Far.

“I can link you to some stories or videos that George and I have discussed, but,” she took the shot, “far.”

Anthony moved to sit beside her as he drank his third, “So if this,” he touched the top of the spades tattoo, “was real?” Abbey shuddered. “Or this,” he grabbed her breast.

Abbey moaned, “You want to tattoo me?” she asked.

“For a start,” he replied as he continued to massage her breast.

“Start,” she panted.

He nodded as he turned her in his arms and reached around to squeeze her other breast. “If you want to be a slut wife,” she moaned at his touch and his words. “At the beck and call to black cock? she shuddered. “Risking pregnancy and showing off how slutty you are?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “That, to start.”

Anthony pulled her shirt over her head, “And if I had some friends over here?”

She moaned again as his hand went back to her breasts, one hand tracing the lines of her fake tattoo and one pinching her nipple. “I could be here to spend time with your friends.”

“Spend time?” he urged her on as his hands explored her large breasts.

“To fuck them, to suck them, to please them like a slut wife,” she moaned.

He moaned in return, “And you aren’t on birth control?”

She shook her head, “Not as of ten minutes ago.”

“So would they wear condoms? Or pull out?” he asked her, pulling on her nipples.

She leant back into him, feeling his bare chest against her back, “Only if you wanted them too.”

He moaned and reached down for her skirt zipper. “And if I didn’t, if I wanted them to cum in you and on you so I would have some nice pictures of you covered in slime to use for this monster photo shoot?”

Abbey moaned and lifted her arse as he slid her skirt down. “Let them fuck me, cum on me and in me, take photos and share them with me and George and insert monsters into them so that I can be fucked and impregnated by horrible beasts, and I will be your whore.”

One of Anthony’s hands moved down to her slit, “This is making you quite wet, isn’t it?”

Abbey nodded, “I want you to fuck me, send me home full of your cum.”

“Tonight,” he said, “you will go home full of my cum. If you come back again, then I know you will want more, and I will get you that ace of spades for real and set you up for a black cock gangbang on your next fertile day.”

Abbey shuddered in his arms, his finger just barely between her lips. “I will get you my cycle, so you know when that is.”

“I’m going to make you beg to be fucked by my friends and me, and when you don’t think you can take any more, you will beg for us to continue,” he told her.