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In the aftermath of the phone call the men at the table all seem to be sitting in silent disbelief. The only sounds in the room are that of Emily continuing to get her ass fucked raw, consisting of a combination of the table creaking, her cheeks clapping and the poor white woman moaning like a banshee, unable to suppress her voice from the relentless fucking she's enduring from the man behind her.

"Damn hoe, what did yo hubby do to deserve all that?" One of the men asks, breaking the silence.

"He cheated on her with some hooker." Val answers, saving her friend the strain of responding whilst her back door is being caved in.

"Oh shit, I see." The man replies.

"This is one hell of a ****, but I ain't complaining." Another adds with a chuckle.

"You white bitches are crazy." Says another with a laugh.

As the conversation comes to a close, the man fucking Emily's ass finally slows down, delivering one final balls deep thrust before stopping. Emily has the wind knocked out of her as he does so, her petite anatomy struggling to accommate such an oversized insertion.

"Why don't you climb up on the table and show the boys what I did to your ass hoe." The man says with a grin.

He finally slides his cock the whole way out of her ass, giving her a smack as indication to get moving. Emily takes a moment to recover first, breathing heavily to catch her breath after the experience she just had. Once she's finally managed to calm down a little, she pushes herself up off the table. Her hand is trembling a little after such an intense first anal experience. As she lifts her body up off the table, she can see the feint outline of where her breasts were pressed firmly against the fabric, leaving a slight stain from how much she was sweating whilst getting her ass pounded. Hopefully the men wouldn't notice, or perhaps they would enjoy it, seeing it as a trophy of a woman conquered, forever engrained in their table as two circular stains left from the outline of her sweaty breasts.

As she shifts her weight onto her legs for the first time since losing her anal virginity, she realises how weak they feel. She stumbles at first, her legs shaking a little after that vigorous anal cherry-popping experience. Thankfully her friend Val steps in to grab her, holding her steady whilst she regains feeling in her legs.

"Easy girl, you're alright." She says encouragingly.

"Thanks." Emily whispers back, her voice strained from squealing so much, not to mention all the cocks she's swallowed this evening.

Once she's steady again, she climbs up onto the table, getting onto all fours right in the middle. All eyes remain on her as she reaches back with both her hands and spreads her cheeks, revealing just how much her asshole has been ruined. It's quite the sight for the small crowd to take in. What was once a tight, unused hole, was now a gaping pink tunnel spread far wider than it ought to be. Emily had a gape now to rival her friend's, despite Val being the much more experienced anal slut. Of course, Emily couldn't see the mess he had made of her ass with her own eyes, but she could feel the damage that had been done. Her poor asshole was tender and raw from the rough fucking, with Val's spit and her own ass juices only having served as lube for so long. She could also feel the cool air of the garage flowing deep inside of her thanks to how gaped it was. The men at the table all whistle at the sight of her newly stretched out hole.

"Damn, he really did a number on you hoe." One says.

"You took that like a champ." Val says encouragingly.

"I ain't never seen a hole gape that much after a first time. You'll be taking it up the ass like a pro in no time." Another adds.

Their words of encouragement minimise the humiliation Emily is feeling and instead fill her with a strange sense of pride. Something inside of her deeply wanted to impress this group of strangers, no matter the cost.

"Here, let me send a pic to your husband." Val says from behind her.

Emily blushes at the thought of her husband seeing her body in such a perverted state. The idea of him seeing what these men had done to her holes, ruining them for him permanently, satisfied her deep hunger for ****.

"That's it, spread your cheeks for the camera." Val says before snapping the photo.

"Look what they did to my poor asshole, it'll never be the same again. Winky face." Val says as she types out the message before hitting send.

She then tosses Emily's phone aside with no care in the world for how he responds.