My Naughty Nun Fantasies Strike A Particular Chord With Me.

I have a little naughty nun fantasy.

 

I actually have many naughty nun fantasies because I was raised Catholic. One of these fantasies is that I was a nun before coming to this job. My sex drive of course got the better of me and I had to leave the order. There have always been tales of naughty nuns or priests, but no one really knows what happens. Tons of nuns are lesbians and many priests are gay, but not all of them. Some of them get it on together. It was the priest who let me down this path. I tried to be good, but he saw something within me. It started one day in the confessional.

I went in to give confession, and I saw he’d removed that little metal partition between the boxes. I think he kept the screws loose just for this reason. Then, I sat down and was presented with an erect cock coming through the area I usually spoke my confession into. He commanded me to suck it for him. Who was I to deny a man of God? I took that cock in my hand and placed my mouth on it. Licking it up and down, I soon had a mouthful of cum. I even had a few drops on my Bible that was on my lap and on the front of my habit. Afterward, I washed it off with the holy water in the bowl outside the confessional.

I felt shocked and ashamed, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about sucking off the priest.

That night I masturbated like I never had before. I knew I was a naughty nun, and I wondered if God could forgive my sinful actions. A few days later I went back into the confessional and the erect cock was waiting for me. I stroked it with my hand and could hear him breathing heavily from the excitement of it. I didn’t want to soil my habit from his seed. So, I figured it was easier to swallow the evidence than wash it away. When I knew he was about to cum, I popped it in my mouth. It was a strange feeling, the priest’s cum splashing the back of my throat that way.

I had a feeling the confessional turned into a glory hole was just the beginning, and I was right. The next day he called me to his office and locked the door when I entered. He told me to bend over the desk. You do not say no to a priest, so I obeyed. I felt my habit being lifted and my undergarments being pulled down. Then, I heard his zipper and felt him enter me from behind. I felt shocked at his girth and gasped when he shoved his dick in me. He was repeating The Lord’s Prayer as he fucked me, it was weird. He grabbed my hips and pumped it into me. I could feel him go off inside me and then a trickle down my leg.

He zipped up, and his naughty nun was dismissed.

I suddenly wondered if other nuns in the abbey were also having sexual relations with the priest. I dared not ask. My lust grew and grew from our many clandestine encounters, and I knew I had to give up this life. I’ve been on the outside for several years now and have enjoyed many sexual relationships. I will always look back on my times as a naughty nun with fondness. That priest awakened me to my sexual self and I knew I wanted more than that life could provide. I’ve never regretted leaving, but I do wonder about some of the people I met. Some were kind-hearted souls; others were nearly sadists.

I will always get a tingle in my pants when I see a man in a collar. I can’t help it, he really showed me what it was like to desire more. Plus, I guess he wanted both, so broke his vows of chastity. I knew it wouldn’t be right to go on in that life and break them. That’s why I left. It was an exciting chapter in my life.

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