From Church Wife to Black Cock Slut Book One
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Chapter 8: Sunday Morning, Oak Grove Baptist
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Sunday Morning, Oak Grove Baptist - 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.
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Pastor Miles had mentioned it the week before, casual, after service—asking if Jasmine might help with the children’s ministry on Sundays. Friday night the text came: Can you come by the church around 7:30 tomorrow morning? Want to talk more about it before everyone arrives. She showed Cory. He didn’t think twice. “We can drive separate,” he said. “I’ll get the kids ready and we’ll be there for the eleven o’clock service.”
Sunday morning Jasmine parked behind the church a little before seven-thirty. The building was quiet. She walked the familiar hallway to Pastor Miles’s office, knocked once, and stepped inside when he called for her to come in. Jerry was already there, sitting in one of the chairs across from the desk—6’5”, solid 250 pounds, the same man who had owned her all week. Surprise lasted half a second. Then she smiled.
Miles shut the door and locked it. The click was loud in the small office. Jerry stood, looked at her, and said, “On your knees.”
She dropped immediately. Both men unbuttoned their jeans and pushed them down. Two thick cocks—Jerry’s familiar 10 inches and Miles’s matching length—stood hard in front of her face. She took Jerry first, lips stretching around the head, sucking him deep while her hand worked Miles. Then she switched, worshiping Miles’s cock the same way, spit running down the shaft, eyes half-closed, addicted to the weight and the taste of both of them right there in the church office. She moved back and forth, taking one as deep as she could, then the other, until both were slick and her jaw ached.
Jerry told her to strip. She stood, pulled the dress over her head, and let it fall. Naked, she was bent over the edge of the desk. Jerry pushed into her pussy first, hard and deep, while Miles moved in front of her and fed her his cock. They switched every few minutes—Jerry in her ass while she sucked Miles, then Miles in her pussy while she took Jerry’s 10 inches down her throat. They moved her to the small couch against the wall. She rode Jerry while Miles fucked her mouth, then they flipped her so Miles could take her ass and Jerry could watch her choke on his cock. They had her on her back on the desk, knees to her chest, taking turns filling her pussy and then her ass. They had her on the floor, on her hands and knees between them, one cock in her mouth and the other buried in whichever hole they chose. For more than two and a half hours they used her however they wanted. She came again and again, body shaking, fuller breasts swaying, moaning around whichever cock was in her mouth. They came inside her over and over—pussy, ass, and across her tongue—until she was dripping, sore, and still pushing back for more. She knew exactly what she was. She was their black cock slut, and she was looking forward to every second of it.