This is one of the sexy stories my lover jonnicat wrote for us.

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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.

 to be continued...