This story occurred in 2006, and few people know it, actually I've tried to keep it as secret as possible to protect the identity of the other person, who was a novice at that time (today she is a nun). Under anonymity and with the pardon of time I take the liberty of writing it with changes in some details that don't change its essence significantly.
***TravelOn one of my trips to the interior cities, I was providing courses for technical professionals. Our company was very well received and generally the locals would welcome us in very interesting ways. One of those nights there was an interesting social gathering, politicians, entrepreneurs, young VIP escorts (one learns to recognize them) and the place was huge, one could walk around the garden or the rooms of the house where there were collections of interesting objects and paintings. We felt like we were ambassadors from another country.
Conversation is second nature to me, so I found myself talking with some entrepreneurs about complex topics I knew nothing about, later with a councilman who told me that in my city there were good cabarets, and when I went into the mansion to go to the bathroom (which was like a palace's) I crossed paths with a group of young dudes in their twenties (my age then more or less) smoking joints secretly from the pomp.
(illustrative image)
The Conversation Cara and TrinidadI walked around the enormous garden illuminated by old lanterns to get away from the noise of the event, until I reached a bench next to an artificial waterfall. The light was dim and so I didn't notice the two people looking at me. Two very beautiful girls, but one of them had a very pale skin like paper, and her hair was discreetly covered. She was a novice.
I stood up startled, the girls smiled complicitly. I also joined in their laughter when I realized my startle. They introduced themselves, one called Karina and the other girl, who I'll call Trinidad, had an unusual non-Latin name.
I made a joke about my reaction and extracted another smile from them. Karina was a very pretty girl, you could tell she belonged to the high-class crowd here, but Trinidad caught my attention.
Today I would have been even more scared by how pale she was and the contrast her modest and dark clothes made with her bright shoes when she walked.
I love accents in women and Karina had a very marked accent from the region, but Trinidad not only had an accent but also spoke Spanish as if it still cost her. We laughed three of us at the pomp of the event and since I had religious education as a child I dared to ask Trinidad about being a novice.
Karina listened to the noise of her cellular phone, one of those Motorola Startak she carried with her, read a message and said she was going home and would be back soon. We left Trinidad chatting alone until Karina returned and joined us in conversation.
I told them I would leave the city in two days to follow another province in the north and then return to my city. I mentioned how boring it was to stay in a city and not know the night, expecting Karina to offer since I didn't expect anything from Trinidad. Not. It made sense to ask, not just because I had a vote of chastity but also because her innocence when speaking and knowing how conservative and repressed her country is, added to the fact that she must have entered service very young, gave me a sure sign that she was a virgin and didn't know anything about sex, sexuality. A dead end, I thought. Better to put Karina's cards on the table, but everything ended up in a pleasant conversation for that night.SECRET MEETINGTo the next day I woke up because my phone was ringing. The hotel concierge told me they had left a message for me. Reluctantly, I went down to the lobby and they gave me a letter. I thought it strange, who writes letters today? There was a phone number written in exquisite feminine handwriting on the paper, which for some reason had a special aroma.
I took out my cell phone (a Nokia of those unbreakable ones) and called, and on the other end was Trinidad's unmistakable voice and accent. She said she'd like to chat with me for a bit, but with certain discretion, I proposed a coffee and she said it wasn't convenient for her. She preferred a more private place and it had to be that day.
I felt like James Bond on a secret mission, so I told her to come by the hotel. After a few seconds of silence and a long breath, she agreed.
Two hours later, as I'd indicated, she appeared with dark glasses, a visor hat, jeans, and a windbreaker type jacket, and a folder full of papers. I greeted her like a stranger and we sat down in the lobby in a part that wasn't visible from outside.
She was nervous, almost trembling. Then I understood that even all these precautions (and terrible disguise) were still not discreet enough for her, so I invited her to my room where we could chat more quietly.THE SECRETMy room was like a suite, with a living area with sofas that separated the bedroom so we sat down. She offered me something to drink from the fridge, as neither of us drank alcohol, so we opened a can of Coca Booty.
She said: 'Last night when we talked and you asked about my country, I saw in your eyes that you knew, that you had read what's happening there. I hope it doesn't bother you if we talk like this' (she said speaking in English).
I replied in English: 'No problem. Yes, I have knowledge of having seen news. I know what's going on there. I suspect you had a quite conservative and oppressive childhood'
She told me: 'The church is the only thing that saved me, but everything has a price.'
I looked at her without fully understanding.
She took out a letter from her pocket. She said:
'This is the first and last letter I'll write to my family. I want you to transcribe it and send it anonymously by email to my mother'.
I opened my eyes wide. I didn't want to ask what was going on, suddenly I started feeling uncomfortable.
I said: 'If Trini, count on me'. I suspected that being a nun in the middle of nowhere had a complex explanation but I didn't think it would be so serious...
She said: 'When you transcribe the letter, you'll understand everything. I ask you not to disclose this because it could be dangerous for me and my family'
I guarded the letter with infinite care, nodding. This time even a little fear crept in, I confess, not every day do you find yourself with information that puts someone else's life at risk.
She stood up, I did too. She stayed frozen for a second with her hand on her mouth.
She whispered: 'There are many sacrifices we must make in life, but our decisions define us'
My face was completely confused, I imagine, because she added:
'God didn't give me the chance to be a mother' And that put me in danger over there. Many gave everything so I could have a future, and many sacrifices await me in the future but I want to ask you something more. I nodded, almost ecstatic about the depth of her concepts.
She looked at me and said: “I want to be kissed”.The Kiss
We both froze for a few seconds in front of that sentence. He took a step towards me and put his lips on mine, the rod between my arms and I reciprocated the same. I could feel his heart beating stronger, his breathing becoming agitated as it escaped from his nose like air from a volcano. His pupils were fixed on mine, and I said: 'Whatever you want, don't have to ask me'. She hugged me and started kissing me more passionately, my hands went down to her waist, perhaps never before caressed by another man (and maybe never again by anyone) and I led her to the room.IN THE BEDI recosted her on the bed with infinite delicacy. She closed her eyes, her arms were stiff beside her body and timidly parted her legs. Perhaps hoping that the furry beast would mount her like a demon from Dracula, but I didn't want her to have an experience like that.
I lay down next to her, and with the tip of my finger began to explore her skin. She opened her eyes and found mine. Confused, since this didn't match her idea of sex. Then I started taking off her clothes, caressing her and making soft movements on her skin, my lips tracing from her neck to the tips of her feet.
When she was naked, let me tell you that I was impressed by her delicate curves. Hard breasts, pointed nipples and a beautiful and fleshy vulva. I slowly descended to her navel and could see her entrails trembling in anticipation of penetration, but with my tongue I explored her lips and clitoris.
She emitted a surprised cry, put her hand on her own mouth in surprise and another on my neck, and for a good while I was drinking from her beautiful pink vulva. Her orgasm came with a sob, surprised by herself she started asking for forgiveness because she couldn't stop crying. I told her it was normal, every woman has her own reaction, and something new always surprises. Slowly I got up and made her sit on the bed. My penis remained in front of her in all its pulsing veins. I touched her lips with my finger and opened her mouth, inserting the tip of my penis into her.
His inexperience led me to feel his teeth on my penis, it hurt a bit and I told him let's try another position. She costed over me in the 69 position, now my mouth was over her clitoris and I said: “do the same as I do”. I licked her pubic area and she did the same with the tip of my penis. I opened my mouth with suction so that her clitoris would stretch and she caught on to the idea and started sucking my cock very delicately.
As we were doing it faster, she was putting more of my penis in her mouth, and when she got a slap on the butt she threw herself forward and all my cock went into her throat, she started coughing and I laughed: “you're doing well, heart”
(from here on the images are illustrative)I was getting to know her rhythm little by little, and then after she had two more orgasms I told her that it was coming and that she should swallow well. She took it as an order because she grabbed my cock like it was a hose and when my semen started coming out she swallowed it and kept swallowing until she couldn't anymore.
We both remained ecstatic, she changed positions and I took her in my arms. She put her head on my chest and with her hand softly caressed my penis.
She said: 'I didn't think it would be like this. I feel like you're leading me by the hand and taking care of me a lot. Thank you'.
I could feel my penis getting hard again, she looked at it. I hugged her and laid her on top of me, since she's small and very light I was able to fit my penis in the entrance of her wet pussy. Her body was sweating and with her eyes looking at me with infinite fear.
The head of my penis entered her smoothly and without resistance, she took my face with her hands and kissed me as if saying goodbye to life and wishing me luck. I put my hands on her hip and slowly slid her down towards the bottom, my stiff penis piercing her. She let out a scream, and I felt the resistance, there was her virginity resisting. I stopped and caressed her cheek.
I kissed her and she pushed herself down so that my penis could open her up, a cry of pleasure emerged and she started to sob. Her body began to tremble again, and her breathing stopped for a second. In one movement, I took her legs and positioned them so that she could sit on me, and I sat up. She went further down and my penis entered her even more. My lips went to her breasts and I started kissing them at the rhythm of her breathing, and her hip instinctively began making uncoordinated movements. My hands lowered and I grabbed her by the backside, with my force making her move correctly, synchronizing with her breathing.
The gasps of a woman, or a slut, started arriving for the first time and became deafening. I put my fingers in her mouth so that she would suck them (that way she wouldn't scream).
My penis had become EXTRA HARD at this point, it doesn't always happen but maybe the situation, what's forbidden, her virginity, wasn't.
The thing is that my penis hurt, the skin of it was pulling me like I was going to burst (and it hurt until the next day). I positioned her legs on my shoulders, she was surprised with fear of falling, but my arms were holding her, while my penis was in her, I wasn't going anywhere.
My penis was burying itself even deeper in her, now her hands were on my head and I had her encased uniquely, when her rhythm accelerated and I saw her orgasm exploding, I let my penis fill her with semen like a spring.
She opened her eyes, a mix of surprise and horror at feeling herself suspended in the air by my arms and my penis while Everything in her was filled. We both remained looking at each other, sharing an eternal gasp. I reclined her beside me, and she lay down on her stomach.
She tried to say something in Spanish or English, but her head was spinning.
I caressed her for a while, giving her a gentle massage on her back to relax her. Going down to her legs, her tiny ass instinctively lifted up like a cat. Now I could see that she was all wet, her skin glistening with sweat. My hands went to her butt, separated it, and I put my tongue in her anus. Her hands buried themselves in the pillow, and she bit the pillow.
She kept lifting her Booty until she was kneeling with her head buried in the pillow. Her anus opened and closed at the rhythm of her orgasm... from a quick movement, I got up and presented my penis to it, a push and I opened her butt. She screamed in surprise and complained. Are you going to give it to me that way too? Her tone was half-question, half-supplication. I could have stopped, but I gave her a hard slap on the ass, and she grabbed my body with her hands by the side, inviting me to enter. Soon my penis was caroling inside her anus. I put her hand on her clitoris, and she started touching herself, putting in one finger and then two, while my penis opened her up like a chainsaw cutting down a tree.
Soon the year of semen spilled out and I fell on her exhausted. My penis was slowly coming out as the last drops were gushing out of her delicious ass. I reclined next to her. My penis couldn't give more, neither could I. She sat with her pubic area in my face and continued giving me oral sex for a good while. When she was satisfied, she noticed my penis getting hard again and took her mouth to it, this time taking all of my semen like an expert. She lay between my arms and we fell asleep for a bit. Finally, we parted ways, both sore but with the satisfaction of having given it our all. I saw her again years later as a nun. We had a trivial conversation, she behaved like a total religious, but our gazes had a conversation full of intrigue.THE SECRETFinally I have to say that I wrote the email and sent it from a Yahoo mailbox I never used again. Apparently she bid farewell to her mother, but let her know she survived the escape from her country and was now an adult in good health. There was no information about what danger there was, because they took the daughter away without the mother, or what happens if someone knows she was at a convent in my country. I can tell the story because since last year she's no longer in the country, it's one of the thousands of nuns around the world who let me give her a unique night. Maybe we'll cross paths again someday, for now we only write emails from an anonymous account.I invite you to know my other Stories
***TravelOn one of my trips to the interior cities, I was providing courses for technical professionals. Our company was very well received and generally the locals would welcome us in very interesting ways. One of those nights there was an interesting social gathering, politicians, entrepreneurs, young VIP escorts (one learns to recognize them) and the place was huge, one could walk around the garden or the rooms of the house where there were collections of interesting objects and paintings. We felt like we were ambassadors from another country.
Conversation is second nature to me, so I found myself talking with some entrepreneurs about complex topics I knew nothing about, later with a councilman who told me that in my city there were good cabarets, and when I went into the mansion to go to the bathroom (which was like a palace's) I crossed paths with a group of young dudes in their twenties (my age then more or less) smoking joints secretly from the pomp.
(illustrative image)
The Conversation Cara and TrinidadI walked around the enormous garden illuminated by old lanterns to get away from the noise of the event, until I reached a bench next to an artificial waterfall. The light was dim and so I didn't notice the two people looking at me. Two very beautiful girls, but one of them had a very pale skin like paper, and her hair was discreetly covered. She was a novice.
I stood up startled, the girls smiled complicitly. I also joined in their laughter when I realized my startle. They introduced themselves, one called Karina and the other girl, who I'll call Trinidad, had an unusual non-Latin name.
I made a joke about my reaction and extracted another smile from them. Karina was a very pretty girl, you could tell she belonged to the high-class crowd here, but Trinidad caught my attention.
Today I would have been even more scared by how pale she was and the contrast her modest and dark clothes made with her bright shoes when she walked.
I love accents in women and Karina had a very marked accent from the region, but Trinidad not only had an accent but also spoke Spanish as if it still cost her. We laughed three of us at the pomp of the event and since I had religious education as a child I dared to ask Trinidad about being a novice.
Karina listened to the noise of her cellular phone, one of those Motorola Startak she carried with her, read a message and said she was going home and would be back soon. We left Trinidad chatting alone until Karina returned and joined us in conversation.
I told them I would leave the city in two days to follow another province in the north and then return to my city. I mentioned how boring it was to stay in a city and not know the night, expecting Karina to offer since I didn't expect anything from Trinidad. Not. It made sense to ask, not just because I had a vote of chastity but also because her innocence when speaking and knowing how conservative and repressed her country is, added to the fact that she must have entered service very young, gave me a sure sign that she was a virgin and didn't know anything about sex, sexuality. A dead end, I thought. Better to put Karina's cards on the table, but everything ended up in a pleasant conversation for that night.SECRET MEETINGTo the next day I woke up because my phone was ringing. The hotel concierge told me they had left a message for me. Reluctantly, I went down to the lobby and they gave me a letter. I thought it strange, who writes letters today? There was a phone number written in exquisite feminine handwriting on the paper, which for some reason had a special aroma.
I took out my cell phone (a Nokia of those unbreakable ones) and called, and on the other end was Trinidad's unmistakable voice and accent. She said she'd like to chat with me for a bit, but with certain discretion, I proposed a coffee and she said it wasn't convenient for her. She preferred a more private place and it had to be that day.
I felt like James Bond on a secret mission, so I told her to come by the hotel. After a few seconds of silence and a long breath, she agreed.
Two hours later, as I'd indicated, she appeared with dark glasses, a visor hat, jeans, and a windbreaker type jacket, and a folder full of papers. I greeted her like a stranger and we sat down in the lobby in a part that wasn't visible from outside.
She was nervous, almost trembling. Then I understood that even all these precautions (and terrible disguise) were still not discreet enough for her, so I invited her to my room where we could chat more quietly.THE SECRETMy room was like a suite, with a living area with sofas that separated the bedroom so we sat down. She offered me something to drink from the fridge, as neither of us drank alcohol, so we opened a can of Coca Booty.
She said: 'Last night when we talked and you asked about my country, I saw in your eyes that you knew, that you had read what's happening there. I hope it doesn't bother you if we talk like this' (she said speaking in English).
I replied in English: 'No problem. Yes, I have knowledge of having seen news. I know what's going on there. I suspect you had a quite conservative and oppressive childhood'
She told me: 'The church is the only thing that saved me, but everything has a price.'
I looked at her without fully understanding.
She took out a letter from her pocket. She said:
'This is the first and last letter I'll write to my family. I want you to transcribe it and send it anonymously by email to my mother'.
I opened my eyes wide. I didn't want to ask what was going on, suddenly I started feeling uncomfortable.
I said: 'If Trini, count on me'. I suspected that being a nun in the middle of nowhere had a complex explanation but I didn't think it would be so serious...
She said: 'When you transcribe the letter, you'll understand everything. I ask you not to disclose this because it could be dangerous for me and my family'
I guarded the letter with infinite care, nodding. This time even a little fear crept in, I confess, not every day do you find yourself with information that puts someone else's life at risk.
She stood up, I did too. She stayed frozen for a second with her hand on her mouth.
She whispered: 'There are many sacrifices we must make in life, but our decisions define us'
My face was completely confused, I imagine, because she added:
'God didn't give me the chance to be a mother' And that put me in danger over there. Many gave everything so I could have a future, and many sacrifices await me in the future but I want to ask you something more. I nodded, almost ecstatic about the depth of her concepts.
She looked at me and said: “I want to be kissed”.The Kiss
We both froze for a few seconds in front of that sentence. He took a step towards me and put his lips on mine, the rod between my arms and I reciprocated the same. I could feel his heart beating stronger, his breathing becoming agitated as it escaped from his nose like air from a volcano. His pupils were fixed on mine, and I said: 'Whatever you want, don't have to ask me'. She hugged me and started kissing me more passionately, my hands went down to her waist, perhaps never before caressed by another man (and maybe never again by anyone) and I led her to the room.IN THE BEDI recosted her on the bed with infinite delicacy. She closed her eyes, her arms were stiff beside her body and timidly parted her legs. Perhaps hoping that the furry beast would mount her like a demon from Dracula, but I didn't want her to have an experience like that.
I lay down next to her, and with the tip of my finger began to explore her skin. She opened her eyes and found mine. Confused, since this didn't match her idea of sex. Then I started taking off her clothes, caressing her and making soft movements on her skin, my lips tracing from her neck to the tips of her feet.
When she was naked, let me tell you that I was impressed by her delicate curves. Hard breasts, pointed nipples and a beautiful and fleshy vulva. I slowly descended to her navel and could see her entrails trembling in anticipation of penetration, but with my tongue I explored her lips and clitoris.
She emitted a surprised cry, put her hand on her own mouth in surprise and another on my neck, and for a good while I was drinking from her beautiful pink vulva. Her orgasm came with a sob, surprised by herself she started asking for forgiveness because she couldn't stop crying. I told her it was normal, every woman has her own reaction, and something new always surprises. Slowly I got up and made her sit on the bed. My penis remained in front of her in all its pulsing veins. I touched her lips with my finger and opened her mouth, inserting the tip of my penis into her.
His inexperience led me to feel his teeth on my penis, it hurt a bit and I told him let's try another position. She costed over me in the 69 position, now my mouth was over her clitoris and I said: “do the same as I do”. I licked her pubic area and she did the same with the tip of my penis. I opened my mouth with suction so that her clitoris would stretch and she caught on to the idea and started sucking my cock very delicately.As we were doing it faster, she was putting more of my penis in her mouth, and when she got a slap on the butt she threw herself forward and all my cock went into her throat, she started coughing and I laughed: “you're doing well, heart”
(from here on the images are illustrative)I was getting to know her rhythm little by little, and then after she had two more orgasms I told her that it was coming and that she should swallow well. She took it as an order because she grabbed my cock like it was a hose and when my semen started coming out she swallowed it and kept swallowing until she couldn't anymore.
We both remained ecstatic, she changed positions and I took her in my arms. She put her head on my chest and with her hand softly caressed my penis.
She said: 'I didn't think it would be like this. I feel like you're leading me by the hand and taking care of me a lot. Thank you'.
I could feel my penis getting hard again, she looked at it. I hugged her and laid her on top of me, since she's small and very light I was able to fit my penis in the entrance of her wet pussy. Her body was sweating and with her eyes looking at me with infinite fear.
The head of my penis entered her smoothly and without resistance, she took my face with her hands and kissed me as if saying goodbye to life and wishing me luck. I put my hands on her hip and slowly slid her down towards the bottom, my stiff penis piercing her. She let out a scream, and I felt the resistance, there was her virginity resisting. I stopped and caressed her cheek.I kissed her and she pushed herself down so that my penis could open her up, a cry of pleasure emerged and she started to sob. Her body began to tremble again, and her breathing stopped for a second. In one movement, I took her legs and positioned them so that she could sit on me, and I sat up. She went further down and my penis entered her even more. My lips went to her breasts and I started kissing them at the rhythm of her breathing, and her hip instinctively began making uncoordinated movements. My hands lowered and I grabbed her by the backside, with my force making her move correctly, synchronizing with her breathing.
The gasps of a woman, or a slut, started arriving for the first time and became deafening. I put my fingers in her mouth so that she would suck them (that way she wouldn't scream).
My penis had become EXTRA HARD at this point, it doesn't always happen but maybe the situation, what's forbidden, her virginity, wasn't.
The thing is that my penis hurt, the skin of it was pulling me like I was going to burst (and it hurt until the next day). I positioned her legs on my shoulders, she was surprised with fear of falling, but my arms were holding her, while my penis was in her, I wasn't going anywhere.
My penis was burying itself even deeper in her, now her hands were on my head and I had her encased uniquely, when her rhythm accelerated and I saw her orgasm exploding, I let my penis fill her with semen like a spring.
She opened her eyes, a mix of surprise and horror at feeling herself suspended in the air by my arms and my penis while Everything in her was filled. We both remained looking at each other, sharing an eternal gasp. I reclined her beside me, and she lay down on her stomach.
She tried to say something in Spanish or English, but her head was spinning.
I caressed her for a while, giving her a gentle massage on her back to relax her. Going down to her legs, her tiny ass instinctively lifted up like a cat. Now I could see that she was all wet, her skin glistening with sweat. My hands went to her butt, separated it, and I put my tongue in her anus. Her hands buried themselves in the pillow, and she bit the pillow.
She kept lifting her Booty until she was kneeling with her head buried in the pillow. Her anus opened and closed at the rhythm of her orgasm... from a quick movement, I got up and presented my penis to it, a push and I opened her butt. She screamed in surprise and complained. Are you going to give it to me that way too? Her tone was half-question, half-supplication. I could have stopped, but I gave her a hard slap on the ass, and she grabbed my body with her hands by the side, inviting me to enter. Soon my penis was caroling inside her anus. I put her hand on her clitoris, and she started touching herself, putting in one finger and then two, while my penis opened her up like a chainsaw cutting down a tree.
Soon the year of semen spilled out and I fell on her exhausted. My penis was slowly coming out as the last drops were gushing out of her delicious ass. I reclined next to her. My penis couldn't give more, neither could I. She sat with her pubic area in my face and continued giving me oral sex for a good while. When she was satisfied, she noticed my penis getting hard again and took her mouth to it, this time taking all of my semen like an expert. She lay between my arms and we fell asleep for a bit. Finally, we parted ways, both sore but with the satisfaction of having given it our all. I saw her again years later as a nun. We had a trivial conversation, she behaved like a total religious, but our gazes had a conversation full of intrigue.THE SECRETFinally I have to say that I wrote the email and sent it from a Yahoo mailbox I never used again. Apparently she bid farewell to her mother, but let her know she survived the escape from her country and was now an adult in good health. There was no information about what danger there was, because they took the daughter away without the mother, or what happens if someone knows she was at a convent in my country. I can tell the story because since last year she's no longer in the country, it's one of the thousands of nuns around the world who let me give her a unique night. Maybe we'll cross paths again someday, for now we only write emails from an anonymous account.I invite you to know my other Stories
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