Mrs. Broadus

Elizabeth was in a plain white dress that barely extended past her ass. She had a thick white collar cinched so tight around her throat she just wanted to submit to Broadus and be done with it. But after months of would-he, wouldn't-he, Broadus was marrying Elizabeth.

He didn't ask her, and she didn't bother resisting. He was to be her third husband, and she knew he'd be her last husband. He didn't promise to be monogamous with her -- sex was both transactional and an exercise in dominance, and getting other pussy was entirely consistent with that world outlook. Likewise, he told her upfront he'd probably share her with other men, as may be convenient. But this was the final pit stop of her marriage journey. One of the attendee's at Broadus's weekly domino games was the officiant; not a single white guest was present. Afterwards, Broadus railed Elizabeth throughout the night, leaving her ass red and welted, and her cunt leaking seed.