SINFUL PLEASURE

CHAPTER THREE

"There you are". Mrs Zelda Williams, Evelyn's mother said when Evelyn stepped into the worship hall.

Other members of the flock were filing in, taking their spots on the pews.

"Hey mom, did you need me for something?". Evelyn asked coolly.

"What were you doing?". Her mother frowned at her, giving her a look.

"Talking to Deacon Theo about the upcoming outreach to the homeless". She lied smoothly".

"That's wonderful of you!". Her mother smiled.

Mrs Zelda Williams was a beautiful woman in her early thirties. She had on a high-necked, sleeveless dress. Her long black hair was cut short and styled just like a proper Christian wife would. She was a refined, elegant woman, the proper model for how one should dress and act.

Evelyn leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and almost giggled when she remembered she had just sucked a c**k with those lips and now she was kissing her mother's cheek with them.

Evelyn had a secret that made her feel far more of a woman than her mother even though her mother was twice her age.

She left her mother's side and went to meet her friends who had already arrived in Church. They chattered and gossiped, none of them aware of her s****l awakening. They thought she was still so pure, so innocent. She put on her smile, pretending to be the good bishop's daughter while her panties were still wet from her naughty activities. She savored the feel as she returned to sit down in the front row beside her mother.

The choir sang, prayers were given, and communion passed around. A wicked flutter went through her as she ate the cracker and sipped the grape juice. They didn't use wine like the Catholics. And then her father took to the pulpit and delivered his sermon.

"Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge". Her father boomed, his face stern.

His strong hands gripped the edge of the pulpit as he wore his black vestments, the collar starched white about his throat.

"Hebrews 13:4". He gazed out at the crowd. "Even in this room, sins of the flesh creep in. We must be vigilant against it, stay pure to the vows we swore before God, our commitment to him. For marriage...".

Evelyn smiled as she listened. He was such a hypocrite, railing against the very act he performed over and over again in this very church. She glanced to her left where Mrs Adelaide Smith sat beside her husband, nodding her head, agreeing with everything her father said.

Was she imagining what it was like to commit adultery with her father? Was her p***y wet and juicy and itching for his c**k?. Evelyn couldn't help but wonder.

She licked her lips, savoring the flavor of Adelaide's husband's c*m as she turned back and nodded to her father's sermon. Then her eyes fell on him. David Steel. He was such a sexy man in his twenties. He had only joined the church a year ago and was now her father's personal assistant. She shifted her attention back to her father. He had such passion in his voice, in his face.l as he preached. The same passion with which he f****d the w***e, Adelaide.

After her father's sermon, which left her wet and itching and eager to commit more sin, the collection plate passed around. Her mother slipped her a crisp bill to drop in.

It never made sense to her why her mother always gave her money to drop in. Her father's salary was paid by the tithe. Her mother then gave her some of it to drop back into the plate.

An endless cycle.

As she waited for the plate, she slipped the note she had written earlier into the folded bill and shuddered when she dropped it into the brass plate lined with red velvet, joining the bills and checks and coins. She passed it on to her mother, who dropped a check in. The ushers collected it and took it to the treasury.

A hot flutter shot through her as church ended. She endured the endless chitchat of her friends, her flesh fiery hot. Her mother went off to host the after service luncheon while she remained behind, promising to straighten up the auditorium whiles her father had to attend to his duties.

The moment she had a chance, she slipped out of the worship room and headed to the changing room. It was for baptisms. One door led out to the church's baptismal pool to the right of the pulpit, the other to the office hallways. The room was dark, with no windows. It had a makeshift clothes rack which hung the baptismal gowns, all pure white, along with spare hangers.

She stripped out of her clothes and hang it.

It was so freeing to be naked in the church. Her n*****s were so hard atop her bouncing breasts as she moved through the room, her dress neatly hung with the baptismal gowns. She shuddered, her p***y juices trickling down her thighs as she skipped across the room and flicked off the light.

Then she moved to a small table in the corner of the room, the only light in the room spilling through the gap at the bottom of the door. She seated herself on the table, leaned back on her elbows, and waited for her note to be found.

She licked her lips, a horny flush shuddering through her. She wrote the note with her right hand to disguise it since she was left handed and she knew her her father's assistant would recognize her hand writing if she used her left hand.

It was a simple note:

"I am hot, wet, and itching for your c**k. Find me in the baptismal changing room".

She bit her lip, twirling one of her braids about her finger as she waited. Her p***y grew juicer and juicer. She could feel each drop trickle down from her p***y, across the cheeks of her ass, to puddle on the table she lounged again.

She squirmed in the wet spot she formed. Her toes curled as she squirmed. The air kissed her naked flesh. There was something so liberating about being naked outside of the bathroom or her bedroom. A naughty thrill.

Her heart beat as her ears strained. Every noise made her hopeful that her father's assistant found her note. She pictured him in his office, collar off, working through the checks and cash, writing in the ledger, and then the moment he unfurled her bill and discovered the note.

What would he think?

How long would he debate her note? How long before he investigated? Would he wait, pondering his response, as the minutes ticked by? Or would lust overwhelm him and drive him to the changing room. It was only a few doors down from his.

The church was empty. They were the only two people there. No one would know.

She bit her lip, her right hand squeezing one of her large t**s. She found her n****e hard and aching. She brushed it and groaned. Tingles ran through her body. A horny shudder rippling through her. She needed her father's assistant to come and find her. She needed his hard c**k to take her virginity.

She let out a whimper of frustration. Why did God give us bodies that yearned to sin so much if he had a problem with s*x?. Evelyn suddenly frowned.

Her fingers crept a little lower, nearing her p***y. Her c**t was so hard to resist. She begged to be touched and stroked and rubbed. She bit her lip again and pinched her n****e hard. She leaned back, her head brushing the wall.

"Come on, David". She moaned. "I need...".

A door opened and closed, echoing through the hallway. She tensed up. Footsteps walked down the hallway. The carpet was thin, laid directly on the concrete floor. The steps echoed, growing closer and closer. Her heart burst into frenetic activity, drumming like the sinful beat of rock and roll. A shadow darkened the door. Then the knob twisted.