Sara continues to carry out the plan

Finally, I have her exactly where I’ve wanted her for years.

I’m standing in the middle of the dance floor, the microphone still warm in my hand, grinning at the crowd as I grip Svenja’s head tightly with one hand. Her knees creak softly on the hard parquet floor. The third cock—thick, dark, throbbing—is buried deep in her throat. You can hear it through the speakers: that wet, choked *glug-glug-glug*, which comes every time I ram her head forward. Thick strands of spit run from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her bare tits, which are already glistening from the first two loads. Her eyes are red, mascara runs in black streaks down her cheeks, and yet she keeps sucking—automatically, desperately, broken.

*Finally, I’ve humiliated her. Here, in front of all these people, I control her mouth like a cheap fuck doll. She sucks one cock after another while Florian stands behind his stupid barrier, thinking we’re just happily dancing at a wedding here. The idiot waves and laughs as if it were all just a harmless gag with the garter. He has no idea. *

I push her head even deeper. The guy groans, his balls slapping against her chin. Svenja’s throat visibly cramps up, a loud gagging sound escapes her, and a thick gush of spit sprays out and splashes onto the floor. Her pussy under the transparent dome twitches open, the vibrator buzzes, and a long, shiny thread of her own juices hangs from her swollen clit down to the floor.

*After all these years, I’m finally destroying her. The little princess. Sweet, perfect Svenja, whom I always had to look after. “Take care of your sister, Sara. She’s so sensitive.” “Sara, don’t be so hard on her.” Always her. Always the little one. Always the one who got everything. The dream wedding. The perfect husband. The perfect life. And me? I was just the big sister standing in the shadows.*

My fingers dig deeper into her matted hair. I pull her head back, only to ram it right back onto the cock. *Smack. Gulp. Gag.* The crowd cheers. Cell phones flash.

*The idea came to me at the auto show when I saw that woman being humiliated. Lisa helped me. The photo shoot where she—and later I—stood naked in front of the camera and cum from a horny black guy was running out of my pussy. The two bachelor parties. First his, where I had cum inside me again, then hers, where I don’t remember much, but here too I had cum in my pussy again. My erotic examination and the pool party where I still remember exactly how the cum from a hard black cock entered all my openings, the bell tower at noon today with a tiny cock in my mouth and three beautiful black cocks each in my pussy and ass… every single step exposed her a little more, broke her a little more. But I, too, paid the price for this complete ****. I fucked Florian. Lisa said that several times. I lied, manipulated, used my own body—all just so this moment would come.*

The guy in her mouth comes. I hold her head firmly so not a drop is lost. Svenja gags, swallows convulsively, but it still oozes out of her nostrils and runs over her lips. Thick, white strands drip onto her cleavage. Her cunt squirts again—a small, helpless spurt splashes against the inside of the dome.

*Now I’ve destroyed her. For good. The perfect bride is nothing more than a drooling, cum-drenched wedding whore.*

*And in a moment I’ll take her to the bedroom. Five black cocks are already waiting. Big, thick, relentless. They’ll fuck her for hours—in every hole, without mercy. And I’ll stand by, watch, and finally, finally feel that the little princess is broken forever.*

I lean down toward Svenja, almost tenderly brush a sticky strand of hair from her face, and whisper so softly that only she can hear: “Two more, sweetie. Then we’ll claim the night’s grand prize.”

My smile is genuine. For the first time in years.

But suddenly… the doubts creep in.

*Why am I getting turned on?*

I picture them. Five naked black men. All tall, all muscular, all with those gorgeous, heavy, dark cocks. Long. Thick. Veins pulsing. Glans gleaming. I see them before me, waiting in the bedroom—five huge, black bodies just burning to fuck my little sister all night long. In every one of her holes. Hard. Deep. Without pause.

My own pussy tightens. I feel myself getting wet. Really wet. My nipples go rock-hard and press against the fabric of my dress. *Fuck, Sara, what’s wrong with you?*

*Stop it now.*

I yank Svenja’s head back. The guy shoots the rest of it into her face. Thick white strands run down her cheeks, dripping from her lower lip. She’s gasping, trembling, drooling. I wipe my hands on her veil and smile at the crowd.

“Enough dancing!” I shout into the mic. “The bride needs her very special wedding night now!”

I grab Svenja by the arm, pull her up, and drag her behind me. Through the curtain. Down the hallway. Into the bedroom. The five black men are already there—just as I planned. Naked. Big. Their cocks hang heavy and semi-hard between their legs, thick as my forearm. The air already smells of testosterone and anticipation.

I shove Svenja into the middle of the room and rip the last shreds of her wedding dress from her body. The transparent dome clatters to the floor. She stands naked before them—drenched in cum, her cunt red and open, her asshole twitching, her face a glistening mask of foreign semen.

“It’s almost time, little sister,” I whisper in her ear as I tie her wrists together behind her back. My voice is hoarse with lust. “Do you see them? Five giant black cocks. They’re going to fuck you all night long. First, taking turns down your throat until you gag and cry out. Then into your wet cunt—so deep you’ll think they’re tearing you apart. And finally, into your ass. All five of them. At the same time. You’ll scream. You’ll come. You’ll beg. And they won’t stop until you’re nothing but a trembling, cum-soaked hole.”

As I describe it to her, I can see it right in front of me. I imagine one of them lifting her onto the sex swing, his huge black cock slowly penetrating her tight, dripping pussy, her screaming, her legs twitching. A second one thrusting into her ass from behind. A third stuffing her mouth. How the other two fuck her tits and shoot their cum in her face.

My own pussy is soaking wet by now. I feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs. My nipples are so hard it almost hurts. I’m horny. Really horny. For *their* cocks. For *their* fucking.

*No.*

*Svenja isn’t getting that too.*

*She doesn’t deserve it.*

Why should she, of all people, get these gorgeous, huge, black cocks? The little princess. Who always had everything. Who always got all the attention. Who was always first.

*No way.*

I grab Svenja roughly by the hair, yank her around, and shove her back toward the door.

“Get out,” I hiss.

She stumbles, naked, covered in cum, completely confused. I give her a hard shove in the back. She practically flies out of the bedroom and back into the great hall.

The door slams shut behind her.

I lean against it from the inside, breathing heavily, my nipples rock-hard, my pussy dripping.

*She doesn’t deserve this. Not these cocks. Not this night.*

And while the crowd outside cheers because the naked, dirtiest chick of the evening is suddenly standing in the middle of the hall again, I smile coldly. The plan has just changed.