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  But Tyrel didn’t give me that pleasure. Right when he seemed like he was about to come, he hauled his meat out of her and walked slowly around the rack. He undid the straps holding her arms down and stood right in front of her.

  Kim clawed her way up onto his body like a desperate slut. Staring up into his eyes she gobbled his filthy cock up, gulping and swallowing until it must have been halfway down her throat to her stomach.

  “That’s it,” Tyrel growled. “That’s how it’s done.” He fucked her mouth a few times and his lip curled into a snarl. His cock flexed as he came into her belly with a grunt.

  When he pulled his cock out a gush of his ejaculate and spit and bile followed out of Kim’s mouth.

  She grabbed the rack panting and trying to catch her breath.

  As Tyrel stepped back another dark figure took his place, grabbed a fistful of Kim’s hair and lifted her head. She’d barely taken a few breaths when another black cock slipped into her mouth.

  Someone else stepped up behind her and soon she was being fucked at both ends.

  Some of the guys got too worked up watching and started stepping up and spraying her back and her tits with cum they couldn’t hold in.

  Kim endured hours of being spit-roasted by black cocks, drenched with semen and filled by it.

  I spent the evening in the corner of the room, my cock hard as a rock, staring at my little whore being defiled for the last time. It was the hottest night of my life.

  As each of the guys finished with her they put on clothes and drifted out of the room. When the last one had sprayed his nut into her he, too, left.

  I was left alone with Kim strapped to the breeding bench, exhausted and covered in cum.

  I walked slowly over and around the rack to look her in the eye. I pulled my cock out.

  Kim lifted her head with what looked like great effort. She gazed up into my eyes. Her face was covered in cum and it was clinging to the corners of her mouth. She cracked a sleepy but wicked grin. “Was I a good little whore?” she whispered.

  I started pumping my cock furiously as Kim began to chuckle. A hot blast of seed shot up from my nuts, raced through my shaft and erupted out of the head of my cock. It splashed across Kim’s face, mingling with the cum already there.

  As I crested my climax Kim’s chuckle turned to a cackling laugh.

  I don’t know what was so hot about it but it made my orgasm that much more intense. As the pleasure waned I staggered back, still staring at my giggling wife.

  Epilogue

  There’s no room for any of that in our new life. Kim decided to take leave for the first year and has turned into a doting and loving mom.

  Our sex life is still good, if a lot less frequent but that’s the way these things go, I guess.

  Kim hasn’t mentioned that night since it happened and I haven’t brought it up.

  But the other day I was looking for something in the dresser and touched something hard. I nearly gasped when I pulled it out. It was the biggest, blackest, most realistic looking dildo I’d ever seen. Had veins and everything. It smelled like the sharp aroma of Kim’s cunt.

  My initial shock was replaced with an intense arousal at the thought of Kim using it to get off. I didn’t go to bed with her that night, saying that I was going to watch some TV. Except after going downstairs I crept back up and lurked in the hall.

  Sure enough, after a while, Kim crept across the room, rummaged through the dresser and hauled out the cock. After lying back down on the bed she spread her legs and fed the cock into her pussy, then began furiously fucking herself with it.

  My cock swelled along with my heart. It seemed that Tyrel really was right. There was no going back. I watched Kim bring herself to a shuddering orgasm before creeping back down the stairs.

  It didn’t take long for me to make the decision. I found Kim’s phone and flipped through it for the number.

  Hey Tyrel? It’s me, Daniel. You remember Kim?

  The reply came just minutes later.

  Hey D! Do I remember Kim? Shit dawg how could I forget?

  I punched out a reply.

  I was wondering if you could help me?

  Wassup?

  I wanted to surprise Kim. You have plans for this weekend?

  :-) I do now. You see? I told you. Ain’t no goin’ back!

  I let out a sigh as I put down the phone. It seemed that there was no going back. Except I realized that he didn’t just mean for Kim. There was no going back for me, either.

  But that was alright. Everything was going to be alright.

  THE END

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