Chapter 39: Confessional Glory-Hole
Casually and passively dominated by the nun, Michael was guided into shoving his soft cock into the big and round hole in the window of the confessional booth.
This all happened so quickly, but one thing was certain: Michael felt deeply invited by this nun to perform this confessional glory-hole action. This was the "innocent" man's first glory hole ever. To be honest, he never thought he'd do anything like that ever. He never thought he'd have sex with so many different beautiful women.
Maleva was waiting for him right outside, yet, this sexy nun had just seduced him over here in the booth.
"Your penis feels so good when I'm holding it in my hand. Would you like me to go fast or go easy on you?" The nun gently asked him if he wanted a more calming hand job or something more intense.
"Um…"
…
"Too bad! It's going to be an intense hand job!"
It took too long for him to give her an answer. Well, according to her, she shouted that it was going to be pretty intense.
Half a second later, the nun wasted no time massaging his hardening cock with the palm of her right hand. Rapidly sliding it across his dick, from the base of his shaft to the top of the pinnacle.
This nun is definitely a lot lewder than I thought she was going to be, and I don't even know her name… Michael thought to himself.
She continued stroking his dick through the window and progressively moved her hand faster and faster as time went on.
"I don't know your name, miss…" he finally brought himself to tell her.
"I'm not a miss—I'm a nun," she bluntly replied to him.
"And does this nun have a name?" he kept asking her again.
"It's Catherine," she finally revealed her name to him.
Catherine… It's such a pretty name…
"Nice to meet you, Catherine… I'm Michael…"
"Sure. Now, quit breaking the role-play, would you?"
The role-play? What does she mean by that?
"Uh… I'm sorry… What do you mean, exactly…?"
"This is our confessional booth. This is where everyone was supposed to confess their sins to me. I know I am not a priest yet, but as the only nun here, it is up to me to do things such as this. So, when someone comes to the booth and confesses something, it's more or less supposed to be an anonymous thing, but now you just broke this facade, by asking for my name and telling me yours. So, this means that you've been a pretty bad guy, so I now officially need to treat you as such," she declared to him on the other side of her half of the confessional booth.
Pretty bad? Me? Why? This is a loose reason for labeling me a bad guy… Unless this is part of the little game she's trying to play? Who knows?
Michael didn't have the faintest of ideas.
Yet, what he knew was that the nun on the other side of the dark window was stroking his dick, and it was providing him with such intense pleasure that he, often, had to hold back a lot, so he wouldn't cum too soon. Michael actually had to control himself a bit. He had to temper himself, so he wouldn't deliver everything all over her face only a few minutes after the hand-job had started.
However, the hardest thing was probably when the adorable, pretty, and lewd nun began licking his cock all over with her tongue.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"Punishing the bad guy. Isn't it obvious?"
"Well…"
"My bad… I don't have my ruler with me…"
…
This silenced Michael for a short while…
"Not to measure anything. I hope?" he finally said something.
"No. I've never used a ruler to measure anything in my entire life," she confirmed to him.
"Then… What do you do with a ruler…?"
…
She didn't answer, at first.
"What are you going to do with a ruler…?" he asked her again.
"Nothing. I don't have my ruler on me…" she mentioned to him.
Sweat dripped off his face…
"Oof…" Michael murmured to himself.
"... Right now. I don't have it on me, right this moment," Catherine, the angrily dominating nun, finished her sentence.
What…? What is that supposed to mean…?
"I think I have several questions—" Michael admitted to her, right before she abruptly interrupted him by shoving his hardening cock into her mouth.
Replacing the hand-job with a blow-job in a split second.
During that quick split second, everything changed… Everything changed for the better.
Michael did not expect her to suck his dick so soon.
He didn't even expect the nun to suck his cock, at all, to be honest.
Her long tongue swirled around his member, and all of a sudden, everything changed for him. Everything became easier. Everything became more enjoyable.
One of the most exciting things about getting a blow-job from Catherine, the nun, in this confessional booth was that both Maleva and Lycanna didn't know what was going on in there…
They still had no idea, whatsoever.
Catherine was using him.
This nun had been lonely for so long that any opportunity to suck on a man's cock, well, she was going to do it.
Except that there was a lot more to it for this specific occasion: Michael was not like any other man. He was rather unique. He was special.
Catherine could sense it deep in him.
Did she already know that he wasn't completely human?
That was still up for debate.
Nothing was too certain regarding that matter, but what was absolutely certain was that this holy blow-job she blessed him with was simply too excellent for him to keep up with it.
"Catherine! Slow down! I'm about to—" he called out to her, but it was already too late.
Michael had already emptied his balls inside of her mouth.
There was no going back, now.