"I don't suck dick. Not for my husband, and certainly not for the likes of you."
The buxom preacher's wife declared her refusal calmly, looking up past the uncircumcised cock and slim hips, muscled abdomen, and tattooed chest of her captor. He was a white man in his late twenties, lean with a shaven skull and a goatee.
He looked a bit like the protagonist in a biker movie, with prison tats and a hard cold gleam in his blue eyes she mused, especially wearing only jeans with his chest bare. She'd only just knocked on the door to his remote cabin a minute ago, only to have him emerge half dressed and, as soon as he saw she was alone, unzipped and exposing his considerable self to her shocked eyes.
"You do now." the man replied, equally calm, but quietly insistent, cock thrusting from the folds of his boxers and open fly inches from her face.
He smiled openly, relishing her fear and stubbornness, and popped the button holding up his jeans, shucking his pants and underwear down to his ankles and stepping clear of the tangled clothing with the easy grace of an athlete.
He gazed down at the older black woman, taking in her lush curves, her full breasts stretching her starched white dress shirt, making beguiling gaps as she leaned backwards on her knees, as if to get away from the stiff phallus he was now openly stroking. He pulled his sheath back, encouraging the mushroom head to poke through the surrounding skin and swell larger and wider, flushing red from the blood pulsing through his shaft and growing yet thicker and longer as she watched in horror, transfixed like a bird hypnotized by a large snake.
She realised he must be mesmerised himself by their shared tableau, a black woman kneeling at the feet of a white man, his hard cock demanding her attention and service, just like in the days of slavery. She felt horrified and helpless at reenacting such a demeaning pose, but something else, a beat of heat and excitement held her in place, prevented her from rising to her feet.
She noticed the slit in the end of his thing pulse, a thin stream of clear pre cum gleaming in the sunlight. His cock head grew, the stroking fingers, thickly veined shaft, and lightly furred testicles occupying her whole vision as the man stepped forward, his organ now only inches away.
How had this gone so wrong so quickly, Makayla wondered? How did she, a faithful married woman, the wife of a pastor, find herself kneeling before this thug, forced to gaze at his hard cock, her stomach churning as she realised she would soon be forced to do far more than merely look at this white man's ruddy penis.
He would exploit her submissive nature and force her to do terrible things she knew, and she'd let him. It was how she had been raised, in her own strict church, the edict that woman must serve man, be his handmaiden, or, she mused ruefully, his cock sucking slave.
If only her shame and horror were not superseded by a desire to worship the flesh before her, to allow this white ex-con to force her to submit to his twisted lust, to obey, no matter what the demand. She shuddered, desperately trying to find the will to stand as her panties became sodden, and her trembling hand replaced Tyler's in stroking his rod, pulling back the encasing skin to let the expanding head flare.
She tentatively, shyly, parted her wide lips and stuck out the tip of her tongue, brushing the liquid drooling from the slit in his helmet. It tasted sweet, and she lapped again, and then again, looking upward in terror and fascination, waiting to see what he would want next.
She had agreed, at her husband's urging, to counsel this young man who had only joined their church several weeks earlier. Tyler was fresh out of prison, where he had accepted Jesus under her husband's guidance while doing five years for robbery.
Her husband Thelonious made a point of visiting the convicts in the state penitentiary just outside south of town. He was an older man, and they had only married a few years before moving out to this small town scant months ago so he could to take up residence as a prison chaplain and local pastor.
Since then Makayla had had so little to do her husband had encouraged her to visit parishioners to keep busy. So far that had been boring afternoons spent sipping tea with old folks, but today Thelonious had told her to visit Tyler, newly released with prison on a local jobs program and living at the edge of town not far from where he'd done his time. Indeed both her husband's ministry and many of the town residents depended on the prison for jobs, both as guards and for the cheap labor local slaughterhouses and farms needed, knowing the convicts were desperate for work to fulfil job requirements while on parole.
This far out of town, on the porch of the small shack where Tyler lived, no one would hear her scream or protest. Or so she told herself, as Tyler leaned forward and rubbed his meaty cock on her across her face, leaving a shiny streak behind. He pulled back on his foreskin and aimed the ample head of his cock between her pressed lips and pushed, his hands snaking behind her head, pressing her face into his hard rod.
Her eyes bulged in shock as he forced her lips open making her complete what she had started, serving him with her mouth. Wet, slurping sounds replaced the sermon she longed to deliver, and his strong hands held her in place, making her take more and more of his ample cock into her mouth. He began to move back and forth, sawing in and out of her mouth, fucking her face.
Marlena gasped, tightening her lips to increase the friction he would feel sliding in and out of her mouth. She choked and drooled, stretching her jaw wider as his cock head and the first inch of his shaft filled her mouth and pushed against the back of her throat, gagging her. She frantically rubbed her tongue against the bottom of his wide shaft, her full lips thinning as they stretched around his girth, desperate to both please him and breathe.
"Ahh..."
Marlena heard him sigh with contentment as he held himself still, enjoying her tongue's caresses against the sensitive underside of his cock, right where its mushroom head joined the swelling shaft. She gazed up at him plaintively, her large brown eyes pleading for him to stop.
