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I'd spent several months touring Southeast Asia and had become fascinated by female monks. Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. Here's the wiki definition: The slave-wife (or “maid-wife”) is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.
Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.
Buddhism is a little more enlightened towards women than most ancient religions and becoming a monk is a fairly egalitarian thing. There are male and female monks and each are subject to strict moral, ethical and spiritual observances. There are a lot more rules for female monks, though, so the fantasy that I kept coming back to – sexually corrupting a female monk – was about the least likely fantasy out there; to take a woman who has had her sexuality almost trained out of her and, firstly, get close enough to build some kind of chemistry and then, secondly, transform that potential energy into a sexual encounter with a virgin who had devoted her life to ignoring the pleasure of the flesh. It was as close to impossible as I could get.
Acting out my fantasy consisted of trying (and failing) to catch and hold the eye of a Bhikkhuni to see if some hidden chemistry could be unlocked. They almost never looked up. When they did they sheepishly averted their eyes. At first I thought these were the coy ones but over time I realised they were the least likely corruptees.
In Thailand the Bhikkhuni wear pink robes and the majority I saw were much too young for my tastes. In Burma they were less prevalent but in Laos I stumbled across a place where women monks roam in larger numbers and appeared to me at least to be slightly freer to roam.
One day, after the usual failed attempts I sat on a wall after a strenuous climb up to a pagoda with many steps. On the way back down I'd caught something in the sole of my foot (you have to walk barefoot on pagodas) and I pulled out a fairly large thorn which left a small wound which started to bleed. I got out a kit I carried, cleaned the foot and stuck on a plaster. A Bhikkhuni I had passed on the way down and appeared to be in a rush was coming back down the steps. I remembered her partly because she had been carrying a large red package up the pagoda steps, partly because she had been alone (the only one to date) and partly because she had been the only Bhikkhuni to offer a faint smile as we passed on the steps. Although new at the time I hadn't given that last detail much thought.
As she approached the bottom of the steps I had that sixth sense of being watched. I looked up and she was looking right at me. I was sweaty and hardly a pretty picture but my shirt was clinging to my back showing the contours of my body. I looked up and stared straight back into her eyes. She approached the bottom of the steps and sat down opposite me to put on her sandals. They were slip-ons so sitting down wasn't necessary. I continued to look in her direction. She looked up from her sandals and again caught my eye. Something was happening.
Let me describe her for you. She was fairly tall for an asian girl. In her early 20s and, like all the other Bhikkhuni, she had a shaved head. I wouldn't say she was beautiful. The shaved head was jarring and her robes were designed to be as un-revealing as possible. That said, the way she was sitting I could see she had bigger boobs than your average asian girl. My guess at this stage would have been a C cup. She also had an ankle bracelet that seemed out of place with the aesthetic of being a monk. She had taken more care with her appearance than her teachings said she should.
We stared at each other for what seemed like an age but was probably only 20 seconds. We were lucky that it was just after sunset and were alone. I shifted my eyes from her eyes to her tits and back again. I did this twice to make it clear what I was thinking. She continued to stare.
I stood up and revealed to her that my trousers were straining against a growing erection. Her eyes left mine for the fist time and took in the outline of my dick. She looked back up at me and back to my cock once again. She lingered there for maybe 10 seconds.
I was almost giddy with the impossibility of it all. I broke all decorum which stipulated that a man should not approach, let alone touch a Bhikkhuni. I moved the 8 feet or so across to her and stood right there. I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my trousers. The intake of her breath was audible. I was so turned on that my dick pulsed hard, twice. Sheepishly at first she began to carress my cock through my trousers.
I looked around frantically for a place to take her. I was sure that someone would come along and deny us both this moment.
Maybe it was her Buddhist training in empathy or maybe it was her own desires licking in but she was thinking the same thing but one step ahead of me. She stood up, grabbed my hand and violently pulled me behind a shelving unit used to store visitors' shoes on the climb to the pagoda. She tugged at her lower robes in such a fashion that I could see a path straight to her pussy. I thrust in my hand and she closed her eyes.
I focused on her clit initially. She gulped air like a fish out of water. It must have been so new to her and yet so natural. I was shocked at how wet she became and the speed of it. She was dripping uncontrollably onto her robes. I had a sense at that point that she was a deeply sexual being denied the opportunity to experience what she was born to.
I ripped her lower robes from her body, dropped to my knees and pulled her leg over my shoulder. I buried my face in her pussy. I sucked at her lips, ran my tongue around the entirety of her. I sunk lower and pushed my tongue into her asshole. I moved back to her clitoris, took it gently between my teeth, sucked, lapped and consumed her like it was my last meal. She shuddered once, twice and then her legs almost collapsed from under her as she came. Only the leg over my shoulder prevented her from falling down.
Our lucidity returned and we realised we were not alone. From behind he shelves we heard others arriving to ascend the steps. We were not un-discoverable and a keen eye could see us from the street. Perhaps they already had?
I grabbed her arm and we rushed onto a nearby dirt track that ran behind a row of thatch roofed shops selling trinkets and cans of coke. After 15 metres the track spilt in two and we took the path headed up the hill into the dry and dusty wood that covered the site. After 50 metres we came across an out house that accompanied a water tank. Only the hum from the generator told us that the place was still used. We were alone.
My dick was throbbing hard and I needed satisfaction. I took her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. I motioned for her to undo my belt and trousers. My cock strained against the fabric. My trousers fell and all that remained were my boxer shorts. They were tight fitting and white. There was a large patch of pre-cum visible. She began to pull down the shorts. My erect cock was held downwards like a coiled spring waiting for the last bit of fabric to pass over the tip and release it. I pulled her head to one side of my cock, flush against my thigh and facing the still unreleased dick. From that perspective my cock finally sprung loose like a Jack-in-a-box. Again her intake of breath was audible. I did not have to move her to action. She began kissing the base of my shaft.
She did not know precisely what to do but she had clearly taken inspiration from the enthusiastic way I had eaten her out minutes before. She started gently enough but when I pulled my dick flush against my belly, exposing my balls, she went pretty hard for a first timer. I flinched but she didn't care and began greedily licking, sucking and pulling on my balls. I used two fingers to squeeze the pre cum building inside my dick up and along the shaft and out of the head. Enough had built up now that a couple of drops fell from the tip and onto my partner's chin in long, stringy gloops of see-through liquid.
She followed the sweetly salty strings of pre cum up my shaft and began to kiss the tip. She started wanking my shaft and her kisses began to envelope the head. I could feel her tongue beginning to explore the contours of the tip.
At this point I removed her hands from the shaft. She looked up and I stared intently at her as I placed both of my hands behind her ears and began to gently pull her down my shaft. She kept her lips sealed around me and each time that I pulled her head back towards the tip her tongue went into action lashing at the pulsing head. With each stroke I pulled her further down the shaft. At about the mid point we reached the farthest she could go without engaging her gag reflex. There we stayed for a minute but I'd noticed that she was now breathing comfortably through her nose and not removing her lips from the shaft for a second. As her confidence grew she looked up at me with clear eyes and I saw in her expression a determination to push on. I removed my hands from her head. If she was going to do this I was going to let her control the depth. She moved along the shaft and reached halfway. Her eyes winced a little but she closed them and pushed against the resistance towards the back of her throat.
Her head shot backwards with a reflexive gulping motion. Her gag reflex had kicked in. I let out a small laugh and she smiled herself. Without delay she took my cock in her mouth again and pushed herself down the shaft to the same point. This time she fought the reflex to pull away and instead I heard a big intake of breath through her nose. She was steeling herself for more.
My moans encouraged her. With each thrust that went deeper I began to feel the narrowing of her throat. Every centimetre more was intoxicating. Before long I could feel my dick reaching the back of her throat and my moans implored her for more. She was thrusting her head back and forth at some speed by this point. Finally she pushed through the barrier at the back of her throat and held me there. My engorged shaft disappeared completely and she pulled back and forth in a shallow but forceful motion, fucking my dick with the depths of her throat.
I wanted to finish there and then but I knew I had to take the chance to fuck this girl.
Her lack of make up meant that she was not as dishevelled as other girls who I had enjoyed throating my dick. I sat her on a low wall, lifted up her left leg, pulled her robes to the side and pressed my cock against her pussy lips. Entering her was like nothing before. Pushing against her lips I got the first sense of the warmth and wetness inside her. Her lips caressed the side of the head like a soft kiss. At the moment where I entered her I felt a sucking sensation, I looked up to see her eyes dancing behind her eyelids. I pushed and reached heavy resistance when my shaft was about to enter her. I wasn't sure if she could take my girth but she grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards her with one deep thrust. I felt the depths of her. She grinded against me with my full length inside of her. She braced herself with one hand behind my neck and the other out along the wall for balance. She rolled her hips as I pulled back and plunged deeply into her over and over.
I pulled at her upper robes and exposed her tits. Beneath the folds they had looked no more than a C cup but in the light of day they were pushing a D cup. They were free, there was no support bra, they hung down as any full breast should and slightly outwards. I was mesmerised by their motion, rolling in circles counter to one another and meeting in the middle at the top of our thrusts with a light clap. She had medium sized areolas but they were gorgeously pimpled. Her nipples were large and slightly downward facing. I loved these hidden gems and doubled over to take both of them in turn in my mouth. Playing with her nipples gently between my teeth, sucking and gorging on their fullness.
I spun her around so that she was bent over the low wall and began fucking her from behind. I'd noticed how she seemed to enjoy it earlier when I had briefly explored her asshole with my tongue. I figured that it was all new to her and she was just going with what felt good as opposed to what she had been told was right or proper. As I fucked her pussy from behind I massaged her asshole with my fingers, watching as it expanded and contracted with my thrusts inside her. She was leaning further and further over the wall, giving herself entirely to the moment. Her asshole relaxed as her pussy spasmed and her legs again buckled. This time the wall caught her weight as I continued to thrust into her contracting pussy.
The feeling of her cumming was too much and I let out a groan that told her I was close myself. After her orgasm some lucidity returned to her and she looked over her shoulder and shook her head telling me not to cum inside her. Instead, she reached back and grabbed my shaft, pulled it from inside her and slid it upwards towards her asshole and began rubbing it against her ring, using the pussy juices as lube and even pushing back slightly so that the tip pressed against her asshole. There was no time to push inside her and I started to fire hot ropes of cum up the small of her back as she continued to massage the head against her asshole. With each pulse the amount of cum reduced but it's thickness increased and by the end there was a translucent layer of cum shimmering in the light over her ass and long, white ribbons of sperm-filled spunk stretched up her back.
I blinked hard like a man coming round from unconsciousness. She pulled down her robes, covered herself and splashed her face with water from a bucket propped against the side of the building.
She placed her hands together, bowed her head slightly and walked away down the path towards the pagoda steps and her continuing life as a Bhikkhuni.
I wondered if I had corrupted her or she me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/2wqgf2/mf_the_corruption_of_a_bhikkhuni_a_female_monk