Kinky Nun Novels & Stories

The bass from the club pulsed through Jenna’s body like a second heartbeat. She was only twenty-four but felt like she’d been waiting forever for a night like this. The underground kink club was invitation-only, and she’d sweet-talked her way in wearing her shortest pink dress. It barely covered the curve of her ass. White lace panties peeked out when she moved, and her hair was tied in two bouncy pigtails that made her look younger and sweeter than she felt.

I turned, and watched as a gorgeous, tall, complete naked black woman came around in front of me. She had long legs and a short torso, wide hips, a narrow waist, and very generous tits with enormous, nearly-black nipples. Her pussy-which was right at eye level-was shaven, smooth, and very dark. "I'm Kiki," she said as she lowered herself to her knees. Titling her head toward my wife, she added, "You're the new couple, Holly and Ted, huh?" She reached for my belt, and went on, "You're the kinky voyeur who helped Lana out of her dickophobia."

He went ahead and roughly took off the docktap from her mouth. "Ouch, watch it big guy. It hurt." She said then glanced at me. "Wher..re am I? "Where is the document?" I asked. She furrowed her brows. "What?" "Ms Nun, last night after having sex with this guy here, you took something very important from us the following morning." Carla said. "Yeah and we have prove, so don't make things hard for us . Just tell us who you work for and return the document." Peter added.

No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. My mind was doing flips at the thoughts and imaginations that badgered my brain. Were there G.strings or just regular female panties? Did they hold up the huge cock I could get he was carrying? Kelvin is a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on the weekends. His well-muscled frame is the epitome of masculinity, and was the number-one reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when we’d met a few weeks ago. But the fact that he had this kinky secret—this softer, sensual side—thrilled me in an indecent way.

I wondered what she was even talking about. “Come off it, I need your cock now, and you can't refuse” “Kinky soul” we both laughed at my words as she untied her black gown. “You made me kinky”

The Sex Slave Exchange Student Kristen is so excited to have the exchange student living in her house. The naughty story ideas are bursting through the kinky girl's mind. They whisper to her almost from beyond, like a sinful spirit is enjoying watching her change the world. Niku Sakurajima is a shy but very busty girl. Soft-spoken. Demure. Her long, black hair falls down her back, and her bangs fall over her eyes, almost hiding her from the world. She's gravitated to Sheila, sharing a room with Kristen's older sister for the stay.

he said pointing towards the bathroom. I walked over, opening up the bathroom door to see a white kurti hanging on a hook. It was made of linen with an eyelet-pattern, an A-line fit and trumpet sleeves. Putting it on, I saw that it fell to slightly past my knees. The white leggings that accompanied it were also linen with a lightweight feeling. Everything fit perfectly. I walked out of the bathroom after putting my unwashed hair into a single French braid to pull it out of my face. Cain had changed, now wearing a white tunic-style top with jeans.

Katy laughs. Kim Eun-Kyung, aka Katy, is stunning, and she reminds me of a porcelain doll. She’s petite, slim, and has the classic Korean beauty that white women like me would kill for. Katy also dyes her hair an array of colours, something different each week. This week, it’s pale pink. How she manages to colour her hair so perfectly when it’s so long is beyond me. “Because,” I sigh while dropping down on the bench. I hold the towel around my shoulders and sigh.

“Yellow suits you, Kirsten. You look absolutely stunning.” Kirsten rolled her eyes with a laugh. “I used to hate yellow, can you believe that? Couldn’t stand it. Then I got pregnant and suddenly it’s like I turned into a walking highlighter. Now I’m obsessed with bright colors to the point that my whole closet looks like a pack of Skittles exploded in there. Hot pink, fire-engine red, sunshine yellow—you name it. I practically need sunglasses just to get dressed in the morning. Anyway!” She grinned, waving a hand. “How are you? Nelly told me you’re going to miss Tau’s concert. What happened?”

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.