The Billion Dollar Deal

One evening, Dorothy came home from a long day of meetings looking both exhausted and excited. She found you in the kitchen, naked as usual, preparing her dinner. Your heavy DDD breasts swayed as you moved, occasionally leaking small drops of milk.

She walked up behind you, wrapped her arms around your waist, and squeezed your breasts firmly, drinking a little of your milk straight from the source before speaking.

“I have a very important meeting tomorrow,” she murmured against your neck. “A billion-dollar merger. The client is… traditional. Old-school. He respects power, dominance, and a wife who knows her place.”

She turned you around to face her, eyes dark with intent.

“I want this deal. And I need your help, my wife.”

Dorothy cupped your face gently.

“Tomorrow night, after the main negotiations, I’m hosting a private after-party at our home. Ten of his top executives — all black men — will be there. I want you to entertain them. As my wife. I want you to let them fuck you however they want. All ten of them. I want them to use every hole, cover you in cum, and see how obedient and well-trained my wife is.”

She kissed you deeply, the bell on your tongue ringing softly.

“If you do this for me… and they leave satisfied… I’ll close the deal. And I’ll reward you handsomely.”

The Night of the Deal

The next evening, the house was prepared.

You were dressed (barely) in a sheer white babydoll lingerie set that left nothing to the imagination. Your long pink hair was styled beautifully, your makeup flawless, and your permanent pink gold collar shone around your throat.

Dorothy introduced you to the ten tall, muscular black executives as “my beautiful wife, Slutcunt.”

The men’s eyes lit up with lust and surprise as they saw your massive breasts, caged clitty, and submissive demeanor.

Dorothy sat in a luxurious chair like a queen, sipping wine, and gave a single command:

“Be a good wife. Show them how well I’ve trained you.”

What followed was a long, intense gangbang.

The ten men took turns and sometimes worked together, using you relentlessly in the living room while Dorothy watched with dark satisfaction.

They fucked your throat, making the bell on your tongue ring constantly.

They pounded your ass in every position, stretching you wide.

Several of them played with your sensitive DDD breasts, sucking and squeezing until milk sprayed out, which they drank eagerly.

They covered your body, face, hair, and tits in thick loads of cum.

You were passed around like a toy — bent over the couch, on your back on the coffee table, riding one while sucking another. At one point, two men took your ass at the same time while a third used your mouth.

Dorothy watched the entire time, occasionally giving instructions:

“Deeper. She can take more.”

“Make her lactate for you.”

“Fill my wife properly.”

By the end of the night, you were a wrecked, cum-covered mess — lying on the floor, covered head to toe in semen, milk leaking from your breasts, holes gaping and overflowing.

The ten men were extremely satisfied. They shook Dorothy’s hand and promised to push the deal through.

After they left, Dorothy gently picked you up, carried you to the bathroom, and washed you tenderly.

“You did so well, my love,” she whispered, kissing you softly. “The deal is almost certainly ours.”

She carried you to bed, laid you down, and slid inside your cum-filled ass, fucking you slowly and lovingly.

“My perfect wife,” she moaned. “You just helped me secure a billion dollars… by being the best slut a husband could ask for.”

She drank from your breasts as she came inside you one final time.

“Thank you, Slutcunt Voss.”