Once a week, Sister Mary would visit the city to run errands for the church. She was a petite blonde nun with small breasts, and she always wore her traditional habit with fishnet stockings underneath. Her long hair was usually hidden beneath her habit, but today she had let it down, allowing her golden locks to cascade down her back.
As she walked down the busy streets, she couldn’t help but feel a strange stirring within her. She had been feeling this way for weeks now, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. She had always been devoted to her faith, but lately, she had been feeling an intense desire for something more.
She found herself wandering into a seedy part of town, where she stumbled upon a burlesque club. She hesitated for a moment, but something drew her inside. The music was loud and seductive, and the women on stage were dressed in provocative outfits. Sister Mary felt a surge of excitement run through her body as she took in the scene before her.
She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see a tall, dark-haired woman standing behind her.
“Hey, sister. What brings you to a place like this?” the woman asked, a smirk on her face.
Sister Mary hesitated for a moment before responding. “I don’t know. I just felt…drawn here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Sister Mary’s ear. “Well, I’m glad you came. I’ve been watching you all night. You’re so beautiful, with your blonde hair and those innocent blue eyes,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.
Sister Mary felt a shiver run down her spine as the woman’s lips moved to her neck, her tongue tracing a path along her skin. She closed her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat as the woman’s hands began to wander over her body.
“Let’s get out of here,” the woman whispered, her lips finding Sister Mary’s. They kissed passionately, their tongues entwined as the woman led Sister Mary out of the club and into a nearby hotel.
As soon as they were inside the room, the woman’s hands were all over Sister Mary’s body. She slipped off her habit, revealing her small breasts and the fishnet stockings that clung to her legs. The woman’s touch was electric, and Sister Mary felt herself melting under her fingers.
The woman kissed her neck, her earlobes, her nipples, her stomach, and then lower. She knelt before Sister Mary, her lips brushing against the fabric of her panties. She could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, and she knew that she wanted her.
Slowly, she slipped off Sister Mary’s panties, her tongue darting out to taste her. She moaned with pleasure as she felt Sister Mary’s body shudder beneath her. She licked and sucked at her clit, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
Sister Mary cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against the woman’s face. She had never felt anything like this before, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and then she was there. She came hard, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
The woman stood up, her lips glistening with Sister Mary’s juices. She kissed her deeply, sharing her taste with her. Sister Mary could feel herself getting wet again, and she knew that she wanted more.
She pushed the woman onto the bed, her lips finding her breasts. She sucked and nibbled at her nipples, her fingers finding their way between her legs. She was wet and ready for her, and Sister Mary couldn’t wait any longer.
She slid inside of her, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both foreign and familiar to her. She fucked her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together as they moaned in pleasure.
Sister Mary could feel herself getting close again, and she knew that she wanted to come with the woman inside of her. She fucked her harder and faster, their moans growing louder and louder.
And then she was there, her body shaking as she came harder than she ever had
