusion
    hypnotised him by seductive illusion

    she held his soul in her hand
    stroking it length
    teasing its sensitivity
    she mounted and straddled
    riding fierce and fast
    he couldnt keep up
    he wasnt going to last
    he blew and blew
    till none was left
    a shock a pain
    he held his chest
    she rode oblivious
    never slowing
    he let go of his breath
    her orgasm came careening and flowing
    she noticed his depature
    drained the last of him with a giration of her curvy hips
    dismopunted she smiled
    a little devil smile
    winked at the camreras
    adjusted her dress
    and left

    there was a new arrival in town today
    wonder what her faith is
    the preacher pondered
    better go introduce myself....
    invite her to church...

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    ||| Comments |||
      That was....like no poem i have ever read before...that was amazing...It was like i was watching it seeing it all happen *No matter how nasty that may be* It kept me entertained all the way to the end.
    | Posted on 2006-07-27 00:00:00 | by BloodtornAngel | [ Reply to This ]
      Ha omg I love that. That was truly a griping poem. I thought it was going to be a nice poem , but than it took a spin. I loved the way you did that. well written, very good job indeed. love the ending by the way.

    bloody mary~~~>
    | Posted on 2006-07-27 00:00:00 | by BloodyMary87 | [ Reply to This ]

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