Our heroic and mysterious hot billionaire - The Stranger - takes his campaign of spiritual awakening and sexual liberation a step further when he attends Church with the sole purpose of liberating a shy but very horny young nun.
Did Sister Theresa make a mistake by entering the convent? She is only 22 and very horny and it is becoming impossible to ignore the torturous tingles down below. When The Stranger comes she she struggles to behave herself...
Slowly he undresses her, and takes her on a subtly mystical journey of sexual self discovery - subjecting her to NAKED tickletorture by the altar, leading her outside STARK NAKED and cajoling her to masturbate openly on the Church steps!
People are coming to attend mass. Cars are parking in the distance. The shame! The thrill! The agony! Yet the god just keeps teasing her.
He takes her inside and right then, right there, in front of the entire congregation and the priest - she has full sex with the irresistible billionaire and they both orgasm openly, intensely, before the shocked audience.
Thankfully they can make a quick getaway in his big Lamborghini - still naked and tingling :)
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Did Sister Theresa make a mistake by entering the convent? She is only 22 and very horny and it is becoming impossible to ignore the torturous tingles down below. When The Stranger comes she she struggles to behave herself...
Slowly he undresses her, and takes her on a subtly mystical journey of sexual self discovery - subjecting her to NAKED tickletorture by the altar, leading her outside STARK NAKED and cajoling her to masturbate openly on the Church steps!
People are coming to attend mass. Cars are parking in the distance. The shame! The thrill! The agony! Yet the god just keeps teasing her.
He takes her inside and right then, right there, in front of the entire congregation and the priest - she has full sex with the irresistible billionaire and they both orgasm openly, intensely, before the shocked audience.
Thankfully they can make a quick getaway in his big Lamborghini - still naked and tingling :)
Read excerpts below. Click the cover to get it on Amazon. Or click below to get on other stores with samples provided:
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His perfection was worldly, and godlike. Sister Theresa found herself mesmerised as her mouth turned dry. She licked her lips in contemplation. [...]
"I'm here for confession..." His resonant voice reverberated through her as he gave a beaming smile. His mouse brown hair combed back revealing his masculine, symmetric face, not too butch – but square. [...]
"Um... Uh...." Sister Theresa drawled and swallowed, she trembled slightly, her heart beat faster and she felt tingles plume inside, her nipples prickle with some unforgivable apprehension. She gave her soul to God. [...]
"Something about that man..." She wondered. It's as if he knew her, or she him. She was unbearably attracted to him. The tingles and Desire were bothering her more and more over the past months. She was a nun for barely two years and it was a difficult path. Only 22 years old – her body was full of ardour. [...]
The tingles bloomed behind her mons veneris and her eyes rolled to the ceiling, pleading for strength and succour from her building suffering. Dealing with these tingles and yearnings was becoming increasingly unbearable. And then He comes along!
God give me strength!!! Liberate me from my suffering!
For some unconscious reason, she sat on the aisle opposite him, she couldn't stop glancing. He turned and looked to her, grinning. [...]
"Who are you?" She asked curiously – her curiosity drove her attraction to His Mystery as much as his perfect looks and obvious prowess.
"I am who I am." He smiled, before kissing her softly on her left cheek, then her right, then squarely, softly, slowly, passionately full on the mouth.
Sister Theresa's eyes closed as her breathing shortened and quickened, the heat of his lips upon hers was thrilling and enthralling. His scent and warmth so close as his left fingers tickled the palm of her right hand and wrist, rubbing up her forearm. He took her other hand and kissed her again, fully on the mouth, sucking gently, swaying his lips in a waltz of growing passion. His fingers tickled and caressed her hands and danced with her fingers, caroused up her forearms, causing waves of sensation to flow over her body like soothing waters. [...]
Within seconds her black robes were cleaved in two, like some false temple cracked down the middle, and her body was freed. She stood there in her plain white underwear, in total shock. Waves of air flowed over her entire bare body along with a blast of shock and shame.
"Huh!" She gasped, not gasped, but almost bawled. If anyone came in, God forbid! [...]
"Oh my God!" Sister Theresa gasped, and for some pathetic reason, crossed her arms over her bosom. It struck her she was more ashamed of her very plain bra than anything else. She looked up to him, and smiled like a naughty child. He simply waved his hand.
"Don't be silly." He smiled "Cast off thy vestments!"
She lowered her arms to her sides, oddly wanting to be seen, despite the strange sense of shame – which thrilled her. [...]
"Step out of your panties please," he cooed as he gazed straight at her vulva.
The wave of absolute shame hit her like a speeding train, and with that shame a blast of thrills and tingles that turned her fear into trembling. She swallowed hard and in autopilot stepped out, one ankle slipping them off after the other. She was so sensitive that the sheer brush of the panties across her ankles caused her tingles to deepen and billow like balls of fire. Suddenly she was absolutely aware of her whole body, and all the Desire and Passion it beheld [...]
Theresa stood there completely naked, in the middle of the church, before this perfect stranger.
"Oh God..." She drawled.
"Almost there." He sung.
"Huh???" She was in a daze, high on her own sensations and thrills. To be naked in public like this, after so long under a veil, especially in the very church that commanded it – was somehow exhilarating and emancipating. The tingles overwhelmed her. [...]
The sense of excitement from being twirled round and round naked before the altar, her robes destroyed and far away, was terrifying as it was liberating. [...]
Slowly his fingertips began tickling, very lightly and gently, the sides of her neck and tops of her shoulders, causing her to squirm and giggle, blustering red faced, in desperate agony.
"Eeeeeeee No what are you doing!!!" She squealed, terribly conscious of her bare bum waving and gyrating as her breasts jiggled freely. [...]
Her body was so sensitive after so long under the robes, now naked and free. She quickly discovered the bum is a very tickly part of the body – and something about light gliding tickles over the bumcheeks is profoundly exhilarating. She began to squeal louder as she wriggled and writhed, her face now against his chest, his hot scent somehow soothing her in her sweet agony. [...]
As her legs kicked and thrashed he would leer straight at her bare vulva, now creamy and wet, causing her to blush but somehow keep flashing to him more and more. Theresa felt the deepest shame – yet the deepest thrill and couldn't help but make him look at her again and again. She liked being admired – and somehow felt she had a power over him. [...]
The god knelt and licked and tickled her bellybutton with his hot tongue. She was aware of how close to her vulva his face was, she felt his heavy breathing, her shin brushed over his bulging crotch. He was hard and her mind imagined him inside her. God he was big, she could feel it. [...]
"Where are you taking me?" Theresa asked shyly, she knew full well where they were going and the idea filled her with dread as much as it exhilarated her. [...]
"Eeeeeeeeee no noooo please I can't!" Hysterically giggles overtook sane speech as she tugged backward, drawing and crouching her bare body from the outside world. She could see vehicles in the distance. Mass was only about 15 minutes away.
"People will be coming soon! Oh please!" She begged and gasped.
The god turned and smirked, leering at her naked shame, holding her hand firmly. [...]
Her skin was afire with sensations. The summer breeze, the very static in the air, the hot rays of the sun, the firm grip of the gods' finger and thumb upon her left hand, leading her gently, nakedly, into the Light. Her nipples prickled with tingles as did the inner depths of her vagina. Her clitoris felt tense and burned from the heat within. Even her anus flexed involuntarily. Her bumcheeks felt so exposed, as if someone was already standing behind her staring at them. Her thighs swayed in the open air and every motion her body made felt exaggerated, making her painfully aware of the attention she could draw to herself. [...]
Automatically she bent over, legs wide apart, to let him have a good look at her. She had to yelp and giggle in surprise and disgrace when his big hand petted her vulva from behind, meandering up over her perineum and along her bum cleft, gliding up and down across her anus.
"I can see everything, you're so beautiful Theresa. Even your anus is beautiful when you spread like that." He mused.
The shame nearly caused her to fall over. She didn't quite realise just what he was getting to see. All she could do was giggle helplessly. Yet it felt oddly thrilling that he was getting to see all of that. [...]
When his forefinger and thumbs quickly and suddenly twirled and tweaked her nipples Theresa could do nothing but gasp and whimper and wail faintly into his hot mouth, her arms around his neck and shoulders, she squeezed and pulled into him. The bursts of tingles were unbearable as he cunningly started and stopped, changing angle [...]
The fingertips now glided up and down her soaking slit, torturing the taut inner labia with tingles. Her clitoris was erect and her labia were stretched and puffy with passion. His fingertips easily glided around the creamy rose of her vaginal entrance, causing her to whine and clench her eyes shut and grit her teeth in anguish. [...]
His fingerpads rested above her clitoris and massaged firmly in swirling circles, causing her clitoris to surge and burn in deepening agony. She writhed and gyrated, gasping, incapable of caring who might come and see her now – she simply needed more. [...]
The god expertly followed her around, keeping his fingers deep inside, as she writhed and swayed, her legs swinging and swaying akimbo wildly, her hips jerking and waving, her breasts and back stretching and heaving, her arms waving in every direction – her neck stretched up as her eyes remained closed and her mouth agape in Holy Ecstasy. The edge of orgasm prevailed and she was at the gates of heaven. Sweet agony.
"Oh God please! Please let me cum!" she gasped "I'm so sensitive! Oh God!"
The god merely smiled and withdrew. Then raised his eyebrows.
"Liberate yourself." He teased.
"Oh God please please!" She begged. But she knew full well she had to finish herself.
"I want to watch you torture yourself naked in public. But you're not allowed to cum [...]
Her hips gyrated in a very explicit display of public nudity and masturbation, as her yelps, squeals, whines and bawls became more frequent and noisy.
"Oh God please I'm so sensitive! Please!" She wailed. Her eyes opened drowsily, momentarily, pleading, before drifting away again in beautiful agony. The god merely leered and smirked.
"Do you want me deep inside? Hmm?" He asked warmly, his voice was soothing and passionate.
"Yes please! Oh Christ!" She bawled loudly, she lost control of her entire body, even her vocal chords, as she writhed in deeper agony. [...]
When she opened her eyes drowsily again she screamed. Some two dozen people were looking on in shock, as they approached from the car park, they were less than thirty feet away from her. The god merely chuckled as he looked over his shoulder and looked back to her, cheerfully.
"Don't stop yet." He smiled.
"Oh God I can't!" She screamed. "I'm so ashamed!!!"
"Yet the odd thing is – you're still doing it. Torturing yourself with pleasure. On autopilot." He smirked.
And so she was. She couldn't stop. Couldn't help herself. It felt too good. The shame and disgrace only served to intensify the orgasmic waves – to the point they were boiling with some unearthly fury, sexual torture beyond comprehension. [...]
She was totally bared for all to see. In the most explicit and profane of manners and gestures. [...]
"We're going to make love on the altar aren't we?" She murmured. The tingles still tortured her deep inside. The embarrassment did not diminish them – it augmented their intensity.
"Yes Theresa, we're going to make love and cum together before the entire congregation." [...]
When he pulled his boxers down and that huge gorgeous thick erect member presented itself in his full heavenly glory Theresa had to gasp in anticipation.
It was so big and thick and juicy and gorgeous! That big juicy head! God that deep inside, way deep deep inside where it's all pulpy and tender – would be heavenly bliss. [...]
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"I'm here for confession..." His resonant voice reverberated through her as he gave a beaming smile. His mouse brown hair combed back revealing his masculine, symmetric face, not too butch – but square. [...]
"Um... Uh...." Sister Theresa drawled and swallowed, she trembled slightly, her heart beat faster and she felt tingles plume inside, her nipples prickle with some unforgivable apprehension. She gave her soul to God. [...]
"Something about that man..." She wondered. It's as if he knew her, or she him. She was unbearably attracted to him. The tingles and Desire were bothering her more and more over the past months. She was a nun for barely two years and it was a difficult path. Only 22 years old – her body was full of ardour. [...]
The tingles bloomed behind her mons veneris and her eyes rolled to the ceiling, pleading for strength and succour from her building suffering. Dealing with these tingles and yearnings was becoming increasingly unbearable. And then He comes along!
God give me strength!!! Liberate me from my suffering!
For some unconscious reason, she sat on the aisle opposite him, she couldn't stop glancing. He turned and looked to her, grinning. [...]
"Who are you?" She asked curiously – her curiosity drove her attraction to His Mystery as much as his perfect looks and obvious prowess.
"I am who I am." He smiled, before kissing her softly on her left cheek, then her right, then squarely, softly, slowly, passionately full on the mouth.
Sister Theresa's eyes closed as her breathing shortened and quickened, the heat of his lips upon hers was thrilling and enthralling. His scent and warmth so close as his left fingers tickled the palm of her right hand and wrist, rubbing up her forearm. He took her other hand and kissed her again, fully on the mouth, sucking gently, swaying his lips in a waltz of growing passion. His fingers tickled and caressed her hands and danced with her fingers, caroused up her forearms, causing waves of sensation to flow over her body like soothing waters. [...]
Within seconds her black robes were cleaved in two, like some false temple cracked down the middle, and her body was freed. She stood there in her plain white underwear, in total shock. Waves of air flowed over her entire bare body along with a blast of shock and shame.
"Huh!" She gasped, not gasped, but almost bawled. If anyone came in, God forbid! [...]
"Oh my God!" Sister Theresa gasped, and for some pathetic reason, crossed her arms over her bosom. It struck her she was more ashamed of her very plain bra than anything else. She looked up to him, and smiled like a naughty child. He simply waved his hand.
"Don't be silly." He smiled "Cast off thy vestments!"
She lowered her arms to her sides, oddly wanting to be seen, despite the strange sense of shame – which thrilled her. [...]
"Step out of your panties please," he cooed as he gazed straight at her vulva.
The wave of absolute shame hit her like a speeding train, and with that shame a blast of thrills and tingles that turned her fear into trembling. She swallowed hard and in autopilot stepped out, one ankle slipping them off after the other. She was so sensitive that the sheer brush of the panties across her ankles caused her tingles to deepen and billow like balls of fire. Suddenly she was absolutely aware of her whole body, and all the Desire and Passion it beheld [...]
Theresa stood there completely naked, in the middle of the church, before this perfect stranger.
"Oh God..." She drawled.
"Almost there." He sung.
"Huh???" She was in a daze, high on her own sensations and thrills. To be naked in public like this, after so long under a veil, especially in the very church that commanded it – was somehow exhilarating and emancipating. The tingles overwhelmed her. [...]
The sense of excitement from being twirled round and round naked before the altar, her robes destroyed and far away, was terrifying as it was liberating. [...]
Slowly his fingertips began tickling, very lightly and gently, the sides of her neck and tops of her shoulders, causing her to squirm and giggle, blustering red faced, in desperate agony.
"Eeeeeeee No what are you doing!!!" She squealed, terribly conscious of her bare bum waving and gyrating as her breasts jiggled freely. [...]
Her body was so sensitive after so long under the robes, now naked and free. She quickly discovered the bum is a very tickly part of the body – and something about light gliding tickles over the bumcheeks is profoundly exhilarating. She began to squeal louder as she wriggled and writhed, her face now against his chest, his hot scent somehow soothing her in her sweet agony. [...]
As her legs kicked and thrashed he would leer straight at her bare vulva, now creamy and wet, causing her to blush but somehow keep flashing to him more and more. Theresa felt the deepest shame – yet the deepest thrill and couldn't help but make him look at her again and again. She liked being admired – and somehow felt she had a power over him. [...]
The god knelt and licked and tickled her bellybutton with his hot tongue. She was aware of how close to her vulva his face was, she felt his heavy breathing, her shin brushed over his bulging crotch. He was hard and her mind imagined him inside her. God he was big, she could feel it. [...]
"Where are you taking me?" Theresa asked shyly, she knew full well where they were going and the idea filled her with dread as much as it exhilarated her. [...]
"Eeeeeeeeee no noooo please I can't!" Hysterically giggles overtook sane speech as she tugged backward, drawing and crouching her bare body from the outside world. She could see vehicles in the distance. Mass was only about 15 minutes away.
"People will be coming soon! Oh please!" She begged and gasped.
The god turned and smirked, leering at her naked shame, holding her hand firmly. [...]
Her skin was afire with sensations. The summer breeze, the very static in the air, the hot rays of the sun, the firm grip of the gods' finger and thumb upon her left hand, leading her gently, nakedly, into the Light. Her nipples prickled with tingles as did the inner depths of her vagina. Her clitoris felt tense and burned from the heat within. Even her anus flexed involuntarily. Her bumcheeks felt so exposed, as if someone was already standing behind her staring at them. Her thighs swayed in the open air and every motion her body made felt exaggerated, making her painfully aware of the attention she could draw to herself. [...]
Automatically she bent over, legs wide apart, to let him have a good look at her. She had to yelp and giggle in surprise and disgrace when his big hand petted her vulva from behind, meandering up over her perineum and along her bum cleft, gliding up and down across her anus.
"I can see everything, you're so beautiful Theresa. Even your anus is beautiful when you spread like that." He mused.
The shame nearly caused her to fall over. She didn't quite realise just what he was getting to see. All she could do was giggle helplessly. Yet it felt oddly thrilling that he was getting to see all of that. [...]
When his forefinger and thumbs quickly and suddenly twirled and tweaked her nipples Theresa could do nothing but gasp and whimper and wail faintly into his hot mouth, her arms around his neck and shoulders, she squeezed and pulled into him. The bursts of tingles were unbearable as he cunningly started and stopped, changing angle [...]
The fingertips now glided up and down her soaking slit, torturing the taut inner labia with tingles. Her clitoris was erect and her labia were stretched and puffy with passion. His fingertips easily glided around the creamy rose of her vaginal entrance, causing her to whine and clench her eyes shut and grit her teeth in anguish. [...]
His fingerpads rested above her clitoris and massaged firmly in swirling circles, causing her clitoris to surge and burn in deepening agony. She writhed and gyrated, gasping, incapable of caring who might come and see her now – she simply needed more. [...]
The god expertly followed her around, keeping his fingers deep inside, as she writhed and swayed, her legs swinging and swaying akimbo wildly, her hips jerking and waving, her breasts and back stretching and heaving, her arms waving in every direction – her neck stretched up as her eyes remained closed and her mouth agape in Holy Ecstasy. The edge of orgasm prevailed and she was at the gates of heaven. Sweet agony.
"Oh God please! Please let me cum!" she gasped "I'm so sensitive! Oh God!"
The god merely smiled and withdrew. Then raised his eyebrows.
"Liberate yourself." He teased.
"Oh God please please!" She begged. But she knew full well she had to finish herself.
"I want to watch you torture yourself naked in public. But you're not allowed to cum [...]
Her hips gyrated in a very explicit display of public nudity and masturbation, as her yelps, squeals, whines and bawls became more frequent and noisy.
"Oh God please I'm so sensitive! Please!" She wailed. Her eyes opened drowsily, momentarily, pleading, before drifting away again in beautiful agony. The god merely leered and smirked.
"Do you want me deep inside? Hmm?" He asked warmly, his voice was soothing and passionate.
"Yes please! Oh Christ!" She bawled loudly, she lost control of her entire body, even her vocal chords, as she writhed in deeper agony. [...]
When she opened her eyes drowsily again she screamed. Some two dozen people were looking on in shock, as they approached from the car park, they were less than thirty feet away from her. The god merely chuckled as he looked over his shoulder and looked back to her, cheerfully.
"Don't stop yet." He smiled.
"Oh God I can't!" She screamed. "I'm so ashamed!!!"
"Yet the odd thing is – you're still doing it. Torturing yourself with pleasure. On autopilot." He smirked.
And so she was. She couldn't stop. Couldn't help herself. It felt too good. The shame and disgrace only served to intensify the orgasmic waves – to the point they were boiling with some unearthly fury, sexual torture beyond comprehension. [...]
She was totally bared for all to see. In the most explicit and profane of manners and gestures. [...]
"We're going to make love on the altar aren't we?" She murmured. The tingles still tortured her deep inside. The embarrassment did not diminish them – it augmented their intensity.
"Yes Theresa, we're going to make love and cum together before the entire congregation." [...]
When he pulled his boxers down and that huge gorgeous thick erect member presented itself in his full heavenly glory Theresa had to gasp in anticipation.
It was so big and thick and juicy and gorgeous! That big juicy head! God that deep inside, way deep deep inside where it's all pulpy and tender – would be heavenly bliss. [...]
You're hornier reading this than you were reading 50 Shades aren't you? ;)
Check out my other books too :)