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DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey

By: silkstockingslover



Summary: Couple live out bisexual fantasies with dominant BLACK teens.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to TheOriginalAnonymous who suggested the idea and was a sounding board as this lengthy tale developed.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, LeAnn and TheOriginalAnonymous for their editing.

Note 3: EROTIC MOVIE SCENES WATCHED ARE IN BOLD ITALICS; flashbacks and dreams are just in italics.

WARNING: Although this is in the INTERRACIAL category, there is a fair amount of gay sex (white coach submitting to his 18-year-old star black basketball player) and lesbian sex (coach's outgoing sexually aggressive white girlfriend submitting to an 18-year-old black cheerleader and twin sister to the black basketball player) in the story. Yet, the story really is about a young couple's journey into interracial submission but in a loving, supportive way. That said, if gay sex, lesbian sex, interracial submission and nasty language offend you, please don't read any further.

In conclusion, the heart of the story is a very, very, very unorthodox love story...just with a lot of gay, lesbian and interracial sex.

I hope you enjoy...JASMINE

Couple's Bi-sexual DARK Desires

1. A BIG Surprise

It's funny how you never really see things coming until they hit you right in the face.

My life was about as normal as possible. I am thirty-two, still in great physical shape, and a basketball coach at one of the top ten high school basketball programs in Texas. I have a younger girlfriend who keeps me on my toes and in great shape from all the sex. She is a nymphomaniac and very adventurous. My first sexual encounter in public, my first blow job while driving, and my first time having anal sex have all been with Ashley. 

It wasn't like I didn't have lots of experience before Ashley, I was a basketball star in high school dating the prettiest cheerleader and getting plenty of sex with her. I had a scholarship to a college where I dated many hot coeds and since becoming a teacher I had bedded quite a few women before I met Ashley. I am gifted with a solid thick seven-inch cock that has impressed many of the ladies I have been with throughout the years. That said, even after an active sex life, being with Ashley made me realize that I had lived a rather vanilla sex life. I just assumed the girls in porn existed only in porn. Then I met Ashley.

I still remember our first meeting. We met at a bar, I was there with some buddies to watch the NCAA basketball playoffs, while she was there at a bachelorette party for a sorority sister of hers. She was nearing the end of her courses for a nursing degree at the time and was just finishing her residency. Her white pantyhose caught my eye, nylons being a weakness of mine. She quickly discovered this, and subsequently wore thigh high stockings for me on all our dates. She even surprised me one time on the carnival, showing me that she was going commando on the Tunnel of Love ride before riding me to a mutually enjoyable climax.

Besides being a sexual savant, she also loves basketball, understands the rules (rare for a woman in my experience), loves eighties pop music, is an avid reader and loves kids movies (although we eventually agreed to disagree on best animated film of all time: she is adamant it is Toy Story (which is a great choice), but I am just as adamant it is the rarely seen but equally brilliant Meet the Robinsons). 

As I was saying, you never really know at the time when a seed has been planted. For our one year anniversary, Ashley insisted that instead of going out, we would spend the night indoors. She also insisted that we only buy each other one present and it must be a sex present. I, of course, wasn't convinced that she was serious, so I bought her some very nice jewelry (I long ago learned diamonds are a girl's best friend), but also bought her a slutty school girl outfit complete with plaid skirt and knee high stockings...another fantasy of mine (teaching high school seniors is often torture when some of the girls come to class dressed in tight sweaters, short skirts or, on rare occasion, wearing pantyhose. It hasn't helped that I am still a pretty good looking guy, if I do say so myself and have had my fair share of pretty students imply that they were more than willing to cross the inappropriate line between teacher and student...thankfully I have been able to resist the temptation).

I came home from work with flowers (flowers being a necessity for any sort of anniversary) and was surprised to see my beautiful blonde girlfriend in a tiny apron, beige thigh highs, and nothing else. She asked seductively, "Are you hungry?"

I stammered, "F-f-famished."

"Good, I have your favourite," she smiled, lifting up her apron to reveal her trimmed, ready to eat, pussy. 

I love eating pussy. Some guys think it is disgusting, but to me it is just the gentlemanly thing to do. If I expected a blow job, I should be willing to give as well as receive.

Over time, I have gotten very good at it and, although most women loved my big cock, they loved my expert tongue even more. I loved to tease, get them revved up until they begged for release, or as in Ashley's case, she usually grabbed my head and fucked herself to orgasm on my face. Ashley looked prim, proper and sweet in public, but behind closed doors when her libido was running, which was almost always, she transformed into a powerful, insatiable nympho.

I moved to her and kissed her passionately. Breaking the kiss, I began to lower myself to her sweet nectar but she stopped me. "All in good time, my love. I really did make you your favourite meal."

We ate, my cock on constant alert, as we talked about basketball and this Friday's division championship game (a win and we would be going to the state championships in two weeks), about her crazy morning at the hospital (that included a women having quintuplets and a child swallowing a hot wheels car) and about our upcoming trip to Europe for Easter break.

Once dinner was done and we polished off the first bottle of wine, Ashley asked, "So what did you get me?"

I smiled, "Actually I got you two presents."

"You cheated," she said, slapping me, her breast almost falling out of her thin apron.

"I just wanted to show you how much you really mean to me," I answered, handing her the small box.

"You shouldn't have," she said, her eyes betraying how pleased she was that I had ignored her present perimeters.

"Yes I should've, you deserve to be treated like the perfection you are," I replied, realizing just how corny I sounded as soon as I heard my words aloud.

"Perfection am I?" She laughed, as she began opening the box.

"I teach math and coach basketball, flowery odes of love are not really my forte," I countered, defending myself.

"That is why I fell for you, Adam, your caveman romance," she quipped, opening the box. After a pause, as she stared at it, she said, "It-it-it is beautiful."

"As are you," I added, meaning it. Her crystal blue eyes, glowing red cheeks, adorable dimples and sultry sweet lips created the most beautiful woman I had ever known. 

She took the promise ring out of the box and put it on her finger. "Wow!"

"So you like it?" I asked relieved. "It took me forever to choose the right one."

"It is perfect," she smiled radiantly. After a long, tender kiss, she said, "I really did only get you one sex present."

"That's okay, all I really need is you," I answered, meaning it. I didn't need presents, I just needed her love.

Grabbing my hand, she led me to the living room. "I didn't bother wrapping it," she explained, letting my hand go and going over to my blu ray player.

"Before we start, you still have to unwrap your other present," I pointed out.

"Give me, give me," she said, reaching for the package behind my back.

"I don't know," I teased, moving the package out of her reach, her firm small breasts crashing into me. 

Demonstrating impressive flexibility, she swung around me and with lightning speed grabbed the box from me. She opened it and smiled, "You dirty, dirty man. You want me to dress up like some slutty little twelfth grader for you to fuck."

Her tone was playful and I loved it when she talked dirty. "Better you in a school girl outfit then some actual slutty eighteen-year-old, and trust me there are lots to choose from."

"I bet there are," she smirked playfully before kissing me hard. Breaking the kiss a minute later, she gave my stiff cock a firm squeeze through my pants and said with naughty promise, "I'll be back in five, Teach."

I watched her leave, my mind envisioning all the things I wanted her to do in my schoolgirl fantasy. Even though I had envisioned it in my head exactly what she would look like in the sexy outfit, nothing prepared me for what she actually looked like, especially since she had completed the image by putting her hair in pigtails.

"Holy shit," I elegantly complimented, my inner Neanderthal coming out in full force.

"Oh, you really do know how to flatter a girl," she teased, turning around to show me the outfit from behind.

"I can officially die and go to heaven now," I quipped back.

"Oh honey, you haven't seen anything yet," she purred, sauntering over to the blu ray player and putting a disc in. I stared at her legs in the sheer white knee-high nylon stockings; her pink painted toenails looking tantalizing and the pigtails driving me crazy. "Are you ready for your present, Mr. Jarvis?"

Hearing her address me as Mr. Jarvis, as my students do only enhanced the fantasy as I stammered, "y-y-yes, Ms. Grisham."

She pressed play and walked over to me slowly, with such a deliberate strut that I felt like I was the prey and she the hunter. She reached me and said, "When I saw this I instantly knew it was perfect for you."

On the screen, the movie started, it was a porno, called Teaching Teacher. I gasped, just as she sat beside me on the sofa, "You bought me porn."

"I did," she nodded, moving her mouth to my ear. "Do you like?"

"V-v-very much," I stammered, distracted by her hot breath on my ear and the beginning of the movie. 

She tugged on my ear, before whispering, "I am going to make every fantasy you ever imagined come true, Mr. Jarvis."

My hand went to her leg, but she snapped her fingers and I stopped; I had learned to obey her commands. As I moved my hand away obediently, I really would do anything for this woman, she said, "First, the movie."

She sat back, put her hand in mine, and we began watching the movie as if it were Sleepless in Seattle or some other romantic comedy and not a porno called Teaching Teacher.

The scene started with a teacher at his desk grading papers at home. His wife, dressed in a fuck me skirt, stockings and boots, and leading a handsome black man, who we later learned was her boss, came into his home office and made idle chit chat with her husband. The boss's hand was clearly on the wife's ass and as he was looking at the husband, he put his hands on the pretty redhead's shoulders and wordlessly pushed her onto her knees. The husband gasped as his wife wordlessly unbuckled the black man's belt, pulled down his trousers, tugged down his underwear, and released a black python of a cock.

The massive cock slapped her in the face and the camera zoomed in on the stunned husband's face as he watched his wife open wide and take the nine-inch cock in her mouth. The camera panned back and forth between the wife, who was clearly not sucking the big cock for the first time and her husband, frozen in awe.

She bobbed greedily on the black dick before, finally, she took the huge cock out of her mouth. Shockingly, she then started trying to convince her husband to come join her in worshipping the black gentleman's perfect cock. The husband feebly protested, even though he was clearly in awe of both his wife's actions and the huge cock he couldn't take his eyes off of.

Reluctantly, after more sweet talk from his wife, the teacher walked over and joined his beautiful wife on his knees. He stared at the cock for an eternity before finally, after yet more encouragement from his wife, took it in his hand, barely wrapping his hand around the monstrous cock. His eyes went wide at its hardness and he slowly, tentatively opened his mouth and leaned forward. Being porn, after a few seconds of slow sucking, the teacher began to get into it and his wife held his hands behind his back as he really went to town. 

I glimpsed over to Ashley whose mouth was watering and her hand had slid under her plaid skirt. My own cock was ridiculously hard and wanting some attention. I had never seen a guy suck another guy and much to my surprise it didn't gross me out like I thought it would. 

Seeing me look at her, she looked at my crotch and assessed correctly, "Does Mr. Jarvis want to come out to play?"

"Desperately," I answered, as she reached over and fished my cock out of my pants. She gently stroked it as she returned her gaze to the gay oral sex scene currently playing on the screen.

The teacher was hungrily bobbing up and down while his wife shifted from soft encouragement to more taunting language. "You love that black cock deep down your throat, don't you?" 

The husband moaned, oddly encouraged and turned on by the sudden shift to ridicule.

She rattled a litany of humiliating words at her husband as he pleasured the big black cock for her: "You love that chocolate stick, don't you, Cocksucker?" and "You were made to be on your knees," and "I can't wait to see that big cock up your ass, my little cock lover."

I personally had never considered another man of any race sexually, but somehow the odd thought of being on my knees sucking that huge erection undeniably popped into my head.

The black man grunted as he started coming, and he pulled out his cock, shooting rope after rope of cum onto the white teacher. Cum coated his hair, forehead, nose, mouth and chin. The teacher didn't hesitate as he took the pulsing cock back in his mouth to retrieve any lingering cum. 

"Fuck that is hot," Ashley moaned, her one hand stroking my cock, while the other tended to her pussy; her plaid skirt was hiked up enough to reveal she went commando under her school girl uniform. 

"What is?" I asked, wanting clarity, "the big black cock the size of Texas or the man on man sex?"

"Both?" She moaned.

"Gay sex turns you on?" I asked, yet another revelation into the kinky side of her.

"Of course," she shrugged. "You like watching two chicks go at it, don't you?"

"It is every man's fantasy," I joked.

"Well, for girls watching two guys go at it is equally hot," she explained.

"I have never heard that before," I responded, as the teacher's wife was now sucking the black man's cock again as her husband ate her out.

"It's true, at least for me anyways," she shrugged, leaning over and taking my cock in her mouth. 

After bobbing up and down on my cock for a couple of minutes, she snapped her fingers and ordered, controlling the action as always, "Get undressed, Mr. Jarvis."

I stood up and obliged my eager student.

Ashley slid onto the floor and looked up and asked, "What can I do to earn an 'A', Mr. Jarvis?"

"Deep throating me, Ms. Grisham would be a good start," I answered, once I was completely naked, my seven-inch cock now completely at attention and staring her directly in her face.

"Mmmmmm, Mr. Jarvis, what a big cock you have," she purred, extending her tongue and licking my cock head.

"And what pretty cocksucking lips you have, Ms. Grisham," I countered.

"The better to please you with," she smiled as she took my cock back in her mouth and went to work on one of her earth-shattering, pleasure-inducing, knee-buckling blow jobs. I don't know how she did it, but unlike every other girl who had wrapped their lips around my cock, she created a watery sensation that was similar to fucking a pussy using both her tongue and lips. She could easily take all seven inches of me in her mouth without gagging or missing a beat. 

My first load of the evening began boiling after only a couple of minutes of her deep throat sauna and as my breathing began to pick up, my own warning sign to Ashley that I was close to coming, I felt her hands squeeze my ass and was stunned when she slid a finger without warning deep up my ass.

The sensation was dual: a slight burn overwhelmed by an instant orgasm as she triggered my prostate. I grunted, "What the...shiiiiiit," as I filled her mouth with my cum.

As usual, she didn't lose a beat as she expertly swallowed every last drop of cum. As she took my cock out of her mouth once my load was fully retrieved, she asked innocently, her finger still lodged in my ass, "Was that okay, Mr. Jarvis?"

"Amazing, Ms. Grisham," I replied, "but usually I don't allow my students to violate my ass."

She shrugged, "It's just something I learned at band camp."

"Let me return the favour," I smiled, pulling her off her knees and guiding her to the couch.

Staying in character, she asked all innocently, as if she wasn't sure of my intentions, "What are you going to do to me, Mr. Jarvis?"

Dropping to my knees, between her tanned legs, I answered, "I am going to show you how a man shows a woman his gratitude."

I leaned forward and extended my tongue to her beautiful pussy. Already slightly wet, her addicting aroma was captured perfectly in her small bouquet of hair. I allowed myself to be enveloped in the intoxicating scent as I slowly began licking her pussy. I licked slowly, intending to thoroughly enjoy pleasuring her. 

After a bit of teasing, my tongue parted her pussy lips and started her on her euphoric rise to orgasmic bliss. She moaned, "That feels so good, Mr. Jarvis."

I pleasured her pussy with paintbrush like tongue strokes until her breathing got heavier and she began getting animated, forgetting our role playing and shifting into her usual near orgasmic dominant personality. She crossed her ankles around my back, grabbed my head, and pulled me in deeper as she began grinding her pussy all over my face and cursing like a drunk sailor. "Yes, yes, lick my cunt, I'm going to fuck your face with my pussy. Oh yes, don't fucking slow down, yes, yes, yeeeeesssss."

She came like a gusher and when she came my face was covered with her pussy juice as it exploded out of her like a dam bursting. I hungrily swallowed as much of her sweet nectar as possible, being addicted to her pussy juices.

Finally, she let go of my head and snapped her fingers as she pointed to the TV and said, "I have got to watch this."

Curious, why she was so excited, I got off my knees and joined Ashley, her legs still trembling from the aftershocks of the orgasm I had just given her and I looked towards the TV.

The married teacher was now on all fours licking his wife's asshole, preparing it for the black man's huge cock. 

"Holy shit," I gasped, looking at Ashley, "I can't imagine anyone taking a cock that big in their ass.

Ashley smiled, responded cryptically, "It's possible."

I stammered, "Y-y-you have taken a cock that big in your ass?"

"You fit nicely, don't you?" She asked in reply.

"Yes, but I'm seven inches, he's at least eight, maybe nine. The widescreen makes such judgements hard to make," I joked.


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She shrugged, repeating, "It's possible."

"Nice job avoiding answering the question," I quipped back, knowing her well enough to know she wasn't going to give me an answer until she was good and ready. Besides being beautiful and intelligent, she was damn stubborn; unlike me (I am very laid back and more of a people pleaser...except when I coach).

"On that note, are you ready for round two?" She asked, squeezing my still very erect cock.

"It seems so," I joked.

"You ready for a little back door fun?" She teased.

"Always," I eagerly agreed. She didn't let me fuck her ass often, but when she did it was pure heaven, a completely different sensation than her mouth or pussy, not better or worse, just different (you know what they say variety is the spice of life).

"I want you do to that to me," she said, pointing to the screen.

"You want me to lick your ass?" I asked, surprised by her suggestion...this was definitely new.

"Will you, baby?" She asked, pouting her lips, which was an automatic yes as I could never say no to her, and that was doubly true when her pouty face came out.

"If you want me to," I replied, not even pretending to show excitement about it.

Ignoring my tentative tone, she replied, "Delicious," as she got on her knees on the couch and bent over, her perfect ass curved to showcase yet another of her hypnotizing, man controlling assets. 

Although not excited by the thought of licking her ass, I moved towards her just as the wife on screen screamed, "That's it, my bitch, eat my ass." Hearing the words made what I was about to do more vulgar and yet oddly turned me on more. I found that every new intimacy initiated by Ashley turned me on more; I found great sexual satisfaction from obeying every crazy sexual demand Ashley threw at me and each one had always ended with a great orgasm for me. Yet this was the most extreme yet of my obedience to her sexually.

Imitating the demanding, overbearing wife in the movie, Ashley turned her head around and ordered, "Let's go baby, eat my ass." Her smile was playful, but her tone was deadly serious.

I pulled her ass cheeks open and admired her tight rosebud. After a brief hesitation, I leaned forward, extended my tongue, and began licking. The taste was indescribable, not tasty, but not disgusting. She instantly said, "That's it baby, eat my ass," her tone playful in comparison to the video playing behind us.

Once I started, it was as natural as eating pussy, as I swirled my tongue around her rosebud, teasing it as I would her pussy. Once it was very wet, I began using my tongue aggressively trying to get my tongue inside her ass, being drawn into the naughtiness of the act.

"That's it, baby, fuck my ass with your tongue," she moaned, seemingly getting turned on as my tongue slowly broke through her tight back door gate.

After a couple of minutes of awkward tongue fucking, she said, "Come on fuck my ass, baby."

As usual, I obeyed, what guy wouldn't, as I got off my knees and stood behind her. 

"Wait a second," she said, moving away. "I want to be able to watch the TV while you plow my back door."

On the screen, the black guy was now pounding the wife's ass doggy style, while the submissive white husband was underneath licking his wife's pussy. 

The wife on screen asked, "Do you like watching his big black cock slide in and out of your wife?"

He answered, "Yes," while continuing to lick his wife's pussy.

"Do you want this big black cock up your ass?" She asked, as she began bouncing back on the huge black stick, forcing her husband to watch from up close.

"W-w-what? N-no-no," he stammered, surprised by the question.

"You already eagerly took it in your mouth, Cocksucker," she pointed out; as she moaned from the deep ass fucking she was giving herself.

"No," he weakly protested.

"I think you want his big black cock up your white ass," she disagreed, reaching for and stroking his very erect cock. "Your cock is stiff just thinking of becoming a little faggot for black cock, isn't it?"

"But, I---no," he feebly answered, his cock evidence to the contrary.

"Say it, Faggot, say you want that big black juicy cock up your ass," she demanded, stroking her husband's modest cock.

The thought of a black cock being juicy should've been absurd, yet as I stared at the huge black rod pumping in and out of the hot wife's ass, when I suddenly found myself agreeing completely...it was juicy. I shook my head, telling myself I wasn't gay as I moved behind Ashley who was now on all fours on the floor watching the porno scene, seemingly as completely mesmerized as I was.

As I moved behind Ashley, I returned my gaze to the porno.

The cuckolded husband stammered, clearly completely overwhelmed by his predicament and a sudden newfound lust he never knew existed, "I-I-I want his c-c-cock."

"Where, Faggot?" She demanded, tugging roughly on his cock.

"I-I-in my ass," he weakly answered, clearly mortified by the words out of his mouth, even though his gaze never wandered from the huge member.

"Say it all Faggot, declare yourself a white faggot for big black cock," she ordered, stroking his cock furiously.

"F-f-fuuuuck, make me a f-f-faggot for black c-c-cock," he begged, his wife's hand job clearly getting him off.

"Don't you dare come, Faggot," she demanded, "faggots like you only get to come when they have a cock in their ass."

"Please," he pleaded, clearly near orgasm.

She instantly let go of his cock as she begged her black boss, "Fill my ass with your come, baby. Then our new faggot can retrieve your cum from my ass."

"Fuck, you are a dirty little slut," her boss commented with a smile as he slammed his huge cock deeply into her ass.

"Stop fantasizing about his black cock and get your cock in my ass," Ashley demanded, her tone playful, but her words nonetheless shocked me.

I was immersed in the interracial fucking, but having her accuse me of fantasizing about black cock surprised me. I shook myself mentally and positioned my cock in between her ass cheeks and was surprised when she pushed back taking my cock in her ass, just like the gal in the movie.

As Ashley began fucking herself, my curiosity got the better of me and I returned to watching the video. I had missed the black boss coming, but returned in time to see the next submissive act.

The wimp husband crawled behind his wife, cum dripping out of her ass, and began retrieving the black man's cum.

As if the cocksucking and facial wasn't humiliating enough, this was even worse. The act of being coerced to lick another man's cum out of your wife's ass has to be the ultimate humiliation. 

"You like that, baby?" Ashley asked, now taking all my cock in her ass with each backwards bounce.

"Yes sexy, I fucking love it," I answered.

"I thought you would," she purred.

It was then I realized she meant the movie and not the feeling of her ass milking me. I stammered, in defence of my manhood, "I-I-I meant I love fucking your ass."

"Sure you did," she purred, somehow tightening her ass muscles making the pleasure even more intense.

"Seriously," I protested, but she had already returned to watching the movie while she fucked me.

Letting it go for now, I returned my gaze to the television just in time to see the husband taking the big black cock that had just been in his wife's ass, back in his mouth.

The wife said, "That's it, Cocksucker, get that big cock nice and hard for your ass."

The husband, to my surprise, bobbed back and forth with much more confidence and hunger than the first time.

Of course, I thought to myself, this was porn and not real life. The actor was a faggot in real life and thus naturally an eager cocksucker.

"I want you to come in my ass, baby," Ashley grunted, her orgasm clearly imminent.

Although I had fucked her ass a few times, she had never allowed me to cum inside her back door. I stammered excitedly, "R-r-really?"

"Yes, baby, fill my ass with your cum baby just like that big black cock did her," she answered, her breathing erratic.

Such an offer was the final push I needed as my balls boiled and I grunted a few seconds later, "I'm coming, baby."

"Yeeeeees," she screamed her orgasm hitting simultaneously, as my cum was going in one door while her cum flooded out the other. 

I could feel her body trembling on my cock which only enhanced my own pleasure, as she leaned forward; I took control continuing to fuck her throughout her orgasm. 

Finally, both of us spent I pulled out and watched my cum leaking more out of her ass. Instantly my mind went back to the porn and the husband eating the boss's cum, yet I refrained from replicating the act.

Getting off her knees, Ashley reached for the remote and pressed pause, the black cock half way in the mouth of the white cocksucking husband. "Shit, your cum is fucking leaking right out of me."

I joked, "Well, if I was well trained like him I would clean up that mess."

"Is that an offer?" She smiled.

Realizing I had just put my foot in my mouth, I put it back in her hands, "You know I would do anything for you."

"Anything?" She asked, as she grabbed my shirt and put it on the couch before sitting down, my shirt now acting as my cum catcher. 

I let out a thankful sigh as she didn't ask me to eat my own cum, something that didn't remotely appeal to me. I answered, saying those fateful words for the first time to her or any woman actually, "Ashley, I love you and love making you happy."  

"You love me?" She asked, clearly surprised by my declaration.

"Yes, and I don't take those words lightly," I clarified.

"And you will do anything to make me happy?" She continued.

"Of course," I smiled, believing my words.

"I do have a fantasy," she teased, making me instantly curious, adding, "Something I have never seen live."

"What would that be?" I asked, wondering what was left for us to do.

"It is really kinky," she warned, drawing me in slowly.

"So was that porno," I quipped, before the light bulb went on. I said, suddenly crestfallen, "Oh."

"Oh, what," she asked, suddenly concerned.

"You want to have sex with a black man," I deduced. Like all men, I could easily have accepted, probably rather eagerly, if she would have wanted to have sex with a black woman, or any woman for that matter, but another guy was not something I was comfortable with.

She gasped, reaching for my shrinking cock, "God no, you are man enough for me, baby."

A wave of relief fell over me and I asked, suddenly confused, "Then what is your fantasy?"

"Never mind," she shook her head.

"It's okay honey, it's a fantasy, you can share it with me," I comforted, dying to know what it was.

"First, what is yours?" She asked, continually stroking my cock gently.

"Since I met you I have checked off all my sexual bucket list items," I answered.

"All?" She questioned.

Thinking like a typical man, I shrugged, "Well, I have never seen two girls in the throes of passion."

She joked, her vulgar mouth back, "You want to see two girls dyking out?"

I blushed, "It's every man's fantasy."

"I could probably make that fantasy a reality," she teased, my cock rock hard again.

I stammered, imagining her with her best friend, Carla, "Y-y-you could?"

She shrugged, "Sure, it wouldn't be the first time."

"What? With who?" I asked, this new information was definitely a need to know now.

"That is for me to know and you, if you are good, to find out," she teased, rolling her thumb over my mushroom tip.

The thought of her with another woman plastered in my head forever, I asked, "And what is your fantasy?"

"It is not much different than yours actually," she said.

"What is it?" I asked exasperated, praying it was a lesbian orgy with a bunch of nurses in white stockings.

"Well I love watching gay sex," she began before pausing. Finally, she blurted out, clearly wanting me to know, yet uncomfortable admitting it, "I would love to see you sucking a cock."

Out of all the words that could have possibly come out of her mouth, none could have surprised me more than those words did. I was silent for a moment as I tried to process this rather surprising revelation. Suddenly, the video choice made sense. 

She broke the silence. "It's okay, it's not like I expected you to do it."

Seeing her look slightly vulnerable, I took her free hand and kissed it. "I do love you, Ashley, and I'd do anything for you, but I am not sure I am ready for that."

She smiled, yet she couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice, "It's okay baby, I didn't expect you to, as I said, it's a fantasy I have." 

Another brief silence lingered before I joked, "Of course, if it was a big thick juicy black cock like the one you have had staring at us for the past fifteen minutes on pause I might reconsider."

"You would suck a black cock for me?" she asked, moving back onto the floor and between my legs, her smile implying it was all playful harmless banter.

"I would devour it whole," I joked.

"Like this?" She questioned, taking all of my cock in her mouth.

"Exactly," I moaned, my cock in her mouth still being the best feeling in the world.

After a couple of minutes of slow teasing pleasure, she climbed onto my lap and lowered her pussy onto my cock. "What say we try doing this the old fashioned way?"

I joked, "How creative of you."

She leaned in and kissed me passionately as she began slowly riding my cock as we began a marathon session. Unlike most of our sessions where I fucked her or she fucked me, this time we made love.

Who knows how much later, having deposited a third load in her, completing the sexual hat trick, we retired to my bedroom where we fell asleep in seconds , her in my arms.

2. An Even BIGGER Surprise

It had been a week since that crazy night and I had nearly forgotten Ashley's fantasy when the strangest thing happened.

I was walking into the gym locker room, having forgotten my duffle bag a good two hours after our basketball division championship game, a tense, hair graying, 88-86 victory, where Troy, our team captain, drained a three pointer with four seconds left on the clock for the win.

I wasn't expecting anyone to be in the locker room, which I had to walk past to get to my office. I assumed the whole team would be out celebrating. So I was very surprised when I heard voices. I was about to call out who was there when I heard the unmistakable voice of Troy, "That's it slut, wrap your lips around my black meat."

 I froze. Who the hell was Troy talking to so crudely? Having played basketball in high school and college, it wasn't uncommon for us to have some girl in the locker room sucking or fucking one of us...our booster club in college had been very, very accommodating in keeping our needs met.

Anyway, I slowly walked to the door and peeked around the corner. On her knees, sucking Troy's cock, was Eve Rose, the minister's daughter at the church we went to and the President of the Chastity Club. Eve was going to be the Valedictorian, she had already been accepted into a dozen Ivy League schools, was very prudish, always dressed in long sixties skirts (with pantyhose mind you...I only noticed because she often slipped her feet out of her shoes during my Advanced Pre-Calculus class allowing her pantyhose-clad toenails to tease me without her knowledge). The only thing more shocking than Ashley announcing she would like to see me suck cock was Eve on her knees actually sucking on a black cock while being verbally abused...it was unreal.

Troy talked trash on the court and apparently during sex as well as a variety of things were said while I stood frozen unable to stop the humiliation of my best student: "That's it Cocksucker, worship my cock," and "You white girls sure know how to please a black man," and "I can't wait to cum all over your face," and "You love my nigger cock, don't you?"

Taking his cock out of her mouth she quickly answered, "Yes Troy."

I gasped quietly, although I was a ways away, Troy's cock looked like it was almost ten inches long. He rubbed his cock around her lips as he said, "You can do better than that, Cocksucker."

"Please don't call me that," Eve said, clearly not liking the verbal humiliation, yet the hunger in her eyes said she loved his cock in her mouth.

"But you are a cocksucker, Eve; my very own personal white cum bucket," he said, shoving his cock back in her mouth. 

To my surprise, yet again, Eve returned to bobbing up and down on the massive black erection. 

Pulling his cock out, he asked again, "You love my nigger cock, don't you Cocksucker?"

Grabbing his cock with her left hand, the white-black contrast so very enticing, my best student, my most polite and sweetest student, answered, "I love your nigger cock in my white whore mouth!"

"And my cum?" He added.

"I love your cum in my mouth," she answered.

"How much?" He asked.

"This is my third load today," she answered, shockingly playful.

"True, very true," he laughed. "And you are offended by being called a cocksucker?"

"It's just so crude," Eve answered, slowly stroking Troy's cock.

"But you love sucking my cock, right?"

"God, yes," she answered and then gasped at her answer.

"And you love my cum sliding down your throat," he continued.

"Yes," she admitted unable to look Troy in the eye.

"Look me in the eye when you answer me Cocksucker," Troy demanded firmly.

Eve shyly looked up, clearly embarrassed by her situation and yet not standing up for herself.

"That's it, Cocksucker, now get back to worshipping my big snake," he smirked, clearly revelling in the power he clearly had over her.

As I watched the shocking scene, I couldn't help but notice the stunning contrast between Troy and the white as snow Eve. As a teacher and coach, I should have stopped the inappropriate act, yet I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was like driving by a car crash, you don't want to look, but once you do you can't take your eyes off it. At first it was just the stunning reality that Eve would do such a thing, but the longer I watched the more immersed I became in the voyeuristic naughtiness of it, especially Troy's dominant treatment of her. I just couldn't fathom Eve allowing herself to be treated with such disrespect. My cock was rock hard in my pants and I was gently rubbing myself as I watched Eve struggle to take more of Troy's cock in her mouth.  

After a couple of minutes bobbing up and down, she seemed to be taking almost all of his huge cock in her mouth. Troy continued his dominating attitude, "I bet you are already imagining this big cock taking your virginity," and "What would your daddy say if he saw you right now?" Lastly, he asked, "Do you want my cock in your cunt, Eve?"

Her voice was desperate and yet hungry at the same time. "Please no, Troy, I made a promise to God. Please just fuck my face like last week."

"You want me to fuck your face like last week? I don't remember that, remind me, where were we?" He asked, his tone implying he did indeed remember and just wanted to hear her say it.

"Remember, we were..." she blushed, "...in church," she whispered.

He chuckled, "You liked my balls bouncing off your chin, didn't you?"




DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey



"Yes," she nodded, swirling her tongue around the mushroom head of Troy's cock.

"I won't take your cunt today Eve, but it is mine, is that understood?" He asked, even though it wasn't really a question.

"I am saving myself for marriage," Eve said, her voice trembling and weak, clearly she didn't want to lose her virginity, yet it was obvious she would give in to Troy when the time came.

"I respect that, Cocksucker, but a man like me has needs. I bet Beth would eagerly offer up that white cunt of hers to me," Troy responded, literally threatening to not let her suck his cock anymore. The threat should have been ludicrous, Beth was the senior class president, her dad was the mayor and Eve strongly disliked her, and vice versa. 

Eve pleaded, "Troy, please, anything but my vagina."

"Anything?" He asked his interest piqued.

"Yes," she said, taking Troy's cock back in her mouth and bobbing furiously while lifting up her long skirt and moving her right hand underneath, obviously to finger her pussy.

Troy groaned, "Holy shit, Cocksucker, you almost got it all the way down that throat of yours."

Another minute went by and Troy pulled his cock out and started pumping it as he demanded, "Tell me what you are."

Eve her mouth open, frantically frigging herself, anticipating Troy's cum, didn't even hesitate as she answered, "I'm your cocksucker Troy, your personal plaything, your submissive slave and your cum bucket. Come on me stud, come all over my face, I want your cum, I need your cum, I...yeeeeeeeees."

I watched, my mouth open I realized, as stream after stream of white goo rocketed out of Troy's massive cock and onto the eager Eve. It hit her hair, forehead, nose and mouth and as soon as the facial was done, Eve devoured Troy's cock attempting to retrieve every last drop of his cum, while she too seemed to be orgasming.

Troy said, smiling down at Eve, "So back to that promise of anything but your cunt. You know you have two holes down there you know."

Eve looked up at him, her eyes huge with surprise, Troy's cock still in her mouth.

Troy continued, "And taking a cock in your ass would keep you a virgin, wouldn't it?"

Eve allowed the cock to slip out of her mouth. "I-I-I guess," she stammered, realizing Troy's intent.

"Next time we are together Eve, I am taking your ass," he announced, again his tone clear this wasn't a negotiation, before adding, "unless you'd rather I go offer my cock to Beth's ass?"

"No...no..." Eve pleaded, her brain obviously trying to rationalize that taking a cock in her ass would not be real sex. "Okay," she whimpered.

"Okay, what?" Troy asked, pulling his pants up.

"You can have my ass," she sighed.

"What do you want me to do to your ass, Cocksucker?" Troy asked his power over her very strong.

"Fuck it," she answered.

"With my big black cock," he continued.

"Yes, dammit, I want you to fill my white virgin ass with your big black cock," she snapped, clearly frustrated and yet equally turned on by her submission to him.

"Good girl," he smiled, before adding, "get up, I need a ride home."

I quickly left and hid in a bathroom stall until they were definitely gone. While alone, I tried to understand how Eve could allow herself to be humiliated so extremely by anyone, especially Troy. She was so sweet, so pure and yet.... I thought of my relationship with Ashley, and although nowhere near as extreme as what I just witnessed, I realized I was submissive to her in our relationship, always willing to do whatever Ashley wanted in the bedroom, always following her lead. It wasn't the same, but I could suddenly understand Eve's need to please, I had the same need, a compulsive desire to make Ashley happy, going way out of my comfort zone, and being rewarded with her love. Yet still...how in a million years did Eve end up as Troy's little slut...no matter how I pondered, it there was just no rational scenario. 

Confident they were gone, I quickly retrieved my bag and headed back home, my mind reeling from Eve's submissiveness, my own realization of my submissiveness and the strange respect, not disgust, I had for the power Troy could have over another human being.

3. DARK Desires

That night, I woke up in a sweat at 3:30 in the morning from a dream that was so authentically real.

The Troy and Eve scene replayed in my head only in my dream Troy saw me watching, smiled and snapped his fingers before pointing to the ground.

I was mortified, but without hesitating, I fell to my knees and crawled over to him. He took his cock out of Eve's mouth and offered it to me. On my knees, his cock suddenly looked juicy, appetizing, and without a second thought, my mouth opened and I leaned forward to take his big black cock in my mouth. 

"First time with a cock in your mouth, Coach?" He joked, my lack of technique, occasional gagging and awkwardness clear signs it was my first time to suck a cock.

After a minute or two, where I barely got more than a third of his cock in my mouth, he pulled out and offered it back to Eve who eagerly went back to work taking over two-thirds of his lengthy member with ease. I watched in awe at how easily she bobbed back and forth on the massive rod and couldn't help but feel jealous that it wasn't in my mouth and that I wasn't as good as her at sucking cock.

When Troy offered his cock a second time, I was determined to be a better cocksucker. I concentrated just on pleasing him as I began to bob back and forth, now more used to a cock in my mouth.

"That's it, Coach, suck my cock," he groaned, Troy's tone his usual smug confidence. 

Hearing his words of encouragement, I continued sucking his cock suddenly hungry for something I had never once craved in my whole life, cum. I wanted to taste it, to feel the texture in my mouth to be the one to get him off.

Just as I thought I was pleasing him better, he pulled out and again offered his cock to Eve. My lust for his cock was obvious, as I watched his black member disappear and reappear as Eve seemed equally determined to get Troy's load.

"Shit, you both want my cum, don't you?" He grunted, amused at having not one, but two eager white cocksuckers.

I was too ashamed to admit such a thing and continued waiting my turn, praying I would get another chance to try and get him off.

He pulled out again, offered his cock and said, "Finish me off, Coach Cocksucker."

I opened my mouth to take his cock in once again when I woke up.

My body was sweaty and my cock rock hard. I shook my head to wake up and realized it had just been a dream. However, as I returned my head to my pillow, I couldn't get Troy's cock out of my head. 

.....

All weekend Ashley worked double shifts, now a first year nurse; she got all the worst shifts, so I spent the weekend alone. After watching hours of video of other teams we might be facing during the playoffs for the state championship, the schedule wouldn't be released until Monday, I was exhausted. Yet, I still couldn't get Eve sucking off Troy out of my head. I replayed it in my head over and over, mystified by both Eve's obedience and Troy's dominance.

Frustrated and horny, I found myself turning on the video Ashley had bought me which was still in the player.

Curious where the porno went next, I skipped the husband getting ass fucked and started on the next scene.

The teacher was behind his desk, assisting two of his students. They were the only three in the classroom apparently staying after school for extra help. One looked like your typical All-American, tall and fair-skinned, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was even wearing a dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, shirt half-tucked in to his khakis. The other looked more bookish, like the Hollywood concept of a nerd. His dark hair was artfully mussed; he had on glasses, jeans, and a graphic t-shirt. While the All-American was standing beside the teacher's desk, the nerd was sitting at a desk writing his paper.

A group of black students entered the room, all wearing letterman jackets. The teacher looked up from the paper he had been reading, "I'll be with you all in a minute, I'm working on Jason and Kyle's essays right now."

"Oh, we're not here about schoolwork," a good looking black kid said, "I just need to find out if my uncle was telling the truth."

The teacher asked, clearly annoyed by this student's attitude, "And what would that be?"

"He told me you love big black cock," he announced in front of the two very good, white, students.

The teacher's head snapped up, looking at the black student with surprise and shame, a guilt that couldn't be hidden as his face went white as a ghost and he squeaked, "Um...ex-ex-excuse me?"

"Well, is it true?" The leader of the group asked as he snapped his fingers and one of the other black students went to close and lock the door.

"T-t-that is ludicrous," the teacher stammered, trying not to look guilty even though his facial expression and his stammering implied otherwise.

"I-i-is that so," the leader mocked back. "My uncle tells me you sucked his cock in front of your wife, ate her cunt while he fucked her ass and then squealed like a little girlie-girl when he took your back door."

The teacher said nothing his bright red cheeks answering for him.

The leader, confident the teacher was going to be the cocksucking bitch his uncle promised he would be, dropped his pants, unleashing a nine-plus-inch cock, hard and ready. "Well, Teach, you want some dark meat? Come and get it."

The teacher weakly protested, "Please, just go," even as he stared at the big black cock,

"This is a onetime offer, Cocksucker?" The black teen smugly offered, holding his cock.

After a moment, the teacher looked at his students, eyes pleading for them to forgive him as he whispered, "I am so sorry." He couldn't control himself as he crawled to the offered cock and without a word took it in his mouth. The other students circled around him, fingers undoing belts, each one putting their impressive black cocks out on display for the teacher. He went from one cock to the next, greedily sucking all of them, using his mouth and hands to please as many as he could at once.

I had never purposely watched gay sex, actually the first time was with Ashley last week, yet I couldn't take my eyes off the action as the white teacher eagerly pleased all the big black teen cocks. The camera zoomed in on the teacher's face, and almost the entire rest of the screen was filled with black cock. I gasped; the sight of so many black cocks stirring something within me, and within my pants. I couldn't believe how depraved this film was; did Ashley have any idea? Why had Ashley chosen this film to buy me? Why was it turning me on? I should have stopped the video, not wanting to be turned on by such sexual depravity, yet I couldn't take my eyes of the screen.

On screen, the leader's big cock waving freely, he looked at the two bewildered white students watching and said, "See something you like, white bitches? You can help yourself too."

The All-American stammered, "T-t-that is sick."

The leader chuckled, "Pretend all you want. I have seen the hunger of a straight white boy in denial before and you, my preppy little faggot-to-be are, definitely in denial. You keep trying not to look, but you're mesmerized by my cock. Your mouth is watering with anticipation, the cock in your pants is probably rock hard...it is only a matter of time before you join your cocksucking teacher on your knees."

The All-American didn't say anything as the leader of the group smugly walked over to him.

Reaching the bewildered white boy, the black leader put his hands on the white boy's shoulders and gently, wordlessly, guided him to his knees. The All-American didn't give any resistance, looking both dazed and hungry.

"Go ahead, take it in your hands white boy," the leader offered.

The All-American obeyed, his eyes wide as he grabbed the hard black cock.

"Stroke it," the leader ordered.

Again the All-American obeyed mindlessly, clearly completely mesmerized by the massive black cock currently in his hands.

The camera panned to the nerdy white student who was watching the scene, clearly overwhelmed by what was occurring in front of the likely virgin. He was staring at his fellow student who when the camera panned back to him was now stroking two black cocks.

The teacher, meanwhile, had a cock in his mouth and one in each hand as he tried to multitask, his hunger apparent. A variety of ridiculing things were said to the teacher by the black teens including: "You were born for this, Teach," and "You're right where you belong, Mr. Hamilton on your knees," and "Shit, Mr. Hamilton, you're one hungry cock-loving faggot," and "You are quite the cocksucker, Teach," and "I bet he would look good getting double-teamed."

Any humiliation the teacher had at being a BBC slut in front of his two white students was gone as he moaned at the words being said to him as he bobbed back and forth on one of the big black cocks.

The leader ordered the All-American, pointing to the black guy beside him, "Go ahead, suck on Matt's cock."

It seemed that was all the encouragement that was needed to have him switch from hand jobs to blow jobs as he leaned forward and took a big black cock in his mouth.

"Good boy," the leader purred, encouraging the virgin cocksucker, before turning to the last remaining white boy. "Join your friend on your knees,"

The nerd shook his head unconvincingly as he stared at the leader's massive cock.

"Darnell, go help the white boy decide," the leader ordered.

The boy with the smallest cock (smallest being relative, he was still about 7 inches) kicked his pants off over his shoes, and walked over to the desk to stand directly in front of the dazed and confused nerd. Darnell's cock was level with the nerd's mouth, and he just stood there, waiting expectantly. Time seemed to stand still as the nerd's face gave away both his hunger and his fear. Darnell purred, "Go ahead, I can see the desire in your eyes."

The nerd looked at his teacher who was now completely naked and having his ass fingered all the while he continued sucking cock; he looked at his fellow classmate who was now bobbing back and forth hungrily from one big black cock to another. Finally, the nerd gave in as he began licking the cock before him as if he were in a desert and had just been given a popsicle. He covered every inch of the long shaft and soon Darnell's cock was gleaming with saliva.

"Take it in your mouth," Darnell ordered.

"It won't fit," the nerd replied, his hand now stroking Darnell's cock as he licked the big mushroom head.

"Let's see how much you can fit, then we'll work on the rest," Darnell suggested softly, knowing to be gentle when first breaking in a new white cocksucker.

"Okay," the nerd agreed taking a deep breath. He leaned forward, opened his mouth and took the stiff black cock between his lips.

After a few slow, tentative back and forth bobs, the nerd's hunger grew and he began sucking with more confidence, slowly taking more and more of the stiff missile in his mouth. Another black cock joined Darnell and the nerd began stroking it with his hand as he continued slobbering over Darnell's cock. Each student now had two juicy black cocks to play with, while the teacher had two of his own.

As I watched, I couldn't believe how hard I was and I quickly paused the movie as I rushed upstairs to grab my rarely used (rarely since I met Ashley, abused regularly before then) fleshlight, the best masturbation toy ever.

As soon as I was back in front of the television, I pressed play again as I got undressed and really lathered my cock with lube (critical to enjoy the fleshlight properly). Once lubed well I began slowly masturbating myself with the well-made fuck-toy.

On the TV, the teacher was now bent over his desk, bobbing back and forth over an eight plus inch cock while the leader moved behind him and without any warning slammed his cock inside the teacher's ass.

"Holy fuuuuck," the teacher screamed the sudden burn in his ass obvious.

"You like that Mr. Hamilton?" The leader asked.

"Fuck yes," the teacher answered, returning his attention to the cock in front of him.

The teacher tried to attend to the cock in front of him properly while being fucked, but occasionally opened his mouth and the cock slipped out, not being able to concentrate on giving a proper blowjob while he got fucked.

Meanwhile, the two eighteen year old white students had fallen completely into their role of cock hungry faggots as they each bobbed with enthusiasm on the cocks in front of them.

A litany of insults echoed through the classroom as the gay orgy commenced: "That's it white boy, you are a natural cocksucker," or "Let's see you letter in cocksucking, Faggot," or "Teacher loves it up his ass," or "Good, Faggot, you love black cock don't you?"

The All-American moaned at the question as he took almost all the big cock in his mouth, bobbing like a porn star slut.

The nerd meanwhile, was more methodical, as he slowly took the majority of the black cock in his mouth.

The scene of three white cocksuckers sucking cock after cock went on for nearly another fifteen minutes as I stroked my own cock slowly not wanting to burst until the scene itself climaxed.

It was then the facial explosions started. Each of the three white cocksuckers was coated with a large dose of cum all over their face and as soon as the first big cock finished spewing its white cream, the next black cock was shoved into their submissive white mouths.

The All-American's head was grabbed as the next black student pumped his cock in and out of the rookie cocksucker's mouth and his eyes watered as he desperately tried not to gag.

Meanwhile, the teacher was groaning like a bitch in heat as the leader slammed his cock hard up the teacher's ass, each forward thrust making the desk move slightly forward. The teacher gave up trying to suck the cock in front of him as he just held on for dear life.

The scene turned to the nerd who was sucking the large balls of the last remaining black student in front of him as the black boy pumped his eight-inch cock.

Simultaneously, a second load of cum coated the All-American and the nerd as each black teen exploded onto the white cocksuckers' face.




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The leader of the group grunted, "I'm going to come in your ass Mr. Hamilton."

"Yeeees, full my ass with your cum," the teacher begged eagerly, as he gripped the desk.

The All-American without a word crawled to the cock in front of the teacher and took it in his mouth.

"Why aren't you an eager little so called straight boy," the surprised black stud smirked at how quickly the white boys had been converted.

The All-American moaned on the big juicy cock as he bobbed back and forth, his hair and face coated with cum was somehow one of the sexiest, dirtiest things I had ever seen.

"Here it comes, Faggot," the leader grunted as he filled the teacher's ass with his cum.

"Fuuuuuck, yeeees," the teacher moaned, his own much smaller cock spewing cum as he came without even having his cock touched.

"Holy shit, Mr. Hamilton, I have fucked a lot of white faggots like you, but none have ever come just from being ass reamed," he laughed, as he pulled out.

The teacher remained slumped over the desk, drained and humiliated.

The leader snapped to the nerd sitting at the desk and ordered, his tone firm and implying this was not negotiable, "Come retrieve my cum, Faggot."

The nerd's eyes went big, but he got up and moved to the leader's massive gleaming rod.

The leader laughed, "I meant go clean teacher's ass."

The nerd's eyes went even bigger and he stammered, "Y-y-you are not serious?"

"Now," the leader demanded, staring down at the nerd.

The nerd reluctantly moved behind the desk and to the teacher's ass, cum already leaking out.

"Get it all, Faggot," the leader ordered, as he pulled up his pants.

Meanwhile, a third load coated the face of the All-American, his face now completely covered in cum.

The black teens all pulled up their pants as the nerd's face was buried in the teacher's ass.

The leader pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of his new white cocksuckers. As the dominant black students left, he smiled, "I'll be in touch."

I was pumping my cock furiously, the fleshlight now pleasuring me almost as good as a real pussy, I closed my eyes and images of big juicy black cocks being sucked filled my internal widescreen. I imagined it was me being forced into sexual submission to black cock, being forced to obey and suck cock after cock. The taboo images had my balls boiling and I camelike a racehorse filling the fleshlight with an excessive amount of cum.

After I was spent, the fleshlight still on my cock, I wondered what exactly it was in the movie that turned me on? Was it the submission? Was it the powerful domination of the leader? Was it their huge black cocks? Suddenly, the thought of making Ashley's fantasy come true wasn't as ridiculous as it first seemed. I wasn't gay and the idea of taking a cock in my ass was not even remotely open for discussion, yet the idea of sucking a cock, a big juicy black cock, suddenly had my cock aching.

Shutting the video off, I texted Ashley and asked if she would be at church tomorrow. She said she would and that she had the whole day off tomorrow and I was hers for the day.

As I cleaned up and prepared for bed, I wondered what church would be like with Eve in the choir and her oblivious father preaching about who knows what. The thought amused me as I hit the sheets crashing in mere seconds.

4. Yet Another BIG Surprise

I picked Ashley up at her apartment for church and told her the whole Troy and Eve story as I drove us to the church. Once I was done, she said, "You're bullshitting me."

"I'm one hundred percent telling you the truth," I countered, putting up my hand and adding, "scout's honor."

"I can't fucking believe it. She is such a prim and proper girl, although Troy doesn't surprise me," she said.

She knew Eve from church and Troy from watching many of the school's basketball games.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Well, Troy is commanding on the court and comes from an upper class family of entitlement, in many ways he is flipping traditional racism on its head," Ashley said, going all Freudian on me.

"How so?" I asked, curious as I continued driving.

"Racism has been around for centuries, white over black, now that equality is in vogue, the kids of entitled black families want to show their power, and dominating a white girl from another family of privilege would be a power trip, don't you think?"

"I suppose so, but nothing is that black and white," I retorted.

"Pun intended," she laughed, "but it is that simple. Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

"Now you're quoting Shakespeare on me?" I teased.

"So now what?" She asked.

"I have no idea," I answered, realizing I really had no idea how I would face Eve or Troy when the time came.

"I can't deny it, the idea of them is kind if a turn on," Ashley said, as I pulled into the parking lot.

"I was too stunned to even begin to think of it that way," I lied.

"Sure, sure," she purred, giving my cock, semi-erect in my trousers, a squeeze.

After adjusting my cock, I got out of the car, took Ashley's hand in mine and headed into church.

As fate would have it, Eve was walking out from a side office directly towards us. Her face was ruby red and she was avoiding eye contact until Ashley, being Ashley, stopped her.

"Good morning, Eve," Ashley greeted, stepping in front of her.

Eve looked up, her face literally glistening, specs of white goo in her hair, perhaps another may have dismissed it as sweat, but I knew better. Eve stammered, "G-g-good morning, Ms. Grisham, Mr. Jarvis."

"You look rather flushed," Ashley said, noticing what I had noticed.

"I am not feeling well, I was just going to the washroom," Eve explained, her face so red with embarrassment I thought she might pass out.

"Well don't let us stop you," Ashley said, before adding, "By the way, Eve you have something on your blouse."

"Oh God," she gasped and hurried away from us and down the hallway.

"That was very mean, Ashley," I said with a smirk.

"And you loved it," she said, squeezing my hand.

I thought the most bizarre thing to ever happen to me was Ashley saying she wanted to see me sucking a cock, but that was topped when I accidentally caught Eve sucking off Troy in the boy's locker room. Yet that too was outdone when Rhianna, Troy's sister, walked out of the same room from which Eve had just scurried. The realization hit me that the glistening on Eve's face was Rhianna's pussy juice. Before I could say a word, my head spinning with another stunning development in the secret life of Eve Rose, Rhianna walked towards us.

"No way," Ashley said, as she came to the same realization as me, that the shine on Eve's face was Rhianna's pussy juice.

"I thought that was cum," I whispered, the sticky white goo in her hair was surely cum.

"Hi, Coach, Ma'am," Rhianna greeted, her usual well-mannered self. Like her brother, she is a vocal leader. A co-captain cheerleader she has large breasts and a J-Lo bubble butt, she is easily one of the most attractive students at our school.

"Hello, Rhianna," I greeted.

"Please, call me Ashley, my mother is Ma'am," Ashley said, hating any inferences that she is old...which at twenty-six she isn't.

"Of course," Rhianna smiled.

"Your look flushed," Ashley pointed out, stirring the pot, trying to confirm our hypothesis.

"I was just showing Eve a few things," she answered, not realizing that, knowing what we knew, we didn't miss her innuendo.

Ashley, sly as a fox, quipped back, "Yes, I'm sure she drained you."

I had to hold in a laugh at Ashley's rather blunt response.

Rhianna, still unaware we suspected Eve had just ate her out, replied, "It's very rewarding to show someone their place on a team."

I couldn't resist. "That's very generous of you, Rhianna."

Rhianna shrugged, looking directly at Ashley as she said it, "As head cheerleader, it's my privilege to instruct."

Ashley's face went red as Rhianna implied something that we were not supposed to catch, but clearly did. Ashley stammered just a bit, "I-um," before looking at me with her mischievous smile as she recovered relatively gracefully, "I-um-don't think I've seen you in action before. I'd love to correct that oversight."

Rhianna was taken aback at that, now unsure if we got her double entendres. She, too, recovered quickly, "I'm not sure you would approve of my methods they are a bit...unorthodox and I wouldn't want to offend your sensibilities."

Ashley, really into it now, answered, "Oh, you would be surprised; I am VERY open-minded and IMPOSSIBLE to offend."

My cock got hard as the eighteen year old black beauty in her tight fitting blue dress and beige pantyhose (thigh highs maybe if she was just serviced by Eve) was trading sexual innuendo barbs with my girlfriend, who had just recently implied that she has had at least one, assumedly more than one, lesbian encounters in the past.

"Well maybe we can chat more about this, another time Ashley?" Rhianna offered.

"I look forward to it," Ashley replied, not backing down.

"Until then," Rhianna smiled, turned to me her smile seemingly amused, "Enjoy the service, Coach."

"You too," I barely got out, my lower head doing all my thinking.

As soon as Rhianna walked away, another surprise hit us as Troy too sauntered out of the same office Eve had left earlier and he walked towards us.

"Well, that explains everything, doesn't it?" Ashley said, just before Troy reached us.

"Hi, Coach," he said, oblivious to our knowledge, of what had been going on in that office, even as the image of his cock in Eve's mouth popped into my head.

"Did you go out and celebrate Friday's victory," I asked.

"Not really," he shrugged, "we haven't really won anything yet."

"I like that attitude, Troy," I said, his winning focus similar to mine when I was a player.

"You didn't do anything to celebrate your victory," Ashley asked, digging for information.

"Nothing out of the ordinary," he shrugged.

Ashley glanced down subtly at the unmistakable bulge in Troy's pants before replying, "Well we expect big things from you, Troy, big, big things."

Troy, flirting back, quipped, "I never disappoint."

Breaking the growingly awkward conversation, Troy's big cock refusing to leave my head, I said, "See you at practice tomorrow."

"Of course," he nodded, before adding, "It's always a pleasure Ms. Grisham."

"I'm not an old woman, Troy, please call me Ashley," my girlfriend said.

"Sure thing, Ashley," he smiled, as he left.

As soon as he was out of ear shot I said, "He was flirting with you."

"He is quite the player," Ashley quipped back, implying the double meaning of the term player.

"That he is?" I replied as we walked into the house of worship.

I watched Eve in the choir, the image of her hungrily bobbing on Troy's big black cock refusing to leave my head, I listened to her father preach about resisting temptation, the irony obvious to him as his Eve had submitted to Troy's temptation unconditionally. I glimpsed across the church to Troy listening intently with his family, a slightly smug smile on his face throughout the sermon. Obviously not listening, sitting beside Troy was Rhianna who kept glancing over our way, as if sizing up her next prey...my girlfriend.

I began to wonder if Ashley was turned on by Rhianna's flirting or if she knew she was being checked out all service; I also wondered if she was right about her philosophy on Troy's dominant personality; his father is a big contributor to the church and a very prominent surgeon; his mother is also a doctor, albeit part time, a very influential person in the community, a member of our school's PTA and the leader of the basketball booster's club. The Brown's also have three more children: away at college out east was the eldest Latisha (whom I had only met once), at community college in town is the oldest brother Jamal (another great basketball player, playing and getting a degree in film) and DeDreana is the youngest in tenth grade (also a basketball player, playing on the girl's junior varsity team).

The more I thought about it, the stranger I found the whole Eve and Troy thing was; if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I would have never believed it...but I had seen it and I couldn't get it out of my head.

After the service, Ashley and I were chatting with fellow parishioners, many giving congratulations for our big win on Friday and wishing me luck on our state finals tournament. When Mr. Brown walked over, his beautiful wife's arm wrapped around his, and said, "Well done, Coach, you really got the boys playing to a whole higher level of team work."

"Thanks," I shrugged, "they really have begun to gel as a team. Of course, your boy has been pretty instrumental in our journey to the state championship tournament."

"He works hard, but he has definitely needed a coach who could push him and not take any of his guff?" Mr. Brown remarked.

"He has been a complete team player," I responded, which was true. Troy was without a doubt the best player on our team, but he was also a natural leader, understanding how to best involve his teammates to maximize the team's chances to be successful. Not many players grasped it as well as he did, at any age.

"Well, keep it up, Coach," Mr. Brown said, patting my back, "Let's get that darn trophy here after all these years."

"That is the goal," I agreed.

Once gone, Ashley pulled me towards the exit, "Do you think Troy gets his dominance from Andre?"

"Like father, like son," I joked, seeing many similarities between father and son.

"I don't know, I can't fathom Vanessa being submissive like Eve," Ashley said, a naughty smile crossing her face.

"Is that Troy's mother's name? Yeah, she doesn't seem the docile type." I laughed as we reached the fresh air of a spring day. "But I also didn't think I would see Troy face fucking Eve either, or Eve with pussy juice on her face...in church" I added, intentionally being crude.

"Touché," Ashley laughed, before adding, "Which for the record had my cunt burning throughout the service. I wouldn't mind a good face-fucking myself."

"I think that could be arranged," I offered, as we reached the car.

Ashley stopped and looked around.

I asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm serious, seeing cunt juice on Eve's face, cum in her hair and hearing of her being dominated by Troy has had me unable to think straight. I almost burst out laughing when the minister talked about resisting the snake of temptation," Ashley answered, grabbed my hand and led me across the street to a Chinese restaurant.

Unable to resist, I quipped, "Yes, she devoured the tempting black snake whole."

"You never told me, how big is his tempting snake?" Ashley asked, as we reached the restaurant.

"Near ten inches I think, maybe longer," I answered.

"Fuck off," she said, stopping and looking at me, her expression one of disbelief.

"I was a ways away, but it looked like a tree stump," I joked, realizing I had seen him naked many times in the dressing room and shower, but never really paid any attention to his cock size.

"Fuck that makes it even hotter," Ashley said, a hunger in her eyes that she often got when she was super horny (which thankfully was often). "Let's go."

"What are you planning?" I asked.

"I'm taking you into the bathroom and let you fuck my face," she answered, casually as if the answer was obvious.

"Here?" I asked.

"Better than in the church parking lot," she quipped, tugging my arm and leading me into the restaurant.

Once inside, we were seated by a pretty Asian teenager. Ashley was literally vibrating as she waited to order, her foot under the table was between my legs rubbing my crotch. "Once we order, I am going to the bathroom; I will text you if no one else is in there. As soon as I do, get your ass in the bathroom."

"Okay," I agreed, turned on by her insatiable hunger and nervous about going into a woman's bathroom, although the restaurant was almost completely empty. I massaged her stocking-clad foot (I loved that she always wore nylons for me), until the waitress came and took our order.

As soon as she left, Ashley stood up and disappeared into the bathroom without a word.

Seconds later the text came. "NOW!!!"

Without thinking, I quickly stood up and headed to the bathrooms. I stopped at the ladies' room door, looked to make sure no one was around, and entered the forbidden area.

Ashley was waiting just inside the door; she grabbed me and tugged me into the corner stall. She fished my cock out of my pants without taking them down at all and deep-throated my seven-inch cock instantly.

Looking down and watching her bob back and forth so eagerly was an incredible turn-on that I couldn't help but wonder how I had been so fortunate to meet this perfect woman. Standing up, she said, "Sorry, baby, I was just going to blow you, but I need it bad."

She put a foot on the toilet seat, lifted up her sundress (a very convenient dress for a quickie), up over her ass, tugged aside her pink thong, and said, "Shove that big snake of yours in me."

I laughed at the reference to the earlier sermon, as I obliged her request, moving behind her and filling her pussy.

"Fuck me hard, pound my cunt, baby," she demanded, her right hand on the wall, her left going to her pussy.

I slammed into her hard, knowing there were times like these when the sex was raw, carnal, and we were just two lustful beings bringing undeniable pleasure to each other.

Both of us already being horny for the same reason, it didn't take long before Ashley was panting, her fingers rapidly stimulating her clit, as she moaned, "Fuck I love your big cock deep in me, baby."

After seeing the porn and plethora of ridiculously huge black cocks, it was good to hear from the love of my life that my seven inches were enough for her. I moaned back, "and I love your tight pussy, sexy."

"Faster," she demanded, now moving her ass backwards to meet my forward thrusts.

Seconds later, she screamed, "Fuuuuuck," as her orgasm quaked through her and onto my cock.

Hunger still in her eyes, she turned around, dropped to her knees and devoured my cock once again, even as her orgasm still rumbled through her. After a few seconds of deep throating me, she slapped my ass, her intent clear, I began aggressively fucking her face.

My balls bouncing off her chin, my cock fucking her face my orgasm began bubbling instantly. Like the last time, her mouth was wrapped around my cock, her hand slithered to my ass crack and this time I wasn't surprised when her finger penetrated my back door. Unlike last time when she had just pushed her finger in, this time she pumped her finger in and out of my ass. All of which triggered my orgasm shooting my load inside her mouth as I fucked both her mouth and her finger. I couldn't believe how her finger in my ass enhanced the pleasure and got me off with an even more ferocious intensity than usual.

Her mouth was still wrapped around my cock when we heard the door open to the bathroom and heard two voices.

She moved away as I quickly shuffled myself to stand on the toilet. Ashley followed sitting down on the toilet even as my cock lingered above her, a drop of my cum landing in her hair.

"Mom, I am supposed to meet up with Jasmine, Carol and Tasia at the mall," a young girl's voice said.




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The other voice replied, "Honey, a quick bite to eat with your family will not kill you." The voice seemed familiar and yet I couldn't place it.

"And if it does," the first voice said, sighing.

"Then Troy gets your college money," the older voice said.

My eyes went wide as I realized it was Mrs. Brown and her daughter, Rhianna, in the bathroom.

Ashley, turned around and smiled, before another drop of my cum fell and landed on her forehead. She mouthed, "You fucker."

I mouthed back, "Now what?"

"We wait," she mouthed back, stretching up and taking my cock in her mouth.

Thankfully, Mrs. Brown and Rhianna were just freshening up and left quickly as my slutty girlfriend enjoyed my clear discomfort.

Taking my cock out of her mouth, she said, "I will go check and text you when the coast is clear."

"Thanks," I stammered, climbing off the toilet and quickly putting my cock away.

She left and a few seconds later texted me, "Someone is coming."

I quickly locked the stall door and sat on top of the toilet praying the woman wasn't going to try my stall. Thankfully, she didn't, instead taking the stall next to me.

I quickly texted Ashley asking if the coast was clear and when the yes came, I quickly hurried out of the stall and bathroom before I crossed the hallway to the men's room where I discovered Mr. Brown at one of the two urinals.

Desperate to pee, which often followed an orgasm, I moved to the urinal beside him and joked, "Are you stalking me?"

He laughed, "I was here first, so you must be stalking me."

"Touché," I chuckled, as I begin urinating. I don't know why: curiosity I suppose, but I couldn't resist glancing down and checking out Mr. Brown's cock. It was a quick glimpse, but enough to:

A. See that he too was well hung even when not in a state of arousal.

B. To be caught by Mr. Brown.

He didn't say anything, but the slightest of a smirk, gave away that he may have noticed my interest in his package. He zipped up a moment later and went to wash his hands.

"Have a great day, Coach," he said, a moment later as I stayed at the urinal even though I was long done peeing.

"You too," I answered shakily as I put my cock, growing again despite my recent relief, back in my trousers.

Ashley texted me asking if I was out of my predicament just as I finished washing my hands. I returned to the table where she was chatting with Mrs. Brown and Rhianna.

When I joined them, I gasped to myself, my cum was still on Ashley's forehead, not glaringly obvious, but definitely noticeable if one was paying attention.

After a brief moment more of generic chit-chat, the Brown's left and I said, clearly stressed, "You still have some cum on your forehead."

Not fazed, she moved her finger to her forehead, scooped the small leftover remnants of cum, and put it in her mouth.

"Shit, shit, shit," I cursed, horrified by what the Brown's might think. Double horrified by being caught checking out Mr. Brown's cock at the urinal.

"I doubt they knew it was cum, baby," she smiled, sucking her finger clean.

"What if they did?" I asked, still stressed out.

"Then they officially know that a teacher has had sex," she said brushing aside my concerns.

"How can you be so laissez-faire?" I asked, refusing to look over at the Brown's table.

"I can't change it, so it is what it is," she answered, her casual attitude usually sexy, but now a bit frustrating.

"To make matters worse, I think Mr. Brown thinks I was checking out his cock," I confessed, my anxiety really getting the best if me.

"He what? Why?" Ashley asked, clearly curious.

"Because I was," I admitted. "I couldn't help it. I went to the urinal to pee like I always do after sex,"

"I meant to ask, what is it about you and peeing after sex," she interrupted.

"Don't all men?" I asked, just assuming.

"God, no, most just fall asleep," she answered, laughing softly.

"Well, I like to be different," I joked.

"That you are," she smiled. "Seriously, who gets turned on by pantyhose?"

"All men," I answered, defensively.

"Trust me, I have dated a lot of men and you are the first that gets turned on by them. Most obsess over my tits or ass," she countered.

"I like your tits and ass too," I countered.

"Anyways, you are a twisted man and that is why I love you," she smiled back.

"You love me," I asked, knowing full well she hadn't declared her love when I did.

"Of course, silly," she smiled sweetly, before her expression shifted to coy. "On another note, is Mr. Brown hung?"

"Ashley," I gasped, surprised by her shift from her first declaration of love to the size of a black cock.

"I'm curious, just like you were, obviously," she smiled, her foot again going to my crotch.

My face went red at the truth of her words as I admitted, "Like father, like son, it seems."

"Hmmm, does that mean your dad is big too," she teased.

Realizing we were in play mode, I quipped, "Well, you know your body is based on your mom's DNA."

"Yes, you already know what I will look like in twenty years," she continued, her foot putting extra pressure on my awkwardly positioned and trying to grow cock.

"I will definitely take that," I answered.

"You better," she countered.

Our food arrived and we shifted our conversation to calmer topics like her ridiculous work schedule which would not allow for her to spend much time with me over the next week. I pointed out I would be pretty busy myself with getting prepared for the state championship and grading math tests that I had due this week.

Once done eating, our desert in front of us but both of us needing time for our lunch to settle, Ashley glanced over to the Browns before turning to me and saying, "I can't believe Rhianna was flirting with me like that."

"You loved it," I quipped back, knowing she did.

"Well, it is the purest sign of flattery," she shrugged.

"What is?" I asked.

"Being hit on by someone of the same sex. No different for men. When a gay guy hits on you that is the ultimate compliment," she explained.

"How so?" I asked, curious by yet another strange sexual philosophy of my oversexed girlfriend.

"Isn't it obvious? Gay men have better taste in men than women do," she said, as if that explained everything.

"I am not remotely following this," I replied.

"Well most women are so jaded by past betrayals by men that they lower their standards, while gay men have great taste in clothing and men," she clarified.

"So what you are saying is that you settled for me based on your harsh past and that since I have never been hit on by a gay guy I am not a good catch?" I countered, playing devil's advocate to her bizarre philosophy.

"First off, I am not settling. You are sexy, we have similar interests, your dad is hot so you will be too in twenty years, you have a super tongue and a nice big cock," she replied, splattering me with ego-boosting compliments.

"Those are all tough to argue with," I agreed.

"Plus, Nate thinks you are hot," she added.

"Gay nurse Nate?" I asked, although he was the only Nate I knew.

"The one and only," she confirmed. "That night we met Nate and I were both checking you out. Of course, I won."

"What did he say about me?" I asked and then realized how ludicrous the question was.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked playfully.

"I'm just considering all my options," I countered with a smile.

She laughed as she added, "Well, speaking of things Nate said, he tells me no one gives head better than another man."

"Well, we will just have to take his word for it," I replied, trying to push aside the curiosity tickling at the back of my mind; I wasn't gay, there was no way I was wondering if I could please Troy more than Eve could.

"If you are ever curious," she answered, then laughed at the double-meaning of curious in the context referred.

"Good to know," I laughed, "in case you quit sucking cock after the I do's."

Silence suddenly filled the room as we both realized what I had just said.

Thankfully, it was Rhianna who broke the sudden tension as she passed our table on her way to the washroom. "Hmmmm, that looks good enough to eat whole."

My eyes went wide, but Ashley not missing a beat, retorted, "So I have been told."

Rhianna was already walking away, her bubble butt ass swaying enticingly. Ashley leaned forward, "Do you think I should follow her in there and let her eat me whole?"

"You wouldn't," I gasped, my cock springing immediately to life at the thought of Ashley with another woman, especially someone as delicious as Rhianna.

"Just tell me to do it," she said, her expression one of total sincerity. If I said go for it I was positive she would have did exactly what she said she would do.

"If she wasn't one of my students," I said, briefly being the one in charge, "I would have you and her in a sixty-nine."

"You would?" She smiled.

"Absolutely," I nodded, playing along with her naughty innuendo.

She fed me a bite of the dessert and took one herself, allowing yet another naughty implication linger between us, my cock ready to burst through my pants like the Hulk.

The dessert was almost done when Rhianna sauntered past us again. Ashley said as she passed, "Isn't my dessert delicious, honey?"

Rhianna stopped to look at me and waited to hear my response. Forgetting she was a student, my cock head again controlling my real head, I answered. "It is by far the best dessert I have ever had and I have had a lot."

Rhianna smiled, putting another seed of naughtiness in the air, "Well, I will have to try some... one day very, very soon."

Again, she left before Ashley could counter leaving yet another naughty innuendo lingering between us.

Ashley asked, leaning in, "You wanted to know if I have been with another woman, right?"

"Is that a trick question?" I asked, knowing in past relationships when something is too good to be true, it usually is (although Ashley had dispelled all my relationship theories so far).

"Nope, do you really want to hear about my naughty lesbian past?" She asked, sucking on her straw innocently, yet it wasn't innocent to me. Also, her foot which had returned to the floor throughout our meal was back against my crotch teasing me.

"If you want to tell me," I answered safely.

She moved her foot away and stood up, "If you want to know all about my sordid past and learn another one of my fantasies, you better follow me right fucking now, I am so horny I could go ride her face right here in the restaurant in front of her parents."

I briefly entertained that thought before tossing two twenties on the table for the twenty-six dollar bill and following her out like a puppy following a bone, giving a quick wave to the Browns as we left.

Once in the car, I asked, "Where to?"

"My place," she answered.

"Sounds like a plan to me," I agreed, pulling out of the parking lot my cock hard with anticipation and my mind filled with curiosity.

5. Ashley's DARK Lesbian Desires

Once back at her place, she asked, "Do you ever watch Internet porn, baby?"

"Isn't that the only reason people go on the internet?" I answered without answering the question.

"Nice evasive answer," Ashley noticed.

"Well, I watched a lot more before I met you," I answered, which was true.

"How sweet," Ashley smiled, before surprising me again. "I have subscriptions to a couple websites," she admitted, opening her laptop.

"You do?" I asked, surprised that a woman would pay for Internet porn, it seemed like such a guy thing.

"Yep. After a long day at work I often need to unwind with a glass of wine, one of my toys and a little Internet porn," she revealed.

"How many toys do you have?" I asked.

"More than a few less than a plethora," she vaguely answered.

"Well that narrows it down completely," I joked.

"I like to be an enigma," she smiled, clicking onto a website.

"That you are," I agreed, an enigma being the best word to describe her.

"Turn on the television," she instructed.

"Sure," I obeyed, reaching for the remote.

Once the screen was on, I realized that her computer was hooked up to her TV and the website she had up was all interracial lesbian porn.

"Wow," I said, staring at the screen unable to formulate a complete thought.

"So this website has a variety of hot lesbian submission scenes," Ashley explained, scrolling over a few brief pictures with summaries. "There is a student making her teacher her submissive play thing, that one is pretty hot I will download it for you, for the rare time you are home alone and need something to get you off."

"Thanks," I said, only vaguely knowing what I was saying thanks for. I was so overwhelmed by the different scenes of black and white girls, although these were all tasteful and appropriate pictures. I wasn't surprised Ashley watched porn, I was surprised she paid for porn.

She continued, "Oh this one is hot too, a girl gets pulled over for speeding and ends up paying the fine with her face."

I joked, "Cheaper than the ticket."

"And a lot more fun," Ashley volleyed back.

"Oh this one was crazy. Three prisoners overpower two guards and completely dominate them," Ashley said, as if she was reviewing a book.

"That turns you on?" I asked, not imagining her being taken.

"Fuck yeah," Ashley said, "just the thought of it has my cunt leaking. If we didn't know her parents I would have followed that dyke right into the bathroom and fucked her senseless."

"You would not," I protested.

"In a heartbeat," she countered. "Fantasy number two is me having sex with a black woman."

"That one is a lot hotter than the first one," I said, the thought of her in a sixty-nine with another girl, Rhianna of course popping into my head, was super hot.

"I don't think so," she shrugged, "they are both hot, just different."

"Night and day different," I added.

"I don't know, more night and dusk," she said, scrolling to another page of videos. "This one has the hottest black girl ever and she is even wearing stockings for you."

I read the summary: Carol (the maid) is sick of the demeaning way her white boss treats her and decides to turn the tables on her, making the white boss the maid.

"Oh, oh, here it is," she said, clicking on a chapter called Nursed to Sin. "Take a seat, baby, it's time for a little bit of lesbian submission."

I asked, "Are all the videos black women dominating white women?"

"Yep," she replied matter-of-factly, sitting beside me and watching the scene start.

Another puzzle piece to the enigma that was Ashley. She was pretty aggressive with me in the bedroom, but would she be submissive to a woman? A black woman? Rhianna? Again, Ashley had my head spinning as I began watching porn for the third time in a week.

The scene started with a pretty blonde nurse, in her thirties I would guess, walking into a hospital room of a black teenager lying on the bed. "About fucking time," the pretty black girl snapped.

"Excuse me," the blonde nurse stammered, surprised by the patient's rudeness.

"I have been waiting for twenty fucking minutes," the black girl roared.

"Sorry, Ma'am," the nurse responded, used to pacifying unhappy patients. "It is shift change and they must have missed you."

"Ma'am, I like that," the black girl smirked.

"What can I do for you?" The nurse asked her tone usually effective at calming most verbal storms.

"Massage my feet," the young black girl replied.

"Pardon?" The nurse asked surprised by the request.

"Massage my fucking feet?" the black girl repeated.

"Sorry, Ma'am, we don't do that," the nurse replied, surprisingly keeping her cool.

"It wasn't a fucking request," the black teen patient snapped. "Now get your ass over here and massage my feet."

The nurse seemed bewildered by the treatment, but decided it was better to appease the irate irrational patient before she caused an even bigger commotion. She walked to her and took the black girl's right foot in her hands.

"Good girl," the black teen complimented, the smile on her face implying she had nefarious intentions for the older, pretty nurse.

The nurse's cheeks went red but she continued the servant like task.

I glanced at Ashley who was staring at the television completely intoxicated by the scene that was unfolding. Was it one of her fantasies to be seduced by a patient, a black patient?

I returned my gaze to the movie and noticed the nurse had changed feet.

Ashley flipped her stocking-clad feet onto my lap, and I instinctively took her foot in my hands and began massaging.

"Suck my toes," the patient instructed the nurse.

"I really need to check on my other patients," the nurse replied somewhat flustered by the request.

"Fine," the patient replied, "but I expect you back here during your break. Is that understood?"

The question was in a tone that was clear it wasn't a question but an expectation.

"I will try," the nurse replied.

"If you don't come and get your break time snack, I will come and find you and trust me you don't want that," the teen threatened.

"Yes, ma'am," the nurse said.

"When is your break?" The teen asked.

"It's at eleven," The nurse answered.

"See, you then," the teen stated.

"Yes, ma'am," The nurse nodded in response, clearly desperate to get out of the room.

The nurse walked out and once the door was closed, she leaned herself against the wall her face flushed, her body reacting to the submissive task she had just done.

"Hot, hey?" Ashley asked, raising her other foot to my lips.

"It's very interesting," I answered which was the truth, my mind spinning with the unspoken implications of showing me this particular video.

"That's a very politically correct response," she smiled, bending her one leg so her foot landed right on my very stiff cock. "Interesting, very interesting," she smiled as she turned her head back to the television and I took her nylon-clad toes in my mouth.

On screen, the white nurse was clearly rattled by her brief time with the blunt teenager. At her break, she walked to the door and paused.

"Get in here," the voice came from inside the door.

The nurse paused a couple more seconds before pushing the door open and entering.

"My toes," the teen instructed, as if two hours hadn't transpired since their last conversation.

The nurse didn't move closer to the patient as she explained, although her tone showed her weakness, "Ma'am, please, this is inappropriate."

"Taking care of your patient's needs is inappropriate?" The teen asked, innocently.

"Yes, no," the flustered nurse replied, clearly overwhelmed and unaccustomed to the strong personality of the black teen.

"Come here," the teen ordered.

The nurse tentatively moved towards the bed her nervousness obvious with each step.

The teen lifted up the blanket covering her to reveal she was naked and really stacked.




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My eyes went big at just how perfect her body was and I hadn't even gotten a good look at her ass.

The nurse stopped and stammered, "W-w-what are you doing?"

"Getting your snack ready," the black girl responded, her hand going to her cunt.

"I-I-I-can't," the nurse stammered, even as she stared between the legs of the teen goddess, the girl's completely shaved pussy staring back at her.

"You can and you will," the teen responded, before adding, "Now get your ass over here and get to licking my cunt."

"But...." The nurse began but was cut off.

"It is obvious you want to, your mouth is literally watering," the black seductress assessed.

"No-I-...." The white nurse was cut off again, this time harshly.

"Get over here now and pleasure your black mistress," the teen ordered.

The nurse, bewildered and scared to disobey the black patient, obeyed the order as she moved between the legs of the teenager.

"Good girl," the teen said, her tone instantly softening.

The camera angle changed and it was a close up of the nurse just as she extended her tongue and leaned forward.

Glancing at Ashley, even as I continued massaging her foot with my hand as I pleasured her toes, when I noticed her right hand had moved to her pussy.

Ashley was transfixed by the happenings on screen, clearly drawn into the white-black submission. I was dying to ask her if she had ever been with a black woman, the thought of her being submissive hard to fathom.

Back onscreen, the older nurse was licking slowly, clearly unsure how to please another woman. The teen said, "Is this your first time eating cunt, my pet?"

The nurse's already red cheeks turned a darker shade of red from the humiliation as she answered, softly, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Don't worry, they say practice makes perfect," the black teen smiled as she reached for the back of the nurse's head pulling it deeper into her pink perfection.

"Honey, come lick me," Ashley moaned, her eyes never leaving the scene onscreen, as she opened her legs for me.

Although I was enjoying the nurse submission, I repositioned myself between her legs on the couch and went to work pleasing her. Ashley's cunt was sopping wet already and her intoxicating scent swarmed over my senses.

Although I couldn't see the movie, I could hear it, as the scene progressed, the black teen's aggressive verbal domination steadily increasing.

I heard her say, "I think I will have to take you back to my sorority and let you learn how to please a sista," and "Such a good white slave," and "I can't wait to fuck that white box of yours," and "Or maybe I will plug that white ass of yours."

While I heard all the cock stiffening dirty talk, I eagerly licked Ashley whose moans were louder than usual and when the black girl said, "You love nigger pussy, don't you?" Ashley grabbed my head and came all over my face as she screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuck yes."

I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or speaking for the nurse in the movie, but either way my face was coated with Ashley's sticky wetness, my mind spinning with another naughty quirk of hers.

Finally, Ashley let go of my head as I sat up and said, "You were extra wet today."

"I have been dripping since Rhianna flirted with me," she admitted.

"Is that so?" I teased, my hand massaging her leg.

"Fuck yes," Ashley said, adding, "As I said, it is another fantasy of mine to be seduced and taken by a woman of colour."

"That doesn't seem like you," I pointed out.

"I told you, I'm an enigma," she shrugged.

"So what if Rhianna hits on you again?" I asked, my cock creating a tent in my pants.

"Would you let me get fucked by her?" Ashley asked, her tone playful, blurring the intent. Was she serious?

"Could I watch?" I asked.

"If she lets you," Ashley smiled, shifting her body around so it was her turn to please me.

She released my cock from its fabric prison and said, "Watch the rest of the scene and imagine the patient is Rhianna and the nurse moi."

"Aaaah," I moaned as she engulfed my cock whole and I returned to watching the television.

The scene had shifted since I last watched. Somehow, the black patient had gotten herself a strap-on and was fucking the nurse from behind. The nurse, bent over the bed, her skirt up, pantyhose torn, was being fucked hard and her moans displaying just how much she was enjoying it.

"Do you like my cock in that cunt of yours," the black Domme asked.

"Yeeeees," the nurse whimpered.

"And you will be a good white slave for me?" the teen asked, slamming into the nurse so hard the bed moved.

"Yeeees," the horny nurse answered, her breathing getting increasingly erratic.

"Beg to be my white slave," the black goddess demanded, suddenly stopping with the plastic cock still deep inside the nurse.

The nurse was desperate to come, the fucking clearly stopping just before her climax was reached, she didn't hesitate as she answered, "Yes, Mistress, please can I be your white slave?"

"Is that all you got?" the black Mistress asked, her finger moving to the nurses' back door.

"Whaaaaat?" The nurse screamed, as a finger penetrated her ass without warning.

"Good white slaves have three holes for their Mistress to use," the teen Mistress explained as she began slowly pumping her finger in and out of her new slave's ass. "Shit you are tight, haven't you ever taken anything up your ass before?"

"Nooooo," the nurse answered, clearly in pain from the back door violation.

"Well, we better change that," the teen said, as she, with some work, slid a second finger inside.

"Oh myyyyy God," the nurse screamed in pain, loud enough that if this were a real hospital they would have visitors.

"Enjoying the movie?" Ashley asked, taking my cock out of her mouth.

"It's pretty hot," I admitted, looking down at her.

"Just imagine how hot it would be live," Ashley smiled, before returning to pleasuring my cock. She was sucking ever so slowly, making sure to allow me to watch the whole movie scene before allowing me to blow my top.

The idea of watching her with another woman was amazing, the thought it could be an eighteen-year-old student of mine: surreal, hot and scary, but mostly hot. Just the thought of seeing Rhianna's gravity defying breasts bared (I had seen them up close many cock-stiffing times) had my balls beginning to bubble.

Returning to the video just in time, I heard the nurse beg, "Please I will do anything, just please don't fuck my ass."

"You will come to my sorority and please every one of my sista's?" the black teen asked, rubbing her cock between the nurse's white ass cheeks.

"Yes," the nurse agreed, clearly willing to do anything to avoid being sodomized.

"And you will never disobey your chocolate Mistress," the teen asked, the smile on her face giving away her true intent...she was going to fuck the nurse's ass no matter what the nurse said.

"Yes, Mistress, I will be your white slave, your obedient pet," the nurse replied.

"Beg for it in your ass," the teen Mistress ordered, lube magically in reach of her hand as she generously lubed her cock.

"No, please," the nurse pleaded.

SMACK!

"Do as you're told, slut," the teen ordered, as she finished lubricating her cock.

Defeated, the nurse stammered, "P-p-please."

"Please, what, slave?" the teen questioned, pouring lube between the white ass cheeks of the nurse.

"Please fuck my ass," the nurse responded weakly.

"Please fuck my ass, what?" the Mistress questioned, pushing the nurse further into the depths of submission, as she placed the cock back between the ass cheeks of the pretty, disheveled nurse.

"Please fuck my ass, Mistress, my ebony goddess," the nurse answered, even adding a hot extra part.

"As you wish, you fucking cheap ass slut," the teen responded, piling on more and more humiliation to the submissive, bewildered nurse.

"Ooooooooh myyyyyyyy," the nurse screamed, as the strap-on cock began breaking through her back door.

"Oh my indeed," the teen chuckled as the plastic cock slowly disappeared between the white ass cheeks of the nurse.

A close up of the nurse showed the sheer mixture of pain and pleasure that was coursing through her body as she got her ass reamed.

The scene was incredibly hot, just as the thought of Ashley with Rhianna or another woman, as was also the slow burn Ashley was doing on my cock with her mouth and I knew my eruption was imminent.

"You like being an ass slave?" the teen Mistress asked, a couple of minutes later, as she began to really fuck the nurse, her body slamming into the nurse's ass making the bed move with each forward thrust.

"Yeeeeees," the nurse whimpered her orgasm on the rise.

"Come for me, ass slut, come like the slutty white whore you were born to be," the teen continued her verbal abuse.

"Oh God, oh God," the nurse moaned, so close to euphoria.

Not even realizing I was doing it, I grabbed Ashley's head and began fucking her mouth with my cock, bucking my ass up and shoving it deep in her mouth. The slurping sounds echoed through the room as I watched the final submission on screen.

"Fuuuuuuuck," the nurse screamed, as her orgasm cascaded through her.

"Coming from getting fucked in the ass, shit, you really are a fucking whore," the teen belittled, as she pulled out, walked around the bed and shoved the cock into the nurse's mouth.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," I repeated, as I shot my load into Ashley's mouth, suddenly realizing what I was doing and I let go of her head. Thankfully, she took over bobbing up and down as I continued spewing my seed in her mouth.

After a few seconds, she sat up and said, as if nothing had happened, "Oh watch this."

I returned my eyes to the television and away from Ashley to see an older black nurse walk in.

The white nurse tried to move away but was held in place by her teen Mistress.

"You did it, Janet," the black nurse said, as she pulled off her skirt.

"Yes, Mother, and she is all yours," the teen smiled, as she roughly grabbed the white submissive and tossed her onto the bed.

"I didn't think she was doable," the mom said, climbing onto the bed, straddling the dazed white nurse's face.

"They are all doable," the daughter responded. "No white slut has ever been able to refuse."

As the mom smothered her white co-worker's face, she laughed, "Like mother, like daughter."

"Fucking gets me off every time," Ashley said, before adding, "apparently you too."

"Sorry, I got carried away," I apologized.

"No worries, it was kind of hot for you to just take control and use me like your little slut," Ashley smiled, reaching over and giving my semi-erect cock a firm how-are-you-doing squeeze.

Joking, I answered, "Well you are my little slut."

"Your slut plans to flirt like hell with Rhianna the next chance she gets," she promised.

"Flirt away," I replied, the reality of the lesbian act way more fantasy than potential actuality.

We spent the rest of the day together going for a walk and enjoying a nice dinner before parting, without talking about sex again. Before I left, we had a quickie in her kitchen, and agreed that with our hectic week (basketball playoffs to focus on for me and with the hospital short staffed, Ashley would be working double shifts all week) that we probably wouldn't see each other for a few days.

As she kissed me goodbye, she handed me a USB flash drive and said, "A couple scenes I think you may like."

"Thanks, you are turning me into a dirty old man," I joked.

"My dirty old man," she corrected, kissing me again. Breaking the kiss, she said sweetly, "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, angel," I returned, before heading home feeling completely satisfied in every possible way.

6. Another BIG Surprise

Monday was the most awkward teaching day of my life. It was tough to teach with Eve in class, knowing what I did. She, oblivious to my knowledge, was her usual eager to please in class self. She asked questions, answered them, and took notes. Yet, I couldn't look her in the eye, although I did stare more than usual at her painted toes in her nylons as she slipped her foot in and out of her shoe all during class like a hypnotist's watch.

It was like a couple of years ago. We had a new Chemistry teacher on staff who was easily the hottest woman I had ever met. She had green hypnotic eyes, long black as night hair, a body that begged to be fucked and she always, even on casual Fridays, wore pantyhose. I had been flirting with her casually when Matt, a fellow colleague, said, "She is a fucking nympho."

I quipped back, Matt a well-known bullshitter, "As if you would know."

"I'm serious, she dated my brother's roommate back in college," he countered.

"So?" I shrugged.

"She loves it up the ass," he informed me.

"Fuck off," I said.

"Seriously, I am not bullshitting you," he said.

Whether it was true or not, every time I looked at her, from that moment on all I could think of was 'she loved it up the ass'. Thankfully, she was transferred to another school the next year ending my obsessive thoughts of her liking it up her ass.

After school, practice was just as awkward. Troy was his usual commanding self making it even harder to forget about his power over Eve and the bizarre dream I had. I forced myself to put it out of my mind and focused on the task at hand, getting prepared for the state championships that began on Friday.

However, after practice the awkwardness came back in spades. I had seen my players naked in the locker room a million times but this time was different. I couldn't help but check out the size of my players. It wasn't like I wanted to drop to my knees and suck their cocks, but I was suddenly very curious... I was in awe of many of the black cocks. There were big ones and smaller ones, none bigger than Troy; there were thin ones and thick ones; there were circumcised ones and uncircumcised ones.

The next couple of days flew by as I taught and prepared for the championships by watching hours of video once I got home. Life settled back into a familiar routine until Wednesday evening when I had to stay late for a budget meeting for next year with the school board and the boosters club.

Once the meeting was over, I went to my office to grab a couple more disks of games, when I walked in on Troy again...although this time it wasn't Eve...nor was it a girl! On his knees was Eric, Troy pumping his cock in and out of Eric's mouth, literally getting his face fucked by Troy. Eric is the team's starting small forward, the son of our mayor and nicest kid I had ever had the privilege to teach...he like me, white. He was a good rebounder, strong defender, great passer, and the team's glue guy both on and off the court. He keeps things loose, always quick with a joke and able to make a motivational speech when needed. Definitely not gay and definitely not one I would expect to submit to Troy...yet nothing any more should have surprised me.

The action had obviously been going on awhile, as Troy was really bucking his hips, his cock pumping in and out of Eric's mouth; somehow he was taking it all without gagging. It was literally an unbelievable scene out of a porno, where the straight white guy is actually an amazing cocksucker. Yet, there it was happening right before my eyes.

Troy, talking trash like he did on the court, said, "Shit Eric, you have gotten really good at this. You are a natural born cocksucker."

Obviously Eric couldn't respond as his mouth was full of cock, but he looked up at Troy with worshipful eyes; my own cock was suddenly rising in my pants against my will.

Close to orgasm, Troy grunted, "Here it comes faggot, swallow every last drop princess."

I watched in awe yet again as Troy came in someone's mouth, this time a guy. I couldn't help it: I imagined myself on my knees in Eric's place, picturing Troy feeding his cock to me. I watched a moment more as Troy continued to pump his cum into Eric's mouth; I stumbled forward and briefly into view of the two boys before I slunk away.

I was still in ear shot when Troy said, "This weekend you will be my personal cum bucket, is that clear, cocksucker?"

I didn't hear Eric's answer as I went to the door. Thinking I should probably do something to let Troy know that he could be caught, I opened the door and slammed it shut loud enough they were bound to know they had company. I then walked back up the hallway slowly whistling to give the boys time to cover up their secret rendezvous. I walked in and Troy was grabbing his bag from the locker, while Eric was nowhere to be seen.

"Troy," I said, acting surprised, "you scared the shi--crap out of me."

"Sorry, Coach, just spending some extra time on the court," he lied, his smile smug as if he knew a secret I didn't.

"You're welcome to use the court anytime, but you should probably let me know so no one gives you a hard time," I said.

Troy laughed and said, his innuendo obvious because I knew what he was really doing, "Oh, I usually am the one giving someone a HARD time."

I don't know why I said it, nor could I believe the words out of my mouth, as I replied, "Everyone needs to be given a HARD time once in a while."

Troy laughed, before adding, "I can't imagine many people have given you a HARD time too often.

"Not enough," I answered, and my face burned as I realized what I had said, hoping the innuendo hadn't been too obvious. "Anyways, get home, I need you rested and focused for Friday."

"See ya Coach," Troy nodded, as he walked past me and out the door.

I took a breath and went to my office shaking my head at the realization I had just been trading sexual innuendos with a student. 'Damn you Ashley,' I cursed to myself; I had never once considered a man sexually before her anniversary present, but since then I had watched gay porn, dreamt of sucking cock, checked out Dr. Brown's cock in the bathroom, got hard watching Troy get sucked off and imagined myself briefly on my knees replacing Eric.

Did I want to suck cock? After briefly considering it, I was confident I didn't. The thought had been placed in my head by Ashley and thoughts, even ones you don't agree with, take awhile to fade.

I grabbed the disks and headed out. I noticed movement in the bathroom, assumedly Eric, and decided to let him have what little dignity he had left by ignoring it and heading out.




DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey



Once home, I went to pop a DVD into the player and saw the porn DVD on top of the player. Before I knew it, I had popped it in the player instead of the game film and was sitting on my couch watching scene three.

The teacher was back at his desk, when he was paged to the office. He sighed, put his pen down and headed to the office.

Once at the office, the secretary, a very pretty blonde who was smiling knowingly said, "Principal Eagleson will see you now."

"Thanks, Carrie," the teacher answered, his tone implying he didn't know what was about to happen, even though since it was porn it was already obvious to me.

Once in the room, a large, well-built, bald black man was sitting at his desk. "Take a seat, James."

"Yes, sir," James obeyed.

"Did you know that I used to play professional football?" The principal asked.

"Of course," the teacher nodded.

"Do you know what I miss most about it?" Principal Eagleson asked.

"The camaraderie?" James offered.

"That is one way to put it," the built black man chuckled. After a brief pause, "Do you remember the Walton situation?"

"Yes," the teacher nodded, confused by the sudden change of topic.

"Well after he was wrongly accused of hitting on a student, we put cameras in every classroom in the school to protect both our teachers and our students," Principal Eagleson said.

The teacher's eyes went wide as he obviously realized the implication of the principal's words.

"What's the problem James? The thought of you, a big black cock in your mouth, captured on video have you speechless?" The principal chuckled.

"Please, sir," the teacher replied.

"Please what, Cocksucker?" The principal asked, standing up from his chair.

"I was forced," the teacher weakly protested, not meeting the principal's eyes.

"That is not what the video seemed to show," the principal replied a slight smile crossing his face as he stood over the white teacher.

"Y-y-you don't understand," the teacher stammered.

"Oh, I think I understand very well," the principal countered, as he unzipped his pants; at this point the teacher lowered his gaze as the principal continued explaining, "You see, I didn't finish my earlier thought about what I missed about my professional football days. Oh sure I loved the game, the rush of winning, but I also really loved the fringe benefits like having so many eager white cocksuckers who were always around to deposit a load in."

"Groupies?" the teacher asked tentatively.

"All my white teammates... ALL of them." The reply made James swallow uneasily.

I gasped at the revelation of the principal and how large his black cock was, at least ten inches, when he unleashed it from his trousers. As I had mentioned before, I had never seriously considered another man before, and definitely never considered a cock beautiful or juicy, but as I stared at his big black snake, I discovered that both of these descriptions were true: it was big, black, beautiful and juicy...even though such a description...juicy...seemed absurd, no other word properly described the image in my head. I wanted to taste it....

The teacher's eyes went big as he stared at the massive cock in front of him almost poking him in the eye.

"Get sucking, Cocksucker," the principal ordered.

"Sir, please I don't thi..." The teacher's weak plea was silenced when his mouth was filled by black cock.

As if a light switch was turned on the minute black meat filled his mouth, the teacher began bobbing back and forth ignoring where he was or who it was he was sucking.

"That's it Cocksucker. I think we will be adding this to your current duties," the principal smugly commented.

The teacher continued taking more of the massive black snake in his mouth.

I pulled out my cock band began stroking my iron stiff cock as I returned my eyes to the screen.

"I want it all in that cocksucking mouth of yours," the principal ordered as about seven inches continued to disappear in the teacher's mouth.

I couldn't fathom all that fitting in anyone's mouth when my mind automatically went to images of Troy's cock when both Eve and Eric were eagerly bobbing on it, it being very similar in size to the one onscreen right now.

As I slowly stroked myself, I remembered the scene in the locker room earlier, only this time it was me on my knees sucking Troy's cock. I bobbed slowly up and down the huge black muscle, hungry to take more in my mouth. Simultaneously, I pumped my cock as I imagined being a good cocksucker.

I was brought back to reality when I heard the principal in the movie ask, "Does my cocksucker want my cock in his ass?"

My eyes went wide as I realized I had been fantasizing about Troy and serving his cock. I returned my gaze to the TV as I continued stroking my rock hard cock.

The principal, after a couple of minutes of having his cock sucked, pulled his cock out and ordered, "Pull your pants down and bend over my desk."

"Please let me just suck you," the teacher pleaded, although he was already unbuttoning his pants, clenching his ass cheeks in anticipation.

"It wasn't a request. Do as you're fucking told, Faggot," the principal snapped, roughly pulling him out of the chair by her hair.

A fear in the teacher's eyes was clear, as he fumbled with his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear and bent over the desk.

"Ever had a cock this big up your ass?" The principal asked.

"No sir," the teacher answered nervously.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass?" The principal questioned as he sauntered over to the bent over white teacher,

"I'd rather just suck you," he answered.

"You seemed to like getting your ass reamed by your students," the principal pointed out as he put his cock between the teacher's ass cheeks.

"He made me," the teacher weakly defended.

"Well I won't make you," the principal laughed, as his cock was placed at the teacher's back door. "I will just leave my cock here and let you decide what you want."

A close up of the teacher's face showed his conflicting emotions: doing what was socially acceptable vs. doing what his body so obviously wanted. After a few seconds, the teacher whimpered, defeated, "Please fuck me, Sir."

"Pardon?" The principal asked smiling.

The teacher repeated his plea, "Please fuck my ass, Sir."

"You're sure?" the principal smiled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I would never want to make you do something you didn't want to do."

"Yes, sir, fuck my ass with your big cock," the teacher begged, moving his ass back trying to take it in him.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" The principal chuckled as he pushed forward and filled the teacher's ass in one hard forward thrust.

"Ooooooh Gooooood," the teacher screamed, the principal's cock clearly stretching his ass apart.

I began pumping furiously and in seconds cum shot out like a cannon into the air and then back down on me. As my loins pulsed with pleasure, I shook my head at just how turned on I got from watching gay interracial sex. I also couldn't believe that Troy had popped in my subconscious yet again.

I got up and shut the porno off just as the teacher begged to have his ass filled with cum. Oddly, the thought of what it would feel like to have my ass filled with cum popped into my head. I shook the thought out of my head and went to work on the game video for the upcoming weekend, anything to get me focused on what I should be doing.

That night I woke up again in a cold sweat from a dream so vividly real, it felt as if it had really happened.

I was on my knees again head eagerly bobbing back and forth, licking and sucking on his cock as Troy talked trash to me:"That's it, Coach suck my big cock," and "You look good with a mouthful of black cock," and "Coach, if I knew you were such an eager cocksucker we could have had way more fun on our road trips," and finally "You have been drooling over my black cock all season, haven't you, Coach?"

"Do you love my cock, Coach?" Troy asked, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

"Yes..." I admitted, reaching for it with my hand.

"How much do you love it, Coach?"Troy asked, as he moved the head of his cock around my lips.

I woke up shooting cum all over myself, the continual vision of Troy's cock and me on my knees overwhelming me.

Frustrated, I cleaned myself up, determined to keep this just a dirty twisted fantasy. I was not gay or bi-sexual and I had the perfect girlfriend...although I smirked to myself as I realized that if I told her my fantasy she would probably tell me to go for it...as long as she could watch.

Thankfully, I fell asleep eventually and didn't have any further relapses into gay fantasy.

7. Giving into my DARK Desires

I arranged for a substitute teacher Thursday so I could finish up all the game planning for Friday's two games as well as scouting our potential finals opponent on the assumption we won both our games Friday...which I was confident we would. The finals tournament had six teams in two pools of three with the winner of each pool advancing to the final Saturday evening at six.

I also had the players given the afternoon off from classes, so we could head out a day early and get well-rested before our eleven o'clock tip off Friday. We would also play again that evening.

I was so busy I didn't even have any time to even text Ashley, who promised she would drive up Saturday morning if we won our two games Friday.

The bus ride was loud and crazy, like bus rides always are, especially when the cheerleaders are on the bus as well. I worked with the other coaches on game planning and once we arrived at the dorms, where we were staying; we had a two-hour team meeting before sending the boys to their rooms around nine with a firm eleven o'clock curfew.

After a couple more hours of game planning, I am compulsive, I did my curfew checks. The boys each had their own dorm room as we found that they would be less likely to stay up horsing around than if they were sharing rooms; the small roster size of a basketball team made this feasible. The football team, for instance, would never be able to do that.

I knocked on Troy's room, five minutes after curfew, and I was surprised to have Eric, his face red, open the door. He stammered, "S-s-sorry, Coach, I was just going back to my room."

He was clearly embarrassed and I was pretty sure that Troy had been letting him suck his big black cock.

I looked at Troy on his bed and said, "You and Eric discussing strategy for tomorrow?"

"Nah, we were just talking and he was giving me a massage."

"A massage?" I questioned, surprised by his answer.

Troy answered, his next sentence dripping with innuendo, "Eric knows he can't play professionally; he wants to be a personal trainer. Besides, I had some stiffness I needed taking care of."

I could feel the heat in my cheeks at Troy's words. I replied, trying to hide my knowledge as well as the tent in my pants, "Well, don't break curfew."

"Sure thing Coach," Troy shrugged.

The thought of his hard black cock popped into my head. I paused as I tried to compose myself.

"Is there something wrong, Coach?" Troy asked.

"Just tired," I lied, "too many hours watching film and working on a game plan."

"Well, get some sleep, Coach. Tomorrow is going to be a long, hard day," Troy said. Although unbelievable, to me he seemed to stress both the words long and hard.

I stammered, the thought of me on my knees now playing in my head like a movie on loop, "Y-y-you too. I need my captain ready to go tomorrow."

"I am always ready to go, Coach," Troy retorted, again me reading his words and the hidden meaning in between the words.

Desperate to get out of his room, I mumbled something as I left before he could say anything else that had me thinking thoughts I shouldn't be having.

.....

We won our first game handily, 88-64 and now could relax a bit before our evening game.

As we were watching two teams in the other pool, including the first ranked Wolverines, Rhianna sat down beside me, much to my surprise.

"Hi coach," she said, in her cheerleading outfit, her legs glistening in her pantyhose.

"Hi, Rhianna," I smiled, acknowledging her before returning my attention to the game. Watching a team live was better for scouting than video at least that is what I found.

"Where is Ashley?" Rhianna asked, I noticed she didn't refer to her as Ms. Grisham like she had in the past.

"Working," I answered, barely paying attention to the question.

"Oh, I was hoping she would be here," she replied.

Without thinking, barely processing her words because I was so focused on the court action, I replied, "She will be coming up tomorrow morning if we make the finals."

"Delicious," Rhianna said, before adding, "Thanks, Coach."

"No problem," I answered, before realizing as she began walking away that our brief conversation was rather unorthodox. I looked her way and she was chatting with her brother and I just shook my head assuming I was again reading too much into the conversation, as I probably had with Troy also.

I watched the rest of the game, confident I had found a couple ways to exploit the Wolverines should we meet them in the state championships tomorrow. They too won their opener easily 91-53.

The afternoon flew by and other than a half hour meeting with the players before our early dinner, I remained focused on the game at hand.

We won again, this one a lot closer, 80-78, Troy setting up the winning points with a great pass. My stress level was through the roof as we blew a 76-70 lead with just over a minute left. Thankfully, we pulled it out and my emotions instantly shifted from pulling my hair out to pumping my fist in the air in jubilation.

After giving a speech to the team about perseverance, I sent them back to the dorms while I watched the final game of the other draw as the Wolverines battled it out with the also undefeated Buckeyes. Like our game, this one was closer but the Wolverines pulled away in the last few minutes winning 88-77.

Emotionally drained, I headed back to the dorms. I went directly to Troy's room to tell him who we were playing in the final and to briefly talk strategy.

I knocked on his door and was startled by Troy saying clearly perturbed, "You're late."

I took that as a strange invitation and entered to see Troy clearly having just finished showering standing there in only a towel.

"Late for what?" I joked.

Troy was clearly surprised by my appearance; I wondered if he was expecting Eric again. Troy grabbed his phone and quickly hit a few buttons, presumably texting someone.

"Eric was supposed to come and relieve my stiffness again," Troy said, a slight bulge in his towel apparent.

"I won't be long," I said. "We are playing the Wolverines."

"I know," he answered, "I checked online."

"So we are going to have to double team that Walker kid," I said.

"I have never double teamed someone before," Troy replied. My head instantly went sexual even though the comment was obviously about basketball. He was the one often double teamed.

"I think that if we neutralize him, our other players are stronger and we can win by playing a perfect team game," I explained.

Right when I finished speaking, Troy's towel dropped to the floor and Troy didn't even try to cover himself up. Although I had seen his cock from afar and in action, seeing it so close, especially after all I now knew, from three feet away was something completely different. It was semi-erect and seemed to be calling my name. I couldn't take my eyes off it as I flashed to Ashley's fantasy, plus my own strange dreams of late and wondered to myself if maybe I didn't want the same thing she did.

My cock grew rapidly in my trousers as I couldn't tear my gaze from his semi-erect cock. I stared at it in open admiration, and I looked for way too long; I just stared, slack-jawed, as I was completely captivated by my player's enormous cock.

"Coach, are you here to deal with my stiffness?" Troy asked, taking his cock in his hands.

Troy's words broke through my mental fog. My jaw hung open as I stared in wonder. I looked up and stammered, "W-w-what?"

"You can't take your eyes off it, can you, Coach?" Troy asked, smiling as it grew in his hands.

I shook my head weakly, desperate to stay in control as my body betrayed me, my eyes looking down again, his cock like a magnet to my eyes.

"Yeah, I figured as much," Troy said with a smile, before adding, "You seemed pretty in awe when you were watching Eric blow me."

I looked at him in shock, feeling myself rapidly losing control of this situation. My cock stiffened in my pants uncomfortably. He smirked at me. I couldn't meet his gaze so I locked away from him; my attention returned to his massive, throbbing erection. I was losing control of the situation completely; his easy dominance further heightened my arousal. Again I barely got out, "Y-y-you saw me?"

"I did and you seemed pretty intense as you watched," Troy said, his cock now a missile ready to launch, as I took many furtive glances at his beautiful member, completely unable to stop myself, my eyes unable to resist quick peeks, hopefully subtle glances, at his irresistable cock.

"I couldn't believe it," I weakly got out.

"What? That Eric is a cocksucker?" Troy asked, clearly confident with swearing in front of me now.

"I didn't know Eric was gay," I said.

Troy chuckled, "He's not. He's just white and all white boys bend for black cock."

"Excuse me?" I questioned him, even though I seemed to be proof that his words were true.

"Eric is, like all white boys, naturally inclined to want to please black cock," Troy explained, as if it was obvious.

"I don't...." I began.

I was interrupted by Troy asking, "What is it about white boys begging to be cocksuckers for nigger cock?"

"Watch your language," I scolded, trying with every ounce of my brain to keep in control. I was the adult, the coach.

Troy chuckled, "Coach we both know what you want right now. That's to assist me with my stiffness."

I didn't speak...I didn't move.

"On your knees, Coach," he ordered.

"Troy, please...," I protested, finally finding my voice. My protest was undermined however, as I nodded in reply, my mouth watering as I stared at his big black cock, and his hand slowly pumping it."

"Coach, we don't have a lot of time. I texted Eric not to stop by for now, but curfew is in forty-five minutes," Troy pointed out. "If you aren't interested, I will just text Eric to come and deal with my stiffness, he has actually became very good at it."