THE IVORY CLUB - CH 04

It was 5.40 pm on Friday and, as agreed that Peter Redman arrived at church to meet Father Ambrose. Peter believed it was to receive marriage guidance from Father Ambrose, but the evil Father had other ideas. Degenerate ideas which involved Peter helplessly watching his wife get fucked by the Holy man's giant cock. When Peter arrived, the church was empty. He had, as instructed, come alone. Father Ambrose suggesting that the first session should be without Jane as they devised a “strategy” on how they should confront Jane. Peter spent a few minutes looking for Father Ambrose but the only people he came across were two cleaners. They were male, black and enormous and Smith like in their thuggish appearance. Couldn't Peter escape these people? Or was it since his wife had been fucked by Charles and Smith, he had just become more aware of blacks, and their size? Either way, he was tired of these people, Father Ambrose, was different, he was a man of God, a good man, but these men were mostly criminals. Anyway, cleaning jobs was the best thing for them. “Where is Father Ambrose?” Peter enquired, to one of them in a condescending manner. It would have been like how a slave master would have spoken to one of his slaves centuries before. The men stopped mopping the floor, stood up and looked up at him. They towered over him, one of them, who was unshaven and had a couple of gold teeth at the front of his mouth, merely grunted and pointed him towards a door in the far corner of the church. Peter headed off in that direction. The two black thugs just watched him leave, smiling, and thinking to themselves that the little prick will hopefully soon be suffering at the hands of Father Ambrose. Peter knocked on the door. A few seconds later Father Ambrose opened it and ushered Peter to what was his private quarters. He led him to a plush lounge and offered him a seat in a plush red leather armchair. Father Ambrose sat opposite him and started to speak: “Peter, my son, I am so glad you could make it. I am hoping that together we will be able to offer you a way out to the awful predicament you have found yourself. Finding out that your wife has committed adultery is an awful thing. But to have been witnessed it, and to have found it so arousing, well…” Father Ambrose left this last bit to hang in the air, to remind Peter of the humiliation that he had suffered when he enjoyed seeing his wife get fucked by another man. And a black man at that. Father Ambrose continued. “This is no normal marriage guidance that I find myself. It is just not that your wife has been unfaithful, that is one thing, and, in many circumstances, quite resolvable. However, it appears to me that your wife is addicted to black men and that is something that clearly you yourself can't do anything about.” Peter nodded in agreement. He knew what Father Ambrose was getting it, it is not that he can't be “black” it is just that he did not have a cock big enough to satisfy his wife. “Well, what are we going to do, Father? I don't want to lose my wife, but I don't think I can stay with her if I know that she needs to be satisfied by other black men. With the greatest respect Father, I don't mean to offend but…” “No need to apologise, my son. I understand completely.” What Father Ambrose understood was that this poor white boy was having great difficulty in accepting that his wife had become a whore for black cock. This was understandable, even the depraved Father Ambrose could recognise this. But was this Father Ambrose's problem? He thought not. In his depraved mind, he would not be doing God's work if he allowed this gorgeous bitch to be deprived the joys of black dick, and in particular his black dick, and spend the rest of her life on a diet of limp white dick. “My son, I now have a confession to make to you.” “What is it, Father?” “I have led you here on a small false pretence. I just hope the Lord can forgive me…” And Father Ambrose, looked up towards the sky, in mock concern. “You see, my son, I have also asked Jane if she could join us.” “Jane!” exclaimed Peter, genuinely horrified that is wife would be joining them. He had thought it would have been just the two of them having a preliminary chat on what was the best way forward. Now he was going to have to confront his wife! And more to the point, how had Father Ambrose got to meet his wife? “Yes my son, Jane. You see after your confession, a day later, Jane came to church to confess she confessed her terrible sins to me.” This was another lie, Jane had been into confession but it had been before Peter. “Jane confessed? Does this mean she wants forgiveness, does this mean she wants to change? Is she sorry for what she has, done, the bitch…” Father Ambrose put his hand to stop the stream of questions being fired at him. “My son, I believe she is truly sorry for what she has done. She came to me for forgiveness and for guidance because she wants to save her marriage. She loves you Peter. She has only ever loved you. But…” Again Father Ambrose stopped, allowing this “but.” to hang in the air a little, so Peter would know this would not all be plain sailing, that there was still some work to do. “But what Father?” “But I think she is still craves the kind of illicit and forbidden acts she has recently experienced; but it is our job to show her that there is an alternative way, that perhaps she and your marriage can be saved.” “And how are we supposed to do that Father?” “With my help, and with my strict guidance. It would appear that her, how should we call it, fetish for black men seems to be at the route of her problem and, as a black priest, I sense that she feels that I am best placed to help her, to help lead her down the righteous path of forgiveness and saviour. “As such she has agreed to come here tonight, and to follow my strict instructions. I warned her that only complete obedience to the word of God can save her now. I have been in a similar situation before and only after the couple in question followed my orders to the letter was the young girl saved. “As I said that she is coming here tonight and will be here shortly. She does not know you are here and I will not let her know either. I have arranged for you to hide in a room off here. You will be able to see and hear everything. It is a little cruder than the arrangement Charles had for you, but this time I hope you will see different results.” Peter said nothing. He was amazed at what was transpiring. He looked to Father Ambrose for some help, sensing Peter's confusion, the good Father continued. “You see, it is my intention that she confesses to me again, and I will ask her some more questions about her feelings for you and the sinful acts she has committed. I will also, depending on her mood, maybe ask her to carry out some religious acts, such as to pray and to worship.” “Yes, Father, this would I suppose be the best way forward…” Peter replied, genuinely confused and a little concerned. The last time he was forced to secretly watch his wife, she ended up taking a giant black cock down her throat and ass. He was not sure he wanted to go thought that again. But Father Ambrose was a priest… Sensing that Peter was not too convinced, Father Ambrose spent the next few minutes explaining how his non-conventional methods had been a success, both in the spheres of marriage guidance and in some more public arenas such as drug rehabilitation. Father Ambrose correctly sensed that with regards to the drug rehabilitation work, since it had been widely publicised in the media this should provide a degree of comfort for Peter. “And of course, if you are ever feeling uncomfortable with my methods, you can just walk in and confront us. Unlike in Charles's apartment, you will not be locked. Peter agreed that he was in a church, with a good and famous priest who was famous for his methods of rehabilitation. What could go wrong? With that Father Ambrose showed him to his room. It was more of closet than a room, big enough only for a chair. On the door there was a grilled window which allowed Peter to see everything. Father Ambrose explained that it would be almost impossible for Jane to know someone was in there since he had placed a bright lamp nearby. This would have the effect of making it harder for Jane to see beyond the light but at the same time not impair Peter's vision. The priest had thought of everything. And with that Father Ambrose left Peter seated in the closet and went to collect Jane. Jane had been waiting a couple of minutes for Father Ambrose in the church. As instructed, she was dressed as instructed. She wore a little pink dress, which barely covered her bottom and showed off her tits magnificently, along with white stockings, garters and g-string. Of course she did not wear a bra, she never did now. It was the same outfit she had worn the day she was gangbanged by Charles and his friends. Over the outfit she wore a small tight grey coat which was closed with a belt. It did nothing to hide her gorgeous figure since her massive tits were still proudly thrusting out they were so big, and most of her stocking clad legs were on display. She was holding a large purse in which contained the items she had been ordered to purchase. As she waited, she felt uncomfortable since she was constantly being starred at by the two thuggish black men who were still in the main body of the church. They blatantly eyed up her slutty body, making no attempt to disguise their animalistic looks. Jane had that familiar feeling of arousal whenever she was around such thugs. She could not help it. However, her own wicked thoughts were interrupted by the emergence of Father Ambrose. He was as good looking, and as big as his numerous appearances on TV had suggested. Confidently he walked over to her. “Jane, I am so glad you could make it”, he said that towering over her. Jane felt that he was undressing her, just like the two cleaners had done earlier. Indeed, Father Ambrose unashamedly eyed up the delicious bitch. He of course had some doubts as to whether she would turn up or not, he could not be 100% sure; but thankfully, here she was and as lovely as he had remembered. “This way, my child, we will take this into my private quarters.” And with that they headed towards Father Ambrose's apartment, walking past the two thugs who had stopped cleaning and were just eyeing up the beautiful Jane. Protectively, Father Ambrose placed his had on the small of her back to guide her along, although Jane thought it need not rest as close to her arse as it did. Once inside Father Ambrose's plush apartment, he locked the door and guided Jane towards a large two seater leather couch. Jane nervously sat down, conscience that her coat and dress offered the priest a wonderful view of her stocking clad legs. “Jane, have you dressed as I instructed?” “Yes, Father, I have.” “Good, my child. Good. Show me.” Father Ambrose ordered, in the commanding tone Jane had heard Charles use many times before. It was a tone that white bitches such as Jane rarely disobeyed. Charles sat down in the chair closes to the closet. It meant when Jane sat down, she would be starring right at Peter who would have an unobstructed view of her, although she would be unable to see him. Jane unbuttoned her coat and placed it on the chair behind her. Since she had not been ordered to sit, she remained standing, hands shyly clasped in front of her, awaiting the good Father's next command. Father Ambrose said nothing and merely started at Jane. It was no wonder that Charles and his friends and fucked this bitch, she was stunning. She was one of those girls's who did not need to dress up like a slut to attract men, she was that beautiful; but when she did, the effect was nothing short of amazing. With her 4 inch high heels on, her little pink dress barely covered her ass and you could see where her stockings ended and flesh began and her legs were beautiful, they were perfectly shaped; Father Ambrose could clearly tell that she was not wearing a bra since her nipples were visible through her light dress;. “Did you bring the items I asked?” Father Ambrose enquired. “Y-yes Father, I did.” Jane was very embarrassed by this. Father Ambrose had asked her to bring a tawse, which was an old fashioned leather spanking instrument, and a dildo. Jane knew exactly what type of evening this was going to be. “Good, please sit and we will proceed.” Father Ambrose pointed Jane towards a luxurious armchair which was positioned not only in front of Father Ambrose, but was also directly in line with Peter. He now had an uninterrupted view of his young wife. They both sat down. Father Ambrose noticed how Jane's delightful dress rose right up her legs, leaving most of her legs and on display. As a result he got an excellent view of her garters and flesh. It was a beautiful sight. Jane tried to pull her skirt down to cover herself up but to no avail. It simply was not long enough. It was a dress that should only really be worn in the privacy of your own home, with your husband. Not in public in front of a lecherous black priest who was making no attempt to disguise the fact that he was mentally undressing her. She crossed her legs and placed her hands demurely on her lap, conscience that much of her body was on display to this holy man. “Now, my child, you are, as you know, here because you have been a naughty girl and been unfaithful to your husband…” “Father there is something you need to know…” Jane's unexpected interruption surprised Father Ambrose. The bitch needed to know that he was never to be interrupted and she should only speak when asked. He was about to admonish her when she said: “I am sorry Father but I need to confess to you again. I think I should before we go on any further. I need to” This was an interesting development. Father Ambrose would allow her interruption to pass, for now. “My child, you say you want to confess again, is it really necessary? Is there something specific you need to confess? Is this something which could have a bearing on today's proceedings?” “Yes, Father, I believe it will”. Jane whispered. “What is it, my child, what is it you need to confess?” “Father, I have been unfaithful again.” “Unfaithful again? You mean you have unfaithful since we last spoke?” “Yes, Father, I have.” Both Father Ambrose and Peter were very interested by this. Father Ambrose was truly in awe by this slut's ability to find new cock to fuck. Peter was just horrified that his wife had once more been unfaithful. However, both were turned on. Father Ambrose, leant back in his chair, ready to hear this delightful slut's new confession, eager to know what new sexual depravity she had been subjected. After all, Jane no longer just did vanilla sex. “Go on, my child. Do not leave out any detail. I need you to be as explicit as you were the other day.” “Well Father, it all started when I went out to purchase those items you asked me to buy. I had a look on the internet to see where would be the best place to buy such things and where would be the most discreet. You see, I did not want anyone to see me entering such an establishment.” Father Ambrose nodded his head in agreement. Even though Jane was a whore, she had to keep up appearances. Good middle class white women did not, as a rule, visit seedy sex shops. And if they did, they were very discreet about it. “Well Father I finally found a shop which stocked the kind of goods I was looking for and it was also in a neighbourhood where I knew no one I knew visited - it was located in one of the meat packing districts back streets. “So, a couple of days ago, I took a cab there to make the necessary purchases…” “And tell me child, what were you wearing when you went to this sex shop? Did you dress in a way that would have pleased your black Masters? Did you dress in a way that said to men, “Here I am, please fuck me? "" This last question made poor Jane squirm in her chair. It was of course true. Jane now always dressed like a slut. Yet even she recognised that there must be something fundamentally at issue if she was willing to dress in such a way when forced to visit a seedy sex shop. And, furthermore, she was now getting a little embarrassed by this line of questioning and the nature of this supposed “confession”. Confessing one's sins in the confines of a confessional booth was one thing, but to confess them face to face, in front of this intimidating black priest, dressed the way she was when she knew that a lot of her body was on display, was quite another. And she swore she could see the outlines of a massive hard on emerging in Father Ambrose's crotch… “Yes Father, I dressed like a slut. I dressed the way I have been told to dress. I dressed like I was ready to be fucked by some big black cock.” Jane replied, once again her eyes avoided Father Ambrose's. She resolutely refused to look up at him, if she had, she would have seen him smile. “Describe what you were wearing?” “Well, Father, I had on a small, tight, pink flowery dress. It was tight at the top bit then flared out at the bottom. It was very short, it came to a good few inches above my knee. It had buttons at the front which stopped mid way down. I think it was a size too small since my breast seemed to want to burst out. It was very low cut which also meant I showed off an awful lot of cleavage. “With it, I wore flesh coloured stockings with white garters and garter belt. I had on a white g-string and of course, no bra. I also had on a pair of 4 inch pink high heels. I was aware that with the high heels, every time I walked, my skirt would rise up and the flesh above my stockings was visible. And my big tits would also wobble. They really do need to be in a bra but I know that my Masters like to have them free and available” “Jane, did you not think about the effect this would have on the patrons of a seedy sex shop? I mean, you are quite stunning and here you are, dressed up all proactively, in one of the cities most seedy parts. What was your thinking behind your outfit? It is one thing, dressing as you have today, for me, which I must say I greatly appreciate, but it is quite another thing to dress up in a way to draw attention to yourself in a sex shop?” Jane closed her eyes at this question. It was true. When she had decided to go out and buy the items that Father Ambrose had ordered her to buy, she had initially dressed low key, she did not want to draw attention to herself. However, it did not take long before the new slut in her came out. Going to a sex shop meant that invariably there would be plenty of men present. Plenty of perverted old men who would like nothing better than to ogle her gorgeous young body. Her gorgeous young married body. Jane now took great pleasure in wearing outfits for the sole purpose of flaunting her body off, preferably to black men. Her husband, Peter, of course knew nothing about these outfits. They were not for his viewing pleasure. As Jane closed her eyes, she leant back into the deep leather chair. Her dress rose even higher up her lovely tender thighs, revealing more of her delicate white flesh to the evil black priest. “Yes, Father, it is true. I did realise the effect I would have; but it turned me on knowing that I would be flaunting my body off to bunch of old perverted men in a seedy shop. “Father I have to confess, it seems the dirtier the situation, the more it turns me on. Father, please help me.” “Don't worry, my child, I will thoroughly deal with you later, but first I need to hear the remainder of your confession. I sense once more that you have behaved like a wicked slut. That you have been unfaithful to your poor husband”. Jane's poor husband, who secretly from Jane was sitting a mere few feet away, squirmed in his chair. He was embarrassed not only by the mention of his wife's infidelity, but that once more he was getting turned on by his wife's story. He was almost as anxious as Father Ambrose was to hear her story. “Yes, Father, I have once more been a wicked slut. “Well, as I was saying, I headed off to the sex shop. I took a taxi there. The driver was an old Pakistani driver. He kept on looking at me through his rear mirror. I could tell he was impressed with what he saw. My dress, like now, had ridden up my legs so he got a good view of my naked flesh above my stockings. My garters were also on display. “At first I thought the shop was in a respectable part of Soho, but it was not too long before we were driving down some very narrow streets off the main road. Soon we had come to a dark dingy street which merely had a couple of sex shops. The rest of the road seemed to be made up of warehouses. I could see a few old men walking out of them clutching brown bags. “We stopped outside the shop I needed to visit. The disgusting looking Pakistani driver asked me if I was sure I wanted to be dropped in such a seedy part of town? I said nothing and just handed over my money. He just looked at my big tits and licked his lips. “I got out of the car and now I was alone in this street and I must admit, I felt a little uneasy being alone in such a part of town. I noticed how the men in the street were eyeing up my body. A few of them were white or Mexican looking men, but the majority were black. They seemed to be working in the adjoining warehouses, and they were blatantly eyeing up my body. They were all young, big black men and they all looked like they wanted to fuck me hard. “At that point I panicked. I wanted to get back into the cab so I could get back home as quickly as possible. However, the Pakistani driver had already driven off. He probably did not want to hang around this neighbourhood for too long. “I was now alone in a part of town that I had never been in before, a part of town which seemed to be mainly populated by blacks. I now regretted dressing in a way which would turn on black men. I wanted to go home but had little alternative but to get off the street and enter into the sex shop. I figured I could make my purchases and ask the shop owner to order me a taxi. “So for the first time in my life I entered a sex shop and as I looked around it was even more seedier than I had imagined. At one part of the store there were rows and rows of DVDs which seemed to cater for every possible type of sexual fantasy. Near to that was the magazine shelf. My eyes were immediately drawn to a publication entitled “Racks and Blacks”. On the cover was a picture of a pretty young white girl, she had a pair of enormous tits and she was wrapping them around an enormous black cock. I made a mental note to purchase the magazine once I had acquired all the items for my new black Master. My own personal gratification should always come second to my Master's wishes.” Father Ambrose smiled at this. The bitch had learnt well. “I then focussed on the front of the shop. Above the counter there was a big plasma TV screen hanging on the wall. On it they were showing a DVD film. The film was showing the vigorous fucking of a young white girl by several black men. She could not have been any older than sixteen, was dressed in a school girls uniform and was being gangbanged on the floor of what looked like a men's locker room. I noticed on the counter that there was a DVD cover with the title “Schoolgirls like it black and rough”. The girl on the film was acting like she did not want to be fucked. She was screaming out for them men to stop, that she was a virgin and she wanted to stay that way until she was married. The men just laughed and carried on fucking her. She pleaded for mercy. I hoped it was just acting… “As I stood mesmerised by the schoolgirl gangbang taking place on the TV in front of me, I very quickly became conscience of the shop coming to a standstill. Initially I had not realty taken note of who was in there, so it was only when I stopped surveying the shops perverted content did I notice that who was actually in the shop with me. “There were only four people, two white, two black. The two white men were customers, were middle aged, short and overweight. They were in their mid 40s and were dressed in business suits. They were your typical Wall Street type who were taking time out of work to indulge in a spot of porn shopping. The other two men were also old, must have been in their late 60s, were also overweight but they were big and they were black. “These men were clearly the owners of the store since one was seating behind the counter, under the TV, and the other was stocking the DVD shelves. These men were well over six feet tall and at one time I imagine would have been lean and fit. However age and a poor diet had meant that their bodies were not what they once were. They sported massive bellies. The one behind the counter was going bald and had a goatie beard whilst the other had a full set of grey hair but had a full trimmed grey beard. No matter which angle you looked at them from, they were ugly. “I then noticed that not only had then all stopped whatever they were doing but they were instead just starring at me. It was obvious that they did not get many attractive women in such a store and if they did, I doubted whether they got women who were dressed in such a provocative way. “The white men were starring at me it that preppy manner I had got used to with Peter's friends - when you caught their eye, instead of being a man and looking straight back at you, they shifted embarrassingly and looked elsewhere. “With the black men, however, it was very different. As I looked at both of these men they just starred back and smiled. They blatantly eyed me up, lingering on my large tits. The man behind the counter licked his lips, leaned back in his chair and spread his legs slightly as if to say “You want some of this?” “I became very nervous of the situation and wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. I think the idea of coming to this seedy part of town all dressed up to turn on old black men had backfired somewhat. Just looking at these old men made me feel a little uncomfortable and scarred. They were different from the black men that had previously fucked me. They had been lean and relatively young. These men were old, fat and ugly. At that time I was not convinced I wanted such men looking at me, let alone touching me. “As such, I stopped watching the film - I noticed that the young teenager had a cock up her arse and another one up her pussy, her shirt was ripped open and her small tits were dark red from the mauling that they were receiving. She was still protesting but the howls of protest had died down considerably and the look of pleasure, the look of a satisfied slut, was all too prevalent. “I frantically looked for what I had come for - a dildo and a leather strap. I noticed that in the far corner of the shop, there was what must have been the BDSM section since there were number of devises which could have been used on a naughty girl's bottom. Without further ado, I headed off in that direction. “When I got there I was amazed to see what kind of items they had on sale. There were a variety of spanking instruments and a number of canes, handcuffs and outfits. All things I thought my black masters would be able to use to discipline me. As I started to examine the items in more detail, I sensed a flurry of activity going on behind me, so I looked back to see exactly what was going on. “The two black shop owners seemed to be hurrying on the other two shoppers in the shop. The one standing seemed to be having a word with one of them whilst the other was quickly paying for his goods. Once he had paid he was shown quickly to the door, the other man quickly followed. It seemed he had been told to leave and left without buying anything. “I was now alone with these two black men, in a seedy part of town and in a sex shop. I decided to linger no more, buy my goods and leave immediately. I had already decided on the leather strap to purchase, a twase I believe you called it, and was about to pick it up when one of the men came up to stand right next to me. “It was the man who had previously been behind the counter. He was very tall, and very fat. His big fat face looked down at me, grinning and for the first time he spoke to me, “Can I be of any assistance, my dear? He enquired “I did not know what to say. I was embarrassed and afraid. All I did was meekly shake my head. But the man ignored me and carried on speaking to me, “I see you are interested in instruments that discipline young a girl's bottom. I think this instrument is very good and very effective.” “Father, he then picked up the twase that I was going to buy. It was made out of soft black leather, was very long and had number of tails on it. Holding it, he gently smacked it against the palm of his hand. It made a gentle smacking noise. Then, looking down at me, he must have noticed my engagement and wedding rings because he then asked me whether my husband was going to the one doing the disciplining. “I know I should have lied and said yes but I was at that point terrified by the situation. So I just looked down and shook my head. “The man just laughed and said “Good. Very Good. In which case, your Master would love applying this twase to your naughty bottom. However, I would not be doing my job properly if I did not make sure that your bottom was of the right size and firmness to be able to receive such a strong instrument. You see, not all bottoms would be able to withstand such an instrument. Now let me just check.” “And then, without even asking and with the confidence and assuredness that I had come to expect from black men, he placed his big hand on my bottom and started to squeeze it. “I let out a big scream of surprise. Was not only this unexpected but totally unwarranted. However, although I was initially repulsed by this big, fat ugly man molesting my bottom, I was too terrified to move. Where would I go, I thought? I knew his friend was somewhere behind me, no doubt enjoying what was going on, so I could hardly just run out. So Father, I just stood there and allowed this awful man to grope my beautiful young bottom “And boy did he grope me. At first his actions were gentle, but then they became firm and rough. And all the while he was looking down at me, his big ugly face starring at me saying “Good, very good.” And all I could do was plead with him by staying “Stop. Please, stop.” “But Father, as expected, he just ignored my howls of protest. And rather then cease his actions, he took it one step further. Realising that I was not going to resist, that he was in complete control over me, he lightly spanked my still barely covered bottom. "" Good, your bottom seems firm enough to be able to withstand this instrument. I am sure your Master would be pleased ". He said that as he continued to spank me. And now, his friend had come to stand by me also. I now had two big black men standing very close to me on either side. “To say I was terrified was an understatement. But Father, I was also beginning to get turned on. Here I was, surrounded and being abused by two old black men who I had never met before, in a sex shop in one of the cities most dangerous parts and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Essentially, they could do whatever they wanted to do to me, I was at their mercy. “In response to this dangerous situation I found myself, I could sense that my nipples were becoming fully erect and were aggressively pushing up against my thin cotton dress. My tits were also heaving up and down. This was down both to nerves and desire. Both men were now openly just starring down my cleavage. I thought at any moment they would ask me to reveal my tits to them. And I would have had no choice but to obey them. “However, instead the man who had been lightly spanking my bottom turned to his friend and said that “I think you should also check this arse out. We need to be sure that whatever she buys for her Master, it is suitable for her ass. I don't believe we would be doing our job otherwise. “And of course the other man obliged. He placed his big black hand on one cheek and started to squeeze it, whilst the other man placed his hand on the other cheek and also squeezed. I now had two black men molesting my poor bottom. I merely closed my eyes and enjoyed the familiar situation of being dominated and abused by big black men. ” All the while Jane was telling her story to Father Ambrose, she had leant nicely back into the deep leather chair and had closed her eyes. Her legs and remained crossed all this time, but her white stockings and garters were on display since her small little pink skirt had risen up to her waist. She had made no attempt to cover herself up. Content that she displayed her body to her new Master. But at the mention of the two men simultaneously abusing her, Jane, unconsciously, uncrossed her legs. She was getting aroused at the story she was being forced to tell and had a familiar itch in her now damp pussy. She wanted to play with herself but had momentarily forgotten that she was in the presence of a priest. She slowly spread her legs so that Father Ambrose got a clear look up her skirt. For the first time he saw her damp white g-string. Jane now became aware that her current pose afforded Father Ambrose a view that she may not be quite ready to give. She opened her eyes and for the first time during the “confession” looked directly at the good Father. Father Ambrose knew what poor Jane was thinking and he immediately reassured her by holding up his hand and smiling at her. “Do not worry my child. I know what you feel. A slut like you must be getting turned on by telling me such a story. I sense that you want to play with yourself. You want to play with your pussy, don't you?” Jane looked at the good Father. Her beautiful eyes were all dreamy with desire. Her massive tits were heaving up and down, nipples clearly erect. Licking her lip, she replied, “Yes, Father, please allow me to play with my pussy.” “I will child but I don't want you to use your hands to play with your pussy. I want you to use the dildo that you bought. The dildo may be a good substitute for black cock, although for a slut such as yourself, I have my doubts. I take it you have it?” “Yes, Father, I do.” “Good my child, well use it.” Jane leaned over to her bag and took out an enormous black dildo. Without any prompting from Father Ambrose, Jane spread her legs as far as they would go and pushed the gusset of her tiny g-string to one side so her naked young pussy was now on full display to the evil Father. Then, she started to rub her pussy with the big black dildo and started to moan with desire. Father Ambrose's mighty cock was now fully erect. He was not yet sure whether he should display it to the young wife. That would come later, he decided. First, he wanted to verbally humiliate her husband a little more. “You are a naughty bitch, aren't you Jane? How do you think your husband would feel if he knew that you were alone in a church, with a big black priest, legs spread open and openly fucking yourself with a dildo?” “Oh Father, please don't ask me such questions, I love my husband…” “You say you love him but you are willing to wantonly display your body to a man of God. What does that make you, my child?” Peter looked on, utterly humiliated but also utterly aroused by the situation. His wife was being abused by a man with whom people should have the ultimate trust. And he, her husband, should have really burst in and put an end to proceedings, regardless of the physical damage the massive Father Ambrose could inflict on him. Of course, Peter had no intention of carrying out such a bold strategy. Jane still had not answered Father Ambrose's question. “Answer my question, Jane. What does it make me?” “Oh Father, it makes me a slut. It makes me a bitch. It makes me a whore.” “You are right, Jane, it does make you all those things. “And tell me, you are not just content to show me your young married white pussy, are you? What else are you desperate for me to see?” “My tits, Father. I want you to see my big married white tits. And in time I want you to see my arse. I want you to see everything, Father…” “All in good time, but for now, show me you big white tities, bitch.” It was the first time that day that Father Ambrose had called her a “bitch”. It was a further sign, if any were needed, that he was her Master and she his bitch. Without further ado, Jane undid a few of the buttons on her tight pink dress and spreading it wide, reached in and pulled out her massive tits. Even Father Ambrose, who had seen many a pair of white tities in his time, gasped at their beauty and size. Once they were both on display, Jane resumed playing with her pussy with the dildo. “Continue with your story.” “Well Father, as I was saying, I had two men fondling my bottom, they were starring down at my still covered tits and openly commenting that my arse and body was built for punishment. “Then one of the men began to lift up my small dress. They were going to reveal my bottom. Still I did nothing to stop them. However, as my dress came to the top of my stockings, the shop door opened. Immediately the man stopped lifting up my skirt, although both of them kept their hands firmly on my arse. “I opened my eyes and came out of the dream like trance that I had been. I then looked behind me, as did both of the men. At the door was a small old white man who, I assume, had come to the shop as a customer. He just stopped at the door, and, mouth open, starred with amazement at the scene in front of him. Here, in a seedy downtown sex shop was a young white married girl, dressed in a small innocent dress with two black men openly fondling her arse. "" Get out, the store is closed ", shouted one of the men. The poor man just ran out of the shop. “This, however, also brought me back to my senses. I needed to make my purchases and get out. I said to them that I just wanted to pay for my goods and leave. “I tried to move towards the till but one of the men just stopped me by gently grabbing my waist. He told me that there was no need to be leaving so quickly and then he asked me whether I wanted to try out the leather strap, to ensure that my Master was going to be happy with it.” Jane had now inserted the tip of her massive dildo into her soaking wet pussy. Her other hand was playing with one of her big tits. With her eyes closed she was thrusting her groin to Father Ambrose as she fucked herself. She continued. “Father, I must say I thought they had a point. I did not want to displease you by buying something that did not punish my bottom adequately. I knew I needed to be punished properly and I did not want to disappoint you.” “Yes, you are a good bitch. Do go on.” “Well it was clearly madness to think that I could allow myself to be punished by these old fat black men whom I did not know until a few minutes ago. But at the same time, having sampled the joys of big black dick, I was curious to know what it would be liked to be abused and fucked by these old men. I was under no delusion that a spanking and whipping at these men's hands would inevitably lead to another gangbang. “Unfortunately my initial hesitancy was interpreted as my acceptance, and the balding man, who had his hand around my waist started to lead me towards a door. “I did nothing to stop him and let myself be guided by him. When he got to the door he opened it and his hand move from my waist to my barely covered bottom. He gave it a good smack and told me to go downstairs since it was nice and private down there and no one could disturb us. “I looked down at the stairs to the dimly lit basement. I was now genuinely terrified as to what lay down there. Behind me I could hear the other man locking the door. I was trapped. "" I don't think I ought to go down there with you both. I am a happily married woman. This is not right. “Was all I could say. “The fat balding man, with his hand aggressively molesting my poor arse laughed and said “You know you want me to try this instrument out on your young married bottom. You know you want to make sure it will please your Master. Why else would you come to such a rough neighbourhood, dressed so pretty if you were not trying to entice some old black men? I bet your husband don't know you here…” “No, this is not the case, really…” I replied feebly. "" Listen, Joe and I don't want to force you to anything you don't want. If you don't want to try this strap, if you don't want us to spank your naughty little bottom, if you don't want to be roughly treated by some old big black men, then you can walk on outta here ". “And the man emphasised his point my using his other hand to grope one of my big tits. When he did I merely closed my eyes, licked my lips and groaned. It was true, I wanted to be disciplined and fucked by these old, disgusting men.” Jane now had at least half the dildo up her pussy and was violently fucking herself with it. Her big tits were bouncing up and down in response. It took all of Father Ambrose's will power not to fuck the bitch there and then. "" You see Joe, old Sam is right, this bitch is prime fucking material ". Again my silence was taken as acceptance. The fat balding man, who I now knew as Sam, led me down the narrow stairs. I walked very carefully down them since I had on 4 inch heels. Sam and Joe followed me and I was led into a room. “I expected to walk to some horrific torture chamber but instead I was surprisingly disappointed as to what I found. It seemed to be their office. In the middle was a desk, with a few papers on it. And around the room were a number of desks with computers and video making equipment. I noted a DVD cover on one of the desks, it was called, “White bitches submit to black men”. On the cover a poor woman was being canned whilst she was blowing off a huge fat black man. His face was cut out of the picture but it could well have been one of the men with me. When I looked at them they just smiled. "" You can take that DVD home with you afterwards. Make a nice souvenir. “. I nodded, it would. Sam, who seemed to be the leader of the operation continued, “Now what I want you to do is to place your hands on the desk, spread your legs and lean forward.” “Well of course, Father, I had no choice but to obey. The ludicrous situation was all of my own making - here I was, a young white wife in a rough neighbourhood, alone with two old black men who were each old enough to my grandfather, let alone my father. And now I was in the basement of a sex shop, alone with these men dressed in a skimpy outfit, worn with the sole purpose of arousing such depraved men. I had it coming and I deserved it. “As instructed, I placed my hands on the desk, spread my legs and pushed my arse out as far as I could. As I did, I became aware of my little flared dress rising up my bottom displaying, to the perverted old men, the tops of my stockings and the beginnings of my arse. I heard the men grunt with approval. They liked what they saw. “However I was not yet revealing enough and one of them came up and, without asking, flipped my little skirt up so they had, for the first time, a full unimpeded view of my young married white bottom. It was lovingly framed by pretty white garters and a frilly garter belt. My g-string disappeared in my bottom so all of my arse cheeks were on display to them. Available for them to do anything they wanted. “I heard the men grunt with approval and then Sam came over and placed his big hand on my arse and gently stroked it. They then began to taunt me by asking what such a pretty little thing was doing, without her husband, in such a rough black neighbourhood all dressed up? Clearly I was looking for it? Clearly I was looking for some big black cock. I of course tried to deny it but whenever I said “No, it's not true” they would cruelly spank my poor defenceless bottom, call me a “whore” and a “bitch”. “They would then ask me why I had agreed to come down to a basement all alone with them? Clearly I wanted to be punished and fucked. Of course I tried to deny it all. “They then asked me whether my husband knew that I had a Master. I replied that he did not know. This was met with more spanks. "" So you fuck around, is that what you are saying? You fuck other men and come to seedy sex shops, dressed like a whore, without your husband knowing. “They asked. “I agreed with them and they carried on spanking me. My groans were getting louder and louder. The firm spanks on my bottom were bringing me close to my first climax of the day. The men could sense that their actions were turning me on. “They asked me whether I wanted to be punished properly. Whether I wanted to be punished with the leather strap? To have my arse whipped just like a bitch whore deserved. I replied “yes” to all their questions. I was ready to be punished. “It was Joe who now took over. He picked up the strap and gently caressed my bottom with the thin leather tails. He asked me whether I was ready for this. I replied that I was. He then warned me that it was going to hurt and that in all likelihood I will be in pain but I must, at all times, make sure that my legs were spread and that my arse was pushed out. Failure to comply with these instructions would mean that I would be punished even more severely. “I of course agreed. I waited for the first stroke on my bottom but it did not come straight away. Instead the men just carried on stroking my arse with the tails of the strap and both commented on how delicious my arse was and what a slut I must be to get myself to such a position. “And then, without warning, Joe lifted his arm back and, with some considerable force, applied the strap on my arse. I screamed out. It hurt so much. Joe then applied several vicious strokes to my poor bottom. Each one seemed harder than the next. But I still did not flinch. I still made sure my arse was dutifully thrust out for them. “Joe carried on whipping me for a few minutes and all the while they both commented on how pretty my bottom looked, and how the redness of my bottom contrasted nicely with my pretty innocent lingerie “After a few minutes of this, Joe stopped and came over and started to stroke my bottom with his hand. He commented on how hot and red it looked and how I had done well, so far. He then asked me whether I thought I had displayed enough of my body to them and whether I thought there was anything else that they would like to see? “I of course I knew what he meant. He wanted to see by big tits. Initially I said I did not know what he meant. He replied with a volley of vicious spanks on my bottom and told me that I was a “bitch who knew exactly what it took to satisfy a black man.” To stop these spanks and taunts, I quickly asked him whether he wanted to see my tits. He stopped spanking me and grunted in approval. “He then ordered me to remain where I was and he came around the table to stand in front of me. He then without asking put his hands down my flimsy dress and pulled out my big tits and started to play with them.” Jane had now managed to get all of the big black dildo up her pussy and was masturbating away, unashamedly in front of the priest. She was close to cumming and was panting furiously. Father Ambrose, despite the enormous temptation to do so, had still not yet revealed his big black dick to poor Jane and was, for now, content just to listen. “As he started to play with my big tits, I could see the outlines of an enormous erection. He was clearly aroused by events and I knew it would not be too long before I was forced to serve these man. To satisfy them however they wanted me. “Behind me, Sam and picked up the strap and was now applying it to my bottom with some force. I started to scream. Seeing my mouth open, Joe decided he could hold back no longer and he unzipped himself and fished out his 12 inch black cock. It looked huge, Father. With my mouth open, he effortlessly slid his big dick down my throat. Without hesitation, I accepted and started to suck on it. Once more I was being unfaithful to my husband by satisfying another black man. “Joe began to grunt with approval. Calling me a “whore” and a “good bitch”. I could tell he was close. Very soon Sam got tired of punishing my bottom, which was now very sore from the whipping. From behind me I heard the now all too familiar sound of a man's fly being unzipped and a big black cock being taken out. I knew I was about to be fucked. “Sam placed the enormous head of his big black cock and the entrance of my small pussy and pushed hard. Despite being fucked there by many a big cock, my pussy is still tight and it took a lot of effort for him to lodge his enormous 12 inch cock up my tight cunt. Once he had, he grunted with approval and I moaned with desire. My moans were of course muffled because I was still sucking on Joe's cock. “Now that the two old black men had their cocks in my small tight body, they began to fuck me mercilessly and without any regard to my feelings. My big tits swung back and forth with the violence of their assault.” Jane then looked up at the good Father who was now unashamedly sporting a massive erection. It was still uncovered but to the young wife his weapon looked scarily big. She suspected correctly that her “confession” was none of the sort. Instead it was a way to pleasure another perverted black man, and a priest at that. She realised that in all probability she would very soon be forced to fuck and satisfy this brute of a priest, a man who was cruelly taking advantage of his privileged position to seduce and to fuck this poor young wife. Jane, who was still fucking herself with her massive dildo and playing with her tits, loudly groaned at the prospect and, looking directly for the first time at Father Ambrose, licked her luscious lips. Father Ambrose, always a shrewd judge of character, sensed that Jane was now ready for the next stage of the proceedings. Everything had proceeded as he had planned, she had returned to see him after their first “confession”, when it must have been clear to Jane that it had been no normal confession; she had agreed to dress like a slut for his pleasure and, more importantly, she had agreed to display all her charms and masturbate for him. She was now ready to see the cock she would be forced to serve and Father Ambrose suspected that she would do nothing to stop him from forcing the issue. Spreading his legs widely, he opened his black cassock revealing his massive black dick to Jane. “Oh my God, Father, what are you doing?” Jane screamed. Whilst she knew deep down that she was going to fuck this man, she was still truly terrified at what she was being forced to watch and to do. Father Ambrose's weapon was the largest she had ever seen. It must have been at least 14 inches long and as wide as a Coke can. Father Ambrose merely smiled and started to rub his cock. “Do not worry, my child, please continue with your story and do not relent in debasing yourself with the dildo you have bought. I want you to fuck yourself until you have cum, you naughty bitch” “Oh, Father, but I am a married woman. You should not be showing me your…” Jane replied, all the while she continued to force the dildo in and out of her soaking wet pussy. “Don't disobey me, bitch, you will do exactly what I tell you to do. Is that clear?” “Oh yes Father.” Jane's natural submissive instincts came to the fore and she happily agreed to obey this powerful black priest. “Good, now continue.” Peter, in the small ante room off Father Ambrose's quarters, was watching everything unfold and, although he could not see what Father Ambrose had just done, he suspected that the good Father had just revealed his dick to his wife. Unzipping himself, he took out his small 6 inch penis and started to wank himself off. His secret fetish of watching his wife being fucked by big black men had forced him, humiliatingly, to this state of affairs, despite his better judgment. What he really wanted to do was to barge to the room next door and confront his unfaithful wife. But, to his lasting regret, he was turned on by seeing her fuck other men, and he felt it was all the more special because it was big black men who were always doing the fucking. And in his white upper middle class world, that was the ultimate taboo. “Well Father.” Jane continued. “As I said that I had a cock in by pussy and one in my mouth. I was happy to be serving these men and they were taking great delight from the fucking they were giving me. Joe, who was roughly forcing his cock down my throat was also playing with my tits and Sam was spanking my arse as he pounded me from behind. “I could tell they were getting close as their grunts got louder and louder. And they kept on calling me obscene names such as “filthy whore”, “slut” and “white bitch” and asked me what my husband would make if it all. Of course this kind of crude language and rough treatment just turned me on even more, as did the perverted dangerous situation I had willingly placed myself. “As their fucking got rougher and rougher, I inevitably came and although my groans were muffled by the big cock in my mouth, it was clear to the men that the fucking they were forcing on me was turning me on. As a result, Joe emitted his copious seed down my throat and Sam spunked up in my tight young pussy, all the while he cruelly spanked my arse calling me a “naughty little bitch "". Jane had now closed her eyes, leant her head back, mouth open and she was licking her lips. She looked very much like the satisfied slut that she was. She was enjoying telling the evil priest her perverted tales, letting him share in the knowledge of her dangerous carnal exploits. Father Ambrose in turn was enjoying the story and the beautiful sight Jane offered him. Her tits were truly spectacular and he was amazed that such a young tight pussy could take such a big dildo. He looked forward to putting his dick in there. All in good time he thought. “Is that all, my beautiful perverted child? Is that the only fucking you have to “confess” or is there more?” Both Father Ambrose and Peter very much hoped that there was more. There usually was with Jane and they were not to be disappointed. “Yes Father, there is more. Much more…” “Excellent, my lovely little whore. Do go on.” Father Ambrose still had not cum himself, and he wanted to bring himself off before he started to gorge himself on Jane's young body. “Well Father, after they had fucked me, they told me that they had not finished with me and they still required my body. I of course protested but they explained to me that I had no choice and had to do what they wanted. They were of course right, alone in their basement I was at their mercy and in no position to protest or to escape. And Father, I was quite happy to be at the mercy of these perverted men. I wanted to continue to be their slut and to pleasure their big black cocks. “I thought they were going to fuck me again, maybe take me in my arse, double fuck me or abuse me with one of the cruel instruments they had in the room, but instead Sam led me from the room down a dingy badly lit corridor to another room. Meanwhile, Joe stayed behind and started dialling a number on his phone. I would later realise that he calling his friends, who worked in the next door warehouse, and was offering my body to them. I was about to become a slut who was available to whoever these men desired. “However, at that time I did not realise what was going on. I was naturally a little scared at being led down this dingy bad lit corridor to a different room but I merely thought that they wanted to fuck me on a bed, I still had no idea that they in fact wanted me to service several other cocks. “As I walked, my big tits were still uncovered, they were red from the mauling they had just received, they were heaving up and down in fear and in anticipation and I don't think my nipples had ever been so hard. I was incredibly turned on by the whole situation - - here I was, a young white wife, alone in a rough black neighbourhood and had willingly allowed myself to be led down into a basement of a sex shop with two old black men, who I did not know, and who could, and in fact were, doing anything they wanted. It was an unbelievable situation that I had placed myself. “We finally got to the designated room and on the door there was a sign headed “Glory Hole”. I did not then know what it meant, but I was very quickly about to find out. Sam placed his big meaty hand on my delicate arse and, giving it a rough squeeze, he led me. “Inside was a large well lit room and at one end there were was no furniture, just empty space, whilst at the other end there were merely two chairs and a video camera set up on a tripod clearly ready to film. It was clear that I was going to be filmed performing some sort of degrading sex act, I assumed I would be fucking either Sam or Joe. I did not yet know how perverted things were going to get. “As I was led, I noticed that at the end with no furniture, there was in one of the walls, a hole a few feet off the ground. The hole was a good six inches wide. Initially I did not thing anything of it. Sam led me over and ordered me to wait. He then went over to the other side of the room and started to play with the video camera. “A minute or so later, Joe returned and he walked over to Sam and whispered something to him. Joe then turned on the camera and then both men sat down and starred at me. I was submissively standing in front of them, hands demurely clasped in front of me, looking down, naked tits heaving up and down, waiting for instructions from my Masters. “They then informed me what this room was for and what was expected of me. The hole at the back of the room, I was informed, was built to allow men to place their cocks in and be serviced, in anonymity, by a willing slut such as myself, using her tits and her mouth. Apparently the room had been originally built to provide an extra service to some of their more discerning clients. “I was told that today I was to be that willing slut for several black workers in the meat packing warehouse next door. Sam and Joe owed them some money and me blowing them off would go someway service their debt. “Father I should have protested or raised even a token protest at this new depraved act that I was being asked to perform. But instead I merely nodded my head in acceptance, inside I was delighted that I was being asked to service even more black cock. “They then ordered me to remove my dress. They claimed they did not want to get it ruined by the spunk that was sure to follow. I think they just wanted to get a better look at my body. In any event, I obeyed. I removed my dress and handed it over to Sam. I was now just dressed in my heels, stockings, garters, garter belt and g-string. I then waited for my first black cock.” Father Ambrose and Peter were both understandably very close. Peter's wife was displaying a new and unbelievable level of debauchery. Neither man was clear how low Jane would go to satisfy her craving for black cock, they were just both glad that her story had not yet ended. Jane continued. “After a few seconds I heard something next door. It was the sound of a man arriving then the unmistakeable sound of a man unzipping his fly. Then, through one of the holes, a blackcock emerged. It was still flaccid but even in that state it was at least 8 inches long. I was ordered by Joe to get on to my knees and suck it like a good whore. I obeyed. “As I knelt down, I noticed that the hideous brown carpeted floor was covered in white stains which must have been caused by spunk. There was also an overriding smell of man's jism. This was truly a disgusting place. But I was still turned on by it. As ordered, I opened my mouth and started to suck this man's cock. The man, whose face I had not seen, immediately started to groan. Soon it was fully erect at 13 inches. It was a marvellous feeling to suck a cock when I did not know who the owner was. “The hidden man groaned and told me to suck it all the way down like good bitch. I obeyed and somehow I managed to get all of his giant cock down my throat. I then began to vigorously bob my head up and down his pole, fucking him with my delicate mouth. From the sounds emitted from behind the wall, I knew the man appreciated the efforts I was making to serve him. “After a few minutes of this Sam then ordered me to tit fuck the man. As ordered, I placed his ugly cock between the valley of my beautiful breasts and fucked him there. Sam then asked me whether I liked to fuck men other than my husband. I knew this was for the benefit of the camera but I answered honestly and replied “Yes”. He then asked me what type of men I liked to fuck. I replied that I only liked to fuck big black men. He then asked me whether my husband knew what I was doing. I replied that he did not. He then asked me whether this made me a naughty slut. I replied that it did. It then did not take long before my actions caused the man to cum and he was exploding his copious seed over my big married white tits. As I rubbed the spunk all over my tits, I realised that I had serviced yet another big black cock and I knew there was plenty more to follow. “Indeed, over the next half an hour or so, I was forced to suck and tit fuck half a dozen big black cocks whose anonymous owners shoved them through the designated hole. The hidden men called me all sorts of nasty things but that just spurred me on. They were, after all, right, I am a filthy white married whore. All the while, Sam and Joe filmed me offering me words of encouragement. “As I sucked off all these men, Sam and Joe would keep on taunting me by asking me questions in order to humiliate me further. They would ask me whether I preferred black cock to my husband's small white dick, whether I enjoyed being unfaithful and whether naughty white wives deserved to have their bottoms spanked. To all of these questions I of course replied in the affirmative. “They insisted that each man would cum over my tits or my face and each time a man came, they would ask me to look into the camera, rub the spunk over my massive tits and tell them how much of a naughty white married slut I was and how much I loved to suck black cock. It was not long before I was covered in spunk. “And of course all this sucking and tit fucking had made Sam and Joe's dicks hard once more and it was not too long before they wanted to fuck me again. I think I was sucking my seventh black cock when Joe got up and ordered me to stand up and spread my legs as I sucked the man off. He then spent a minute or so viciously spanking my poor bottom and calling me a “naughty slut”. “It seems to me that black men like to prepare their white woman for a fucking by spanking them and reminding them how naughty they are. I always like it. It reminds me what a submissive bitch I am and that my arse is always available to them. “Once Joe was happy that my bottom was red enough, he placed his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slammed all 12 inches in one almighty thrust. The violence of the assault caused me to experience the most amazing orgasm and I nearly fainted as a result. I stopped sucking the man and cried out in pain and relief. I then pleaded with my attacker to be gentle with me. He replied with a volley of cruel spanks and ordered me to carry on sucking the man's cock like a good bitch whore. I naturally complied with his wishes. “After fucking and spanking me for a few minutes, which caused me to cum a good few times, Joe withdrew his cock from my soaking wet pussy and told me that he was going to fuck me in the one place that had not been fucked in that day. My arse. I groaned at the prospect. “The man next door, who heard that I was about to arse fucked, thrust all 12 inches down my throat and ordered me to suck him even harder. I think he found the whole situation as perverse and enthralling as I did. I did not even protest at the bottom fucking like I have done in the past. I knew it was futile as I knew such men did what they wanted and had no regard for my feelings. I am merely a toy for their perverted pleasure. “As such, I relaxed my bottom as much as I could as Joe placed the massive head of his lubricated cock up against my delicate anus. Showing me no mercy, he then thrust 6 inches up my bowels. I cried out, sounds muffled by the black weapon that was thrusting in and out of my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes as he then thrust the remaining 6 inches up my poor bottom and in no time my married arse had accommodated another massive black cock. “He then started to vigorously fuck me and of course I came as a result. Many times. I think he also enjoyed it as he said that he had never felt such a tight arse before and that I was “going to rip his dick off” my arse was so tight. “I enjoyed being arse fucked and unfaithful with a man old enough to be my grand father. The fact that such a young girl could bring such pleasure to an old perverted man gave me a strange glow of achievement. “After about ten minutes of hard arse fucking, he started to howl that he was about to cum. The spanks on my bottom got harder and harder and as he roared out, I felt the warm sensation of spunk in my bottom. As he came, the man in my mouth also orgasmed, emitting copious amounts of spunk in my mouth which I dutifully swallowed. I came also. “This arse fucking and cock sucking was repeated once more, this time it was Sam who could not resist the charms of my married white arse. I was in no position to resist and dutifully spread my legs and presented my bottom to my Master. “Sam also seemed to thoroughly enjoy the charms of my married bottom. He was as rough and uncompromising as Joe had been but rather than spank my bottom as he fucked me, he roughly mauled my tits, commenting on how big and succulent they were. He also taunted me for being a married white slut who could not get enough black cock. This only turned me on even more and I came again and again. “Once Sam had finished fucking me in my arse, an event which had taken a good 15 minutes and which had left my arse feeling abused and sore, they informed me that the fucking had finished for the day and I was free to leave. However, looking at me, they said I was a filthy whore covered in all that spunk and could not leave like that. They must have been right since so many men had spunked over my face and tits I must have been covered with the stuff. I thought they were going to offer me a wet towel to wipe my self down. I could not have been more wrong. “They ordered me to kneel in the middle of the room, in front of the camera, and to place my hands behind my back and to stick my big tits out. The men then stood on either side of me and they then took their now limp dicks out of their pants, and pointed them at my face. I did not know they were doing but then they both unleashed a torrent of warm piss which sprayed all over my face and on to my tits. I screamed out, which meant some of it went into my mouth. “I could not believe it Father, not only had I allowed these men to fuck me in every hole, I was allowing them to urinate all over me. They were washing the spunk off with their piss and as they were doing so, they laughed at me and called me a filthy nigger loving whore. Oh Father…” And with that Jane, who had been constantly thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy, came. She had been waiting for this part of the story to cum since not only had she finished, it was also the most humiliating and degrading part, and as such the part which turned her on the most. There were similar feelings for Father Ambrose and Peter who also both orgasmed along with Jane. They too could not believe this new act of degradation that Jane had been forced to endure and both found her humiliation thoroughly arousing. For Peter, his loving wife and reached new depths and he did not know what he now was going to do. However Peter's dilemma would have to be put on hold for a little while yet for as Father Ambrose's spunk flew high up to the air and landed all over his cassock, Father Ambrose knew that the time had come for Jane to be experience some of the Holy Man's mighty cock. Jane was about to be unfaithful again and once more she would, unbeknown to her, be fucked in front of her husband, the one man she truly loved… To be continued...