DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journeybysilkstockingslover©
He laughed quipping, "I think I've created a cocksucking monster."
Realizing how ridiculous I must have looked, I allowed his cock to slide out of my mouth, his stickiness everywhere on my face.
"You are not allowed to wash your face until you get home," he instructed, as my eyes went wide.
"But you can use your fingers to get most of it," he added.
Permission granted, I began scooping his cum from my face and putting it in my mouth like a cheap whore. The act was so submissive, so wrong, yet felt so right and I wanted more... I was truly frightened by my insatiable hunger for his cock, and his cum.
As he got off the toilet and quickly pulled up his pants, he said, "See you in class...Coach."
He opened the stall door and left it open as he walked out of the bathroom. I continued getting his addictive white stuff off my face and into my mouth, the taste so much less satisfying this way then directly from the source. Finally, all the big gobs retrieved, I went to the mirror and looked at my face. I scooped up a smaller gob under my eye and two tiny specs on my forehead, but otherwise no one could tell I had just received a facial of cum. That said, my face was red and if someone looked close enough the sticky residue may be noticed. I sighed and didn't leave the bathroom until another man entered a couple of minutes later.
I avoided eye contact with anyone and returned to my seat in the pews, shame suddenly cascading through me at both the reality of how badly I had just sinned, where I had just sinned, and with whom I had sinned. I felt overwhelmed with the unnerving feeling that everybody in the congregation could see cum all over my face, even though they couldn't.
I was surprised Ashley wasn't back yet as I glanced over at Troy who looked over and smiled at me.
A couple of minutes later, just as the sermon was ending, Ashley returned sitting down beside me, her face ruby red and a clear shine, obviously pussy juice, on her face. It wasn't obvious to anyone who didn't know what she had just been doing, but it was obvious to me.
She took my hand and squeezed it hard, a rare display of her insecurity. I squeezed it back twice and whispered in her ear, "It isn't obvious."
She looked at me and her mouth dropped open. She whispered back, "You have something white on your collar."
"Oh God," I gasped, realizing I had been so preoccupied with my face I never looked for any droppings elsewhere.
Slyly, she moved her hand to the incriminating evidence and scooped it up with her finger. I expected her to move it to her mouth, I don't know why, but instead she moved her hand underneath the pew seats.
She took my hand again, a smile on her face that allowed me to relax too. We were both completely out of our elements of control and yet were both getting off on the submission as well as the threat of being caught.
I was barely listening when the minister said my name. Looking up with a deer in headlights look, I stared at the minister.
He repeated, "Come on up here, Adam Carter and you too Troy Brown."
I looked at Ashley in panic mode, but she just nodded slightly, implying I looked respectable and not coated in teenage cum, before I stood up and walked to the front of the congregation.
I watched Troy walk smugly towards Minister Rose and me.
I was on one side, Troy on the other as Minister Rose said all excited, "And we couldn't finish the service today without taking a moment to recognize Adam and Troy who returned home last night with our first state championships in boys' basketball ever."
The large congregation clapped rambunctiously.
"Coach would you like to say a few words?" Minister Rose asked. I had long learned that this question was rhetorical. I was to speak and be sure to give God credit for our good fortune.
Every pair of eyes in the church were staring at me causing a rush of anxiety at the reality that my face was still sticky with Troy's cum. Was my discomfort obvious? Could they see through my athletic exterior and see the true submissive me? Could they see the cum still on my face? The fear of being caught was way more stressful now than when I was in the bathroom being face-fucked by Troy. I felt completely naked in front of the congregation, all my sins on display. I took a deep breath, took the microphone and said, "Sometimes all the stars line up perfectly, and for this team that happened. Through hard work, determination and the grace of God, we were able to bring the championship here."
"Amen," Minister Rose bellowed out.
A chorus of "Amen" echoed through the church in response.
I saw Eve, with her mother, and couldn't help but smirk at the reality that they, like me, were cocksucker's for Troy's cock.
"And what about you, my son?" The minister asked Troy.
"Well, Coach was an inspirational leader for the team and found a way to make our diverse group into one team. But his dedication and unwavering loyalty and willingness to go that extra mile for us was what took us over the top," Troy answered, before adding, "Of course, Coach also led through worship."
My face went red and I glanced at Ashley who couldn't help but smile at the true intent of his words.
"Any last words, Coach," Minister Rose asked.
I don't know why I said it, but the words came out of my mouth anyway, "Well it was definitely a LONG, HARD journey and I came to learn lots about myself and the power of being on my KNEES and worshipping the great wonder of God."
"Hallelujah," Minister Rose said, and the whole congregation followed. I glanced again at Ashley who was barely holding in her laughter at the irony of what the congregation was really celebrating.
Once the service was done, "I ended up face to face with Troy's dad, Mr. Brown. He began, "Way to go, Coach."
"Thanks," I said, assuming he meant yesterday's state victory and not deep-throating his son's cock, which was, in my opinion, just as impressive as winning the championship.
"We are all very impressed with how you managed the team and got the most out of them," Troy's dad said.
"It was great working with your son," I replied. "He has really come into his own."
"We would love to have you over one day this week," Mr. Brown surprised me.
I stammered, fearful of being at their house with Troy, and with Rhianna, causing me anxiety, "U-u-um, sure." I didn't want to agree, but what was I going to say, 'Sorry, I don't want to because I am scared you will find out that I am just one of your son's personal cocksuckers and my girlfriend is your daughter's submissive as well?'
Mrs. Brown then corrected him, "It will have to be the week after, we're heading to the cabin on Wednesday."
Mr. Brown nodded, "Right. Ok, the week after. How about Tuesday? Do we have anything going on next Tuesday?" He looked at his wife.
She checked her phone. "No, we're free."
"Not anymore," Mr. Brown said, "We will make it a team celebration. Coach please invite the rest of your coaches and Troy will make sure the team all knows."
"Sure," I agreed, suddenly relived as I assumed I was pretty safe with that many people there.
Ashley squeezed my hand as we said our goodbyes and after a few more congratulatory words from other members of the church, we returned to the car where Ashley burst out laughing. "Long and hard?" She asked.
"Well it was," I replied smiling.
"I need something long and hard too," she smiled back, before adding, "Home, James."
My cock hard, I drove as fast as possible while generally following the laws of the road.
Once at her place, we devoured each other. She pushed me against the wall and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I returned with my tongue to join hers as we explored every inch of each other's mouths while she unbuttoned my shirt and I just allowed my hands to roam.
Breaking the kiss, her urgency was apparent, as she fell to her knees and fished my cock out from my trousers. "Tell me about your trip to the bathroom," she said, before taking my cock in her mouth.
As she hungrily bobbed back and forth, I retold the story of being face-fucked in the bathroom and the facial I received. She moaned a couple of times, clearly turned on by my submission to black cock, as she deep-throated me.
"I'm getting close," I warned, always the gentleman.
Her hand went to my ass and I wasn't surprised when her finger penetrated me, although this time she pumped her finger in and out, instantly triggering an orgasm as I shot my cum down Ashley's throat. I pondered what it would feel like to have a real cock in my ass; the erotic sensation of her finger fucking my ass was thrilling, would Troy's thick cock be even more pleasurable? Yet, the idea of Troy's mammoth snake still scared the shit out of me (pun intended).
Getting off her knees, she grabbed my hand, led me to her bedroom, a place we seldom ever actually fucked, and lifted up her skirt and offered me her perfect pussy pie. "Do you want to hear about my bathroom adventure?"
"Is your pussy perfect?" I asked as an answer.
"Why yes it is," she smiled, falling onto her bed as her hand slowly rubbed her engorged clit. "Can you lick and listen?"
"I am not much of a multi-tasker, but this is one I think I can handle," I smiled, as I crawled between her legs and began licking her already very wet pussy.
"So when I got to the bathroom there was a sign that said closed for cleaning which relaxed me a bit as the fear of getting caught, usually a turn-on, wasn't as exciting while at church. Yet, I couldn't deny obeying Rhianna's order had my cunt wet and there was no way I wasn't going to meet her in the bathroom sign or no sign. Anyway, I got in the bathroom, and Rhianna was there, sitting on the counter.
"Hi, slut," Rhianna smiled.
"Hi, Mistress," I replied.
"Hungry?" She asked, opening her legs.
"Famished," I answered, walking to her.
"This unfortunately, needs to be a dine and go," Rhianna smiled, adding, "Otherwise mom will come looking for me."
"Understood," I nodded, as I dropped to me knees, not even thinking about getting caught my hunger to taste her overriding any fear, I went between her legs and directly to her cunt.
As I licked, she moaned, "You are such an eager white girl."
I took her clit in my mouth in response.
I licked, probed and sucked her cunt, desperate to make her cum, to taste her fountain of juice again. "Shit, slut, you have a wicked little tongue."
I smiled at the compliment all the while continuing to lick.
A minute later, she moaned "Are you ready to be baptized as a nigger pussy slave?"
The words so nasty and so hot, I mumbled, "God, yes" my pussy leaking at the thought of being her slave.
Knowing she was close, I sucked on her swollen clit even as I swirled my tongue around it. Her legs stiffened, she grabbed my head and my face was flooded with my sexual submission baptism. I eagerly lapped her cum as if it was holy water.
Once her orgasm subsided, she asked, letting go of my head, "Does my slut accept the terms of her white slave baptism?"
I looked up, eager to agree, yet worried at the full breadth of such an admission. I stammered slightly, "W-w-what does it entail?"
She smiled down at me and answered, "Complete obedience to all black women."
"All?" I asked, wanting this to remain a secret.
"Yes, through your baptism you accept that you are a white slave to all black pussy, no matter how young or old?" She reiterated, before adding, "Of legal age of course."
"Oh," I said, my trepidation obvious.
"Don't worry, nigger lover," she smiled, "I won't be sharing you with every black girl in town, you just have to accept that you crave submission to black cunt and you can't resist, like all white women, the chance to serve and obey black women."
When she put it that way it just made sense, as absurd as that is to say, and I agreed, "I accept by baptism to be a slave to all black Mistresses."
"Unconditionally?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.
"Without hesitation," I agreed.
"Good girl," she purred, before adding, "Now crawl to the last stall. It is time to test your vow."
My face went red and my eyes big as my body trembled with insecurity.
"Go now, my slut," she ordered, firmly.
"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, getting onto all fours as I began crawling to the stall noticing there was someone sitting on the toilet seat.
I paused briefly, the reality of my predicament becoming crystal clear, before I crossed yet another invisible line and entered the stall.
"Slave Ashley meet my aunt, Big Rosie from Boston," Rhianna introduced.
My face burned as I looked at a large black woman, sitting on the toilet, her legs already spread wide.
She smiled, "Well hello, nigger lover, come in here, and get your treat slut."
If a redder shade was possible, I went it, as I obeyed this complete stranger's order and crawled between her legs, her scent the strongest of any pussy I have ever tasted. Yet, it drew me in, the musky sweetness short circuiting my brain and turning me into the pleasure slave I`ve become.
Rhianna called out, "I am told Aunt Rosie has the best tasting cunt of any women."
My tongue extended, I got my first taste of the large woman's pussy and it was like drinking the Champagne of champions. The taste was indescribable; tangy and sweet, I was in awe of her perfection. No longer caring about anything other than bathing in the pure sexual submission, intoxicating scent and addictive taste, I began licking like a woman who has finally found her true calling.
Rosie laughed, "You like my nectar, white girl?"
I replied, so drawn in by her scent, her taste, "I never want to leave from this position."
Her laugh echoed around me, loud and rambunctious, "You really got a live one this time, Rhianna."
"I know, she is a great addition to my harem of white slaves," Rhianna said, nervous at being just another notch on the wall. I don't like competition, unless I win of course, thus I wanted to be her best slave, her first choice to please her.
"She is very eager," Big Rosie moaned, my tongue beginning to have an impact on her.
"That she is," Rhianna concurred, her voice louder now, assumedly right behind me watching me eat her aunt's cunt.
"I may have to bring her to Boston for a weekend and bring her to Le Chateau Club," Rosie said, talking about me as if I wasn't there.
"Not unless you take me like you promised," Rhianna countered.
"Well, why don't you have your new slut prove her worth by driving you up to see your auntie for a weekend?" Big Rosie suggested.
Rhianna sounding suddenly like the eighteen year old she was and not the sophisticated Domme seductress replied all giddy, "Really Aunt Rosie, are you serious?"
"You're eighteen, legally an adult, so it is time you saw how lesbians really play," Big Rosie said, simultaneously putting her hand through my hair, the intimate act turning me on even more.
"When?" Rhianna asked.
"How about as soon as school is done? It can be your graduation present from me. A shopping excursion in the day, a nice supper and then a night cap at Le Chateau Club," Rosie offered.
"You are the best aunt ever," Rhianna giggled, bumping into my shoulder as she gave her aunt a hug.
"So true," Big Rosie agreed. "Now get back to the service before your mother comes looking for you."
Rhianna agreed, "Good call, I have been gone longer than planned."
I felt a slap on my ass as Rhianna said, "You and I are going on a road trip my pet."
The idea had my cunt gushing and my head spinning, the thought I could eat from this delicacy again making my decision a no brainer. "I can't wait, Mistress."
"I bet you can't," Rhianna replied, lifting up my skirt and sliding two fingers inside my wanton cunt. "Shit slut, you are soaked."
I moaned into Rosie's cunt as my orgasm began building instantly.
Unfortunately, she pulled out just as quickly and said, "White girls don't come during worship."
"Of course," I agreed, disappointed.
"And don't you dare wash your face after you finish servicing Aunt Rosie," Rhianna ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," I again agreed without hesitation, even though the consequence was potentially quite alarming.
"Get back to worshipping what you really idolize, white girl," Big Rosie demanded, pulling my head deeper into her wetness.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, realizing I just called Big Rosie Mistress.
"Mistress, am I?" She questioned. "I like that. You understand your place don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," I agreed without hesitation. I continued licking her cunt until I felt her hand on the back of my head and seconds later I was coated with a second gush of cum. If Rhianna's cum was delicious, Big Rosie's was the cum of the gods, which seemed appropriate since we were in church.
I lapped up all her pussy cum, never wanting the Champaign of pussy perfection to stop leaking out of her cunt. Sadly, all good things come to an end and Rosie pushed me away. "You are insatiable," Big Rosie smiled down at me.
"For black pussy, I am," I agreed, looking up at her, my face feeling sticky with her and Rhianna's cum.
Rosie stood up and said, "You may want to wash your face, you look like you've just been well-fucked."
"I wish," I quipped, my pussy dying to get the attention it craved.
"I bet you do," Rosie smirked, walking past me and out of the washroom.
Dazed slightly, realizing I was alone in a bathroom on my knees, I got up, stretched my legs, and went to the sink. My face had an undeniable glen from the abundance of cum that coated my face. I pulled my phone out and took a picture of my face for you before cleaning up to hide my secret submission to the congregation.
I was about to wash my face when I recalled Rhianna's earlier order not to and instead just tried to wipe away the glean.
The whole time she told the story, I licked her slowly, my cock growing rock hard as I listened to her naughty submission.
Her story done, she put her hands in my hair and drew me deeper into her, the wordless gesture telling me it was time to get her off. I began flicking her clit, causing quick convulsions to her body.
"Faster, baby, I need to come so fucking bad," she moaned, her desperation clear in her tone.
Copying her naughty move she had been doing to me, I licked faster and slid a finger into her ass.
"You fucker," she moaned. "Finger my cunt too, baby. Finger-fuck both my slut holes you bastard."
Hearing such derogatory words from her turned me on and I sucked her clit between my lips and began shaking my head back and forth, as I pumped a finger in and out of her cunt and another in her ass.
Her orgasm shook the bed as she screamed, "Oh God, oh, oh, fuuuuuuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck."
Her legs wrapped around my head as her cunt trembled on my face, her cum flowed out and into my open mouth.
Eventually, she let go and just lay there weak and exhausted, her face aglow with the aftermath of euphoria.
I crawled out from between her legs and looked into her eyes. "We're getting ourselves in pretty deep."
"Speaking of deep, get that big cock of yours in me," she smiled, ignoring the discussion of our obvious situation.
Quoting Big Rosie, whom I didn't meet, although I did recall seeing a large black woman sitting with the Browns, "You are insatiable."