She doesn't need telling twice. Her mouth opens, and she takes me in — fully clothed, still in the habit, kneeling at the altar like the devoted little nun she's playing. Her tongue works my shaft, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes lifted to mine, submissive and worshipful. The white coif stays on her head, absurdly pure above it all.
I let her work for a while, my hand resting on the back of her head, guiding her pace. The chapel is silent but for the wet sounds of her devotion. She gags once, pulls back, recovers, takes me deeper — eager to earn absolution.
Then I pull her off me with a soft pop. "Enough, Sister. On your feet."
She rises unsteadily, hands still folded, lips glistening.
I reach for the clasp at her throat. My fingers work the fabric loose — the habit parts at the front, falling open to reveal what's underneath.
White.
White bra, lace-trimmed, her full tits pushed up and spilling over the top. White garterbelt hugging her hips. White stockings climbing her thighs to mid-thigh, held taut by the garter clips. White panties, a small triangle of lace at the junction of her thighs. White coif still on her head. White heels.
She's a vision. A corrupted, filthy, gorgeous vision.
I push the habit off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a heap of black fabric. She stands before me in nothing but the white set, her skin flushed, her breathing quick, her eyes locked on mine.
"Turn around. Bend over the altar."
She turns and bends, her palms flat on the stone, her ass in the air, the white panties stretched tight across her cheeks. I step up behind her and run my hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, until my fingers find the waistband of the panties. I hook them and pull.
The fabric tears. Not a rip — a full tear, the lace parting from the waistband, the panties ing away in my hand. I stuff them in my pocket.
Her cunt is bare beneath the torn lace. Wet. Ready.
I drop to my knees behind her, grip her thighs, and press my mouth to her.
She gasps — that sharp, beautiful sound — and her hips push back against my face. I spread her open with my thumbs and tongue her, slow and deliberate, tracing the length of her slit from the bottom up, circling her clit, feeling her tremble. She's already soaked. The taste of her is sweet and salty and unmistakably Katie.
I eat her like she's the last meal I'll ever have. My tongue presses inside her, fucks her, drinks her. Her moans echo off the chapel walls — a sound that was never meant to be heard in a place like this. Her knees buckle. I grip her thighs harder and keep going, my tongue working her clit in tight circles while one hand slides up her ass, my fingers finding the tight pucker of her asshole, circling it, pressing.
"Father — " Her voice breaks. "Father, I'm — "
I don't stop. I push her over the edge.
Her orgasm hits her like a wave — her whole body seizes, her cunt clenching against my tongue, a long, shuddering moan escaping her lips. I keep licking through it, drawing it out, until she's gasping and trembling and her weight is fully resting on the altar.
[Pervy act detected: cunnilingus (partial undress, roleplay): 400 x 1.5 undress x 1.5 roleplay = 900 PDP]
[Katie orgasm: 500 PDP]
I stand up. I gather the hem of my cassock and hitch it up to my waist. My cock springs free beneath it, hard and slick, the tip already glistening.
I step up behind her and lean over her bent back, my chest pressing against her spine. She's still dazed, her cheek pressed against the cold stone, her ass pushed out, waiting.
I grab both her arms — not one, both — and pull them back, straightening as I do, locking them behind her. Her back arches, her body lifted off the altar. Her tits press against the stone. I hold her wrists in one hand and guide my cock to her entrance with the other.
"Look at you," I murmur into her ear. "Dressed like a bride of Christ, bent over his table, about to take your father's cock. What would the sisters say, Sister?"
She whimpers. Doesn't answer. Can't.
I push in.
The resistance is perfect — that velvet grip, that clutching warmth, the way her walls part and cling and wele me all at once. I sink to the hilt in one smooth motion, my balls pressing against her clit, my cock buried deep inside her.
I don't give her time to adjust. I start fucking her.
Hard. Fast. Each thrust rocks her forward, her tits bouncing against the stone, her moans turning into wordless cries. I pull her arms back harder, arching her spine, using her wrists as handles to drive deeper. My hips slap against her ass. The sound echoes off the chapel walls — wet and rhythmic and utterly profane.
"You like this, don't you, Sister?" I'm breathing hard. My voice is low, rough, the degrading monologue spilling out of me. "Being fucked on an altar, in your sacred habit. Your cunt dripping for your Father while the Lord watches."
She moans. A confirmation.
"Tell me."
"Yes — yes, Father — I love it — "
I slam into her harder. Her words dissolve into a cry.
I keep the rhythm punishing, pulling her arms back with every thrust, watching my cock disappear into her over and over. Her cunt grips me like a fist. Her moans are ragged, desperate, building toward something.
"I'm — Father, I'm going to — "
"e, Sister. e on your father's cock. The Lord loves a whore as much as He loves a nun — and you are both."
She does. Her body locks up, her cunt clenching around me in waves, her cry bouncing off the stone walls. I feel her orgasm pull me over the edge with her — my own release building, cresting, breaking.
I bury myself deep and let go. Thick ropes of cum pump into her cunt, flooding her, marking her from the inside. I keep thrusting through it, riding the wave, until there's nothing left.
[Pervy act detected: vaginal sex (partial undress, roleplay): 600 x 1.5 undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350 PDP]
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in cunt (partial undress, roleplay): 600 x 1.5 undress x 1.5 roleplay = 1,350 PDP]
[Katie orgasm: 500 PDP]
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