The show's finale

Emily continues to lie there on all fours on the poker table, spreading her cheeks apart with her hands, unsure of what to do next without further instruction. She feels so exposed, like a piece of meat being served on a platter to these men. She supposes that's almost certainly how they see her too. Her awkward moment of waiting is brought to an end as the man who was previously humiliating her by assfucking her in front of his friends steps around the table to meet her face to face. As Emily once again sees his cock standing tall before her, her mouth begins salivating, right on cue.

"Let's wrap this show up hoe. Put that married mouth of yours to use and lube this cock up again." He says with a smile.

Emily stops spreading her cheeks and gets up onto her hands and knees, bringing her mouth to be at the same level as his cock. As she crawls forward on the table to get closer, the thought of where his cock has just been dawns on her. He couldn't seriously want her to give him a blowjob right after it had been in her ass. The thought of it was filthy, but at this point Emily had pretty much submitted entirely to these men. If this was what it took to please them, then this was what she had to do.

As she crawls so her lips are less than an inch from his cock, her mouth open wide ready to take his length deep down her throat, she's suddenly stopped. The man grabs her by the ponytail and holds her head in place, stopping her just as she's about to swallow his cock.

"Not so fast, I wanna hear you beg." He says, holding her by her hair.

"What?" She asks.

"I wanna hear you beg to suck my cock. Let us all know how **** you are to swallow this filthy dick fresh out your own ass." He responds.

Emily can't believe what she's hearing. It wasn't already humiliating enough for her to perform this obscene act with so many eyes on her, he had to **** her one step further by making her beg, in front of a crowd of other men and her friend, nonetheless. A glimmer of anger flashes through her mind, but not for long. It's quickly replaced with the feeling of total and utter defeat, right at the moment that a thick strand of saliva drips from her mouth to the table.

"Please, will you let me suck your filthy cock." She pleads, somewhat disingenuously.

"Say it again, like you really mean it. We can all see how **** you are for it, drooling on our table just at the sight of it. Oh, and you can call me sir. It's only polite given you're asking for something from me." The man responds.

Now he's really testing just how broken Emily's will is. Nonetheless, he isn't wrong. Emily's visceral response to the sight of his cock is betraying her. She really is so depraved she can't wait to swallow his thick black cock, no matter where it's just been. Not that she was particularly keen to admit that in front of this group of onlookers. However, if this was what it took, then that was a price she would have to pay. It wasn't as if they had all seen her degraded in every which way this evening, although this still felt as if it were a step further. How far she had fallen from the well respected lawyer and good wife that she once was. Tonight, she was nothing but a whore for this group of black men, and they knew it.

"Please, sir, will you fuck my throat with your big black cock before stuffing it back in my ass." Emily moans out, finally letting her voice reflect her inner thoughts.

"Now that's more like it. You're finally learning to talk like the filthy slut that you are." He says with a grin.

The man suddenly uses his firm grip on Emily's hair to immediately **** her lips forward until they meet his balls.

*GACK*

Emily gags hard as her throat is abruptly stuffed, spitting up thick saliva down onto his balls. The man continues using her throat like a fucktoy, keeping her head still with his grip on her hair and thrusting in and out with his hips. All Emily can do is hold still and focus on relaxing her throat enough to accomodate his oversized cock. She tries to let herself gag and spit up as much as possible, knowing she'll be helping herself out in the future by lubing him up as much as possible.

After a minute or so of the filthy throatfucking, her partner pulls Emily off of his cock by her hair.

"Ahhhhhh." She gasps for air, thick strands of saliva dribbling from her chin to the table.

"Turn around hoe, time for me to finish in that ass." The man says.

Emily eagerly does as she's told, crawling around on all fours to face the other way and leave her ass open for the taking. This once again brings her face to face with the crowd of men sitting around the table. She's lost all care she previously had for them seeing her in such a state, a drooling mess who just begged for the man behind her to fuck her ass in front of his friends.

Speaking of friends, Val seems to have disappeared from sight whilst Emily was getting skull fucked. Based on the sounds emanating from under the table, Emily can guess what her friend is up to. The two seem to have swapped roles now, with Emily getting her ass fucked and Val being the designated throat whore preparing the men's cocks for Emily's ass.

The man behind Emily wastes no time burying his cock into her ass for the second round. At first he's met with resistance as Emily gest back into the groove of relaxing her ass as much as possible to accomodate his ridiculous size.

"Ahh! Fuck! So... big." She moans out as he forces his way inside of her.

Having reached the peak of her humiliation, Emily no longer feels embarrassed to be looking around the table making eye contact with each of the men watching her take it in the back door. The grins on their faces indicated they would each want a turn with her after this.