When my cousin got invited to the Playboy Mansion for a Halloween party she decided she didn't want to go so I got lucky. She a horticulturalist and did some work on the grounds, saved some rare tree or bush or something. The invitation was thanks for a job well done. Passing it on to me was easy because we have the same name; when we were kids we were known as Pat and Pat.
I really had no idea what to expect so, as a joke, I wore a priest's robe and collar. You know, ha, ha, Father Flanagan hanging out with the playmates. But it's lucky I did.
At the gate I handed over my invitation and even had to show some ID to prove that my name was on the card. Once I was on the grounds the scene was pretty wild. Just like you'd expect, there were beautiful girls everywhere, a lot were dressed to show off their gorgeous bodies and many were barely dressed. The food was good, the music fair, but the crowd was wild.
I guess I was feeling kind of overwhelmed and just standing around by the pool watching the crowd when I felt a firm grip on my ass. I mean like it was being squeezed in a tiger's claw, the nails were really digging in. I turned around and there was a nun. Or a nun by way of Frederick's of Hollywood. She was about my height, taller actually in the spiked heels. Her habit was made of skin tight vinyl and it gleamed in the lights of the party. Every curve of her body glowed in that shinny black outfit. You could see the outline of her pussy and each breast stood right out as if it was naked, like her awesome body had been spray painted glossy black. The neckline scooped down and almost exposed her nipples. It barely covered her crotch and her shapely legs were covered by white silk stockings that ended a couple of inches above the knees.
Around her neck was a white collar and her hair and shoulders were covered by a black veil. Her face was surrounded by a stiff starched while oval like and old fashioned starched collar and that hid most of her hair but a few strands of blonde curls peeked out sexily. Her face was soft and creamy, a pale white which contrasted with the bright red lipstick on her bee stung mouth. Her eyes were flashing blue green and she was giving me a lusty grin. Geez, I went to Catholic school for eight years and my mind was ruined at the sight of this sexy sister; I wanted to throw her on the ground and do her right there.
"Hello, Father," she whispered huskily, "Here to catch up with the sinners?" She was now pushing her body against mine with one of her hands on my chest and the other grabbing my ass again.
"Well Father, I hope you can help me," she purred now rubbing those succulent breasts into my chest, "I'm Sister Mary Heather, and I've been having very naughty thoughts."
Of course, I knew who she was. She was Heather Kozar and she had been Miss January. I gulped and managed to croak out, "Well, my daughter, how can I help you?"
She had let go of my ass and had turned around making sure that her body rubbed against me as she moved. She was now wiggling her plump ass up and down along the ever expanding bulge under my priestly robe. "Oh Father, I'm such a sinner; the only thing that can save my soul is a spanking, a nice hard spanking, can you spank me Father? Will you make my sinful bottom bright red?" Still with her back to me, her arm snaked around my neck and she pulled me in to kiss me. It was like the snake leading Adam into temptation; she was Eve and the Serpent all rolled into one, ready to introduce me to sin. She pried open my mouth with her tongue and she rolled it all around my mouth as she moaned with pleasure.
Heather lifted herself up and put her lips next to my ear and dug her tongue in. My hands went around her waist and squeezed her tight. "I've always wanted to fuck a priest," she said breathlessly. She turned around again, again rubbing those creamy pillows against me. "We'll get in trouble if we stay here. Let's go up stairs."
Holy cow! She took my hand and it was a slow trek into the mansion; plenty of people stopped to talk to her and give her hugs and kisses. But she never let go of me and kept introducing me as her father confessor. I was in complete awe so I didn't really notice much inside. We went up a large staircase and down a hall and up some back stairs and on and on. We came to a small bedroom and she slammed me against the door, pushing it closed.
She kissed me again and I got a good grip on those mounds, pressing them together and taunting the nipples with my thumbs. I could look right into her eyes and they were on fire, but I could see the nun's habit around her face and I knew I was seeing the fiery flames of hell, but man, I was anxious to get my bone between those legs.
"Well Father, do I get my spanking now?" She bent down with her hands on her knees and shoved her plump derrière right in my face.
I gave her bottom a slap. The shinny plastic outfit stretched over her two round cheeks made a sharp noise as I hit her and those cheeks felt firm and juicy under my palm.
"Oh Father, I've been so bad; I deserve a real, hard spanking!"
I whacked her again, harder this time and it was a loud boom. "What are your sins, my child?"
"I did it with playmates." Whack!
