“Just fuck me,” she sidestepped; but instead, I stopped moving while I was buried deep inside her.
“Answer the question,” I ordered.
“Yes, a few.”
“So you’re a Mistress to various married women, and a submissive slut to a few men?”
“Just to a couple of men with big, fat cocks, but your father only rarely these days,” she said, looking back at me with a mischievous smile, that told me she was enjoying sharing these revelations, sexually biblical as they were, “Otherwise I stick to women, and not only married ones.”
“I see,” I said, enjoying this new intel. I bucked my hips into her five times.
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned a little louder than she wanted to. “Fuck me Kevin, fuck the shit out of me!”
“First,” I said, knowing I had her right where I wanted her… where she’d answer pretty much any question I asked her. “Tell me who else at church munches on your pussy,” I ordered.
“Kevin that’s as private as it gets, and if any of it got out…” she denied me, sounding more than a little concerned.
“I’ve kept your secret perfectly,” I pointed out. My Mom is the only person on the planet who knows, and not only is she one of your pets, but you already knew I’m banging her. The only other person is Tamara when she finds out tonight, but I’m pretty sure you two already share lots of secrets.”
“True, true, but your fat dick is deep inside me right now, and we’re in my husband’s office during a church service,” she pointed out.
“Touche,” I laughed. “But the door is locked, and there aren’t any windows. So I still want those names.”
“Please, no,” she whined. Five more hard deep thrusts, and I sensed I was pushing her to the brink. The power of a big fat cock was incredibly persuasive, especially when a woman was getting close to an orgasm.
“Tell me, slut,” I demanded.
“One of them is Mrs. Baker,” she blurted out. “Now fuck me!”
I resumed fucking her as I processed Mrs. Baker. She was the choir mistress. At least eighty years old, black, quite large, and a great-great grandmother. She was also the sweetest woman I’d ever met… a grandmotherly figure to everyone at church and around the community.
A few strokes later I asked, thinking she must be holding onto some other sexy surprises, “Who else?”
“Ms. Webber,” she revealed, as her moans increased.
This was the librarian at the town library. Cute, nerdy, white, and someone I’d chatted with many times, since I spent a reasonable amount of time at the library. Likely thirty years old or so, and I’d be lying if I denied having jerked off on more than one occasion while picturing her naked.
“Another one,” I demanded.
“Evelyn,” she revealed.
“Evelyn Polanski?” I asked, a high school classmate of mine.
“Yes, she’s my most recent acquisition,” Mrs. Grady elaborated. I felt my balls boiling, since although we didn’t know each other very well, she too had been one of my stroke fantasies. She’d moved here from Russia a couple years ago, and her accent was sexy as fuck. She was a year older than I was, since they’d put her a grade behind her age group when she arrived, to give her some time to work on her English.
“Her mom too?” I asked.
“She only lives with her father and uncle,” she answered. “Now please fuck me harder! I’m so close!”
“Just one more, and I’ll let you come. And I’ll even deposit a load deep in your slut cunt,” I offered generously.
“Fine, you’ll particularly like this next one.”
“Tell me,” I said, stopping again deep in her.
“Mrs. Walker,” she revealed, knowing this was someone I knew, since Mrs. Grady was the one who’d suggested I tutor her son Ben a while ago… before I’d learned about my big fat cock syndrome.
“No way,” I said. “I’m tutoring Ben in a couple hours.”
“Well, since her divorce, she’s been a regular between my legs, or taking my strap-on into her needy pussy,” she said, arming me with all the ammunition I’d need to add this hot MILF to my growing stable of submissive sluts. “She’s super submissive, you know.”
“Nice,” I said, tactics percolating in my head as I resumed fucking her, this time full tilt, and with full intent for both of us to come. “Just like you are.”
“In my case, only for big, fat dick,” she moaned, her orgasm clearly imminent.
I didn’t respond verbally, but I kept pounding away, getting ready to unload deep in her pussy, my hands firmly on her hips, while she gripped the far end of the desk.
“Oh yes, Kevin, fuck me, fuck me with that big fat white cock,” she moaned.
Hearing her mention my white cock, I asked, “Do you enjoy being my ebony slut?”
“Yes! Plus your black bitch, your church whore, and even your nigger cum rag,” she responded wickedly, ‘cum rag’ a term I’d never imagined coming out of a black woman’s mouth… except in some shitty rap song.
“Fuck,” I grunted, her wicked tongue, her nasty use of the ‘N’ word, and her moans, were sufficient to make me explode inside her pussy.
“Yes!” she moaned loudly, “fill me with your big load,” as I did just that. And with a few more deep thrusts, a few more ropes of cum deposited deep in her pussy, and she came too, crying out, “I’m coming!”
I didn’t slow down throughout her orgasm, being a gentleman, and allowed her to enjoy her full flood of cum… the intense rapture that only my big cock could give her.
“Oh fuck, Kevin,” she said weakly a minute after her climax, although she was still clearly enjoying the afterquakes of her euphoria.
“I’ll be fucking this pussy regularly,” I assured her as I slowed down.
“You’d better,” she said. I pulled out, I then reached down and pulled up her panties and pantyhose as she stood.
I spun her around and kissed her. This time she kissed me back without hesitation.
When I broke away, I rubbed her pussy through the two layers and said, “Something to keep reminding you about me during the rest of the sermon.”
“I’ll be leaking throughout the rest of the service,” she said.
“I bet you will,” I laughed.
I’d better clean this up before you go,” she said, dropping to her knees and taking my cock into her mouth and cleansing our excessive wetness from it.
I watched, still amazed at the pure power of my big, white cock. No way could I score with a woman like Mrs. Grady without it. Although I was chubby, average looking at best, and somewhat of a nerd… because of the big, fat cock the Lord had blessed me with, constant portals were opening for me. I looked upwards and whispered, “Thank you, God.”
She sucked me for a minute until I warned, “If you keep that up, we’ll be here for quite a while longer.”
A couple more sucks before she allowed my cock to slide out of her mouth and said, “Tempting.”
“Like a bright red apple,” I smiled.
“In that case, I’m your slutty Eve,” she said, as I put my dick away.
“I wonder if Eve was a black woman,” I speculated.
“Probably of the Arabian variety, since most biblical scholars place the Garden of Eden near both the Tigris and Euphrates rivers in modern day Iraq,” she replied with a chuckle.
“I’ll be coming over around seven; just don’t let Tamara know you’re my slut,” I said. “Not yet anyway; we can let her in on that little secret once the evening starts heating up.”
“All right,” she agreed.
“So… are all those women you mentioned into dick as well?” I asked.