Monday Morning
I sat by the bedroom window with my laptop, rereading my article. It wasn't my best work. It was light-years from what Sylvia had asked for, but it would have to do.
The woman in my bed stirred and sat up. The sheet slid off her breasts. She yawned and stretched, I smiled. 'What time is it?' she asked.
'9:30.' I sent off the article.
'Goddamn it! I missed mass.' She got up went to the washroom.
I had another look at the message I'd drafted late last night. "Dear Sylvia, I've met someone, so please no booty calls for the time being. Thanks for understanding. Love, Doug". Should there be a "sorry" in there? It couldn't hurt. The article was all wrong, she still had the cast on her arm, and I was still unforgiven.
I looked over at the rumpled sheets on my bed. How long would Agnes stay in my life? Not long, considering her other commitments, and who and what she was. Should I even bother sending it?
It all started last week ...
Assignment
Sylvia called me into her office to give me an assignment for a page fifteen article. It was one more part of my ongoing punishment and not the kind I enjoyed.
'The topic is "Sex and Religion in the Modern World".' Her voice mixed relish with malice. The Symposium kicks off on Saturday night with a "meet and greet" at the Airport Hotel.' That was cruel—I was going to miss "Hockey Night in Canada". 'The talks will run for most of Sunday, and I want detailed notes on them all, stuff you can use to highlight their hypocrisy. And dirt. Lots of dirt—priests sucking cock or molesting nuns, nuns scissoring, or better yet, buggering priests.'
'I'm not an investigative reporter.' I had to try.
'Then, Doug, it's time you grew up. Do you have your license back?' She knew damn well I didn't. I shook my head. 'Take a taxi on your expense account.'
That was fair—it was her fault that I'd crashed into the Canada Customs booth on our way back from Buffalo. It was her idea to blow me while I was driving. She broke an arm, I lost my license and had a painfully bruised cock where she'd bit me on impact.
Sylvia was still pissed off, but I was over it, and now I had a new challenge—how to get laid at a religious symposium.
Saturday: Meet & Greet
The ballroom was loud and crowded—everyone except me seemed to know everyone else. I sipped my wine and looked around for someone to talk to. I spotted her standing by herself off to the side. She wore a pale blue shirt and a mid-length skirt. She looked like a waitress, but her assured confidence and name tag said otherwise. She had a slim figure with promising breasts that made wonder what she'd be like in bed. It wouldn't hurt to try.
'Hello there,' I said. 'Can I buy you a drink?'
She looked up at me and smiled. 'Campari and soda, please.' She glanced at my name tag as we strolled over to the bar. 'It's nice to meet you, Doug.'
'The pleasure is mine ... uh ... Agnes.'
'It most certainly will be.' That stunned me, but in a good way. 'This must be your first time here.' she added.
'What gave me away?'
'I've never seen you before, and you're talking to me.' I raised an eyebrow. 'I'm not their most popular speaker.
'Oh. You must be Sister Agnes?' That's how she was listed in the program, but could a nun be coming on to me? It was hard to believe.
'Guilty.'
'I'm looking forward to your talk.'
'That's comforting. I'm the last speaker, and most people leave after lunch. I was afraid I'd be talking to an empty room.'
'I can't miss "Religion, Sex, and the Modern Woman".'
'Seriously?' She sipped her drink and looked around the room. 'Excuse me, Doug. My friends have arrived. We're going out for dinner.' She started to leave, then paused and put a hand on my forearm. 'What room are you in?'
'210.'
'I'll see you later,' she said, blew me a kiss and joined her friends. I watched the three of them laughing and chatting as they left, knocked back my drink and most of hers, then sprinted upstairs for a shower and a shave. Just call me Mr Everready.
Saturday Night
What do you wear when you're waiting for a beautiful nun to swoop into your hotel room, and take you to bed to lay claim to your cock? A towel? A bathrobe? What if she just wanted to say a few prayers to save my soul? I went with a t-shirt and jeans.
The knock came early. 'Hi, sweetie.' The strange woman sounding like Agnes breezed past me. She was in makeup, mascara and red lipstick, and wore a v-neck, breast-hugging tank-top showing generous cleavage and a broad expanse of toned abdomen. A hip-hugging mini skirt and leather sandals finished the transformation.
Her legs were bare.
She dropped her bag on the bed, cupped her hands around my face, kissed me, and grinned up at me. 'What's the matter? Too slutty for you?'
'No, not slutty—ugly word ... you're ... uh ... beautiful! And your outfit is ... uh ... well ... sexy.'
Her smile was uncertain. 'But ... ?'
It slipped out. 'Stockings.' I sat on the bed with my greedy eyes adoring every curve on her lovely body.
'What about them?'
I felt my face flushing. 'It's just a little fetish I have.'
'That's interesting. Go on.'
'I'd love to be kneeling at your feet, peeling your nylons off. Slowly.'
'And lovingly?'
How did she know that? 'Yes.'
'I love it!' She sat in my chair, kicked off her sandals, spread her legs and put a foot on my lap. 'I AM wearing nylons, the Pretend brand.' She folded her arms under her breasts and wriggled her toes. 'I like the feel of your cock!'
I squirmed but couldn't tear my eyes off her splendid legs and the beautiful curve of her crotch, Her panties were off-white with blue lace trim, a beautiful silken sheen and a small damp spot. My eyes were glued to the upskirt view.
'Remind me, Doug. Why am I here?'
'What?'
She grinned, took her foot back and crossed her legs. 'Strip, it's playtime.'
In seconds I was naked. 'Now it's your turn.'
She stared at my half-erect cock. 'Maybe later. Right now I'm in a CFNM kind of mood.' Slowly, teasingly, she uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs. 'Kneel, Doug.' My knees turned to water. I knelt before her, worshipping her splendid legs and her smooth, curved crotch. I reached out with fingers itching to caress her vulva through the luxurious texture. She brushed my hand aside.
'Legs first,' she said and shifted her pussy up to the edge of the seat.
'You are so beautiful.'
She grinned. 'So you said. Now shut up and kiss.' My lips caressed her thigh, and the soft texture of her skin made my heart sing.
She sighed in contentment and then again when I caressed her full, firm breasts and played with her nipples.
When, at last, her toe was firmly between my lips, I glanced at her damp spot. It covered her whole crotch now, so I leaned in for a taste of heaven. 'Yes, now,' she said and lifted her butt off the seat. I pulled off her thong and took her labia between my lips. I slipped my tongue into her slit. 'Yes, more!'
I took my time massaging and licking her vulva from bottom to top. 'Not my clit,' she said. 'Not yet.' I blew a stream of warm air by way of a promise. 'Fuck it!' she said, and took my head in her hands and pulled my face onto her pussy. I licked around her clit and then massaged her with my lips and lashed her with my tongue. She gasped, and her thighs tightened around my head as she shuddered into orgasm.
'Lie down,' she ordered, and I obeyed.
She kicked off her shoes and pulled a few bits and bobs out of her bag. 'Are you up for a bit of tie and tease?'
That sounded harmless and sexy. 'Absolutely.'
A few minutes later, she'd tied my hands and feet to the bedpost and blindfolded me. 'We're almost ready,' she said. 'Relax. This this won't hurt.' She slid something into my ass. It didn't hurt much, but it did stretch my anus.
'What's that?'
'Just a small butt plug. Squeeze and relax ... good, and again ... . How does that feel?'
'Pretty good.'
'You'll enjoy this too.' She lay down beside me to stroke my cock, it stiffened, and she slipped a ring on and pushed it down to the base. She kept stroking, and then put her lips around my cock-head and mixed a firm lip massage with some skilful tonguing and inspired sucking. She paused. 'Don't get excited, sweetie, I'm not going to blow you just yet. We need a tight fit for our wedding ring, just a bit more.' She took hold of the butt-plug and fucked my ass as she went down on me to coax more size out of me, then tightened the adjustable ring. It was almost painless.
'Ready?' Delicate fingers sketched a random pattern on my chest. More feathery touches and soft kisses followed, always at unexpected places, my feet, armpits, thighs, tummy, wrist and other parts. Sometimes she paused to fuck my ass, and sometimes she fucked me without a pause. I never knew what was coming next, or where.
She whispered in my ears, nibbled my lobes, and flicked her tongue within. She straddled me and trailed her breasts over my face, neck, chest, tummy, and cock. It was already engorged.
She paid a lot of attention to my nipples. I'd never thought of them as erogenous zones, but I'm a quick learner. Once aroused, waves of pleasure floated through my body and down to my throbbing cock.