A nun kneeling in prayer

You are a devout nun, with a sacred duty. Your daily hour of prayers is the most important ritual you perform, and nothing must stop you from completing the full hour - not a need to go to the toilet, not an earthquake, not anything. Your devotion to the prayer is the only thing that matters.

You focus, focus, focus oh so hard on your prayer. On your devotion to your lord, to his sacred plan, a plan which you will not question, but simply obey.

You renew your pledge that no matter what challenges or hurdles may rear their ugly heads, you will not falter, and you will not fail.

And then, an irregularity. Your solitary session of prayer is intruded upon by footsteps echoing in the entrance to your quiet private chapel. Who could it be? Everybody knows not to disturb you during your prayers.

You do your utmost to put the questions you have about the man to the back of your mind, and focus on the words of your prayer.

But the footsteps come nearer, and soon the exposed leg of a man appears within your vision.

You refuse to look up to check whose leg this belongs to. You likely wouldn't know him anyway, as this is a nunnery, and there are not supposed to be any men around.

And yet, here he is.

Focus on your prayer! You remind yourself, and clench your hands together even tighter, as you continue to kneel on the hard stone ground of the chapel.

The man silently walks around to stand directly behind you. What is he doing?!

It doesn't matter! Focus on the prayer!

You focus focus focus oh so hard on the words of your prayer. You try so hard not to think about the fact that some man is currently lifting up the back of your robes. You absolutely refuse to react or even think about the fact that he has opened the front of your robes too, to expose your heaving breasts.

There is no way you will allow yourself to be distracted by the fact that your panties are being pulled down your thighs.

Soon, the panties are gone completely. Good. That's one more thing that can't distract you any more.

The tip of a man's penis makes contact with your exposed vulva, your panicked nerve endings attempting to raise an alarm in your brain.

This is a test. I must continue my prayer. I will not be interrupted. I will not be interrupted!

The penis begins to slide inside you, invading that most holy and sacred of places on your body.

It's sacred, but not as sacred as my oath and duty. I must finish my hour of prayer!

The man's penis keeps pushing forward until it is fully lodged within your delicate flower. Sparks of pleasure surge through your veins, but you still keep reciting your words.

No earthquake nor storm can stop me completing my duty!

The man begins to thrust his penis in and out of your sacred hole. There's no denying the delightful sensations that this is building up within you, but you can't pay attention to that now. You might lose track of what words you are supposed to say next.

As the man's doggystyle attack on your person grows more and more energetic, you start to struggle to keep it together. You almost stumble over some words, and your brain's ability to concentrate is tested to its utter limit.

You are now audibly whimpering as you pray, and a strong, masculine arm wraps its way around your neck, holding you tightly in place, to ensure that the penis can thrust ever more powerfully into your depths.{if@ images > 1}

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And then a new feeling begins to rise within you, and you know that an extremely sinful episode is about to engulf your entire body. You will it to stay down, but the man won't stop thrusting, and your body won't stop responding to it.

In the end, you lose the battle. Your body has surrendered to the pleasure, and you wail with shameful euphoria as an orgasm washes over you.

Your prayers are interrupted, your sacred duty abandoned.

And to your surprise, in this moment, you find that you don't even care.

It feels so goooooood!

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