Chapter 2

Both sister Veronica and sister Maria were taking a week off from their nightly fund raising efforts at the local Girly Bar with their show stopping routines of anal agility with their robes pulled up to their waistline and with their goodies all outstanding and proudly taking it all the way up inside in the name of supreme submissiveness.

They raised additional funds by selling fifteen minute segments of their time. The fact that they were usually down on their knees and not praying was of little consequence since this was a location of much more intensive passion of a carnal nature. The fact that they were real nuns was not known to either the owners or the other girls giving their all for the sex-deprived male community of sinners and other perverts with dirty thoughts in their minds and with lots of time on their hands to copulate with the performers providing they had the right amount of cash to pay the fee.

The weekly contributions of funds collected for the parish was in the thousands of dollars each and every week. Without their efforts the entire operation to save souls would have been wasted and ended in failure before it had a chance to take root and sustain its existence with other sources of income from other projects.

Sister Veronica was on stage one night raising a lot of much-needed cash for the emergency food for hungry children program when she spied a familiar face in the audience. Her heart started to beat faster because it was the good-looking young priest from the French speaking part of Canada that heard her confession weekly in the little chapel behind the convent reserved for things like penance and contrition. She knew him by his name of Father Andre and had several indecent thoughts about what he had hidden under his robes when she tried her best to sleep at night in her lonely little cell.

She felt comfortable in confessing her wanton behavior all in the name of a good purpose in securing funds for their outreach programs for the poor and disadvantaged. The reason why she felt at ease in revealing the dark side of her personality to the handsome young priest was because she knew he was struggling to understand the unfamiliar English language and he had a pleasant smile no matter how dirty or filthy her sins that he confessed. She felt safe that he would forgive her for her sins and that he would only administer her penance with her robes still left in place and not pulled up like Father Andrews or Father Byrnes would do just to see the humiliation on her face as they swatted her backside with the official penance paddle.

She had come to the conclusion that the French speaking priest had assumed that all of her most mortal of sins were expression of her internal thoughts and not actual reality as she had related them in the difficult to understand English language. When she spoke of opening her mouth wide to take the long thick cocks inside until they spurted their seeds of sin deep into her waiting belly, he assumed she was talking about her fantasies and not actual actions she had taken in the course of her employment at the Girly bar.

Veronica frantically tried to signal Sister Maria that their cover was blown by the visiting priest but the girl was down on all fours pretending complete indifference to being impaled by a sailor in his white uniform riding her backside and spanking her bottom with both hands like she was a disobedient animal that needed to be trained properly. The boy had an oversized cock that delighted the audience and Sister Veronica could see the nun from Tijuana was on that final homestretch to a happy ending with a fantastic orgasm that would bring down the house with her screams of pure joy.

She went over to Father Andre and told him to follow her to one of the private rooms in the back where the girl gave a private fifteen minute performance for additional fees that were calculated on the depth of depravity required for a happy ending for the client.

Veronica paid the houseman with her own money because she was reluctant to ask the priest for money because it would brand her a whore in his eyes forever with no need for further translation.

The houseman told Father Andre the basic rules, “No ass fucking unless the girl is willing to bend over for you. You must use a condom at all times that you are penetrating unless it is in the mouth and the girl gives the OK. Spanking, slapping with an open palm, and groping are all fine but absolutely no choking, gagging or spitting into the girl’s mouth are permitted without prior permission.”

She felt certain the priest didn’t understand a word the houseman was saying because he motioned the sign of the cross over him and touched his shoulder which was not appreciated by the security guard because he was of the atheistic persuasion and not into religion of any sort.

Sister Veronica tried her best to communicate with the priest but he just smiled and held her hand like a long lost friend reunited at the last moment. The guard looked in the door and she quickly shed her robe and sat on Father Andre’ lap kissing him flush on the lips.

Veronica was surprised when the young priest automatically opened his lips and gave her the deepest French kiss she had ever had. Her guess was that he had probably done it since birth with all sorts of females and it was second nature to him by now.