From Church Wife to Black Cock Slut
Copyright© 2026 by Peyton Allen
Chapter 14: The Kitchen Table Pack
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: The Kitchen Table Pack - Jasmine and Cory are the perfect couple at Oak Grove Baptist, living a quiet suburban life free of gossip. But when a towering new neighbor moves into the cul-de-sac, a simple Monday morning request shatters her vows. Over seven intense days, Jasmine descends into a world of absolute submission and addictive pleasure. Passing from one dominant partner to the next, her guilt gives way to total transformation, culminating where she least expects it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Fiction Cheating Slut Wife DomSub MaleDom Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Oral Sex Clergy
Jasmine sent the text while Jerry’s cum was still leaking out of her.
She lay on the bed for a few minutes after he left, thighs sticky, both holes full, and typed exactly what he had told her to say. She didn’t soften any of it. She told Jill he had said yes to all of it—first time at Jasmine’s house, Jasmine in the room, his tongue on her first. She told her she could stop if she needed to, but once she said the word she would take what he gave her. Same rules. She could still fuck John. She wouldn’t tell him. Miles could be there after, or it could just be Jerry. Her choice. And she added the last line he had given her: he was done waiting much longer.
The reply came faster than Jasmine expected.
Jill: I’m close. Really close. Can we talk today? Not lunch. After the boys get home from practice. John has a late meeting. I can come by your house for a little while.
Jasmine: Yes. Come whenever.
Jill showed up just after four. The kids were in the backyard. Cory was still at the factory. Jasmine let her in and they sat at the kitchen table, the same table Jerry had bent her over that morning. Jill’s long red hair was loose. She wore a simple T-shirt that stretched across her 38DD breasts and jeans that fit tight on her slender hips. Her green eyes moved over Jasmine’s face, then dropped to the table like she was picturing what had happened there hours earlier.
“I read it twice,” Jill said. “The part about his tongue first. Making me come before he puts it in me. And the part about him being done waiting.” She looked up. “Did he really say that while he was inside you?”
“Yes. He fucked me hard and deep. Came in me. Then had me sit on his face so he could eat it out of me while I sucked his cock. He told me all of it while he was still hard.”
Jill’s cheeks flushed dark. She shifted in the chair, thighs pressing together. “I touched myself again last night. After I got your text. I locked the bathroom door and used my fingers and thought about him licking me. About how thick you said he is. I came so hard my legs shook. John knocked and asked if I was okay. I told him I had a headache.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.