Warning -- some ATM action at the end
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Sister Claire had struggled for weeks with her powerful lust. She'd felt horny often enough since being introduced to the inner circle of her Order. Where once she had felt guilt and fear about craving for sex, being responsible for the Gift had opened the door for fucking and being fucked. The nuns believed this was just as god intended. All for the good of the Order and its works. Claire was still serious about those works and her daily duties caring for the down-trodden. In fact, she assumed that her dedication to her day job was the main reason for her new promotion.
The leader of the Order, Mother Mary, had assured Claire that there was only positive in her being sent far away for a new twelve month posting. For Claire, though, it was a great burden to realise that she would have little chance for sexual service for almost a year
That had seemed to make her lust even more powerful than normal. For the past few days she had made the greatest effort to resist the need to masturbate. The pretty nun, in her early thirties and with a trim figure and firm B-cup breasts, had another important task before getting on the plane. She'd been order to share the Gift with Mr Bob Watson.
Sister Claire did not mind that idea at all. He was an important man, a powerful supporter of her Order. He regarded the nuns as sluts which, Claire understood, was not exactly wrong. The Gift was supposed to be treated with care but a naughty nun, even the Mother Mary, could find a way to satisfy her needs. Bob Watson supported the Order in its financial dealings. And his huge cock ensued there was always a nun prepared to give him a special thanks.
Claire was determined to make the most of her opportunity. Serving the biggest dick she'd ever seen was just compensation for a year's absence. Besides, Mr Watson had already used her mouth. And he'd provided her first facial. Then she had been a novice member of the secret inner circle, Mr Watson casually aiming at her freckles after fucking her supervisor, the buxom Sister Teresa.
The man's importance to the Order as underlined by Mother Mary giving him the use of her spacious apartment that afternoon. Claire was curious about how such a busy man could always find time for afternoon sex. Of course, he still assumed that his wife had no idea he was screwing nuns. Not that he had much care about being caught, having easily convinced Sister Claire to suck him off in a car park.
Now Mr Watson had made a special request for the petite nun. Claire was well aware that his intention was buggery. The anticipation of such thrilling sin had only made her more horny. Of course, she'd followed the advice of Sister Teresa to avoid touching herself for several days - heightened lust would make it easier to receive a man so well endowed. But now she was almost desperate for that massive log.
Bob was already there. He'd previously used the Mother Superior's home as den of vice. And he was very pleased to see Claire. She was dressed in her normal work attire of shirt and skirt. Though he realised straight away that the Claire was not wearing underwear. That pleased him, as did the way her erect nipples pressed through the fabric of her shirt. Most exciting for the sinful business owner was that the pretty young nun was wearing her official veil that marked her out as a member of the Order of the Mount.
"I am so glad to see you again, Sister," he said with a warm smile.
"Mr Watson, I'm glad that you asked for me."
Much taller than the nun, he took her in his arms for a warm hug. It might have been no more than a greeting until Mr Watson bent down to plant a wet kiss on her mouth. But Claire, hoping to hide the trembling of her lusty nerves, was only too happy oblige. His lips were enjoyable. As was his tongue that insistently explored her mouth, making her cunt tingle anew.
"You're a beautiful woman," he murmured. "I had to see you again before you go away."
"Mr Watson..." she breathed to him.
He hugged her closer now. There was no mistaking the bulge of his huge dick pressing against her. Bob Watson was accustomed to taking his pleasures. He slipped his hands up the back of Claire's thin dress, cupping her bare flesh as he pulled the nun against himself. Her small, shapely bottom would be a perfect fit for his huge cock and he felt himself twitch at the prospect.
"You came prepared," he murmured as he ran his fingers through the cleft of her shapely butt cheeks.
"To share the Gift with you," she replied. "Its my calling, after all."
He lifted the hem of her dress higher, at the same time slipping his hand to the front and running it over her bare mound.
"Truly beautiful," he said with a wicked grin.
Bob Watson was a dirty older man. A wicked, adulterous sinner. But he was as experienced as any man the nun could have found. He knew his way around a woman's body and she moaned greedily when his fingers stroked though her wet slit and grazed her clitoris.
Sister Claire had not lied about her calling -- fucking for Jesus had uncovered the true slut she'd always been. It was even better that the forbidden, secret ways of the inner circle were all for the good of the Order. Mr Watson was the perfect reason for her being so eager to share the Gift - powerful and rich, a man who helped the nuns with their more earthly endeavours. But at that moment Claire thought only of his huge cock pressing against her. It would hurt but she was hungry for it all the same.
"Let me show you," she said quietly.
Now the nun stepped back. Just long enough to yank off her skirt and remove her shirt. There was no sin to bare her firm young body to a man like Bob Watson. In fact, it was her duty to encourage Bob Watson to ogle her pale beauty. Still wearing her veil. Claire felt her chest heave with her own sexual anticipation. Mr Watson was happy to take advantage of her slutty vocation but she thrilled as he used one strong arm to pull her in close.
"You really enjoy this, Sister," he muttered as he grabbed her shapely butt and one of her perky, B-cup tits.
Claire moaned into his mouth as they kissed. She had craved the touch of his hands, eager the lust of a powerful man who took what he wanted. Despite the sin of pride, the nun the reaction of men to her body. And Mr Watson, her special assignment, was rubbing his bulge against her.
"I'm here to serve you," she murmured, proud to give him a more slender, youthful body than he had at home.
Bob did not doubt the nun. He bent down and began to suck on her lovely tits. The nun moaned louder now, glad to have his tongue flicking across her small, hard nipples. She understood the allure of a woman's breasts. But she was in raptures as his experienced mouth caused her cunt to soak. And the businessman wanted more, in a single move turning Claire around and forcing her prone on the spacious lounge. It was exciting to be manhandled in that way, inspired by the man's physical strength that matched his passion.
Placing his body atop hers, Bob Watson resumed his suckling on the nun's delightful tits. He could never tire of his wife's enormous jugs. But there was no reason to object to Sister Claire, with her pale, soft B-cups that tasted so fine. And one hand stroked along her inner thighs, signalling for the naughty nun to spread her legs till he trailed his touch up her soft flesh to her bare mound. Claire readily complied -- her own need was only growing stronger.
"Don't stop," she urged him in a whisper.
