Chapter 47
“What have we here?” Reverend Cash wondered aloud as he watched the live feed form Edwin’s office. He hit the record button when the preacher’s wife walked in. He also turned the volume up so that he could hear every word spoken.
“Oh, I didn’t think anyone else was here,” Teresa said apologetically. Both Cash and Edwin twisted their lips up dubiously at the bad acting.
“I’m the only one left, I believe. Everyone else is over at Calvary for Reverend Butt’s retirement.”
“So it’s just you and I, alone. Interesting,” she said easing in and closing the door behind her.
“I did not see this coming,” Cash giggled. “Things just keep getting better and better!”
“Mrs. Sanders, I am not comfortable being in a room alone with you!” he said sounding down right scared.
“You were comfortable with putting your dick in my mouth while I was unconscious. Oh, I read the police report,” she laughed wickedly. “I lied on your ass then and I’ll do it again now!”
“W–w–what do you want?” Edwin asked in defeat. “What I gotta do?”
“Everything, that’s what! But first I want some dick,” she demanded. She came around his desk and pushed his chair back with her foot then sat on his desk and pulled her panties off.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Cash warned. He’d followed the man Teresa had fucked in the motel and found out that he was a dope boy turned junky. Definitely not the type that you’d want to fuck behind let alone eat pussy after.
Of course Edwin couldn’t hear him so he dove in face first. Teresa’s pussy tasted slightly bitter and smelled slightly fishy but he pressed on anyway. He flicked and sucked until she squealed from an orgasm.
“My turn,” he said as he stood and whipped out an impressive erection. He practically jumped inside her still quivering box and pounded away savagely.
“Well, fuck her then!” Reverend Cash laughed. He couldn’t believe that he was getting this all on tape. It was practically too good to be true.
Teresa tossed her legs onto his shoulders giving up another inch of pussy. The sound of skin slapping almost drowned out her moans. She came once, then came again. Edwin pulled his handkerchief out and bust a nut inside of it.
“I read the police report too,” he explained breathlessly. It was his semen inside of her that prevented him from fighting the bogus rape charge she’d put on him in college. “So what now?”
“Look, my husband is on his way out. He’s not going to be around much longer. You can either go with him or take over his position. Either way I’ll always be First Lady of this church!”
Teresa furthered her cause by kneeling in front of him and taking him deep into her mouth. Edwin loved the preacher dearly but not as much as he loved himself. Plus she had some dynamite head.
“I’m with you,” he assured her. Neither he nor Reverend Cash knew exactly what she meant by her husband not being around much longer so they both decided to wait and see. It didn’t take long.
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“Okay,” Anita shrugged when Reverend Sanders told her that he wouldn’t be over that night. She was tired of being used and was also getting use to riding Reverend Cash backwards. She especially liked the part when he used a little Crisco on his finger to finger fuck her in the ass while she rode him.
“Well, okay then,” he said relieved at how well that had went. His wife had invited him to dinner to discuss some urgent matter. Things had finally settle down enough for him to ask for a divorce. He would then wait a few months before he married the beloved church secretary. Once he did he would be viewed as a hero for taking care of her and her two kids born out of wedlock. A true redemption song. He had no way of knowing that Reverend Cash was coming to knock her boots all the way to Beijing as soon as he left.
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“Cornish hen stuffed with wild rice and mushrooms,” Teresa sang as she placed his plate in front of him.
“Where are the kids?” he asked as he leaned in to smell the food. He didn’t pick up on the smell of any Arsenic or Cyanide but was still skeptical. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Because I love you. You are my husband,” she said externally while internally she said, ‘because it’s your last meal, you sorry son of a bitch’.
Her words really caught him off guard. He’d stopped loving her years ago and had assumed that she had stopped loving him as well. If he was honest with himself he would admit he only asked her to marry him to impress her well connected father. And because they were at her hospital bedside in college after Edwin had allegedly raped her.
“Well, the only way to say this is to just come out and say it. Teresa, I want a divorce,” he announced.
“Okay, that’s fine. I’m sure Anita is running out of patience. You guys have some beautiful children,” she said without a hint of anger, sarcasm, or malice even though her heart was filled with all three.
“You knew? Well, I know about your… indiscretions as well. Got pictures and everything,” he warned.
“No need for threats, dear. I want this to be civil. I have only one request and I will not take no for an answer!”
“What?” he asked, cocking his head defiantly. He was prepared to give her the house and cars since he was leaving his children too. He knew that the divorce would cost him a few grand in monthly child support and alimony, but he didn’t plan on giving her any more than that.
“Make love to me one last time,” she said softly, sounding quite pitiful.
“Why not?” he replied mainly to himself. Anita had become stingy with the pussy lately and he was backed up. If he didn’t know any better he would swear that she was seeing someone else.
They stood from the table and made their way up to the master bedroom. As soon as they got undressed she took him deep into her mouth. Once he was good and hard she climbed onto the edge of the bed on her hands and knees.
“Wow, was it always this hot?” Reverend Sanders exclaimed as he pushed inside of her. The heat was actually courtesy of the combustion of several infections fighting for dominance.
“Mm hm,” she moaned. Meanwhile her crackhead fuck buddy eased in the backdoor. He then crept upstairs just like rehearsed. Teresa had made sure to position him with his back to the door so that he wouldn’t see what was coming. “You miss this good pussy?”
The preacher opened his mouth to say ‘hell yes’ but M.J fired two rounds into the back of his head silencing him. He dropped dead right on the spot.
“Shit, you could’ve given me another minute! I almost got a nut out of his sorry ass,” she fussed.
“I got you,” he said and dropped his dingy jeans He stepped right over her dead husband’s body and slid inside of her. M.J pounded out a nut for her and one for himself as the preacher lay dead in a puddle of blood.
“I know you brung some dope!” she said hopefully.
“Yeah, I got a couple sacks,” he replied. He sat the murder weapon down on the bed and pulled up his pants. He then dug into a pocket and produced two of the three tiny bags of crack.
The couple chit-chatted and smoked hits of crack over the dead preacher. Once they were done it was time for part two of her plan.
“Babe, get them sacks out of my purse please,” she said sweetly.
“Okay!” he said excitedly and sprang into action. He quickly kneeled down and fished around in her purse in search of more dope. “In here?”
“Keep looking,” she smiled as he put his well-known fingerprints on everything. He was so focused on getting his next hit that he didn’t see her pick the gun up and approach him.
Teresa took aim and fired the four remaining bullets into his back. None were instantly fatal which meant it would be a slow and painful death. It would be made even slower and more painful by having to watch her get high without him.
“My bad. It’s in my drawer,” she giggled and retrieved the dope. She couldn’t call the cops until he was dead so she smoked while she waited. M.J batted his eyes lovingly as she exhaled plumes of the noxious crack smoke. “Are you serious? Okay.”
Teresa wasn’t all bad so she took a deep pull of the pipe and blew the smoke into his mouth. Some of it came out of the holes in his back while the rest of it went straight to hell with him. A peaceful smile spread across his face as he left this existence.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” the operator asked calmly.
“Um… a man broke into my house. He shot my husband and raped me,” Teresa replied so calmly that the dispatcher wondered if she’d heard her correctly.
“Ma’am, did you say someone shot your husband? Is the intruder still there?” she asked.
“Yeah, and he’s dead. I shot him.”
“Police and Rescue are on the way! Please stay on the line.”
The plan to make the hit look like a robbery gone wrong worked like a charm. M.J used a screw driver to pry open the backdoor, he’d been too dumb to wonder why she hadn’t just left it unlocked since she’d left the security alarm off. A rape kit confirmed her story of rape since he’d left semen inside of her. Case closed, for now.
Chapter 48
The news of the violent murder of the beloved preacher rocked the city to its core. Not too long before an accountant from the church had been shot dead in his Atlanta home too. Scores of child porn had been found in his home and on his computer.
“Get… the fuck… out!” Reverend Cash exclaimed when the mugshot of the deceased intruder flashed on the screen. He quickly checked his surveillance pictures and sure enough it was the same man he’d seen Teresa having sex with at the seedy motel. He wasted no time in calling the police.
There was no time to waste since an emergency pastor’s meeting had been called. A new head pastor had to be named immediately. A flock with no shepherd is easily led astray. Cash knew that it was between him and Reverend Sanders close friend Edwin in line for the position. So it was time to make him bow out gracefully or be disgraced.
“Excuse me Reverend, can I get a quick second before the meeting starts?” Cash asked humbly via the phone intercom.
“I don’t have time,” Edwin said dismissively. He was eager to get crowned king of the kingdom and the riches that came along with it.
“Eddie, I assure you that it’s of extreme importance and it affects you directly,” he said. “Besides, you have to pass my office anyway.”
“Eddie!” Edwin growled as he marched down the hall. He didn’t like the flamboyant preacher to begin with but calling him Eddie like they were cool really pissed him off. “I should fire his ass!”
“Make this quick!” he said as he barged into Cash’s office without knocking as a sign of disrespect. Reverend Cash found it amusing and laughed out loud. He then lifted his remote and pressed play.
“I did the editing myself. Not too bad for a novice, huh?” Cash asked the stunned man. He had combined several of Edwin’s sessions with Teresa into one steamy presentation.
“We don’t have much time. My husband just started preaching!” the Teresa on the screen announced as she rushed into his office.
“I’m ready!” the TV Edwin replied with his erection in hand.
“You sir, lay some serious pipe!” he laughed as the sound of sex filled the office. Cash flipped through several of their tryst to make him understand how deep the river ran. There was no explaining this away. “I’m going to need you to decline the position of head Pastor and recommend me.”
“Well, what’s to stop me from taking that disk and telling you to go fuck yourself?” Edwin growled and puffed up like a puffer fish. Cash found it amusing and let out a little chuckle. He clearly had no idea who he was fucking with.
“Take it. That’s your copy,” he said putting emphasize on the word copy. “Oh, and if you ever try me I will kill you!”
“Well, my co-star there has a tremendous amount of say so in the matter. After all she is the grieving First Lady,” Edwin pleaded.
“Her?” Cash laughed pointing at the woman on the screen with a mouthful of dick. “She’s on the tape too! Besides…”
“What’s this?” he asked when Cash handed him a yellow envelope.
“Open it and see for yourself,” came the reply.
“Oh my!” he exclaimed seeing Teresa having sex with yet another man. He blinked and squinted at the vaguely familiar face and asked, “Is that the guy? The one on the news!”
“Same one! This just gets better and better!”
“I know about what you been up to as well! Fucking half the staff, including a certain choir director…” Edwin threw out desperately. “If I go down, you go down!”
“Which one, him?” Cash asked fast forwarding to a scene with Earl on his knees blowing him too. It’s over with, let it go. The police will pick Teresa up and the insurance will go to the church. Don’t worry, I’ll break you off!”
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“Yay! Now we can get married!” Anita cheered and clapped once Reverend Cash got moved into his new office. He’d waited until after the funeral which had given him time to have it gutted and completely redecorated.
“Huh?” Cash asked as if it was the first time he’d heard anything about it.
“Fuck you mean by huh?” Anita growled. She was far from ratchet, but she was tired of being used by men; especially preachers. “You’ve been fucking me for months, talking ‘bout marrying me, and now you saying huh, like you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about!”
“Baby, I…”
“Baby my ass! It wasn’t huh when you wanted to fuck me in my ass! It wasn’t huh when your dick was in my mouth! It wasn’t huh…”
“Okay, okay chill! We getting married,” he said trying to calm her down before anyone else heard her. “We getting married, just like I promised.”
“When?” she demanded to know, softening a little.
“Next weekend. Tell you what, I’ll come by tonight and we can talk about it, set a date, and arrange to make an announcement.”
“Okay baby!” she gushed happily. “I’m finna go home and cook you a big dinner!”
“That’s great. Oh yeah, I need you to do me a favor. Take my laptop home with you. I got some work to do later.”
“Okay babe!” she agreed. They shared a passionate kiss and off she went. Reverend Cash watched out the window as she drove away. As soon as she cleared the huge parking lot he picked up the phone.
“Hello police, I need to report a theft…”