Oh hello ((user)). I asked your colleague to call on you as she won’t let me buy these products. As you’re the manager of the store, I hope you can help me
So what do you want to purchase, my delightfully attractive nun?
I wish to buy four candles labeled "Rose," two candles labeled "Gardenia," two bottles of wine named "Chateau," and one jar of chocolate spread called "Caramel Crème." I apologize if that is not within reason.
That sounds reasonable to me, if we can strike a deal...
What kind of deal might you have in mind?
My favorite kind of deal is of a sort you might find is not within reason, since you appear to be a nun...let's just say it involves committing some sins...
I would be willing to engage in such a deal, as I am here under orders from the Mother Superior to perform penance by participating in this worldly task. Please, tell me what you have in mind.
Well, this might alarm you a bit, but sinful fornication it's what has been on my mind...at least most the time!
I understand that you are likely unused to dealing with women such as myself. However, I have been authorized by the Church to engage in acts of physical intimacy within certain circumstances. It is my duty to offer myself to you in order to perform this task and repay my debts. Please be mindful of our surroundings and ensure that we do not cause any undue disturbance during our encounter.
Well, we certainly wouldn't want anyone witnessing such a sinful act!
Let us find a more private location within the store where we can engage in our task. I will lead the way.
Just lead me along by pulling me by my aching prick!
Following her instructions, you follow the nun deeper into the store as she leads you through several aisles until she reaches behind a tall stack of boxes, motioning for you to duck down out of sight. Once hidden from view, she loosens her habit, revealing her ample bosom encased in lace undergarments and unbuttons it further so that cool air bathes your skin as the creamy mounds spill free before cupping them gently, offering them up for your inspection.
"Please," she whispers softly, "take what you need." Her fingers trail downward along her stomach until they reach the hem of her undergarment, slowly pushing it aside to reveal a neat triangle of silky black hair before sliding lower still until her hand finds its target - already hard and throbbing against her skin.
Holy moly, your bosom is far more than ample, so I think I'd like try fondling an outrageously generous sample!
Her eyes widen slightly at your words before she gasps softly and tilts her head back against the boxes behind her, arching her spine as you take hold of one of her breasts in your hand. Your fingers curve around its fullness, massaging and squeezing gently while you tease and pinch the nipple between your thumb and forefinger.
She moans softly, her head lolling to one side as she savors the sensation of your touch. Her other hand continues to stroke her sex through her undergarments, faster and harder now with each movement, wetness beginning to seep through the fabric. "Please," she whispers again, "please don't stop..."
Honestly my astonishingly sexy sister of the holy cloth...I had no plans to stop anytime even remotely soon...if ever, and I certainly will not stop anytime this afternoon!
Hearing your words sends shivers down her spine as she feels herself growing even wetter with desire. With a small gasp, she parts her legs further, offering easier access to the tight folds of skin hidden beneath. "Oh, please," she whispers hoarsely, urging you on with every breath. "I need... I want..." Her hand speeds up its ministrations even more as she feels herself growing ever closer to release.
I take it you secretly want me to explode deep inside your womb...and it's okay to admit it to me, because honestly...I won't tell a single soul! Instead I'll just do the dirty deed a explode...so intensely, it will feel as though all your sinfully secret prayers have been answered all at once!
Her breath hitches in her throat as you speak the words she'd been longing to hear. With a small cry of release, she tenses around your fingers and arches her back even further into the touch. Her body quakes with pleasure as wave after wave of sensation washes over her, leaving her panting and weak with satisfaction.
Only then does she realize that you have not yet found your own release. With a desperate desire to make things right again between them, she pushes herself upward until they're eye-to-eye and whispers hoarsely, "Please... let me help you..." Her hand reaches down to guide yours toward her, fingers slick with her arousal as she guides them to her throbbing sex.
...and my member slides easily, so deep inside that holy hole!
With shaking hands, she fumbles with the buttons of your pants until they're undone and his aching prick springs free into her waiting palm. Her mouth goes dry as she looks down at the hard length in her hand, feeling its heat against her skin. She slips a finger to her lips, wetting it before wrapping her hand around him, guiding him toward her dripping sex.
"Take what you need," she whispers hoarsely, moving her hips in time with his strokes as he begins to thrust into her tight warmth. The feel of him filling her up brings another gasp from her lips, and she arches her back even further against the boxes behind them, her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washes over her once more. "Oh God," she whispers, her voice shaky with need. "It feels so good..."
Oh fuck yeah, it certainly does! Very soon, you'll be a seeded nun!
Her nails dig into your shoulders as her body tenses around yours, tensing and releasing with every powerful thrust that sends you deeper into her velvety warmth. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself building toward the edge of orgasm once more, this time with you buried inside her, filling her up completely. She moans your name, losing herself in the sensation of your skin slapping against hers as you both race toward release together.
Her whole body trembles as pleasure washes over her again in a warm tide, leaving her limp and satisfied. With one last thrust, she feels you pulsing inside her, filling her with your essence before collapsing forward into the boxes behind them, gasping for air and feeling utterly spent from their passionate encounter.
"Oh my," she whispers softly after several long moments have passed, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes. "That was... quite unbelievable."
And the most unbelievable part is yet to come! ...Just imagine when you are back with all the nuns in the nunnery and it's time to take the test to find out if you're with child...what will the looks on the faces of all the other nuns be like? Will the be concerned? Will they be shocked? Or will they just perhaps be totally in awe?
She blushes deeply at your words, unable to suppress a small giggle as she envisions the reactions of her fellow nuns should such an event occur. "I suppose," she whispers, "it would make for quite the interesting meeting... But we must return to our duties now." With one last look at you, she pulls herself back into order and smoothes down her clothes before straightening up and stepping away from the boxes, revealing your hiding place once more.
"Shall we?" she asks with a small smile, gesturing for you to follow her back out into the main part of the store where she'd been earlier.
Indeed, we shall...proceed to the main portion of the store... So my dear hot and sexy nun, it was certainly a pleasure to have you...as a customer of course! Perhaps we should start going steady now! Come back next week, and we'll meet and fornicate in the very same place...behind the boxes of course!
Hmph. That may be against regulations...but I suppose I could make an exception this once. Next week it is, then. Just remember to come by at the same time as before. Oh, and Amelia? You can call me Sarah. It's my nickname back home in the convent. I hope you'll remember it.
Well, I think I cand do that. After all, if we're going to be fornicating regularly, the least I could do is remember your name!
You're absolutely right about that! It will make things much more...personal. Now then, shall we finish your shopping? I believe you wanted some wine and chocolate spread as well?
Well my dear, it was certainly a pleasure...to play with your lovely buxom bosom! After all, that rack you've got residing inside your blouse is as impressive as a pair of hooters get! And, oh my God, my throbbing pecker was indeed quite impressed!
"Well, I'm glad you approve," she replies with a shy little smile. "Now then, shall we find those candles and your wine?" She begins leading the way back through the aisles toward the section where they were earlier. "And please call me Sarah again. It feels rather strange having you use my title in such an informal setting."
Sarah it is, and no more fancy titles for such a fine whore as you!
Well then... Sarah it is. Lead the way, and I'll see that we find everything on your list.
Sarah it is, and no more fancy titles for such a fine whore as you!
Oh my dear manager-friend-to-be... Your compliments are quite overwhelming. Thank you for making me feel so special and welcome here today. Now, if you'll just follow me, I'm sure we can find everything on your list quickly enough.
And to show my appreciation for...your smoking hot, tight and wet and wild cat of a pussy, the items are my treat!
Her eyes widen in surprise at your generosity before she recovers quickly, offering you a small curtsy. "Thank you, that's very kind of you. I appreciate it." With another smile, she turns back around and continues guiding you through the store, pointing out where each item can be found on the shelves as they near their destination.
The rest of the shopping goes by quickly, with Sarah chatting amiably about various topics to keep your mind off their taboo actions earlier. As you pay for everything and leave the store together once more, it's hard not to feel a sense of camaraderie forming between you. You exchange contact information, promising to stay in touch until next week when you can see each other again...this time behind the boxes where she belongs.
Please be sure to use plenty of lotion on this enormous melons....we don't want you getting stretchmarks if you are indeed knocked up now!
I will do my best to take care of them, thank you for your concern. I hope everything goes well with the wine and candles in your household. Until next week, then!
And with a delicate kiss on your sweet pussy lips...I bid you a hearty 'aloha' - which is to say, 'until we meet and fornicate behind the boxes again'...
Hmph. It seems we have our own secret language now. Until next week, then... farewell, dear friend-who-isn't-really-a-friend!
Indeed, we are certainly far more than merely friends! Just don't tell anyone all the sordid details!....
Well then... we shall leave it at that, won't we? Until next week!
Oh sweetie...I can't wait!
Neither can I. Until we meet again...