When my cousin got invited to the Playboy Mansion for a Halloween party she decided she didn't want to go so I got lucky. She a horticulturalist and did some work on the grounds, saved some rare tree or bush or something. The invitation was thanks for a job well done. Passing it on to me was easy because we have the same name; when we were kids we were known as Pat and Pat.
I really had no idea what to expect so, as a joke, I wore a priest's robe and collar. You know, ha, ha, Father Flanagan hanging out with the playmates. But it's lucky I did.
At the gate I handed over my invitation and even had to show some ID to prove that my name was on the card. Once I was on the grounds the scene was pretty wild. Just like you'd expect, there were beautiful girls everywhere, a lot were dressed to show off their gorgeous bodies and many were barely dressed. The food was good, the music fair, but the crowd was wild.
I guess I was feeling kind of overwhelmed and just standing around by the pool watching the crowd when I felt a firm grip on my ass. I mean like it was being squeezed in a tiger's claw, the nails were really digging in. I turned around and there was a nun. Or a nun by way of Frederick's of Hollywood. She was about my height, taller actually in the spiked heels. Her habit was made of skin tight vinyl and it gleamed in the lights of the party. Every curve of her body glowed in that shinny black outfit. You could see the outline of her pussy and each breast stood right out as if it was naked, like her awesome body had been spray painted glossy black. The neckline scooped down and almost exposed her nipples. It barely covered her crotch and her shapely legs were covered by white silk stockings that ended a couple of inches above the knees.
Around her neck was a white collar and her hair and shoulders were covered by a black veil. Her face was surrounded by a stiff starched while oval like and old fashioned starched collar and that hid most of her hair but a few strands of blonde curls peeked out sexily. Her face was soft and creamy, a pale white which contrasted with the bright red lipstick on her bee stung mouth. Her eyes were flashing blue green and she was giving me a lusty grin. Geez, I went to Catholic school for eight years and my mind was ruined at the sight of this sexy sister; I wanted to throw her on the ground and do her right there.
"Hello, Father," she whispered huskily, "Here to catch up with the sinners?" She was now pushing her body against mine with one of her hands on my chest and the other grabbing my ass again.
"Well Father, I hope you can help me," she purred now rubbing those succulent breasts into my chest, "I'm Sister Mary Heather, and I've been having very naughty thoughts."
Of course, I knew who she was. She was Heather Kozar and she had been Miss January. I gulped and managed to croak out, "Well, my daughter, how can I help you?"
She had let go of my ass and had turned around making sure that her body rubbed against me as she moved. She was now wiggling her plump ass up and down along the ever expanding bulge under my priestly robe. "Oh Father, I'm such a sinner; the only thing that can save my soul is a spanking, a nice hard spanking, can you spank me Father? Will you make my sinful bottom bright red?" Still with her back to me, her arm snaked around my neck and she pulled me in to kiss me. It was like the snake leading Adam into temptation; she was Eve and the Serpent all rolled into one, ready to introduce me to sin. She pried open my mouth with her tongue and she rolled it all around my mouth as she moaned with pleasure.
Heather lifted herself up and put her lips next to my ear and dug her tongue in. My hands went around her waist and squeezed her tight. "I've always wanted to fuck a priest," she said breathlessly. She turned around again, again rubbing those creamy pillows against me. "We'll get in trouble if we stay here. Let's go up stairs."
Holy cow! She took my hand and it was a slow trek into the mansion; plenty of people stopped to talk to her and give her hugs and kisses. But she never let go of me and kept introducing me as her father confessor. I was in complete awe so I didn't really notice much inside. We went up a large staircase and down a hall and up some back stairs and on and on. We came to a small bedroom and she slammed me against the door, pushing it closed.
She kissed me again and I got a good grip on those mounds, pressing them together and taunting the nipples with my thumbs. I could look right into her eyes and they were on fire, but I could see the nun's habit around her face and I knew I was seeing the fiery flames of hell, but man, I was anxious to get my bone between those legs.
"Well Father, do I get my spanking now?" She bent down with her hands on her knees and shoved her plump derrière right in my face.
I gave her bottom a slap. The shinny plastic outfit stretched over her two round cheeks made a sharp noise as I hit her and those cheeks felt firm and juicy under my palm.
"Oh Father, I've been so bad; I deserve a real, hard spanking!"
I whacked her again, harder this time and it was a loud boom. "What are your sins, my child?"
"I did it with playmates." Whack!
What did you do?"
"I let Victoria Silvstedt ream me with a dildo." Whack.
"I ate out Kelly Monaco." Whack.
"She was delicious!" Whack.
"Karen McDougal and I sucked cock together." Whack.
"I fucked Julia Schultz." Whack.
"I fucked her with Karen." Whack.
"She cried like a baby when she came." Whack.
"I've had impure thoughts about Jaime Bergman."
"What thoughts, my child?" I asked, holding my hand up ready to swing.
"I dream of sucking her big tits!" Whack.
"Fingering her pretty ass." Whack.
"Eating her pussy." Whack.
"What other sins, my child?"
She looked at me with an evil leer as she rubbed her ass tenderly. "I want to suck a priest's cock." Whack.
"Fuck him silly." Whack.
She fell forward on the floor with a yelp and turned over quickly, rubbing her sore bottom again.
"Oh Father, I think I need to be on my knees."
Heather knelt down in front of me and her hands went under my robe. She caressed my legs as she pushed the garment up. All I had on underneath was my boxers and she wasted no time pulling them off. Her moist hand got a hold on my cock and immediately started stroking. "I've been so naughty, Father," she said licking her lips. Her eyes darted back and forth between my face and my cock. Finally she opened wide and looking at me with glee she moved her face into my crotch.
This part seemed like slow motion; she still had the wimple on, the nun's veil, so my head was bouncing into strange places but the sight of her bright red lips parting and her wet pink tongue stretching out towards my balls was just about the most erotic thing I could ever hope to see. As the tip of her tongue touched the very tip of my cock it jumped up and seemed to dive right into her mouth. Her lips formed themselves perfectly around me and she sucked as she bobbed in and out. Her tongue was going wild, writhing all over my cock. Her hand was tickling my balls and stroking the base of the shaft.
She kept slurping and sucking and I tried hard to hold back. My eyes closed tight and I saw a choir of angels encouraging me, "I'm coming, sister," I moaned as my load gushed into her throat. She let out a muffled squeal and she dug her fingernails into my thighs.
"Oh Father, you're so good and I'm so bad." She was wiggling over to the couch and she bent down over the back. The hem of her outfit was pulled up over her round bottom. Her ass was already a bright red from her previous spanking but she still wanted more. I came over and gave those cheeks a good swat. "Oh!" she squealed. "I need more, I'm so naughty." I gave her bottom another slap, then another but she kept begging for more. She hiked up the gown and her whole ass was exposed, against the shinny black of her costume which was bunched up around her waist and her soft pale skin, her bottom was still a bright flaming red.
She was sobbing and yelping now. Her hand was down between her legs and she was playing with herself at a pretty frantic pace. Suddenly she growled and arched her head back and shuddered with pleasure. She turned around and her face was flushed as red as her ass. She lifted one leg and rested it on the back of the couch; with her hands she pulled down the neckline so her breasts popped out.
Her mounds were quivering as she pulled my face down onto her chest. Both my hands were on her nipples and I covered each in turn with my mouth and sucked hard. Her skin was hot and tasted sweet and she loved being sucked on. She pushed me down harder and wriggled her chest into my face. "Suck them, Father, bite them, make me scream." I obeyed and she was soon howling with pleasure.
The nun's gown was now gathered around her waist and my priest's robe was pulled up above my hips. She was holding my cock against her pussy as she writhed against it. One of her long shapely leg was still stretched along the back of the couch and she stood on her toes on the other leg. Her hands grabbed my ass and she pulled me up as she thrust down.
My cock stabbed into her and her eyes and mouth opened wide with surprise. She looked angelic in the nun's veil, like a cherub about to sing a hymn, then her wide O of a mouth spread into a smile. She gripped the couch to support herself and began to ride me as she balanced with one leg and her hands on the back of the couch and her other long leg dangled in the air.
I held her waist and thrust in hard; she squealed and laughed as she floated in the air between the couch and my shaft. We went slow at first; she swayed back and forth, tightening her sheath and then releasing it. Her luscious breasts rolled in rhythm and the way she was spread out before me I could lick them as much as I wanted. I could feel her pussy turning into a hurricane of her juices.
"Oh, Father," she moaned, "You're so good, so strong, ooohhh, so heavenly!" She squirmed to take in more of me and started to pump faster.
"Yes, Father, I can feel your blessings coming inside me. Bless me, Father, make me come to heaven." Suddenly she was bucking up and down and thrashing. Her dangling leg wrapped around my thighs locking me in. "Oh yes, yesss, Father, Oh my sweet sweet god, I'm comingggg!" Her head dropped back and the stupid veil finally fell off. Her long wavy blonde hair tumbled out and when she snapped her head forward it brushed against my face.
After her orgasm ebbed a bit she looked at me with half-closed eyes. "Come to me, Father. Make me feel your love, make it shoot in me and fill me up." Her sheath was rippling all along my shaft and my seed was gathering full force. She squeezed her thighs together and my bolt fired off, at the same moment another climax assaulted her. For a few seconds we were frozen in place as my seed poured into her and she gushed her juices over me. Then we began to drill together frantically until I was all used up.
We slid weakly to the floor and I listened to her breathing slowly get back to normal. She giggled when she got up and started to dress. "Thank you, Father, I know several sinners that need your ministering."
We left the room and were separated by the crowd. She blew me a kiss as she disappeared into a circle of laughing playmates.
About five minutes later, Jaime Bergman was standing in front of me in a Little Bo Peep costume. "Father," she said in a tiny voice, "Can you come up stairs and hear my confession?"
I met a lot of sinners that night.