Chapter 136: BOOK 30: SARA AND THE BLACK PLUMBER
DIRTY THOUGHTS
SARA'S POV
Right from when I was little, I was known as the church girl. The kind of girl that mothers used to set as a role model for their daughters.
From when I could talk, my parents drilled it into my head to keep my body pure. Always cleanse my mind from vile thoughts, keep my legs close.
Even when I didn't understand half the things they said as a child, my mother didn't care. Always telling me not to disgrace her and my father.
But as I grew older, it got harder to live by. I cried, fasted and begged God to take the spirit of lust away but it didn't work.
Sometimes I knelt on the floor praying until they bled, fasted till my stomach hurt. It only got worse.
Every night when I tried to sleep it came with full force and I was too weak to resist.
I knew it was a sin to touch yourself, I've heard it multiple times at church and from my parents.
The urge came when I lay in bed at night, everywhere quiet. Today was not an exception, my heart was already hammering so fast.
My eyes darted to the door, wary that my mom would barge in here any moment now. I squeezed my thighs together to dull the ache but it just got worst.
My fingers slipped under my nightgown, finding my hot untouched vagina. I pressed two of my fingers on my clit, rubbing the bud until my toes curled, fingers getting thoroughly soaked.
I got brave and tried pushing a finger into my wet entrance. It felt so hot but super tight that I couldn't push through.
"Uhmmmm....mmm..." I moaned softly.
Trying to slam my finger in, it hurt but at the same time felt so good. My vagina leaked more, wetting the sheets as I focused on my fat aching clit.
Then, I felt that heady feeling and I knew I was about to come. I quickly yanked my hands away. I didn't want to come, if I came, then it would be real and I didn't want it to.
Quickly I got down on my knees beside my bed and prayed. "God, please forgive your child. Remove these impure thoughts from me." I prayed, crying till my voice went hoarse.
As if I wasn't going through enough, God gave me a body that always turned heads. It didn't matter that my mother bought me shapeless gowns, they still had a way of showing off my curves.
Anytime I walked into church, the men at church stared, watching my fat tits and round ass jiggle. I hated the attention, and at the same time loved it.
I could still remember that hot Sunday I sat next to my father's friend, Mr John. He kept shifting uneasily on the bench until his thick thigh pressed firmly against mine.
During the whole sermon, I couldn't take my eyes off the crotch of his trousers, watching his penis strain against the material.
There was even a wet spot where his tip was. I should have moved, reported him to my father after church but I didn't. Instead I kept staring, imagining what it would feel like to lift my gown, shift my panties away and sit on it.
Mr John would pound inside me till I cried. But I wouldn't be a virgin anymore, and if my mom found out, I would have hell to pay.
The thoughts were eating me alive and I needed someone to confide in. I needed a safe place to pour my heart out.
After church that day, I confessed to Mrs Martha, the pastor's wife. I should have known that it would be a disaster when her face twisted in disgust as I talked.
She ran straight to my mother and told her everything. As soon as we came back to the house, my mother backhanded me so hard on the face, I stumbled.
"You dirty whore!! You better don't disgrace me in this town. You want sex so bad that you want to burn in hell for it???"
"But..but...mom...it wasn't.." I cried out, trying to form the words.
"Shut up!! You need to control yourself. Keep yourself a virgin, only your husband is meant to go between your legs."
But that wasn't the worst for it. My dad locked me up in my room for the whole day without any food, nor water. "You need to learn a lesson." He said.
The following weeks, I really tried to change, be good, get rid of those thoughts. I prayed more, read the bible more too.
But I was bored, I didn't have anything to do. At twenty, it would surprise you to know I didn't have a phone of my own.
"It would lead you to sin." Mom had said some years back when I had asked and warned me never to ask her for it again.
Today, my mom told me that her and dad were leaving for a church conference in another city. From her expression I knew she didn't want to leave me alone at home.
But she wouldn't be my mom, if she didn't leave me with a set of rules.
"Don't open the door for anybody."
"Don't forget to pray and read the bible every single day."
"Don't forget to keep the house clean and kept always."
"One more. Sara? Don't you dare touch yourself when we are away. I would know and you won't like what i would do to you when I get back."
"Yes..yes, ma." I replied in a shaky voice, palms sweaty.
Then she added, almost an afterthought. "A plumber is coming to fix the pipes in the kitchen tomorrow. He's the only one you're allowed to let into the house. Be modest. Don't talk to him, let him do his job and leave. Understood??"
"Yes."
The next day, they left and I could finally breathe. I was already done with my chores for the day when a heavy knock rattled the front door.
I froze, heart thumping. Werr they back?? But why was my parents knocking??
" Who's there?" I called out softly, waking twieds the door on bare feet.
" It's the plumber, ma'am. I was called to fix leaking pipes in the kitchen." A deep voice answered from outside.
Oh...
I quickly unlocked the door and opened it.
Jesus Christ..
The man standing there was breathtaking. He was tall, so tall that I had to tilt my head to look at him.
Dark olive skin, full pink lips, sharp jaw, intense dark eyes. His tight work shirt stretched against his hard chest.
God...he looked so strong and powerful.
Without shame, my innocent pink pussy clenched as I took him in. My panties got soaked instantly, making my cheeks turn bright red.
He cleared his throat, a small smile tugging his lips.
" Can I come in?"
My voice was gone. "Umm...um....yes. Yes, sir. Please come in."