“Shit, Coach, if I had known how big a cocksucker you were, I would have been filling you up daily,” Troy chuckled as he pulled away from me.
My face went red with shame at the obvious humiliation of his words. The cum on my face just adding another level of shame to my complete submission to him.
He reached for his phone and I went to cover my face.
“Don’t you dare, Cocksucker,” Troy warned his tone surprisingly firm. “This isn’t for blackmail, I don’t need to resort to such things to shoot my load down someone’s throat. No this is for memory; I keep a facial pic of my first time with every cocksucker.”
“Please don’t,” I protested.
“Look up at me or you will never get this cock again,” Troy threatened.
The thought of never having him in my mouth, never getting a full load of his sweet seed, was impossible to imagine so I obeyed his demand looking up at his phone.
“I thought so,” Troy said, snapping the picture. “No one has been able to resist coming back for seconds and you, Coach, have been the most eager I have ever had.”
Again shame filled me as I sat on my knees, my face covered with his cum.
Troy looked on the floor and pointed, “There is a bit on the floor if you are still hungry.”
Yet again without hesitation, my humility no longer relevant, I bent down and licked his cum off the dorm room floor, ignoring the thought of what else might have been on that floor.
When I sat back up, his cum taste lingering in my mouth, I was staring at Troy’s still completely erect cock.
Troy shrugged, “What can I say, I’m eighteen, I usually shoot four or five loads a day. Most ending up on someone’s face or in someone’s mouth, I hate to waste it.”
I stared at his black cock, the thought of there being another load in his balls for me, had my mouth again watering.
“You can have seconds if you want, Coach Cocksucker,” Troy offered, watching me amused from his dominant position standing before me.
Again, my mind thinking with only my hunger to please, I leaned forward and took his cock back into my mouth. I returned to slow back and forth movements until Troy ordered, “Suck my balls, coach.”
My lips wrapped around his cock like a suction cup, I moved slowly back until there was a loud pop as his cock head escaped my lips.
“Shit,” Troy groaned, “you are better and more eager than most of my white bitches.”
Before I had time to stop myself, I quipped back, “I aim to please.”
Troy chuckled back, “As do I.”
I used my tongue and slithered slowly down his long pulsing shaft, before reaching his balls. I paused briefly unsure where to start, before opening my mouth and taking his black bag in my mouth as I searched, and quickly found, one of his balls. I sucked on it awkwardly for a few seconds, before retrieving the other one and replicating the odd attention.
Returning back to his monster cock, I again slid my tongue up his cock as if I were licking the biggest, most delicious Popsicle ever. Once back to his mushroom top, I swirled my tongue around savouring the opportunity to worship Troy’s perfect cock.
Long and hard, I briefly wondered what it would feel like in my ass, but just as quickly I pushed that thought out realizing just how thick he was.
I again took his stiff missile in my mouth and returned to slow bobbing, in no hurry to get him off, revelling in the majesty of his hypnotic black cock.
As I continued back and forth bobs, Troy brought Ashley up again. “So is your girlfriend going to succumb as easily to Rhianna as you did to me?”
His cock left my mouth as I answered, not wanting to give him any insider information about Ashley’s weakness for black women, “I don’t know.”
As he tapped my nose with his rock hard cock, he said, “I think you do. If you want my cock regularly I expect you to be completely obedient.”
I sighed. Was I willing to sell out Ashley to be allowed to suck a student’s cock? A couple weeks ago such a question would have been absurd, yet there I was on my knees, staring at the black missile directly in front of me considering exactly that. As I pondered my answer, I was confident that Ashley would not be angry I revealed such personal information.
“Answer me, Cocksucker, or I will get Eric in here to finish what you started,” Troy demanded with a threat.
“She wouldn’t put up much resistance,” I revealed, his stiff rod all I could focus on. I wanted it, no I needed it, back in my mouth.
“Is she bi?” He asked.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Delicious,” Troy said, the smile on his face already thinking about future plans.
Deciding I should make it clear that he would never get her, at least I hoped she wouldn’t succumb to him, although I was hoping she would succumb to his sister, I explained, “Ashley and I have agreed that same sex play isn’t cheating.”
“Really?” Troy said, sliding his cock back into my waiting mouth. “So you can suck cock, or get sucked by another guy or take it up your ass or fuck another guy’s ass and it isn’t cheating?”
He pulled his cock out so I could answer.
“We have never talked about whether I could have a man suck me off or if I could f-f-fuck another guy,” I explained.
“Shit,” Troy laughed, “This is even more interesting than I could have imagined.”
He filled my mouth again with his juicy member as he continued, “So she has given you permission to suck another guy?”
Again, pulling out so I could speak.
“Kind of, it is one if her fantasies,” I admitted, realizing instantly the mistake I had just made, accidentally setting up a lot of potential situations.
“Hmmmmm,” he smiled, “Does she know about your hunger to suck me off?”
“No,” I answered, “but she knows I saw you with Eve.”
“Interesting,” Troy said.
“And she saw you and your sister leave the room at church after Eve,” I added.
“That was crazy, watching Eve’s first time with a girl while at church was pretty hot,” Troy said.
The thought of him watching his sister be pleasured by Eve was strange.
Noticing my quizzical expression, he laughed, “I didn’t join in. Sis and I just like to share sluts sometimes.”
He shoved his cock back in my mouth and began fucking my face again, this time rougher and deeper, having me choke on occasion as it reached new depths in my mouth. “So Ms. Grisham wants to watch you suck cock?”
I moaned on his cock in response when he didn’t give me the opportunity to speak.
“And you want to make her fantasy come true?” Troy asked.
Again I moaned in the affirmative.
“That can be arranged,” Troy promised, his tone implying he already had a plan in mind.
He continued fucking my face as he asked, “So, Ashley is allowed to munch cunt and it isn’t cheating?”
Again I moaned in agreement.
“But taking my cock in her white cunt would be cheating?” Troy continued.
All I could do was moan in reply as I focused on not gagging as he shoved his cock so deep into my mouth I could feel his balls hit my chin.
“Fuck, I love your mouth, Coach,” Troy grunted, as he continued fucking my face, his hands in my hair keeping me immobilized and completely at his mercy, tears rolling down my eyes as I gagged on occasion. He promised, “A mouth I plan to use often.”
I worried briefly about keeping this humiliating submission a secret, yet I knew I would be back on my knees in a heartbeat if given the opportunity. Although I didn’t remotely want to be sucked off by a guy and I didn’t have the remotest interest in fucking a guy, since I already had the perfect woman to please me with her mouth, pussy and ass, yet sucking black cock was irresistible to me.
There was no more talking as Troy continued to assault my mouth, his breathing getting heavier, until I heard a grunt and a second later I felt a spray of cum hit the back of my throat. I eagerly swallowed his cum as shot after shot spurted into my mouth and down my throat. His full load in my mouth, unlike the small taste I got during the facial, fulfilled my hunger, the taste unlike anything I had ever tasted. A mixture of salty sweet and a lingering tang that was inexplicable had me wanting more, even after every last drop had been shot from his cannon.
Pulling out, Troy asked, “Did you enjoy becoming my cocksucker, coach?”
“Yes,” I admitted, my shame fading rapidly; rather than quenching my appetite for my student’s impressive cock, my hunger had only grown.
“And you want more?” Troy asked, already knowing the answer.
“YES,” I replied without hesitating, my urgency scaring me a bit.
“You know I plan to take your ass, Coach,” Troy said, as if it had already been decided.
“I don’t know,” I hesitated, the thought intriguing, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to cross that line so soon after my first submission.
“Next time, I take your ass, coach,” Troy stated, his tone brooking no argument.
“Can I just suck you again?” I pleaded, hardly believing the words as they left my mouth.
“Oh, you will,” Troy promised.
“I am not ready for… that,” I said, turned on by the thought of submitting to him so completely, but not ready to admit it, even to myself.
As Troy grabbed some sweats and pulled them up, his finally shrinking cock disappearing from view. “It is a natural progression, Coach. First white men dream of sucking black cock, then you become the cocksucker you so desperately longed to be, then, inevitably, you eagerly submit your ass. You won’t be able to deny your hunger for black cock, ass slut.”
The term ‘ass slut,’ for some reason, was even a bigger slap in the face to my manhood and pride than the plethora of times he had called me cocksucker. My cock tightened.
I didn’t answer, suddenly feeling vulnerable, his dried cum weighing heavily on my face.
“Tell ya what, Coach,” Troy said, as he fell onto his bed. “If we win tomorrow, I get your ass next weekend; if we lose I will let you decide when I fuck your white ass.”
A potential out available, where seconds earlier I was beginning to feel hopeless, I quickly took the olive branch of hope. “Ok, but only if we win.”
“Ok, what?” Troy asked, I realized instantly he wanted me to say it, suddenly feeling like I was in my own porn movie.
I let out the slightest hint of a sigh as I answered as he wanted me to, realizing I was exactly like the teacher in the porn movie Ashley had bought me that was responsible for my descent into gay submission, “If we win, my ass is yours.”
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