After finishing her "confession", Jane opened her eyes to see the last remnants of spunk bursting out of Father Ambrose's mighty cock. He looked at her and smiled. Taking a hanky, he cleaned himself up and covered up his still erect cock with his cassock.

The time had come to fuck the living daylights out of this bitch, Father Ambrose thought. He knew it and so did poor Jane. She removed the dildo out of her abused pussy and, looking at him, nervously licked her lips. She realised that they had now reached the climax of the "confessions", the time the priest would punish her and take out his fierce retribution out on her poor defenceless married body.

Jane was just thankful that her poor husband was not here to be witness to these events, or to hear her confession and realise what a dirty black cock loving whore she had become...

Of course unbeknown to Jane, her husband sat hidden in a small closet just a few feet away from her. He could see and hear everything whilst she could not see him. Peter had listened and watched intently and had furiously masturbated himself off.

The stories of her submitting to all those black men had rekindled in him his deepest and darkest fantasies. He began to realise that, with some horror, he now loved to watch and hear his wife commit adultery with black men. He loved the fact that her delicate innocent body could accommodate and withstand so much abuse at the hands of those monstrous black dicks; that she was able to submit to those thugs wishes and to be so willingly fucked and abused. He also realised that it was a treatment that he could not possibly provide for her. Maybe he could live with her illicit adultery since it seemed to suit all parties...?

Meanwhile, back in Father Ambrose's quarters, the good priest was readying himself for the next part of the evening's proceedings.

"Jane, you are indeed a filthy whore who needs to be punished for her wicked sins." Father Ambrose began. "Your sins are wicked and you have shown no respect to your loving husband, or to God who was a witness to your shameful marriage when you vowed to be faithful". Although Jane appreciated that there was a huge amount of hypocrisy in what the good Father was saying – here she was taking lectures from a corrupt priest who had abused his position by wanking himself off whilst she confessed and then forced her to fuck herself with a giant black dildo – she did recognise that she had been unfaithful to her loving husband and had to somehow repent for her wicked sins.

So Jane, eyes averted downwards, nodded in agreement. "You have become a filthy slut, Jane and you need to be punished in a way that only I and God will understand". Jane knew what that punishment would be and again nodded.

"Do you have anything to say before we begin?" Father Ambrose asked.

Jane was silent and just shook her head.

"Good, now get up and give me the leather strap you bought."

Jane stood up. Her big 36DD tits were still uncovered and she made no attempt to cover them up. She realised that Father Ambrose would want them exposed and if she was honest with herself, she wanted to expose them to him. Her little pink dress fell down as she stood up but it barely covered her arse which was raised high due to the 4 inch heels she was wearing. As she turned around and bent down to take the strap out of her bag, her arse, lovingly framed by her frilly white garters and set off with a minuscule g-string, was, for the first time, on full display to Father Ambrose. Again she made no attempt to cover herself, indeed she thrust her bottom out and took her time finding the strap in order that Father Ambrose could get a good look at her married white arse. This did not go unnoticed by Father Ambrose. She was a good and special slut. He was going to enjoy this.

When she found the leather strap, she turned around and walked over to Father Ambrose, her big proud breasts bouncing with each step. She then handed over the strap to him and dutifully waited for his next command.

Father Ambrose, taking the strap, started to smack it loudly against the palm of his left hand. He looked up at her, said nothing but smiled. Words were not needed. It was clear how the instrument of punishment was going to be used. He then stood up and walked over to a big leather foot stool, which lay in the corner of the room, and brought it over to the deep dark red leather armchair that he had been sitting in.

Placing it next to the chair he turned to Jane and said "Kneel on the stool and place your hands on top of the chair. Spread your legs and thrust your bottom out."

Jane followed his orders to the letter. She was used to and loved obeying big black men. As Jane knelt for her Master, her big married tits hung heavily down and as she thrust her arse out, her dress was too small to prevent her arse from being on full display. Her body was now available to the evil priest to do as he pleased. Father Ambrose walked behind her and started to gently stroke the buttocks of his beautiful victim.

The position was not only perfect for Father Ambrose to administer an arse whipping, it also had one other benefit. Father Ambrose had earlier in the day deliberately placed the chair in such a way that when Jane was kneeling on it, her face would be directly facing the door that Peter was sitting behind. Because of the grills on the door and the lighting, Peter could clearly see Jane's face but she could not see Peter. As far as she was still aware, her poor husband was still blissfully unaware of her infidelities.

As Father Ambrose stroked her lovely young bottom, his formidable dick began to regain its strength and as it did, he picked up the strap and gently ran its tails across her bottom.

"My child, you need to be whipped so that your feel pain for the terrible sins you have committed. Do you have anything to say, my child?"

Jane appreciated that it was not in the official teachings of the church to whip a young wife's poor bottom just because she had been unfaithful. However, she was totally aroused by the situation. She now loved to offer her body, and in particular her bottom, to the sexual whims of big black men. Without knowing, she looked directly at her husband and said "Please whip my arse, Father. I have been a naughty wife and I deserve to be punished. I deserve to have my bottom whipped."

"Good, my child. Prepare yourself".

Jane licked her lips in anticipation and thrust her bottom out and waited for the leather strap. Father Ambrose meanwhile drew one of his powerful arms back and then brought the strap down viciously on her poor defenceless bottom. Jane screamed out as the unmistakeable sound of leather on bottom flesh reverberated around the room.

"Be quiet bitch, we do not want the whole neighbourhood to know what a naughty slut you are."

"Yes Father."

And with that he brought the strap down again, but this time on to a different buttock cheek. Jane did not cry out this time but instead bit her lip, both in pain and in arousal. Father Ambrose noticed this and that she also maintained her arse in the thrust out position as he had directed. She was a good bitch.

"Are you pleased that you are finally being punished?"

"Yes Father, I am. I am a wilful slut who deserves to have her naughty bottom thrashed."

"Good my child, you have learnt well. Tell me, have you enjoyed being unfaithful? Have you enjoyed committing acts of wicket sin by allowing your beautiful young body to be abused?" Father Ambrose emphasised his point by giving her bottom a view vicious whacks with the strap. "Oh Father, please. I do not want to answer these questions." "Well you are going to. I want you to tell me exactly how you feel being an adulterous whore", Father Ambrose replied, knowing full well that Jane's reply was for Peter, just as much as it was for him. "Yes, Father, I have enjoyed allowing my married body to be fucked by other men, I have enjoyed allowing it to be abused my big black dicks. Ooh Father, please be gentle with my poor bottom..." "Silence bitch. Continue..." Father Ambrose said, now applying the strap with considerable force. Her bottom was now a deep shade of red. Just as it should be for her black masters. "Well Father, I love the feeling of allowing another man's giant cock in to my married pussy, a pussy which I swore to God would only be available to my husband. It is the feeling of illicit and filthy sex that turns me on. Filthy sex with big black men that want to dominate me, do what they want with me and who have little or no regard for my feelings. It is that feeling of being raped by black cock, in every possible hole that I find most fulfilling. Ohh Father, punish me, I am such a slut..." And that was exactly the good Father did, however the site of her deep red bottom and her swaying tits meant that he could hold back no longer. He needed to have her. "You need to be fucked by a man of God, my child. You need to experience a cock given to this world to punish and to fuck wanton sluts such as yourself." "Oh yes, Father, fuck me, fuck me hard. Wherever you want to..." "I will my child. Marvelling at the redness of her cheeks, and the submissive way Jane made sure that her bottom was raised for him, he threw the leather strap down on the floor and opened up his cassock displaying his monstrous 14 inch cock.

Jane's husband, Peter, sitting just a few feet away in closet, for the first time saw the cock belonging to the man who was about to fuck his wife. He gasped in horror and admiration at what he saw. Admiration at the man's length and girth, it was even bigger than Smith and Charles's weapons, but in horror because he was, for the third time, going to allow another man to fuck his wife. And there was nothing he could do about it. He was a victim not only of circumstance, he felt he was too physically weak to challenge Father Ambrose if it came to it, but also of desire. Desire to see his beautiful petite wife impaled on such a mighty weapon; to see her viciously fucked at the hands of this evil powerful man; to see her beg for mercy as he rammed all 14 inches up her delicate pussy, arse and mouth and to see her completely subjugated to the priest's sexual desire.

In short, he wanted to see her sexually molested by as many black men as possible. His perversion had reached a new level and his marriage had become a sham, a way for both husband and wife to satisfy their own perverted desires. And, as they would both soon discover, Father Ambrose was only too happy to oblige.

Father Ambrose now approached Jane, who was still kneeling on the chair, legs spread, arse thrust up and tits hanging out of her delicate pink dress. He began to stroke her inflamed arse, enjoying the warmth of her beaten cheeks and the way they contrasted with her delicate virginal white stockings and garters. The time had come.

"Jane, where do you think I should fuck you? Where, in your married white body, do you think I should insert my holy cock and inflict upon you the reaming you so deserve?"

"Oooh, Father, I am married and you are a man of the cloth. A priest. a man I should be able to trust. This is wrong, we should not do this..."

"Silence, bitch, how dare you question me". And the good Father reined down a volley of hard spanks on her tender cheeks.

"Oooh Father..." Jane closed her eyes and licked her lips. She loved this brutal treatment, having her arse punished by big black men and being humiliated. The treatment, at the hands of this evil priest, was bringing her close to another huge orgasm. Although she had protested at the priest's line of questioning, the thought of being fucked by a man of the cloth, by a black man at that, was so wicked, it was turning her on insanely. She of course could not admit this, it was, after all, part of her fantasy of being dominated and raped by big black men. Thank God her husband was not aware of any of this...

"Please, Father Ambrose, this is sooo naughty. We should not be doing this, in a church. I came to you for help..." Jane's reply was an obvious lie. She wanted to be fucked just as much as Father Ambrose did but she could not admit it, at least not yet.

"And I am helping you, my child." Father Ambrose replied, continually spanking her delicious white bottom, which was still dutifully raised for him. "You need to be punished. To feel the might of God's wrath in your gorgeous married white body. To feel what it is liked to be fucked by God's mighty staff, to feel what is liked to be punished by the Lord himself...

All hogwash of course. But hogwash that Jane lapped up.

Licking her lips and effectively looking straight at her husband, Jane replied, "Oh Father, you are right. I do need to be punished by God. To be fucked by one of his teachers. Ooh Father, spank me harder. spank my bottom harder and punish me..."

Father Ambrose happily obliged.

"And where do you want me to fuck you, bitch?"

"Oh Father, I think I need to be fucked properly and feel pain. To be fucked in a way that is most forbidden and will teach me that I am a naughty slut who needs to be punished." Jane replied, really getting into the role of a wanton slut. "Father, please fuck in my arse. Please put your mighty black cock in to my married white arse and fuck me hard!"

"Oh Jane, you are some slut." Father Ambrose was delighted, she was such a delightful little slut who wanted to be arse fucked more than anything else. "How do you think your husband would feel if he could see and hear you now. Asking another man to fuck you in your married bottom. Has he ever fucked you there?"

"Oh no Father, I would never let him fuck me in my bottom. My bottom is the preserve of black men. And, in any event, his dick is too small, I need a big black man to fuck me there, so I can feel like I am properly being fucked and owned by them. Ooh father, spank my naughty bottom harder..."

Father Ambrose could not hold out for much longer. The talk from this young slutty wife was making him wild with passion and he was happily taking it out on her poor bottom by spanking her harder and harder.

He now stopped and placed the head of his massive dick at the entrance of her anus.

"Jane, are you ready to get ass fucked? Are you ready to fuck my massive cock with your sinful bottom?"

"Oooh yes, Father. I am ready. I have wanted you to fuck me there the moment I started our confession today. I want to know what it is like to be fucked by a powerful priest and to be fucked in the house of God. Sodomise me Father, and do it hard and do it rough."

"You are quite the whore Jane. Now, this is going to hurt you at first but you must always keep your bottom raised for me. Now, here goes."

Jane licked her lips in fervent anticipation. She was panting with desire. It was true, the moment she had arrived today and set eyes on Father Ambrose, she knew that he was going to fuck her. The way she was ordered to dress for him and the crude instruments she had bought could have only meant one thing.

And having seen Father Ambrose's massive dick, she had immediately wanted him to fuck her in her married white arse. The shameful thing was that, since her introduction to big black cock, she obtained her most heightened sexual gratification from being sodomised. The feeling of a massive cock, not belonging to her husband, in her most private parts, committing the most perverted act of sex, was, for Jane, her very own idea of sexual heaven.

Father Ambrose looked down on her small little bottom and contrasted that with his massive black cock. He then pushed, with some considerable force, the massive head up her tight ass.

"That's it bitch, take my cock up your tight married ass. My God, it is like you have never been fucked up there before, it is so God damm tight!". It was true, Father Ambrose had never felt such a tight ass in all of his long experience of fucking white women. It was possible that Jane's was the finest piece of ass he had ever taken. Slowly, but surely, he managed to get seven inches in her bottom.

He was truly amazed that she was able to take even half his dick up her petite frame. Most women could not even manage this and many would have passed out by now.

He marvelled at the contrast between the darkness of his cock – it was almost coal black – and the whiteness of her body. He loved this. Not only was he fucking a white woman, but he was fucking a white wife, the ultimate in forbidden flesh.

Meanwhile, Jane screwed up her eyes in pain and her panting had become heavier and heavier. Despite the feeling of being split in to two, she was determined not to complain or protest as she had done so in the past. Instead, she maintained to keep her bottom raised for her Master's pleasure. After all, she was not there to question, but to submit and to please.

Father Ambrose took her silence as acquiescence and, grabbing her hair, he pulled her head roughly back and, with an almighty thrust, he rammed the remaining seven inches in to her delicate arse.

"That's it bitch, take all of my cock up your ass. Tell me how it feels."

"Ooooh Father, it is so b-big. I have never felt so full in my life. Oh it hurts, it hurts... please, Father, be gentle, it is going to split me in to two, your cock is soooo big..."

"Deal with it, bitch. It is a size that your sinful body deserves. There, take that..." And he now removed almost all of his dick from her ass and, showing her no mercy, with one mighty thrust, rammed it back in.

"Oh God Father, that hurts. Please be gentle, my ass is going to split..."

Father Ambrose ignored her pitiful pleas and started to fuck her remorselessly. It was, after all, what she deserved. Holding her hair with one hand and kneading her massive luscious tits with the other, Father Ambrose began to give Jane the fucking of her life.

Peter could see everything clearly and it was some tableau that was being presented to him. Father Ambrose was still fully dressed in his holy clothes, and still had his dog collar on. He was standing behind the subservient Jane who was kneeling on a chair, bottom raised, dressed in a small pink dress which was undone at the front so that her braless tits were hanging heavily down, swinging back and forth in rhythm to the fucking she was dutifully receiving. Her white stockings and garters contrasted sharply with the black outfit and man. Behind her, his 6ft 6 frame towering over her petite body, was a priest who was taking great delight in fucking one of his parishioners up her married arse. This was not the way of the Church. This was not the way of society. It was utterly forbidden and perverse and the husband of the victim, who was being abused by this big priest, was loving every moment of it.

Jane was starring directly in to the room Peter was hidden in. He had seen how much she wanted this, how much of a wanton slut she had become. She was licking her lips and screaming with desire, pleading with Father Ambrose to be rougher with her, to pinch her nipples harder and to fuck her arse badly, like the bitch whore she was. The site of this had made his small d!cjk hard again and he was playing with it furiously. He willed the priest to be as rough and cruel with his delicate little wife as was physically possible.

"Father, that's it, fuck me hard. Oooh like that. Treat me like a bitch, I need to feel like I am being fucked hard. Be nasty with me Father, I know you want to be. Oh yes Father, that's it..."

Father Ambrose had not come across a slut like Jane before. Sure he had had his share or married white pussy in his time, but he could not remember coming across a girl who so like to be treated like a bitch whore.

Looking at the door and at Peter, Father Ambrose asked, "Is it better than your husband's cock. Does it feel better to receive some nigger cock you white whore?"
"Oh yes, Father", Jane replied, also looking, inadvertently, at her hidden husband "your cock is so much bigger than my husband's. Ooooh, that's it, harder..."

"Do you still fuck your husband?"

"No father, not since I was introduced to black dick. Black cook feels soooo good. He could never satisfy me the way you do. He could never be rough with me, fuck me the way you can. Oooh Father, do it harder, I am cumming, it is sooo gooood...."

And Jane came.

Father Ambrose now, for a few minutes, fucked her with even more vigour. He grabbed her tiny waist and rammed into her tight ass like he wanted to kill her. Her big tits flayed around with the violence of the assault. He had screwed up his face in determination and his big neck muscles tightened as sweat poured down as he fucked her. He felt like his dick could be ripped off her tight small ass it clenched him so tightly in its vice like grip. Clearly he was the biggest, and meanest man, to have ever fucked this bitch.

Jane in turn had closed her eyes, and was now cumming constantly. It was true, Father Ambrose was the biggest man who had ever fucked her, and his massive size was causing to her to enter into a constant state of orgasmic bliss. She too was amazed that her small body could handle such a large cock, and wondered how it would look to an innocent onlooker– a small petite white wife being fucked doggie style at the hands of a giant nigger priest. Unfortunately for her, her husband was currently experiencing that particular pleasure.

Father Ambrose started to feel that he could not hold out for much longer. Her small tight bottom was having the desired effect, as was the thought that Jane's pathetic husband was only sitting a few feet away, a witness to his wife's infidelity.

"Take it bitch, take that mighty cock up your tight married white ass. How would your husband feel to know that he has married such a slut? How would he feel to know that his wife is a whore fore black cock. Answer me, bitch!!!"

And with that, a volley of cruel spanks rained down on her defenceless ass.

"Oh Father, he would not be happy that I allow myself to be fucked by big black men, but it feels sooo good, I cant stop. Oh please, fuck me harder and cum in married bottom. Oh Father, that it so good...."

Father Ambrose could hold back no longer. He threw his head back and his whole body tensed up as he came inside Jane. Jane thrust her bottom back on to the giant cock, determined that her small petite body would do everything it could to satisfy the massive priest who was fucking her from behind. She could feel the copious amount of black holy spunk enter her bowels and she also came as a result.

Father Ambrose experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Not only had the small bottom of Jane's proved to be one of the nicest and tightest ass's he had experienced. The whole debauched situation was one that appealed to his sick instincts. Seducing one of his parishioners when he should have been helping her and doing it all in front of her husband in order to humiliate him, well, life did not get better.

He withdrew his still erect cock from her abused arse. Her anus remained open, gaping in defeat at the attack it had just suffered and spunk dribbled out of it, down on to her stocking clad legs. Jane panted, trying to recover from her brutal assault, her tits hung down like heavy ripe fruit, red from being mauled and slapped. Jane was one well fucked wife.

Father Ambrose took in the sight and decided that he was far from finished with the bitch. He walked around and stood in front of her, his massive smelly cock now directly in front of her beautiful face, just inches away from her open panting mouth. Jane looked up and saw the evil face of the priest who had just cruelly fucked her, he was looking down and giving her one his evil smiles. She felt that the whiteness of his dog collar and his holy outfit seemed completely out of place with the situation – it was obvious that he now wanted her to suck his cock after it had been up her ass. Ass to mouth did not unduly bother her, indeed it was something that she enjoyed – she felt that it was another act which confirmed her as a submissive slut for her black Master. A whore who would happily perform any sexual act if it meant pleasing her Master.

No words were necessary, Jane knew what was expected of her and she leaned forward, opened her mouth as wide as possible and allowed Father Ambrose to effortlessly shove half his cock in.

"That's it bitch, clean my cock off after it has been up your ass. That's it, suck it good. Play with my balls you cock loving whore... Ahhh that's so fucking good..."

He then grabbed her head and started to fuck her face, she looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes, pleading with him to be gentle, he had managed to get all of his cock down and she feared she would pass out. The good Father looked down, noting her discomfort and pain but that only drove him on to be even rougher and harder with the poor girl.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you. You like the feel of my big black cock down your throat, especially after it has been up you ass".

Of course Jane could not reply, but all that Father Ambrose said was true, she did like to suck cock and she did like the taste of her own ass. To confirm this, she started to move her head of her own accord and squeezed his balls harder, almost trying to get the spunk out for him.

Father Ambrose looked down in glowing approval as this bitch started to fuck him with her mouth. She was a true whore and it appeared that she would do anything to please him. Taking his hands off the back of her head, he started to play with her massive tits, roughly pinching her nipples which caused her to groan with desire. Jane was now also close to cumming. She had not stopped looking up at the good Father, she had been taught that all dutiful sluts looked at their master whilst they were blowing him, it gave the correct subservient impression, and seeing him look angry with desire only fuelled her own passion.

The face fucking continued for some minutes. Poor Peter, who had already cum several times that day, had his view of Jane obstructed by the priest. All he could see was Father Ambrose thrusting his buttocks in to the face of his poor wife and all he could hear was the unmistakeable sound of a bitch gagging on a giant cock.

It was not long before Jane's lovely sucking and squeezing was having its desired effect on the holy man. Removing his hands from her tits, he once more placed them on her head and started to violently rock her back and forth as he approached another glorious orgasm. Jane in turn, looked up submissively at the priest, he had closes his eyes and was roaring out in delight.

"Ahhhh that's it bitch, suck me harder. I am going to cum down your glorious throat, you fucking whore!" he roared out. And, muscles tensed, he emitted his copious spunk down her little mouth "That's it bitch, suck every last drop you glorious married slut..."

And of course, Jane obeyed, greedily swallowing every last drop of the holy man's emission, cuming herself in the process and grateful that he would choose to blow his load down her mouth.

Jane continued to suck Father Ambrose for a minute or so, allowing him to emit every last drop of his precious fluid down her throat. She constantly squeezed his balls, in the hope that if she did, he would cum even more. Father Ambrose appreciated all her efforts. She was doing all she could to please him, her desires were subordinated to his own perverted needs.

Once he had finished with her, he removed his now deflated cock from her abused mouth and covered himself up. Jane carried on looking up at him, her eyes met his and she looked at him pathetically, as if she wanted some sort of praise for sucking him off. None would be forthcoming from this evil man, he merely glared at her, like she was a filthy whore, which of course she was.

No words for spoken, and Jane took this to mean that her "confession" was at an end and her body was no longer required. She stood up and started to readjust her clothing, buttoning up her dress so that her breasts were no longer on display and trying, with very little luck, to push her little dress down so it would cover up her abused and reddened arse. She then picked up her coat and started to put it on.

Meanwhile Father Ambrose had gone over to the door and opened it. Jane assumed the priest was doing this to let her out. She was sadly mistaken. Instead, Father Ambrose looked out into the church and called out to the two black cleaners Jane and Peter had earlier passed.

"Hey, Tyrone and Jerome" he yelled "you can come in here now. You can have some of that pussy I promised you..."

He then turned to Jane, who had just finished tying up her coat. She was frozen at the spot, stunned and horrified at what Father Ambrose had just said.

"Bitch, you can take that coat off, I have not quite yet finished with that pussy of yours..."

To be continued