Under the Deacon's Desk

Ebenezer had had enough. She was a pleasant enough girl, but she was still too down in the dumps about Ian to be useful. She made too many mistakes. It was time she earned her keep.

"Emily, do you see this desk?" Ebenezer asked genially. Emily nodded hesitantly. "This is the very desk your stepfather, Abe, worked at. And your mother served him, at work, and for his pleasure."

Emily felt her skin goosebump. "For his pleasure?"

Ebenezer smiled thinly. "Indeed. Come here." He beckoned her and she followed nervously. "See how it is custom built? Easy for a little white girl like you to fit under it. Your mother did that, for Abe." He positioned himself in his normal position, casually undoing his zipper and pulling out his large, swollen oak of a cock.

"Did Ian have anything like this?" Ebenezer asked the dazed white girl.

"N-n-no Sir," Emily said meekly.

He smiled broadly, resuming his attention to his paperwork, as his new doll fulfilled her new role, following her mother's path, sniffing and licking his black pecker. He sighed, feeling her soft wet lips start to slide up and down his Black cock. He had a fat nine inch rod that had been aching for this mousy slut's mouth for some time. She was unskilled, and he gently swatted her head when he felt teeth.

"You grew up with Abe in your house. Why do you think your mother chose him? Your father is white of course," Ebenezer observed.

"I don't remember my biological father very well," Emily said. "She chose Daddy Moses and Daddy Abe ... because they were ..."

"They were?" Ebenezer asked, the question hanging in the air.

"Superior," Emily admitted finally. Ebenezer smiled broadly, gripping Emily's skull tightly as he used her purely for his own pleasure now, **** her on his cock, until her belly was full of seed and she was gasping for the slightest bit of air.