In the small town of Sancta Maria, Sister Maria was known for her devout faith and modest demeanor. With her petite frame, small breasts, and long, flowing blonde hair, she was the picture of innocence. Her uniform, a simple white blouse and black skirt, concealed her body, but hinted at the curves that lay beneath.
One fateful Sunday, after the service had ended, Sister Maria found herself alone in the church. The sun cast a warm glow through the stained glass windows, illuminating the dust particles that danced in the air. She knelt at the altar, her rosary beads slipping through her fingers as she whispered her prayers.
As she rose to her feet, she noticed a figure standing in the shadows. It was the new handyman, a tall, muscular man with a rugged beard and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and ripped jeans, his biceps bulging as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Sister Maria felt a stirring in her loins, a sensation she had never experienced before. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on her duties as a servant of God. But the handyman, with his chiseled jaw and smoldering gaze, was impossible to ignore.
“Can I help you, sister?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.
“I was just…praying,” she replied, her voice trembling.
The handyman stepped closer, his eyes locked on hers. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I know what you want.”
Sister Maria felt a wave of shame wash over her, but she couldn’t deny the truth. She did want him, more than she had ever wanted anything before. She felt a dampness between her legs, her nipples hardening beneath her blouse.
“I…I can’t,” she stammered, her eyes cast downwards.
But the handyman was relentless. He reached out and gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “You can,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring. “And I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”
With that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Sister Maria felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body as their tongues intertwined. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he lifted her up onto the altar.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled and licked her earlobes. Sister Maria moaned with pleasure, her head thrown back as he unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her small breasts. He took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple as she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy.
The handyman then moved his attention to her skirt, pulling it down and revealing her fishnet stockings and lacy panties. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric, teasing her clit as she writhed in pleasure.
“Please,” she begged, her voice husky and filled with desire. “I need you inside me.”
The handyman didn’t need any further encouragement. He slid her panties to the side and entered her, his cock filling her up as she cried out in pleasure. He started slow, but soon picked up the pace, his hips thrusting hard and fast as she moaned and begged for more.
As they reached their peak, the handyman pulled out and came on her stomach, his warm cum mixing with her sweat as she shivered in pleasure.
They lay there, spent and satisfied, their bodies intertwined as they caught their breath. Sister Maria knew that what they had done was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. She had experienced a pleasure unlike any she had ever known, and she knew she would do anything to feel it again.
As they dressed, the handyman turned to her and whispered, “I’ll be back tomorrow, sister. And I promise, it’ll be even better than today.”
Sister Maria smiled, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew she should resist, but she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the prospect of another illicit encounter with the handyman.
As she watched him leave, she whispered a final prayer, her mind filled with thoughts of sin and pleasure.
“Oh God, forgive me,” she said, her voice trembling. “But I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
