Sylvies special day

Four weeks and 5 days until the wedding.

I knew today would be different the moment Alex left for work.

Damien looked at me with dark, hungry eyes and simply said:

“You’ve earned it. But first, we’re going to mark you properly.”

The tattoo parlor was the same private one. This time, Damien had me lie face down on the table. The artist worked on my lower back, right above my ass the classic “tramp stamp” position.

She inked a bold, slutty tattoo in elegant but very clear lettering:

“Free Use Blacked Whore”

The pain was intense as the needle worked across my sensitive skin, but the humiliation and arousal were even stronger. Every sting made me wetter. Damien watched the entire time, occasionally rubbing my ass and whispering:

“This is what you are now. My free use blacked whore.”

When it was finished and wrapped, I stood up on shaky legs and looked at it in the mirror. The tattoo was large, impossible to hide in anything but high-waisted clothing, and blatantly degrading. It perfectly marked me as what I was slowly becoming.

We barely made it back to the house.

The second we entered the guest room, Damien pushed me onto the bed. He stripped me naked, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and positioned himself behind me.

I moaned loudly as I felt the thick head of his massive black cock press against my soaked pussy. He didn’t tease this time.

In one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me.

“Oh my god!” I cried out, gripping the sheets. He was so much thicker and longer than Alex. The stretch was overwhelming and perfect.

Damien grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard, his hips slapping against my ass with every deep stroke. My new “Free Use Blacked Whore” tattoo burned on my lower back as he pounded me.

“You feel that?” he growled, slamming into me. “This pussy is mine now. Say it.”

“I’m yours!” I moaned, pushing back against him. “I’m your free use blacked whore!”

He fucked me relentlessly deep, powerful strokes that made my eyes roll back. I came hard twice before he finally buried himself to the hilt and groaned loudly.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep into my womb as he held me in place, making sure every drop stayed inside me. He stayed buried deep for a long time, pulsing, breeding me.

When he finally pulled out, a heavy stream of his cum dripped from my ruined pussy onto the sheets.

I collapsed on the bed, panting, glowing with satisfaction and deep submission.

Later that evening

Alex came home looking tired and soft, as usual. He kissed me gently on the cheek, completely unaware that I had spent the afternoon getting my back tattooed and my womb filled by Damien.

Damien sat across from us at dinner like nothing had happened, while his cum was still slowly leaking out of me.

I smiled sweetly at my fiancé… but deep down, I knew the truth.

There was no going back now.