A Bisexual Journey - Ashley Gives into Her DARK Desires

DARK Submission: A Bisexual Journey – Chapter 8 – Ashley Gives into Her DARK Desires

Ashley, still naked, sat up on the edge of the bed and I told her what had happened with Troy.

As expected, she was not only ok with it, but ecstatic. She said, all giddy, “So he expects you to do it again?”

“He called me his new cocksucker,” I answered, oddly not remotely humiliated by the words when talking to her.

“Fuck that is hot,” Ashley said, clearly drawn into my sexual submission.

“And I agreed to let him fuck my ass if we win tomorrow,” I added, wanting to impress my sexually deviant girlfriend.

“No way,” Ashley gasped, a devious smile on her face.

“Yep, next weekend,” I revealed, answering such a major decision so casually, the admitting my submission to her turning me on. I loved making her happy. “But I can’t say I am ready for that.”

“I can help,” Ashley offered.

“How?” I asked.

“We will save that for when we get back home,” she said, before asking, “Aren’t you curious how I ended up bound to your bed with toys in my cunt and ass?”

“Not really,” I shrugged, “I just assumed it was another present for me.”

“Well you sure took it as a present, fucker,” Ashley quipped, playfully hitting me. Such language from her always turning me on.

“So did you go to the DARK side too?” I asked, although I assumed I already knew the answer.

“Why yes, the pull was too strong to resist,” Ashley teased back.

“Rhianna?” I queried.

“She was relentless,” Ashley replied.

“And you fought with all your might,” I teased.

“Well….” She smiled.

“Tell me what happened,” I requested, dying to know what happened between her and Rhianna, I wanted every detail.

Ashley smiled and then recounted her seduction by Rhianna and how she ended up eagle-spread in my room.

So I thought I would surprise you by coming a day early. But when I got here you were nowhere to be found. I got a key for your room and was heading here when I bumped into Rhianna.

“Ashley, Coach said you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow,” Rhianna greeted me, still in her cheerleader’s outfit, and her sing-song voice.

“I wanted to surprise him,” I told her, as I checked her out slyly.

“That you will,” she answered, her tone ominous, as she added, checking out my outfit, which was classy but sexy, “I see you dress to tease.”

I blushed at her words, already feeling a dampness in my cunt.

“Or are you dressed to please,” she added, her voice shifting to flirtatious.

Being coy, I retorted back, “A little bit of both.”

“Delicious,” she smiled back.

I quipped, opening the door wide open for what was to follow, “So I have been told,”

A glimmer of knowing was in her eyes when she said, “Let me help you to coach’s room.”

She took my suitcase and led me to your room. Walking behind her, I couldn’t help but notice her legs and how they shined in her pantyhose.

“Key,” she requested, opening her hand.

I handed her the key already wondering if this was going to be more than just harmless flirting.

Once in your room, she sat the suitcase aside and said, “Were you a cheerleader in high school, Ashley?”

“No,” I admitted, “more of a nerd.”

“Really? That is very intriguing,” she replied.

“Why is that?” I asked her.

“Well, I have learned that the shy nerds at my school most often have the most ferocious sexual appetites,” she revealed.

I went red in the cheeks, remembering how insecure I was in high school and how I dreamed of sex constantly, but ended up becoming very close friends with my brush, until I found a dildo in sister’s closet one day.

“I can’t imagine you as shy or a nerd,” I interrupted.

“I came out of my shell in college,” Ashley shrugged. “Pledging a sorority was very interesting, but that is a story for another day.”

“Sorry, please continue,” I replied, although her sorority stories were definitely something I was going to inquire about at a later time.

Remembering how in high school many of my fantasies had been of the popular girls, the cheerleaders and so forth, I stammered, “I-I-is that so?”

“From my experience,” she shrugged. “They are also the most eager to please.”

“They are usually very determined,” I countered, playing along.

“That they are,” she smiled back, before adding, her tone firm, “Don’t go anywhere, I will be right back.”

I responded, saluting her, “Yes, ma’am,” my tone playful but also hinting at obedience.

“Ma’am, I like that,” she said, as she left me alone to think about what was in store. At the time, I wondered if you would be ok with it if I had sex with one of your students. I was confident you would be ok with me having sex with another girl based on our earlier conversations and you knew I had flirted with Rhianna, but flirting, fantasy and reality are often very different things.”

“That is what I thought too,” I admitted, the memories of sucking Troy’s cock flashing back into my head.

“Luckily, we are like two peas in a pod it seems, both submitting to black beauty at the same time,” Ashley said.

“I guess we did, didn’t we,” I realized.

“Yep it seems that while you were busy enjoying Troy‘s black cock, I was tasting his sister,” she said, her crudeness a turn on. The way she could look sweet and innocent one minute then hot and slutty the next was an amazing turn on.

“That makes it sound so bad,” I replied.

“We were both very bad,” she pointed out.

“True,” I agreed as she continued her story.

So she came back a few minutes later, enough time for the ups and downs of excitement versus fear to rise and fall a few times, excitement not surprisingly winning the brief internal battle.

“You’re still dressed,” Rhianna said as she closed the door, a duffle bag in her hand.

Feigning innocence, I responded, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Let’s quit this charade if propriety, Ashley. I know you want me,” she said, confidence oozing out of her, which only enhanced my eagerness to submit to her.

That said, I love playing the game, and I countered, “What makes you say that?”

“The hunger in your eyes last Sunday, the need in your voice when we spoke and the obvious reality that all white women crave sexual submission to black women, especially younger black women,” she answered, her black-white philosophy intriguing.

“That seems rather extreme,” I countered.

“Knees! Now!” she ordered, her tone form, authoritative.

The playfulness over, I suddenly realized my predicament. As you know my fantasy has been to submit to a black woman and I was now living the fantasy I had long yearned for. Yet crossing the line between fantasy and reality, especially considering she is your student, had me hesitating obeying her order, even as my body begged to give in, causing a gush of my cunt juice to leak into my panties.

As if sensing my trepidation, she pushed me further, somehow knowing exactly what I wanted, “Let’s not pretend anymore, Ashley. You are white and a natural submissive for black pussy. I am black and naturally a Domme for white cunt lickers like you, my pet, are destined to follow the natural order of the social sexual hierarchy.”

Her logic was bizarre and yet seemed completely logical as I got pulled into her web, my knees suddenly weak and struggling to hold me up, my panties soaked from the situation and my desire to cross the invisible line of her so-called social sexual hierarchy. She put her hands on my shoulders and when she pushed down my knees gave way and I felt myself dropping to the floor.

“Good girl,” Rhianna purred as she looked down at me.

I didn’t respond, even as my body warmed at her praise.

“Have you ever served a black Mistress before, my pet?” Rhianna asked, as she moved to the bed and sat on the edge.

The words ‘Mistress’ and ‘my pet’ both had my head clouding even more as I was drawn into her world of black and white. “No,” I admitted, as I without instruction crawled to her feet.

“No, what?” She questioned, as she lifted her foot up to me. I assumed I was supposed to take off her shoes, yet another subservient task. I, of course, didn’t hesitate in obeying her unspoken expectations.

As I untied her shoe, submerging deeper into submission, and trying to impress her as I became the willing submissive, I answered, with more detail and proper respect, “No, Mistress, I have never served an ebony goddess.”

“Ebony goddess, that is a new one,” she laughed softly, as I took off her first shoe. “The sock too,” she ordered.

I quickly pulled off the slouch sock she was wearing over her pantyhose and Rhianna changed feet putting her other foot in my hand. I took off her other shoe and sock then and waited for further instruction with a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation.

She put her pantyhose covered foot to my mouth and said, “Suck your Mistress’s toes.”

I have sucked my own toes through my nylons many times and I loved the feeling of it, but being the one doing it to another woman was very degrading, which not surprisingly triggered another leakage from my cunt. I was really thankful that I chose to wear panties.

I took her foot in my hands, the nylon surprisingly soft, and began massaging her foot, drawn to the feel. I mean I love the feel of silk nylons on my legs and I know the impact it has on you, but I had never felt another woman’s leg or foot in nylon. I was like a kid in a candy store as I became fascinated by her nylons.

“Do you have a nylon fetish, my pet?” She asked.

“Adam loves me wearing them and I love the way they make my legs look and feel,” I answered, as I continued rubbing her legs, moving my hand up her calf. “But I have never felt them on another woman.”

“Obviously you like the feel,” she quipped, as she lifted her toes to my mouth. “Now obey your ebony Mistress.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” I apologized, as I opened my mouth and took her pinky toe into my mouth. The taste was a mixture of sweat and nylon, not really pleasant, yet the submissiveness of it somehow turned me on.

“I have been in these pantyhose, socks and shoes all day,” she explained, pointing out to me how disgusting my act of submission really was, as I shifted to her second toe.

I continued the toe pleasure, sucking each toe into my mouth individually, each time another unpleasant taste filling my mouth.

Once the first foot was done, she offered me her other foot and I replicated the submissive act.

Finally done, she asked rather bluntly, “You have eaten cunt before?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, looking up, trying to get a glimpse between her slightly opened legs.

“Nigger, cunt?” She asked, even though she already knew the answer, the taboo word coming out of her mouth surprising me.

I answered, implying my hunger, “No, this will be my first time.”

“First time what?” She questioned, opening her legs slightly.

“This will be my first time licking nigger pussy,” I answered, the word ‘nigger’ still very awkward to say.

She opened her legs further and ordered, “Kiss every inch of me, slave.”

Another derogatory term, another attempt at distinguishing a clear hierarchy of power between her and me, and another gush of cunt juice left me. I used my hands to caress her nylon legs while I kissed gently every inch of her foot, ankle, calf, and thigh. Time stood still as I plastered her leg with butterfly kisses until I reached her cunt, much to my surprise a pantie-less cunt, her pussy lips framed perfectly by the silky sheer nylon.

“Like what you see, my pet?” Rhianna asked.

“God, yes,” I answered, salivating at the mouth.

“Funny, that’s what Eve said in church last Sunday,” Rhianna quipped back, before instructing, “The other leg too.”

I reluctantly moved away from her pussy, so close to me yet out of reach, her scent lingering like a magnet to my senses. I again replicated the attention to her other leg, kissing, licking and nibbling on every inch of her pantyhose clad leg. Finally back at her foot, she said, “Stand up, my pet.”

My knees a bit sore, I was thankful for the reprieve.

Once standing up, she ordered, “Get undressed.”

A simple order, especially since I already had crossed the line, and I am quite confident with my body, yet getting naked in front of her was a bit scary. Yet, I obeyed, unbuttoning my blouse first and then unzipping my skirt, revealing I was wearing thigh high stockings.

“Stockings, not pantyhose, you really are full of surprises, my pet,” she commented.

“I try,” I shrugged, now in only bra, panties, thigh highs and heels.

I began to take the thigh highs off but she said, “No, leave those on. But let’s get rid of the bra and panties.”

My hands trembled lightly as I unfastened my bra and allowed my breasts to be assessed by her.

“34b?” She asked.

“Good guess,” I nodded, impressed.

“I am a connoisseur of tits,” she shrugged, as she pulled her sweater over her head, her massive breasts barely held in check by her white sports bra. Seeing me stare bewildered at her voluptuous black breasts, she asked, “You like, don’t you slut!”

Another new derogatory name, another gush in my panties, as I answered, “No, I love.”

“Good girl,” she purred, as she pointed to my panties.

I slowly slid them down trying not to get my wetness on my legs, my panties sopping wet.

“Pass them here,” she ordered.

My face went redder, if possible, as I warned, “They are a bit wet.”

“Now!” She said, her tone so firm and unwavering.

I handed her my panties.

“Holy shit, your cunt leaks like Niagara Falls,” she said, before asking, “Is all this wetness because of me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I blushed.

“Do you want to see my tits?” She asked brazenly.

“Yes, please,” I eagerly replied, I imagined I looked like one of those cartoon characters where their tongues are outside their mouth salivating.

“Beg,” she ordered.

“Please Mistress, let your white slave see what real tits look like,” I answered, willing to use derogatory words in reference to myself.

Content with my answer, she took off her bra and allowed her breasts the freedom they were begging for. Her nipples were long and stiff, her areolas a dark sexy contrast to the rest of her breasts, which were stunningly firm. I was simply in awe, as if I was Indiana Jones and staring at the Holy Grail. I wanted to cup them in my hands, to squeeze them, to bury my face in them and yet I waited further instructions.

“Go ahead, my pet, feel what real tits feel like,” she offered, clearly a shot at my much smaller tits.

I didn’t hesitate, my mind went into auto pilot, as I moved to her and cupped her heavy, dark flesh in my hands. They were firm and yet moved with such ease as I lifted them up captivated like I had just got a new present.

“Suck them, big breast lover,” she ordered.

I leaned forward, her erect nipples hard like diamonds as I took her right one in my mouth.

“Mmmmm, that’s it white girl,” she purred, reminding me of the interracial piece in case I had forgot…of course I hadn’t.

I swirled my tongue around her nipple as I would the head of a cock, constantly teasing, before putting my lips firmly on her breast and sucking it as if I was a newborn.

“That’s it, slut, suck you’re Mistress`s tits,” Rhianna moaned, making a chill go up my spine knowing I was turning her on.

I moved to her other breast and replicated the slow tease before I moved my tongue between her massive tits and began slowly slithering down.

“Hungry for nigger pussy are we?” she asked teasingly.

“Famished,” I replied, reaching her pussy framed so perfectly in her silk pantyhose. Surprising her, I think, as I sucked her clit through the sheer nylon.

“Oh you dirty little slut,” she moaned, as I tasted her sweetness through the nylon, which was exponentially better than her toes earlier.

I continued sucking her clit until she moved her hands to her crotch and ripped an opening for easier access to her black perfection.

“Let’s give you some direct access my hungry little slut,” she purred, her fingers rubbing her pussy right before my eyes, opening her pussy lips for me.

I didn’t need to be told twice, as I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began licking directly from the source. I have eaten pussy before, many, many times before, but her taste was unlike anything I had ever tasted: sweet, tangy and exotic. I started slowly, enjoying her taste and scent as I explored her pussy with my tongue.

“That’s it cunt-licker, take your time getting accustomed to my cunt, you will be in this exact position many times after today,” she promised, which sent yet another gush of juice out of me and down my legs, as I imagined doing this in front of you.

“That I look forward to,” I responded, my cock again stiff and raring to go.

“So I see,” Ashley smiled, looking directly at my erect member. “Are you getting turned on hearing about me getting made into a lesbian submissive?” She smiled, as she reached for my cock.

“Is that bad?” I joked, as she began stroking me.

“No worse than how wet my cunt got pleasing her or how much it turned me on to hear you tell me how you became a cocksucker,” she smiled.

“But only for black cock,” I pointed out.

“And only for black cunt,” she countered. “So back to my story.”

I licked, probed, and sucked her cunt, not missing an inch of her pussy; addicted to her taste in moments and craving to receive the full gush of her cunt.

As I swirled my tongue around her clit, she moaned, “That’s it white bitch, worship your Mistress’s pussy.”

“You are my goddess,” I replied, playing on her words.

“And you my servant,” she replied, as she grabbed my hair and pulled me deeper into her oasis of wetness.

Taking that as a sign, I began a more aggressive approach on her cunt. I licked up and down, parting her cunt lips and getting directly to the source. Eventually, her breathing began to increase; I sucked her chit between my lips and was rewarded by her talking dirty to me. “Fuck yes, you dirty little nigger cunt eater, suck my clit.”

Sensing her orgasm was on the rise, and knowing how to find a g-spot, I slid two fingers easily into her wetness. After a few seconds of exploring, I found her g-spot and tapped on it continuously. As expected, her orgasm came like a tidal wave crashing onto shore, or more literally on my face, as she too is a flooder.

My face was coated with her cum, her taste stronger and enticing as I hungrily swallowed every trace of her cunt juice.

Her orgasm finally peaked, she then pushed my head away, “You really are an eager little cunt licker, aren’t you?”

My face shiny with her cunt juice, I answered, “For you, yes Mistress.”

“Get on the bed on your back, slut,” Rhianna ordered.

I obeyed, my pussy on fire, anticipating her returning the favour.

She pulled pantyhose from the bag she had brought and used them to tie my wrists to the bed. Then smirked, “I am going to help you add to your surprise for coach.”

I watched suddenly nervous at the helplessness I was feeling as she bound me.

She then did the same thing to my legs, binding my ankles as well.

Once bound, she pulled out the toys and asked, “I assume you let coach fuck that white ass of yours.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted, seeing the two toys and getting excited at the thought of bring double fucked by her.

“I wish I could give you the hard fucking you need, but I have a meeting with another white submissiveness slut, Coach Carter. Actually I am already late, so I am going to have to continue you’re slave training another day,” she explained as she turned on the vibrator and shoved it in my hot cunt.

“Aaaaah,” I moaned, the constant vibrations bringing instant pleasure.

She put some lube on the butt plug and rubbed the medium sized toy at my rosebud before pushing forward, my ass easily taking her toy. She laughed, “I guess I could have used the large plug, but Coach Carter has been wearing it all day.”

“Ooooooh myyyyy,” I whimpered both at the revelation about Coach Carter and the sensations of the vibrations inside me.

“Until next time,” she said, leaning in and kissing me. I eagerly opened my mouth and kissed her back.

Breaking the kiss, she promised, “Next time I will fuck you, my slut.”

“Yes, Mistress, I look forward to it,” I replied, the buzzing driving me nuts but not enough to get me off.

“Smile,” she said, her phone in her hands.

“Please no,” I begged, of course I couldn’t even attempt to cover up bring bound and all.

“Like you have a choice,” she laughed, snapping a picture.

Resigned to my fate, I smiled, praying that this picture would not be used against me one day.

“Don’t worry, slut. These are just for me,” she reassured me as she put her phone away. When she reached the door, she stopped and said, “I will come retrieve the toys another day.”

“Kkkkkk,” I moaned. Then she left and the two toys teased me relentlessly until you came in forty-five minutes later.

Her story done, Ashley took my cock into her mouth and bobbed back and forth furiously. “Good to know you still like cock,” I joked.

“Happy you like cock too,” she quipped back, as she pushed me into my back and straddled my cock.

As I filled her cunt, she moaned, “So now what?”

“You ride me,” I answered, as I watched her small but firm tits bounce as she did exactly that.

“No, you shit. What about Troy and Rhianna?” She asked, as she slid her cunt up and down on my cock.

“It is out of our control,” I answered, before adding, “I told Troy that you would be ok with me with another guy and I would be ok with you and another girl, but….”

“But not me with a guy or you with a girl,” she finished for me.

“Exactly,” I nodded.

“Good, we are on the same wave length. You are all the man I need, baby.”

“And you are everything I need in a woman,” I replied.

She leaned down and kissed me passionately, my cock deep in her.

“I love you,” she said, looking into my eyes.

“I love you too,” I replied.

“I can’t believe how fucked up we are,” she smiled playfully as she moved back down and continued riding my cock.

I shrugged, “I was normal before I met you.”

“I know, it took a while to fix you,” she smirked.

“I didn’t know I was broken,” I joked back.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she demanded, as she got off and onto her hands and knees.

Moving behind her, I positioned my cock at her back door and slid it in.

“You dirty fucker,” she moaned as my cock disappeared into her ass.

“I am what you made me,” I chuckled, as I began pumping my cock in and out of her tight ass.

“Touché,” she half laughed, half moaned, as I slammed into her ass for a long, passionate fuck session.

The next evening, we won the championship game, rather handily 88-69, with Troy scoring 39 points and being named tournament MVP.

We celebrated as a team on the long bus ride home, Troy giving no hints to the power he had over me.

Once we arrived home, just after midnight, all of us exhausted, but still glowing in the aftermath of our school’s first state basketball championship. Troy, once most of the players had left to other parties, shook my hand and said firmly, “I guess you owe me something, Coach.”

“I guess I do?” I answered, not backing away from my earlier commitment.

“Next Saturday evening, the parents are gone to the lake and I have the house all to myself,” he said.

“What about Jamal and DeDreana,” I asked.

“They will be going with them,” Troy confirmed.

“And Rhianna?” I asked.

“Oh, she will be there too, as will her new pet,” Troy added, confirming he knew of Ashley’s submission to his sister. “I understand she wants to watch.”

“Yes, she does,” I admitted, realizing that Ashley would get to watch me submit to black cock soon.

“Well, you should always give your girl what she wants, shouldn’t you?” Troy asked.

“I suppose I should,” I agreed, my head spinning with the thought of Ashley seeing me be used by Troy.

“By the way, if I were you I would prepare that white ass for me,” Troy said smugly, “I am told I can really be an ass-full.”

“I imagine you will be, especially in my virgin ass,” I said, whispering the last few words, even though no one else was close to hear. I suddenly needed him to understand I was ready and willing for him to use me again and again.

“You want my cock right now, don’t you, Cocksucker?” He asked, sensing my hunger.

My face went red as I realized the moment he asked me that I indeed did. “I wouldn’t resist if you ordered your cocksucker to please you.”

“Let’s go to your office,” he ordered.

“Meet you there in five,” I agreed, glancing at the bus driver who was waiting for me to do a final bus check. “I need to finish with the bus bullshit.”

“Don’t be late, Cocksucker,” Troy ordered. “I need a quick blow and go, I am pretty tired.”

“Five minutes, max,” I said, my mouth watering, eager to be filled by his cock again.

Five minutes later, I was on my knees, in my office, as Troy unleashed his sleeping giant for me.

It was completely flaccid, but still it was huge; the thought that it would one day soon be in my ass was surreal, although not as much as realizing that the thought of getting ass fucked was turning me on. I took it in my mouth, wanting to feel it grow inside me. I bobbed slowly, coaxing him to arousal. At first, his cock was soft and slightly squishy, a strange but true descriptor, but as I sucked his cock it became harder and harder, until it was eventually stiff as steel in my mouth.

My own cock was equally hard, as I began bobbing back and forth on his. Troy was silent for a long time as I sucked his black missile until he said, “Take it all Coach, a good cocksucker can deep throat.”

I had a solid eight inches going in and out of my mouth, an unbelievable amount considering my lack of experience, but had not tried to go further. It was alarming how much I wanted to be a good cocksucker for my student; it was all I could think of as I took more of his stiff meat in my mouth.

“That’s it Coach; you’re a welcome addition to my cocksucker harem,” he groaned, as a ninth inch filled my mouth.

The thought of being just one of many of his cocksuckers annoyed me, I wanted every load of his cum, having already become addicted to serving him. Wanting to be the best of his cocksuckers, I continued taking more of his beautiful rod until my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

“Shit Coach, you are one obedient, eager cocksucking bitch. You sure you haven’t done this before?” He taunted me, as I fit all of his cock in my mouth. He laughed, “You don’t have to answer that.”

Happy to have achieved the impossible, I went to work on his cock, bobbing back and forth like a hungry slut. I craved his cum, I craved his approval, I craved his cock.

A couple of minutes of deep throating and I heard the magical words I had been dying to hear. “Here it comes, slut,” he grunted, as his cum was sprayed down my throat. I swallowed the first spray, but did my best to catch the rest in my mouth. I wanted to savour it, to feel its texture.

Once done, he pulled out and said, “Tomorrow at church. Left wing bathroom at 10:30.”

I nodded, even as fear filled my mind, my mouth still full of his cum.

“Is my cum still in your mouth?” He asked, surprised.

I again nodded, the texture like heavy yogurt, but salty. I swished it in my mouth as if it was fine wine.

“Coach you are the gayest straight cocksucker I know,” he laughed, pulling his pants up.

“Only for you,” I said, my mouth still full of cum.

“Well, I always have a load to shoot Coach,” he smiled as he began to leave. “Again, I highly recommend you prep your ass for me.”

“Yes, Master,” I agreed, finally swallowing the last of his addictive seed.

As I got off my knees, my phone vibrated. I checked the message. It was Ashley. ‘Get your ass home, Cocksucker.’

I chuckled at her gall to call me cocksucker even as Troy’s aftertaste lingered in my mouth.

I replied: ‘On my way, rug-muncher.’

That night, I fucked Ashley hard, coming in her cunt after plugging her ass for awhile. Ashley told me that she too was supposed to meet Rhianna in the bathroom at church at 10:30.

It was obvious…this was only the beginning.

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