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" ... And thank you so very much for coming." Sarah said as she shook hands with Mrs. Anderson.
As she closed the classroom door behind the woman, Sarah let out a sign of relief. She thought Mrs. Anderson would never finish. Saint Francis's Open House had ended almost a half hour ago, but Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and go on and on about her precious little "kitten" and how Sarah should be spending more time showcasing her talents. It could've been worse, she thought, Jim Anderson could've come along too. You couldn't get within five feet of that man without him trying to sell you a new insurance policy.
Quickly cleaning up after the departed parents, Sarah grabbed her coat and began to head down the corridor. It had started raining about a half hour ago and most of the other teachers had already left. If she hurried, she could still get home by 10:00.
"Sarah?" Called a soft voice from across the hall.
Sarah turned around to find Sister Mary Theresa coming out of one of the adjacent classrooms.
"I thought you left already?" The Sister asked.
"I would have," Sarah replied. "But Mrs. Anderson managed to corner me before I could go and..."
"Say no more..." Sister Theresa said as she held up her hand to interrupt her fellow teacher. "I had her older girl Betty in my class a few years ago."
"Was she as bad back then?"
"Worse," Sister Theresa replied. "I think maybe she's mellowing with age." She added with a smile.
Both the smile and the laugh of the young Philippine Nun was contagious, Sarah couldn't help but return it. When Sister Theresa suggested she have a cup of tea before she went, Sarah forgot all about her rush and agreed.
Sister Theresa had been Sarah's friend since he first day as a teacher, eight months ago. Six years before, she had been Sarah's Math Teacher during the Nun's own first year at Saint Francis. Part of the reason she had landed the plum assignment at this prestigious school was that she had been an honor graduate. The fact that she had graduated with honors was partly due to the help Sister Theresa had given her that difficult senior year.
As they sipped tea in the now empty Teacher's Lounge, Sarah thoughts drifted back to that troubled final year. A late bloomer, Sarah had quickly earned the nickname "Plain Jane" McKenna from her classmates. Try as she could, she just couldn't fit in. Even as a senior, dates had been few and far in between. Not that Sarah really minded. She had never really been all that interested in guys anyway. They got in the way of her single minded determination to succeed.
Still, every girl wants to fit in. And it was because of such that Sarah took part in what she would always remember as the great shower peek show.
Sister Theresa was brand new at Saint Francis then, and having come from the Philippines, was considered something of a mystery. The girls guessed she had to have been in her mid twenties, but looked about seventeen. Her Order still wore the old style habits, so her body was covered from head to toe. The obvious question was, what does a Nun look like under all that heavy clothing.
It had been Jenny Marinelli who had first come up with the idea. She'd discovered that Sister Theresa was in the habit of using the shower in the girl's locker room after the last gym class every day. If they really wanted to sneak a peek, that was their chance.
So one Friday afternoon, they had snuck back into the locker room and done just that. To their amazement, Sister Theresa looked like any other woman naked. True, she was a little on the plump side, but after all, who said a Nun had to be skinny. The crudest comment came from Jenny herself.
"Did you see the tits on her?" She asked the other girls after they had moved to the safety of the school yard. "They had to at least been a 38D. What a waste on a Nun."
The other girls had all agreed.
To Sarah, however, the experience had changed her life. Several time after that she had found herself back in the locker room at the end of the day, sneaking another look at her teacher. Her naked brown body stirred a strange longing within her and she began having forbidden dreams about the Nun.
As senior year neared it's end, Sarah abruptly stopped her late afternoon visits. In her mind she was now accepted three certainties. First, that she wanted to be a teacher - nothing was as important as achieving that goal. The second was something she was sure that she would keep to herself forever. She was a lesbian, and she was in love with Sister Theresa.
"You seem a little distracted?" Sister Theresa said as Sarah stared into empty space.
"Oh, sorry..." She replied. "It's just been a long day."
"How inconsiderate of me." Theresa said. "If it wasn't for me you'd be home by now. Sister Catherine always said once I get to talking I loose all concept of time."
"It's all right, really." Sarah said with a broad smile. "I really do enjoy your company. As long as you brought her up, how is Sister Catherine?"
"She's doing fine," Theresa said as she cleared the table. "She's all settled in at her new school and things are working out fine with her father."
Sister Mary Catherine had been Theresa's mentor since she had first come to Saint Francis. In fact, due to a shortage of rooms in the tiny convent, they had been roommates for the last six years. She had recently been transferred to San Francisco at her own request to be closer to her ill father.
"I guess you must miss her." Sarah said as she cleared the trash.
Sister Theresa hesitated for a moment and seemed to be thinking or something.
"Yes I do." She finally answered.
Sister Theresa was uncharacteristically quiet as umbrellas in hand they set off for the parking lot. The stocky Nun seemed to be lost in memories, but had still insisted on seeing Sarah safely to her car.
Saint Frances was twenty miles from town, and at this time of night the parking lots would be deserted.
"Oh no!" Sarah exclaimed as she reached her small blue escort and saw to her dismay, the front driver's side tire was as flat as a pancake. "I don't even have a spare."
"We'll have to call from the office to see if we can get a tow truck out here. "Sister Theresa said as she bent down to examine the damage.
Fifteen minutes later, Sister Theresa emerged from the Mother Superior's Office to find Sarah still dripping in the waiting room.
"I have good news and bad news." She said as she walked up to her.
"Lets have the good new first." Sarah said as she shook with a slight chill.
"Well I talked to Mr. Kelly down at the garage and he said it would be no problem getting a truck out here."
"What's the bad news?"
"He said it would be no problem first thing tomorrow."
"Oh no, what am I going to do."
"Don't worry," Theresa said with a smile. "I've already talked with Mother Patricia and she said it would be no problem putting you up for the night."
"That's a relief." Sarah mused.
"One small problem with that though." Theresa added. "Since Father Kolowski is already using the guest quarters, you're going to have to use Sister Catherine's old bed in my room. I'm afraid I have one of the worst rooms in the convent, it's all the way in the west wing behind the storage rooms. In fact at one time it was a storage room."
"No problem," Sarah said in a tired voice. "Right now I don't care if its a barn, as long as it's got a bed."
"Great!" Theresa said in an animated voice.
After a quick stop at the laundry to pick up clean sheets, Sarah followed Sister Theresa through a long dark corridor past the kitchen and storage rooms. Only a few small emergency lights lit the way. Once the kitchen was closed for the evening, the main lights were shut down.
"You weren't kidding about your room being way out of the way." Sarah said as they reached a large wooden door.
"Well until they finally complete the new wing, we have to make do." Theresa said as she opened the door with an old metal key. "And most of the other Sisters were more than happy to have Catherine and I sleeping far away from them."
"Why is that?" Sarah asked curiously.
"Catherine snored liked a lumberjack, and I have a bad habit of talking in my sleep."
"Well growing up I shared a room with two sisters so I'm sure I'll have no problem." Sarah retorted. Dropping the sheets on the single metal frame bed, Sarah looked about the room. The walls were painted a soft blue, with a white lace curtain hanging aside the far window. A small desk occupied a corner, and on it were four framed photographs. Three were of Sister Theresa's family back in Luzon. The other was a 5x7 of her and Sister Catherine in front of the school.
"Be it ever so humble..." Theresa said as she began to help Sarah make the bed.
With the bed finally done, Theresa walked over to her own bed and began to take off her habit. In the six years since the great peep show, the Order had changed to a more modern look. Sarah was caught by surprise as the chubby Nun began to strip.
"Well you didn't think we slept in them, did you?" Theresa said as she began to unhook her habit from behind.
"Why no, of course not." Sarah replied.
In fact, she had thought just that, as silly as it sounded. The only way she had been able to get over her youthful infatuation with Theresa was to banish the image of her naked brown body from her memory. In had become near impossible for her to visualize the round woman without the protective brown habit.
As the habit joined her headpiece on the dressing chair, Theresa stood in just a white bra and panties. Sarah tried very hard not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Then when the white bra topped the pile, Sarah had to bite her lip to keep her composure.
If anything, Theresa's breasts had grown larger over the years with the extra pounds she had gained. This was the closest she had ever been to those dark brown nipples and she couldn't take her eyes away. In the cool night air, Theresa's nipples stood out like small erasures. Sarah felt a tingling in her own much smaller breasts.
Unaware of Sarah's fascination with her body, Theresa moved to a dresser draw and pulled out a blue nightshirt. With a quick motion she slipped it on, covering her large breasts.
As she turned and finally noticed the look on Sarah's face, Theresa assumed it was due to her attire.
"I guess you were expecting something made out of burlap." Theresa said as she indicated her garment. "But regular nightwear has been ok for years. Even if it has Mickey on the front." She added as she pointed to the large mouse figure draped across her mounds.
"Now to find something for you." Theresa continued as she looked back into the draw. "What do you normally wear?"
"Err ... I usually sleep without..." Sarah said without thinking.
"Ok, suit yourself." Theresa replied as she closed the dresser and crawled into the bed.
Sarah quickly stripped down to her bright red panties and slipped under her sheet. A smile crossed her lips as Theresa wished her goodnight.
"It's a good thing I'm not a guy." Sarah thought as she began to drift off to sleep. "Cause I'd have the hard on to end all hard ons right now."
Sarah found that she was unable to sleep more than a half hour. Tired as she had been, she couldn't get Theresa's naked image out of her head. She had been over it years ago, she kept repeating to herself. She'd had several affairs with other women and had even fallen in love for a time. Why was it so hard to put this Nun out of her thoughts.
"Because she was the first..." Sarah said to herself. "And she was the one you could never have."
Burying her head in the pillow, Sarah once again tried to find elusive sleep.
About an hour later, Sarah was still trying. Then she heard a soft mumbling from across the room. Theresa was saying something, but she couldn't make it out. Was she praying?
Then Sarah remembered what Theresa had said earlier about sometimes talking in her sleep. Intrigued, she rose silently from her bed and moved a little closer to try and hear better.
Tiptoeing across the room, Sarah found that she could now hear Theresa clearly. Understanding her was another thing entirely. Sister Theresa was speaking in Tagalog, her native tongue. She also seeming to be rocking back and forth in her bed, perhaps she was having a nightmare.
Deciding that it would be better not to wake her, Sarah began to return back to her bed when she heard an English word. Theresa was calling Sister Catherine's name.
Curiosity renewed, Sarah returned to her earlier position and moved around the bed to get a better look. Theresa had kicked her sheets to the foot of the bed, giving Sarah a clear view of the sleeping woman.
"Omigod!" Sarah whispered in amazement as she stepped back and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from calling out.
She looked again to be sure of what she had seen, not that she had any real doubt. With her Mickey Mouse nightshirt pulled up around her waist, Theresa had pulled down her panties and was masturbating with vigor. Sarah looked again to be sure that she really was asleep. Then she heard her call out Sister Catherine's name again.
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SpankingSarah smiled as she slowly woke up and as she opened her eyes saw her boss, Kristal, the sixty-three-year-old Head of Accounting, smiling back at her.Sarah was thirty-four-years-old and was married. However, she had the reputation of being the office slut and regularly slept with co-workers. She loved the reputation as being humiliated in public was one of her biggest turn-ons.Kristal had been Sarah’s boss for the last two years and they regularly slept together. Sarah’s husband was fully aware...
SpankingA/N: Another story featuring submissive Sarah and her Mistress, Rebecca, from my earlier stories "The 14th Anniversary", "My beautiful Sub" and "Choosing Corner Time". It takes place a few weeks after Sarah received her permanent collar from her Mistress, about seven months after their first meeting.Note on the timeline. "The 14th anniversary" and "My beautiful sub" take place on Valentine's Day 2011, the first story recalls things that happened on Valentine's Day 1997 and a few days, later....
Sarah By Sissie Maid Cuckold FOR SARAH "What wrong honey?" "I don't know I guess I am tired." "But it's not like you to no be able to get it up." "I know Pam. I just don't know, maybe its stress, works not going so good." "Hey, I know, Audrey at work said her husband had some issues and she did this..." Pam took hold of her silky nighty and wrapped it around Brenden's cock. She could instantly feel it grow. She smiled at him and said, "It worked, it worked just like...
This story is only a fan fiction, not real. Sarah threw herself down on her couch and took a deep. She was exhausted after a long day of shooting. She really loved to work with Scrubs and she was grateful for the fame it had brought her, but sometimes the workdays were just too long. The reason for today’s long hours was the fact that it was the last day they were shooting the last scenes of Amy Smart’s guest appearance and they had to get all it all done tonight. Sarah was in no...
Hi guys, Thanks for reading this is a gentle femdom story I wrote I am trying to take on feedback received from the first couple of stories I wrote and i’d truly love to hear from you guys. All characters are 18 at the time of the story Sarah was always a bit confused when it came to guys, the ones she had dalliances with before all wanted to treat her as a princess holding doors and generally trying to be her knight in shining armor. This was in part due to her good looks she reasoned which...
It was always the low point for Sarah when she had to go to her step-sister, Michelle’s, house. Sarah hated going to Michelle’s and normally only went every other week when she and their mum were invited over for tea. Sarah had always been treated so badly by her step-sister who had always tried to control and manipulate her, but whenever they were both with their mum she was all sweetness and light. It was an act they both put on so as not to make their mum feel bad.Michelle was...
SpankingSarah gropped her perky 34B breasts, pushing them together to make them bigger. Sighing she gave up and had a quick check to the rest of her young 17 year old body. She had beautiful pale skin without any blemishes, nice long copper hair that almost fell to her well rounded ass. She was only 5ft tall and was the shortest girl in her grade but she knew what she lacked in height she made up in beauty. She had big innocent green eyes and a cute straight nose and small pouty lips that made...
Hey,Found this in my archive. I remember it being one of the very first smoking fetish stories I read.I do have the full collection of Sarah/Nikki stories and am trying to recover them. Most will be able to be posted here, with the exception of the first 2-3. Posted this one as I found it but will hold off until I have the rest in reading order.Think there are about 45 chapters/stories like this in total.Lung HammerSarah and Tom arrived at the airport thirty minutes beforethe scheduled...
Warning this contains pegging, If you aren't into male butt stuff this isn't the story for you party on! Adam woke in his own bed, the evening passed by pretty normally after the events of the day before. It made the encounters with his sister earlier seem all the more surreal and if it wasn't for the one thing he would honestly have doubted any of it had happened and had all been a fantastic vivid dream. It wasn't and the one thing that said that more than ever was the cage his cock and...
Sarah had been looking forward to the monthly "Bridge" evening. She loved to be humiliated in front of others and on these evenings there was humiliation in abundance. 'Bridge' wasn't played of course, but instead, there were normally ten or twelve mainly women split between those who were natural doms and those who were natural submissives.There was no set way of doing things. You could stick to the partner you went with, or the submissive could be passed around to various doms who could do...
SpankingSarah was as surprised as everyone else in the office when a policewoman walked in accompanied by a woman who they supposed was a plain clothes policewoman. They went into the main meeting room with Kristal, but soon afterwards Kristal called out to the whole accounts team to join them.As the team trooped in and sat around the meeting table Kristal confirmed that both women were with the police which got everyone chattering. Sarah noted that the policewoman in uniform must have been Kristal's...
SpankingSarah was enjoying her holiday in Hawaii. It was a lovely hotel and her room had a direct sea view and also a view of the large swimming pool with all the men and women guests in their skimpy trunks and bikinis. She sat on her balcony people-watching and imagining herself giving blow jobs right there by the pool to a whole series of men and tongue sex to so many of the gorgeous looking women.At dinner, Sarah and her hubby were at a table with friends from San Francisco who they liked to meet up...
Spanking"Are your parents coming?" Greg asked. "I don't think so," Sarah replied matter-of-factly. She had given up on her dad long ago, but she still had hope for her mother – there were a few, strained conversations over the phone, but Sarah wasn't holding her breath expecting a "welcome back" any time soon. It had been eleven years since her parents threw her out of their house and their lives for being "a freak" - at least that's what they called her. Sarah paused for a moment as she...
“You know how much I enjoy a much younger man licking me to orgasm before I blow him. And I do enjoy you masturbating while you watch and enjoy. And I especially enjoy watching some of those men blowing your large, thick cock. “And to be fair to you we often share another woman. We have never had a really young girl though. Perhaps nineteen or twenty years old? “Does the thought of us sharing a young girl, perhaps nineteen or twenty years old appeal to you baby? “It has huge appeal for me....
“You know how much I enjoy a much younger man licking me to orgasm before I blow him. And I do enjoy you masturbating while you watch and enjoy. And I especially enjoy watching some of those men blowing your large, thick cock. “And to be fair to you we often share another woman. We have never had a really young girl though. Perhaps nineteen or twenty years old? “Does the thought of us sharing a young girl, perhaps nineteen or twenty years old appeal to you baby? “It has huge appeal for me....
Bethany only just managed to hide the dildo as the door opened, "fuck....don't you ever knock?" She asked pushing the pink plastic cock further under her pillow."I called you twice and watch your language girl," her mother snapped back,"Your friends on the phone for you, your still in your nightdress jesus......you know it's gone nine, where's your mobile? You haven't lost another one have you?""No! I left it at Nikki's last night,"Hoping her mother wouldn't notice her panties were missing she...
I awoke the next morning, naked and to an empty bed, for some reason I went straight into panic mode and sat up, searching for Sarah. I couldn't see her but I heard her voice from outside the room. From what I could tell she was on the phone to someone, I sat up a little further and tried to make out what she was saying..."Oh my god, he is fantastic ... yeah I know right ... 8 ... uh huh ... long time (she giggles) ... totally ... you should definitely try him mom ..."My jaw hit the floor; did...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
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