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Under the Table Deal

By: Spassmacher5000



My adorable wife Elise was getting ready for our business meeting, and she had never looked better. Her tiny frame fit tightly into her sleek purple dress. The silky material hung from two thin straps, covering her from her cleavage to half way down her thighs. Her brown hair flowed half way down her back, and her five foot two inch height was slightly elevated by high heels. 

I admired her beautiful body as she applied her makeup. For her thin body, her breasts were surprisingly full, and her small butt still had a nice shape to it, perfectly pushed up by her heels. Thoughts ran through my mind about what I might do to her when we got home, but this meeting had to be the priority for my attention.

My wife and I ran a small business, and we had been contacted by someone with a similar operation, to meet over drinks in an expensive restaurant. I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, but I had to stay in charge. I wouldn't accept any other arrangement. I had built all this with my wife doing the paperwork, and I was not about to lose everything I worked so hard for.

We arrived at the restaurant right on time, only to find that our mysterious businessman had not yet appeared. The waiter guided us to a private table on the second floor. The booth our associate had reserved for us had a small round table with a U-shaped padded seat around it. There was even a swinging privacy door, one for each table in this secluded section. We took our seats and waited.

Ten minutes went by. "I've heard they do this." I said to my wife, who raised an eyebrow at me. "Executives. I hear they make their rivals wait before meetings, to show them who's in charge. I swear, if he thinks he can show dominance by wasting our time like this, he's bullying the wrong guy!"

"Bill, please. Nobody is bullying you. I'm sure he's just stuck in traffic and he'll apologize when he gets here."

"He better not be trying to take my business either. We have a fair partnership, or I'm walking away."

"Honey, relax. It's just a few drinks, not a takeover."

Despite her assurances, I nervously continued to worry for another five minutes when he finally showed up. My wife and I stood from our seats at either side of the table to greet him.

He was a giant man. Well over six feet tall, in an expensive suit, and to my surprise, he was black. I was fine with that, I had no problem with it at all, but for a moment, I was shocked.

"I see you found the place. Call me Dwayne." He said with a big smile, extending his huge hand. He didn't even apologize for making us wait. I went to shake his hand, and his grip eclipsed my own, squeezing so hard I almost whimpered. He released me and turned to my wife.

"You look beautiful, Miss." My wife nervously thanked him and began to step aside so he could sit down. "No, please, after you." He insisted, having her scoot down to the back of the U-shaped booth so that I was on one side of her while he was on the other, with the table between us.

For the first few minutes, we talked about the town, the economy and how our businesses were doing. No numbers and no talk of any deal, just idle chat. Then our drinks arrived, and after a few sips, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, and something else under the table I didn't quite see from my view.

"Ahhh, that's better. It feels so good to relax." He sighed, lifting his arms to the back of the seat and leaning back with a smile. I was a little relieved things were getting more casual, but when I glanced at my wife, she had gone ghostly pale. She was staring towards his lap with her brown eyes wide, and her mouth had fallen slightly open. I was worried she was feeling ill as all the blood had left her face.

"Honey? Is everything all right?" I asked, concerned. She was transfixed, as if in a trance, staring so hard at his crotch it looked like her eyes would pop out. "Honey?" I asked. Dwayne just looked at her and smirked. "F-fine, dear... everything's... f-fine." Elise finally responded, without tearing her eyes away from what had captured her attention.

I was about to ask her more, but Dwayne cut me off. Now he asked about numbers. Now he wanted to know how our sales were. Normally I would ask my wife, but she was nearly catatonic, still staring silently at Dwayne's lap, embarrassing me. I had no idea what was beneath the table, blocked from my view but offered openly to hers.

I stuttered and stammered, trying to think of figures while growing increasingly concerned for my wife. I glanced at her every couple seconds while I tried to think. "Um, honey? Do you remember the... honey?" I implored. Still she stared, pale and motionless.

Dwayne joined me in shifting focus to my wife's expertise. "Yes Elise, tell me..." Dwayne said as he dropped one hand off the seat and down to his lap. "How is your business doing, hmm? Elise... how big is it?" Dwayne asked her with a smirk as I vaguely noticed his shoulder begin shifting back and forth, as if the hand he dropped down was moving back and forth beneath my view.

Elise's only response was a long, low groan. "Ughhhhhh..." came from her slightly parted lips. Though they were still seated several feet apart, her stare was strong, but now her eyebrows creased, giving her pale face an expression of weakness. In trying to appear strong in front of our business rival, she was not helping. And neither was I.

"Elise, please..." I begged her, and finally I got her to speak. "Our numbers are, um... uh... we've gone up by... by five percent in the last... year. Oh God... please... um, please don't ask anything more." She whimpered. I could tell she was trying to maintain her composure, but she was losing it. I had almost given up hope. Dwayne was loving this. His shoulder was moving faster and faster. His hand must really be moving in his lap. Was he okay?

"Ah, I can see you are the person I want to talk to. Please, Elise, slide yourself over here, closer to me, so we can talk." Dwayne strongly suggested, pumping his hand in his lap hard and fast as he stared deeply into my wife's trembling eyes. Finally, she looked at me, but not with confidence. She looked like she was silently begging me for help.

After a few agonizing seconds, Dwayne impatiently looked to me. "Bill, you're in charge here. We can make a lot of money together. But first, I need to talk to your wife about numbers." Hearing him tell me that I was in charge gave me a brief moment of confidence. This had gone so badly already, we were falling apart, but maybe if my wife could just focus on the numbers she was so good with, we could impress him and get through this.

I forced myself to look into my wife's terrified brown eyes. "Elise, sweetie... just do what he wants." She looked heartbroken. Dwayne, however, smiled even wider and pumped his hand slowly and deliberately under the table in response. Still, she hesitated. "You heard the man... let's get down to business." He confidently commanded behind her.

Slowly turning her face away from me, Elise stared back down to Dwayne's lap and groaned weakly. As he continued to pump his hand and smile, she began inching her way over to him, scooting her little butt across the seat. The closer she got, the slower she moved, until she was at last within reach and he finally stopped pumping his hand and slipped it behind her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Profits and losses are private things, Elise," Dwayne lectured, "So we need to keep this conversation close and quiet." As if to comfort her, Dwayne dropped his other hand off the back of the seat and held her hand in it. Though his grasp had nearly eclipsed my own back when we met, poor little Elise's hand completely disappeared in his. So much so that I barely noticed him drag her small hand under the table.

Another groan came from Elise, only louder and with her eyes fluttering half-shut. Now it was Elise's shoulder that appeared to be swinging slightly back and forth, her own hand continuing whatever Dwayne was occupied with before.

"Now Elise," Dwayne said almost mockingly, "Tell me more about your expenses." He said with a smile. "Th-the..." Elise was almost incapable of speech now. She gulped loudly and tried again. "The way we... the way we do things... we, um... we, uh... oh god... we can't... we can't keep doing this!" Elise cried out. Once again, I wanted to interject, but with the two of them talking so close now, I was effectively cut out of the conversation all together.

"Why Elise, what do you mean by that?" Dwayne smugly asked. Elise was nearly sobbing, and her arm was moving harder and faster. Her other hand reached over now. "Bill, I'm sorry... we've been losing money and I just couldn't tell you!" She was handing Dwayne our business and revealing that she's been lying to me for months. I was shocked, and it was about to get worse.

She couldn't look at me after admitting our business was failing, and now her attention was focused downward towards Dwayne's lap. She was tugging hard at something with both hands now, so hard that her entire upper body was rocking up and down. Dwayne just sat there with his arm around her, leaning back, smiling towards the dim ceiling.

Confused and shocked, I looked down to where Elise had been sitting before she slid over next to Dwayne, and noticed her seat was wet. There was a clear, shiny puddle where she had been sitting, and it was streaked in a trail to where she was sitting now, from when she scooted over. As I looked back to the two of them, they finally revealed the obvious. Dwayne had everything he wanted now. He didn't need to hide anything any more. He could take my wife the same way he took my business. Right in front of me.

Now that it was lifted vertical, I could see the biggest, blackest cock rising up above the edge of the table. It must have been only the upper half, but it was nearly the size of Elise's arm. And her two tiny white hands were wrapped around the big black monster, jerking it up and down for him while he relaxed and enjoyed his victory. Elise was obsessed, still staring right at the shiny black head as it oozed thick clear fluid that she smeared up and down his cock while she pumped it.

"It's just so... fucking... big, Bill," Elise panted out as she jacked, "When he took it out... I... I just couldn't stop staring... Bill... I got so wet... and then he... then he... uhhh..." Elise lost control and just groaned again. Her constant staring had brought her face only inches away from the big gooey black head of the monstrous cock, and as she jacked it up and down I was terrified that big black mess would end up in her mouth.

When she finally cleared her mind enough to speak again, the black cock was pumping out a steady stream of the thick clear pre-cum. It was like a full load for me, only it just kept coming. Elise was pumping and squeezing his cock in both hands as hard as she could for him, and now when she spoke, I could barely hear her over the *shluck*schlock*shluck* noises.

"Jesus, he started stroking it. He was... *shluck*shluck* jerking off right in front of me, and you, Bill! *shlock*shluck* He was playing with himself... *shluck* right in front of your wife *shluck* ... and you did nothing! Then he wanted help with it... from me... and what did you say? *shluck*shlock*shluck* You said 'Do what he wants' you coward!"

When she was done explaining, I put it all together. Dwayne had planned this from the start. He chose the restaurant, even the table, that was just right for this. Then he made us wait to show his dominance. Then when it was time to sit down, he made sure my wife sat between us, to his side, while I was across from him, so she could see his lap and I couldn't. She could even stroke it without giving much away.

Seducing my wife was not only getting him off, but he had learned the real financial status of my company by getting my wife so hot that she blurted out something she wouldn't even tell me. Now that the secret was out, there was one last thing she could do for him.

All this time, Dwayne had just been sighing and laughing as my wife explained his secret activities to me. Now that her story was over, however, he was eager to finish this. "Good girl, Elise, you're jerking that cock real good honey, and it's almost ready. Now all you need to do is just give in, girl, and do what you've been wanting to do ever since you saw me pull this big thing out. Open that mouth, baby, open up real wide, and suck this big black dick!"

"No..." I whimpered weakly as I heard the words I'd been dreading. My poor sweet wife was like an animal, panting and sweating, sliding her hands up and down probably a full foot of black cock. It was so wet and she was stroking it so fast and hard that drops of pre-cum were flying through the air. Plenty had hit her face, and she was lost in the sight and touch and smell of this giant black cock in her hands.

When his big black hand closed over the back of her head, palming it like a basketball, his fingers slipped into her long brown hair and she gave in. Her big brown eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opened as wide as she could manage, her pink tongue hung out and with one long groan, she lowered her pretty white head down over his big black dick.

"Ahhh yeahhh, that's right, suck it, slut. Suck me off." Dwayne was becoming more openly dominant and crude the more he got what he wanted. He closed both hands over her small head and began pumping his hips up into her face. As wet as the hand job sounded, this was simply disgusting. My wife held onto the thick base of Dwayne's big wet cock just to prevent him from shoving it all in and suffocating her.

It was as if the moment his cock was inside her mouth, he no longer cared if she could breath or if she was enjoying this at all. He just fucked her mouth like an animal, completely focused on coming. On each of his thrusts, I could see his huge black balls swing up and slap against the back of her little white hand. They looked very full and very eager to be released.

"Oh, you're gonna get real good at this, girl. Now that you two work for me, this'll be your lunch break every day. Better get used to it!" Dwayne sneered and fucked my wife's face harder. The slurping and sucking noises were so loud and wet, I was sure someone would hear us, but the whole second floor was empty. Did he rent out all the booths for this?

Poor Elise was bent over his lap, and her entire upper body jolted on every thrust into her poor face. That makeup I had watched her apply earlier tonight was now smeared all over her face while Dwayne used her mouth like a pussy. Occasionally he reached down her body to grope or slap her ass cheek or squeeze one of her tits. But he needed both hands almost constantly on her head for the brutal face-fucking he was giving her.

I heard choking sounds mixed in with the slurping and sucking, and saw that Elise had lost her final advantage. Her hands had slipped from the base of Dwayne's cock and were pressed against his thigh, silently begging him for mercy, but now his entire shaft was burrowing down her throat on every thrust. His balls, dripping with pre-cum and spit, were still jumping up every time he pushed back in, but now they were wetly slapping my wife on the cheek, leaving a big wet mark and several black pubic hairs stuck to the side of her cute face.

"Yeah, give it to me... open that throat up wide, bitch!" Dwayne growled, almost out of breath. He was close. He fucked my wife's throat deep on every stroke, slamming his crotch into her face while he held her head as still as he could. The slapping of his swollen wet balls on her cheek, the slurping, choking, whimpering and growling were all I could hear.

"YEAHHHhhh gulp it down bitch!" Dwayne roared, holding Elise's head down as he pumped his hips once, held them there, then twice, held still again, and a third time, holding perfectly still for several seconds as he pumped load after load straight down my wife's throat and into her tummy. He was so deep in her throat, she didn't even have the choice to swallow.

"Ahhh... yeah... that was good." Dwayne sat back and groaned. He gradually released my humiliated wife's head, and with one long wet slurp, she pulled off of him. I never imagined I would see my wife like this. Her hair was a tangled mess from his grip on her head, her face was a sweaty smeared mess of makeup, spit and cum, and when she finally pulled all the way off his massive cock, a river of sperm flowed from her open mouth.

It was like he broke her. From her swollen lips and loosely hanging jaw to the vacant expression in her eyes, my wife was like a rag doll that had been used too roughly. "Elise? Baby? Please... say something..." I begged, but she barely looked at me and when she tried to speak, more sperm just poured out of her mouth.

"Welcome to the company, Bill and Elise. Now, normally employers would shake an employee's hand at a time like this, but instead to seal the deal, I think I'll take your wife's ass while we ride in my limo." Dwayne informed me as he squeezed her ass hard. "And you're coming with us. Now, you'll still do your job, and your wife will still do hers except when I'm using her. Just part of the deal, really, and with what your sweet wife told me about your finances, you don't have much of a choice. Is that clear, Bill?"

"...Yes, sir."

Author's Note: The existence of a second chapter will partially exist on feedback.

Under the Table Deal Ch. 02



I sat there in shock. My cute white wife just had her adorable face fucked by the biggest black cock either of us had ever seen, right in front of me. Still knowing our financial future was in this brute's hands, however, I could only sit there slack-jawed like my wife, while Dwayne zipped up, patted my wife's traumatized head, and stood. He helped her to her feet as well, and motioned for me to rise and follow.

My wife barely had the chance to pat her face with a napkin to wipe off the majority of thick white sperm and spit that had spread across the bottom half of her small pale face when suddenly she jumped with a squeak and froze. A deep chuckle by Dwayne let me know that he had aggressively palmed one of her ass cheeks as she stood, and now held a firm grip on the globe, squeezing it roughly.

"This ass belongs to me now," He openly declared to both of us, "Now let's get back to my limo so I can break it in for ya." Elise looked at me terrified. Dwayne probably could have guessed her ass was virgin. We were not an adventurous couple. I might have suggested it once or twice, half jokingly, but she would never let me near it. Now she looked at me to defend it.

"Bill..." she managed to whimper. I timidly took a step forward, but his instant glare froze me in place.

"Don't get any ideas, white boy." Dwayne growled. "I'm letting you two keep your jobs, for now, working for me. But I could just as easily take everything you've got and leave you broke."

I stepped away and hung my head in shame, unable to hold Elise's terrified gaze. "No..." she whimpered as he led her away by his grip on her ass.

His hand remained locked on her cheek as he escorted her down the stairs, through the restaurant lobby and out the front doors, with me obediently following a few steps behind, too embarrassed to even look up from the floor. I cannot imagine Elise's shame as she attempted to walk straight with his giant hand squeezing and groping her cheek through her sleek purple dress. She made a brave effort to maintain her composure in the public setting, but it was humiliating regardless. She stumbled and made small noises each time he squeezed.

Through all this, I could not believe no one said anything. It's like they were accustomed to such a vulgar display. He nodded to the large black bouncer on his way out, said "Got me another one!", jiggling her ass in his hand for emphasis, and they both laughed deep and strong. Oh God, what did I get myself into?

His driver opened the limousine door and Dwayne nearly forced Elise inside by his grip on her ass alone. When she submitted with a weak groan and climbed in, he finally released his grasp and slapped her cheek twice as he let go. Once again patting her like a pet, to reward her submission. When they were both inside, Dwayne waved me in. His older black driver, tall and thin, looked at me with no expression at all, just waiting for me to do what our mutual boss commanded. I climbed in.

Dwayne gestured for me sit at the farther end, towards the driver's compartment, while he and Elise sat in the back. The door was closed, and the only sound I could hear for a few endless seconds was my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The driver started the limo, and just like that, Dwayne reached down and once again began unzipping his fly, and he barely reached inside when out flopped his giant black cock, still wet from my wife's mouth.

I could barely believe it, but just like that, Elise was lost in her own little world again. The moment that thing came out, her petrified gaze immediately shifted. She had been looking at the walls, the floor, anything to keep her eyes off Dwayne and her mind off the situation, but when she heard that zip, her eyes went straight to his crotch, and then she froze again, barely breathing in shallow gasps.

Before she could appreciate the view, however, the limo began moving, and with his cock in his right hand, Dwayne put his left behind my wife's back, and shoved her to the floor just like that. She was able to put her hands out just before landing face first on the floor of the limo. "Hey..." she weakly protested before Dwayne was suddenly on top of her, jacking off his giant cock in one hand, almost fully hard again, and pulling her dress up over her hips with the other hand.

"Now, don't go thinking I have no boundaries, Bill." Dwayne began. "I do believe in the sanctity of marriage, after all. This is about power, not love. After I fill her ass up, this ass and mouth belong to me, whenever I want them, which will be often, but her pussy still belongs to her husband. I just need to break you two into the company without leaving any question about who's in charge here. If I happen to enjoy myself at the same time, well," Dwayne chuckled, "That's just why it's good to be the boss."

Elise squirmed and whimpered, but the weight of Dwayne's body must have been enormous. He quickly had her dress up onto her waist, then reached down and with one strong tug, tore her panties straight off her body. "Here, a little souvenir." Dwayne said, tossing the frilly pink and white panties into my lap. I groaned.

"Dwayne, don't do this. I'll do anything..." but I had no way of finishing my own sentence. I had nothing of anywhere near the same value to offer in replacement.

"What you'll do, white boy, is lie back and watch while I stretch out this tight little white ass for ya. She might not walk right for a week, but you'll damn sure know who's in charge when I drop you off at home." He was growling like an animal as he looked down at the back of her trembling head, watching her useless attempts to squirm free.

"Now down to business." He declared, and lowered himself on top of her until his giant black body almost eclipsed her small pale girly frame right in front of me. It was like he'd swallowed her up.

"Nooo..." I heard Elise whimper from beneath him, but it looked as though the only person with me in the back of that limo was Dwayne, lying face down with his pants around his knees.

I wouldn't hear about it until later, but he wasn't inside her yet. Elise was sprawled out on the floor, defenseless, when she suddenly felt something long, thick and hot between her spread thighs. It was not touching either of her legs, but the heat the thing was giving off alone was enough for her to guess what and where it was. She froze until she sensed it moving upwards, towards her vulnerable crotch.

Her hands and mouth remembered the size of it, and now that familiar size and heat was moving towards its new target. The tight white ass he seemed obsessed with. "No, please... don't do this, I--UNGH!" Contact. She swung her head back and clenched her face tight when she felt the huge fat slimy black cock head press up against her asshole. She squeezed her little sphincter shut as tight as she could, but it was hopeless. The pressure was building, and it was greasy, strong and it was never going to quit.

She panicked as she realized it was only a matter of time now, and the inevitable was about to occur. "No..." she sobbed, "No no nonono—NNGH!" With one last groan of humiliation and defeat, the fat black head popped inside her ass. "Ughhhnnnn..." she groaned weakly as inch after inch of fat black cock slowly and confidently slid inside her ass. At that point she gave up and braced herself for the brutal ass fucking she was about to receive. She had lost their struggle, and now he got to claim his reward.

"That's right... open that ass baby, open up that ass... let Big D inside." Dwayne groaned victoriously down to my wife. His eyes were closed, his facial expression one of focused concentration. He really was determined to enjoy every moment of this. Elise's face was still clenched tight as Dwayne's hips slowly slid forward atop my wife. Her eyes were shut tight and her lips drawn back, bearing her teeth to me while she felt every last detail of the foot long black cock slowly filling her ass.

The further Dwayne's hips moved forward, the more whimpers and groans came from Elise. "Ngh... ngh... ah, ah, ahhh... UGH!" She was breathing so hard through her clenched teeth, little strings of spittle were swinging from her lips. Her pale face blushed red. When she let out a small cry and Dwayne finally stopped pushing, I knew he had done it. He had slowly and deliberately pushed a foot long black cock up my wife's narrow white ass.

"Ahhh... now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Dwayne laughed from above her. My Elise only whimpered and sobbed beneath him. "Well then hold on bitch, because it's about to get a lot worse!" he sneered and pulled back. Elise was so small, his attempted to retract his giant cock dragged her thin body an inch or two along the carpet with it.

Then he pushed back in. He grunted, she groaned and they slowly set up a rhythm. His massive body pushed and pulled her tiny frame, her violated ass stretched thin around his giant cock. She whimpered and groaned in defeat while he only enjoyed himself more and more.

"That's right, that's right... taking that ass like I told you I would! I just grabbed that cute little cheek... told you what was gonna happen... led you down here like my own little bitch... and what did you do about it? Nothing! You and your wimp-ass husband just did as you were told, and now here you are... laid out with my cock up your ass! How did you think this would end? Huh?" He laughed more and more as he gloated. He was still fucking her ass slow enough that he could talk between thrusts.

"No... no... it wasn't... we didn't... NNGH! Oh god..." Elise couldn't seem to form a sentence to defend us, and neither could I.

"Didn't what? Huh bitch?" Dwayne interrogated and slapped her pale ass cheek for emphasis. Elise groaned again but barely noticed. "Didn't want to stop your ass from getting plowed is more like it!"

"Fuck that's tight!" Dwayne commented, the effort to pump faster and harder clearly evident on his face. "Bet you never got any of this, did ya white boy?" Dwayne smiled toward me, thrusting a little extra hard to gesture towards the subject of his statement. "Too bad man, this ass is sweet! And now you'll never get any. Even if I allowed you to borrow it, this tight ass won't be so tight by then. I'm stretching... this girl's ass... out!"

"Ahhhh!" Elise cried out. His thrusts were getting harder, faster and crueler. Dwayne just held her down and went even faster. I could see my wife's poor ass raise up between them each time he pulled back, just for a moment. I still think it was just the suction between them, not her own defeated attempt to keep him inside her.

"Taking that ass... taking that ass..." Dwayne chanted between thrusts, nearly out of breath. He had a grip on each of her arms just below the shoulder, and her arms and legs were spread wide and her head thrown back in total surrender while she groaned and screamed.

"My ASS! Bill, he's so big, it's so deep... oh Bill, what did you let him do to my ASS?!" Was all she could grunt and yell. She looked possessed, and I was trembling in my seat. They were like a single massive body, squirming and thrusting, faster and harder toward a single, inevitable end. As inescapable as his cock originally forcing its way inside her ass. Now it was going to finish what it started.

I vaguely heard the vulgar slapping of his swollen balls smacking into my wife's neglected pussy, and Dwayne shifted just enough to bury a hand in her thin brown hair, pulling her face up to meet me. Then he began bouncing his full weight on her stretched ass, putting everything into each thrust as he approached his victorious orgasm.

"Yeah... yeahhh... open that ass up, bitch... you my bitch now, your ass is mine... and I'll take it whenever I want, so you better watch out... every time you turn around... or bend over... I might be just around the corner, waiting to FILL... THAT... ASSSSS!!!" With all his future conquests of my wife's taken ass clear and vivid in his mind, Dwayne ground his entire body against hers and growled out an extremely intense orgasm.

He pushed so far in that there was no clear space between where her body stopped and his began. He just mashed himself up against her, holding her by the hips, and flooded my wife's bowels with his giant load of cum. "Filling it up... filling that ass..." Dwayne sighed peacefully while my Elise just groaned and took it. All she could do any more was just lay there and take it all.

With one long groan, Dwayne finally lifted himself off my wife and laid back in his seat. He didn't even bother to put his cock away this time, it just hung from his lap, as arrogant and satisfied with itself as he seemed to be. Now I was the one who couldn't look away. That giant ugly thing had burrowed itself inside my wife's previously tight ass. Every inch of it.

Poor Elise just lay there on the floor, groaning and panting. Her ass still humped the floor just a little, unaware that the fucking had finally ended. Sperm poured from her stretched ass, and it just kept coming.

The limo pulled up to our house. "Pleasure meeting you." Dwayne smirked, exhausted. "Don't forget to pick your wife up off the floor. I'll be around to inspect my new business... soon." As I tried to help Elise to her feet and out of the limo, her eyes still wandered to his giant spent cock and her head turned as she made one last weak attempt to take it back into her mouth, maybe to obediently clean her ass off his cock or just to taste and feel it back on her tongue.

I pulled her away and out onto the street. Just as he said, she could barely walk and his seed dripped down her thigh. She was humiliated enough, and so was I.