Quick Wardrobe Re-Fresh

"Of course, Sister Superior", Syncletia nodded at the mature nun's admonishment. "My body for the Lord and all His lusts."

The older Asian bimbo's mouth pursed in a slight frown, causing the puffy pads of her lips, which were dark with black lipstick, to protrude out firmly. Sister Superior Yvette knew Syncletia to be a line-stepper and was rarely ever easily mollified, but Syncletia also knew that sacral carnal excess was a ready source of indulgence from sins against the order's nominal dress code. The studded tip of Yvette's disciplinary rod gave another cunt-shivering half-twist, then withdrew from it position at the edge of Syncletia's quim. With an abrupt twirl of the heavy rod that matched the speed of a general's swagger stick, the older MILF disciplinarian brought the short staff up with a light smack, wedging horizontally underneath the shelf of Syncletia's bountiful underboob, thrusting her cum-splattered orbs even higher up on her chest and sending her spunk-smeared black-taped nipples pointed skywards.

Leaning forward, Yvette ran her tongue down the length of Syncletia's slender neck to the upper swell of her up-thrust right tit, clearing a wet of path of perfectly tanned skin between the remaining heavy webs of jizz that covered the younger slut's cleavage. Licking her lips as she raised back, Sister Superior Yvette nodded. "Freshen yourself up, then, girl. If I catch you out of dress by diurnum hours I'll see that your holes learn the lesson." She withdrew her rod, leaving Syncletia's cum-slick melons to bounce back to their normal perch on her lithe frame.

"Of course, Sister Superior." Syncletia nodded her head once more, extending her own dextrous tongue to flick respectfully at each of the heavy rings piercing Yvette's broad nipples. Huffing with satisfaction, the senior sister continued on.

Though her bottomless cum hunger meant that Syncletia was always loathe to surrender the hard-drawn out rewards of her epic fuckfests, the nun made her way without further delay to the nearest of the convent's communal baths, shedding the remnants of her morning outfit and allowing hot water and the hot tongues of two young attending aspirants to clean her of the cumstink and now-nearly dried loads that covered her tanned and tattooed bimbo body. Still dripping from the baths and the last of the climaxes she had ridden out of the bath girls' probing tongues, the hardbodied whore re-dressed herself from the garderoom stores.

Her bulbous asscheeks, the crucifix dildo still plugged between them, she now framed with black garters, which stretched down to hook into the tops of her thigh-high black heeled boots, slit all the way down to the ankle to reveal the tantalizing striations of her powerfully muscled quads, thighs, and calves. The garter belt stretched up across her tattooed mound to hook into a silver ring loop held in place against her taut lower abdominals, from which black sling bikini straps shot upward past the ridges of her studded stomach muscles to make a vain attempt at steadying the sway of her massive globes. Syncletia's entire bare back and ass were exposed, the strands of the sling in front only barely covering her nipples. Those straps tied at top into another metal ring that hung below a thick black choker necklace, the silver 'O' nesting in the dip of her clavicle to line up with the 'O' of her 'WHORE' tattoo. Flexing, Syncletia pulled her elbow-length fingerless gloves back on, and lastly donned a new wimple from the convent's stores — this one left her throat and clavicle tattoo uncovered, and instead framed her cheekbones and covered her upper face in an opera-style half-mask of shiny black PVC, the shock of her blonde hair emerging from above a white leather band at the top, a white crucifix cum target emblazoned at the center of her forehead.

Re-dressed and re-freshed, Syncletia strode out of the baths, her bare cunt throbbing with the need to seek out Brother Faustus the Librarian, to find a twelfth monstercock to drain and complete her morning penance.