In the small town of Greensville, there was a beautiful blonde nun named Sister Martha. She had long hair that cascaded down her back in golden waves, and her petite frame was adorned with a simple white habit. Beneath her habit, she hid small but perky breasts and a shapely ass that would make any man’s heart race.
One day, while cleaning the church, she noticed a tear in her stockings. She rummaged through the church’s supplies and found a pair of fishnet stockings. She slipped them on, and the feel of the cool material against her skin sent shivers down her spine.
As she continued her work, she couldn’t help but feel a strange stirring in her loins. She tried to ignore it, but the sensation only grew stronger. She looked around, making sure no one was watching, before reaching up to touch her breasts. She gasped as she felt her nipples harden beneath her habit.
She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way, but she couldn’t help herself. She closed her eyes and began to touch herself, imagining the hands of a faceless man on her body. She let out a soft moan as she felt her arousal grow.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around, her heart racing, and saw a handsome young man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked at her with a hunger that made her knees weak.
“I’m sorry,” he stammered, his eyes fixed on her chest. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Sister Martha blushed, realizing that her habit had come undone, exposing her fishnet stockings and the curve of her breasts. She quickly covered herself up, but the damage was done.
“I shouldn’t be here,” the man said, taking a step towards her. “But I can’t leave without tasting you.”
Sister Martha’s heart raced as the man approached her. She knew she should push him away, but she couldn’t move. She felt powerless to resist his advances.
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire. He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth.
He reached down and lifted her habit, exposing her naked body beneath. She gasped as he touched her, his hands roaming over her breasts and down to her wet pussy. She moaned as he slipped a finger inside her, feeling him explore her most intimate places.
He knelt down before her and began to lick her pussy, his tongue teasing her clit. She cried out, her hips bucking against his face. He slipped a finger inside her, fucking her slowly as he licked and sucked her clit.
She felt the orgasm building inside her, her body tensing as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. She screamed as she came, her pussy flooding with wetness.
He stood up and pulled off his pants, revealing his hard cock. She gasped as she saw it, her pussy clenching with desire. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close, impaling her on his cock.
She cried out as he began to fuck her, his cock thrusting deep inside her. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She moaned, begging him for more.
He fucked her harder and faster, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that drove her wild. She felt another orgasm building inside her, and she screamed as she came again, her pussy clenching around his cock.
He groaned, his cock twitching inside her. She felt him come, his hot cum filling her pussy.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled down at her, his eyes filled with lust.
“Anytime, Sister,” he said, before disappearing into the night.
