“Fuck, no, Trevor, no coach, fine, I am yours, now let him fuck me,” Anna pleaded.
“I need convincing. Now crawl over here and eat my pussy,” taking off my track pants.
Anna sighed, but got on her knees and crawled over, ” I have never done this before.”
“Don’t worry, practice makes perfect. By the time I am done with you, you will be a great pussy pleaser,” I said, confidently.
“Done with me?” Anna said scared.
“Yes. You will be eating pussy every day. Mine, my friends,” I explained.
“I…” Anna began.
“Don’t you understand, there is no middle ground. Either you walk out of this office right now and lose your scholarship, or you submit to being my personal slave. The choice is entirely yours,” I explained. Anna looked at me confused and bewildered.
“Now, beg to eat my pussy,” I said, getting tired of the game.
“Coach, can I eat your pussy,” Anna said dryly.
“Really that is all you got? Convince me you really want to.”
“Coach, please let me lick your shaved pussy, let me be your white bitch,” Anna said, attempting to please.
I grabbed her head into my wet pussy. “Good girl.” She licked my pussy and although she lacked any sort of technique she was getting me horny. I grabbed her hair and rubbed her face all over my black honey. This rough play had me hot and I came on the white track slave’s face. As I recovered from a small, but decent orgasm, I said, “Slave, that was decent for the first time, but we have lots of work to do on that. Now do you want Trevor’s cock?”
“Yes,” Anna said excitedly.
“Yes what?”
“Yes please?” she said, confused.
“No, try again,” I said looking for a certain phrase.
“Um, I got nothing, coach?”
“You are my slave, my fuck toy, my whore, and I am your…” I led.
“Master?” she said catching on.
“Master, mistress, either or,” I said.
“Please master, let Trevor fuck my white wet pussy,” she begged,
“Oh, no, no. Beg him to fuck your white tight ass,” I said catching her completely of guard.
“Oh no, I have never…” she protested.
I slapped her face as I said angrily, “I did not ask for a fucking commentary. Trevor fuck her pussy, till she is close.” Trevor hammered her with powerful strokes and Anna was getting incredibly animated.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop. It feels so fucking good,” she moaned.
“Pull out Trevor.”
Anna, dejected, begged, “No Trevor, put it back in. I will do anything.”
“Suck his cock,” I demanded.
Anna quickly pounced on his cock and started sucking like the white trash whore I knew she was.
“You like sucking cock do you?” I said teasingly. Anna gave a muffled response with Trevor’s black cock in her mouth. “You have had Trevor’s cock in two of your three holes now haven’t you?”
Anna, finally submitting completely, smiled for the first time as she said, “Fine mistress. I get it. I am your whore. Trevor, please shove your black cock in my virgin ass.”
“Good girl. You do understand, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress. I didn’t know sex could feel so good,” Anna said as horny as she had ever been.
“No white cock ever made you feel this good?” I asked coyly.
“God no? No even close. If all black men have cocks like Trevor and fuck like Trevor that is all I ever want in me,” Anna declared now a new woman.
I pulled a strap-on from my duffle bag and put it on; I then laid on the floor. “Straddle my cock my white whore.”
Anna did not even hesitate and soon had taken all 7 inches of my plastic toy in her cunt.
“Trevor now plugs her ass,” I demanded. Trevor obeyed and Anna gave a loud grunt as she took her first cock in her ass.
“It’s ok, slave. It will hurt for a while, but when the pleasure starts to surge through you, you will quake like you have never quaked before. Now kiss your mistress.”
Anna leaned in and kissed me. Trevor was not gentle as he pushed his thick cock in the white girl’s virgin ass. Anna moaned into my mouth and for the next 10 minutes our lips never parted, as she had a couple orgasms. Finally Trevor pulled out, grabbed Anna by the hair and shoved his cock in her mouth. He then held her head and face fucked her until he sprayed a load down the slut’s throat. He kept pumping until he began shrinking and then pulled out.
“So slave, in a few hours your mother becomes my slave as well,” I explained.
Anna shook her head and said, “She is way more racist than I am.”
‘Don’t worry, before I am done she will take Trevor’s cock in her ass while you watch.”
“Yes mistress.”
“Now go to class, be back here by 3.”
“Yes mistress.”
The day flew by and soon enough it was 3 o’clock and Anna returned.
“Anna, we are going to use blackmail against her too. You can watch from the room next door. A camcorder will be taping everything so you can have a live feed of the action,” I said.
“You taped my submission?” Anna said embarrassed.
“Of course. Now sign this piece of paper and go,” I said, handing her a paper admitting she cheated on an exam.
“Yes mistress,” she said and signed the paper and left the room.
Her mother showed up dressed in a business suit, clearly coming straight from work. The outfit spoke volumes; it said, I am rich and powerful. It was ironically impressive.
“Hi, Mrs. Scottish.”
“Coach,” she said with a slight drip of attitude in her tone.
“This is Trevor. He is a teammate of your daughter,” I introduced.
She said with a fake smile, “It is a pleasure.”
“I have some disturbing news for you,” I opened.
“What is it?” Mrs. Scottish asked.
“Your daughter was caught cheating on a test by Trevor here,” I explained.
“She would never,” Mrs. Scottish said defensively.
“Trevor has a signed confession from your daughter,” I said as I handed her the paper.
Mrs. Scottish looked at it. “It is her signature. Umm, I am not saying she did this, but if she did, what are the consequences?” Mrs. Scottish clearly knew how the game worked.
“She did do it and the consequence if the Dean finds out is the loss of her scholarship, she would be off the team and she may be expelled,” I answered.
“We can’t let that happen,” said aghast.
“Well what choice do we have?” I toyed.
“Can’t we give her a second chance?”
“Well we could I suppose, but we must gain from the transaction,” I said with a slight seductive tone.
“How so?” she asked curiously.
“Well I know you hate me because I am black,” I began.
“I never…” she began defensively.