When she
woke she was alone, lying naked on the crumpled sheets in a wet patch. She
grinned to herself. Sighing, she stood up and found her robe and underwear. The
panties were still wet and she thought, "Fuck it, don't need them",
and left them on the bed, not caring if they were found by the Sister or the
Master or the embarrassed cleaner or whoever the fuck. All she wanted was more
sex, even if she had to go looking. It could be a long and very satisfying
night.
She walked
along the shadowy corridor of the upper floor, lit only by moonlight coming in
through the window at the end. It was silent at first, but as she reached the
top of the staircase she heard something. It was coming from the last chamber, behind
a large wooden door. In the centre of the closed door was a sign: Master. The
sound was louder – and then she recognised it: an excited moan that could only
be sexual, she thought. What was he up to in there? And with who? Elena? She
leaned up to the door and held the handle. It turned easily. Dare she peep in?
She couldn't resist.
As the door
opened a little she could see the room was lit by dozens of candles. It was a
large chamber with four-poster bed in the centre and a free-standing bathtub
beside it, next to which was a pile of clothes. She could make out a dark robe
and a kind of slip or nightgown, and a small messy shape of shed underwear.
Aha! Of course. She heard the moaning again. And on the bed she saw two figures
in silhouette. They hadn't noticed her, so she slipped silently into the
shadows of the candlelit room to see more. If she couldn't find someone to fuck
at least she could watch – who knew, maybe the Master would want seconds after
he finished with whoever this was on his bed.
Erica
quietly edged closer. On the bed lay a woman's shape, spread-eagled, naked. As
the moonlight came in through the window she could see the white flesh and the
little mound of pubic hair. The girl's arms reached out to the corners of the
top of the bed, as if she was tied to the bedposts, and her legs were spread
below. If she wasn't bound she was certainly submissive. And then the Master
appeared from the far side of the bed, tall, wide-shouldered – and stark naked.
She could see the silhouette of his very large member, swinging forwards as he climbed
onto the bed, to take his position above the girl. Just at that moment the
girl's head turned towards Erica and she recognised her friend!
Elena
noticed her at the same time and her eyes widened with disbelief. Erica wasn't
sure if her friend wanted her to leave, watch, or join in! Once before they
hadhad a threesome with some guy they
picked up in a nightclub and they had both admitted to enjoying watching each
other being taken and using the man's body for their mutual pleasure. But this
time? Erica moved back further into the shadows and watched for a moment. Her
friend now had to look up at the Master, otherwise he would notice the
intruder. He was now about to enter her, his huge cock at full attention and
hovering over the wide-open pussy below. Goodness knows what foreplay they had
been up to in the bath but it didn't surprise her to see the man so excited.
As she
watched, the long member slowly entered the supine girl, who moaned again as he
went deeper and began to thrust. Erica felt herself getting turned on even more
so she rubbed her hand over her mound, through the silky robe, knowing she too was
wet and ready underneath. But she would need to find someone else this time.
She watched a few moments more, hoping her good friend would get a good hard
long fuck from the man who, she realised, must be her 'boss'. Perhaps this was
part of the weird therapy they practised in this strange place. No wonder Elena
had recommended it to her. But it was time to leave them in privacy and find
her own amusement. There must be someone else she could seduce.
She found
her way back down to the cloakroom, where the handsome attendant was still at
his post. And of course it only took her a second to form her next plan. She
acted immediately, asking with a smile for her coat and bag. She had no
intention of leaving but she wanted to change back to the skimpy clothes and see
if this guy could be of any more useful service. 'Let me help you find it,' she
said as he went into the back room. She followed him into a small room where
there were some coats and bags on a row of hooks and others on what appeared to
be a large bed. It reminded her of those parties where everyone puts their coats
on the bed in the spare room. And she had an idea…
As he moved
to switch on the light she said: 'Leave that, I've found what I need.' She had
taken her overnight bag from the hook and held it out. 'See. But I need your
help.' He looked puzzled and was about to speak, but she stepped forward and
put a finger on his lips. She opened the bag and took out her little skirt and
top and lay them on the bed. As he watched, confused, she stood before him and,
in one quick movement, lifted her nun's habit up over her head and let it fall.
She saw his eyes uncontrollably look down at her bare breasts, smooth tummy,
hairless pussy and legs still clad in white stockings. She promptly stepped
forward and began unbuttoning his black shirt. She stared seductively into his
dark eyes as the buttons came undone, then stepped back enough to untuck the
shirt and told him to take it off.
As he obeyed
she admired his strong jaw and stubble, his dark hair and muscular chest ('quite
the Celtic god aren't you, she thought – but what about the rest?') Next she unbuckled
his belt and the buttons of his black trousers and yanked them down. His
underwear was black too, and only just held in what appeared to be an
impressive cock. She grabbed the boxer shorts and pulled them hard down,
watching as his semi-erect member flopped out. 'Soon get that harder' she
thought. Down on her knees, she quickly clasped it with her long fingers and
gave a few licks of her tongue over the smooth head. It was swelling quickly.
Just to be sure, she took it in her mouth and gave a few sucks and licks. Once
she took it to the back of her throat and felt him swelling harder, but then
she pulled away. 'Not yet, man, you've got to help me find my coat.' She
gestured to the bed, covered by a large pile of coats, robes and cloaks.
Before he could
say a word she pulled him to the bed and parted the pile enough to climb under
it, in the middle of the bed. She dragged him in and rolled over onto her back,
pulling him on top. He needed no more encouragement and within moments he was
inside her. Her pussy was so wet she parted easily and reached around him to
pull him by the buttocks so that he went deep up inside. As she suspected, it
didn't take long and she only wanted to use him, not know him, so she increased
the pace and thrust her body up to bring him closer. He responded, thrusting
harder and deeper, so that she could feel his full length swelling inside her.
The movement brought her ever closer and he helped by caressing and gently
nibbling her nipples, which turned her on more and made her moan and shudder.
She felt him throb uncontrollably inside and pulled him as deep as possible,
using her inner muscles to grip him there until he lost control and spurted
several times into her, just as she brought herself to climax by rubbing her
clit as he pounded her inside. They collapsed under the pile of coats,
breathing hard, falling into relief and rest.
But not for
long. She pushed him off and stood up. She quickly found her skirt and top, put
them on and turned back to him, still lying on the bed. 'Thank you for your
service.' From her handbag she took a banknote, dropped it onto his bare
stomach with a grin, then left the room.
Not bad, she
thought, but she still envied the attention her friend was getting in the
chamber above. What else could she get up to in this sinful place? She
continued walking along the ground floor, enjoying feeling cool air around her
almost bare legs, her short skirt swaying as she moved, her skimpy top tight
against her pert breasts, their nipples still hard. Then she saw another
staircase leading down, to the crypt. She couldn't resist her own curiosity.
What dungeon of perversion could be down there?
The crypt was
cool and dark, lit only by candles. Her pussy was still swollen and hot, juices
still seeping from her. She couldn't resist sitting on the cool stone steps,
allowing her skirt to rise around her as she sat down to relish the coolness on
her bare buttocks and pussy lips. She felt a weird perversion at her act,
leaving her wet trail here. But she didn't care. And damn it, she was horny
again!
Suddenly she
saw a movement from the dark corners of the old chapel.It was a more mature man in a priest's robe
coming out of a booth. He saw her sitting on the stone steps and stopped a few
steps away. She knew he was looking at her stocking-clad legs and skimpy
outfit, wondering why she wasn't in her nun's uniform. 'Have you come to
confess, young lady?' She wasn't sure whether to respond or run back upstairs.
It seemed anything was possible in this place. Without thinking much she said
yes, and stood up to face him. 'Well, then, follow me.'
He led her
into a small ante-room. It was not a confessional, but it had two chairs facing
each other. He beckoned to her to sit and took the chair facing her. He smiled,
perhaps to put her at ease. Or was he what he seemed? Was he as randy as the
novice, the Master and the cloakroom boy? She couldn't help herself, even
though he seemed a little more stern. She spread her legs slightly and grinned
at him. He noticed the movement and looked at her lap. 'I guess I'm not your
usual visitor,' she said. 'Oh, you'd be surprised. We get all sorts in here.'
He grinned. She felt a thrill and a new longing and despite any instinct for
good behaviour (which she rarely had) she conceded to wickedness again,
spreading herself even more, to the point where he must surely see her naked
slit between her bare thighs. She noticed him lick his lips, despite himself.
Then, on a whim, she reached down and lifted up her halter top, exposing her
shapely young breasts, nipples proud and firm.
'You really
have been a sinner, haven’t you?' he said. 'In fact, you've been rather a
little slut, I believe!'
'Oh yes,'
she gasped. 'I am a slut. I can’t help it. But I seek your forgiveness,
father.'
'You can be
forgiven. But first you must be punished. Come with me.'
He stood up
and reached out his hand to her. She obeyed, feeling a thrill of excitement and
a touch of fear, wondering what would happen to her now and whether she would
be in control this time. He led her away to a dark corner and through another
door, which he shut and locked behind them. One bright light hung from the
centre of the ceiling. The room seemed bare, the walls brick, the floor tiled,
the only furniture being a kind of wooden bench at the far wall. 'Over here,'
he instructed. What was this place? She wondered. Some kind of dungeon? And
what was that table or bench for? Then she saw two iron hoops fitted to the
brick wall. 'Oh shit,' she thought. 'Is he going to tie me up there?' For a second
she started to panic, her heart racing faster and her breath quickening. Yet
she felt a perverse thrill too. She wanted to be punished and perhaps taken
again – could this be some kind of BDSM chamber?
'I can
imagine what you're thinking,' he said. He was right behind her now and moved
his arms around her waist, moving her with the weight of his body to the end of
the room. 'You need to be punished. But don't worry, I rather imagine you will
enjoy it. Now just keep quiet and take your punishment.' Then he pulled off her
top, lifted her arms up and fed her hands through the shackles, tightening them
to cuff her wrists in place. She gave a little whimper, but loved the feeling
of vulnerability, feeling bold and uncaring – and very horny again. As if he knew
this, he said she wouldn't be needing her clothes for this, and he pulled down
her little skirt and stockings. She was now bound and naked, at his mercy. Her
pussy throbbed with excitement, still wet from her recent fucking and the
renewed stimulation of her dirty mind.
The man's
large warm hands caressed her back and buttocks. His fingers reached down
between her thighs and pulled her legs apart. He stood back and admired the
nude girl from behind, then took a cane from a hook on the wall. 'Your safe word
is "more",' he said with a grin. And then he took a short step back,
gently swung the cane backwards, then struck it forwards against her bare
buttocks. She gasped with surprise. Thwack! It came again. She felt a sharp
pain. Again, he struck, harder, leaving a slight red line across her cheeks.
Another! And again. Three red lines across her vulnerable buttocks. It hurt
her, but she found she perversely enjoyed it. She wanted to cry 'more', but
thought that might make him stop so she remained silent, only emitting gasp
each time the cane hit her. 'One more for now,' he said, bringing it down
harder than before so that she cried out with pain and gasped with delight at
the same time.
'I think
you're enjoying this too much. Time for something else.' She heard something
fall to the floor behind her and realised it must be his robe. She felt his
hands around her waist again, pulling her out and spreading her legs. Suddenly
his fingers stuck into her wet slit and he pushed at least three of them up
inside. Then he slid them out and used his middle finger to play with her
swollen clit. She began moaning and felt her pussy filling with more blood as
her body readied itself for sex again. And sure enough, she then felt the tip
of a cock enter her from behind, her eager pussy spreading to receive it. It
felt rock hard and seemed to lift her from the ground as he thrust it deep and
hard.
One of his
hands reached round to rub her breasts, tweaking the nipples hard. She gasped
again then moaned out loud as he pushed his dick fully inside. She felt it
swell and throb, knowing it wouldn't be long before she got another cream pie.
And sure enough, moments later she felt a hot wet surge inside as he purged his
load deep into her. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew with a sigh. She
moaned again, wanting more – she hadn't yet come this time. But this was a
punishment, she remembered.
She assumed
he would now let her go. But she was wrong.
She heard
the door open behind her, but as she was bound to the wall she could not move
her head round enough to see. Another man, she heard. They spoke in whispers
and she felt them approach. The first man said, 'The Master has something for
you.' She felt a thrill. She wondered if Elena knew about this. Where was she?
But she soon forgot that when she felt a man's hands on her buttocks again.
This time they seemed to be covered in massage oil, or some other lubrication,
and she wondered why. Her pussy was already soaking wet.
But then she
felt fingers circling around her little brown hole, her sensitive
starfish-shaped hairless rear entrance which she suddenly realised was
completely at their mercy. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'now they really are going to
punish me.' But there was nothing she could do. It wouldn't be her first time.
She told herself to just relax, let herself open up, remembering the trick of
opening her mouth to widen the little hole behind. The warm oil was oozing out
of her hole now and she felt the fingers push gently inside it.She tried not to resist and was surprised how
easily she opened up. The lubrication was working – she even started to like
the sensation of the soft fingers edging inside her. But then they withdrew.
Something bigger surely coming next.
The Master
admired the girl from head to toe. Then he leaned over her from behind, kissed
her neck, giving her a shiver, and said: 'You're mine now. You must obey me in
this place.' She remained silent, hoping she would not upset him. Her buttocks
still hurt from the caning and she didn't want more serious abuse. Yet she knew
she was going to be taken from behind any moment. He caressed her breasts,
taking one fully in each hand, gently massaging them with warm well-oiled
hands. She felt something against her upper thigh. Something hard and smooth.
It must be the large cock she had seen pounding her friend earlier, up in the
chamber. She hoped she could take it inside.Time to find out. Its firm but smooth tip moved up between her cheeks,
gliding over her soaking pussy lips, upwards. Fingers reached to grab her and
spread the hole. She opened her mouth with a gasp as she felt the head start to
enter her.
Her body was
so well fucked and horny today she felt she could take anything, and she felt
herself opening up as he began to push inside. She felt completely open, giving
herself up to the Master, letting herself be used and abused by these perverse 'priests'.
For a second she imagined she really was a wayward novice nun, desperate to
give herself to as many monks and visitors as possible, serving them as a slave,
opening all her holes every day. She felt the cock pushing up inside her,
opening her up, smoothing its way and beginning to throb. She could hardly
believe she was taking it all, spreading her legs as far as she could to open
up her trapped body. Gasping, she enjoyed the sensation of the smooth wet
hardness inside her most intimate place, as it throbbed and thrust a little
harder. She felt her pussy tingle, her muscles contract inside as she almost
came again. She felt his breath on her neck, his hands on her breasts, his rod
impaling her, deeper, harder, throbbing until… She gasped as he pulled out of
her in a rapid movement, then felt spurts of warm fluid over her lower back and
buttocks as he came masterfully over her, spilling his hot cum over the sinful
slave girl from behind. And she too came, unable to hold back, juices pouring
down from her onto the floor and down her legs.
She awoke
from the dungeon session as if from a dream. But it was real, she was still
manacled. Then a familiar voice spoke to her. Elena had come to release her.
The men had gone. Her friend looked down at the pool of liquids on the floor
and the Erica's reddened, cum-spattered buttock cheeks. 'You have been a
naughty nun, haven't you?' They grinned at each other and Erica dressed.
As her
friend showed her out of the building they kissed goodbye, first on the cheeks,
then briefly on the lips. They both knew they smelt of sex, and both were still
horny. But it was time to go, said Elena – she had to return to the Master's
chamber. 'But come again. There's always someone horny waiting here!'
As Erica
went out onto the dark street, into the cool early hours of the morning,
wearing only her tiny white skirt and skimpy red top, the outfit completed by
her stockings and heels, she passed a nearby hotel. As she reached the
entrance, a minibus stopped outside. She was by the hotel steps and the bus
door opened right by her. A group of men streamed out, smartly dressed but a
little dishevelled, evidently coming back from a night out. She stood to one
side to let them pass. Each and every one of them eyed her from head to toe,
scanning her slim young body, drawn by her sexy outfit and cheeky smile. She
loved being admired and had an irresistible urge to go in with them and let
them all take her, a cock in every hole, a non-stop orgy for the rest of the
night. Her pussy was wet again.
She couldn't
help herself. She followed them up the steps into the hotel…
On the way
in her friend had first taken her by the cloakroom where a charming young man
had taken her coat and showed her to a changing room where she had slipped out
of her civilian clothes (skimpy white skirt and tight-fitting red crop top) and
changed into the fancy dress nun's habit. Elena had then led her to a quiet
chamber and told her to wait. Elena had made sure no one else would use it that
evening and had resolved to distract the Master of the establishment herself so
that he wouldn't be out on his usual patrol, looking for errant novices up to
no good at night (which he knew happened all the time). By pleasant coincidence
Erica was feeling very horny so she relished the dare and hoped the young
priest would succumb to her charms.
Under the
soft robe she was wearing only white silk panties and stockings. As she waited
and daydreamed she rubbed her pussy mound gently through the soft material,
feeling an ache as the blood started to swell her. Her nipples were going hard
too. She knew it was time to sin again…
She had not
heard the man enter the room. The first she knew was when a firm pair of hands
gripped her from behind, holding her arms tight. She gasped and felt a thrill
run through her. Was this him? Was she already having an effect without seeing
him? His hands spread round her to reach her chest, fingers soon touching her bra-less
nipples, gently rubbing them through the soft fabric. She couldn't help letting
out a small moan as he softly caressed and stimulated her. She began to wonder
what was next: would he lead or would she have to seduce him? She felt his
breath on her neck and a shiver went through her as he edged closer and his
body brushed against her from behind. The sensation of his caresses was making
her wet too, her pussy starting to ache for more. Then she felt something firm
against her buttocks – his cock must be hard already, pressing against her!
This was going to be easy!
Then his hands
reached down and in one movement lifted up her robe, exposing her tiny panties,
pert buttocks and long legs. She loved the feeling of vulnerability, giving her
body up for their pleasure. She felt a small tremble of excitement run through
her again. He held the robe high enough to reach her tummy then began to caress
her there with his warm fingertips. She had wondered how she might seduce him
but he was apparently even more horny than her and had taken the lead – Elena
must have turned him on so much that he now had an appetite for young nuns!
Again Erica
felt his hardness behind her as he gently pushed his body against hers. He
kissed her on the neck and cheeks, touching his tongue against her neck, making
her shiver with delight. She felt another swell inside as her pussy ached for
more. But she knew she would have to wait for that. Meanwhile his hands continued
exploring her lower down. With his left hand he lifted the robe high, exposing
her belly and legs. She loved the sensation of being exposed like this, her
sexy white lace stockings pristine against her smooth fair skin, her small white
panties barely covering her eager newly-shaven pussy.
Then his
right hand slid down her tummy, his fingertips slipping gently along the top of
the underwear. She shuddered again, feeling a little throb inside and knowing
she was getting wetter by the second! His fingers eased in under the elastic
and started to touch and stroke her soft warm pussy. Soon she let out a small
moan 'yes!' as he slid a fingertip against her wet lips. And suddenly a finger
was inside - then two. She felt herself spread to receive his touch, her
wetness oozing over his warm hand as he stroked her swelling clit, ever so
gently flicking a fingertip over her until she gasped with lust, sensing her
first climax coming – and as he expertly caressed and stroked her just where
she wanted it, she thrust her body forward, letting herself go, swelling and
aching as her juices flowed out in the bliss of a first orgasm. Now she wanted
more – and something bigger inside!
And of
course he sensed she was ready for that. And he was throbbing too, eager to
feel himself inside this deliciously naughty nun. So he turned her around to
lean her facing down against the bed; she propped herself up with her arms and
leaned forward, her rear exposed, ready for him to do as he pleased, hoping he
would take her from behind as it was her preferred position. And he wasn't
about to disappoint her, but wanted to tease her further and to relish her erotically
exciting body. He kneeled down behind her and leaned towards her bottom,
lifting the robe again. He kissed her soft warm buttocks and then took hold of
the panties from each side at the waist, slowly peeling them down to expose her
full rear nudity to his face and tongue, which he then used to lick her swollen
pussy lips and taste her sweet juices for a few moments.
This only
made her even wetter, as she loved the touch of his lips and tongue. As he
kissed her fully on the pussy he managed to push his tongue forward enough to
reach her clit again, licking it gently to turn her on even more. Then his
tongue moved upwards, gliding its way all long her soaking pussy and continued
even higher, reaching her other hole, which he gently rimmed with his wet
tongue… oh, she thought, is he going to
take me that way! She wouldn't have minded anal but now she just wanted a
hard dick in her cunt, not her arsehole. At least not yet…
Then he
peeled the panties off completely, sliding them down over her heels, leaving
her almost naked. The stockings would stay on, he decided - it turned him on
anyway, to see them around her long slim legs. And now he was burning so much
to be inside her he could wait no more. His cock was hard and throbbing, eager
to enter the juicy pussy. She remained leaning forward, exposing her buttocks,
getting impatient to feel him inside one of her wet holes ('fuck it, take me in
both of them!').
He ran his
fingers over her wetness then stroked his lubricated fingers over his shaft a
couple of times, even though she was so well self-lubricated they both knew he
would just slide in, but he liked the illusion of power, the sensation of
knowing she was waiting and that he could just take her any moment. It was as
if her pussy was oscillating, willing something to enter. He rapidly lifted his
robe up over his head and dropped it to the floor. His cock was fully erect,
pointing horizontally towards her ass, ready to give her what she wanted. She
felt herself tremble again, aching and getting wetter again as she waited. Then
she felt a smooth but firm touch against her as the tip of him rubbed against
the wet pussy lips, which easily spread to receive him, then she felt him enter
her, just slightly, the tip pushing gently inside, smoothly into the wetness. The
whole of the smooth head was inside. She felt him pause and felt it pulsating,
spreading her opening.
Then he
pushed harder, inside, a little deeper. She gripped him inside using her expert
cunt muscles, loving the firm but gentle thrusts. She was aching to open up
fully and feel him deep inside, so she moved onto one leg and positioned her
right leg up on the bed, opening herself much wider as she spread. So then he
made the first hard thrust, deep inside, causing her to gasp with delight and
shudder with another pre-orgasmic wave – she felt like she was about squirt
juices all over his cock as he thrust in and out.
Suddenly he
pushed hard, all the way inside, grabbing her by the waist to pull her to him.
She moaned out loud as he went deep again and again, spreading her and filling
her with his hardness, until she couldn't hold back – she arched her body and
cried out as her second orgasm came, juices pouring out around the hard member.
He too reached the point of no return and she felt him shudder, go even harder
and throb powerfully as his first spurt thrust from him, up inside her. And
again he pushed in and out, hard and deep, moaning and throbbing as he thrust
his full load into her willing body, pouring his cum into her eager soaking
pussy.
He pulled
out and turned her over onto her back. His cock was still hard, springing up in
front of her as she watched, grinning and licking her lips. He stood up and she
sat upright on the bed in front of him, legs apart, juices seeping out of her.
Her body felt alive, warm with pleasure – and already she found herself wanting
more. She reached up to him and he leaned down to kiss her. After being taken
from behind she was happy to see his smile and take his kisses and caresses
again as he stroked her breasts, tummy and legs. She saw him admiring her
nudity and teasingly spread herself again as if to offer more.
She noticed
he was still hard – in fact, she thought, was he already getting bigger again?!
As she admired his handsome face and slim body he pulled away and stood up,
proud naked, smiling at her and apparently ready for more. He reached down to
stroke his cock, wiping her juices from it and licking his wet fingers. She
grinned.
They lay
together for a while, kissing and caressing, exploring and teasing. Both knew
there would be more. Well, she wanted to have something to confess after her
night in this strange convent! As he lay beside her she stroked his member
smoothly with her warm fingers, teasing the tip and grasping the shaft, feeling
him go hard again. Briefly she moved down to kiss the tip, briefly licking and
sucking him until he was strong and hard again. She sensed she could soon make
him come again, but rather than suck him off she wanted him inside again – her
pussy was aching for it once more.
So she lay
him on his back and positioned herself over him, loving being in charge this
time. Briefly she edged herself forward to almost sit over his face and he duly
reached up and licked her wetness again. But she wanted more than a tongue in
her. So she sat above him, straddling him, poising her pussy onto his swelling
cock. He reached his hands up and around her body to caress her breasts, gently
rubbing her nipples hard and making her wetter inside. Now she wanted him
inside her again, aching to feel his powerful hardness. So she slowly impaled
herself onto his long pole, opening herself up as she drew him inside. She felt
him throb and swell and thrust, knowing he would explode again soon.
Her young
naked body trembled and arched as she expertly raised herself up and down over
him, sliding his member inside, a little deeper each time. She was losing
control, pushing herself even harder down to force him deeper up inside. She
felt his thrusting and throbbing increase, so she pushed more, her own orgasm
swelling up, her body almost floating as she felt the wave come, and felt him
surge and spurt inside her, flooding her with cum as she poured out her juices
yet again. What sinful bliss! Finally they collapsed and lay wrapped together,
kissing, caressing and promising more to come: it could be a long night.
This is one of the sexy stories my lover jonnicat wrote for us.
>
Wearing the
nun's outfit always gave Erica such a thrill ever since the time she had worn
it to a fancy dress party in a country house hotel and used it to seduce a man
dressed as a monk.
She had
arrived in a state of excitement (not unusual for her), her tiny panties
hopelessly wet under the light imitation of a nun's robe, loving the feeling of
walking into a room in that state and almost naked under a costume that was
sure to attract male attention. And did...
She
remembered how she had begun, while standing sipping champagne in the room full
of characters. She had met the eyes of a young man dressed as monk and
blatantly blew him a kiss from across the room. She then enticingly flicked her
short brown hair from her bare neck and licked her lips before edging closer. She
looked him up and down and fancied she saw a slight bulge around his loins; she
could not help imagining he had a hard-on for her and she wanted to see how big
he was under his robes. She had been tempted to tease him further right there
in the room but she was desperately horny and saw the hunger in his eyes. So
without a word she clinked glasses with him, downed her drink then took his
hand. She led him like a puppy through the crowd, discreetly led him out of the
room then upstairs to the top floor where she knew there was a secret chamber
(her sex-mad friend who had invited her had described her own escapades there
with one of the guards).
Once in the
room she wasted no time and said nothing. As soon she had shut the door she
grabbed his hand, led him to the bed, then promptly ripped off his robe,
pulling it off, up over his head exposing his bare torso and bulging white underwear.
This was not a time for much foreplay, she thought - maybe later with him again
if he was any good. Or with someone else.
She lifted
up her habit, slid it over her head and dropped it to the floor. She stood
provocatively, pointing forward her bare pert breasts with hardening nipples,
seeing his eyes widen with delight and disbelief. She smiled her best sluttish
smile then in one quick movement she pulled down her wet panties and stood fully
naked before him, a wicked grin on her face. She loved the feeling of power
over the man, her almost hairless pussy swelling with excitement. She had then
pushed him down on the bed and grabbed his pants, pulling them off in one smooth
movement, watching with glee as his huge cock sprang out. She would not be
disappointed with that one!
She had no
time to waste - she was so turned on she could probably have made herself come
by a simple flick of her fingers across her wet slit. But she wanted to use the
young man for her pleasure. She climbed on top of him, straddled herself over
him and immediately pulled his hard cock deep inside her eager wet pussy,
spreading herself to take him, led by the powerful urge to just fuck him hard.
She had ridden him quick and fast, his cock thrusting deeper each time, causing
him to moan out loud until she suddenly felt him shudder and explode, pumping
his cum up into her. At the same instant her orgasm peaked, she let go and felt
her juices flooding out over him.
Having taken
her pleasure she had left the guy on the bed and walked back down to the party
room, once more wearing her innocent-looking costume, but with his cum still
dripping down the inside of her legs and her soaked panties scrunched in her
hand. She grabbed another glass of bubbly from a passing handsome waiter then waited
a moment until the young man arrived back in the room, still red-faced from
their illicit episode. Then she had walked up to him as if to chat, leaned
close to whisper in his ear ("you made me veeery wet, you naughty boy") and discreetly slipped her wet
little thong into the pocket of his robe. She then promptly walked away to talk
to another handsome hunk dressed as a priest. Now she had a real taste for men
of the cloth. And only minutes later she had taken the next man by the hand and
led him away for more amusement in the sinful chamber… It had been a great
party!
And now here
she was again, days later, wearing the same nun outfit – only this time it was
at an old convent run by some kind of cult where she knew a young sister called
Elena, secretly even more wicked than herself, who had given her friend an
irresistible dare. She had invited Erica to pretend to be a novice who was
seeking guidance from a visiting young priest, who Elena had already seduced
one recent night in her private chamber. The naughty nun had enjoyed the
illicit sex session so much she wanted her friend to enjoy him too. So now
Erica had borrowed a habit and discreetly come into the convent late on a warm
summer night.