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Emily is awoken by the sound of her phone vibrating on the dresser table. She manages to **** herself awake, feeling groggy as ever after the events of her weekend. She glances at her phone to see it's her soon-to-be ex-husband calling her once more. She promptly hangs up, not wanting to deal with him right now, before seeing the time on her phone. She had completely forgotten to set an alarm last night and was going to be late for work!

She scrambles like a mad woman to get dressed, not even having the time to check how she looks in the mirror before leaving. Thankfully she manages to make it whilst only being a few minutes late. She races to her office and settles in as quickly as she can before getting to her work for the morning. As she sits and struggles to find a comfortably postion in her chair that doesn't worsen the aching pain coming from her overused asshole, one of her coworkers walks in.

"Morning Emily, how was your weekend?" He asks with a friendly tone.

"Oh, you know, pretty uneventful. How about you?" She responds, lying through her teeth.

Her voice sounds a little hoarse and she has a feeling she knows why.

"Oh you know, just went to the... oh, that's an interesting... necklace..." Her coworker says, his train of thought interrupted.

Emily realises that she completely forgot to remove the leather collar around her neck from last night, seemingly having gotten used to the feeling of it being there last night. She jumps as she feels that it is, in fact, still there, quickly removing it and tossing it into one of her desk drawers.

"Oh, oops. Forgot that was still there." She says with an awkward chuckle.

"I see, well I'm gonna head to the Morgan merger meeting. I'll see you there." He says awkwardly, clearly wanting to put an end to this conversation.

"Yep, see you there." She says with a smile, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

Emily joins her team in the meeting room shortly after, still frazzled and her mind scattered. A few minutes later and her boss enters the room to start the meeting.

"Alright everyone. Hope you all had a restful weekend and are ready to get back to work. We've got a busy week ahead of us." He says, setting down his things and prepping to begin.

"Man, what's that smell. I'll have to speak to the weekend cleaning staff about making sure they get to the meeting rooms." He says.

A couple of Emily's more keen-nosed coworkers glance at her, seemingly having honed in on the origin of the smell. Her cheeks once again turn red as she realises she must still stink of sex and some other less savoury scents, not having had the time to shower this morning. She didn't even notice it, having gone nose-blind to the sweat, cum and piss that undoubtedly coated her skin still. This was going to be one hell of a day.

Thankfully, Emily managed to make it through her first day back in her normal life without too much more embarrassment. Although, her productivity sure did take a hit due to her mind constantly wondering back to her memories from the weekend. As much as she tried to focus on the various legal forms in front of her, she couldn't stop picturing the various depraved acts she had gotten up to that weekend.

One second she was reading a paragraph from a brief and the next she could feel her mouth watering as she imagined herself throwing her ass back on one of the BBC's at the gloryhole.

Another she was trying desperately to focus on her boss explaining what he needed her to do, whilst she couldn't stop picturing herself getting gangbanged on that couch in the garage.

By the time she got home, she was desperately horny from the non-stop thoughts of getting fucked by BBC. She did her best to push through it and take her mind off of the events of the weekend. Her first task when she got home from work was to confirm her suspicions with a pregnancy test she had picked up from a **** store on the way home from work. A couple minutes after peeing on the stick and she had her answer, she most definitely had a half-black baby growing inside of her. The thought occurs to her that maybe it was her husband's, but she had always made him use a condom. Thinking back on it, with how much of their thick, potent sperm she had been filled up with last night, she would've been amazed if she weren't pregnant. The only problem was she had no idea who the father was. She would have to do some thinking on what to do next.

In the meantime, she takes a shower to wash off all the filth she was coated in from her threesome with Marco and Val. As she dries off in the mirror she takes a look at another remnant from her night of depravity, her QOS tattoo on her hip. As if in disbelief, she touches her finger to her skin to confirm it really is permanently etched in there. She shakes her head and tries to take her mind off the thoughts associated with it, including the way she 'paid' for the tattoo.

As she leaves her bathroom, towel wrapped around her naked body, she's met with quite the surprise. Emily goes to pick up her phone and is surprised to see a text from Val, although it's only a link. The moment she opened it, it took her straight to a porn site. Her eyes widened with shock when she realised what she was looking at.

The link had opened a video titled '2 queen of spades sluts take BBC in every hole'. Emily stared at her phone in disbelief as a 60 minute video starts playing, opening with the moment her and Marco started making out in their bedroom. She skips ahead through the video to find that it most definitely is an edited together compilation of her threesome with the young interracial couple from last night.

She couldn't believe it. She remembered noticing the tripod camera in the corner of the room the first time she walked in there. But how could she not have noticed the red flashing light throughout their entire threesome. She certainly didn't notice anyone going to turn it on mid-way through, which must have meant that they were already recording themselves when she accidentally stumbled in on them.

She manages to peel her eyes away from the video just long enough to see the view count in the corner of the screen. 1243 views! In only 22 minutes. Her heart starts racing as she thinks about the fact that 1243 people had already watched this video of her and Val getting railed by Marco. Her morbid curiosity gets the better of her and she scrolls down to the comments.

'These bitches can really take some black dick!'

'They got the tattoos and everything. That's how you know they some real sluts for the BBC'

'I recognise blondie from club QoS. Pretty sure I ran a train on her with some of my homies.'

'Wish that were me getting stretched out by BBC'

Emily can't believe it. She feels completely violated. Not only had Val tricked her into doing all those debased things over the weekend, but now they had posted a secret video of it too. This broke so many laws. And yet, anger wasn't the main emotion Emily was feeling right now. Even before seeing the video, she had grown desperately horny over the course of the day after thinking about the events of her weekend non-stop at work. Now, watching herself getting fucked from behind by Marco's massive... throbbing... cock, things had gone from bad to worse. If she were going to deal with the situation, she would need a clear head, and the only way to do that was to satiate her desires.

Emily dropped her towel to the floor of her bedroom and slides into bed, full-screening the video on her phone. The moment her hand drifts down between her legs, she can feel exactly how wet she's gotten. The wet sloshing sound of her rubbing her own clit fills the room as she masturbates to the video of last night. God, she wished she could be back in that moment right now, feeling Marco stretching out her pussy once more. Or even her ass. She would take him wherever she could. Even the thought of just sucking his cock brought her pleasure, despite the act itself providing none for her.

A few minutes later and she felt the sweet release of another orgasm. However, it paled in comparison to what she had felt when she was actually getting fucked by a BBC. She wasn't even able to make herself squirt, like so many men had done to her the night before. How was she going to carry on with her life now that she knew that level of pleasure. She had some serious thinking to do about how she was going to move on after the events of the weekend.