The Wannabe Nun pt 1

The Bishop was coming for a visit, and I'd been left behind at the convent to clean while Mother Superior and the other sisters were out gathering food for the picnic we were planning. Mother Superior had caught me with a phone, and as only a recent postulant I wasn't permitted to have one yet. So she set me to cleaning while others did more pleasing tasks. I was just finishing up mopping the kitchen floor when I heard a knock at the door. We weren't expecting anyone except the Bishop, but he wasn't due for a few hours, right?

I ran to the foyer and opened the door and sure enough, judging by his outfit, the man in front of me was the Bishop we were expecting. "Oh, Bishop Peter! We weren't expecting you until this evening," I exclaimed as I ushered him in the door. "Mother Superior and the other Sisters have gone out to purchase the last of the supplies we needed for our picnic, I'm sorry I don't have much to offer you."

Peter took off his coat and hung it on a nearby hook before turning back to me. He was an attractive man, and he seemed to be judging me as he looked at me. He finally sighed, "I'm aware of where everyone else is. I'm here early because I received a call yesterday from your Prioress regarding your recent transgression. " His eyes seemed to look right into my soul and it made me squirm. I began stammering, trying to explain myself.

"Sir I'm so sorry, sir. I brought my phone with me when I came to this convent, despite knowing it was against the rules until Ive taken my vows. It was wrong and that is why I'm here cleaning as punishment." I stared down at the floor, too scared to meet his eyes, but I nearly jumped when he chuckled. "You think cleaning was your punishment, but you have no idea."

He grabbed my wrist and began dragging me towards the stairs, but let me go just before he walked up a few steps and sat down. He glared at me for a moment before pointing to the floor. "Kneel and confess your sins." Something in his voice scared me, and I wasted no time dropping to my knees and looking straight down.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, " I began, " I brought contraband into a house of worship, knowing it was forbidden. I have lied to our Mother Superior and the Sisters of this convent, and been selfish in doing so. Please forgive me Father, please absolve me if my sins so I can be holy again." I didn't look up even as I heard the stairs creak as he seemed to get up, but his hand in my hair sudden yanked me so I was facing him.

"That's not a complete confession, whore. Your Mother Superior went through your phone after she confiscated it. She saw the filth you had been watching each night." His eyes bore holes into mine and tears pricked my eyes both out of fear and embarrassment. I hadn't expected her to check my browser history! I began stuttering some sort of excuse but he just yanked my hair and pushed me towards the stairs. I fell and landed on my knees a few steps up and before I could even try to get up his hands were on me again.

He knotted a hand in my hair before gripping the back of my neck and used his other hand to roughly pull my skirt up. It was the long and modest maxi skirt given to me by the convent, and under it were the plain cotton panties also given to us. His hand came down hard and fast on my left ass cheek and I immediately knew he was going to leave marks. He swiftly moved to the right, then back to the left, in rapid succession, my ass burning with the heat from his hand prints. Tears were now freely flowing but I didn't even know what to say so my mouth remained closed.

After what felt like an eternity of Bishop Peter smacking the hell out of my ass (pun intended), he pulled my cotton panties to the side and roughly slid a finger the entire length of my slit. I shuddered, both out of lust at the sensation, and disgust that my pussy wasn't dry when he touched me. "Just like I thought. Such a whore you even enjoyed what should have been a punishment," he shoved a finger in my pussy as he sneered, "I guess you're someone who needs a bit more tough love with your consequences."

I was squirming and fighting not to moan as he shoved another finger into my hole and continued to roughly finger fuck me. My mind was racing and the horror of what was happening. But my pussy was also dripping at the assault, especially because it had been nearly 9 months since I had sex. I was in a dry spell a few months before I came to the convent, and I'd barely been here for 3 months so far.

His hand at my hair pulled me back up as his fingers suddenly left my pussy and he traded places with me, once again seating himself on the stairs in front of me. I don't know when, but he had taken his pants off and his semi hard cock was out and already looked impressive. He pulled me by the hair to look him in the face. "No teeth, or even God won't be able to forgive what comes next," before he forced my head down and my mouth onto his cock.

I look him in my mouth, tongue swirling around his thick tip. He was rapidly hardening in my mouth and it was quickly becoming more than enough to choke on. Still I did my best, no wanting to piss him off again while his hand was still in my hair. I was taking him to the back of my throat but it still wasn't all of him. His hand clenched in my hair as he forced my head down further and another inch forced it's way into my mouth. I gagged and sputtered but he kept pushing me down down down that cock of his. Another inch disappeared down my throat for a second before he let me up for air.

I barely got a gasp in before he was forcing me down again, his hips thrusting up to meet me. I was choking and gagging, drool quickly covering the assaulting monster forcing its way inside me. Finally my throat seemed to give up it's fight and with an audible pop he was deep in my throat, my nose pressed tightly to his pelvis. I spasmed and twitched, fighting to get free and breath, but he held me still, clearly enjoying my struggles. When he finally released me I still thought I might pass out as black dots danced in my vision. He pushed me back, releasing my hair, and I landed with a thud on the ground.

He was behind me in an instant and I felt his cock leave trails of my saliva along my thigh as he mounted me. In the back of my mind I knew I should be struggling. Knew I should be yelling and fighting back. But I couldn't bring myself to do anything except moan as his cock parted my lips and began to sink into my pussy. I was still soaked from being fingered and being face fucked didn't turn off the water works.

His cock was stretching my hole but he wasn't giving me time to adjust as he quickly worked on forcing the whole monster inside me. He was already hitting my cervix and I knew there was still at least 2 more inches to go but he was ignoring my whimpers of pain as he continued to thrust into me. He leaned forward and grabbed me by the throat, pulling me back into him as he gave one more harsh thrust forward and finally he was fully buried inside me. His hand on my throat was the only thing that kept me from screaming as his cock filled me completely and his balls brushed my clit.

"That's it whore. Let me fill that slut pussy with The Lord's love," he began thrusting again, "gotta clean away all your nasty sins." I couldn't stop myself from nodding along as he fucked me. My pussy was on fire, he was easily the biggest dick I'd ever taken in general, and after nearly a year without sex, I felt raw. Still I soon found myself pushing back again Peter with each thrust, loving the delicious fullness even if it hurts a bit.

Peters hand was still around my throat but I was still able to speak just enough to keep moaning, "Fuck Father... Uh oh God yes!" His hand left my throat and moved to pull my top down, roughly pulling my tits out of my bra before twisting at my nipples. My moans grew as I continued to grind back against him, making sure I was taking every offered inch of that cock. His thrusts were growing fast and more wild, his fingers cruel on my nipples as I cried out.

After a few more minutes of relentless pounding he moved one hand back to my throat and began to squeeze, pulling me close as his thrusts got more violent. It was only lack of air that kept me from screaming out in pleasure as he cocked my head and bit into my neck as I felt him start pumping me full of his cum. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky cum flooded my womb as he continued to fuck it was deep as he could. It sent me over the edge feeling him pulsing so deep and my pussy clamped down and began milking his cock with my own amazing orgasm.

I swear I must have blacked out a bit because the next thing I knew I heard keys in the front door and quickly spun my head to watch as it opened....

To be continued