Sister Divine took her faith very seriously. The Lord God had given everything, His love, His dignity and His life, for His people and it was only right that she should give up everything for Him in return. And so she had chosen sisterhood in the Convent of the Blessed Mary, in the very ascetic order of the Damascene Nuns. Here there were no soft options in her dedication to her faith. Her possessions were left behind in the secular world beyond. Her hair was shaved off her head and off her body. And she was bereft of even the venal vanity of clothing. In this way, the Damascene sisters had nothing between themselves and the Love of the Jesus Christ.There was no privacy in the convent. She shared her bare cell with a single mattress and Sister Admonition, another nun who had abandoned the temptations of the Godless world beyond, along with her hair and clothes. Her days were spent, as were the days of all the nuns, in prayer and in the service of the convent, which required all its
And as she lay on her back, facing the window of her cell, as the moon crept achingly slowly across the sky and her cell-mate dozed with none of the nightmares of remorse that plagued Sister Divine, despite her prayers to the contrary. In fact, Sister Admonition's sleep did not seem to be troubled in even the smallest regard.One morning, she awoke from an especially deep and blissful sleep to find Sister Admonition's arms around her; legs tangled together, her warm cheek resting on her shoulder. The feeling was so delightful that it filled Sister Divine with terror. The following day was spent mostly in silent meditation and contemplation, as she asked the Lord for guidance for the torment that this unnatural emotion had aroused in her.However, Sister Divine chose to ignore any of the small tendernesses that Sister Admonition increasingly expressed towards her. The slight lingering of her palm over her shaved crotch, the chin resting so much more frequently on her shoulder, the gla
One week, Sister Litany was ill and had to be confined to her bed. Sister Love and Sister Divine visited her and prayed for her good health, promising to carry out her duties in her absence, but, in Sister Divine's case, secretly glad that her sulking brooding presence was absent for a while. And indeed, the atmosphere was so much lighter and cheerful when the two nuns returned to their work: the office echoing with their cheerful laughter."Oh! Sister Love!" shrieked Sister Divine after her companion had shared an observation. "You're so witty! Surely the Mother Superior would never contemplate such things.""I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly running her hand down the back of her neck and onto her breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her blushed as a spasm of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep redness."Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand on Sister Divine's arm."Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she c
Sister Divine almost let loose a profanity and cursed herself for her godlessness. Don't mention it now. Not now! Not while it was so perfect. But idle sophistry saved her passion. "It is men we have forsworn. Not each other."Sister Love nodded, clearly unconvinced, but Sister Divine could feel her fingers slide so smoothly along the length of her vulva, slide down almost inside, touching the tender burning folds of her inward desire, brushing against the hardness of her clitoris, sending her into a fervent torrent of greater desire. Their mouths met again, their tongues deeper inside the other: brushing over the molars, perhaps almost to the tonsils, two hot fleshy probes sloshing against each other. And Sister Divine couldn't resist bringing her forefinger and thumb together on one of her black lover's nipples and squeezing it. So hard and firm! And such delightful crenulations!She bent her head down, arching her whole body, while her fingers and Sister Love's continued to stroke
I’ve always wanted to be like my mom. Don’t judge me, but I was almost turning 19 then, and she was the most beautiful woman I knew. My mom, Monica was 48 years old, but I wouldn’t give her a day over 30. Because of her bombshell looks, she always managed to date younger guys and even married one, not that long ago. I really, really liked my new daddy. Travis was 39, tall, dark and unbelievably handsome, and had arms to die for. His eyes were big and deep and just by looking at me, he could make me squirm.From our friends’ point of view, I was a younger version of my mom, although I had failed to see that. Long hair, perfect natural breasts, tiny waist, round ample ass and olive skin, my mom was truly a goddess of a woman. Everywhere we went, people would turn to look at her. And being an ex-model, it all seemed so natural to her: she simply seemed oblivious and unaware of how she looked, although secretly I knew she was enjoying every bit of the attention.My story started two year
“You’re driving me crazy, sweetlips. That’s your nickname from now on.” – Daddy whispered to me one day, while completely leaning in on me. I felt his body weight and it aroused me, made me wet and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. When I tried to reach out and grab his hand, he left the room: “Not yet, sweetlips.”After that day, Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got, of course while my mom was away. She never knew the games I played with Daddy. She never knew the effect I had on him.Those were all innocent games compared to what followed. I was always under the impression that as much as I knew Daddy wanted me, he’d never actually do something about it. He had this shy approach to our games and I always thought I was the aggressive one. As time went by, this proved to be completely wrong.Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got while mom was away. The moment I would walk in the room, he’d start: “Hey sweetlips, you’re so hot today.”Whenever he’d
My mom used to always have her play her secretary, and call clients for her job, or would quickly hand me her cell phone when one of her clients would call and tell me to act like her secretary. She thought that it would give her more clout, and make her seem more legit and sought after. So after weeks of planning, I was able to imitate my mother’s voice on the phone and actually called a couple of high-end clients to look at a mansion that just went on sale. Luckily for me, they were all interested and I asked them to call me the next day so we can schedule the viewing.The next morning, as we were all eating breakfast in the kitchen, my mom’s phone rang. I saw how confused she was while taking the call, but luckily she never questioned anything. That morning, she had to schedule three high-end viewings, all on the day of our Vegas trip. I saw her heart sink, and although she was apologetic about it, I innocently played my part as a bratty teenage daughter saying: “But, mom you promi
Daddy came near me, sort of gliding his hands through my arms and staring into my eyes.“You’ve never been fucked, have you, sweetlips?”I waved my head in disapproval, licking my bottom lip. He took my hands and guided them towards his dick, making me grab it. As I did, I started tugging, up and down, sort of massaging, until I heard Daddy moan. I smiled while looking at his face.“So, you think this is funny huh?” – He whispered as I nodded in approval.“I guess that means I gotta punish you, sweetlips. Daddy hates when his babygirl is naughty” – As he said this, he put his right palm on my face, slowly gliding it towards my lips. I never stopped massaging his dick. I felt it pulsating, he wanted more. Daddy opened my mouth using his thumb and his pointy finger and started putting his fingers inside my mouth: one by one, then two at a time, then one again.“You have to suck on them, sweetlips.” – He leaned in, kissing me neck, as I moaned. He smiled, as I kept taking his fingers, li
It took me a couple of minutes to really come back to awareness, and I was still hard in Eden’s ass. My cock felt like it was super light and super heavy at the same time, like a steel beam without weight, and I realized that I’d picked up my own high from all the oil.“Eden,” I groaned, slowly pulling out of her ass until I popped out.She moaned happily, rolling onto her side, and I managed to lift her up and slide her onto the massage bench. “Hey, baby,” she grinned. “Up until this afternoon, I thought last weekend was the best sex I’d ever had. This definitely tops it.”I laughed, and she did too, and I crawled up behind her on the bench and spooned her as she tilted her head back so I could kiss her.“You’re still hard,” she noticed.“I am,” I grinned.“Good,” she said, sliding off the massage bench and heading to my little kitchenette and grabbing a washcloth. “Because I want your next two loads deep in my cunt. Then you can pick where you put it on or in your personal MILF after
“O-Oh ... wow...” she said.“What is it?” I asked.“I think my high just kicked in,” she said breathily. “My ass feels amazing, and God I want you to fuck me.”“Not yet,” I grinned, continuing on with her thighs, and watched as she squirmed in place, flexing her muscles and absorbing the feelings running through them. Her nipples were poking out nice and hard, and she was arching her back a bit with her horniness and pushing her chest to the sky.Spreading her legs, I got on the bench between them and looked at her pussy up close. I’d fallen in love with it that first time at her place, but I just couldn’t get enough of how perfect and pretty it was. Aroused as she was, it was swollen a soft, ruddy pink, the inner labia spread slightly wanting something to fill it, her clit poking out from the little clit hood that capped it.“Trevie, baby,” she moaned, reaching down for me. “Fuck me?”“I told you the plan, baby,” I said with a smile. “Step two, I want a taste of this delicious pussy.
“That would be so hot,” she grinned and kissed me.We made out for a little while, and then I stripped her naked - which didn’t take long since she was only wearing the dress and no underwear.“I’ve got a plan for you tonight,” I told her. “Step one is giving you the full body massage and running my fingers over every single inch of your body, and step two is feasting on that delicious MILF pussy of yours until you’ve squirted at least twice for me. But for step one I need you to decide something for me.”“What’s that, Trev?” she asked. She was naked and sitting on the edge of the massage bench, but somehow her energy and nervous excitement made her almost like a kid on Christmas morning.I couldn’t help it, I kissed her again first. “Well, I can use my regular massage oils,” I said, showing her a bottle of the usual brand I used. But there was another, unlabeled brand next to it. “Or I can use this. I had a friend back in college who was a bit of a pothead, and she’d done research in
And Monday had been like I’d started working at an entirely new Spa. Sure, I still had the occasional older client, but what Jessica had said had been true - my week looked like it had booked up with Trophy Wives and Club Daughters.Thankfully, I think, nothing untoward or explicit happened. There was some light flirting, but no one got as forward as Rachel Killian had, let alone Eden; the weirdest part of it all was that all of them were so nice to me. Everything I could remember about the Greenmeadow membership was that it was snooty, snotty and could be quite rude. But these women were downright ... pleasant. And I could think of only one reason - they were all, in the back of their minds, considering the idea of getting a piece of me.That, right there, was a weird feeling and I dreaded the day someone made a move I had to turn down.“Why would I ask her out?” I replied to Jessica. We were waiting in the lobby for my next appointment, a Club daughter who was running five minutes l
And then we were fucking again, her on top and riding me, putting in the work as her tits bounced off my lips and I grabbed her ass, teasing her asshole with one finger. Then I flipped her over and fucked her on her hands and knees, and she came again when I adjusted and fucked down into her more, mounting her like an animal and bashing my cock against her g-spot, causing her to squirt again in a little spray.She pulled off my cock and this time I came in her mouth as she swallowed it down.I went to the kitchen and got us water, and came back to Eden kneeling face down on the bed, her ass up in the air, asking me to spank her. I did, and then fucked her from behind again as she fingered her clit and humped back at me, panting and laughing and begging me to make her come again. Then we shifted again and she mounted me backwards so that I could watch her ass, which I spanked and played with as she bounced and ground on my cock. She fell back onto me and I fucked up into her, jamming o
She kissed me as I carried her, uncaring that I was smothered in her juices and smell, getting it smeared all over herself as well. She directed me to her bedroom and I tossed her on the bed as she laughed happily, and then I slowly pulled the dress off of her as she bit her lower lip sexily and watched me with a little smile. Joining her array of jewellery was a thin golden chain around her waist.“God, you are perfect,” I said, crawling onto the bed and looming over her so I could kiss her.“You’re not so fucking bad yourself, though you aren’t nearly naked enough,” she teased and giggled as she plucked at my shirt. “How the hell did you get so good at that?”“Patience, and practice,” I said as I stripped off my wet t-shirt and started unbuckling my belt. “And I plan on putting in a lot more of it with you.”“Yes, please, God,” Eden grinned. “Be as patient as you want with me. But don’t forget to be rough, too. I’m serious, I want you to make me your little MILFy whore. Anything you
“Oh, oh my God,” Eden moaned quickly. “Oh, no, oh my God! Trevor. Oh, you’re really good at that.”I pushed her thighs wider, the green dress sliding up over her hips, and I looked her in the eyes as I tongued her.“Ung, do you actually get turned on doing that?” she asked me, clutching at her knees to keep her legs open for me, her pretty lips pouted open from the fast pleasure I was pushing on her.“You taste so fucking good,” I said between licks.“Oh, fuck,” she breathed out. “Oh, my God.” And then she sighed with a girlish, sexy moan.“Just relax and enjoy, you naughty fucking MILF,” I said.“Hooooo-kay,” she moaned, relaxing back on the couch and closing her eyes.She breathed deeply, letting out little moans for a bit, but her eyes snapped open when I moved up to her clit. “Oh! Fuck, that’s really good. Oh, Trevor, fuck. My clit. My clit!”I reached up and pulled the shoulders of her dress down, revealing her naked tits, and used one hand to fondle them while I brought the othe
That right there was the best kind of response I could get from someone. I’d only gotten it once before during my practical placements through college. Getting it again with Marissa made me a little giddy and lightheaded. Eventually, she called me back into the room, and I showed her some arm and back stretches that would help her out, along with how to use a tennis ball on her chest to work out some tension. It wasn’t perfect, but it would hold her over if things got really tense before she could get another massage.She waited around for me while I cleaned and reset the room, and then we walked to the staff changing rooms together. Marissa had me give her my number before we split apart.That night I went back to my place feeling like a king. I’d changed a beautiful friend’s life with my knowledge and skills. And I’d gotten the best blowjob I’d had in my life from Eden.Once I’d had dinner, I texted Eden.‘Good evening, Eden. This is Trevor.’It was a couple of minutes before I got
I chuckled and went back in. Marissa was lying on the bench with the wedge under her. It started around her hip area and lifted her abdomen at a slight angle, and her breasts sat in the cutouts while her head remained raised. I could see the expanse of her side boob from one side, and she was definitely filling out the cutout.“Can I take this thing home with me?” she asked. “I haven’t slept on my stomach since I was like thirteen because of these things.”“It’s not mine to give away,” I said. “But I can give you some good websites to order one from.”I reapplied oil to my hands and went to work. Marissa was a little ticklish on her sides, but once I’d gotten her warmed up on her lower back and she’d gotten used to the feeling of my hands, I started moving higher. She had a build that was similar to Rachel Killian - generally fit, but holding a curvaceous softness that made massaging her skin feel just a little pillowy. Her back had a few little moles and freckles that made her feel m