Gloria's Temptation

By Amy Clark

Gloria needs money. She's made some bad choices, and now she's on probation. How does she get off ? And does she get off ? She's got so many hot distractions, and so little time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Clark
• Release date: Nov 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370496730

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Amy Clark 20,200 words.

Gloria’s Temptation

by Amy Clark

To those who refuse to give up, especially because they don’t know how. Giving up is overrated.

CHAPTER ONE

The Black Nun

David answered the doorbell. What was a nun doing on his doorstep? And a black one at that?

She was tall, lean, but she wore no makeup. Couldn’t see her hair, as it was covered by her habit. She was dark brown, with thick lips, long lashes, and a smooth complexion.

I’m with the sisters of Mercy. My name is Gloria. I want to talk to you.

About ?

We have a charity drive for our school, and I’m getting out in the neighborhood to know the neighbors, and see how we can work together.

What kind of work does one do with Sisters of Mercy ?

She looked him dead in the eye.

Can we talk about this inside ? It’s hot out here

She was bold, this one, and somehow she didn’t seem as boring as he would have expected.

Please come in. Can I get you some water, or soda, some beer?

Water would be great.

He got her a glass of water, and motioned to the couch. She sat heavily, like she’d been standing for a long time.

He looked at her properly. He could see some curve and some line. A tall girl was always hard to read, but it didn’t matter. She was a nun.

So David, what do you do with your spiritual life? Do you go to church?

Why do you assume I’m Christian ?

I’m not assuming, I’m asking. I’d like to know what else you believe if you aren’t Christian.

I don’t do anything. What do you do for fuck ?

Pardon me ?

I said what do you do for fuck ? You’re a person, I just met you, and I’m asking a question.

She looked at him and inhaled. She exhaled, looked up to the right, and inhaled again.

That’s not a nice question to ask a Nun you just met.

I notice you didn’t leave.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked a question.

I notice you haven’t answered.

You’re very observant.

We seem even.

I asked a question first.

I’m lapsed. Don’t go to church. Christian at last recollection though.

Well my vows mean sex isn’t part of my life.

How do you manage? Did you ever have sex before you joined the order ? How old are you ?

I didn’t come here to be interviewed, and we might do well to talk about my order’s work. We’re building a

He cut her off.

Why are you so impersonal ? Why are you refusing to make me comfortable with you ?

She inhaled sharply. He noticed there may be a bit more woman in that habit than he originally thought.

It’s hot in here. I’m going to take off my shirt. Do you mind ?

That’s fine.

He was muscular, six foot seven, blonde with defined muscles.

He caught her looking at his chiseled abs and half smiled.

They spoke about the order’s work, and after 20 minutes next to each other, there was a bit more comfort. She was originally from Detroit, and had moved to Chicago ten years ago, working in different neighborhoods.

She was laughing at a joke and leaned against him. Her shoulder felt firm. He started wondering again. He looked at her laughing, and wondered. Could there be a breasts there?

He had never fucked a black girl before. He cut to it.

I don’t think I can give your order money

But …..

He took his shorts off. She gasped. He was the size of a coke can around, and long. Uncut. Veiny. She couldn’t pretend she didn’t see him.

What is this about ? I I….I…I…

He held her hand.

You don’t need to talk.

His erection grew.

I just needed to feel more comfortable. Do you mind if we talk this way ?

She blinked. Looked straight in his eyes.

I’m not sure I feel comfortable.

He stood up.

I’m sorry, I’m just in my natural state. Is that a problem ?

Not a problem, but I’m human.

I’m just asking a question I asked before again. What do you do for fuck?

He was rock hard and red, almost purple. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He stood directly in front of her.

Or for suck ?

She lunged. Her lips were around his head, her hands around his butt, and she licked.

Unnnngh….don’t stop doing that

Her tongue was rough and wet, and her lips sucked his head, and took more of him in. She pulled his foreskin back, and sucked, applying pressure like she wanted to turn him inside out.

He grabbed the back of her head, and yanked her head piece off. Her hair was soft and short. He pushed him self further into her mouth. She took him all in, without gagging. She sucked so hard, but so wet, he felt he could go forever. She clearly had done this before.

She stood up. She was delicious, and had a firm, juicy body. He grabbed her ass, which was big yet firm. He found a clasp at the side of her skirt, and released it. He ripped off her tights, and felt her thick, hairy pussy against his cock. He reached down to stroke her, she was dripping.

I’m going to assume this isn’t your..

Shhhhhhh

She took off her cardigan and her shirt. He took her bra off. She was tall, flat stomached, and her breasts were the size of melons, which was a real pleasant surprise. Her breasts were firm, and her nipples were large, the size of toes. They were hard, and very dark brown. She smelled amazing, and if it were possible he got even harder. He sucked