Qira couldn't believe her eyes. She sat in the back of the huge Catholic cathedral of Saint Mary of The Angels staring at the woman bustling about the front of the sanctuary. She was strikingly gorgeous and even through her habit and robes she had phenomenal curves. Her breasts were huge and her lips looked like they were begging to be wrapped around a dick. She couldn't explain it, but this woman seemed to just radiate sex when she was looked at.
It had been a little more than a month ago, Qira had first seen the woman standing in a coffee shop. She snapped a hurried picture of her but it had been difficult to track her down with just that. It took a lot of hunting and a month spent befote she managed to get someone to tell her the woman's name and where she could be found. She was actually named Faith and lived as a nun here at Saint Mary's. At first she had taken the name to be a joke. A nun named Faith? What were the chances? She thought the person was just making light of her obsession, but Qira was too desperate to just ignore the potential find. She couldn't sleep right until she found her again...
When she had first seen Faith in the coffee shop, Qira had been so enchanted that she barely could think. Faith had been wearing a dress and a sweater with a blue habit and her milky white skin was the most beautiful thing Qira had ever laid eyes on. So she took the tip and went to the enormous church to look around. To be fair, it wasn't a bad tip and Qira really should've recognized the habit for what it was. Searching every church in town probably wouldn't have taken that long. Whatever her delay, the tip had paid off and Qira found the gorgeous woman only minutes after coming here. That was more than an hour ago and she was still sitting where she had flopped down in the furthest padded pew from the altar where Faith stood.
The nun's face was so soft, so sweet looking. Her skin was pale and her lips looked like luscious cherries. Every movement of her body strained the fabric of her robe and showed even more of the curve of her body. One particular bend lifted her robe to above her ankle to show a flash of white skin. Qira rubbed her face in confusion. Here she was getting excited at the sight of ankle and she couldn't help herself. She wanted so much more than ankle but her butt remained firmly in the pew.
The problem Qira had was how to approach a nun and get that robe off her. She was bound to be celibate and wouldn't walk away from her vows lightly. On top of that, Qira wasn't exactly the image of integrity, honor, and religious purity that could somehow capture Qira's heart. She was a twenty six year old goth with raven hair, a black belly shirt, and skin tight leather pants that showed off every curve of her huge cock and massive, virile balls. She also wore three inch leather boots, lace gloves, and tasteful black makeup.
There was no lack of confidence in Qira either. Her body was very attractive beyond just her dick size. She was tall and lanky with a thin belly and legs that went on for days. Her breasts were quite shapely and her nipples perked through her shirt. All this didn't really help though. Such things were likely pointless in courting a woman like Faith. Qira had so little experience in doing anything but getting sluts and horny bitches on her dick that she didn't even know HOW to approach a woman with obvious self respect. Should she get physical? Should she thrust her dick out there? Should she get lewd with the things she says? Maybe describe how she wants to bury her face in Faith's deliciously thick cheeks and eat her ass until her eyes roll out of her head? Heck, maybe even offer for Faith to just sit on her face for a while until she was happy and satisfied?
Her dick was positively throbbing in her tight pants and her frustration was growing beyond her control. She threw her hands up and got to her feet. With one glance back at Faith again, she headed for the door.
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Qira returned again. In fact, it was the fourteenth time she had come back to Saint Mary of the Angel's Cathedral. She had learned the schedule of Catholic mass held here, as well as the schedule Faith followed for her time spent here in the sanctuary tending to those that came for her. She came here for an hour or two in her spare time just to watch Faith bustle about the front of the huge hall, lighting candles or speaking quietly with those that approached her. There was a number of priests and other nuns that worked here as well, and Qira tried to avoid the time when anyone else would be around.
Today though, something new happened. While Qira sat in the rear most pew and idly stared at Faith, Faith turned and began to approach her. Qira's pulse quickened as the woman's eyes met hers. She had ones of chocolate brown with such depth and color to them that Qira felt like she could fall into them if she stared too long. She looked at the door and turned to get on her feet.
"Wait. Please." Faith said, holding up a hand.
Qira's body stiffened entirely at those words. She didn't even take a breath. Her eyes fixed on Faith and she just stayed frozen there, half on her feet with her hands clinging to the pew in front of her. Her voice had been so gentle and sweet, with empathy and love woven into every breath. It grabbed ahold of Qira and it held her tight with no chance of escape.
"You have come here so many times recently. You seem to come when the church is most empty, and you never come in further than this back row. This is God's house and all are welcome, you needn't feel like you are intruding." Faith said with a beatific smile.
"N-No. It's not..." Qira mumbled, keeping her hip turned to try and hide the bulge of her cock from the statuesque nun.
"Do whatever you feel most comfortable, but know that God is good and loving. He offers peace to even the most distraught and disturbed. You need only ask for his grace and it will be given." Faith said with a small bow of her head.
Her dick ached. With every word Faith spoke, Qira became more and more aroused. Her mind reeled with ideas and she contemplated each one. Even the one that included tackling Faith to the soft carpet, ripping off that silly robe, and riding her glorious bare ass to high heaven.
"If you so wish to unburden yourself, I can also offer you the solemn relief of the confessional." Faith said, gesturing to two wooden booths side by side at the far end of the hall. They were a Catholic confessional where a priest or nun could sit on one side while a parishioner could take the other to speak in silence and security. They could relieve themselves of their sins and receive advice on how to atone. And they were also very private...
"Yes." Qira said, "Yes... may I confess?"
Faith nodded serenely and gestured to the confessional as she turned towards it. Qira followed her, entirely too aware of the massive bulge in her tight pants that bounced with every step. She watched the shapely, wide-hipped nun open the door on the far side of the booth and disappear inside. Qira stepped into the other and closed it behind herself.
The inside of the confessional was just a wooden closet with a bench and a small curtain in the wall it shared with the other half. There was enough space that Qira could reasonably kneel before the bench and pray on her knees if she wanted. At the same time, the bench was wide and deep enough that she could sit upon it easily to speak into the curtain. Qira chose to sit down and spread her legs, grateful for the chance to ease the tightness in her pants. She quietly undid the button and slid the zipper down. Her cock sprang free immediately and it throbbed at full attention.
"God welcomes you this evening." Faith's voice came quiet and somber through the curtain.
"Yeah..." Qira rolled her eyes and took ahold of her throbbing shaft. She gave it a soft stroke and sighed out a breath of relief as pleasure tingled through her.
"This night, may the Lord help you confess your sins. Give them over unto him and atone for what you have done. How long has it been since your last confession?" Faith said. Her voice excited Qira and made her dick twitch. Precum glistened at her tip and she stroked herself more readily now.
"Uhhh... Never done it." Qira huffed, just wanting Faith's soft and enticing voice to keep speaking.
