0 comments/ 10459 views/ 6 favorites Sister Aquinata: A Nasty Bitch Ch. 01 By: Haunting "God DAMMIT!...Ugh...ugh...Don't you dare stop!...Right there....right there...ugh...FUCK ME!" Aquinata was coated in a slippery sheen of mingled sweat that swam into thin rivulets gliding over the sensual contours of her body. Fuck sweat was dripping from the tip of her lover's nose, her swinging jolting nipples, and even his elbows as he pierced her again and again with his hot penetrating spear of thick and pulsing male meat. The joined pair's wet flesh slapped together lewdly as Aquinata opened her legs even wider inviting her lover in deepest. As if in a dream she craned her lovely neck forward and stared with bleary lust at the unbelievable eroticism of a stiffened and swollen glistening blue-veined cock outrageously piercing and stretching an itchy swollen labia into a gasping grasping "o" of weeping feminine flesh...her lover's cock and her pussy. The words, "Fucking cunt!" shattered her narcissistic reverie. "Bastard!" she parried, secretly rejoicing. "Slut!" he crudely mocked in repost. At the word "slut" something primitive inside of Aquinata's heart loosened and emerged unbidden. She pulled her eager nasty-talking lover closer. Her eyes slitted then blurred with pleasure as he hammered her sloppy juicing cunt even harder. She sunk her long fingernails into the yielding flesh of his rutting ass and then bit deeply into a sweaty shoulder. "Owww!....Damn slut!...ugh...aggh...Why did you do that?...ugh..." Aquinata continued to buck her opened loins underneath him then bit his neck. He winced then slapped her smooth unpainted cheek. "Ugh....ohmmm...again!...ugh..." she groaned and deliriously sought his lips with hers whispering hot enthusiastic obscenities into his ears. He slapped at one of her circling breasts then laughed and spanked her tensing flank...hard. "SsssMACK!" sang a course male hand on recoiling waves of female buttock. "Oh...YES!....ugh...Am I...ugh...ohh...really...a...ahhhh...fucking...slut...?" Their tongues danced, tangling and separating...tangling and separating...tangling and separating...as her lover continued jolting her luscious body. She suddenly sensed a quantum change in the delightful cock plowing her pussy as it lengthened and thickened inside of her. Aquinata gasped, fucking back...harder. "You're...fuck!...getting close...ugh....ugh..." "So are you, bitch!....shit...Ohhh!...that's...ugh...good...your slutty...ugh...cunt is...a...tight drooling swamp...ugh...ohhh..." "In...in...arrrrg...inside...ugh....in...inside me...oooooo....inside...." she pled in a growing stuttering delirium desperately flinging her clenching limbs around the stiffening body of her lover. "Agggsssshnnn!..." he ground out against her straining neck. "AiiiiiEEEEEE!" she wailed feeling the staccato molten spurts of a spitting embedded cock igniting the hot flood of soaring joy filling her grateful ravaged form. Sometime afterwards they slid apart. Aquinata lit up and smoked silently, absently stroking her lover's matted hair. With white smoke still curling from her swollen love-bruised lips Aquinata sighed then crushed the glowing embers of her shrunken cigarette in the cut-glass bedside ashtray. Rolling over she pressed a big soft tit against the sleeping man relishing the erotic sensation of her flattened nipple rising and tightening...again. She kissed her lover's back while lightly caressing his scrotum. "Weeeellllll...I guess...." she sighed in reluctant whisper. Aquinata swung her long legs over the side of the bed before rising slowly and walking nude around the room deliberately gathering the scattered clothing that a male's delirious passion had torn from her horny submissive body. Taking inventory she observed that her soaked juice-stained pink thong was now useless. Smiling thoughtfully over the 20 year difference in their ages she slowly slid the shredded scented ultra-feminine garment under his pillow. Aquinata dressed carefully quietly stopping now and then just to listen to the contended snoring of her slumbering lover. She gazed long at her ardent lover then bent over and kissed the jagged purplish love bite on his powerful shoulder. "Until next time." Standing erect she adjusted the seams on her black stockings and smoothed the soft folds of her long black skirt. She slowly tightened her woolen belt just enough to allow a slight grip on her slender waist. Lastly Aquinata carefully placed the white coif on her head securing the carefully aligned edge of the thin black crape covering with two bobby pins on each side to leave her face chastely exposed...just precisely as it should always be. Aquinata, now properly draped with a nun's full dress habit, moved towards the door, opened it, and then turned back toward the skewed bed of forbidden love. The sated female inhaled deeply feeling her nostrils flare at the drifting heady invisible odors. She wanted to forever sear the randy scent of tonight's spent sweaty sex deep into her memory. Sister Aquinata blew a silent kiss to her snoring naked lover and left the room closing the wooden door softly behind her luscious hidden bottom. End of Sister Aquinata: Such a Nasty Bitch -1 Sister Aquinata: A Nasty Bitch Ch. 02 In this episode I explore some of the mystery of a nun gone bad. - - - - - - - - - - Outside the door Sister Aquinata carefully adjusted her nun's habit. It just would not do for a woman of her station in life to look careless – ever. The priest/monk in the deep sleep of sexual afterglow was her sixth conquest...so far. "One never knows when one might meet her next victim, does one?" she thought to herself, subconsciously sneering. A little unsteady from such a hard fucking Sister Aquinata walked down the open hotel corridor gazing at the moon slowly blinking past the stone arches and columns of the covered walkway. Her occasionally wobbly 6 inch heels echoed on the beige textured quarry tile smelling of a recent rain. The sexy come-fuck-me heels belying the conservative garments of her order. The line of stone columns and arches reminded her of the ancient arcade of the secluded cloister in Kentucky where she received her novitiate training...6 years of training...6 long years of her order's enforced celibacy that she was determined to make up. Walking along Sister Aquinata felt her slippery upper thighs caressing each other. She trembled and felt the growing patches of goosebumbs on each creeping upwards toward her pussy. Wobbling again Aquinata had to briefly steady herself with her hand against a stone column before continuing on. As her hedonistic night waned the hazy full moon was beginning to set and filled the southwestern corner of a peaceful sky. Finally at her van Sister Aquinata bent over fishing around for the keys hidden deep inside the wheel well. She found them safely tucked away in their magnetic metallic box. Keys safely in hand she returned the little box to its hiding place. The nun thumbed the pink plastic remote relaxing the VW van's electronic locks and triggering flashing yellow parking lights. "Chirp. Chirp." Aquinata climbed up into the driver's seat causing the shining silver slivers of her long dangling earrings to swing and briefly tinkle together. She loved the way those hidden long earrings secretly touched her sensitive neck under the order's black veil. She settled her big ass in the bucket seat pulling the shoulder belt down and across her chest. She also loved the way that the wide piece of safety webbing separated her big tits always causing her nipples to tighten to full horny attention. Now, to further add to her night's driving pleasure, Sister Aquinata felt the creamy wet evidence of her latest seduction beginning to ooze steadily from her swollen sore pussy. A broad smile quickly spread across her face. "Damn! That was some...Fucking!...HOT!...FUN! MORE!" she enthused aloud to no one. Aquinata suddenly couldn't resist a primal urge and raised her long black skirt past her knees seeking some of the escaping slippery semen with a long manicured nail. She shivered in her warming seat as she lifted a leg and slid in past her happy little clit inserting deep into her oozing cunt. Quickly glancing around the parking lot the wanton sister raised her knee higher and hunched over the steering wheel. She pushed in another finger growling with pleasure through clenched teeth. "Oh...MY!" Aquinata gasped as the spent cum and her sticky juices came suddenly flooding out coating her probing fingers and tiny pink palm. "Ummmm..." she groaned slipping her fingers free. Sister Aquinata carefully raised the lovely lusty mess to her nostrils and inhaled...deeply. "Oh my GAWD! I simply LOVE the smell of sated cunt and cooling cum! Yummy!" she said feeling a little dizzy from the heady scent. Still hunched over she raised her head just far enough to see over the dash and scoped the area again. Aquinata sucked the juicy little white-marbled pool of lust into her salivating mouth enjoying its salty tangy taste and slimy texture. Then, ever so slowly, Aquinata licked her palm and fingers clean of the comingled juices carefully savoring the moment. She closed her plump lips and nastily swirled the juices around in her hot little mouth relishing the tasty sinful squishing of a priest's slick cum around and through her hard white teeth. Finally, and still feeling a bit woozy, she swallowed. "Mmmmm....ohhhh!" she mumbled aloud as a surprising mini-orgasm scorched through her sexy tingling body. Sister Aquinata recovered quickly and slowly lowered her leg and skirt. She started the engine of her VW van; a pink van with purple vanity plates with gold emblazoned letters that read, "YUMMY!" While the van's motor warmed up in the cool predawn she unfolded the visor's vanity mirror and carefully repaired her smeared streaked makeup suddenly thankful that she hadn't met anyone (unlike the giggly teenaged couple she had shocked the last time) on the brief walk to her van. Lastly she reapplied some fresh glittery pink lip gloss and pressed her tender lips together. "Smock!" Grinning, she gave herself a naughty wink and snapped the visor back into place and drove away. "Now, Sister Slut, who's next? HahahaHA!" ------------------------------------------ "Well?" "Hmmm....wha....?" "You heard me, Sister Aquinata. Don't play coy." her psychiatrist pressed. Rather than answer directly Sister Aquinata tried to focus instead on the pleasurable scent of the musk and patchouli incense drifting around her on the shrink's couch. He waited...silently. "I don't want to go there, Ben." she eventually said. "And that, my dear Sister, is exactly why you're here again...and again...and again." "You saw them openly fucking in the shadows of the deep woods....and...?" he prodded paraphrasing one of her former confessions. "Nope. I won't do it. I don't want to!" Sister Aquinata pouted in an even more childlike voice...a voice with a slight Southern drawl that had just risen half an octave and softened. "You confessed to seeing his large glistening hard cock fucking your mother's swollen red pussy..." Ben reminded the reluctant nun. "Fuck you, Ben!" "Save this silly song and dance crap for your virgin monks, my dear Aquinata. When you are here you will get to the point or just stop wasting my time...three years of my time...so far." he sighed. "Oh...that's a laugh! This is actually my time since I'm the one paying you, remember Doctor Shrink?" "Come on already. We only have 30 minutes left. Now...they were naked fucking themselves senseless and you were spying on them from behind a tree and....?" "Dammit, Doctor. Ok...OK!" she said in a childlike voice of resignation. A long silence filled the comfortable office. "Twenty five minutes." "FUCK! My own damn PRIEST was fucking the holy shit out of my MOTHER and she was loving it...LOVING IT! OK?" Sister Aquinata blurted out and began to weep quietly. "Not near good enough, my dear Sister. I KNOW you, remember?" "It should have been ME, dammit, and NOT that whoring cunt of a mother. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEE!" Aquinata shouted surprising them both with the force of the truth. "How does anyone get this screwed up? Aquinata is intelligent and absolutely gorgeous." he mused privately. Petite Aquinata was indeed gorgeous. What the 32 year old stunning woman lacked in physical size at 4' – 10" she more than made up for in genetics. She had: a thick wavy mane of long red hair that hung down to her butt, large sensual blue eyes, impossibly-arched tattooed but very sexy eyebrows, natural thick long eyelashes, high cheek bones, naturally pouty lips, slender neck, buffed, 34" inch bust, narrow waist, luscious thighs, a terrific make-you-drool ass, and tiny feet. She took immaculate care in applying her makeup and toe and finger nail polish. Aquinata was a natural ginger with the sparkling fiery temperament to match. The psychiatrist knew she was a natural redhead since Aquinata rarely wore panties to any of her weekly therapy sessions. In her tailored short skirts, clingy hot pants, and more recent skintight body sheaths her scented curly bush was always leering at him from Aquinata's feminine shadows. Today she had chosen to wear one of the tightest pink crepe mini-sheaths that he had ever seen, an obviously expensive sheath that crept farther and farther up her sleek thighs as she relaxed on his couch. The garment also put her tits on blatant display pushing them out and up in a way that made a bra unnecessary. A nun dressed up ultra-feminine...crazy! Ben the professional had carefully checked out all of her credentials after their first surprising session finding Sister Aquinata's claim of being a nun too hard to believe even though she seemed truthful. She is...unusual...definitely...but the genuine article. Sister Aquinata's sobbing had quieted some now and her tears had almost stopped. "Ok. Now, as we both know, the real question is...why? Why should it have been you screwing your own naked priest in the woods instead of your obviously horny mother?" "I really don't KNOW! Am I just some pervert? Am I a closet nymphomaniac? Is it simply because I'm a Taurus female?? WHAT? Help me! Please." "Twenty minutes, dear Aquinata. This might be a good place to begin the next time. In the meantime you need to think about the why...really think about it." "Oh...Fuuuuck you!...you creeper shrink!" she spat sitting up and rotating her wide hips giving Ben another delicious beaver shot. She stuck out her tongues and flipped him the double bird...three times. "Takes one to know one, my dear Sister Aquinata." he retorted and they both laughed at the inside joke. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sister Aquinata stretched her lithe body over the textured arm of the over-stuffed couch deliberately reaching farther over and farther back than she needed hotly exhibiting her compelling charms. Her searching hand finally found her white coif and long black veil. "Pay dirt!" she thought to herself, feeling her pussy moisten, and drew them out into the light. Still bent over and stretched out she lifted her blue eyes and caught her shrink staring at her legs and nicely exposed pussy. Wordlessly she bit her plump lower lip, sat up, and slowly drew the regulation head gear of a nun into her lap. Aquinata donned the bleached white coif letting her long red mane dangle to her belly instead of drawing it up into a proper knot first. She pooched out her pink painted lips in a sexual pout while pinning the black nun's veil into place at the sides of her lovely face. "Unbelievably SEXY!" thought Ben feeling his cock thickening even more and hardening uncomfortably. He slid open the slim drawer of the cherry wood end table, quickly pulled something out, then slowly slid it closed. Sister Aquinata froze in place her upraised fingers still on the bobby pins. She felt her mouth go suddenly dry and her pussy go suddenly wet...really wet. Aquinata unconsciously licked her glossy pink lips. In required silence the black and white day collar of a priest appeared in Ben's hands. Sister Aquinata squirmed and her cunt flooded. As required he slowly placed the collar around his neck and then buttoned it. The twisted nun groaned. He reached down and openly adjusted his still hardening cock. He groaned. Sister Aquinata's pout briefly morphed into a blatant sneer of feminine lust then changed to the briefest of smiles. She mentally reminded herself, again, that her carnal confessional secrets were just as safe here with her psychiatrist as they were with any listening priest...no...safer. Now...as she always did at the end of each of her sessions...she silently reclined in slow motion lifting her sexy knees then spreading her toned thighs wide and her 4" heels high. A glistening pink gash appeared between her black thigh-high sheer stockings and in her kinky red bush...her hungry little cunt drooled wetly in rapt anticipation, wafting its wild, horny, and seductive scent around the other scents swirling in the conditioned air. "Damn!" Ben groaned. "Shhhh!" commanded Sister Aquinata with a slim index finger to her mouth simultaneously using two fingers of her left hand to better open her wet nether lips. "How had they crossed this line of professionalism so long ago now?" he wondered as he unzipped releasing his grateful and eager thick 6" cock oozing its own sexual juices and heady masculine scent. Still fully clothed her credentialed confidant quickly joined her on the couch kneeling between her opened thighs. He gripped a slim ankle (wrapped with a thin gold ankle bracelet with the word S-E-X-Y in the middle) with his left hand stretching her beckoning pussy wider open yet. He used his right hand to nudge his swollen smooth cockhead into an obscenely wet genital French kiss with the psychologically-troubled vivacious nun. All conscious thought fled the room. Sister Aquinata, jaded past the capability for any normal sexual tryst, stared between her large stiff-nippled breasts at her blazing pubic mound feeling her siren's cunt stretching wide for the priest's sinfully delicious cock. When she was cloistered in Kentucky Aquinata had secretly visited a local tattoo parlor on one of her infrequent furloughs. The curious nun, dressed in her full religious regalia, had the smirking artist tattoo blue and yellow flames on her shaven mound of Venus. When her pussy hair grew in Sister Aquinata carefully trimmed and shaved the patch of red kinky hair into the delicate shape of a heart with its tip pointing directly at her clit. The painfully tattooed flames clearly "burn" around the edges. A flaming blazing heart...literally...and oh so naughty. "Grrrrrr....." she growled...yes, actually growled between her clenched white teeth, her eyes fixed on the cock advancing deeper into her body beneath her flaming sculpted heart. She moistened her lips with her tongue knowing what was next literally cumming her way since she had carefully scripted the closing dance of these therapeutic analysis sessions....long ago. Ben felt his pussy-kissed cockhead suddenly pop into her welcoming sopping wet cunt and plunged in up to the hilt with a single deep thrust. Then he began plowing her obscenely slurping hole, long dicking the gorgeous jaded nun. "Aggggghhhhrrrssshhhh!" Sister Aquinata gritted out while still staring at their blended groins slapping wetly together, her red heart tangling briefly with his blond pubic patch on each jolting. Ben's masculine cologne with essences of pine and ginger drove her absolutely wild. "Slap...slap...slap...slap...slap..." their bodies sang out as he started fucking her like a man possessed. "Sister...Aquinata....have....you...truly...repented?..." her priest grunted in a hoarse voice in between his ferocious thrusts against her splayed inner thighs. He instinctively grabbed her other ankle (that had a matching gold ankle bracelet with the word S-L-U-T in the middle) pulling her wider open and pounded harder into his surrendered target. "Oh...Yes, Yes, YES!...Father....OH YES!...ugh...Damn!...Bless me...Fa...fa...fa...FATHER!...for...I....am sinning....DAMN THAT'S GOOD!...ugh...ugh...I mean...Fuck!...SHIT!...have...sinned!....OH!....Gasp!...FUCK ME!!" "Why!....You!...NASTY!...Fucking!...CUNT!...of...a NUN!..." he grunted and gasped out, somehow remembering his scripted lines. "Slap....slap....slap....slap...slap...slap...slap..." repeated their writhing mortal bodies. Sister Aquinata suddenly groaned a subhuman sound and froze, slowing her wildly wobbling jugs that had slipped free of the crepe sheath shrinking toward her middle. She flung her arms wide searching fruitlessly for a handhold on the couch. Sister Aquinata began a hotly sexy arch upwards into joy. "OooooOoooooOooooOooooOooooOoooo!" Sister Aquinata wailed with an animalistic unhinged sexual keening. Lost in his own lusts Ben released her ankles and mercilessly grabbed her big naked sweaty ass with both hands. The laboring priest was striving his utmost to not only fuck the cunty bitch well through her orgasms but to drive his hot iron bar through her delicious yielding feminine flesh all the way up to her throat. She threw her arms around the priest's shoulders and locked her sculpted legs around his rutting middle. Then, in a very unlady like way, she dug in all her nails and bit deeply through his vestments into her lover's powerful shoulder. Her eyes opened smoky blue in a blurry sexual hard-fucked stare as she moaned and snorted out the dregs of her waning orgasm through widely-flaring nostrils. "Owww....You fucking...slutty...WHORE!..." he yelped but secretly relished the inflicted pain as penance for his own guilt. Sister Aquinata felt his cock growing longer inside her delighted pussy and grow impossibly hard. She consciously emerged some from the sexually-induced delirium and quickly shoved the fucking priest backwards on the couch. "Schluuurp!" The lovers both groaned when he obscenely popped free from her gripping sodden cunt. With her crumpled sheath gathered around her lovely waist a disheveled Aquinata scrambled to the floor and onto her knees, white coif and black veil both off kilter, in an obscene pose of the religious penitent (also scripted in by the nun for her further twisted pleasure). She began to jack Ben hard in her tiny fist eager now for the taste of his hot cum soon shooting out of the slit in the purple smooth cockhead. Sister Aquinata's right hand and arm blurred with the speed of her manipulation and she cocked her head to the side waiting for the final act of their weekly scenario to unfold. Her depraved and splintered sexuality demanded that her confessed psychological revelations be rewarded with hotly satisfying decadent fucking...precisely according to her sensual script...every time...the last 15 minutes...no exceptions...precisely! Aquinata slitted her eyes in anticipatory unrepentant lust, stuck out her long wet pink tongue, and jacked Ben faster. "Ohhhh!....Damn!....You...Fucking...Nun....CUNT!...." her shrink growled out in a strangled voice and slapped the sister hard on her right cheek leaving behind the brief red imprint of his fingers. Aquinata smiled broadly eyes sparkling as she quickly turned her black-veiled head. He slapped her again...harder. "Swak!" The second slap was a sharply distinct sound echoing in the now silent room accompanied only by the muted wet sounds of her tiny hand still wildly stroking an unburdened cock. Sister Aquinata added her left hand and gripping his throbbing cunt-juice anointed member tighter continuing to jerk him hard and fast, ten tiny fingers blurring in their depraved labor. Aquinata felt a little dizzy from the slapping. She absolutely LOVED the sting of the hard slaps on her fair skin. They somehow made her feel even guiltier about what she was doing. Aquinata licked his tightening wrinkled scrotum staring into the shrink's wild eyes. He grabbed her veiled head forcing it over her left eye trying to fuck his cock into her nun mouth. She wouldn't have it though (not in the script you know) clamping her lips tightly closed. Sister Aquinata stroked him faster. "Bless me, Father!" she panted in a secret-filled office filling with the primal timeless odor of heterosexual sex. "Bless me!...NOW!" she demanded pointing his swelling darkening cock at her black nun's veil while she focused her uncovered right eye on his priest's collar. "You...sexy...nun...SLUT!" Ben roared at the ceiling and came...hard. "Splut!" The first long white stream shot directly into her veil...with force. "Mmmm...." she moaned. "Splut!" The second Aquinata directed to the unmarked side of her nun's veil. "Ahhhhh..." he groaned and shot again. "Splat!" The third stream of hot thick cum sprayed up her right nostril but also painted the bridge of her Grecian nose and arced across her right eye. "Oooooo...." the momentarily blinded Sister Aquinata cooed, like some fallen innocent dove, since she especially loved having her eyes glued shut with priests' cum. Sister Aquinata: A Nasty Bitch Ch. 02 "Ssspluuurt!" A creamy cum shot caught the top of her creamy white nun's coif and curled long over the crown of her jet-black veil. " Ohhhhh...Nasty! Yummy!" drooled Aquinata. "Ahhhh....ohhhh..." Ben moaned continuing to spasm as the kneeling nun engulfed his oozing slimy cockhead with her precious mouth. Aquinata expertly pumped him dry as she sucked and squeezed gently on his balls. She carefully collected every last jet and minute dribble in her hot little mouth. When he had absolutely nothing left to bless her with her confessor pulled free with a moan and staggered back collapsing roughly into his psychiatrist's chair....stunned...drained...in awe...once again. She patiently waited for his panting to ease. When she thought he had recovered enough Sister Aquinata sat back on her delightful haunches, once again opening her sated abused pussy to a man's leering stare. She shivered and tilted her coifed and veiled head backwards causing her painted lips to open and her long red hair to brush over her luscious bare bottom. When she heard his breath catch she knew that he was paying close attention. Sister Aquinata then tilted her head forward just enough under the crooked black veil so that her psychiatrist/priest/lover could clearly see that her mouth held some of his silky slick semen. She slowly pierced that sinful salty pool with her pointed pink tongue and swirled the thick brew around some savoring its slimy texture. With a very naughty wink she pressed the tip of cum-drenched tongue to her nose and then slowly drew it back under the cum's surface. Aquinata managed to gargle for a few seconds and then expertly blew several cum bubbles that swelled obscenely before they popped. Sister Aquinata closed her mouth ending her slutty display and swallowed the evidence of their mutual depravity...with a very loud gulp. Sister Aquinata grinned evilly at her counselor and began cleaning up the trails of his joy. Using her tiny fingers she started with her face, so that she could see again, collecting the semen there and rubbing it nastily onto her swollen pussy. Aquinata felt around her veil and coif for the other streaks and deposited these onto and into her pussy as well. When finished Sister Aquinata cleaned each of her fingers...in a unique way. She slowly and deliberately, inserted each digit... one at a time or in tight pairs...into her hot leaky pussy or clenching itchy anus and then hornily licked and sucked them off. "Pop!" "Schhhluuurp!" "Pop!" "liiiick!" Aquinata continued until all ten digits were neatly cleaned to her satisfaction. But that just wasn't enough for this cum-hungry slut of a woman. She slowly removed her headgear allowing the veil to drag over the erecting nipples of her beautiful breasts. Looking her lover in the eyes Sister Aquinata licked and sucked the rivulets of drying cum from her black veil. She sucked hardest at the thick runny globs on her stained white coif. "Gawd! What a SLUTTY nasty heavenly BITCH you are, dear Aquinata. Naaaassssty!!" and they laughed and laughed. Ben could only stare when she finally arose carefully stuffing the semen-soiled garments into her golden-blinged pink leather shoulder bag. "Well...once again...my dear Sister Aquinata...time's up. Same time next week?" Using both hands Sister Aquinata bent over and stuffed her dangling tits back inside her clinging pink sheath. She stood and pulled up on the top of her dress then shook her tits around until they were safely ensconced. Then she pulled down on the hem of her crepe mini wiggling and squirming and tugging it back into place over her lovely hips and ass. Strutting sensually over to the antique wall mirror (its precise placement suggested by her so that her confessor could better perv her body on the couch) she again bent over giving her lover a memorable view of a remarkable nun's sexual pouch framed in the sensual triangle of feminine flesh at the top of her thighs. Slowly fishing her makeup case from her bag Sister Aquinata deliberately took her time carefully adjusting her smeared makeup and runny mascara with lavender scented tissues, pointed fingers, and soft brushes. She knew that most men, but especially carnal priests, were absolutely mesmerized at the sensual sight of a sexual available woman bent over before a mirror doing her face up. Sexy slutty Sister Aquinata leered at her confessor in the smoke-tinted mirror and winked at him while spritzing the deep gorge of her hanging breasts with very expensive Chanel No. 5. "Damn, Aquinata!" he groaned and jumped up. His exposed reawakening cock waved and bobbled before him as he lewdly approached this very VERY naughty nun. Aquinata quickly snapped her case closed and darted for the door, tits jouncing happily, just barely escaping his hopeful grasp. Sailing safely through the door she quickly closed it to a small gap. Turning around she spied the hopeful priest still eagerly pursuing a nun's available charms. She pressed her glistening frosted lips to her palm and softly blew him a sensual kiss. "Absolutely the same time next week, Doc...absolutely!" she whispered sexily through the gap. She slammed the door to the soundproofed office shut (consciously hoping she hadn't caught his erect penis but maybe subconsciously wishing that she had). The cum slut of a nun pressed her ear to the heavy cherry panel feeling it's slick coolness on her cheek while catching a whiff of the rich furniture polish with her lovely nose. "Fuck!...Piss!...Shit!..." emerged the muted curses from within as the doorknob rattled. "Bye Doc!" she said loudly through the closed door laughing in a girlish twitter. "Fuck YOU, Aquinata! Get back in here! NOW!" Sister Aquinata, a very fucked up Sister Aquinata, saw the door beginning to open, immediately stood up and wheeled on a pointed heel, quickly strutting away. "Wait. Fucking CUNT! Wait! Ok....ok. SHIT! Bye, dear!" Sister Aquinata beamed. Then, for the good doctor's personal pleasure, she strolled slowly away allowing her delicious hips to swing into the mesmerizing feminine rhythm of a sexy seductive metronome. "Tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock..." END Sister Aquinata, Such A Nasty Bitch – Chapter Two. Sister Aquinata: A Nasty Bitch Ch. 03 In this episode I explore more of the mystery of a nun gone bad...the sister at her office. - - - - - - - - - - "Good morning, Ms. Aquinata." "Good morning to you, Gwen. My...what a lovely dress. Teal? " "Thank you. Yes, teal...with a blur of royal blue around the edges." Gwen had a nice figure for a woman of 40 and dressed well...but not too well. Sister Aquinata made quite sure that her support personnel dressed professionally but not too sexy. At the office she insisted that any overtly sensual edginess was her domain and hers alone. This aspect of corporate philosophy clashed with confusing contrast against Aquinata's severely dowdy nun's habit and conservative black leather pumps. "What's on tap for me today?" "At 9 you have a new client initial meeting. 10 is Mr. Jones. 11 is..." "Do you have a file opened yet for the new client?" "Yes, Ms. Aquinata. Pink tagged in the usual folder." "Pink...another local monk? Well, well, well! Efficient as always, dear Gwendolyn." Aquinata felt her pussy beginning to moisten under her knee-length conservative skirt. Her sexy office assistant, whom also was an experienced psychiatric RN, couldn't help but notice the slight lilt that entered unbidden into her employer's voice but carefully maintained her own personal demeanor. "11 is Ms. Gre....." "Thank you, Gwen. That's enough for the time being. I will look the schedule over on my tablet with my morning coffee. Is there anything of immediate concern in the snail mail?" "On your desk." "Good. Kindly give me 15 minutes before you bring the espresso." "As you wish, Ms. Aquinata," fully understanding why the nun needed the extra time this morning. New clients are a big deal for the office but new clients from the local monastery were a very BIG deal to her fascinating employer. Gwendolyn had been a psychiatric nurse at the nearby hospital for 10 years and began to tire of the daily floor routines of the psychiatric wing. Not that is was ever dull, of course. It was just a matter of her divorce leaving Gwen looking for more in life than she had settled for. About 5 years ago Sister Aquinata had quietly appeared for a group meeting...as a fill-in moderator. Beforehand she briefly consulted some of the charts in the nurses' briefing room. It was unusual for a sister to run a meeting but it was the way that this particular nun handled herself, and the patients, that was the bait the bored RN sniffed at. The hook set came when she observed the obviously pantiless sister deliberately, quickly, and...almost...discretely flash a young male in the circle. Sister Aquinata made it look as if she was just getting more comfortable in her gray metal chair. However from her angle the observant nurse Gwendolyn hadn't mistaken the sister's bared pussy, the fleeting shadow of a leer on the sister's face, or the shocked response of the patient...a patient who just happened to be a monk from the local monastery. Gwendolyn, no prude herself and a beauty in her own right, was presently kicking up her lovely heels with a jerk of a local redneck whose only saving grace was his long thick cock and a remarkable sexual stamina. She had observed the sister spending the most time reviewing the flashee's chart. He was sexually confused and depressed and had been committed by his superiors. Aquinata's seriously fucked-up display, brief as it had been, had excited Gwen...aroused, more like. Gwen went through a handful of batteries that week masturbating herself silly to the nasty religious fantasies that heady little hospital scene stirred up...and not all were heterosexual. However, the usual ward shrink was back in place the next week, the naughty nun didn't return, and things quickly returned to normal for Gwen. Six months later Gwendolyn answered a newspaper ad for a private psychiatric practice and found herself face to face with Sister Aquinata. Both women were pleasantly surprised and the initial interview went very well. Sister Aquinata hired Gwen on the spot. "Remember, I said 15 minutes." Aquinata repeated hoarsely with undisguised lust. "Yes, Ma'am." As the sister walked back to her office it was difficult to tell which woman's cunt was wetter. Gwen was now very familiar with the unique style of prep work that her employer used to welcome the local monks. This would be number seven. "Lucky...LUCKY...seven!" mused Gwen sliding her hand slowly under her dress. With her free hand she set two alarms on her cell phone. One for fifteen minutes and the other for forty five minutes...five minutes before the time of the scheduled newbie session. Gwen's fingers found the throbbing ache they were searching for and slid easily deep inside. In her private office Sister Aquinata was just beginning her preparations. She appraised herself in the full length mirror on her office's closet door and liked what she saw. Fit and healthy in her sexual prime at 32 with rock-solid professional credentials she absolutely LOVED her life. Butt naked under her nun's habit, save for her soaked hot-pink thong, Aquinata was trying to decide whether to wear her thick red mane out, hanging to her waist, or in, hidden discretely under the veil of chastity. "Or...maybe...just maybe...both?" she said out loud. "I am so...so...nasty! Both it is. Ha!" and she winked at herself while carefully arranging her luxuriously thick hair. It is always exceptionally difficult to gauge what a monk's initial reaction on meeting her might be but she had an instinctive way of putting people at ease. Boy...did she ever! With some of the order's particularly needy...this woman absolutely excelled. Closing the door Sister Aquinata moved to her desk and sat down. Opening the file of her new client she starting looking it over while removing her sensible shoes. She paused and looked up glancing about the room. The carpet was a thick pink shag, pink because of its psychologically calming effect and because she simply loved pink. The walls were painted a light green with faux accents of a darker green and mauve. The ceiling was a very expensive coffered cherry wood. In the middle of the ceiling hung a cut crystal chandelier. In each corner were identical Rodin sculptures...The Kiss. The narrower end walls were decorated with framed black lite prints of psychedelic erotic art. Perhaps its best feature though was the large framed ocean print opposite the couch. You see, it was actually a TV screen that she had programmed to hold the beach scene as the main display but would subliminally flash religious porn images every few seconds. It had cost her a bundle (and a hot fuck with the programmer) but, in her mind, essential for her planned seductions. Yes, Sister Aquinata, absolutely loved her private office. She turned back to her tablet. "Tall, dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes, handsome...and only 19. 19. My!" As was usually the case for the monastery's referrals to her this new client was apparently having unresolved issues of sexual orientation, not at all unusual in the confines of a religious monastery. Human sexuality must be expressed and the harder it is repressed the kinkier its release. Obviously this young monk, like the six others she had previously seduced, was not comfortable with the occasionally expressed homosexuality at the monastery. According to the file before her he refused to confide in any of their confessors even though one of his male/male liaisons had been witnessed. Frank, one of the monasteries essential strong young carpenters, had simply withdrawn into himself and was preparing to leave the monastery...and the order. His superiors, after noting her previous remarkable successes, referred Frank to Sister Aquinata and, under duress, he had reluctantly agreed to see her. While continuing to read she replaced the regulation black soft-soled shoes with her glossy black come-fuck-me heels and carefully buckled their blinged straps over her sexy ankles. The sister removed some jewelry from a drawer. She fastened one golden anklet bracelet that said "Sexy" around one ankle and then another that said "Slut" around the other. From experience she had discovered that sitting near a reclining client while bouncing a crossed leg near them added a wonderful effect to the sessions. Next the sister fished out a heavier twisted sparkling golden chain and stood up. She reached under her skirt and then carefully passed it around her hips and fastened its tiny clasp. Finally the sister hung one oversized silver hoop from the single exposed earlobe. Aquinata perceived that this young monk was ripe for her unique professional ministrations and she, frankly, couldn't wait to seduce him. Frank would be her seventh. After grad school she had moved to this smallish border town when a position with an established psychiatrist looking for a partner had opened up. The local monastery's particularly juicy local scandals and circumstances quickly launched her over the moral edge and she moved from sexual fantasies to hot seductive reality...professional ethics be damned! However, the second stunning unplanned seduction of a monk/client through her practice (and her ironclad methods to ensure secrecy...as much sex as her clients wanted, whenever they wanted, and if that didn't work...secret office videos as blackmail) was what had initially propelled her to open up to a non-local priest psychiatrist as pangs of guilt surfaced now and then. Through her personal psychiatrist she had quickly realized that her adolescent desire to get fucked by a bull of a hometown priest coupled with the ensuing witnessing of her own adulterous mother in a shocking sexual frenzy with the same priest twisted her emerging sexual psyche into a compelling unconscious fantasy to seduce men of the cloth. By the third out-of-town visit to her shrink she had seduced another monk and then even managed to fuck Ben on his own psychiatrist couch. Sister Aquinata was becoming more comfortable with each compulsive seduction...no...far beyond comfortable...she knew-that-she-knew that she had found her true calling in life! "Ten minutes, Ms. Aquinata." chimed Gwen huskily over the intercom. Gwen cleared her throat. "Ten minutes." she repeated in a normal voice. "Thank you. By the way...please quickly message my other morning clients and ask them to reschedule. Frank looks like he may need some extended...therapy....and, if I'm right, I'll need some rest afterwards! Hee hee." Aquinata gazed at the speaker, waiting, then heard the expected sudden intake of breath followed by a staticky click as it was quickly snapped off. Nasty Aquinata smiled all the way down to her painted toe nails thinking of what her assistant was probably doing at this very moment. Quickly now, she finished reading the rest of Gwen's prepared psychiatric brief and then began her final preparations...none of which had anything to do with psychiatry. She arranged scented therapeutic votive candles about the room and lit them all...except for the one on the note table near her chair. A strange smile emerged on her lovely face when she placed a long slim pink taper alongside. She would use some classic eroticism to light this one as her client sat down on the couch near her. Sister Aquinata unconsciously gnawed lightly on the side of her plump and glossy lower lip just at the thought. Sister Aquinata looked into the note table drawer and made sure that all her fragrances were readied...scents designed for one purpose and one purpose alone...seduction. She fussed briefly over the fresh flower arrangement beside the couch, dark maroon roses, of course. "Five minutes." squeaked Gwen and clicked out. Aquinata smiled and then moved to the heavy embroidered curtains enclosing a corner of her office and drew them back. Behind the curtains was an authentic wooden confessional with a dark velvet curtain and an oak penitent's bench beside it. She felt the first flush of real anticipation blush onto her chest, her cheeks, as she quickly stripped off all of her clothes. She then took special care to take her silky thong and stuff it fully up into her cunt. She slowly removed the dripping thong and rubbed it on the outside of the confessional screen near the penitent's bench at approximately the height of a seated man's head. She also rubbed the saturated garment on the edge of the oak penitent bench nearest the screen. The nasty nun wanted the monk to get a good whiff of her natural scent when he was the most vulnerable. The sister sat down inside the confessional. She leaned back and relaxed raising her high heels pressing their cool black leather against her luscious ass. Then Sister Aquinata spread her pussy lips with her fingers and waited. She didn't have to wait for long. Gwen knocked and entered the office. She placed the steaming cup of rich espresso on the corner of the desk then turned around. She gasped when she saw her employer spread wide open before her. Sister Aquinata's fingers danced over her swollen clit while she leered lewdly at her naked assistant. "You look so damn SEXY naked! Please bring the espresso over here, Gwendolyn." husked a very naughty Aquinata. Gwen silently walked over to the confessional and handed the delicate cup to the sister. "Ready, darling?" Aquinata squeaked. "Mmm hmmm!" Gwen responded with enthusiasm sinking slowly to her knees. Shivering with desire Gwendolyn bent forward until her nose was only an inch from Aquinata's glistening pussy. The musky female scent was heady...even heavenly. The sister's breathing deepened and quickened as Gwen's pointed pink tongue emerged and stopped a millimeter short of its sensitive target. "Wait. Wait. Wait for it!" Gwen thought to herself. In a few moments a droplet of fragrant cunt juice emerged from the nun's pussy and trickled down over her wrinkled asshole. "NOW!" Gwen decided and speared the open pussy. Her long wet tongue softly pierced and wiggled into the opening going deeper and deeper. "Oh...my...God!" Sister Aquinata cried out while the fingers of her free hand wormed themselves into Gwendolyn's hair and drew her head in closer. Gwen's searching hands found the toned open thighs before her and then slid up Aquinata's stomach to her tits. Gwen squeezed hard as her tongue bottomed out in the very drippy, very horny, nun's pussy. "OooooOoooOooo!" the sister shook and wailed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her lovely body. Gwen tightened her grip on the sister's tits and held her tongue deep inside fighting for air through her flared nostrils as Aquinata's thighs clamped onto the sides of her head. Her employer's toes clenched inside her shoes and she gasped for air herself while orgasmic bliss rocked her to the core. When those powerful tanned thighs finally released her Gwen slowly withdrew her tongue allowing a flood of pungent cunt juice to run down Aquinata's ass and onto the bench. While Aquinata continued to quiver and spasm a small puddle collected under her beautiful ass. Although tempted to lick it up the obviously bisexual Gwen instead leaned back on her haunches. Sister Aquinata rolled to the side careful to leave the naughty wonderful little puddle in place sipping noisily at what was left of her espresso. "Hee hee hee!" Aquinata giggled. "You just never know which side of the screen my clients will choose to sit." "Gawd...you're nasty!" "Yeah...ain't I? Hee...hee...hee. Quickly now...to the psychiatrist's couch...you lovely bitch! Your turn!" and she gulped down the remainder of her morning coffee. Giggling, Gwendolyn lurched to her bare feet and ran for the couch, her tits and bare ass jiggling and wobbling in a delightful display of mature femininity. Once there she lay on her back and beckoned her horny employer with a crooked finger, a naughty wink, and lewdly splayed thighs. "Damn! You're a hot twisted THANG!" enthused the sister running over to the couch. The nun climbed aboard immediately in the classic lesbian 69 sliding her nose through Gwen's thick blonde bush enjoying its tangled golden texture. Aquinata slid her salivating mouth to Gwen's runny cunt and lowered her own drippy pussy to her sexy assistant's searching lips and tongue. "Aghhhh...." they both chorused at the sublime sweetness of the intimate contacts then quickly concentrated on the business at hand...or mouths...to be precise. The room filled with their lusty slurping sounds and the drifting dizzying odors of the hot double cunt lapping. Aquinata's strong fingers found Gwen's ample ass and dug in deep while Gwen's hands caressed up and down the backs of the sister's sleek thighs. "I'm close...real close..." murmured Gwen against Aquinata's plump and rosy pussy lips. Sister Aquinata's eyes glinted and her nostrils flared as she dipped a slim finger into Gwen's juicing box and then jammed the slickened digit into Gwen's tight asshole. Gwen immediately arched with orgasmic pleasure. "FUUUUUUCCCCCK!...SSSSHIIIIIIT!...DAAAAAAMMMMN!" her assistant howled at the ceiling when Aquinata searching lips found her secret love button and sucked...hard. "Quickly now, my dear! You know what we must do!" commanded Aquinata and slithered out from under. The naked sister pulled the equally naked, and still shaking, Gwen to her feet. Both women sat on the pillows at opposite ends of the couch and nastily rubbed their delighted drooling cunts all over the dark fabric. "Hee...hee...hee! Oh Sister...this is so fucking twisted! Your new client won't have a ghost of a chance!" "That's the idea! Now keep rubbing that damn pillow and bring yourself off. Here...these should help! HahahaHA!" she laughed while pulling two large pink vibrators from under the couch and tossing one to Gwen. Without hesitation Aquinata slid her toy home and dialed up...way up. Gwen did the same and soon they were both moaning and groaning as the vibrating sex machines did their job. Gwen peaked first with Aquinata hard on her heels. "Agghhhssshhhnnn! Soooo....Daaaammmmn....GOOOOD!" yelped Gwen and stiffened. Sister Aquinata was lost in her own pleasure and shivered and shook. Gasping out her second climax in deep gulping breaths she slid her lovely hips around on that pillow until the last of her tremors had subsided. She leered through blurry eyes at Gwen emerging from her orgasm and gestured for her to keep on rubbing her pillow. "Hahahaha! You are so damn...NASTY!" "Just being thorough, my dear Gwen. You just never know which way he might want to recline." Aquinata said with a twisted grin while continuing her own lustful grind. Gwen rose and sighed, taking one last long look at the naked Sister's charms. "Hurry, dear!" Aquinata's assistant obediently left the room closing the heavy wooden door behind her. She then spread her legs and frigged herself on her fingers for a minute or so and smeared the potent juice all over the crystalline doorknob. She now knew from multiple experiences with the sister's seductions that her fragrant cunt juice would still be a bit sticky on that knob when the client would be using it. For some unknown reason she had discovered that knowledge didn't bother her at all. In fact it even excited her in some strange way. Then Gwen dipped her fingers into her steaming honeypot again and smeared another coat over the knob...just for good measure. "Damn! I'm becoming as twisted as Sister Aquinata." she thought. "Naaaah! Hee hee hee!" Gwen giggled running for her desk, and her clothes. Meanwhile, inside her private office, the still naked Sister was carefully hand rubbing their heady juices into each pillow. Not one to leave any detail to chance she wanted to be sure that they were minimally damp to the touch while still allowing a full release of their joyful female scents to her client's nostrils. Finally satisfied with her work, Sister Aquinata went back to the confessional and reached for the puddle inside intending to spread it thinly as well but then stopped, thinking deeper about her new client. Sister Aquinata: A Nasty Bitch Ch. 03 "What the hell!" she said aloud leaving the puddle as is and drew the confessional's curtain shut. Smirking she dipped her fingers into her still oozing snatch and freshened the inside of the latticed wooden screen between confessor and penitent briefly lost in a dark fantasy. "Ten minutes, Ms. Aquinata." Gwen, now fully returned to her professional demeanor, reminded. "Fuck! Thank you, dear." Sister Aquinata flung the larger corner curtains shut and then scurried about the office dressing quickly in her nun's habit while strategically spritzing hugely expensive French perfumes on herself and hither and thither. She made the final decision on how to wear her hair and carefully arranged it...half in half out. Then she opened her immaculate white blouse...one button...two. She looked down to make sure that some of her cleavage was showing to tease and tantalize. She considered for a long moment and then, with a nasty twisted grin, released the third button fully aware that her new client would immediately understand that a nun was braless. "He just came in the door." Gwen whispered through the speaker. "I need five more minutes!" Aquinata whispered back. "Five minutes! Make sure to direct him past my framed Sex Therapist and Sexual Surrogate credentials!" Taking a few deep breaths the sister calmed herself...sort of. Reconnoitering the office she nodded to herself as she ticked items off on her mental check list. Aquinata kicked both uncleansed vibrators under the couch. Settling into her comfortable chair near the couch she swiveled it around careful to position herself precisely so that her new client would get an early eyeful. Sister Aquinata picked up the remote dimmer switch and brought the lights down lowest...almost off but not quite. As her client entered the darkened candle-lit room he would be stimulated by Gwen's scent on the sticky door knob. Frank would probably be raising his hand for an examining sniff and the dim lighting would further disorient him. Then with the odor of Gwen's aroused cunt in his nostrils Frank would look up and see her for the first time...shadowy seductive in the candle-lit room. Perfect! Then she spied her pink wet thong on the carpet! "Damn!" "He's on his way back." Gwen hissed from the speaker. "DAMN!" Aquinata lurched toward the soggy thing. The movement made her right breast pop out. The sister cast her eyes quickly about looking for a discrete hiding place for her thong. Then she thought "Fuck it!", turned around and closed her eyes, flinging it backwards over the top of the embroidered curtains. At that moment, with her exposed tit still jiggling about, the sister looked like some sort of a twisted nun-bride tossing a vulgar bouquet. Nasty! "Gawd. I am so frigging NAUGHTY! I LOVE it! Hee...hee...hee." She shot back to her chair and breathed deeply, steadying herself. "Knock...knock." she heard his knuckles softly rap against the hardwood and his voice announce in unison. "Cute." she thought to herself feeling her pulse quicken. "Oh GAWD! My fucking tit!" Sister Aquinata screamed inside her head and she quickly stuffed it back inside her blouse. Then Sister Aquinata, now fully into her spider-and-the-fly mode, conjured up her best professional smile, slid the hem of her regulation black nun's skirt just a bit higher on her lovely thighs, and, in her signature little girl's voice, said.... "Come!" * * * * * * * * After the initial awkward greeting five minutes ago (during which Sister Aquinata had definitely noticed the embarrassed monk's nostrils flaring...always a good sign...as she shook his cunt-scented hand) Frank sat in the middle of her couch but said almost nothing in response to any of her questions. He wouldn't relax or recline on either of her carefully prepared pillows. "Frank? Let's be frank. Tee hee. Does it bother you that your appointed psychiatrist is a woman...and a nun?" "Yes." he whispered shyly. "Why?" No answer. "Look, honey, we are getting absolutely no where...fast. Hmmm....come with me. I know something that might help." and she rose and extended her hand. Frank took it allowing her to lead him toward the hidden confessional unable to ignore the suggestive roll of her hips emphasized by her high heels. Against his will his cock started to lengthen and swell. At the embroidered curtains Sister Aquinata released his calloused hand and stepped to the side...very pleased to see the not-so-subtle turgid evidence of a male's healthy libido. "Open them." "Huh?" "They won't bite you. Hee hee. Go on...open the curtains. I have a nice surprise for you." she urged knowing that the simple act of drawing aside any woman's veil(s) was a psychologically charged moment. "What the...?" "Nice isn't it. I had it especially built for me at your monastery for just such a counseling need." Frank reddened. "Dang! I thought you'd really like it. What's wrong, dear?" Silence. The monk blushed even redder. "Please tell me." "I...I...crafted it." "Oh my! Really? You? This is your design?" Aquinata clapped her hands with joy at his disclosure making her braless breasts jiggle about underneath her white blouse...a timeless feminine motion that Frank did not fail to notice. "The design, yes, but I also built it myself...by hand. This project took me over 2 weeks." he said stepping forward and reaching for the screen but then quickly drew his hand back. "I need to go...now!" and with a look close to panic on his face spun on his heel ready to flee out the door. "Absolutely you will NOT!" the sister commanded grabbing both his hands tightly in his and pulled him against her looking directly into his eyes...such dreamy eyes...she thought. Frank gasped and started to struggle loose forcing his hardening cock to rub against her stomach and her soft braless tits to slide over his bare knuckles. "Wait! Listen to me, Frank!" "Your order's head abbot has directed you here because I can help you, just as I have helped others with sexual problems much worse than a homosexual fling...or three. You took a vow of obedience as well as chastity...remember? If your abbot trusts me then so can you! Now...your choice is a simple one albeit personally difficult. You may choose to either obey your high abbot and open up to me or leave the monastery...today! Which will it be?" her unmerciful directness cut him to the quick and the monk began to tear up. She let him stew silently for a moment while softly leading him back toward the confessional booth...his booth. Her intuition now instructed her that Frank should sit as the penitent and that she should listen, discretely, from inside the booth as Frank's shadowy confessor. She took Frank's elbow and guided him to the bench. Sister Aquinata noticed that her soaked pink thong had landed off kilter on the far end of the penitent's bench. With a wry grin she had Frank sit near the scented carved screen and noted that, even with some tears in his eyes, he sported an obviously large boner under his robe. "Why did you make this detail on each of the intersections, Frank?" she said leaning in closer and pointing out the small diameter holes. "You drilled them so nicely. What a talented driller you are." Aquinata said hearing her voice thicken and feeling her left breast first touch then flatten against his arm. Surprisingly, Frank, did not pull away from her overtly sexual touch. Aquinata also noticed his nostrils flaring at the drifting odor of her cunt juice smeared onto the screen. She placed her hand on his upper thigh, seemingly to steady herself, and felt the shadowy dark heat of his erection under the tented monk's garment. And still her new client did not shrink from her bolder touch. "This may be easier than I hoped." the sister thought. "I feel dizzy, Miss...Miss..." "You are dizzy because you are a normal heterosexual male who just happens to be a monk...who also just happens to be in the presence of an openly available female. The dizziness will pass on its own in good time." Frank started to look confused and then, physically, tensed up...again. "But...you...are...a nun, Sister?" he whispered. "I am a genuine nun...what do you think! I am also a certified sexual surrogate...whom your superiors happen to think quite highly of. My superiors have gifted me with a special professional niche within my order because of my unique therapeutic...abilities." she responded smiling. "Relax! Tee hee. Relax, Frank, and just breathe deeply for one minute. You may call me Ms. Aquinata or Sister...whichever makes you feel more comfortable. Here...wipe your eyes." and, with absolutely no remorse, the nasty seductress closed the innocent fingers of his strong young hand over her saturated thong. Releasing his thigh Aquinata stood up, watching his confusion deepen even as his maleness wobbled and stiffened. She quickly retreated around the corner of the confessional and sat on the inside bench feeling her bottom instantly moisten from the heady puddle that she had earlier left behind. Drawing the black velvet curtain closed she sat in shadowy silence peering out at her client...trying to gauge his reaction to her thong. Remarkably there was no reaction....nothing visible anyway...yet. Maybe he just thought the thong a frilly woman's kerchief. He raised the crumpled thong to his eyes and wiped at his trailing tears but then stopped in mid wipe visibly stiffening as he sniffed at the garment. "Oh...My...GOD!" he whispered in shock. "Good. Good!" she mused silently. "Frank?" He whipped her pink thong out of sight and then blushed deeply. Aquinata, always the spider on the hunt, noticed that he gripped it tightly in both hands but didn't toss it away. Her inner fountain opened. She became instantly wet and randier than a billy goat. "Frank?" "Y...y...yes?" he stuttered. "Relax, Frank. I wanted you to find my thong." "You...you...DID?" he gasped out in surprise but still didn't drop it. In fact now he started secretly exploring the feminine frilly details of the tiny wet garment. "You may keep it if you like." "Whaaaat?" "That personally scented thong is a little ice breaker that I sometimes use, quite successfully I might add, for sessions with monks and priests who have sexual issues to resolve. The way clients handle my pink thong speaks volumes to me about their inherent sexual orientation. Pick it back up, please. (Frank had quickly dropped it at this revelation.) He hesitated for awhile but then did as she asked. When he did that the sister knew, from past experiences, that her battle for this monk's cock was all downhill from here.) Would you like to hear my confession, Frank?" "But...but...I can't hear confessions..." he said while his fingers still explored her delicate thong. "Hee hee hee! I know that, Frank, we are just talking. This is not formal so...please...try to relax. Here's how this sort of thing works. I make an initial "confession"...then you...then me...until the session ends. You know...quid pro quo. Make sense?" "Nothing about any of this makes sense to me right now, Miss....no offense." he said ruefully shaking his shorn head while he caressed her underwear. "None taken, you dear man. Very soon now things will become crystal clear. Trust me. Now...I'll start. Last week I had sex with two men, two...priests...in this office...at the same time...in fact, right on the bench where you are now sitting." Frank jumped up like a scalded cat but Aquinata noticed his hard on had not retreated. Knowing that she was watching made him try to cover the evidence with his hands...one of which still clasped the wet pink thong. He immediately dropped it stared at her then at his tented robe and ran for the door. "Perfect." the jaded sister thought and felt her cunt starting to get really juicy. Frank reached the door and tried the knob but it wouldn't open. He twisted and twisted some more but it wouldn't budge. Sister Aquinata rose to her feet and putting on her most seductive strut approached the nervous monk. With panic shining in his eyes he glanced sideways at her approaching feminine form. "I'll open it if you really wish that, Frank, but is escaping from me what you really want...truly? Maybe, just maybe, you are desiring something quite new and different...even mysterious? Your superiors ordered you here because you seriously need someone's help. Deep down inside yourself you know that you need help in coming to grips with your confused sexuality. I am a board certified psychiatrist, a certified sex therapist, and an experienced sexual surrogate which means that I am licensed for hands on sexual liaisons right here and right now." she said calmly...almost whispering...in her little girl's voice hoping that he wouldn't find the knob's tiny chromed release lever too soon. "If you go out that door, Frank, just where will you go? Back to the monastery? I doubt that they will keep you in your present state of mind. To your fellow monk whom you had an affair with? Your superiors informed me today that he already has been placed elsewhere and I also doubt that your superiors will allow you both to reside in the same monastery again...anywhere. You are just confused about your natural sexual desires that you have been repressing for way too long...including being made to feel guilty for your rare masturbations, something that we ALL do by the way, Frank. From your file I also understand that you are still, technically, a virgin. Correct? How can you know that you prefer men when you haven't fucked a woman...yet." Frank sagged against the door so visibly upset that his hard on had apparently wilted. "Everything said...and done...in here is held in the strictest confidence. I won't even take notes about a session if you prefer it. We can say or do anything in my office...as long as it legal. I can help you find a wonderful sexual balance, you dear man, just like I have helped some of your fellow monks before you. Please allow me?" she said while placing one hand over his on the door knob and her other on his shoulder bringing her body into close proximity. She could feel her pussy juice running down her thighs and knew that he would easily smell her arousal. Whether he completely understood what to do then was a completely different story...so...Sister Aquinata took a deep breath and decided to really up the ante. "Don't you think I'm pretty, Frank?" He nodded but still kept wiggling the door knob. "Wouldn't you like to fuck me...right now? I'll let you and no one will know. I want to fuck you, Frank...oh how I want to have you deep inside of me!" "Watch me now, Frank...that's all...just watch me closely!" she commanded and stepped back two paces. Now fully into her final acquisition mode the aberrant sister reached for her bleached white blouse. She quickly opened the last two buttons and shrugged it to the floor openly baring her breasts to the virgin's gaze. The conditioned air and his slack-jawed stare made her nipples immediately harden into taut little rocks. Frank briefly struggled again with the stubborn doorknob but she noticed his rapidly rising cock again nudging against his robe. With tits gently swaying the nun grasped the side zipper on her black skirt, unzipped it, and let it fall. Then, with his full attention on her naked tempting body, she stepped out of the pile of clothing at her feet and strutted to the couch. The nun slowly bent over at the waist letting her tits, hair, and black veil dangle and tangle. With an obvious shiver Sister Aquinata held onto the back of the couch and widened her stance putting her wild pussy on open display...an obvious sexual invitation that even a virgin couldn't miss. She let her head drop further and stared at the monk framed between her thighs. He didn't move. "Do you see how the pink inside of my pussy is so shiny and wet? I'm horny, Frank...really horny." He still didn't budge willing his feet not to move but his hand drifted away from the door knob. "Don't you want to stick your hard cock into my wet nun's cunt?" The monk took a faltering step toward the nasty nun. "Let me see your hard prick, Frank. Please? I just want to see it." she husked. He hesitated for a long moment but then untied his woven belt and slowly opened his brown robe. His unrestrained cock lurched upwards and pointed mightily at the ceiling and Sister Aquinata went weak at the knees. "Oh my God! Fuck me with that damn monster, Frank. I can take it! (I think!) Come over here and fuck this horny bitch of a nun!" He moved closer his huge cock swaying heavily from side to side...the confusion on his face quickly morphing into a mask of undeniable lust. "Quickly, Frank...NOW!" "Damn bitch!" he groaned and roughly grabbed her hips. Aquinata's knees went weak at his sudden expressed vulgarity. "Yeeessss!" she hissed. "Stick it in! I want your cock inside...stretching me...filling me...fucking me..." Frank stumbled against her ass and missed his wet pink target sliding off to one side. Literally shaking now with lust he tried again but only succeeded in slipping upwards between her ass cheeks. "Ooooo...Frank! Let me help!" She reached back between her legs and grabbed his swollen monster but couldn't get her fingers around his girth. Aquinata's knees started to buckle at the thought of what was coming next but she summoned her will. However, she still couldn't budge that pole. "Fuck...you cock is hot and huge! Back up, dammit!" The virgin monk stumbled backwards as Aquinata seized his swollen hot monster with both hands and nudged his bloated head against her very willing pussy. "Now push dammit!" she gasped. "Fuuuuck!" they both groaned when his cockhead stretched her aching pussy lips wide then suddenly popped inside her love tunnel. The inexperienced monk tried to immediately shove his entire cock all the way in at once but Aquinata cried out in pain. "DAMN!...SLOWLY...slowly...slowly...my little pussy has to get used to it." she panted. "But it feels so...GOOD!" he shouted. "I know...I know....but take it easy on me...at first! Hee hee hee." the naughty sister giggled and pulled his hands forward from her hips to her hanging swaying tits. "Wow! They're so soft. Ha ha ha! OK!" "Now you can push a little deeper." Aquinata sighed feeling her stretched out pussy begin to relax. Frank pushed and watched his rigid meat sink about 3 inches into her wet heat. "Damn!" he moaned. "More..." the sister urged panting, spreading her feet wider apart. The monk slid in about 3 more inches then began moving his hips back and forth. "I'm...so...full..." Aquinata moaned against her knuckles. "More now?" he panted. "More?...You have more for me?...FUCK!" the nasty nun squeaked looking back over a veiled shoulder and reached back between her legs trying to gauge how much was yet to come. In the light of the quivering votive lights her questing fingers discovered that Frank had another thick pulsing 4 inches left. The nun wobbled off her high heels in anticipation of the wild fuck she was about to receive. She struggled briefly with the tiny buckles and then kicked the shoes aside. Sister Aquinata opened her legs even wider rising up on her tip toes reveling in their primal coupling. "I've never had one so...fucking...BIG!" she gasped and pushed her hips backwards taking in 2 more inches of his hot meat. Frank shrugged off his robe and instinctively began hammering her cunt while mauling her sweating tits. "Easy dammit...EASY, Frank! OH SHHHHIIIIIIT!!" the sister wailed as an orgasm rocked her world. Frank did ease up...some...but kept on fucking her soundly lost in a world of pleasure he had never known. Sister Aquinata: A Nasty Bitch Ch. 03 "Slap...slap...slap...slap...slap..." echoed in the office as the nun started to come around. "I...have...never...been...so....so...STUFFED!" she enthused between thrusts. "Is it all in?" she gasped. "Almost...I'm trying!" he ground out between gritted teeth. "Almost?...ugh...DAMN!...OooooOooooOOoooo..." she howled deliriously riding another soaring orgasm. "Oh....oh...OH!" the rutting monk yelled and climaxed as her pleasuring cunt clamped down on his penetrating log. Frank first bit into her shoulder and then her neck while shooting his hot virgin cum deep inside Sister Aquinata. His love bites raised the crescendo of her orgasm and she literally passed out tumbling them both to the floor. Even then...somehow...the monk kept his big dong locked inside of her and felt his heavy balls tightening again. His massive throbbing meat launched several more hot spurts of cum into her oozing abused pussy. "Knock...knock...knock." "Someone knocking?" he wondered. Well...knocking or not...Frank suddenly felt very sleepy and his eyelids grew heavy. * * * * * * * "Slap...slap...FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!...slap....slap...HARDER!...slap...GODDAMN!....slap...slap...FASTER!....slap...slap...DEEPER!...OH SHIT!...UGH!..." Sister Aquinata slowly emerged from her faint only to discover the surreal display of her platinum blond assistant enjoying the most primal fuck of her entire life. "Ugh....Ooof....DAMN!....slap...slap...slap...slap....it's...so FUCKING....slap...slap...HUGE!....DON'T STOP!....DON'T EVER STOP!...slap...slap...slap...AGGGHHHHHHRRSSSHHHNNN!..." Sexy Gwendolyn came hard, on her back, on the couch, her heels hooked over Frank's copiously sweating shoulders while he pounded the living shit out of her hungry sopped pussy. The sight of them fucking wildly made Aquinata so horny that she started fingering her cunt while pulling hard on her nipples briefly wincing at the pain but delighting in the pleasure. That wasn't enough for the nun slut so she crawled in closer for a better view. Frank noticed Sister Aquinata playing with herself but did not stop sawing his meat in and out of lucky Gwen. "She's tight, isn't she?" Aquinata whispered to him while Gwen flung her legs wide and arched into the lovely bow of feminine orgasm. "...slap...slap...slap...Fucking tight!...slap...slap..." growled Frank leering into Sister Aquinata's eyes. "And wet too?" whispered the naughty nun creeping closer yet to the fucking couple while frigging herself hard and fast. "...slap...slap...wet cunt...slap...slap...so...GOOD!...slap...slap..." "...and...accommodating...DAMN!...she is...taking...ALL...of...you..." Aquinata panted jealously in his ear watching his huge pole plunging easily in and out of Gwen's happy little cunt. "Oh...slap...slap...SISTER!...DAMN!...slap...slap...I can...slap...slap...explain...slap...slap...Oooooh!..." Gwendolyn moaned out while Frank kept on fucking the shit out of her. "OooooOoooOoooosssshhhhnnnnOOOooo!" Gwen wailed again suddenly lost in the throes of another hot orgasm. "FUCK HER HARD, FRANK!....DAAAAAMMMMN!" and the black-veiled butt-naked Aquinata came...hard...leaning weakly against the still fucking couple. "...slap...slap...slap..." "Frank?...dear?..." the sister whispered. "...slap...slap...slap..." "Frank?" she said a bit louder this time. "Frank?..." "...slap...slap...WHAT!...slap...slap..." The nun slipped one hand in between the sweating couple's humping groins grasping onto Frank's heady slimy meat with one hand and cupped his large balls with the other. "Mmmmm..." he moaned. "Come on my face?" "...slap...slap...slap...slap..." he stared at the lusty nun not breaking his rhythm. "Come for me...for her...the blond cunt...on my face!" "...slap...slap...slap...fucking NUN...SLUT!...slap...slap..." he groaned as she tightened both of her grips. "slap...slap...Ugh...oh SISTER!...slap...slap...he's getting...harder...thicker....I CAN FEEL IT!....INSIDE OF ME!...slap...slap...OH SHIT!...slap...CUUUUMMMMING!...slap..." "...slap...slap...on my face, you monk bastard!...slap...slap...slap...now...come...slap...NOW!" the jaded sister moaned out feeling Frank's cock beginning to swell in her hand and pulse obscenely. She yanked him out of Gwen's steaming snatch and, using both hands, jacked hard and fast on Frank's beautiful blue-veined cock watching the head turn from dark red to purple. "FUCKING NUN SLUT!" he roared and came. The heavy hot spurts shot from the end of his massive cock and splatted against Aquinata's lovely face. Spurt after spurt landed on target. The nun couldn't believe how much kept on coming but, in her state of sexual bliss, she eagerly took it all. Still jacking, she caressed the underside of his circumcised head with her pointed tongue and Frank sprayed out more of his white cum. The sister could barely fit her glazed lips over the bloated head of his wonderful penis but sucked until no more delicious dribbles oozed out and his cock became too sensitive for her to suckle. Sitting back on her sexy haunches the sated sister began wiping her face with her fingers scooping the cooling cum into her mouth. The slutty nun was suddenly bowled over by her naked assistant. "What?...What?..." Aquinata gasped out but was silenced by Gwendolyn's frank kiss...directly on her sticky slickery mouth. The two women laughed and French kissed while sharing monk cum back and forth like long lost lovers. Then they found themselves wrapped in two big strong arms as Frank joined them. "I knew my assistant was talented, dear man, but not THAT talented. I mean....DAMN! That little cunt easily took every millimeter of your wonderful monster and demanded more! DAMN! I think she just might be in love! Hahaha!" Gwendolyn blushed but her glowing eyes gave away her true delight in fucking the monk's gigantic penis. Gwen reached for Frank's manhood but found that Sister Aquinata had already beat her to it. "Nun bitch!" "Office whore!" "Hahahahaha! We'll share. Deal, Sister?" "Deal." "I have occasionally seen you fucking back here and heard the sounds of fucking coming from your office before, Sister, as you well know but this time when I heard your bodies hit the floor I thought that I should get my ass in here...pronto! I was on the verge of my second orgasm just from listening to the sounds of you two fucking so when you both fell I was already horny as hell! So...when I saw Frank's cock monster in person unsheathing from your stretched out wet pussy and knew that you were ok...passed out but fine...well...I...just couldn't...control myself and begged him to fuck me too!" "Yes she did...and I did!" Frank grinned. "You're both traitors. I want some more!" the still veiled nun teased and started stroking his healthy piece of slippery meat. "Me too! Hee hee hee!" Gwen giggled and squeezed his balls. "Easy, bitches...easy!" Frank suggested. "Maybe later? DAMN!" "Hahahahaha!" they all roared with laughter. "Say, Frank....ummm....still think you have a sexual problem? Hee hee hee!" teased the very nasty sister while slowly drawing the down comforter from the couch to cover them all. The sexually satisfied monk squirmed deeper into the middle of the naked feminine flesh then reached over the prone bodies of his eager playmates. He placed the couch pillows carefully under each of their heads and they snuggled together slipping quickly into the sated dreams of afterglow, one after the other. "Problem, Sister Aquinata? What problem?" he whispered into her sleeping ear and tumbled into a dream. END Sister Aquinata, Such A Nasty Bitch -- Chapter Three.