In the quiet town of Edenville, Sister Mary was known for her long, flowing brown hair and her penchant for wearing fishnet stockings under her habit. Despite her status as a devout woman of the church, she had always been plagued by desires that she could not shake.
One day, a new arrival to the town, a handsome young carpenter named Samuel, caught Sister Mary’s eye. She was drawn to him, unable to resist the pull she felt towards him. She knew that she should resist, that it was wrong, but she couldn’t help herself.
One evening, after the rest of the town had retired for the night, Sister Mary made her way to Samuel’s workshop. She knocked softly on the door, and when he answered, she could see the surprise in his eyes.
“Sister Mary, what brings you here?” he asked, his voice low and gentle.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was hoping you might be able to help me with something.”
Samuel hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Of course, Sister. Come in.”
Sister Mary stepped inside, her heart racing as she took in the sight of Samuel. He was even more handsome up close, his muscles rippling as he moved. She couldn’t help but stare at him, her breath hitching in her throat.
Samuel must have noticed her gaze, because he suddenly looked nervous. “Is everything alright, Sister?”
“No,” she admitted, taking a step towards him. “Everything is not alright. I can’t stop thinking about you, Samuel. I know it’s wrong, but I want you.”
Samuel’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he took a step towards her, his hands reaching out to touch her face.
“Mary,” he whispered, his thumb brushing against her lips. “I want you too.”
With that, Sister Mary’s inhibitions melted away. She threw herself into Samuel’s arms, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, and she could feel the heat building between them.
Samuel’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves through the fabric of her habit. She moaned as he cupped her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple.
“Oh, Samuel,” she gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment. “I want you so bad.”
Samuel’s only response was to kiss her again, harder this time. His hands moved to her waist, pulling at the ties that held her habit in place.
As the fabric fell away, Sister Mary felt a surge of desire. She was wearing nothing but her fishnet stockings and a pair of lacy panties. Samuel’s eyes widened as he took her in, his breath hitching in his throat.
“Mary,” he whispered, his voice filled with longing. “You’re so beautiful.”
Sister Mary smiled, feeling more confident than she had in a long time. She reached down, cupping Samuel’s cock through his pants.
“And you’re so hard,” she purred, rubbing him through the fabric.
Samuel groaned, his hips bucking forward. “Yes, Mary. Touch me.”
Sister Mary didn’t need any more encouragement. She undid his pants, freeing his cock. It was long and thick, and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside her.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on Samuel’s as she took him into her mouth. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sucked him deeper.
“Mary, oh God, Mary,” he moaned, his hips thrusting forward.
Sister Mary could feel herself getting close, her own desire building as she pleasured Samuel. But she wanted more than just this. She wanted to feel him inside her.
She stood up, kissing Samuel deeply as she guided him towards the nearby workbench. He lifted her up, setting her down on the edge.
“Mary, are you sure?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
“Yes, Samuel,” she whispered, her legs wrapping around his waist. “I want you. Now.”
Samuel didn’t need any more encouragement. He pushed inside her, filling her up in a way she had never
