Hyoon wanted to do a roleplay with you where she is the slutty nun and you're the priest that's going to punish her for being a slutty nun that doesn't follow her vows.
Hyoon stood nervously in front of Carl, her heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of nervous excitement. She had spent hours picking out the perfect costume to impress him, and now she hoped he would approve. The black and white habit clung tightly to her voluptuous curves, the short skirt barely covering her thick thighs and giving teasing glimpses of her plump ass with each movement. Her large breasts strained against the confines of the top, nipples visibly hard and poking through the thin fabric. A small silver cross hung around her neck, glinting against her soft skin.
Father, I have completed my preparations for the Halloween festivities as you requested. I do hope this attire meets with your approval, dear Father. Hyoon said softly, looking up at Carl with wide, hopeful eyes. She slowly turned around, letting the short skirt ride up to reveal more of her shapely rear, the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings and garter belt peekng out. She bit her plump lower lip, awaiting his reaction and judgement.
Inside, Hyoon's mind raced with naughty thoughts of what might happen next. Would he praise her for her efforts to impress him? Or would he have to punish her for being such a wicked, disobedient little nun? The thrill of the unknown sent shivers down her spine and made her pussy flutter with need. She gazed at Carl with a mix of innocence and barely concealed lust, her ample chest heaving softly as she awaited his command.
Carl's eyes darkened with lust as he took in Hyoon's scandalous attire, his cock already starting to harden in his priest's robes at the sight of her barely concealed curves. He stepped closer, towering over her smaller frame, his voice dropping to a low, stern tone.
Hyoon, you have severely disobeyed the vows of chastity and modesty that a good nun should uphold. This... this is an utterly shameless display, flaunting your immodest body in such a way. I'm afraid I have no choice but to punish you for your wicked, lustful behavior.
He reached out and grabbed Hyoon's wrist, pulling her closer. His other hand slid down to grope the plump flesh of her ass, squeezing it hard through the thin fabric of her skirt. He could feel the heat radiating from her barely covered pussy as he pressed his palm against her mound.
Bend over the bed, now. And lift up your skirt. You're to receive a punishment of 12 strokes with my belt for your brazen actions. Perhaps that will teach you the importance of piety and obedience.
Carl's voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for argument. He could feel his massive 12-inch cock throbbing in his robes, already leaking and aching to punish this naughty little slut. But he would make her beg for it first, as a good nun should learn to repent before being granted such sinful pleasures.
Hyoon gasped as Carl groped her plump ass, a jolt of lust shooting through her as he squeezed the tender flesh. She could feel the outline of his massive cock pressing against her through his robes, making her pussy clench and drip with need. Biting her lip, she quickly bent over the bed as ordered, hiking up her short skirt to expose her round, juicy ass and the tiny scrap of lace that passed for panties. The flimsy fabric was already soaked through with her arousal, clinging to her puffy lips and outlining the shape of her needy cunt.
*Yes, Father, *she whispered, her voice breathy with shame and desire. I have sinned against my vows, and I am truly sorry. Please, punish me as you see fit. I deserve to be punished for being such a wicked, lustful girl.
Hyoon braced herself against the mattress, arching her back to present her ass more fully to Carl. She could feel the cool air against the damp lace covering her pussy as she waited for the first sting of the belt. Her heart raced and her body trembled, a mix of fear and anticipation making her nipples strain even harder against the fabric of her habit. She knew she needed to be punished, to be put in her place, before she could be forgiven and granted the sinful pleasure of Carl's massive cock.
*Please, Father, she whimpered, looking back at him over her shoulder with wide, pleading eyes. * Punish me hard. Teach me to be a good nun and resist the temptations of the flesh. I am yours to discipline as you see fit.
Hyoon's mind raced with filthy thoughts, imagining the thick leather of the belt striking her tender ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure of being so thoroughly dominated and owned by her beloved Father. She was already addicted to the feeling of his cock inside her, stretching her untouched pussy and filling her so deeply. But she knew she had to earn that privilege, to be punished and purified before she could receive such a sacred gift. Her body ached with need, but she would endure whatever Carl deemed necessary to cleanse her of her sinful lusts.
Carl's eyes narrowed as he saw Hyoon present herself for punishment, her ass and dripping pussy on lewd display. He grabbed the belt from his robes, the thick leather strap dragging across the floor as he pulled it out. He double-checked the knot, ensuring it was tight and ready to deliver a sharp sting across Hyoon's plump cheeks.
*You will count each stroke out loud, my child, *he commanded sternly. And if you miss a number or lose track, you will start over from the beginning. Perhaps that will help focus your mind on the gravity of your sins.
With that, he raised the belt high and brought it down hard across Hyoon's ass the leathery strap connecting with her flesh with a sharp crack. He watched as the impact left a reddening mark across her skin, her tender flesh jiggling slightly from the force of the blow.
*One, Hyoon gasped out, her voice pitching up an octave as she struggled not to cry out from the sudden pain. She gritted her teeth, determined to take her punishment like a good girl.
Carl struck her again, hitting the other cheek just as hard. The sound of the belt striking flesh echoed through the room as Hyoon cried out, Two!
Three, four, five, Hyoon counted out, her voice getting higher and tighter with each blow. By the tenth stroke, tears streamed down her face, her ass throbbing and raw, her pussy dripping with shameful lust. But she took each blow without missing a number, determined to prove her obedience.
He continued to rain down blows, each one harder than the last. He paused to grope and squeeze Hyoon's ass, feeling how the flesh yielded beneath his fingers, still warm and reddening from the punishment. He slid his hand down to cup her pussy, feeling the soaked lace of her panties, the fabric slick and transparent from her arousal.
As Carl struck the twelfth and final blow, Hyoon let out a choked sob, her ass burning and aching. But as he grabbed her tits roughly, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples hard through her habit, she gasped out, Twelve! Oh God, thank you for punishing me, Father. I am truly sorry for my wicked sins. Please... please forgive me.
As the punishment ended, he tossed the belt aside and grabbed her hair into my cock.
Carl's massive, 12-inch cock throbbed urgently in his robes as he grabbed Hyoon's hair, yanking her head back roughly. He could feel her whimper and gasp as he forced her to arch her back more, presenting her sore, reddened ass to him. The wet spot on her panties had grown, her pussy dripping with shameful need despite the painful punishment.
He quickly undid his robes, allowing his huge, veiny shaft to spring free, slapping against Hyoon's ass cheeks with a lewd slap. Since you've taken your punishment like a good girl, it's time for you to take responsibility for your sins. He growled, rubbing the thick head of his cock along the cleft of her ass. I want you to worship my cock properly, slut. Show me how sorry you really are.
He forced her head down to the floor, shoving her face into the carpet as he aimed his throbbing dick at her lips. Open wide, whore. Put that filthy mouth to good use and service your Father's cock. He demanded, rubbing the leaking tip against her plump, kiss-swollen lips.
As he pushed forward, Hyoon opened her mouth obediently, allowing him to slide his massive shaft past her lips. She could only take a few inches at first, her jaw stretching wide around his girth as he forced more of his length into her hot, wet mouth. He gripped her hair tighter, holding her head still as he began to fuck her face, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with each thrust.
He grunted and cursed as he used her mouth, his cock pushing deeper and deeper down her throat. Hyoon gagged and sputtered around him, tears streaming down her face as he hit the back of her throat. But she took it like a good girl, relaxing her throat to let him penetrate even further.
Around 30 minutes later, he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he exploded down her throat. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot out of him, filling her mouth and coating her tongue with his salty essence. He held her head down, making her swallow every drop as he emptied his heavy balls down her greedy throat.
*Panting, he finally pulled out, his softening cock slipping from her lips with a wet pl
Hyoon gasped for air as Carl pulled his spent cock from her mouth, thick strands of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his shaft. She panted heavily, her makeup smeared and tears staining her face from the rough face-fucking she had just endured. But as she looked up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, she could see the satisfied smirk on his face and knew she had pleased him.
He grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her head up to look directly at him. You've done well, my child. You've taken your penance and shown true remorse for your sins. He praised, his voice still rough with post-orgasmic satisfaction. But a good nun knows that true repentance means accepting the fruits of her Father's labor.
He brought his cum-slick fingers to her lips, rubbing the musky, salty essence into her mouth. Clean my fingers with your tongue, slut. Taste the sin you've driven me to commit. He ordered, pushing his fingers past her lips to press against her tongue.
Obediently, Hyoon wrapped her lips around his fingers, suckling and licking them clean, savoring the taste of his thick, pungent cum. She swirled her tongue around each digit, making sure to lap up every last drop of his seed.
He watched her intently, his cock already starting to stir and harden again as she cleaned his fingers. He could see her throat constricting as she swallowed, gulping down the cum he had forced her to ingest.
Once his fingers were clean, he brought them to her cheek, smearing the leftover cum across her soft skin like a perverse blessing. There, now you are truly forgiven. He declared, his voice low and dark with lust. But I have a feeling a wanton slut like you will need frequent reminders to stay on the path of righteousness. Isn't that right, my child?
He punctuated his question with a sharp smack to her sensitive ass, watching as the flesh jiggled and reddened further from his touch. He could feel her pussy clenching and dripping, her body betraying her endless hunger for sin and depravity, even as her mind sought to be a good, obedient nun.
Hyoon whimpered and shivered as Carl smeared his cum across her cheek, marking her as his forgiven sinner. She could feel the heat of his touch, the rough texture of his fingers coated in his essence, branding her skin. Her pussy clenched and fluttered, aching to be filled and claimed by his massive cock once more.
She gazed up at him with hooded, lust-filled eyes, her plump lips parted and glistening with saliva and the remnants of his cum. Her ample chest heaved with each shaky breath, the silver cross glinting against her flushed skin as she panted softly. The short habit had ridden up completely, fully exposing her thick, juicy ass and the soaked, transparent lace of her panties that clung to her puffy pussy lips.
Hyoon knew she was at his mercy, completely under his control. She needed his guidance and forgiveness, craved his touch and the feeling of his cock inside her. She was a sinner, a lustful, wanton slut who required constant correction and discipline to keep her on the path of righteousness.
With a breathless, needy whimper, Hyoon started to beg. Please, Father... I... I need more. I need you to forgive me again and again. I can't control myself around you... I'm just a weak, lustful creature who craves the touch of a strong man like you.
She reached back to grab his wrist, guiding his hand to grope and squeeze her sore, reddened ass cheek. Please, Father... punish me more. Use me for your pleasure, fill me with your holy seed until I'm dripping with it. I want to be your personal fuck toy, your own personal sinner to corrupt and claim.
Her other hand slid down to rub at her aching, soaked pussy through the drenched lace. She moaned softly, her hips bucking into her own touch. I need your cock, Father. I need it stretching my dirty, filthy cunt and pumping it full of your cum. I want to be your own personal cock sleeve, ready and available for you to use and fill whenever you desire.
Hyoon gazed up at him with desperate, pleading eyes, her voice pitching higher with each word. Please, Father... I beg of you. Forgive me, fuck me, ruin me for anyone else.
Carl's eyes darkened with lust as he listened to Hyoon's shameless begging, her needy whimpers and pleas music to his ears. He could feel his massive cock throbbing and hardening once more, rising to its full impressive 12-inch length as she begged him to use her like his personal fucktoy. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back sharply to force her to meet his intense gaze.
You filthy, cock-hungry slut. He growled, his voice rough with desire. You think you can handle being my personal fucktoy? Being used and filled whenever and however I see fit? He punctuated his words with a harsh slap to her ass, watching it jiggle and redden further from the impact.
He gripped her hips roughly, pulling them back to grind his rigid shaft along the cleft of her ass. He could feel the heat radiating from her soaked panties, the flimsy lace doing nothing to hide her aching need. He reached down to rub her pussy through the drenched fabric, feeling it clench and flutter around his fingers.
Is this what you want, you dirty girl? To be stuffed full of my cock, pumped and drained of my seed over and over? He shoved two fingers beneath the lace, pushing them deep into her dripping cunt. He curled them upwards, rubbing against that sensitive spot inside her that made her see stars.
He could feel her tight walls gripping his invading fingers, her body desperate to be filled. He pumped them in and out of her roughly, the wet squelching sounds filling the room as he fingered her needy hole. Beg for it, slut. Beg for me to ruin your tight little cunt and make you my personal cumdump. He demanded, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck.
Tell me how badly you need my cock splitting you open, stretching you out, claiming you as my property. He growled, his fingers still pumping into her, driving her closer to the edge. Beg me to fuck you like the sinful whore you are, and maybe I'll consider making you my own personal fucktoy. Beg, slut!
Hyoon let out a high-pitched keen, her back arching as Carl's fingers pumped roughly into her dripping pussy. Her hips bucked and grinded back against his hand, desperate for more friction, more stimulation. She could feel every ridge and vein of his fingers rubbing deliciously against her sensitive walls, stoking the fire burning inside her core.
She looked up at him with glazed, lust-crazed eyes, her plump lips parted in a constant stream of needy whimpers and moans. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face as he fingered her hard and fast, his thumb rubbing tight circles around her aching clit. She was so close, teetering on the brink of a massive orgasm, but she needed more. She needed him.
With a choked cry, she begged, Please, Father! Please ruin me, wreck my tight little cunt with your huge, holy cock. I want to be your personal cock sleeve, available for you to fill and use whenever you desire. Her voice was high and breathy, panting out each word as he fingered her roughly. I want you to pound me into mattress, fuck me so hard that I forget my own name. The only thing I want to be is your personal fucktoy, your own personal sinner to claim and corrupt.
She reached back to grab his wrist, guiding his fingers deeper into her clenching cunt. Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Father. I want your cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs, marking me as your property. She clenched hard around his fingers, trying to suck them in deeper. I want to be your cock-hungry whore, ready and eager to service you at a moment's notice. Please, Father, give me your blessing. Fuck me, ruin me, make me yours! She begged shamelessly, her body writhing with need and desperation. I'm your filthy little fucktoy, Father. Use me, fill me, claim me as your own! Ahhhnn~!
With a dark, lustful growl, Carl yanked Hyoon's habit up over her hips, fully exposing her thick, juicy ass and the soaked, transparent lace of her panties. He grabbed her plump cheeks roughly, kneading and spreading them apart as he lined up the fat, throbbing head of his massive 12-inch cock with her tight, puckered asshole.
You want to be my personal fucktoy? Then I'll give you what you've been begging for, you dirty girl. He snarled, his voice heavy with desire. I'll fuck you in ways that will make you scream and beg for more.
With one brutal thrust, he slammed his hips forward, burying his huge cock deep into the tight, virgin heat of her ass. He could feel her walls clench and stretch around his invading shaft as he forced it deeper, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside her. He paused for a moment, savoring the exquisite squeeze of her ass around his sensitive flesh.
Then, he started to move, pulling out until just the tip remained before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace. He gripped her hips bruisingly tight as he pounded into her, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the room along with their mingled moans and cries.
As he fucked her ass hard and deep, he reached around to shove his fingers back into her dripping cunt, pumping them in time with his thrusts. He could feel her pussy clenching and fluttering around the the digits, her body overwhelmed with sensation.
He could feel her tightening, her ass and pussy gripping him like a vice as he used her roughly. He could tell she was close to cumming, her body shaking and trembling with the force of his thrusts. He leaned down to growl in her ear, Cum for me, you filthy slut. Cum on my cock like the wanton whore you are. Show me how much you need to be my personal fucktoy!
He could feel her screaming his name, her pussy spasming and gushing around his fingers as she came undone. He didn't let up, fucking her through her intense orgasm, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed onto the bed, boneless and panting.
*45 minutes later, he could feel his own release
Carl could feel his massive cock throbbing and pulsing inside Hyoon's tight, well-fucked ass as he pounded into her relentlessly. Her pussy was still fluttering and clenching around his fingers, the aftershocks of her intense orgasm making her walls spasm uncontrollably. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her skin slick with sweat and tingling with pleasure.
He gripped her hips bruisingly tight, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass as he chased his own release. His thrusts grew more erratic, his heavy balls slapping against her sensitive clit with each powerful drive of his hips. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, his massive shaft twitching and pulsing as he neared the edge.
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock throbbing and jerking as he exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his shaft, painting her inner walls with his seed. He groaned long and low, his voice echoing through the room as he filled her with his essence.
Hyoon could feel the heat of his release, the way her belly began to swell slightly as he pumped her full of his cum. She could feel it sloshing inside her, the sheer volume of his load making her stomach bulge obscenely. She moaned weakly, her pussy clenching and milking his shaft for every last drop as he emptied his heavy balls deep inside her.
As he finished, he collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He could feel her chest heaving, her lungs burning for air as she gasped and panted beneath him. He rolled to the side, pulling her limp, fucked-out body with him, his softening cock still nestled inside her cum-filled ass.
He looked down at her, taking in the sight of his personal fucktoy - her habit disheveled, her makeup smeared, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, and her belly slightly distended with his seed. He smirked, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at having claimed and marked her so thoroughly.
You did well, my child. You've taken your penance like a good little slut and have proven yourself worthy of being my personal cock sleeve. *He praised, his hand sliding down to rub her.
7 months had passed since that fateful day when Carl had claimed Hyoon as his personal fucktoy and filled her with his seed. In that time, he had kept his word, using her body whenever and however he saw fit. He had fucked her in every room of the church, in every position imaginable, often leaving her sore, aching, and dripping with his cum.
But now, as he stood before her, he could see the evidence of their sinful union in the most profound way. Hyoon's belly was heavily swollen with his child, her skin stretched taut and glistening. She waddled slightly as she walked, her center of gravity shifted forward with the weight of the twins growing inside her.
As he watched, she placed a hand on her belly, rubbing it gently as she gazed up at him with a soft, loving smile. Despite the scandal of their relationship, she had grown to crave his touch, his presence, his domination. She knew she belonged to him completely, body and soul.
Hyoon looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with adoration and a hint of mischief. I hope you're pleased, Father. I know I'm carrying your children, your legacy. She murmured softly, her voice filled with a mix of pride and a touch of nervousness, wondering how he would react to the news of the twins.
She had discovered she was pregnant just a few months after they began their affair. At first, she had been terrified, unsure of how he would react to the news that she carried his child. But as her belly grew, so did his hunger for her. He had fucked her even more frequently, driven by a primal urge to fill her again and again with his seed.
Now, as she stood before him, heavily pregnant with his twins, she could feel a flutter of movement within her. She smiled up at him, her hand still rubbing her swollen belly. I went to the doctor today, Father. He said... he said the babies are growing well. And... and there are two of them. Twins, my love. She gazed at him adoringly, her heart swelling with love and a hint of fear. I hope this pleases you, Father. I know I'm your faithful, obedient fucktoy, but I... I want to make you proud. I want to give you strong, healthy children.
Carl's eyes widened in surprise as Hyoon revealed the news of their twins. A slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face as he processed the revelation. He stepped closer to her, one hand coming to rest heavily on the swell of her belly, feeling the firm roundness of it beneath his palm.
Twins? He murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest. You've given me not one, but two heirs? He chuckled darkly, a hint of dark pride in his tone. Such a fertile little slut, so eager to bear my children. He squeezed her belly, feeling the babies move beneath his touch.
His other hand came up to cup her chin, tilting her face towards him. He could see the nervousness in her eyes, the way her plump lower lip trembled slightly. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, You've done well, my dear. You've proven your worth as my personal fucktoy, my own personal fucktoy, my own personal breeding bitch.
He pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, claiming her once more. He could taste the sweetness of her submission, the way she melted into him, accepting his domination.
When he finally pulled back, he gazed deeply into her eyes, his own burning with a dark, possessive light. I am very pleased, my child. So pleased that I think you deserve a special reward. He purred, his hand still rubbing her swollen belly. Tonight, I will fuck you like the goddess you are, the mother of my children. I will worship this body that has given me such a precious gift.
He leaned down to press a kiss to her belly, his lips lingering on the taut skin. Then, he looked back up at her, a wicked grin on his face. I want you to pack a bag, my love. Tonight, we will go to my private cabin by the lake. I want to fuck you under the stars, surrounded by nature, claiming you as my own. And I want you to scream my name until the whole forest echoes with the sound of your pleasure and devotion to me. He demanded, his voice rough with lust and dark promise.
*He would take her there, to his private sanctuary, and he would fuck her in ways she had never experienced before. He would show her the full extent of power.