RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 443: Tainted Throes

All of it was off, and it was like a dream.

With the opening of the package, blood sealing the deal, I had awakened a starving beast.

Mirah’s nun robes were off, her pink undies on the other side of the room, and her bra being slowly loosened from around her breasts as she was serviced.

Just her sandals and veil remained on her body, and standing on all fours, she moaned with abandon as I rammed her hefty ass from behind.

We were no longer in the school, no.

I wasn’t looking to put my dick in her for some minutes and call it a day, I wanted to completely dominate the nun.

Very much invested in her reputation, I had Wanda drive us out of town and into the woods, and as the morning sun appeared, it met the sexually crazed woman, her cries echoing through the woods.

Smack!!

Smack!!

"You’re so tight," I grunted from behind, my hands on her waist, pulling on the great curves that led to her hips.

Hmm hmmm!

Mirah couldn’t reply, she just let out messy cries and after some more minutes passed. Her hands gave up and her face crashed to the ground, resting on the blanket I had placed below us.

Later, when Mirah woke up, her lust satisfied, I was sure she would be stunned at how she could have been so loose. What she thought would at most end in a fuck in her office had ended in a heavy pounding.

Few people in the current age lost their virginity out under the sky, and even fewer nuns had this accolade.

Shmcuk!!

Shmcuk!! 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Mirah’s little sister did not lack for lubrication. My gaze went past her large rear, its texture fair and smooth, and I looked at my cock as it slid in and out of her, parts of it covered in a white liquid and the other glistening.

The sight fanned the flames already burning in me, and I moved my hand forward, grabbing her veil and pulling it off.

Long black hair fell forward, and grabbing it, I pulled, making her let out a sharp cry, my grunts echoing through the forest as my waist swung even harder.

The pleasure was incredible, not just from the pussy, but the knowledge that I was devouring the cunt of a woman so righteous she became a saint.

Even as my balls tingled, signaling the arrival of the third load that would be dumped in the woman, I still found the current scenario unbelievable.

"I’m tainting the church’s holy saint."

The thought served as a trigger, and groaning, I reached my peak, all my nerves firing signals of pleasure, loads of my seed shooting out of my cock.

I let out heavy breaths as my body calmed, the tension which had gripped it fading.

"Anghh!! more, don’t stop"

On her own, Mirah moved her rear back and forth, fucking my dick. She had orgasmed several times since we began, yet she was still hungry.

"You’ll get your more, baby."

Holding her waist, I flipped Mirah around. She was on her back, her legs spread before me.

"You have a lot of stamina," I commented, looking at Mirah, recognizing a bit of intelligence in her gaze.

"I exercise," she shivered, looking on as I rubbed the tip of my dick over her snatch.

"Is that so?" I slowly slipped my cock in.

Mirah might not have been sublimed by faith energy, but her beautiful skin and healthy stamina were not simple.

I started slow, holding Mirah’s thick thighs, enjoying their feel in my arms, and the system popped up.

[While it is unfortunate that you cannot make Mirah Albenon a slave, it is best you make her a sugar baby, a very loyal one.

Helping her grow into her full potential and then impregnating her will bestow you with very lucrative rewards in the future.

If she can reach even half her potential, she will be valued more than even Marth Taylor.]

[Ding!!

In finding Mirah Albenon and successfully seducing her, you have pleased the system and earned its favor.

Your debt to the system has been waived.]

[Ding!!

Punishment loaded.

Punishment: Go to Delhi, Red Fort.

Time: January 13, 2003.]

I didn’t stop moving my waist, but for over a minute, my gaze was on the contents of the blue screen.

A few calls with no answer from the system and I gave up, looking down at Mirah, smirking as one of her breasts had already popped out from its coverings.

...

"There is a situation. I need you to come over."

The reply I got over the phone wasn’t soft, something about not being an Uber that could be placed on order.

"Then you should know this is very important."

The voice on the other side was not enthused, but I got a positive reply.

Echo!!

Making sure all was still in order, nobody sneaking and peeping, I lit up a cigar, smoking as I rested against a tree.

I was surprised when over thirty minutes went by and I still hadn’t seen my handler. I was just about to call when she appeared right in front of me.

I had put on my pants but was still bare up top. Chiara’s eyes briefly went to my chest, then focused on me, her tight features telling of her mood.

"A projection over such a distance isn’t something that can be done at whim. It takes expensive resources to initiate."

"Well, you better fix up quick, or technology will leave you in the dust."

My words confused Chiara, but I didn’t explain further. Instead, I pointed behind us, making the woman turn, her eyes immediately widening and mouth partially parting.

"Interesting," I thought to myself, observing the limitations of Chiara’s projection, its initial invincibility crumbling.

The sex had been wild. I had fucked Mirah through the afternoon till she passed out, her hole filled, and now she lay deep asleep, Chiara and I looking down at her.