“Amen,” Minister Rose bellowed out.
A chorus of “Amen” echoed through the church in response.
I saw Eve, with her mother, and couldn’t help but smirk at the reality that they, like me, were cocksucker’s for Troy’s cock.
“And what about you, my son?” The minister asked Troy.
“Well, Coach was an inspirational leader for the team and found a way to make our diverse group into one team. But his dedication and unwavering loyalty and willingness to go that extra mile for us was what took us over the top,” Troy answered, before adding, “Of course, Coach also led through worship.”
My face went red and I glanced at Ashley who couldn’t help but smile at the true intent of his words.
“Any last words, Coach,” Minister Rose asked.
I don’t know why I said it, but the words came out of my mouth anyway, “Well it was definitely a LONG, HARD journey and I came to learn lots about myself and the power of being on my KNEES and worshipping the great wonder of God.”
“Hallelujah,” Minister Rose said, and the whole congregation followed. I glanced again at Ashley who was barely holding in her laughter at the irony of what the congregation was really celebrating.
Once the service was done, “I ended up face to face with Troy’s dad, Mr. Brown. He began, “Way to go, Coach.”
“Thanks,” I said, assuming he meant yesterday’s state victory and not deep-throating his son’s cock, which was, in my opinion, just as impressive as winning the championship.
“We are all very impressed with how you managed the team and got the most out of them,” Troy’s dad said.
“It was great working with your son,” I replied. “He has really come into his own.”
“We would love to have you over one day this week,” Mr. Brown surprised me.
I stammered, fearful of being at their house with Troy, and with Rhianna, causing me anxiety, “U-u-um, sure.” I didn’t want to agree, but what was I going to say, ‘Sorry, I don’t want to because I am scared you will find out that I am just one of your son’s personal cocksuckers and my girlfriend is your daughter’s submissive as well?’
Mrs. Brown then corrected him, “It will have to be the week after, we’re heading to the cabin on Wednesday.”
Mr. Brown nodded, “Right. Ok, the week after. How about Tuesday? Do we have anything going on next Tuesday?” He looked at his wife.
She checked her phone. “No, we’re free.”
“Not anymore,” Mr. Brown said, “We will make it a team celebration. Coach please invite the rest of your coaches and Troy will make sure the team all knows.”
“Sure,” I agreed, suddenly relived as I assumed I was pretty safe with that many people there.
Ashley squeezed my hand as we said our goodbyes and after a few more congratulatory words from other members of the church, we returned to the car where Ashley burst out laughing. “Long and hard?” She asked.
“Well it was,” I replied smiling.
“I need something long and hard too,” she smiled back, before adding, “Home, James.”
My cock hard, I drove as fast as possible while generally following the laws of the road.
Once at her place, we devoured each other. She pushed me against the wall and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I returned with my tongue to join hers as we explored every inch of each other’s mouths while she unbuttoned my shirt and I just allowed my hands to roam.
Breaking the kiss, her urgency was apparent, as she fell to her knees and fished my cock out from my trousers. “Tell me about your trip to the bathroom,” she said, before taking my cock in her mouth.
As she hungrily bobbed back and forth, I retold the story of being face-fucked in the bathroom and the facial I received. She moaned a couple of times, clearly turned on by my submission to black cock, as she deep-throated me.
“I’m getting close,” I warned, always the gentleman.
Her hand went to my ass and I wasn’t surprised when her finger penetrated me, although this time she pumped her finger in and out, instantly triggering an orgasm as I shot my cum down Ashley’s throat. I pondered what it would feel like to have a real cock in my ass; the erotic sensation of her finger fucking my ass was thrilling, would Troy‘s thick cock be even more pleasurable? Yet, the idea of Troy’s mammoth snake still scared the shit out of me (pun intended).
Getting off her knees, she grabbed my hand, led me to her bedroom, a place we seldom ever actually fucked, and lifted up her skirt and offered me her perfect pussy pie. “Do you want to hear about my bathroom adventure?”
“Is your pussy perfect?” I asked as an answer.
“Why yes it is,” she smiled, falling onto her bed as her hand slowly rubbed her engorged clit. “Can you lick and listen?”
“I am not much of a multi-tasker, but this is one I think I can handle,” I smiled, as I crawled between her legs and began licking her already very wet pussy.
“So when I got to the bathroom there was a sign that said closed for cleaning which relaxed me a bit as the fear of getting caught, usually a turn-on, wasn’t as exciting while at church. Yet, I couldn’t deny obeying Rhianna’s order had my cunt wet and there was no way I wasn’t going to meet her in the bathroom sign or no sign. Anyway, I got in the bathroom, and Rhianna was there, sitting on the counter.
“Hi, slut,” Rhianna smiled.
“Hi, Mistress,” I replied.
“Hungry?” She asked, opening her legs.
“Famished,” I answered, walking to her.
“This unfortunately, needs to be a dine and go,” Rhianna smiled, adding, “Otherwise mom will come looking for me.”
“Understood,” I nodded, as I dropped to me knees, not even thinking about getting caught my hunger to taste her overriding any fear, I went between her legs and directly to her cunt.
As I licked, she moaned, “You are such an eager white girl.”
I took her clit in my mouth in response.
I licked, probed and sucked her cunt, desperate to make her cum, to taste her fountain of juice again. “Shit, slut, you have a wicked little tongue.”
I smiled at the compliment all the while continuing to lick.
A minute later, she moaned “Are you ready to be baptized as a nigger pussy slave?”
The words so nasty and so hot, I mumbled, “God, yes” my pussy leaking at the thought of being her slave.
Knowing she was close, I sucked on her swollen clit even as I swirled my tongue around it. Her legs stiffened, she grabbed my head and my face was flooded with my sexual submission baptism. I eagerly lapped her cum as if it was holy water.
Once her orgasm subsided, she asked, letting go of my head, “Does my slut accept the terms of her white slave baptism?”
I looked up, eager to agree, yet worried at the full breadth of such an admission. I stammered slightly, “W-w-what does it entail?”
She smiled down at me and answered, “Complete obedience to all black women.”
“All?” I asked, wanting this to remain a secret.
“Yes, through your baptism you accept that you are a white slave to all black pussy, no matter how young or old?” She reiterated, before adding, “Of legal age of course.”
“Oh,” I said, my trepidation obvious.
“Don’t worry, nigger lover,” she smiled, “I won’t be sharing you with every black girl in town, you just have to accept that you crave submission to black cunt and you can’t resist, like all white women, the chance to serve and obey black women.”
When she put it that way it just made sense, as absurd as that is to say, and I agreed, “I accept by baptism to be a slave to all black Mistresses.”
“Unconditionally?” She asked, her eyebrow raised.
“Without hesitation,” I agreed.
“Good girl,” she purred, before adding, “Now crawl to the last stall. It is time to test your vow.”
My face went red and my eyes big as my body trembled with insecurity.
“Go now, my slut,” she ordered, firmly.
“Yes, Mistress,” I agreed, getting onto all fours as I began crawling to the stall noticing there was someone sitting on the toilet seat.
I paused briefly, the reality of my predicament becoming crystal clear, before I crossed yet another invisible line and entered the stall.
“Slave Ashley meet my aunt, Big Rosie from Boston,” Rhianna introduced.
My face burned as I looked at a large black woman, sitting on the toilet, her legs already spread wide.
She smiled, “Well hello, nigger lover, come in here, and get your treat slut.”
If a redder shade was possible, I went it, as I obeyed this complete stranger’s order and crawled between her legs, her scent the strongest of any pussy I have ever tasted. Yet, it drew me in, the musky sweetness short circuiting my brain and turning me into the pleasure slave I`ve become.
Rhianna called out, “I am told Aunt Rosie has the best tasting cunt of any women.”
My tongue extended, I got my first taste of the large woman’s pussy and it was like drinking the Champagne of champions. The taste was indescribable; tangy and sweet, I was in awe of her perfection. No longer caring about anything other than bathing in the pure sexual submission, intoxicating scent and addictive taste, I began licking like a woman who has finally found her true calling.
Rosie laughed, “You like my nectar, white girl?”
I replied, so drawn in by her scent, her taste, “I never want to leave from this position.”
Her laugh echoed around me, loud and rambunctious, “You really got a live one this time, Rhianna.”
“I know, she is a great addition to my harem of white slaves,” Rhianna said, nervous at being just another notch on the wall. I don’t like competition, unless I win of course, thus I wanted to be her best slave, her first choice to please her.
“She is very eager,” Big Rosie moaned, my tongue beginning to have an impact on her.
“That she is,” Rhianna concurred, her voice louder now, assumedly right behind me watching me eat her aunt’s cunt.
“I may have to bring her to Boston for a weekend and bring her to Le Chateau Club,” Rosie said, talking about me as if I wasn’t there.
“Not unless you take me like you promised,” Rhianna countered.
“Well, why don’t you have your new slut prove her worth by driving you up to see your auntie for a weekend?” Big Rosie suggested.
Rhianna sounding suddenly like the eighteen year old she was and not the sophisticated Domme seductress replied all giddy, “Really Aunt Rosie, are you serious?”
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