The Dubcon Groom, part 3 (m18, f28) (religious shame) (cheating) (pegging) (femdom)

The Dubcon Groom, part 3 [m18, f28] [religious shame] [degrading] [cheating] [pegging] [dubcon]

(This is the companion story for The Dubcon Bride. I will post part one in the comments, and part 2 in the comment of part 1)

(summary, in case you don't want to read 1 and 2)

(Seth)

Rose, my fiancee, has her heart set on holding the wedding at the church she grew up in. I can't let her down. If we don't get married here because of me, she'll know it's because I can't maintain control of my lust and sin. We're both virgins, saving ourselves for marriage. Pastor Rebecca has tried helping me in our weekly sessions, and I've failed each time.

The first week she had me masturbate in front of her while she had her top off. We found out that wasn't enough. The second week she was going to take my manhood in her mouth, only I came before she could. We finished that session with her whipping me with a riding crop.

I've learned to stop resisting her and just obey. It's the only way I'll get better and stop sinning. I have to get all my sin out here in these sessions or I could risk falling into sin with Rose.

(end of summary)

Her shoulder length, straight, brown hair falls into her face as she looks at notes from last week. Pastor Rebecca looks disgusted as she reads over what we've done. I have to look away from her blue eyes when she looks up at me, disappointed.

"I hope you know I don't want to do this, Seth." She sets down the clipboard and looks at me.

"We don't have to," I say, my body demanding otherwise. All week I've struggled with impure thoughts. Thoughts of Rebecca's mouth sucking on me. I fought them as best I could, but it's all I could think about.

"Oh, so you've been able to stop yourself from lusting all week?" She's sarcastic, almost mean with her tone.

"No," I say, looking down. It's so embarrassing to admit, yet such a relief. Admitting it means my body will get what it wants. It wants Rebecca.

"That's what I thought." She crosses her arms under her ample breasts, tucked away under her white blouse. "Now show me."

"Show you?" I ask. "Show you what?"

"Show me your lust." She gets up from her chair and walks over to me. She's a little shorter than me, but she feels taller. "You're lusting after me right now, aren't you?"

"Y-yes," I say, standing to remove my tightening pants. My manhood springs up when my pants and boxers are pulled down.

"Are we going to get your sin out today?" she asks, shaking her head. "Or are you going to lose control again?"

Her words turn my face red. I didn't want to ejaculate when she barely touched me last week. It only made my lust worse because I couldn't get what I wanted. "Well, I..."

(Rebecca)

It's so hard not to smile at his discomfort. I have to act disappointed in him. He needs to feel as much shame and embarrassment as I can give him. It's how I like them.

"Answer me," I demand, placing my hands on my petite waist. "Tell me what you want from me today. I'm done wasting time."

"What I want?" he asks, trying to squirm his way out of the question.

"Do you want to just masturbate here on the floor?" I gesture to the floor between us before crossing my arms under my DD breasts, making sure to push them up for him. "Or do you want something else? What is your lust telling you? We need to get it out of your system."

"I want you..." every word he speaks is slow, he's scared to speak them. "To..."

"Are you afraid of telling me what you want?" I step close to him, so my chest is nearly touching his and I have to look up at him just a little. "Words are powerful, Seth. If I'm the one taking charge during these sessions then it's not really you getting rid of your lust is it? It's me guessing at what I need to do. We can't have that. To save your future marriage, you need to take control of your lust. Now tell me, use words like cock, pussy, tits, ass, and tell me what to do."

(Seth)

There was no way I could tell this woman what I wanted. What I wanted wasn't right. What I wanted would defile her, and I couldn't ask that of her.

"Tell me to do something or I'm cancelling this session and the wedding." She backs away, the intoxicating closeness now a void between us.

"Wait!" I say, fearing the judgement of Rose, the church, and everyone I know if I fail at pre-marital counseling. "I would like it if you... sucked on my cock like you were going to last week."

"No," she says, rolling her blue eyes and huffing. "That's not telling me what to do, is it, Seth?"

My insides writhe at the idea of ordering this woman around. It's one thing to say I want something she offered, it's another completely to order her. She's my pastor!

"Fine, you just want us to sit here and talk?" She heads back to her chair, her ass tight in her pencil skirt.

"No!" I say, louder than I want to, but fear of not getting what I want makes me bolder. "T-take off your shirt."

"That's better," she says, turning to face me. She removes her shirt, revealing her lacy white bra underneath. "Like this?"

"No," I say, "the bra too."

"Very good, Seth." She smiles as if she's proud of me as she undoes her bra and let's her breasts fall. The bounce could make me drunk. "Anything else? I'm yours to command during these sessions. I can't say no. It's for your own good."

My cock stiffens at her words. The power of knowing I can tell her what to do, of having this woman at my command. "Take off your skirt and panties."

She obeys. Standing naked in front of me, she waits for my next command.

"Get..." Words catch in my throat at what I'm about to say. "Get on your knees."

Her eyes stay locked on mine as she lowers herself to her knees. She's coy, only doing what I tell her to. I have to be the one to sin today, yet somehow, it still feels like she's in control.

"Open your mouth," I order, moving directly in front of her when she does so. "Now, suck on it."

She takes it in her mouth as if she's hungry for it. Pulling on it with the suction of her mouth, looking up at me as if she's asking for more.

"Oh, fuck." I cover my mouth. I haven't used swear words since I was little and didn't know any better.

"It's okay," she says, tapping my cock on her tongue. "Let it out. This is your chance to get all your sin out. Don't hold back. That's the key."

I can feel myself getting close. It's so hard to hold it in with her. Her amazing body, the way she touches and sucks on my cock, and how she pulls the sin out of me.

"Wait," I say, pulling away from her so I don't cum. If I cum, then the session is over. "I want more."

"That's good, Seth." She strokes my thighs like a cat pawing for me to pet her. "You need to give me all your sin."

I've never touched a woman. In this moment, it's what I need more than anything. "Lay down on the couch."

Giving me a sly grin, she gets up and gets on her stomach, her ass staring at me. It's not what I meant for her to do, but I didn't specify how to lay down.

Taking this opportunity to feel her supple, curvy backside, I run my hands along her. "Turn over."

She rolls overs, her breasts swaying side to side with the movement. The look she gives me makes my knees weak. It tells me that even if I took all of her and gave her all of me today, it wouldn't be enough to sate my lust.

"Spread your legs," my voice is less shaky, but it still almost cracks.

"Tell me what you want and what you're going to do to me," she says, opening her legs her smooth shaven pussy.

"I want to feel you," I say, caressing her leg down to where they meet. "I've never felt a woman like this." My other hand slides along her breast, which fills my hand.

"Do you like this?" she asks, moaning when I find the slit between her legs. "Do you like touching me?"

"Fuck," I say, my cock throbbing and aching with desire. "Yes I do."

"Is that all you want?" she asks, helping one of my finger slip inside of her.

"No," I breathe, feeling dizzy. "I want..." I want to fuck her, to ruin my purity, but that the one thing I can't have in these sessions, right?

"Seth, you're going to ruin your fiancee's purity if you don't take care of things in our sessions." She writhes against my finger, her body begging me to enter her with more. "You're a weak, pathetic man who can't control his lust."

It stabs me, and I almost reel back.

"There's one way you can save your future wife's purity." She pushes my finger deeper. "Fuck me. Take all your lust out on me."

"What about Pastor Andrew?" Her husband sneaks into my mind for the first time in a while.

"He knows the sacrifices I have to make to save men like you." She massages my hand on her breast with her other hand.

"I don't want to get you pregnant," I say, knowing it's the last thing standing in my way between my purity and sin.

"You can just pull out," she says, biting her lips as my finger moves inside her. "Isn't this what you need?"

"Yes," I barely get the words out.

"Then fuck me," she says, pulling me in to kiss her. She pulls the rest of my clothes off as we kiss and I climb between her on the layout couch.

Once I'm naked, my cock presses against her entrance, all thoughts of Rose leaving me. In this moment I want Rebecca.

With all my reservations, inhibitions, and strength to resist temptation gone, I try to put my cock inside of her. She grips my cock when I fumble and guides me inside, letting out a small gasp once I'm in.

"Oh, fuck," she says, gripping at my backside and pulling me deeper. Her legs wrap around me, keeping me from leaving. Her desire for me makes it difficult to keep from cumming.

(Rebecca)

He begins to thrust clumsily, his virgin body ensuring he won't last long at all. The sounds I make are like nails in his coffin.

His cock swells, "I'm gonna cum," he cries, trying to pull out.

My legs tighten around him. "Cum in me," I beg.

"Oh god!" He thrusts again, unable to resist the urge.

Warm cum fills my pussy, and I let out a gasp of ecstacy. He's mine now.

Leaning over my body, he trembles and shakes against me as his orgasm pulses into me.

"That's it." I stroke the back of his head. "That's a good boy."

He cries as his orgasm fades, feeling the sin of what he's done. "I'm not good. I've failed."

"Exactly," I say, pushing him away to look him in the eyes. "And now you won't cause your fiancee to fall into sin. We did everything we could to avoid this, there was nothing else we could do."

His cock falls out of me as he cries. "I'm sorry."

"Good, good." I position him on the couch, bent over in place of me. I retrieve my riding crop. "You're getting better at this. Now, tell me thank you."

I whip his backside as hard as I can, his thank you turning into a cry of pain.

"Thank me for taking your sin!" I whip him again.

"Thank you!" He cries.

"No, I'm sorry," I say, dropping the riding crop. "This isn't enough. Do you know what you just did to me? You fucked me!"

"I'm sorry!" He looks back at me, not knowing how to make it better.

"Stay there," I command this time before retrieving my strap-on. "If you want to get better, then I have to show you what you did to me. Make it so you never want to sin again."

A look of fear replaces his guilt. "What are you gonna do?"

"Do you want to get better?" I tighten it onto myself. "You'll have to agree to let me fuck you."

"Uhh," he says, starting to tremble. "Okay."

Taking the cum and wetness from between my legs, I lube the strap-op and press it against his ass. "Tell me you want this to get better."

(Seth)

What else can I say? I just defiled her. How can I say no to this after what I did? "I... I want this." My voice shakes.

"Good," she says, the object pressing against my clenched cheeks. "Now relax, and let me punish you for what you did."

I couldn't relax, not with my heart racing like this. My breath quickens even as I try to slow it.

"I said, relax," she says, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back. "Let. Me. In."

It takes all I have to stop tensing the object from going between my ass cheeks, but I do, her tugging on my hair morivates me in the end.

It reaches my hole, and my racing heart goes even faster. She pushes it until it enters. I begin to scream.

She slaps a hand over my mouth. "Did I scream when you entered me?"

"No," I grunt, my eyes watering.

"Exactly," she says, letting my hair go. "Grip the couch if you have to. Just remember, your future wife is in the other office."

It's enough to quiet me as she pushes the rest of the way in, even though it hurts so bad it's hard to think. When I think it won't get worse, she thrusts.

The feeling it generates makes my stomach feel weird. It still hurts, but the object hits something inside me that makes my cock and insides tingle.

"Are you sorry you sinned?" She reached around my waist and tugs on my limp cock.

"Fuck!" My whole body doesn't know what to do with the sensations she's causing me. Pain and pleasure, arousal, and disgust. "I'm sorry."

"Wait" she says, her hand grasping my hardening cock. "It doesn't feel like you're sorry."

"I'm sorry!" I almost yell, ashamed at how my cock and body are reacting.

She speeds up with her thrusting and her hand, and my body begins accepting the foreign object inside me. It's still uncomfortable, but not as painful. The shameful and embarrassing pleasure overpowering the pain.

"Are you going to cum from me punishing you?" Rebecca demands, her hand squeezing my cock. "You can't even be punished properly."

It's true. This shouldn't feel good. What's wrong with me?

My cock begins to swell, the orgasm close. I'm about to cum, when she stops.

"Do you want to cum from being punished?" She isn't moving. "Then you'll have to do it yourself. This is supposed to be a punishment. If you find pleasure in it then get yourself off."

I'm pathetic. The orgasm calls me, and I answer. She holds her hand tight around my cock but doesn't move, so I move. Back and forth, the object penetrating me as her hand stays in place. Pleasure from both places as I move my hips.

Cum shoots forward onto the couch. Once my orgasm starts, she jerks and thrusts again, causing the intensity of the orgasm to peak and for me to cry out. "Oh God!"

She's gentle to pull it out of me. I lay there in a heap, ashamed of myself.

"I should tell Rose about this." She puts the strap-on away and returns to my side. "I should cancel the wedding. There's no saving you. Not after this."

"No, please!" I take her hand and look up at her. "Please, I'm not beyond hope, I promise."

"Are you even ashamed of what you did today?" She takes her hand away like I have a disease.

"Yes," I say, wishing I could convey to the depths of which I feel shame. "I do. It's all I feel."

Still naked, she kneels down next to me. "I don't even know what to do with you. I've done all I can."

"I'll do anything!" I grasp at her, this time she doesn't pull away.

"Fine." Her voice is flat, as if she doesn't care about me anymore. "We're going to schedule on a different day from Rose so that Pastor Andrew can join us. It's going to take more than what I can do for you to turn you away from sin."

"Thank you!" I weep against her hand.

After we're dressed and I've composed myself, I meet Rose in the hallway. We don't look at each other, our eyes cast to the floor.

"I have counseling scheduled on a different day next week," I finally say to her when we reach our cars. "I might not see you."

"Oh," she says, quiet and distracted. "Okay."

I should tell her I love her before we part ways, but I'm too ashamed to. She doesn't say it either, and I don't press her as to why. Maybe she can sense how deplorable I am. I don't love myself right now either.

"I'll see you at church," I say before getting into my car. All I want to do is crawl into a hole and bury myself.

As our cars exit the parking lot, I see her one last time. She's wiping tears away, and I can't help but wonder if something happened during her session, or if she knows about mine...