A Nun's Story - S01 E153

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A Nun's Story - S01 E153

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 153

The older man found her agreeably tight as he'd expected. But the bitch had been right and somehow her little hole was more accommodating of his hard meat. The second thrust had half his length buried in her sphincters.

"My arse wants you," groaned Claire, who really was enjoying the wicked penetration.

"Sodomy is what you deserve," the old priest told her as he pumped his hips into her.

"Yes... yes, it is... please... take it..."

Sister Claire had once thought she'd never want to be analised. She'd learned different, thanks to the teaching of some gentle priests. The thrusting of the Monsignor's average-sized cock gave the feeling of being filled just enough. And it was exciting to know that her rectum made him so hard and desperate for his own pleasure. But for once she was in charge of the action, shifting her hips back to meet his thrusting.

"Dirty whore," he groaned with amazement.

"Your Gift... so good... use me hard..."

"Yes... take it, slut... sinful bitch..."

Her penance, her humiliation, was not so bad after all when she could make the dirty old man do what she wanted. Her cunt was nicely warmed up from his first screwing. His balls were slapping against her pussy as he tried to ream her. The power she felt was so strange and so intoxicating. Sister Claire gave a silent thanks to Father John, and to Filippo, as she enjoyed the thrusting in her arsehole. Waiting for the inevitable.

"Sodomy," he growled. "And now my seed."

"Don't stop," she gasped with excitement. "Fuck me."

"My seed... filling you..."

That was the moment that Claire pushed him away, pulling herself free of his rampant cock. It sprung upright, coated with her filth and looking divine. Not that the Monsignor noticed -- he was more concerned with the sheer impudence of this bitch. These nuns never refused his cum in their bottoms.

"I am a sinner," she breathed to him as she sank to her knees. "Please wash me clean."

"Whaaa?..."

"My face. Please... wash my sins with your cum."

Claire knew that she was being daring, that this was not the usual routine for the Monsignor. But she'd guessed that a man of the cloth would rarely have had this chance. Other priests had facialled her, it was true, but the dirty old man might never have had an initiate from the Order beg him to shoot his seed on her face. Claire hardly thought the Monsignor deserved such a Gift but it would ensure the most glowing report to the Mother Superior.

"You are a sinner," he moaned, now stroking his cock as it pointed to her sweet, young face.

"Monsignor, please," she panted up at him. "Cover me and cleanse me."

Entranced by her passion for the Gift, the old priest did just as he was asked. His eyes barely open, he let fly with the first blast of his sticky cum.

"Shoot it on me," she cried with a grin.

Even from the dirty old bastard, Claire found a wondrous delight in the soft splashing of semen on her face. The Gift, after all, permitted many sins. The old man saw her smile and thought perhaps it was true that she wished to be cleansed. But his cock was already shooting another wad of his thick cum over the slut. A long string of semen lay across her face. Another blast had landed in her hair. And the whore was moving closer, as it to catch every drop.

"Don't stop," she breathed to him.

Davis had no inkling of the triumph Sister Claire felt from wearing a load of ball juice on her soft skin. He was still stroking his cock, desperate to prolong his own pleasure.

"Yes, she murmured. "Cleanse me."

His sticky stuff was already dripping down her face. But Davis obliged, still stroking and making sure to deposit every drop of his seed onto the grinning nun.

"Your Gift is more special with my seed," he offered.

The Monsignor was happy to demean a nun like that, to remind the horny sluts of their true position. Looking down the pretty nun was, indeed a smiling, sinning wretch. Her sweet face was delightfully disfigured by the sticky cum he'd deposited. But he was surprised that a nun could enjoy it much. His feeling of dominance, the power that came with coating a woman with semen, obscured that Sister Claire had orchestrated the whole thing.

"Ohh... Monsignor," said the nun at his feet. "That was the most wonderful Gift. I thank you for healing my sins."

Taking a facial, she knew, was a very special part of the Gift. For the right man, even moreso. The Monsignor was not that kind of man but the nun was filled with a sense of triumph. All that the dirty old man knew was that he'd have to try this the next time the Mother Superior paid a visit to his office.