The Gauntlet Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

The Gauntlet Ch. 09

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With this belief system budding in our hearts and my micro-cock throbbing in its cage at the sight of her naked voluptuousness, I continually kissed her sopping pussy through the wire of her thong's fabric. I sucked the wetness from her pussy lips, open and burning with lust. Worshiping the white Goddess's beauty, I finally felt free.

She held a cock far bigger and blacker than my own up above my head, beside the bulbous globes of power that were her tits, the masculine principle formed in the silicone shape of a dildo. She held that synthetic cock in her hands as I worshiped the seeping wetness of her pussy, sucking it all up into my gaping maw, a perfect symbol of our belief system, understood and cared for by all that surrounded us: imagery of the big black masculine principle.

Once she was sufficiently sucked, moaning with lust and pleasure, she descended that dildo down to my painted lips and I accepted it with the strength of my submission. "Suck this pussy, suck this dildo for me, whiteboy," she said so rhythmically to me in that beautiful sexual moment.

My lips popped off to say, "Yes, Goddess Mikhaila," before resuming to do my duty and suck the synthetic phallus she offered down to me. She penetrated my throat with it, shoving it deeper and deeper into my skull, so I would never think that my submission and her dominance would, should, or could ever be over with. It cleansed my soul to be in that white room beneath the control of that thick ...

... white Goddess.

She pierced my heart with her glittering blue eyes of ice and smiled viciously down at me, all while vigorously fucking my mouth with her dildo. I stared up at her naked tits, her round pink nipples pierced by golden needles, so fat and luscious and bright. Anyone outside of this image--not beholding it directly--was beyond saving, according to our own philosophy. We did not conform to any past notions of consent, of morality, of endings, of those judgments of the past that formerly stultified us. We were fullyfree from our chains in my submission and her dominance, in a sense beyond the judgments imposed upon us both by priorly existing society.

When she pulled the dildo out from my throat, I fed her sweet affirmations. "Thank you, Goddess Mikhaila. Thank you for the sweet embrace of your dominance. Thank you for the sight of your naked beauty. Most of all, thank you for your courage in taking me to this sacred place, this beautiful moment. I will support you in anything you choose to do, for I know you will return to this state of dominance."

My fingers tugged at my flattened cock in its tiny silver cage as she laughed with higher beauty and bliss at my words, making her nude bare tits bounce gloriously in my sight and vision. "You're welcome, whiteboy," she said, reaffirming my position as well. "I've endured countless pleasures in the past. I've had orgies of endless revelry," she continued. "...But I've never felt any pleasure higher thanthis."

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