The cuckolded husband's crazy dream

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For a long time, I had a very crazy dream: to see a petite white woman being brutally raped by a tall black man. In my opinion, such a scene of white against black, petite against tall, was particularly lewd and exciting.

I am an average-sized white man, and I was very lucky to meet a very beautiful white woman. She was petite and had red hair. We quickly fell in love and got married. After marriage, we were not only a loving couple but also close friends.

My sexy and beautiful wife is only 1.55 meters tall and weighs about 42 kilograms. The happy life after marriage and her easy and comfortable job have kept her in an alluring figure: 34B+, 23, 34.

Before we got married, my wife and I had both had an unsuccessful marriage; so we both cherish our relationship. After many years of marriage, our relationship was stable and we trusted each other very much. Gradually, I started to let my wife watch DVDs with me of tall black men raping petite white women.

We both found the scene incredibly lewd and exciting. Without realizing it, we'd make love wildly as the DVD plot unfolded, and the subsequent orgasms were more intense than ever before.

I often bought my wife sexy, revealing clothes and had her wear them to dance halls with me. My wife was always happy to show off her alluring body. Once, we went to a couples' club, a very famous swapping club. It not only had couples but also many single men looking for partners for threesomes.

While dancing, I noticed many couples around us were attracted to my beautiful and sexy wife. Some men would intentionally or unintentionally touch her high breasts or her shapely buttocks. We had never been to such a club before. The free and decadent atmosphere gradually drove us crazy, making us lose control. So, my wife and I left the club hand in hand and immediately found a love hotel. We made love all night in the hotel room, releasing our uncontrollable sexual desire.

The following weekend, we couldn't wait to go back to the club for another wild night. While dancing, I pointed out several Black men to my wife. These tall, muscular Black men were embracing white women, caressing their bodies as they danced, and the women clearly enjoyed the men's embraces and caresses. After

dancing for a while, I told my wife to rest while I went to the bar for some drinks. At the bar, I spoke to several well-dressed, tall Black men, mentioning that the woman (my wife) loved to dance and suggesting they invite her

. Soon, a polite Black man appeared beside my wife and invited her to dance, which she readily accepted.

In the decadent atmosphere of the dance hall, under the combined influence of alcohol, my wife became increasingly relaxed. She leaned comfortably against the stranger, allowing him to tease and caress her body.

After several fast-paced dance tracks, some soothing music began, and my wife, held tightly in the Black man's arms, swayed her body to the slow rhythm of the music. My wife's high breasts rubbed against the man's stomach, and his protruding genitals pressed against her lower abdomen. The man's large hands caressed her back, then stopped and kneaded her sexy, plump buttocks, his fingers even pressing into her cleft, rubbing up and down in that alluring crevice.

I sat at a small table beside the dance floor watching my wife and the man dance. Their flirtatious scene stimulated my senses, causing my genitals to involuntarily swell.

The soothing music continued, and I saw the black man's hand already inside my wife's clothes, his other hand tightly holding her body against his, his bulging penis pressing against her stomach through his pants. At this moment, a wanton expression appeared on my wife's face, her eyes filled with desire; she even intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her abdomen against the man's penis pressing against her.

When the song ended, my wife and the man returned to the table I was at, embracing each other. I noticed that two buttons on my wife's blouse were unbuttoned (of course, she never wore a bra when she danced with me).

My wife introduced her new friend to me. I got up to greet him, told them to sit down at the table, and went to the bar to get them some drinks. When I returned, the man was already sitting in my chair, holding my wife tightly in his arms, one hand caressing her breasts, the other rubbing her thigh.

Another song started, and the man eagerly pulled my wife onto the dance floor. They embraced tightly again, their teasing each other even more brazenly. The man pressed his head against my wife's face, kissing her forehead and neck while whispering in her ear.

When they returned to the table, my wife went to the restroom. This gave me an opportunity, so I told the black man that I really enjoyed and appreciated his seduction of my sexy, beautiful wife.

My wife returned from the restroom, and she handed me something—my God! It was her panties, already soaked with her juices. Just as my wife was about to sit down in the chair next to me, the black man patted his thigh, gesturing for her to sit there. My wife glanced at me and sat down without hesitation.

The man put his arm around my wife, reached in and unbuttoned the last two buttons of her blouse, then slipped his hand inside to squeeze and knead her breasts. Through her thin fabric, I could see his large black hand, like a bear's paw, ravaging my wife's fair and delicate breasts, playing with her already erect nipples. Under his ministrations, my wife's eyes were filled with lustful desire.

At that moment, the same lewd farce was playing out in every corner of the club; so I didn't worry about being noticed.

As the man teased and caressed her, my wife's breathing grew heavier. While fondling my wife's body, the man told me that he envied me for marrying such a good woman, and that he thought I was a very lucky man. I agreed with him and was very proud to have such a wife. His huge, dark hand roamed over my wife's fair thighs—it was so stimulating! My penis swelled uncontrollably; I loved this scene!

The man continued to caress my wife's thighs, his hand sometimes slipping under her skirt, sometimes stroking her slender ankles. Then he whispered something in her ear. My wife shook her head shyly, murmuring, "No...no!" He continued to whisper in her ear. My wife turned to look at me, then back at him, and slowly parted her knees, opening her red, moist vulva to him.

I didn't want to stop them. He spread her legs wider and reached out to rub her sensitive vulva. Her clitoris was engorged and swollen, and she moaned softly under his stimulation. He parted her labia and inserted a thick, dark finger deep into her vagina, thrusting it in and out.

Watching my beautiful wife being roughly fingered, watching her nipples about to burst through her clothes, watching her head tilt back, opening her tender vagina wide to a stranger, I knew that my long-held, crazy dream was about to come true!

Just as my wife was trembling all over from being played with by that man, experiencing frequent orgasms, my penis violently ejaculated in my pants! This was the first time I had ejaculated without stroking my own penis, and it was so powerful and so satisfying!

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I really couldn't believe that I was just sitting there, in the bustling swapping club, watching my wife being wantonly played with by a complete stranger.

My wife—beautiful, shy, and sexy—sat naked on the black man's lap, letting him fondle her beautiful, alluring, fair, and delicate body. The man lifted her shirt, sucking and kneading her breasts, and ordered her to spread her legs, completely exposing her private parts to him.

He played with the tender vulva that I had once possessed exclusively, his thick, dark fingers roughly thrusting in and out of my wife's still-closed vagina. My wife experienced an unprecedented orgasm during his ministrations, while I, in turn, fulfilled a crazy dream I had cherished for years—my fair, charming wife being played with by a tall, muscular black man right before my eyes!

After playing with my wife's buttocks for a while, the black man whispered something in her ear. My wife smiled slightly, then turned to me and loudly declared that she was leaving with the black man.

My heart pounded. I was certain that everyone within a five-meter radius of me had heard what my wife said. I jumped up, quickly gathered our things, and followed them out of the club.

The black man, arm in arm with my wife, walked towards the exit. Everyone in the dance hall watched them, their faces twisted in sinister smiles. Everyone knew that tonight, my wife would be raped and ravaged by this large, wanton man, like a wanton prostitute.

My wife's shirt remained open, revealing her navel and most of her breast. The black man's hands continued to caress and rub her back and buttocks, silently proclaiming their lust to all who watched.

Reaching the parking lot, the black man said he wanted to ride with us to a hotel for a wild party. I opened the back door for my wife, then, suppressing my wildly beating heart, watched the man squeeze into the back seat, pressing himself tightly against my wife. What should I do now? There was no other way but to move to the front, get in the driver's seat, and become their driver.

On the way to the hotel, I kept stealing glances at them in the rearview mirror. The man reached his enormous black hands inside my wife's unbuttoned shirt, roughly kneading and pinching her breasts, then pulling out her nipples and biting them.

After his rough treatment, my wife's shirt slipped off her shoulders, completely exposing her fair upper body to the burly man. Passersby outside the car could also see her naked upper body through the windows.

At this point, my wife no longer cared about being seen; her head was pressed against the seat back, moaning and twisting her body as the man's hands, fingers, and lips ravaged her.

...

When we arrived at the hotel, I parked the car, got out, and opened the back door for them to get out. My wife tried to button her shirt, but the man held her hand, forcing her to put on her clothes, haphazardly buttoning two buttons, then pulling her hand and leading her through the hotel lobby and up the stairs.

I followed behind them, carrying my wife's coat and a bag of drinks. Once in the room, I sat quietly in a corner, watching in a daze as my wife was about to be violated by the first black penis in her life.

My wife stood there, letting the black man slowly undress her, his hands caressing and kneading her fair, delicate body—a body that, just an hour ago, had only been enjoyed by me. Following the black man's commands, my wife crawled forward, spreading her legs, revealing her hairy vulva to him.

The black man stood behind my wife, first using one finger, then two, to thrust and explore inside her vagina until he found her G-spot. Then, he inserted two fingers into her vagina, his thumb rubbing her erect clitoris, bringing her to the peak of pleasure. Then, the black man made my wife lie down, keeping her body in a "spread-eagle" position, and he got up and began to undress himself.

When the black man finally took off his shorts, revealing his huge, hard black penis, my heart almost stopped beating. That penis was enormous; the dark red glans was like a large duck egg, and the shaft, almost as long as my forearm, was covered in bulging veins, looking quite ferocious. I was genuinely worried about whether my wife could withstand the ravages of that huge penis.

Just then, the black man returned to my wife's side and buried his face in her breasts, sucking and biting. My wife groaned, swaying her hips. When the black man's enormous penis pressed against her buttocks and vulva, she jerked as if electrocuted, sitting up abruptly to face the enormous black penis she had never seen before—her first black penis in her life!

The black man stood before my wife, thrusting his swollen, erect penis in front of her face, ordering her to kiss it with her small mouth. My wife lowered her head, gripping the erect penis tightly in front of her, and began kissing every inch of its skin. As they kissed, she stuck out her tongue and licked his black penis and testicles, changing the way and direction of her licking according to his instructions. Her mouth licked deeper and deeper, all the way to the black man's hairy anus.

At the black man's command, my wife diligently circled his anus with her tongue, constantly trying to push her tongue into that black anus. Then, under my gaze, my wife opened her sexy little mouth and swallowed that huge black penis in one gulp, trying her best to take the entire thick and long penis into her mouth.

My penis was about to explode! I needed to release! I recklessly pulled my swollen penis out of my pants and began to masturbate in front of them. It was an unimaginable, unbelievable scene: my beautiful wife holding another man's thick penis and heavy testicles, greedily licking and sucking them in front of me, and even pushing her fragrant tongue, which I had once sucked, into another man's smelly asshole, while I, as her husband, could only sit opposite them, stroking and stroking my own little penis. I absolutely love this scene!

After thoroughly enjoying my wife's oral sex, the man pulled his thick, black penis out of her mouth and ordered her to lie down, ready to be fucked.

My wife turned over, obediently lay down, and tried to spread her legs as wide as possible, revealing her tender, wet vulva, waiting for the man's attack. The man's movements were incredibly swift; before I could even see what was happening, his thick, black penis was already fully inserted into my wife's vagina.

Then, he began to thrust wildly, his dark red penis covered in my wife's vaginal fluids, glistening with each thrust. My wife's labia were repeatedly pushed in and pulled out under his thrusts, her body heaving back and forth with each slam. The immense pleasure made my wife's head sway from side to side, her mouth uttering intermittent moans and cries, her voice filled with the joy of orgasm and the pain of being raped.

Oh! My lovely wife, her little hole is being fiercely fucked and pounded by that black cock that's twice the size of mine. Her tender little hole is about to be fucked to pieces! My wife's delicate vagina is filled to the brim with that big black cock, and she's enjoying wave after wave of pleasurable orgasms. She's been completely conquered by this ferocious black meat stick, and her lewd life has begun!

This huge, gorilla-like, ferocious black man has been fucking my petite, fair wife with his gigantic cock for almost two hours, using every possible way to ravage her body. Now, he feels a little tired, so he pats my wife's breasts, turns around, and lies down on the bed, his still-erect black cock standing straight up in the lewd air.

My wife gets up, spreads her fair legs, and straddles the man. Her vagina, dripping with lustful fluid, swallows his erect black cock completely. Then, my wife's naked body begins to rise and fall on his sweaty, glistening body.

Ah! The scene was just like a lovely, fair-skinned Snow White taming a wild, black horse! The black horse galloped inside my wife's body, and my wife was immersed in sexual climax. The continuous waves of sexual climax drove my wife completely crazy!

I was completely stunned. I couldn't believe that the petite woman riding on that huge black cock was my once shy little wife.

The man ejaculated, but the woman continued to ride. The cloudy semen flowed from her vagina along with the up-and-down movements of her body, down the man's still swollen, erect black cock, down to his black testicles, and then down to his black anus...

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I forgot to tell you our names. My lovely, sexy, and passionate little wife is named Kay, and I am named Robert. I will now continue to tell our story, and I hope you will enjoy it.

In the following months, whenever possible, we would visit the swinger club on weekends.

If we planned to go to the club on the weekend, Kay would be very excited and looking forward to it for the whole week, and would prepare early for the fun activities on weekend nights. I would also actively help her prepare and give her good advice on what to wear.

I loved it when she wore those pure white, sheer blouses, so that under the neon lights at night, people could clearly see her small, pink nipples through the fabric. I also loved it when she wore short black miniskirts, because people could easily see her black garter belts, her tiny black panties, and even the brown pubic hair and pink labia peeking out from under the skirt. Of course, she never wore a bra when we went out partying.

Whenever we planned a weekend trip, Kay would book a hotel room on Thursday so she could party with other men overnight. On Friday, she would carefully paint her nails and toenails with bright, sexy nail polish.

Before Saturday night, she would go to the bathroom early, light a few red candles, and wash her body with very hot water for a long time, letting me help her wash her back, thighs, feet, and arms. After bathing, she would spray expensive perfume on her fair body, carefully trim her pubic hair, and shave her legs.

My beautiful wife meticulously prepared her body, ready to offer her petite, sexy form flawlessly to any stranger she encountered, especially tall, muscular Black men.

And I, as her husband, was earnestly and enthusiastically helping her with this preparation.

The only thing that bothered me slightly was that Kay would refuse to have sex with me starting Thursdays. She always said she needed to conserve her energy for the weekend's sexual feast; moreover, she wanted to keep her body clean, hoping her mouth, vagina, and anus were uncontaminated by my semen, and her body free of my sweat, so that her weekend lovers could enjoy her pure body without regret. She wanted to offer herself completely, inside and out, to any man who wanted to rape her on the weekend.

As a result, I rarely had the opportunity to have sex with her. Because after a weekend of revelry, she usually needs to rest on Monday and Tuesday, and I'm not allowed to touch her on Thursday, leaving me only with a pitiful Wednesday. Even that day is often disrupted by unforeseen events, resulting in me sometimes going a whole month without a chance to be intimate with her. I can only release my desires through masturbation while watching her being wantonly violated by other men.

But I don't complain. I like this life, I like my wife's happiness; her happiness is my happiness!

Almost every Saturday night, my little wife dances gracefully in the center of the club's ballroom, attracting many single black men who vie for her attention, hoping to win her favor and have the opportunity to play with and ravage her body, which they have carefully prepared for them. Whenever soothing music plays, my wife pulls a large black man to my table and asks if I allow her to dance with him. She never refuses the men who invite her, and of course, I don't want to spoil their fun.

All night, I have no interest in anyone else in the club; all my attention is focused on my beautiful and sexy wife. My gaze followed her dancing figure. If other couples dancing together blocked my view, I would leave my seat and walk through the crowd to find my wife until I saw her and her partner.

I couldn't explain why I so tirelessly watched my wife being embraced, fondled, teased, and molested by tall Black men. How could I derive such immense psychological satisfaction from it?

I truly didn't understand. Watching my wife's petite body being held and caressed by tall, powerful Black men, I felt it was the greatest pleasure in my life, and I thought it must be the greatest pleasure in my wife's life as well.

One day, I discovered online that a group was organizing a "Black and White Zebra" party—a gathering where Black men gang-raped White women.

My wife and I had never attended such a party before, so I felt very excited and longing. I told Kay about it, and she also expressed great interest. She said she had never witnessed Black men raping other White women before, and she desperately wanted to attend such a party to see firsthand what kind of madness it was. So I contacted those people and received their invitation.

As agreed, we arrived at the party location on time. It was a two-story loft-style motel, similar to an apartment building, with bedrooms on each floor. Upon entering, I saw eight or nine Black men standing or sitting in the lobby; two White women, accompanied by their husbands, had arrived before us.

My wife always seemed shy in unfamiliar places; so I quickly went to get her a drink, hoping to ease her discomfort.

When I went into the kitchen and looked back, I saw my wife, standing somewhat bewildered in the lobby, already being warmly embraced by a tall Black man. He greeted her with a flirtatious expression and introduced her to the other guests.

Watching my wife's petite figure disappear under the broad arms of those Black men, my heart began to pound again. She was surrounded by those dangerous Black predators, but in the occasional glimpses of my wife's face through the crowd, I saw no fear, no worry; only a radiant smile. During the initial greetings and small talk, my wife was hugged, kissed, rubbed, and caressed by every one of the group of Black men. Then, one of them took her aside and started chatting intimately with her.

After a while, she went to the kitchen to get a drink. Seeing me standing there, she told me that the Black man she had been talking to was ridiculous; he was a bit drunk and kept touching her inappropriately. As she spoke, she left the kitchen with her drink and was immediately pulled back into the arms of that same Black man.

At that moment, a particularly tall and burly Black man (I later learned he was about 1.97 meters tall and weighed 113 kilograms) walked in from the hotel entrance. He went straight to my wife, put his arm around her, and said, "Sorry I'm late."

Then, he took her small hand and led her away from the drunkard.

At that moment, I didn't know where the Black man was taking my wife, or what he would do to her.

Would this tall Black man turn my wife into a slut and sex slave, subservient to his large black penis?

I really hoped he would! However, the Black man didn't immediately take my wife on the spot as I had imagined. He simply led her to another table, sat down, and embraced her petite body, chatting intimately for almost an hour. Then, the Black man took my wife's hand, and they went upstairs together into a bedroom. Before they went in, some very suggestive sounds could be heard coming from there.

I quickly got up and followed my wife and the Black man upstairs. Standing in the bedroom doorway, I saw my wife being held tightly in the Black man's arms as they watched three Black men inside the bedroom gang-raping a small, white girl.

On the large bed in the bedroom, the three Black men's large penises were inserted into the girl's mouth, vagina, and anus, the violent thrusting causing the poor little girl to moan incessantly. Around them, several other Black men, their swollen penises erect, waited to enter the girl's body.

The gang rape lasted for over two hours, with five or six tall, muscular Black men taking turns ejaculating into her mouth, vagina, and anus, each of her three orifices receiving five or six streams of thick, foul-smelling semen.

Finally, the girl had been fucked unconscious; she lay sprawled on the bed, her pale, naked body exposed and defenseless. The poor girl's breasts, thighs, and buttocks were covered in pinch marks and bite marks. Semen clung to the corners of her mouth, and her vagina and anus were gaping open, the cloudy white semen staining the area around the openings and dripping onto the sheets.

Kay's new friend—the tall Black man holding her—named Deng, placed my wife on the table beside the bed, watching several Black men gang rape the girl while he fondled and fondled my wife's breasts. The stimulation of Deng's actions and the gang rape scene before her eyes ignited a burning lust in my wife's petite body. She tilted her head back, offering her red lips to Deng, and began to suck on his tongue.

At that moment, another Black man approached my wife, lifted her shirt, and pushed up the hem of her mini-skirt to her waist, exposing her two beautiful, white legs. He then groped her fair body with his black hands.

My wife clearly enjoyed the kisses and caresses. She opened her arms, spread her legs, her eyes glazed, and breathed heavily, letting the two black men's four black hands caress and rub her private parts.

My wife finally got what she wanted; she had witnessed firsthand how other white women were raped and played with by those tall, powerful black men. Her lust was aroused, and she reached out her hands to explore the groins of the two men beside her.

She wanted to find the large, engorged penises that could give her ecstasy; she wanted to be gang-raped like that girl, her vagina, anus, and mouth filled with the thick semen of these black men. Of course, this was also what I most longed for. I wanted to see my petite wife gang-raped by those tall black men, reduced to a sex slave to those large, black penises!

However, whether the men were afraid of Deng or their strength and semen were exhausted from the previous gang rape, they only caressed and rubbed my wife's body, without actually raping her. Just as I was wondering when they would strip my wife naked and throw her on the bed to rape her, Deng brought my wife to me. He told me he was taking her away to our hotel room to enjoy her virginity alone. He asked where our hotel was, and I told him it wasn't far, just a block away. I said I could take them there, and Deng nodded in agreement.

As soon as we entered the hotel room, Deng immediately stripped my wife naked, pressed her against the coffee table by the door, and began to caress and rub her naked body with his large hands. He spread her legs, positioning her vulva directly in front of his face, kissed her vulva, inserted his fingers into her vagina, and licked her anus.

Then, he inserted one, two, three, four fingers into her vagina repeatedly, then pulled them out, licking the vaginal secretions clinging to his fingers. My wife and I were both puzzled; how could he keep expanding my wife's vagina with his fingers without actually raping her?

When he took off his pants, we finally understood—his penis was enormous! My wife and I had never seen such a donkey-like penis hanging between a person's legs! My petite wife was finally about to experience the power of a huge donkey's penis!

Deng easily lifted my wife under his arm and carried her to the bedside. He threw her onto the bed, took off the rest of his shirt, and pressed his massive body down on her. Perhaps knowing how large his penis was, Deng started making love to my wife very gently.

He kissed her lips, caressed her breasts, rubbed her vulva, and used various techniques to arouse her desire and stir her emotions. This seemingly rough, black man was actually a gentle lover, a master of seduction and lovemaking!

Seeing that my wife was fully aroused, Deng lay down on the bed and had my wife climb on top of him to serve him. My petite wife lay on top of him, trying her best to open her mouth and give him oral sex, but she could only take in the head of his penis—it was just too big! Seeing that my wife had reached her limit, Deng didn't push her any further. He thrust a few times in her mouth, then rolled over, preparing to rape and ravage her tender vagina.

He took a bottle of lubricant from the pocket of his shirt, which he had tossed aside by the bed, opened the cap, and smeared it on his enormous black penis. Then, he spread my wife's legs and rubbed his large penis against her aroused, impatient vulva.

This teasing made my wife even more itchy and thirsty; she swayed her hips, trying to grasp the large penis she had longed for with her cunt. But Deng didn't want to satisfy my wife immediately. He rubbed the head of his penis against her labia, gently inserting it into her vagina, then immediately pulling it out. Although this teasing made my wife uncomfortable, it undoubtedly helped her prepare to receive his enormous penis.

Finally, Deng's huge penis slowly entered my wife's vagina, and with her moans, high and low, it was fully inside her. "Ah!" my wife cried out, saying she felt like she was being burst by Deng's penis, like the baby's head was stuck at the vaginal opening during childbirth, it was really stretching her to the point of bursting! Hearing my wife's words, I felt both excited and shocked. Deng's penis was so big! Could my wife handle it?

The discomfort slowly disappeared, replaced by an increasingly strong sexual desire and pleasure. My wife moaned, letting Deng thrust into her forcefully, causing her vaginal fluid to gush out...

Deng kept fucking her; now she was his woman, now he was giving her the greatest pleasure of her life.

A surge of sexual climax coursed through her body like a raging tide, wave after wave. Her body convulsed and trembled beneath Deng's, her head bobbing left and right on the bed, as if releasing the demons of lust within her.

They kept making love, kept making love, as if they never wanted to stop. My wife held Deng's body tightly with both hands, her vagina locking onto his penis. She absolutely did not want to give up the pleasure she had just experienced; she would not allow his penis to leave her body.

Deng thrust into my wife with the ferocity of a pile driver, moaning loudly as they both entered a breathtaking climax…

Deng rolled off my wife onto the bed, both of them gasping for breath. My wife lay there with her legs wide open, as if flattened by Deng, her body almost buried in the sheets. Her legs were spread wide, her vagina, still open from Deng's violation, oozing cloudy semen. Damn, it was so lewd! Beside her, the thick, black penis that had just possessed my wife's swollen vulva writhed slightly between Deng's legs, seemingly proclaiming the joy of possession.

Throughout the entire process of my wife being raped and ravaged by that thick, black penis, I watched with excitement while busily recording it all with my digital video camera. From my wife's radiant face, I saw her expression of excitement, joy, and lust; her beautiful and captivating expression was beyond words.

I know that my wife enjoys being raped by black men with their big dicks; I also know that I enjoy watching her being raped by them.

However, the joy we feel is indescribable...

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Since the last time my wife and I attended the "Black and White Zebra" party, Kay has been completely conquered by the big dicks of black men and their violent and fierce sexual acts.

At that party, she witnessed five or six tall, strong black men gang-raping a delicate, weak white woman, shooting their thick, smelly semen into the poor little woman's vagina, anus, and mouth several times.

She also personally experienced the huge, powerful black dicks of black men, being fucked to the point of death by Deng in the hotel room. The all-night rape gave her countless orgasms, and she had completely submitted to Deng's lewd power, becoming a sex slave to that huge black dick.

Once the door of lust is opened, things become difficult to control. For months after that, my wife and I spent our weekends like this: my petite wife was ravaged by the large penis of a black man, while I endured the humiliation and sensory stimulation.

Every day I received emails from my wife's black sex master, Deng, instructing me to dress her up in clothes that showcased her sexy figure and face, and then send her to his designated location on Friday nights for his use.

Each time I took my wife there, Deng would greet her at the door, and from then until Sunday evening, my wife was a wanton slave under that black man's huge black penis, allowing her master to ravage and defile her beautiful body. While my wife was being

wantonly played with and raped by that black man, I was often required to stay and serve them. I had to keep drinks and snacks ready and bring them in immediately if they needed them; I also had to prepare towels, shower gel, and bath water for them, and after Deng had had his fill of my wife, I had to help them wash their bodies and massage the black man's body, which was exhausted from over-fucking my wife. Whenever Deng wanted to take my wife out to meet his friends for gang rape, I had to act as his driver.

What humiliated and aroused me most was that after they finished raping my wife, they would demand that I clean Kay's body, which was covered in their foul-smelling semen, so that they could play with her again. First, I had to lick clean the foul-smelling liquid that flowed from my wife's vagina and anus, a mixture of the black men's semen and my wife's vaginal fluid. Then, I would carefully massage my wife's swollen vulva and anus, which had been penetrated by those large black penises, with my lips and tongue. Next, I would lick up the semen that the black men had ejaculated on my wife's stomach, breasts, cheeks, thighs, and toes, bit by bit, and swallow it.

In addition, my wife would often spit the semen that the men had ejaculated in her mouth that she couldn't finish eating or swallowing into my mouth, and, as ordered by the black men, she would tightly cover my mouth with her lips, not allowing me to spit out the semen, until I swallowed all that disgusting, foul-smelling semen.

Kay was completely controlled and tamed by her sex master—the tall, strong black man, Deng. Deng relentlessly fucked my wife day and night on weekends, giving her endless orgasms.

Due to the excessive frequency of the fucking, my wife's vulva and anus were constantly swollen and red. Her labia had become increasingly dark and purple from prolonged over-congestion. Her vagina had become so loose from being stretched by the huge black penis that when I made love to her, my penis no longer felt the comfortable and stimulating sensation of being gripped by her vagina as it used to.

Her anus was also often wide open, clearly her sphincter muscles had been injured by the large black penises that had been ravaging her day and night. But Kay didn't seem to care at all. She never complained. She knew that she was now Deng and his black friends' weekend sex slave and sex toy, and she was willing to be gang-raped, abused, and ravaged by them.

Another weekend came, and I sent my newly dressed wife to Deng's house as instructed. This time, Deng first roughly stripped my wife naked, pressed her petite body onto the bed, and fiercely fucked her. Then he began training her as a sex slave. Deng ordered my wife to kneel naked before him, her face directly facing his thick, dark penis. He then instructed her on how to worship his black penis. My wife

was first required to respectfully caress his black penis, scrotum, and anus with her soft, slender, and beautiful little hands, and then to kiss and lick those ugly and filthy parts with her lips and tongue. My wife was required to revere his penis, which brought her endless pain and pleasure, as if it were a god.

I thought to myself, was my charming and sexy petite wife going to be completely possessed by them, body and soul? However, I did not feel anger or jealousy; the intense, lewd sexual stimulation overshadowed the feeling of humiliation in my heart.

After my wife had rubbed and caressed his penis with her hands, lips, tongue, cheeks, breasts, and any part of her body, fully arousing his lust, Deng began to fuck my wife's mouth with his engorged, thick penis. Each time, he would deeply insert his penis, as thick and long as a donkey's penis, into my wife's mouth, then violently thrust in and out, all the way to her throat.

Deng's brutal oral sex often caused my wife to suffocate. Every time he pulled his penis out of her mouth, she couldn't stop vomiting, and then, before my wife could even catch her breath, Deng's large penis would once again be deeply inserted into her throat. This cycle repeated itself. Amid my wife's gagging and the stimulation of her mouth and tongue, Deng would eventually either ejaculate into my wife's throat or smear his semen on her cheeks and breasts, and then my wife would clean his penis clean. Only then would the slave training be considered over.

However, Deng's lust was not fully released, and his training of my wife could not end there.

This strong, sexually voracious demon, before his thick, long, black penis had even fully softened, began a new round of training and tormenting my wife.

His large, charred hands, as big as bear paws, roughly kneaded my wife's fair, delicate body. Her breasts, thighs, tender feet, plump buttocks, and soft shoulders and back were covered with red marks from his pinching and rubbing. After playing with her for a while, Deng made my wife turn around, kneel on the ground, crawling on all fours like a dog, her legs spread wide, her tender white buttocks exposed before him.

Deng knelt behind my wife, parted her buttocks with his hands, and then rubbed his large penis against her labia, slowly moving forward while his hands continued to caress my wife's buttocks and vulva. I knew he was stimulating and arousing my wife's lust, filling her vagina with vaginal fluid for his defilement. I watched as Deng's penis slowly increased its force, thrusting deeper and deeper into my wife's vagina.

Damn! Deng's penis was incredibly long; most of his 20-centimeter-long cock was already inside, but a large portion was still sticking out. I'd heard that a woman's vagina is usually about 10 centimeters long, and for a petite woman like my wife, it must be less than 10 centimeters.

Deng's penis continued to penetrate my wife's vagina. For such a large penis, my wife's vagina was far too small, so with each thrust, the tender flesh of her vaginal opening was pulled inwards, and her labia pulled together, tightly enveloping Deng's large penis.

Deng's penis finally reached the hilt of my wife's vagina, his scrotum pressed against her clitoris, causing my wife to shudder. I was astonished that my wife's vagina could accommodate Deng's entire shaft. Had his glans already penetrated her uterus? If so, wouldn't my wife have been thoroughly fucked by this despicable black man?

But my wife didn't seem worried about her health. With each slow thrust from Deng, the vaginal fluids from Kay were continuously drawn out, flowing down her thighs and Deng's penis to the floor. Clearly, they were enjoying this lovemaking. My wife began to moan softly, her body swaying back and forth with Deng's movements, seemingly encouraging him to thrust harder.

At this moment, Deng's thrusting force noticeably increased; his long, drooping scrotum swung back and forth, slapping against my wife's very sensitive clitoris. Kay's expression became dazed, her moans growing louder; I knew she was about to climax.

Finally, Deng let out a muffled howl, the violent thrusting abruptly ceasing. His lower abdomen pressed tightly against my wife's buttocks, his body trembling and convulsing, ejaculating a large amount of semen into Kay's uterus. As soon as Deng's penis withdrew from my wife's body, Kay immediately collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath, cloudy semen flowing from her vagina.

I knew it was my turn now, but don't get me wrong, it wasn't my turn to enjoy my wife's body, it was my turn to serve them. All weekend, Deng and Kay wouldn't allow me to enjoy my wife's body. Kay wanted to belong entirely to Deng and his black friends for the two days and two nights. She didn't want my semen to defile her body; she wanted to be pure and loyal to her sex master and his friends. All I could do was serve them diligently.

I brought drinks and snacks, handed Deng a clean, soft towel to wipe the sweat from vigorously raping my wife, and then I went to my wife and gently wiped her swollen, dirty vulva and buttocks with the warm, soft towel. Kay's vaginal opening was slightly torn, with a few drops of blood; her body trembled with pain when I wiped it.

Kay grabbed my hand, indicating that I should clean her vulva with my mouth.

I looked at her vulva, covered in Deng's semen, and felt somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't because I found other men's semen dirty, but mainly because I felt somewhat embarrassed doing this in front of Deng. At that moment, Kay grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her genitals, so I had no choice but to press my lips to her labia.

After my careful cleaning, my wife slowly recovered from her orgasm. Her vulva was cleaned by my licking, and her labia, after being warmed, were a bright red. Due to the stimulation of my tongue, drops of clear, lustful fluid seeped from her bright red cleft, exuding an alluring scent.

Deng was very satisfied with my work. He kept my wife in a position with her legs spread apart, completely exposing her alluring vulva to him. Kay either nestled in Deng's arms or sat on his lap, and they kissed incessantly, drinking the wine I served them while savoring the blissful feeling of their lovemaking.

Although they were resting, Deng never stopped playing with my wife's body. He held her body, pinching her nipples one moment and fingering her vagina and anus the next, while Kay was constantly being played with until she gasped and moaned.

In our married life, my wife had never experienced such intense and continuous sexual stimulation, so she was in a state of high arousal. She completely forgot the humiliation, the pain, any moral constraints of being a wife, the time and space, wholeheartedly enjoying the stimulation and orgasms brought to her by Deng's large penis, willingly accepting Deng's manipulation and training.

At this moment, Deng had tightly bound my wife's hands, then pulled her up, dragged her bound hands over her head, and fixed them to a hook on the ceiling. My wife's petite, fair body was stretched straight, only her delicate toes touching the ground.

I thought her hands and feet must be in a lot of pain, and I felt sorry for her. I wanted to tell Deng not to play with my wife like this; but before I could say anything, Kai shook her head vigorously at me, then smiled seductively at Deng, telling him to discipline and play with her severely.

Deng, of course, showed no mercy to my wife. He ignored my worried expression and pleading eyes, and showed no pity for my wife's vulva and anus, which were still bleeding from his previous fucking. He forcefully inserted his thick, hard fingers into my wife's vagina, one, two, three... He inserted four fingers into her vagina and began to thrust back and forth vigorously, while his thumb rubbed my wife's clitoris.

After a while, Deng replaced his fingers with an electric dildo, and wave after wave of orgasms assaulted my wife's suspended body, making her naked body sway uncontrollably back and forth and side to side like a swinger.

Next, Deng took nipple clamps and clipped them onto my wife's two engorged, erect, bright red nipples. The sharp clamps pierced Kay's skin, stimulating her lust, and she immediately screamed, her moans filled with lust.

Deng gave her no time to catch her breath. He gripped a whip made of velvet strips (it is said that whips made of this material are heavy, but the surface is soft, so they won't hurt the skin, yet they are very powerful, causing pain and stimulation to the one being whipped), and lashed my wife's breasts, lower abdomen, vulva, and buttocks mercilessly.

My wife's suspended body was whipped around like a spinning top, her toes screeching against the wooden floor, making a heart-wrenching "squeak" sound. I was truly afraid that her toes would break.

At this moment, Deng put down the whip and pulled my wife's feet off the ground, but he wasn't worried about her toes breaking; rather, he was about to torture my beloved wife even more cruelly. He pulled my wife's legs behind her back, then tied them with rope, forcefully spreading them apart, and pulled the rope to the ceiling.

This suspended my wife's body, arching it like a capital "C," with her legs spread wide, resembling a large "hole." Deng pressed the vibrating dildo still inside my wife's vagina further in, then lashed the whip again, lashing her wide-open vulva and anus.

Each lash elicited a scream from my wife, each lift bringing up a trickle of vaginal fluid.

With each swing of the whip, Kay was tormented by the peak of sexual desire; amidst my wife's screams, my heart rose and fell with the vaginal fluid that dripped onto my face from the whip.

I felt proud that Kay could enjoy and experience such an orgasm, and proud to have such a beautiful and sexy woman. In Deng's brutality, I discovered my wife's beauty—a beauty she had never known before.

Whipping, rape, humiliation, torture… Kay endured sexual abuse unimaginable to most women, and experienced orgasms unlike anything most women had ever felt. During the whipping, Deng's large penis once again penetrated Kay's vagina and anus; during the torture, Deng once again ejaculated into Kay's throat…

Finally, Deng was exhausted; he could no longer play with my wife. He ordered me to lower her from the ceiling.

My wife, tormented by the whipping and orgasms, could not stand. After being untied, she lay directly on the floor, writhing and moaning softly.

Deng wasn't ready to let her go. He straddled Kay's head, his large, dark buttocks resting on Kay's face, ordering her to lick his anus; but Kay no longer had the strength to obey. Deng, enraged, stood up, urinated on Kay's head, and left the room.

Seeing Deng leave the room, I quickly ran over and helped my wife up from the floor, then helped her to the bathroom to wash her. I first filled the bathtub with hot water, then gently lowered my wife into it, slowly withdrawing the vibrating penis that had been inserted into her vagina.

The prolonged rape and abuse had left my wife utterly exhausted. She lay quietly in the bathtub, letting me wash and caress her body like a child. Her breasts and vulva were swollen from Deng's strokes; although the marks weren't obvious on the skin, the flesh beneath was clearly badly injured. Every wash and touch caused her pain; she would even grab my hand, moaning and begging me to be gentler.

Just as I finished washing my wife, Deng returned to the room and told me to dress her again. He handed me a white, transparent top and made my wife put it on, but forbade her to wear a bra, leaving her red, erect nipples clearly visible beneath the white fabric.

Next, Deng made her put on black stockings, a very short black skirt, and black high heels with five-inch heels. Finally, Deng inserted the vibrating dildo back into her vagina. Everything was ready, and Deng said he would take my wife out for a trip.

I drove them to a crowded adult bookstore and video store on the street. Deng said he wanted to take my wife inside to show everyone her sexiness and charm. Deng pulled my wife out of the car and led the scantily clad Kay into the adult bookstore and video store, which was packed with perverts and thugs.

My wife felt extremely ashamed, her face flushed, and she was at a loss, letting Deng lead her through the crowd.

When the guys in the store who were looking at and selecting pornographic books and videos saw my wife among them, they immediately started to jeer. Some whistled and winked, some said lewd things to my wife and made obscene gestures, and some even reached out and pinched my wife's breasts and buttocks as she passed by.

Deng laughed happily. He reached out and pulled up the hem of my wife's short skirt, showing everyone that my wife had an electric vibrator inserted into her vagina. The huge thing was half inside my wife's vagina and half outside. My wife had to hold it with her hand from time to time to prevent it from falling out.

When the crowd saw my wife’s disheveled state, they burst into lewd and noisy shouts. They were all amazed by my wife’s beautiful vulva, beautiful pubic hair and overflowing lustful fluid. They all wanted to immediately press my wife down and rape her.

However, everything was under Deng’s control. He shouted loudly, pushed away the hands that wanted to hug and molest my wife, and then he took my wife to a high platform, ripped off her white top, exposing her entire upper body, and then shouted to the onlookers: “You can only look, but you can’t touch!!”

Then he pulled the black short skirt up to my wife’s waist, exposing her vulva and buttocks, which were not wearing underwear, to everyone. Deng shouted: “Look, everyone, who has ever seen such a flirtatious and lewd woman? Look at her vulva, how beautiful, how charming!!”

(5)

After several weekends of intense training, rape and slavery, Kai’s master Deng felt that my wife was ready both psychologically and physiologically and could proceed to the next stage of training. In the next phase, Deng planned to train Kay into a shameless, wanton prostitute for black men to play with at will.

Another weekend arrived, and following Deng's instructions, I delivered Kay to his residence. At Deng's house, Kay was brutally raped by Deng for most of the morning and afternoon, almost without pause.

After Kay's master had his fill, I carried my wife to the bathroom, cleaned her body stained with Deng's semen, and dressed her again as instructed. I dressed her in the very revealing, thin clothes Deng had prepared for her; her nipples and vulva were almost completely exposed. Then, Deng held my wife on the sofa, caressing and playing with her, while I brought them wine and snacks.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, and Deng told me to open the door. Because of her revealing attire, Kay wanted to leave the living room and hide in the bedroom, but Deng wouldn't allow her to leave. I opened the door and saw a white couple standing there. Deng loudly ushered them in and introduced them, saying, "This is my friend Brian and his wife Kim."

The couple were both in their thirties, very beautiful, and had great figures. Kim's physique was even more alluring than Kay's, and her breasts appeared much larger.

As soon as Kim entered the room, she went to Deng, embraced him tightly, and kissed each other on the lips, sucking on each other's tongues. Then, Deng made Kim kneel before him, saying, "You know what you're going to do, right?"

Kim knelt before Deng, reached out and lifted Deng's bathrobe. Underneath, Deng wasn't wearing underwear, so his thick, black penis was immediately exposed to Kim's face. Without hesitation, Kim immediately took Deng's penis into her mouth and began to lick and suck it earnestly. While enjoying Kim's oral sex, Deng said to Kay and me, "You know what? Kim is also a slut I trained. She's been my sex slave for a long time."

Just as Kim was giving Deng deepthroating, I saw her husband, Brian, greedily watching his wife lick Deng's large, black penis with her scarlet lips, while simultaneously rubbing his own erect penis through his pants, his face showing enjoyment and satisfaction; at the same time, he kept stealing glances at Kay's body.

I think that guy must have seen my wife's breasts and vulva.

Meanwhile, Deng was still comfortably enjoying Kim's oral sex. He was lying on the sofa, his two thick, black legs raised to his chest, his entire hairy, dark genitals exposed to Kim. Kim licked Deng's penis, scrotum, and anus with his mouth and tongue, while stroking Deng's buttocks, thighs, and lower abdomen with his hands.

Kim's movements were incredibly skilled, her licking pressure and angles precise. She first gently licked and teased Deng's glans, then probed the tip of her tongue into his urethra, stirring lightly. Next, she took his entire penis deep into her mouth, licking the shaft back and forth with her tongue. Then, she moved her head up and down rapidly, making Deng's penis thrust in and out of her mouth like a vaginal penetration. She then spat out his saliva-covered penis, extending her tongue down the shaft from the glans to the testicles, licking the scrotum for a while before sucking them into her mouth and rubbing them with her tongue. Continuing downwards, her tongue finally reached Deng's filthy anus, circling it a few times before inserting it directly into his smelly asshole, where it began to move like a piston.

Finally, Deng had had enough of Kim's oral service. He told Kim to stop, to take off his clothes, and to lie down on the bed. On that bed, my wife had just been raped by Deng for almost the entire day. Kim lay down, legs spread wide, exposing her vulva completely.

During this time, Deng tied my wife's hands with rope and hung them from iron hooks on the ceiling. My wife's hands were suspended overhead, fixed in place, unable to move. Deng said to Kay, "Now you watch carefully, watch how Kim accepts her master's training, how she becomes a proper sex slave, how she becomes a slutty prostitute."

After saying this, Deng picked up the whip he had used to beat my wife that day, walked to Kim, who was lying sprawled on the bed, and lashed her breasts and vulva with the whip. Then, he inserted the huge vibrating dildo into Kim's vagina, clamped nipple clamps onto her breasts, and continued to violently whip her body.

Under Deng's abuse, Kim groaned incessantly, her body trembling and rolling on the bed. The vibrating dildo ravaged Kim's vagina, and Kim's vaginal fluids soaked the sheets.

Under Deng's brutal whipping and the stimulation of the vibrating dildo, Kim experienced wave after wave of orgasms. She moaned wantonly, gripping the electric dildo inserted into her vagina, repeatedly pulling it out and inserting it. She was raping herself with that dildo, and she was also pleasing her sex master Deng through this masturbation.

My wife was hanging there, helplessly watching the lewd scene before her. She wanted to rub her clitoris, she wanted that penis to be thrust into her body to relieve her aroused sexual desire.

At this moment, Deng had Brian tie a long rod he had made to Kay's ankles to spread my wife's legs wide apart. Then, Deng pulled the dildo, which was covered in her vaginal fluid, out of Kim's vagina and inserted it into my wife's anus, turning up the power so that the dildo would violently fuck my wife's anus. Returning to Kim

, Deng inserted his already rock-hard penis into Kim's vagina and began thrusting in and out. In this way, Deng, in front of Kay, Brian, and me, shamelessly raped Brian's wife.

Kim, standing only about 1.60 meters tall, looked like a pitiful little Barbie doll beneath Deng's 1.97-meter frame, seemingly unable to withstand the ravages of such a tall and robust man. However, Kim's petite body and delicate vagina had clearly undergone rigorous training, perfectly capable of accommodating the insertion of Deng's 20-centimeter-long penis.

Deng thrust rapidly and powerfully into Kim's body, his thick, hard penis causing Kim to gasp repeatedly, her moans growing louder and louder with each penetration. As Deng penetrated deeper, waves of orgasm washed over her. While raping Kim, Deng instructed Brian to prepare Kay for his training and rape.

Brian sat in a nearby chair, intently watching Deng rape his wife Kim, occasionally stealing glances at Kay's body, half-suspended by ropes from the ceiling, ogling his wife's almost completely naked flesh. Upon hearing Deng's command, he stood up, walked to my wife, ripped off her shirt, and grabbed Kay's breasts with both hands, beginning to vigorously rub them. Kay trembled, her head thrown back, and she groaned loudly.

Then, Brian tore off Kay's skirt, pinching her nipple hard with one hand while his other hand reached down and began to violate her vagina with his fingers. With the dildo still inserted in Kay's anus, this further torment by Brian brought her to a peak of sexual desire; she reached orgasm, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina.

Brian pulled his finger, which was covered in Kay's vaginal fluid, and put it in her mouth for her to lick, humiliating her as he said, "Look how lewd you are! You're such a filthy whore! The more you're tortured, the more excited you get, you're a born slut!!"

With that, Brian reinserted his finger into Kay's wet vagina, digging and probing vigorously; at the same time, his other hand gripped the dildo inserted into Kay's anus, pulling it out sharply and then thrusting it back in, constantly stimulating Kay, preparing for Deng's subsequent rape.

Then, Brian went to a nearby table, scooped a dollop of Vaseline from a jar on the table, smeared it on his hands, and then returned to Kay's side, kneeling down so that his face was level with her vulva. Brian looked up, meeting Kay's eyes, and asked, "Do you want me to fuck your vagina, which has been opened up by that big black cock?"

Kay immediately groaned, a voice emanating from the depths of her heart—no, from the very depths of her soul:

"Yes—"

Brian began slapping Kay's vagina, which had been greatly dilated by Deng's large cock, with the back of his hand, producing a "thump, thump" echo. Kay arched her genitals forward to better receive Brian's slaps. Her labia and clitoris became engorged and swollen from Brian's slaps, and the sensitive clitoris received more and stronger stimulation because of the swelling, causing Kay to experience another intense orgasm.

Watching my wife being played with like this by Brian, my penis uncontrollably rose, creating a large bulge in my pants, making me feel extremely embarrassed. Watching Kay being humiliated by a man who had also been cuckolded, and thinking that while Brian was playing with another man's wife, my wife was also being played with by another man, a very complicated feeling welled up inside me. I wanted Brian to play with my wife more freely, because it would make me feel that Kay was even more despicable and lewd. I liked it when Kay was truly a wanton, promiscuous whore.

Brian seemed to hear my thoughts, and he played with my wife even more brazenly. He pulled up the long rod tied to Kay's ankles, spreading her legs apart, exposing my wife's vulva to his face. Then, he inserted two fingers into Kay's overflowing vagina and began to thrust in and out. Then, he inserted another finger, then a fourth finger, until Brian had inserted his entire hand into my wife's vagina.

Kay seemed to enjoy Brian's manipulation; she tried to lift her buttocks as high as possible, bravely encircling Brian's hand with her vulva, as if trying to suck his entire arm into her stomach. Throughout this process, Kay was immersed in sexual climax; she trembled and moaned continuously. I noticed that because Brian had inserted his entire hand into Kay's vagina, his thumb would touch Kay's G-spot with every thrust, which excited Kay even more.

Just then, Deng had had enough of Kim; he didn't ejaculate because he still wanted to fuck Kay. Deng pulled his still-erect penis out of Kim's body, moved behind Kay, and let Brian continue to handjob Kay's vagina, while he himself held his large, black penis, covered in Kim's vaginal fluid, in one hand, and pulled the dildo out of Kay's anus with the other. He then forcefully thrust his real penis into Kay's anus and began to thrust violently.

Being attacked by two men from both sides, Kay was experiencing peak pleasure. She convulsed and cried out, muttering incoherently, "Fuck me, fuck me..." Meanwhile, the two men in front of and behind her continued to thrust, repeatedly shouting, "Fuck you! Fuck you bitch!..."

After a while, the two men untied Kay from the ropes and carried her to the bed where Kim had been lying and being fucked. Then, like a giant pile driver, Deng pressed my wife down on top of her, pounding down on her. His thick, long black penis violently thrust back and forth in Kay's vagina and anus, as if trying to break through her body.

Kay seemed to have lost consciousness from being fucked; she no longer moaned, but simply writhed her battered body back and forth with Deng's movements. It was a truly breathtaking scene. Deng was like a massive, heavy tank, about to crush my wife, who lay beneath him as small and weak as a rag doll.

...

The weekend's training finally ended. Deng was very satisfied with the performance of the two female slaves and also praised Brian and me highly. He said, "Without your selfless dedication and active participation, our training wouldn't have achieved such satisfactory results." Then, Deng suggested we go out for dinner together, and he would treat us.

Brian and I busied ourselves cleaning our wives' bodies and dressing them in very revealing clothes as Deng requested. Then, we went together to a restaurant not far from Deng's house. Deng lived in a predominantly Black neighborhood, and the restaurant was also run by Black people. Therefore, the owner and waiters were Black, and almost all the customers were Black. Upon

arriving at the restaurant, Deng found a large table in the center, and we all sat down. Deng sat between Kay and Kim, and Brian and I sat opposite them. As soon as they sat down, Kay and Kim's expressions turned strange. It turned out that Deng had already impatiently inserted his thick, black fingers into their vaginas. Neither Kay nor Kim was wearing underwear, and their short skirts could no longer cover their large, white buttocks after they sat down.

In this crowded restaurant, Kay and Kim's genitals were exposed, their legs spread wide, being not only fingered by their sex employer but also stared at by the male waiters and other diners.

After dinner, we returned to Deng's house. Deng had the two women undress again, then lay on the bed vulva-to-vulva. Deng picked up a large, double-headed dildo and inserted both ends into Kay and Kim's vaginas, then made them move back and forth, causing the dildo inside their vaginas to pump.

Next, Deng had me rub and caress Kim's breasts and clitoris, and had Brian tease and play with Kay's body.

After a while, Deng removed the double-headed dildo from their vaginas, made them kneel side by side on the bed, and had Brian and me stand behind Kim and Kay respectively to fuck each other's wives, while he stood in front of their faces, taking turns fucking Kay and Kim's mouths with his own black penis.

The scene in the house was incredibly lewd. Two white husbands, under the command of their wives' sex masters, fought side by side, fucking each other's wives with all their might; while the two poor women, with their masters' penises in their mouths and their husbands' penises inserted into their vaginas, swayed back and forth, helplessly enduring the rape of three men.

Soon, all three men reached the peak of their sexual desire, and we howled together. Brian and I ejaculated the semen we had been holding back for two days into each other's wives' bodies, while Deng swung his big black penis and sprayed semen onto the faces of the two women like a machine gun...

I will never forget such a lewd, exciting, and beautiful scene!

(6)

That Sunday, we returned home very late from Kay's sex master, Deng. Kay and I were exhausted, and we went to bed immediately after arriving home.

The next morning, I was awakened by Kay's moans, and when I looked at the time, it was already 8:30. Oh no, I'm going to be late for work. As I frantically got out of bed and dressed, I realized that Kay seemed to be in bad shape.

It turned out that the continuous, intense sex and Deng's training and abuse over the weekend had taken a toll on Kay's body. Her wrists, toes, breasts, vulva, and buttocks were swollen, and she couldn't go to work. I had no choice but to call her and ask for leave for both of us; she would rest at home while I took care of her.

We rested together at home for two days, and thank goodness, Kay's body finally regained its usual vitality! However, a woman's body is truly resilient; it could withstand such brutal torture. Thinking about what kind of training and abuse might follow, I wanted to persuade Kay to give up this game.

I said to Kai, "Honey, I've been thinking about this at home these past two days, and I think maybe we should end this game. I don't want you to get hurt. Should we stop going to see Deng?"

Kai looked at me, reached out and patted my face, saying, "Honey, are you worried? Don't worry, our game has only just begun. I really want to see what new and exciting things will happen next."

"But... I'm worried about your health. I think we should go back to our old lives..."

"No, why would you think that? Do you think we can go back to... "

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