She lay there with her legs spread, staring up the ceiling, waiting for her fate to be decided. Her three intruders had all used her and emptied themselves into all her holes. Katie closed her eyes and cleared her mind, letting herself feel the moment without judgement.
Her lips felt swollen from being sucked and bitten, her tongue was coated with cum. Pink nipples pointed upwards, swollen and puffy from being shown more love and attention from these black thugs than her husband Brad had ever given. As she was still spreadeagled, the air hit between her legs, making her aware of how vulnerable she was right now. Both her pink holes were left open and exposed, torn and bruised from the huge, thick cocks that had been inside her just moments before. But the abuse was nothing compared to the sweet pulsing she still felt deep inside her wet pussy, as cum continued to drip out of her.
She knew it was wanton to enjoy this, but she could not help herself. She moaned and gyrated her hips on the dining room table, forgetting that she was not alone. Her entire body flushed red as she heard a low, deep chuckle from across the room. "Seems your wife enjoys being stuffed full of black cock in all her holes, Brad. Why keep her tied up, loose her guys, and bring her over here."
Katie felt warmth in her belly; she knew that voice. In the hours that preceded, he'd been the one running the whole show, her husband's tormenter and her gold-wearing, black god. By running the whole show, she meant breaking into their home, giving orders to the other two thugs, breaking the news to her that her loving husband was really an online pervert that lured impressionable, underage girls from different states to hotels where he used their young bodies along with his other rich, entitled business associates.
She was snapped out of her reverie, as she felt the bounds untied and her body raised from the table and set to stand on the floor. Her legs buckled and suddenly, she found herself in the kneeling position. She'd been tied up and spreadeagled for so long, her legs felt weak and rubbery. "Crawl on your hands and knees toward me, princess," ordered her black god. She bent her head, and slowly obeyed, dragging herself along the floor on all fours, her dignity gone. But a part of Katie no longer cared, she was realizing she felt peace with this in a way she could not understand. It just felt right, as she reached in front of this stranger, that no longer felt like a stranger. Katie sat back on her knees and raised her head, staring into his cold, dead eyes.
