THE IVORY CLUB - CH 03

After the brutal gangbang that poor Jane had suffered at the hands of Charles and his friends, she was at a loss as to what to do next. She still very much wanted her marriage and relationship with her husband Peter to continue; but how could she hold down a marriage when she was constantly being fucked by very large, very powerful and uncompromising black men? And as a true slut, she loved every minute of it And now the sad fact was she needed black dick to satisfy her insatiable appetite for rough black sex. She knew that her husband could no longer satisfy her and it was the dominating masterful behaviour of black men that she desired more then anything. Possibly even more then her marriage, well that was the issue. And on top of all that there was her successful audition. Following her virtuoso performance as a slut when she was the main star of a vicious gangbang, she was now due to appear in a film, produced and directed by Randy and Jake, two of the men who had fucked her that day, where she would be acting the part of a frustrated housewife who becomes a stripper and is forced to perform for a bunch of thuggish black men. It did not take a genius to work out what would follow, both on and off film. And she was in no position to resist, given that she had become such a black cock loving whore. It was this very dilemma that Jane wrestled with on the immediate Sunday following her gangbang. She and her husband were at church, Jane preying for forgiveness and guidance - black cock or her husband? - and Peter was just preying for guidance - he after all had witnessed two of her fuckings and had been on the phone to her whilst she was being double fucked. Both times Jane did not have a clue that her husband knew what a slut she was nor did she know that Peter had cum each time, thoroughly turned on by seeing and hearing his wife get a rough fucking. As the priest babbled on about some sort of religious nonsense, an idea struck both Jane and Peter at almost exactly the same time. Maybe the answer to all their problems was starring them right in the face? Or starring them from the pew box, to be precise. There stood the priest, a nice looking old white man who both Peter and Jane knew well ever since they moved to New York. They were regular church goers and had made a real effort to get to know their priest. He was a kind wise man and maybe Father Jones was the answer. They would try and seek guidance from him and, since they were both Catholics, they could confess their sins to him, ask to be absolved and ask for guidance. As a man of God, surely a priest of all people could guide them through this moral maze? As they were leaving, both checked to see what time confessional was open. 10am on Monday - excellent thought Jane, she could go when Peter was at work - and 7pm in the evening - Peter was too content, he could go after work. And so the next day at 9.55am there was the beautiful Jane in church waiting by the confessional box, all ready to confess her sins to the kind Father Jones. She was understandably nervous, she was about to tell this dear old man that rather than being a dutiful wife that the church and society demanded, she was actually a slut for black cock. It wasn't surprising therefore that she felt a little flushed. As such she took off her coat to cool herself down. Underneath her coat, she was wearing a small pleated red Burberry dress which showed off her bottom to the full and with that she wore a tight white shirt and 4 inch knee high black boots. Underneath she had on black stockings, garters, garter belt and a g-string. She was not wearing a bra. In her tight shirt her 36-DD tits looked magnificent and when she sat down you could see glimpses of flesh above her stockings. Although she was not seeing Charles today, for some reason she felt compelled to dress in a way that Charles had ordered. He had earlier ordered her to dress like a slut whenever she was going to be in his presence. And it would appear that even when Jane was not due to be with Charles, she felt obliged to dress in a way that she knew would please him. It was as if she always had to be dutiful to her ultimate black Master. Also, she had begun to enjoy the looks she got. She always did get appreciative looks from men since she was stunningly beautiful - often confused for a blonde Natalie Portman. But now the stares were different, especially from the black men, they were one of pure unadulterated lust. They gave her looks like they were all wanted to fuck her there and then and to show her no mercy. Jane loved it. It was perhaps not the appropriate way to look when you were going to confess your sins to Father Jones but since her initiation into black cock, Jane loved looking like a whore, even in God's house. At this time the church seemed completely empty. There was no one in the cue for the confessional box and she would be the first that morning. She entered, closed the door and sat down and waited for Father Jones. The confessional box was large and surprisingly quite comfortable. Inside was a bench to sit on but there were also nice plush red cushions to make the parishioners, and the good Fathers comfortable during confession. Sometimes these things could last a while. There was a wooden partition with a small window at the top to allow the priest and his confessor to adequately communicate. Unlike other confessional booths, there was no realistic way for either party to see one another. Jane made herself comfortable but as she sat back her small dress rose up to display her lovely white flesh above her black stockings. Her black garters were also on display. Jane began to regret dressing like a slut for her confession, she tried to push her skirt down but to no avail. Giving up, she crossed her legs and allowed her skirt to rise up to her waist, this allowed pretty much all of her lovely legs to be on display. A few minutes later, she should could hear, but not see, someone enter into the booth next to her. After giving the Father a few seconds she began: “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession…” “Go on, my child?” Jane froze. This was not the kind voice of Father Jones that she was so familiar with, this was rather a harsh deep voice, the deep voice of Father Ambrose, the black priest of the district… Father Ambrose was a black priest in his late 40s. He had become a priest relatively late in life, just 5 years ago at the grand old age of 45. He had previously been a drug dealer but after he has seen his partner, his brother, gunned down after a feud with another dealer, Ambrose decided to turn to God for forgiveness. And indeed Father Ambrose was a sort of mini celebratory, he had helped a lot of kids off drugs and encouraged them to focus on education rather than mix in the drug culture that was prevalent in parts of New York. When he started out he had the best intentions also to be a celibate priest. However after a few months, he realised this was impossible. However, rather than turn his back on the good work he was doing, he decided combine his penchant for perverted sex with help for the community (the two were not always necessarily mutually exclusive!). Father Ambrose was a tall black man, last time he measured himself he was 6ft 4. He was built like your stereotypical TV drug dealer, massive chest, shoulders and forearms. Not particularly good looking, he was now bald, slim face, big lips and an ugly out of shape nose, it had been broken many times. His first foray into what was now forbidden pussy, was only 3 months after he had taken the sacred vows to become a priest. He had taken confession from a young schoolgirl, aged 16, who had confessed to giving her boyfriend a blow job. She was a delightful little thing, the image of Britney in her prime. The good Father could not resist and it was not long before he had instructed her to allow him to come to her house for some private counselling. Naturally her parents were not at home. It did not take long for the little bitch to be tied up to her bed, her school blouse ripped open, her lovely small tits heaving up and down. Her school tie, which she still wore lay between the valley of her breasts and was a constant reminder that the old priest was fucking a young schoolgirl. Her pleated skirt had been flipped up to display her naked pussy (Father Ambrose had taken the liberty to rip of her knickers). It had been a little bit of a struggle to get the delightful girl into this position, but once achieved Father Ambrose wasted little time in inserting his monstrous 13 inch dick into her virgin tender pussy. Oh how she had screamed when he had broken through. There were the inevitable cries of rape but her pussy soon told a different story. Once she had got used to its immense size and power, the bitch came again and again. That afternoon Father Ambrose must have fucked her at least five times and in every hole. Each time she came like a whore. He had ended proceedings by ordering her to kneel on all fours, just in her flat shoes, white ankle socks and school tie, and then proceeded to take a belt to her arse until it was a bright shade of red. He had then cruelly fucked her arse. It was a delightful scene. Father Ambrose had come back to the house may times to fuck the young schoolgirl and it was not long before he had managed to fuck her mother. He had met her by mistake after one of their vigorous fuck sessions. He had just finished receiving a blow job after his dick had been up the young girl's arse, when her mother unexpectedly returned home. Luckily they had not been caught and he was able to pretend he was there on official church business. It was apparent that the mother had been very young when she had given birth, a teenage pregnancy she was only 30 years old and an older version of her beautiful daughter. After persuading her to come to confession, where she confessed to secretly harbouring fantasies of sleeping with her husband's brother, the good Father soon had her in his vestry, over his knee and she received a sound spanking for having such wicked thoughts. The inevitable arse whipping and fucking followed shortly thereafter. It was a quite a story and one that may be told in full another day… Back to the present day, Jane was shocked to hear the deep commanding voice of Father Ambrose. She had hoped to confess to the more gentle, kinder Father Jones. She was about to make her excuses and leave when she decided that maybe confessing to a black priest was the way forward, after all, he would understand her predicament and situation better than most, and the advice and action suggested may be more helpful then Father Jones's inevitable kind words of forgiveness. Jane was a whore for black cock but she wanted to save her marriage. With steely determination she decided to stay and confess her sins to the big black priest in the belief that what he said would lead her down the righteous path. She was wrong. Father Ambrose, having seen the delightful Jane arrive and wait at the confessional box, was eager to discover what sins this delightful bitch had to confess. They may be the standard mundane ones that he was subjected to everyday. But they could be more interesting… Certainly his interest had been aroused when he saw what she was wearing under her coat. Anyone with a body like that and the desire to flaunt it off so spectacularly, and in the house of God at that was worthy of the corrupt priest's time. With haste he suggested to Father Jones that he take the rest of the day off, he could take care of things. Father Jones was delighted, he was an old man and got tired very easily. As such, he left the poor Jane alone with the sinister Father Ambrose. It had been thirty seconds since Father Ambrose had spoke, so he decided to help her along. “Please go on my child, there is no reason to be afraid, you are in God's house and I am here to hear your sins”. “F-Father, I am not too sure if I can. I have been a bad girl…” Jane was genuinely scarred of confessing to the big black priest. Whenever she had been at church functions, he had looked at her in a way that at the time, she had not really understood; but since being brutally fucked by Charles and his friends, she had realised that Father Ambrose's looks could be interpreted as being one of lust. But then in an attempt to reassure herself, she realised how utterly silly she was actually. Father Ambrose was one of the most respected priests in New York, he regularly appeared on the news and was a rising star in the church. There was even talk of the Vatican promoting him to become a Bishop and then who knows? He was the perfect man to confess her wicked sins. Despite being big and black, he was a man of God and could be of no threat… “My child” Father Ambrose went on a kind but firm manner, “God and I are here to forgive you, but how can we forgive you if you do not confess? How can I help you if you do not tell me what it is that has made you a “bad girl ""? It wad the last bit of this that made Jane shudder. She indeed was a bad girl and she desperately needed to confess. “Y-yes Father, you are right. I need to confess. I need to tell you. I need you to help me” “Well then go on my child, what is it that had made you bad?” “F-Father I have slept with a man who is not my husband”. This was exactly the news Father Ambrose had hoped. He had a slut on his hands and a gorgeous slut at that. Hopefully Jane had been very bad, they were always the best and the most likely to be corruptible. Father Ambrose's massive cock began to stir under his cassock. “Go on my child.” “I slept with this man because he promised me a part in a film.” “Go on my child.” “He made me do all sorts of wicked things and oh Father, I agreed to do them all. And I enjoyed them Father. Father, I enjoyed being unfaithful to my darling husband. “I love my husband, I don't want to be unfaithful but it is like a drug, I need to sleep with other men”. Jana had been careful not to mention that she was actually indicted to black cock and it was not just any man's cock that she needed. She now hoped that the good Father would forgive her and maybe offer her some advice on her future conduct. Conduct she would hope make her a good girl rather than the wanton slut she currently was. Unfortunately for Jane it was never going to be that simple. Father Ambrose sensed there was more and wanted more details. After allowing her a few moments to recover from confessing that she was an adulterous slut, Father Ambrose spoke. “My child, your sins are terrible and indeed you have been a very bad girl. But before I forgive you, I need to know more. There is little point in the Lord offering you forgiveness if He does not understand fully what He is being asked to forgive. “Now you mentioned that this man offered you a part in a film for the exchange of sexual services?.” “Yes Father, that is correct.” “Who was this man?” “A man at my husband's office, his name is Charles Jackson”. As soon as she mentioned his name, she regretted it. There was really no need to go into that much detail. And, she had unwittingly made a fatal error in giving the priest Charles's full name since Father Ambrose knew Charles Jackson. He had met him a number of times at various social functions and had noted then how easily the distinguished black man seemed to charm the young white wives. He had always suspected that he might be a bit of a player and it turned out his suspicions were on the money. But what was of more interest was that Jane was a slut for black cock. This young seemingly conservative innocent white wife was actually open to fuck big black men. Understandably it was this that interested Father Ambrose more than anything. Here was a stunning young white wife, making a confession that she was craved black cock to a black priest who specialised in the seduction of white women. What a great day, Father Ambrose thought. “Charles Jackson, the leading lawyer? The leading black lawyer?”, Father Ambrose mischievously enquired. Jane was horrified that Father Ambrose knew who Charles was and, as a result, now knew that it was not any old man that Jane had slept with, but a black man! If she was forced to confess fully, it was only a matter of time before the good Father found out that as well as being an adulterous bitch, she was also a whore for black cock. What would a black priest make of that she wondered? “Yes, I mean no, oh…” Jane replied, floundering in her desperate attempt to prevent the truth from coming out. “No need to be embarrassed, my child, I cannot repeat anything that you say in the confessional box. It is between me, you and the Lord. Charles is a good man, if he did anything wrong, he will have to make peace with the Lord himself.” He did nothing wrong, thought Father Ambrose, any man would have fucked this delicious bitch. “For this confession to have any value, you need to confess your sins properly. And for this you need to go into a lot more detail as to what happened. You need to answer all my questions thoroughly and truthfully. If I suspect you are holding anything back or are not being honest, you will not be absolved and I will not be able to help. “Do I make myself clear, Jane?” And there it was, another direct powerful order from a big black man. Jane swore that she would resist the next time a black man ordered her around. But this man was different, this man was a man of God and surely could be trusted, Jane thought? Of all people, this man should be obeyed, indeed was not only right, as a religious person she was always thought to follow the orders of church. But then why was she also getting those familiar feeling of arousal, the ones she only ever got when she was being dominated by black men? Why was that familiar itch coming to her pussy and why did she want to spread her legs and play with herself? She quickly tried to put those feelings aside. This man was a priest and needed to be obeyed. “Yes Father, you make yourself quite clear. I will tell you everything, I will answer all your questions. I so very much want to be forgiven.” “Good my child. Now let's start at the beginning shall we”. Jane then proceeded to explain to the good Father how they came to know Charles and how she ended up in his flat, the way he initially auditioned her in the presence of her husband, Peter. When she got to the bit about having to expose her pussy and breasts to Charles, Father Ambrose interrupted her for the first time: “So my child, you displayed your underwear to another man in the presence of your husband?” Father Ambrose was impressed with Charles's work. The humiliation of the husband and the complete control over his wife was impressive stuff. “Yes, Father, it was wrong of me.” “And what underwear were you wearing?” Jane was initially a little taken aback by the line of questioning, but then remembering that she had promised the good Father to be truthful in all things, she answered honestly. “I had on flesh coloured stockings with white garters and garter belt and knickers, Father. No, that's not quite right, I was not wearing knickers, I had on a thong. I was also wearing a black bra which was a couple of sizes too small.” She swore she could hear a groan next door, but said to herself that she must have been mistaken. “Father, I did not wear these things by choice, I was told to wear these things by Charles. He told me if I did not I would not get the part and my husband's job could be in danger! I obeyed Father. Oh Father, it is so wrong of me I know…” “My child, do not worry, provided you are truthful and honest with me, you have nothing to fear”. As Father Ambrose spoke he had removed his 13 inch cock from his cassock and was now furiously rubbing it. The thought of her dressed in such underwear and a bra which would have made her tits seem larger than they already were was too much for him. “Go on my child”. “Well Father, he made me display everything including my breasts. Oh Father, he made me unbutton my shirt so he could see my bra. I think he asked me to wear a bra that was too small so everything would look a lot bigger?” “What would look bigger, my child?” “My breasts Father, it would make my breast look bigger”. “And you said you agreed to wear these under garments. How did this make you feel, to be told what to wear?” “Well, at first it felt odd, Father, but then…” Jane stopped in mid sentence. She was reluctant to tell him they she enjoyed dressing like a common whore for Charles. “But then what, my child? You need to be honest, I will know if you are holding anything back.” Jane said nothing, but after a few moments, whispered, “I suppose I liked the idea of being told what to wear. I liked the idea that a stranger was seeing me dressed like this. And I suppose I liked the idea that a stranger was seeing my breasts. And I especially liked the idea that they looked big to him.” “And did you mind that your husband was in the room whilst you were displaying yourself to another man?” “No, I did not care. All I wanted to do was please this man. Peter's presence was immaterial to me.” “And after you displayed your breasts, what happened then?” “He asked me to display my bottom”. “Jane, did he call it your “bottom ""? “No, he did not” “What did he call it then?” “My arse, he called it my arse. ”, Jane replied in a whisper. “Well then, I want you to call it your “arse” also. Using the terminology that Charles used will help you come to terms with this “terrible” episode. Do go on.” “Well, he asked me to display my arse and then he did something I can't say, I am so embarrassed.” “Jane you must”. “I can't. This is too much…” Father Ambrose needed to be a lot firmer with Jane. His patience was now wearing thin, he needed to hear this story and Jane's shyness was not helping. “Jane if you feel that you can't confess properly, you will not be absolved and you will not be forgiven. I do not want you to refuse me again. If you think you can't follow my orders then we should end this now.” Jane had heard that type of dominating voice before and she knew that she had to obey. Her feelings of arousal had returned and she noticed that her legs were now spread widely. Her skirt was high up on her legs and the flesh above her black stockings was clearly on display. Her pussy was damp and instinctively one hand went down there and she started to play with herself. “Yes Father, I understand. “He spanked my arse, Father. He very quickly spanked my arse in front of my husband and called me a naughty wife. Oh Father it was so humiliating, all in front of my husband. I stood there and took it as this man spanked my poor bottom, sorry I mean arse, and the worse thing was that I enjoyed the treatment I got. I enjoyed displaying my body to another man. I enjoyed being spanked” Father Ambrose said nothing, this was truly a remarkable story and slut he had on his hand. He was going to enjoy this. Jane then went on to describe how they left Peter and how she thought she was alone with Charles in the film studio. She still did not know that her husband actually stayed and was in the room next door, watching events unfold. “So my child, you were now in the room alone with this man who was not your husband and you say he ordered you to strip to just your underwear?” “Yes, Father, oh yes that is what he did”. Jane was now masturbating furiously, the thought of what had happened and that she was being forced, in a church, to confess her sins to an uncompromising black priest was the stuff of fantasies. She had inserted two fingers up her tight pussy and with the other hand, had unbuttoned her shirt, displaying her braless tits and was playing with one of them. She could not help it. She needed release and did not care that she was abusing herself in a church. Without realising it, Jane also began to moan and pant, and this noise could just about be heard by Father Ambrose. He now suspected that Jane was getting turned on by the situation and that she could be playing with herself. He was eager to press home his advantage and not allow the momentum to change. He therefore continued with proceedings. “Describe exactly what you were wearing, I need to know” “I had on flesh coloured stockings and white garters which were connected to my frilly white garter belt. I still had on by very small black bra, g-string and high heels.” “Excellent my dear”, It took all of Father Ambrose's considerable willpower not to groan at the thought of Jane dressed as such a wanton slut in front of this black man. “And then what happened?” “He started to take pictures of me and ordered me to pose in various positions. I could also tell that his butler was recording everything since they were cameras all over the room. Oh Father, I enjoyed being recorded. I enjoyed committing adultery and having it filmed for the pleasure of other man. Oh I am such a bad wife.” “Yes, you are a bad wife, but do go on”. Father Ambrose was in a state of bliss hearing the erotic confession of this slut wife. At first she had seemed so reluctant to talk, but after his first words with her, she seemed to lose all her inhibitions and now seemed eager to tell him everything. She was some slut. He was also convinced that he could hear the sound of fingers being inserted in and out of a wet, tight pussy. What a bitch she was. “Well at first he started to take pictures of me just in my lingerie. He then ordered me to take my bra and my knickers off so that all my private parts were on display” “And what did he call your private parts? He must have called them something?” “He called them my tits and oh I can't say Father…” “I warned you about this…” “Oh F-Father, he called it my pussy, my married white pussy”. “Good. Good. In which case, I want you to use these names. The only way I can properly absolve you are if you tell me exactly how degrading Charles was. How much he humiliated you and how much you responded to it.” “Yes Father, I understand. Well at first he was just content to take pictures of my tits and pussy but then he wanted more. “He soon had me thrusting my arse out to him and then, because he said I was a naughty girl, he started to spank my bottom, Father. He spanked it hard and all I wanted to do was thrust my bottom out to him so he could spank it harder. So he could punish me.” “And what names was he calling you at this time, Jane? Was it your name or was it anything else? “He called me his slut, Father, he called me his bitch”. “Well you shall also have to use these names, my child”. “Yes, Father. He said that I was a naughty slut and that I deserved to be spanked.” “Do you think you deserved to be spanked?” “Yes, Father I do. After being spanked, he forced me on to my knees and asked me to take his cock out. I obeyed. Oh Father, his cock was so big and black. It was at least 12 inches long and a few inches wide. I could not get my little hands around it Father, it was so big.” Father Ambrose could now clearly hear the sounds of panting and masturbating pussy. He closed his eyes and rubbed his own cock more furiously. “Father, he then ordered me to suck it. He ordered me to take his big black cock down my throat, to be unfaithful to my husband. And rather than run out of room there and then, Father, I obeyed. For the first time in my life I sucked a man's cock and it did not even belong to my husband. And when I started so suck his big cock, I loved it. Oh Father, I loved to suck his big black cock. I loved how powerful it felt down my throat. All the time he was calling me a “slut” and a “bitch” and I loved that too, I loved to be dominated by big black dick., to be their slut, to be their bitch “Soon I had all of his cock down my throat and he had grabbed my face and started to fuck me and all the time I was caressing his big balls. I loved serving this man so much that I came Father. I came because I was sucking another man's cock…” Jane now had all five fingers up her pussy, both of her massive tits were on display, bouncing up and down as she furiously tried to bring herself off. Meanwhile, next door to her in the confessional booth, Father Ambrose was leaning back, eyes closed, hand wrapped round his dick, masturbating to the wonderful story Jane was telling. “And then Father, he did something I did not expect at the time. He came down my throat and I swallowed everything. I had been truly unfaithful to my darling husband because I had swallowed another man's spunk. Oh Father, I need forgiveness for what I have done, I need to advice on how I can be a good wife?” There were a few moments of silence as Father Ambrose recovered from hearing Jane's story. He had almost cum when she described how she swallowed Charles's spunk. He had held back because he sensed there was more. A man like Charles would not be content with merely fucking this bitch's mouth when there was so much more on offer. “Yes, my child.” Father Ambrose said in his most forgiving voice, “You indeed do need to be taught how to travel down the path of righteousness. You have done very well, so far, my child. You have accurately told me the story and you don't seem to be shy anymore, which is important. However, I do sense there may be more to tell? Am a right?” “Oh yes, Father, you are right, there is more to tell.” “Good”. Father Ambrose was pleased. She was being honest and he correctly sensed that she was getting turned by what she was revealing to the good Father. Soon he too would be pleasuring himself inside the body of this delectable slut, but in the meantime he was delighted just hearing about her escapades. “Go on my child, what did Charles do to you after you had serviced him with his mouth?” Jane was now very close to bringing herself off. Next door her displayed tits were heaving with desire. Her legs were spread as far as she could manage and she was fucking herself with her hand. Confessing her sins to a big black priest was an unexpected turn on. The filthy story told in the most holy of places was an inconsistency almost as pleasurable as allowing a brute of a black men to fuck her delicate white body. And at this present moment, she desperately craved big black cock. She decided to continue her story, and to be as explicable and as honest as possible. The good Father did not seem to mind and she felt it was the best way to save herself, in the long run. “Well, Father, he ordered me to kneel on the bed on all fours so that my arse was raised ready for him. He then stripped himself and spanked my bottom. He called me all sorts of names such as a “filthy slut” and a “whore” whilst he punished my poor bottom. “All I could so was to make sure my bottom was fully raised and spread for him. To please him I knew I had to make sure everything was on display, my anus and my pussy and allow him to punish my poor bottom. It was, after all, what I deserved. “Father, the humiliating thing was that I enjoyed it. I enjoyed submitting myself to the whims of this evil man. I enjoyed the way he could spank my bottom at his will. Call me all sorts of filthy things and all it would do was turn me on, when it should have in fact repulsed me.” “Yes my child, you do deserve to be punished.” Father Ambrose could barely get the words out he was now so close to cumming. He desperately wanted to go next door and violently fuck the naughty bitch, but circumstances dictated he heard out her confession and then plan his next move. “Before I decide on the level of your punishment for your wanton sins, I do need to know what Charles did next. You say you allowed him to spank your bottom. Now what else did you allow this man, this man who was not your husband do to your body?” “Oh Father, it is so difficult to tell but I know I must. I know I must tell all if I want to be absolved. Well, Father, he then placed his big dick up against, oh it is so naughty, he placed his big black dick up against my arse. Ohhh Father…” And with that both Jane and Father Ambrose came. Jane came just at the thought of being sodomised by Charles's big black cock and Father Ambrose, knowing that this beautiful fragile wife had allowed a massive black cock to enter her arse, could hold back no longer and copious amounts of spunk spurted out of his cock and on to his cassock. Their orgasmic groans were loud enough for each other to hear and for each other to correctly deduce that the story was turning all parties on. For a few moments there was calm as both Jane and Father Ambrose recovered from their intense orgasm. It was Father Ambrose who first decided to break the silence. His dick was still rock hard as he eagerly awaited to hear how Charles fucked her arse. “My child, do go on. I need to hear every detail”. Jane recovered from her first orgasm and carried on with her wicked story, fingers still up her tight cunt. She now knew that Father Ambrose was taking pleasure from her confession. Rather than being concerned by this, she eagerly pressed on, wanting to share every detail. “Well, Father, at first he just pushed half his dick up in my arse. Oh Father, it felt so big. And it hurt so much. I had never thought my bum could accommodate such a cock. It felt like it was going to tear me apart. I begged him to take it out. I begged him not to fuck my arse, but to fuck my pussy instead. But he just ignored me Father, he just spanked my bottom hard and told me I was his bitch and that I was to do whatever he told me to do. “And Father, I agreed. I agreed that I was his bitch and I agreed that I would be unfaithful to my darling husband. And not just be unfaithful, Father, but to allow another man to fuck my bottom. No man had ever fucked me there Father, it is not right. It is not what God would want. “But Father, I so enjoyed it. You see, after a while the pain subsided and what replaced it was a delicious feeling of submission. Of submitting to black men and their dicks. To fuck them wherever they wanted, however they wanted and whenever they wanted. And Father, it felt so wonderful. All thoughts of my husband had vanished and the only thought was how to pleasure this man. “Soon he had all of his massive dick up my poor arse and he was fucking me without mercy. I was on all fours and in front of me was a big mirror so I could see everything. I could see how big and black he looked next to my small white body. I could see how his muscles tensed as he fucked me, how he would derive great pleasure from spanking my arse. I could also see my reaction. It was one of pure lust as I begged him to fuck me harder, to show me no kindness and to be as brutal as possible. “And that is how he fucked me. Without regard for my feelings, he just thought how much pleasure he could take and how violent he could be in the process. I could see how my big tits shook with the violence of his assault. And I came again and again. I came so much I thought I would faint. He made me feel like a different woman, a way that my poor husband could never make me feel. Was not only it due to the size of his dick, but also the way he treated me, not like his lover but like his bitch. It was the way I always wanted to be treated. “As he approached his climax, instead of taking his pleasure inside my bum, as I had expected, he withdrew his cock from my arse and he ordered me to suck it. “I know you must find this all repulsive Father, but I understood what he wanted. Making me suck his dick after it had been up my arse was the ultimate act of submission. And I obeyed without hesitation. And to be honest Father, I loved it. I loved the fact that I was degrading myself to such a degree. I loved the fact that I was being forced to such off a dick that had been up my own arse. It was showing him that I was his slut and that I would do anything to please him. “And with such thoughts in my mind and how he so obviously took so much pleasure in abusing me, I came and I came because he was abusing my young body and I loved it. And when he came I made sure, as his dutiful whore that I sucked every last drop of his precious spunk. Jane finished and stopped talking. Father Ambrose, initially said nothing, he was genuinely taken aback with how much of a slut this lovely girl was. His big hand was still masturbating his even bigger cock, he had, to his regret, not managed to cum a second time. Still, she had told some story. He was about to speak when Jane said something to please him no end. “Father, there is more”. “More, my child, Charles had not finished with you?” Father Ambrose enquired. “Charles had finished with me. After I had finished drinking his spunk, he dismissed me for the evening and said that he would be in touch.” “But Father there is still more, much more” “You mean you have been unfaithful with another man?” “Yes Father. I have been unfaithful more than once, with more than one man…” Father Ambrose's dick once more became fully erect. “You must tell me everything, my child. Spare me no detail. You need to be as explicit as you possibly can. I need to fully understand how you were abused, what part you played in tempting these man to so abuse and take advantage of your body and how you felt being unfaithful. Child I need to hear everything…” Jane's suspicion that Father Ambrose was deriving great pleasure was reinforced by what he had just said. There could, in her mind, now be no doubt that her story was a big turn on for this Holy man. The thought that she was apparently corrupting one of God's servants was once more making her pussy dripping wet. The way he was now asking her to be explicit was, in one way, a form of abuse and exploitation by a man in a privileged position. Would Jane allow a man who is supposed to be incorruptible to so obviously take advantage of her in this way? The way her pussy dripped with desire, the answer was obvious. Of course she would. “Oh yes, Father. I will tell you everything.” And with that she once more inserted five fingers up her soaking wet cunt, and used her other hand to play with her tits, happy in the knowledge that her story was satisfying the priest's unholy desires. “Well, Father, after I left Charles's apartment, his butler Smith drove me home. Well that is before he had also fucked me. He drove me to a part of New York that I had never been to before. A very rough part, I think mostly blacks and tramps live there. Parking the car he got out and joined me in the back of the seat and ordered me to fuck him. “Father, I had no choice. At first I wanted to run out and get away from this man. Smith was one of the most terrifying men I had ever met. He was huge and muscular and very ugly, he had a massive scar on his face and it was clear to me that he was a thug. A criminal. And here I was alone with him in the back of a car in a seedy part of town. “However, even if I was brave enough to jump out and make a run for it, where would I go? I was lost and if I did break free, it was possible that I would run into people more dangerous than Smith. As such I had no choice. I was going to have to do what this brute told me. I was going to be forced to fuck him.” The good Father Ambrose was in his perverse idea of heaven. Here was delicate innocent Jane alone with a man who would probably not hesitate to brutally rape her if she did not obey him. He had met men like Smith before - indeed at one time he had been a Smith. He was eager to hear how such a man would treat such a sweet little flower like Jane, and how she would react to such treatment. Being fucked by Charles was one thing, he was urbane and, despite his rough treatment of Jane, Father Ambrose doubted there would really have been much fear that she was under any real danger when in his company. Smith was different. He was your stereotype black thug. A man who white parents would warn their daughters to stay away from, as Jane's parents no doubt did. Masturbating furiously, close to orgasm, Father Ambrose now spoke no longer caring how he would come across, this bitch was going to be fucked by him and he did not care if she suspected it. “How did you feel to be fucked by this man? Was this something that you enjoyed? Did you like the idea of being abused by such a rough man?” Father Ambrose said that struggling to get his words out. Jane was too close and was also struggling to speak. “Father, he frightened, he was so scary and he intimidated me like no one has ever done before. And Father, yes, this did turn me on. I know it is wrong but I loved the idea that I was being forced to fuck a black man. The idea that I had no choice but to serve his big black dick”. “Good my child. Good. Tell me how you fucked his big black dick.” Father Ambrose now felt totally comfortable using filthy language with Jane. He knew that she was playing with herself and thought that correctly, that talking dirty would add to her feelings of arousal, rather then make her alarmed. “I fucked him every possible way, Father. First he ordered me to suck his dick. It was very big and wide, so much so I thought my jaw would break. I think it was even bigger then Charles's. I sucked him as well as I could as I was eager to please my mew black Master. He showed me no mercy and despite its size, he grabbed my head and aggressively fucked my mouth. I was sucking only my second cock in my life and I loved it. And once more I came as a result. “He then showed me how much of a thug he was, Father. He ordered me to stop sucking his cock and then he ripped open my shirt to display my naked tits. I had not put my bra back on after being fucked by Charles, somehow I did not think it was appropriate. I think he liked my tits. I think he liked them because they are big. Father, I think a lot of men like my tits. I was happy that Smith liked them. He played with them and then he ordered me to fuck his dick with my big tits. “I had never done that but before I was happy to allow my lovely white tits to be wrapped around a dick for the first time, and a huge ugly black dick at that. It was a lovely feeling and I could tell that I was pleasing Smith by the animal sounds he was making. After a few minutes of tit fucking him he came all over my tits. There was so much spunk it went everywhere. Instinctively I rubbed it all over my tits and sucked whatever was left on my fingers. “Smith then ordered me to me to strip to just my heels, stockings and garters and to get on all fours so that I was ready for him. First, he spanked my bottom so that it was nice and red for him. I now liked to have my bottom spanked. It was a satisfying feeling to allow black men to punish me. It made me feel more of a submissive bitch. “Once my bottom was a nice shade of red, he fucked me in the one place that Charles had not been, in my pussy. My betrayal of my husband was now complete; I had allowed a black man in my mouth, my arse and around my tits and here I was allowing a black cock in my married white pussy.” “And how did it feel to be fucked in your pussy by a black cock? Did you like it? Did you enjoy, once more, being unfaithful?” “Father, his cock was so big I genuinely thought he was going to split me; but despite my initial protests, Smith was firm with me, told me I was a naughty bitch who needed to be fucked in my pussy by a big black cock. And of course, he was right. I am a naughty bitch who needs black dick. It felt so good to feel so stuffed. And all thoughts of my loving husband had long since passed and the only thought I had was to please this man, to satisfy his monstrous cock, to allow him to satisfy his lust in my tight young body. “And Father, that's exactly what he did. It was the basest, brutal, primeval sort of fucking you could possibly imagine. Smith had no regard for my feelings, his sole purpose was to satisfy himself. My body was merely a receptacle for his rough treatment “After 10 minutes or so, he was satisfied and came. I must admit, so did I, more than once. Again, being roughly treated had brought out the slut in me, a side which until that night had lain dormant, but now had been awoken by big black cock.” Nothing was spoken for a few seconds. In the booth both Father Ambrose and Jane were immersed in their own world. Jane was semi naked, pussy and tits on display, hand up her cunt, the other playing with her nipples; Father Ambrose, leaning back, eyes closed cassock spread so his 13 inch boner could break free masturbated with fury to Jane's story. Jane continued, “, my pussy the only place left to take was my arse. He withdrew from my pussy, dick almost fully erect despite having just cum, and he stripped to display his magnificent physique, which was covered in tattoos. He ordered me to lie on the seat and he cruelly entered my arse. And then he fucked me there Father. He fucked me without mercy as he tore my arse open with his big black cock. Oh Father, it felt sooo gooood…” And with that she came. Father Ambrose heard Jane cumming and realising what was happening just a couple of feet away, he also came, once more ejaculating copious amounts of spunk all over his cassock. Father Ambrose was now exhausted. Jane's stories and been beyond anything he had expected. When he first took her confession, he had expected maybe an infatuation with a man other than her husband, or maybe she had been unfaithful, just once, with one man; but here in his booth was one of the most wanton sluts he had ever come across. And he suspected that there might be more. Exhausted, but dick still semi erect, he wanted to know if there had been more men. “Jane, you are indeed a naughty girl who will need all my powers if we are to help you. Your lust for flesh other than your husband's seems to have consumed you. But I suspect there is more to tell? Did Smith fuck you again, or have you allowed even more men to fuck your body?” “Oh Father you are right. There is more. I am so naughty, please help me…” Jane suspected correctly that Father Ambrose's “help” may be different from anything offered by Father Jones. But to obsessed had she become with black men and all that they did for her, she was willing to allow herself to be controlled by a priest with suspect intentions. “Go on my child spare me no detail. A girl as naughty as you needs to be punished and telling me everything will help me decide how to best punish you.” “Oh yes Father, I need to be punished, I want to be punished. I have been a naughty girl…” “Go on then.” “Well, Father, Smith had finished with me after he had fucked me in my arse. He dropped me home and I genuinely hoped that my days of being unfaithful were over. I was determined to stay loyal to Peter and to stay clear of all black men. “However, this did not last long. Within a few days, Charles had called me and ordered me to meet with him and his friends, the film producer and director, Randy and Jake. I had no choice as he threatened to show the video of me fucking him to Peter if I did not obey him. “He ordered me to meet up with him and he gave me strict instructions on how I was, in the future, to dress for him. He wanted me t dress in a way that would please him.” “And how were you to dress, Jane. How were you going to please him?” “I was to dress like a slut. I was to always wear short skirts, stockings, garters, thongs. I was told that I could never wear a bra or tights I was to always look like a slut in his presence and it is a look that I am starting to love.” “Describe exactly what you wore for him that day.” “Well, Father, I decided that I did not have a dress which could satisfy and please Charles. I did have short skirts but I needed something extra for him and something which my husband had not seen. I went out and purchased the shortest, tightest dress I could find. It was a pink dress that was one size too small. I bought it so it would show off my big tits and so it would leave most of my legs on display. I knew it would please him, turn him on, want him to fuck me. I did not want my husband to see it because I really only wanted to turn Charles on and to have his and other black dicks. I am no longer interested in small white penises. “With it I wore a pair of four inch high heels, white stocking and garters and a thong. Father, I love the feel of a thong in my arse. It is so nice to know that most of your arse is uncovered, at the disposal of your Master to spank or to fuck. And of course my tits were not covered by a bra. I can now appreciate the value of them being free since I have such big sensitive nipples they always poke through whatever I wear. And since I was wearing such a thin light dress, my nipples and tits could be clearly seen through my dress. It also makes them more accessible to my black Masters. “Father, It was an outfit worn with the sole purpose of pleasing my black Masters. I wanted to give the appearance of an available whore. Oh God Father, you really do need to punish me any way you see fit. Make me stop behaving like such a slut…” “Yes yes my child, I will. All in good time. Tell me my dear what are you wearing today?” “Oh Father, why do you need to know that? I am here to confess my sins to you, to find out a way of becoming a good wife. Does it matter what I am wearing?” Every day Jane now dressed according to the strict rules set out by Charles, despite the fact that since being gangbanged by Charles and his friends, she had not met with him. She now voluntarily wanted to dress like a slut and had, secretly from her husband, acquired a whole new wardrobe. Its sole purpose was to satisfy her black Masters, not her husband. As a result of this change, she was now constantly wearing skirts that were too short, tops that were too tight which showed off her braless tits to the full and stockings and thongs. She loved the feel of a piece of string up her arse. Other knickers may have been more comfortable, but a thong's main purpose was to please men. And Jane felt her role in life was now just to please men, provided of course they were black. And that was why Jane was here today, in church. By confessing her sins she was looking for a way out of the predicament she found herself. However by doing this she was inadvertently doing the one thing she was trying to stop: satisfying black men. She was convinced that her stories had aroused in the good Father unholy thoughts and feelings. She was also very conscience of the way she had dressed, i.e to please her black masters, and perhaps it was not entirely appropriate on for a visit to the house of God. “Please Father, I don't want to admit how I dressed today” Jane replies, embarrassed that she would have to admit that despite coming her to be forgiven, she still wanted to dress ready for adulterous black sex. Of course Father Ambrose had seen how Jane had dressed, he had had a good look at her outfit just before she entered the confessional booth; but he wanted her to admit it to him. “Don't disobey me child!” Father Ambrose now decided to get firm with her. He needed to start making it clear that in addition to being a man of God, a man she could turn to for guidance in the times of crisis, as she was doing now, he was also going to become another one of her black Masters. A man who she would eventually have to submit to and of course fuck. “I am getting increasingly tired of you disobeying and questioning me. Your punishment will need to be severe and I will no loner tolerate your petulance. Do I make myself clear?” “Oh y-yes Father., quite clear.” Father Ambrose's strong words and talk of punishment had awoken her submissive nature. She knew she would be punished by the good Father, and she only hoped the punishment would befit a naughty girl such as herself. “Good, what are you wearing today? Are you dressed as a slut? Did you come here, to the house of God, dressed in a way to please your black Masters?” “Yes, Father that is exactly what I did.” “You are a wanton slut my child, you will need my strict guidance if we are to save you.” “Yes, Father, you are right. I need your firm punishment. I need to obey you at all times. I will make sure it will not happen again. “Father, I am wearing boots, with four inch heels, black stockings and black garters, I have on a tiny black thong. It barely covers my pussy or my arse. I sometimes think I should not bother wearing anything but I think black men like thongs…” “They do, my child. They do.” Father Ambrose said that once more masturbating. “I have on a small pleated mini skirt. I bought it because when I wear my high boots, it barely covers my bottom. When I move I know that the tops of my stocking and garters are on display. I now like my body to be on display.” “Good, my child”. “I also have on a small tight white shirt. It is too tight for me and as such my large tits seem as if they want to burst through at any moment. You can clearly see my nipples when they erect.” “Are your nipples erect now, my child?” Jane hesitated for a moment before replying, they were now going beyond the realms of any confessional to the downright perverse. However, remembering how firm Father Ambrose had earlier been about the need for total compliance, Jane thought better of disobeying her new black Master… “Yes, Father they are erect.” “Do you want to release your tits from your shirt, let them be free and relaxed whilst your finish your story? I don't want you to be uncomfortable or in any pain whilst you confess to me. And you need not worry about revealing yourself in a confessional booth, it is quite private. Only God is a witness and he sees everything anyway…” “Father, I have to confess, I have already done that I opened my shirt a while ago. I needed them out because I was afraid my shirt would burst open. Please forgive me for this wanton behaviour. Please forgive me for displaying my big tits without your permission.” “You are a naughty child. You will need to be punished. And what about your pussy, is that wet? Is your pussy wet from confessing your sins to a black priest?” “Oh yes Father, it is dripping wet.” “And how do you know?” “Oh because Father, I have fingers up my pussy. I have had five fingers up my pussy pretty much since I started confessing my sins. I did not mean to behave like this Father, it is just that confessing to a man such as yourself…” “I understand my child. Describe exactly what you are doing now”. Father Ambrose was tempted to open the divider between the two booths, but he did not yet want to alarm the poor girl. In time the bitch's body would be at his disposal, but for now he was content to derive his pleasure from her words alone. “Father, my legs are spread as far as possible, I have pushed my small g-string to one side so that I can insert my fingers up my pussy. I am now masturbating. My shirt is unbuttoned so that both my big white tits are on display. My other hand is playing with them, flicking my big nipples.” “Excellent, my child, excellent. You are truly a wanton slut who needs to be vigorously punished. A man such as myself, a holy man, who is familiar with such a situation is best placed for this arduous and important task. “Tell me, how do you think we should best punish you? What kind pf punishment would befit a slut who masturbates whist she confesses her sins to a good Father?” Jane knew exactly what type of punishment a black Master meters out to a submissive white bitch. And she loved it. “I should have my bottom spanked. I should have my bottom spanked very hard”. “Yes my child, some sort of punishment on that wilful bottom would be in order. However, we will come to that later. Since you have already taken the sinful liberty of satisfying yourself whilst confessing, I want you to carry on whilst you tell me what happened with Charles and his friends. Do continue.” “Oh thank you Father, I so need to play with myself. Well, as I was saying, I dressed in a way that I knew would please these men. And when I arrived at Charles's apartment, I could tell that they were impressed with how I was dressed and with my body. They first asked me to display my tits, arse and pussy, then they asked me to play with myself and present my bottom for a spanking, which I did without question and with pleasure. “dt question and with us they all fucked me. ussy, which i Charles and his friends. Do continue. “od Father?” Then they fucked me Father, they all fucked me. I was subjected to a ferocious gangbang at the hands of these old black men. They were old enough to be my father but I allowed them to fuck me any which way they saw fit. I was their bitch, they my Masters and they fucked me without any compassion or tenderness, not that I deserved any. “ Father Ambrose was once more leaning back masturbating. “You were gangbanged, my child. Does this mean you serviced more then one black dick at a time? You allowed your beautiful married white body to be abused simultaneously?” “Yes Father, that is exactly what I allowed them to do.” “Go on my sweet child…” “Oh Father, they were so rough with me. First, they made me suck on one of their cocks whilst another entered my pussy from behind. Their cocks were so big. They were all at least 12 inches long and they were so wide I could not get my hand around them. The one in my pussy felt like it was splitting me in two but I quickly accepted that I had no choice but to accommodate it and serve it. The man fucking me from behind would of course cruelly spank my bottom whilst he fucked me. “I don't know why black men derive so much pleasure from spanking girl's bottoms? Father, I assume it is because they want to dominate a woman, to make sure the girl knows she is his bitch? “Yes my child, that is correct. Black men like to spank white girl's bottoms because invariably they should not be fucking black men, it is a taboo that goes back centuries, and largely still exists today. By spanking your bottom it shows that despite white peoples' apparent superiority in society, it is black men who truly dominate in the bedroom. It is only black men who can truly tame a white bitch and bring her true pleasure. “And also, from a purely sexual point of view, it is quite delightful to see a white arse red when you fuck it. It so nicely contrasts with the rest of your body. And admit it, you liked to be spanked, didn't you?” “Yes Father, I did. It is wrong of me but I like black men to spank me. My husband is too weak to dominate me and I need to be dominated.” “Excellent, my child, you do need to be dominated and soon you will be dominated by a man of God.” “Thank you, Father” “Now tell me, how did it feel to be gangbanged for the first time? How did it feel to be unfaithful many times, and all at once?” “Father, it was magnificent. To know that a young married white girl such as myself, who was previously naïve in the ways of sex, could satisfy two cruel old black men at once made me feel, well some how special. It made me feel like I was a true whore. A whore for black cock who could happily be the main subject of a vicious and relentless gangbang. “And Father, once I had satisfied two men at once, it was only logical that I was forced to satisfy three men at once. And that is what I did. I was made to take a big black cock in each of my pussy, arse and mouth and was forced to pleasure all these men. “They fucked me so violently and again they had no consideration for my feelings. They just wanted to sate their pleasure in my young body. The dicks in my pussy and arse were tearing me apart, I could almost feel them rubbing together they were so wide. “They were so rough with me there was clearly a sadistic element to their fucking, Father, they just pounded into me mercilessly, commenting on how much of a slut I was, how my body was built to handle big black cock, taunting me all the while that I was married and I was cheating on the man I loved with men I barely knew and how much I loved it all. “Father, their taunting should have repulsed me but I just came again and again. Oh Father it felt so good, to be treated like a bitch. Oh please help me…” “Oh I will my child, I will.” Both the good father and Jane were close to cumming. But Father Ambrose desperately wanted to delay his release as long as possible, realising it was quite likely to be his last orgasm of this particular session. “Tell me Jane, what are you doing now? Are you playing with yourself like the naughty slut we now know you to be?” “Oh yes Father, I am playing with myself. I have my hand up my pussy and another one playing with my tits.” Jane replied, now delirious with pleasure, not a care in the world with what she was telling the good Father. “Good, my child. Now, I want you to remove your hand from your tits and place it in your ass. I want you to have one hand up your pussy and another one up you ass. Do you understand me, you naughty sinful bitch?” “Oh Father, it is so naughty but I will of course do whatever you tell me. Oooh Father, I have managed to put one finger in my bottom. It hurts so much. Please allow me to take it out.” “You must cope with the pain, Jane. Take your finger out and lick it, I want you to taste your ass.” Father Ambrose heard the sound of sucking as Jane, without hesitation, complied with his filthy request. “Now Jane, I want you suck two more fingers, and then I want you to insert them all up your ass. Three fingers up your married white ass and 5 fingers in your pussy will suffice for today.” Next door Jane complied. She was now used to be ordered around my black men, although this situation, even by her own debauched standards, was bizarre. “Oh Father, it is so tight.” Jane cried, as she inserted three fingers up her young tight bottom. “Oh Father, please allow me to stop. It is sooo naughty…” “My child, be quiet and comply with my wishes. Now, go on with your story.” “Oh yes, Father. Well, as I was saying, these three men fucked me without mercy, in every hole and most of the time I had to service more them one cock at a time. They must have fucked me like this for at least an hour. “And whilst I was being double fucked by Randy and Jake, one was in my arse and the other in my pussy, they made me speak to my husband on the phone. Oh Father, they made me talk to my husband whilst I was being double fucked. It was so wicked of me but I loved it. I loved to be on the phone to the man I loved whilst I had two big black men fucking me. Ohhh Father…” And with that Jane and Father Ambrose both came. After a minute or so, Father Ambrose enquired from Jane whether her story was complete. Although it was one of the most remarkable stories he had ever heard from a slut wife, he was not sure physically he was able to hear more about Jane's exploits. “Yes Father, I have finished my confession.” “Good my child, good. You have been very honest and explicit with your story, and that has pleased me enormously. However, you must recognize that you have been the worst type of wanton slut and that I cannot just simply forgive you.” “Yes, I understand that Father”. “As such, I will need to have another session with you child. I will need to undertake a form of one on one counseling with you.” Jane had suspected as much. She had thought the good Father would want to see her again. She had her fears about what he might expect from her and what he might want to do to her. However, she told herself that whatever had happened today in the confessional booth, however turned on Father Ambrose might have been, he had so far really done nothing wrong, other than perhaps force her to be a little explicit with her story. And she was sure that were she to meet with him again, his methods may still be unusual, but Father Ambrose would never do anything which went against the strict teachings of the Church. Would he? Of course he would. Father Ambrose continued. “When you return, I need to see how you dressed. I need to see how you enticed all those men to commit such depraved acts of sexual abuse on your young body. I need to know what is it about you that makes black men want to misuse you so much. “So, I would appreciate it if you could wear exactly the same outfit, including the lingerie that you wore when you went to see Charles and his friends and got gangbanged. Is that clear?” “Yes, Father”. Jane whispered, conscience of how much of a slut she would look in front of a man of the cloth. “Also, I need you to purchase a couple of things for our meeting. The first is a leather tawse. Do you know what one is?” “No, Father I don't.” “I didn't think you would. It is an old Scottish instrument used to punish naughty girls like yourself. It is leather with straps at the end. It punished girls bottoms most well. It is clear to me that spanking is insufficient for a slut like yourself. Don't you think?” “Y-yes, Father, I think I deserve to be punished, and to be punished hard.” “Good. Also I need you to buy a dildo. I take it you know what that is?” “Yes, Father, but I have never used one…” Jane pleaded, telling Father Ambrose the truth. “No to worry, but you may need to use one now if you are going to wean yourself off black men. I want you to purchase the biggest, blackest dildo you can find. You should be able to buy both these items in one of the specialist sex shops in the city. “I will see you here, back at the Church, this Friday at 6pm. You may leave now.” Following her curt dismissal, Jane scurried away from the church, her high heels making a loud noise on the stone floor as she looked to make a quick exit, anxious not to come face to face with her new black Master. The rest of the day passed off quite uneventfully for the good Father, it was a case of the usual tedious church matters and then finally there were the evening confessions to contend with. Most of them were the usual dull nonsense that Father Ambrose heard every day; little old women confessing because they had had a sinful thought or two over George Clooney. However, the very last confession proved to be very interesting. Very interesting indeed. It was from none other then Jane's husband, Peter. Peter had, unbeknown to Jane, been a forced witness to the first two of her fuckings, with Charles and then with Smith. He had also been on the phone to her whilst she was being gangbanged and had known what was going on. Each time he has been a witness to her brutal fuckings, he had done nothing to intervene but instead had masturbated himself off. He was, to his lasting regret, turned on by seeing his wife being fucked by other men. He also believed it was also down to the fact that it was black men, with their enormous dicks, and their uncompromising attitudes which also lay at the route of his arousal. And it was because of this that he was here to confess these sins to the good Father Ambrose. “Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession.” “Go on, my son.” “Father, I have been a terrible husband. I have witnessed my wife commit adultery and I have done nothing to stop it.” Father Ambrose's interest peaked up. This was a nice sordid little tale to round the day off. At this time he was still not aware that it was Jane's husband in the booth with him. “Go on, my son.” Peter then proceeded to go on to explain the whole story. It did not take very long for the evil Father to put two and two together and realize that the delightful Jane's husband had actually been a witness to her infidelity. And that rather then making him repulsed and angry, it had actually turned him on. Father Ambrose proceeded to hatch up an evil plan, one which would add to the debauched evening he was planning with the lovely Jane. At the end of Peter's sorry tale, Father Ambrose proceeded to console Peter and offered him some practical help. “My son, what you have been through is terrible but as you are no doubt aware, the church does offer couples marriage counseling. “Now I do appreciate that your problems are a little more unusual than most. However, I do think with the appropriate amount of care and skill, we may be able to resolve the terrible situation you find yourself. “As such, I think you should attend counseling, initially at least, by yourself, and you should, under no circumstance mention this little chat to your wife. I do have a session free, this Friday at 5.45pm…” Peter, after a little more persuasion, agreed to counseling with the good Father Ambrose. Little did he know he was being set up that evening since his delightful wife was also scheduled to visit the evil Father. And the counseling she was likely to receive from Father Ambrose, and which he was going to be forced to watch, was going to be very different from anything the church officially recommended… To be continued...