Sister Magdalene returns in a dominatrix outfit [END]

“Tell me again about the bachelorette party…”

Wyatt recognized the voice as Sister Magdalene’s. “Sister Magdalene?” he called out. “Can I get out now? AAAH!”

He felt a sharp pain on his butt cheek.

“Tell me again about the bachelorette party…” Magdalene reiterated.

“Uh… what did you want to know?” Wyatt asked, not sure what was going on here. He felt a hand caress his ass and was very confused.

“When the fiancee was sucking your penis, how did it feel?” she asked.

Wyatt could feel whatever she was spanking him with brush against his skin. He started to sweat. He didn’t know whether or not to admit how good it felt. Either way was risking another smack. “It felt… good?”

“Hmm…” Magdalene murmured. “You’re a naughty boy.”

“Uh.. yes…?”

“A naughty boy needs to be punished!” she told him. He tensed up, waiting for the punishment. Sure enough, he felt the sharp sting of the paddle slapping against his backside. “Tell me you want to be punished, boy,” she ordered.

“I… want to be punished…” Wyatt repeated, hoping that if he went along with whatever she wanted, that she would go easy on him.. He felt another slap from the paddle. “Th… thank you, sister!” He was only going off of what he’s seen in movies, not knowing if he was helping his cause or antagonizing his tormentor.

“Ah…” Magdalene responded, withholding the next spank. “You can be trained after all…”

There was a moment of silence as the nun did things behind Wyatt’s back. He saw his hands get cuffed, then the plank lifted off his neck. He stood and tested the cuffs, then looked over to Magdalene. Then he did a double-take!

Sister Magdalene has removed her nun habit and replaced it with a revealing leather harness!

“S.. Sister…?!” he blurted out.

Outside of her frock, Magdalene actually had a pretty face and sported curly red locks that drew attention against her light, pale skin. Her figure was in good shape and she was gifted with natural boobs the size of melons! The harness strap barely contained the globes that threatened to spill over the thin material.

Magdalene walked up to him. She had on thigh high leather boots. “Where did you even get all this?!” Wyatt cried out in dismay.

“We all have our weaknesses,” Magdalene told him. “Mine is the need to be in control, to dominate others and **** them to my will. The Lord has seen me and knows my shame. He has sent you to me to test me, I’m sure of it… even as sure that I’ve already failed!”

“What are you talking about, Sister?” Wyatt asked, totally lost.

“You came to me, like a beacon of lust and debauchery, telling me stories of a building of sin, wicked acts that were performed and the promise of being gone without a trace in a day’s time. How could I pass up on the opportunity?”

Wyatt was afraid to ask, but had to. “What opportunity?”

Magdalene **** her lips onto his and sucked hard. They released with a loud smack. “The opportunity to have debased, hedonistic fun with a virile young man!” she told him through heavy breathing.

Wyatt dry swallowed, but could feel his cock stiffen up.

Magdalene was truthful about getting off on dominating others. She tied Wyatt up all over the room and the more she was controlling him, the more hot and bothered she became. As she whipped, spanked and slapped him with all of her toys, she couldn’t keep her hands off herself.

Eventually, the Sister couldn’t contain herself any longer and shoved Wyatt’s face down her pussy. He licked and sucked for all he was worth and brought the woman of the cloth to a trembling orgasm. She wasn’t done there though. She used Wyatt like a toy, tying him to the wall and backing into his rock hard cock. She rode him to another orgasm and then pulled off before he could reach his climax. She told him that he couldn’t complete himself until she was done with him. This took all night long, where she would tease him into rising, ride him out and then leave him at the edge. Wyatt felt like he was paying his penance.

Hours later, there was a knock on the door. One of the sisters had arrived with a late lunch for the Mother Superior. Wyatt was surprised that they were up all the way until noon. Magdalene did not hide her degeneracy from the young lady, telling Wyatt that they were familiar with each other. The fact that Magdalene offered to share him with her was all the proof he needed.

The head nun sat back and watched as her young charge stripped and mounted the bound young man. The elder faithful enjoyed her food while the two fucked in front of her. After she finished her meal, she casually strapped on a dildo and proceeded to give it to her charge from behind while she fucked Wyatt in the front. The young woman came hard!

The neophyte cleaned up as best as she could and dressed before retrieving the food tray and leaving Wyatt alone with Magdalene again. Magdalene went on to pimp Wyatt out to her fellow sisters throughout the day until dinner time, where she finally left him alone to sleep.

Exhausted. Wyatt passed out on the lounge chair. It was only when he felt something on top of him that he started to rouse. He saw Magdalene, fully nude, sitting next to him, hand rubbing his chest.

“What time is it?” Wyatt mumbled.

“Almost midnight… meaning you won’t be around much longer…” Magdalene told him.

“One last fling?” Wyatt smiled, feeling himself stiffen up.

“Actually I have a desire…” Magdalene told him. She almost sounded ****.

“Sure, what is it?” Wyatt asked.

“I want you to take me and have your way with me,” she uttered in an almost primal tone.

Wyatt was more than happy to oblige after the teasing and edging that he had to endure all day. He stood up and grabbed her by the hair. There was fear in her eyes but she didn’t protest. He pulled her onto his cock and she obediently began to suck on it. It grew into full size in moments.

“Get it nice and wet!” he demanded. She obeyed, swabbing his member with her spit until it glistened. He pushed her onto the chair and crawled on top. He could hear her heavy breathing. Her bountiful chest heaved. He reached down and squeezed one of her boobs, then shoved it in his mouth and sucked on it. Magdalene swooned. She had never been treated like this before and she was responding pleasurably.

Wyatt pulled up her legs, hanging them over her head, then he shoved his cock into her. They both moaned together. Wyatt thrust his hips powerfully into the woman’s womb. She clutched the chair and gasped, bouncing her legs above her head. Their bodies slapped against each other, meshing and sticking then releasing again. Wyatt picked up his pace and Magdalene bounced back joyously against him. Soon he was at the edge again. He didn’t wait long before pulling out and letting loose all over the porcelain skin of the religious woman.

Wyatt wasn’t done with her yet. He made her clean off his cum from his dick and then fingered her to completion. He was so worked up from the day of **** that he was ready to go again soon after, this time defiling the holy woman’s ass. She took it like a whore, moaning with pleasure as he took her hole. They continued to fuck late into the night until Wyatt found himself going bright with the world around him disappearing. In the distance, he could hear Magdalene cry out from one more orgasm.

When he could see again, Wyatt recognized the ballroom of the Auction House. It was empty of all the people now, since the event was over. All the tables and chairs had been taken away as well. Waiting next to him was a girl with a bundle in her arms.

“Welcome back, Wyatt!” she greeted, passing him the bundle. He realized it was his clothes. He promptly dressed again as the woman watched patiently. Once he was done, she said, “I hope you enjoyed your auction and that we will see you next time!”

“When’s the next one?” Wyatt smiled.