Just Call Me...Lover. - Sex Stories

Just Call Me...Lover.

... that altar with come still seeping out of my cunt, the nuns found me at 2 am when they gathered for Matins. You can well imagine what an infernal cacophony of prayers, psalms, shock and self-righteous indignation I caused that morning! I was swiftly taken; naked and with a Hessian bag over my head, to a windowless room somewhere. There I was tied to an iron ring in the wall and beaten almost to unconsciousness while the toothless old crones recited the Mass.”

Slowly I lowered the crop and a chill entered my veins as she began to recite the words she remembered in beautiful, perfect Latin.

- “In nomine patri et filio et spiritui sancto. Sicut erat in principio et nunc, et semper: et in saecula saeculorum. Amen.”

-“ Those filthy bitches thrashed me in the name of The Father and of The Son and of the Holy fucking Spirit..."

-" Of course, I am eternally grateful to them.”

“Oh?”

“They introduced me to true pain. After that, I did everything possible to make them beat me; I read nothing but Swinburne, Lautrémont, Pierre Louÿs and the Marquis de Sade; difficult books to obtain, much less smuggle into a convent. I was insolent, I became a Satanist, my mouth was never free of blasphemy and naturally, I sucked and fucked any man that I could get my hands on and that took my fancy, right there in that consecrated fucking convent.”

After that, I brought the riding crop down upon her many a time that night, taking care always to beat her with an even number of ...

... strokes. She seemed satisfied until I eventually stopped and unhooked her. She got down on her knees with her wrists still bound before her, head bowed and with that indescribably lustrous black hair shining in the candlelight. She might have been an exquisitely painted seraglio slave by the hand of Jean-Léon Gérôme or one of the other French Orientalist masters.

I lifted her head and brought her face to face with my famished cock.

“Mmmm, such an interesting organ.”

“Stop talking and suck it!”

“Earn it.”

I sneered at her cruelly and without warning I slapped her cheek, following it immediately with a far harder backhander. A spray of saliva flew from her mouth as her head jerked violently to the side. She was caught completely by surprise but after she turned her head slowly back to face me, a fierce smile formed on her lips. She then opened her mouth slowly and sensuously slipped her tongue out.

I didn't think to untie her wrists. I simply gripped her head and fed her my cock over and over again until I had reached a satisfactory level of hardness. Hard, deep and unrelenting, I fucked her face that night in the cellar. She took whatever I had to give without comment and with little reaction. I began to get the impression that being at the centre of attention was her biggest turn-on.

Later, standing with her back to me, I finally found the deep and satisfying pleasure of her pussy.

“Call it acunt lover, that's what I offer you, not a mere pussy.”

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