Nasty Nun Novels & Stories

Tan had wrought upon his body. "Oh, my god," Nurse Mel gasped involuntarily, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Even Dr. Nathan, a seasoned professional who had seen his fair share of injuries, let out a long, heavy sigh at the sight of his patient's battered form. Bienley's once flawless, pale skin was now a patchwork of angry red and deep purple bruises. Nail scratches covered his chest and a particularly large and ominous bruise marred his thigh, dangerously close to his groin. Along the insides of his thighs, wide, vivid red patches were already beginning to darken to a sickening purple, a stark testament to the violence he had endured.

She knew these people all too well; they could make her disappear—hell, they could make anyone disappear, just like they did Nasty. It was an untold truth that Nasty got messed up in some business she shouldn’t have, so she was taken out. They had told all the girls that Nasty found love and got married, but it was a lie from the pit of hell. Now Ivy comes to replace Nasty. Ivy! Where is she? I hope they don’t hurt her. “Cindy, here. This will flush your system out and rid you of any unwanted stuff he might have put in you.”

She tastes so fucking sweet, nothing like a nun should taste like. My heart beats frantically against my ribcage, like it's trying to break free and remind me that we're worlds apart and we can't do this. That voice comes back again. The damn one I hate so fucking much. ‘She's a nun. Let her be.’ ‘Literally any other woman… just anyone.’ But I'm far too lost in the feel of her soft flesh beneath my hands, her delicious scent in my nose and her taste in my tongue to listen. How good would the rest of her taste?

I ran into the room and start looking around its like a common restroom there are stalls and a mirror where four ladies are looking at themselves but one of them instantly catches my eyes She's A nun wearing her hijab and gown I grin widely as I put my escape plan into motion. what? you all thought I wanted to get some blessings or something as if I walk up to her let's all hope my acting skills are still sharp "Sister I need your help"I fake a desperate voice as I approach her She looks at me worriedly she's an elderly woman probably in her 40s with a kind smile "How can I help you child"her voice is soft and delicate as she looks at me with worry in her soft green eyes

I will never do it with someone unless they are my husband or im madly crazy stupid inlove with that someone. But it doesn’t seem like it, even though I’m a woman like this, I still believe that before doing that, there should be a sacrament of marriage. Disgusting. It’s disgusting to stare at them, even when I’m watching porn I can’t stand the way they look, their live show in front of me is disgusting, they can’t stop themselves anymore and that’s what they really did. I remained standing not far from them, estimating if I would be noticed but they were too busy with what they were doing so I left.

I pushed the heavy wooden door open just a crack, peering inside. There they were—four of my devoted nuns, their habits discarded in a heap on the floor, bodies entangled in a frenzy of sin. Sister Maria, the eldest with her full breasts and curvaceous hips, lay on her back on the altar cloth, her legs spread wide. Sister Elena, younger and lithe, knelt between them, her fingers plunging deep into Maria's slick pussy, pumping in and out with wet, rhythmic slaps. Maria's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a gasp as Elena's thumb circled her swollen clit.

I moved my eyes back to Valentina. “He didn't mention you to me,” I said and she erupted in laughter. “I like her already,” she said to Antonio before pulling a chair and sitting next to me. “I will start again. I am Valentina, one of Silvano's trusted men and best assassin.” I was sitting with an assassin right now. But she looks beautiful to be an assassin. As if it if written on the face? Take Silvano for instance, he was damn hot, who would think he was a mafia don?

He remained steady, while staring at me, his grey well combed hair which was combed backwards on his head. His round face, hooded eyes, chubby face, yet still one of the notorious, he always got what he wanted, he wasn’t quite aware about who he was playing with. I am the mother Fxcker no one wants to mess with. Dante Moritto, he would be dead by now, and away from the face of the earth, but even a person like me, who isn’t scared of anything, not even death had something I was scared of, and it is a human, my little nun.

She was the top student, and she made sure everyone knew it. "Well, well," Vanessa purred. "If it isn't the charity case." I straightened my back. "Hello, Vanessa." She stepped closer, invading my personal space. "I don't know what you did to upset Professor Black, Maya, but I hope you packed your bags. Sterling University doesn't tolerate... mistakes. Especially from scholarship students." Larry stepped in front of me, flipping his scarf dramatically. "Back off, Barbie. Don't you have a soul to sell somewhere?"

lounge. Some women were naked wearing nun veils and wimples and almost nothing else. They had pierced nipples connected by beads and loincloths with thigh-high stockings. One nun walked up to me, her breasts large and bouncing. She had blue eyes, her beads clicking. "Welcome, Pastor Green," she purred, her voice throaty and sensual. "We'll help you overcome your guilt. Pick one of us to fuck, and we'll show you that sex is not a sin."