Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

How easily she had let him proposition her. She'd once thought such behavior to be the mark of a slut - a woman of low morals. The Order of the Mount had shown her different. The swelling cock demanded her attention. It was in her nature to want to give the Gift to others. Claire gripped the huge rod a little tighter. Mr Watson was a man, a man with needs. And he was fully hard and throbbing in her hand. It was instinctive to slip her other hand down and cup the big, hairy balls

As he groaned again, Claire began to wank this man, an important friend to the Order. But she almost forgot that. Her worries were gone. All she could focus on was the massive slab of meat in her small hand. She only hoped that her fingers would be enough as she rubbed up and down the shaft, watching as the twin layers of skin moved against one another.

"Oh Sister. You are a natural."

Claire knew how this would end. Mr Watson was horny and ready to cum. She knew he would ejaculate. That would be truly giving him the Gift. And Claire knew that she was eager to experience it, too. She was almost as eager as him. His sack tightened as she began to work her hand faster.

His hand slipped through her shirt, grabbing her tits. That excited Claire. It was always pleasing to make a man react, aroused. She'd cherished that before she entered the Order. Then Father John had reawakened those feelings. He had lusted after her and then other men, too. Claire knew that her nipples were hard as Mr Watson squeezed her soft breasts. She could hear her own ragged breathing and reminded herself how much she enjoyed sharing the Gift.

"More Sister," he urged. "Use your mouth for me."

Claire did not hesitate. Once this had seemed shameful. But a man was practically begging for relief, urging her to swallow his powerful cock. And Claire loved fellatio. Being a nun had not changed that. Sucking a man, feeling him swell and pulse between her lips. Inside her mouth, a cock felt alive, almost separate to the man except for his telltale sounds and the movement of his hips. She had taken Bob Watson's weapon once and knew that her mouth would please him more.

With plenty of room in the large car, she swiftly moved to her knees, leaning forward, and lowered her mouth to the crotch of Mr Watson. She licked the head and tasted his slippery pre-cum. How wonderful to be able to do that to a man. His response was a deep groan.

Tightening her lips just right, Claire slowly lowered her mouth over the massive dick. It was warm and it tasted perfect. She felt it pulse and smiled to herself. Holding the thick base, she began to move down further, aiming to take at least half of the shaft. Claire was enjoying her work and she swirled her tongue around him as she withdrew, leaving only the spongy head between her lips. She was still swirling her tongue. An early boyfriend had coached her in the arts of a proper headjob. She'd never guessed they would be put to such good use.

Now she was bobbing steadily, careful to maintain the right pressure on his shaft. Her hand wrapped firmly around the base to protect her, giving extra stimulation as she jerked him in time to her movement of her head. He was so big that it was difficult to swallow the build-up of saliva. But Claire didn't want a mess on Mr Watson's business trousers so she tried to find a rhythm of sucking and swallowing. The moans from the handsome businessman told her that she was doing it right.

"That's perfect, Sister. You're going to make me cum."

Bob Watson moved his hand around. He placed it on the back of the nun's head. Taking a handful of her short, brown hair he began to press gently. Claire knew what that meant.

She had no reason to be afraid - only concerned that she could take no more of the huge dick in her mouth. But her VIP was either unconcerned or confident in her abilities. Mr Watson began to force her further onto his shaft, timing the pressure of his hand with each downward bob of her head.

As he used her mouth, Claire felt her own arousal growing. It was her submissive side that Sister Teresa had first detected. Mr Watson was thrusting his hips up to meet her throat and his lust was making her more turned-on. He was so thick but she noticed how the pressure of his hand could force more than half of the giant cock into her mouth - till it almost touched the back of her throat.

"You dirty nuns. You have the best mouths," Watson groaned and Claire felt her cunt tingle at the compliment.

One hand was still stroking at the base of the massive shaft. The other cradled his balls. She felt them begin to lift as Mr Watson thrust his hips up to meet each bob of her head. He squeezed harder on her tits and Claire thrilled at the thought he was so close.

"Oh, fuck. Take it."

Her freckled face was practically in the man's groin as he forced her head lower. Her mouth was filled with the thick meat just as she felt the first telltale pulse. Mr Watson growled as his balls unleashed, sending a jet of warm, salty cock juice shooting into her mouth.

Claire felt the pulse and then the blast. The taste of his fluid coated her tongue and filled the remaining space in her mouth. Claire, knowing there as plenty more to follow, greedily swallowed the entire bolt just in time for the cock to pulse again and explode with another mass of sticky, warm semen. Watson had, indeed, lost control. Claire swallowed again, grateful for her hand at the base of his cock as the dirty businessman push harder on her head, trying to force his entire length past her lips.

A half dozen times she felt the powerful throb and Mr Watson's cock shoot loads of cock juice into her sweet mouth. Happily his volume decreased with each blast. And Claire, remembering that she wanted to protect his leather seats, began to suck as the last big jet splashed over her tongue. She knew that she needed to clean him, to empty his shaft completely. As he relaxed his hand on the back of her head, she found it easier to resume her bobbing.

This time she worked more gently, drawing out the last of his cum without causing distress to his now-sensitive cock. Finally she knew he was empty. Claire took satisfaction from knowing she had avoided any mess inside his expensive car. She was more proud, though, a having successfully given the imposing Mr Watson a wonderful headjob. Smiling now, she gave a few last licks to the head of that magnificent specimen, enjoying the soft head as Mr Watson slowly shrank in her hand.

"You nuns are all so talented," said the handsome businessman with a wicked grin.