I am a track coach at a prestigious college. I should explain I am black, 5'10 and have an athlete's body. Small breasts, long firm legs and am perfectly fit. Ashley, my new and upcoming track star was as white as they come, with blonde hair, perky small breasts, long perfectly tanned legs and an ass so tight even straight people noticed it.

Anyhow, Ashley was a great runner, but had major problems taking orders from me. I quickly realized it was a race issue and decided to do something about it. Now I should say that I have almost always kept my work life and my sex life separate, but when Ashley gave me attitude day after day, I decided to do something about it. Then I met her mother at our first track meet and it all came together. Ashley finished 2nd, which is very good for a first year college student, but her mom implied to me that it was my coaching that prevented her from winning. Ashley had never lost a track meet in high school and thus was not use to defeat. Anyways, I told her mother, Mary, to meet me in my office on Monday after practice and we could discuss this situation. She left in a huff, but told me she would be there. I called Ashley into my room on Monday morning.

Ashley came in dressed in a track suit and her hair in her usual ponytail. I invited her in and she sat down on the chair.

Ignoring any pleasantries I said in a rather aggressive tone, "Ashley it seems you have a problem with me."

Ashley gave a dramatic over-the-stop sigh.

I stood up, walked over to her and said, "It is obvious it is because I am black."

Ashley, her face not even attempting to hide her distain for me, said, "Obviously."

"Why do you hate blacks?" I asked.

In a superior tone Ashley said, "Mommy and daddy taught me that the white race has always been superior and that the other minorities, you guys in particular, are trying to take away our power."

"And you believe it?" I asked in a questioning tone.

Ashley still with attitude galore said, "Well look at you. 20 years ago, you would not be my coach."

"Well that is true. It is called civil rights." Ashley sighed. I lingered before I said, "Well I think you are scared of me because you fear the truth."

"What truth?" she asked curious but annoyed.

"That we are the better race and that you will submit to us," I said so matter-of-factly that it just seemed like common sense. Ashley began to get up but I said forcefully, "Sit down." Ashley obeyed, slightly frightened by my tone. "Now it is time to retrain you. To put you in my place."

"Excuse me," she said offended.

"You have made many enemies here in a short time," I explained.

"How so?" she said in a prima donna tone.

I went to the door and opened it, letting Mike in. Mike was a 6 foot 2 black man who was also on the track team. "You know Mike?"

"Unfortunately," she responded her face full of disdain.

"Well Mike is going to fuck you with his big black cock while you eat my pussy," I explained.

"What?" she asked shocked by my words.

"Are you deaf and dumb? I said Mike is going to fuck you with his big, hard, thick black cock while your white face is inbetween my dark skinned legs."

Ashley stood up and said defiantly, "No fucking way."

"You got the fucking part right. You do as I say or your scholarship is gone," I said pushing her back down.

"You can not do that," she said.

"I can do anything I want. Did you know that Mike found cocaine in your locker today?"

"I don't do drugs," she said proudly.

"I know that and you know that, but who is the Dean going to believe, some 20 something track rookie or a tenured state champion coach?" I asked setting up the plan.

Ashley, just beginning to realize the problem she was in, "Um, you are blackmailing me."

"You could call it that. I call it pro-active training. Not to mention fucking Mike is a great workout for a white bitch like you."

Ashley finally coming to grip with her situation pleaded, "I'm sorry. I will be better."

"Oh I know. When I am done with you, you will be a changed woman," I said, as my hand trailed through her hair.

"Please," she begged.

"Good, I like begging. Now beg Mike to let him see his cock," I toyed.

"No, please, I can't," she said, tears beginning to stream down her face.

"Mike let her see what you have to offer," I said.

Ashley's eyes went big as Mike dropped his pants and presented a stiff nine inch cock.

"Impressive hey? Did you know that most black men have cocks at least an inch bigger than a white guy. Not to mention most black men are in better shape and thus have much greater stamina in bed," I explained.

Ashley sat in complete silence, although her eyes never left the big black hard cock.

"Mike, go offer your cock to Ashley," I instructed. Mike moved towards the white bitch.

"Please, I can't. My daddy would kill me," she explained worried and nervous.

"Don't worry girl, your mommy will be taking the same cock after school," I explained announcing my entire plan.

"She would never," Ashley said confidently.

"Ashley have you not figured it out. All white women will submit to a black cock or pussy if given the chance. You have already decided you are going to fuck his stiff rod, you can't wait. Thus this lame protesting is silly," I said confidently as my hand felt her cunt through her jeans) "You're wet already Ashley? Why is that?"

"Please stop," she weakly protested.

I leaned in and kissed her; as expected she didn't break away. I broke the kiss and said, "Ashley you are now mine. I own your pussy. Do you understand?" My hand pushed onto her pussy through her jeans as Ashley gave a slight moan, but didn't respond, her face red with embarrassment. I demanded in a dominant tone, "Take off your jeans now."

Ashley looked at Mike and back to me then silently took of her jeans).

"Everything else as well, " I added. Ashley obeyed nervously.

"So you do understand," I said as my hand slowly moved to her breasts. "You are mine. Say it, say you are my slave."

Ashley, with a bit of her old attitude back, said, "Please lets just get this over with."

"Ok," I said, as I sat up on my desk and hike up my skirt showcasing my shaved pussy, "bend over." Ashley bent over and Mike positioned himself behind her. I repeated the question, "Ashley, are you ready to submit?"

Ashley answered stubbornly, "I am not submitting to you. I am just doing this so I won't lose my scholarship."

"I see," I said vaguely and then instructed, "Mike fuck her. Mike slid his cock into her pussy. After a couple minutes of pounding, Ashley began moaning. I then said, "Mike pull out." Ashley looked up at me annoyed and I asked, "What?"

Ashley babbled, "Ummm ... I..."

I teased, "Were you enjoying a black cock in your white pussy?"

Frustrated, Ashley admitted, "Yes dammit. Fine, does that make you happy?"

I sarcastically said, "Thrilled. Now beg for Mike to fuck you?"

Ashley sighed and said, "Fine, Mike please fuck me with your massive fucking cock."

"Better, but if I recall you were not going to submit," I toyed.

"Fine what do you want from me? I love his cock in me. I don't care if he is black, white or fucking Asian, I just want it back in me," she said incredibly frustrated.

"So, you want his black cock back in you?" I asked looking foe confirmation.

"Yes dammit, I want his black thick cock in me. Now just let him fuck me," Ashley said way past frustrated.

"Do you submit?" I asked again.

Defeated and way past horny she said, "Yes, I submit."

"To my every command?" I went further.

"Yes, to your every command," Ashley said exhausted by the game.

"You understand that means crawling over here and eating my pussy until I cum.," I informed her, now sitting on my desk.

"Um..." Ashley began unsure.

"That means becoming my personal sex toy," I continued.

"I just..." Ashley tried to say.

"Mike, plug her cunt for a few more strokes," I instructed.

"No, I, oh yes, Mike, fuck me, fuck, you fill me up completely," Ashley moaned now focused on pleasure again.

"Pull out."

"Fuck, no, Mike, no coach, fine, I am yours, now let him fuck me," Ashley pleaded.

"I need convincing. Now crawl over here and eat my pussy," taking off my track pants.

Ashley 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, your will be a great pussy pleaser," I said politely.

"Done with me?" Ashley said scared.

"Yes. You will be eating pussy every day. Mine, my friends," I explained.

"I..." Ashley 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 kind of yours," I explained. Ashley 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," Ashley 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," Ashley 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 a first time, but we have lots of work to do on that. Now do you want Mike's cock?"

"Yes," Ashley 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 Mike 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. Mike fuck her pussy, till she is close." Mike hammered her with powerful strokes and Ashley was getting incredibly animated.