She knelt on the hotel carpet, naked except for the thin leather collar around her neck. Her husband sat in the chair by the window, cock already out, stroking slow while he watched. Across from her stood Marcus, six-foot-three, thick black cock hanging heavy between his legs, half-hard and already bigger than anything she'd ever taken.
"Open your mouth, slut," Marcus said, voice low and direct.
Lisa parted her lips without hesitation. She'd stopped pretending weeks ago. The first time Marcus fucked her, she'd told her husband it was just once. Now she was here every weekend, collared, dripping, ready to be used.
Marcus stepped forward and slapped his cock against her cheek, leaving a wet smear. "Suck it like you mean it."
She took the head in, tongue working the underside, tasting salt and skin. He grabbed her hair and pushed deeper, not stopping until her nose pressed against his stomach. She gagged once, throat tightening, then relaxed the way he'd trained her. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits.
Her husband groaned from the chair. "Fuck, look at her. She never did that for me."
Marcus pulled out, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock. "Because she wasn't a slave for you. Stand up."
Lisa rose. Marcus turned her around and bent her over the bed. He kicked her feet apart and rubbed the fat head of his cock along her slit.
She was soaked, had been since she walked in. He pushed in slow at first, letting her feel every inch stretching her open, then slammed the rest home in one thrust.
She cried out, fingers clawing the sheets. He didn't wait. He fucked her hard, hips slapping her ass, each stroke bottoming out against her cervix. Her husband watched, breathing ragged, hand moving faster on his smaller cock.
Marcus reached down and grabbed her collar, pulling her upright so her back arched. "Tell him whose pussy this is now."
"Yours," she gasped. "It's your pussy. I'm your sex slave."
"Louder."
"I'm your black cock slave! Fuck me harder!"
He did. One hand stayed on the collar, the other reached around to rub her clit in rough circles. She came fast, legs shaking, cunt clenching around him. He didn't stop. He kept pounding through it until she was whimpering, then pulled out and flipped her onto her back.
He climbed on the bed and straddled her chest, feeding his cock back into her mouth. She sucked greedily while he fucked her face, balls slapping her chin. When he pulled out again he stroked once, twice, and shot thick ropes across her face and tits. She licked what she could reach, eyes half-lidded.
Her husband came in his hand a second later, quiet and quick.
Marcus wiped his cock on her cheek. "Clean up. We're not done. Your husband paid for the whole night."
Lisa smiled around the mess on her face. She had no intention of leaving until morning.
