Madeline is guided to true submission

This act of utter submission, a mere kiss, sent a thrill of utter bliss through the white teen such as she had never known before. Not even when she had been used by the mighty African had she felt what she felt now, and it was the sudden understanding of her true purpose. She kissed the tip of his cock again, inhaling deeply the masculine musk. Yes, she came to realize. It was not enough to merely submit to the black. She must serve him as well. She was more than a plaything, she was a willing toy, something which existed for his benefit, to serve a superior race. Her lips touched the crown of Munahid’s cock, her tongue came out and lapped it, tasting the superiority, the spiciness; the utter understanding of her submission sent a thrill rolling through her every nerve, and as she pulled away with a pop she looked to the white woman kneading her breast. Lucy smiled, compassion. “You understand,” she whispered. Madeline could only shudder at the feeling of such perfect understanding she now felt between her and this black bred woman. She looked up at the grinning face of Munahid, domination.

She now understood.

Madeline looked back to the turgid flesh of Munahid’s cock. She leaned forward, taking it with both hands and, opening her mouth wide, began to feed his cock into her mouth.

“Easy. Easy,” Lucy breathed into her ear, taking the girl by the back of her head, aiding her in her act of submission to the African race, her other hand still stroking and kneading Madeline’s breast.

From above Munahid grinned broadly as he watched this young white catholic girl swallow his cock, her cheeks hollowing to take his length, Lucy guiding the girl to her further submission. He let his head hang back and groaned as he reached the back of Madeline’s throat, and the girl kept swallowing. Then Madeline began to pull back, then forward, guided by the tender hand of Lucy, deepthroating the powerful, thick African member. Munahid chuckled, reaching down and grabbing the white girl’s hair.

“Good slut,” he growled, a feral sound, and began pulling her back and forth, fucking her face harshly. Madeline gagged and croaked, yet the pressure never ceased. She closed her eyes then, and simply surrendered to the rough handling, and lo, it became easier. Her throat seemed to open to his cock and guide it into her, as if it were made for it. Her nipples were aflame, her breasts tingling beneath Lucy’s fingers. Her body thrummed with the pleasure of submission, her moans choked by the thick muslim cock taking her face.

She could hear the grunts of Munahid, sighs of Lucy, harsh laughter of Dexler, and whimpering moans of unforgiving pleasure from the effeminate white man as he watched. The totality of the scene embraced her. She shuddered and then, with a sudden grunt, she felt the hot African seed pump into her belly, and she knew she was lost. Without even touching her pussy she came, her eyes watering with tears of blissful understanding. Her arms stretched out at her side as she accepted the divinity of the African seed. She now knew her place.

She was finally a true **** to black cock.