Yes, It's my wife's big night

The training was relentless, each day blending into the next in a haze of commands and compliance. Maurice watched our every move, his presence a constant reminder of our place. My wife, once a proud and intelligent lady , now moved with precision, her eyes vacant as she performed the tasks assigned to her.

Maurice's office was dimly lit, the shadows dancing on the walls like specters of our shattered lives.

-Get in here, Whore. Daddy Maurice commanded, his voice slicing through the air like a whip.

I was waiting submissively at the door, my heart racing as I hurried to obey.

-Yes, Daddy, I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I dropped to my knees. He turned around, his reflection staring back at us from the large mirror overlooking the stage. The lights cast an eerie glow, illuminating the scene with an almost otherworldly intensity. My wife was already out there, her debut a spectacle that drew the crowd's attention. Maurice's hand reached out, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer.

As my wife stepped onto the stage, her face twisted into a lewd grin, Maurice watched with a pride that also made me proud somehow. The lights blinded her, but she didn't flinch, her body swaying mechanically to the rhythm, a puppet on strings. The crowd roared, their cheers and catcalls filling the air, but I couldn't look away. Maurice's hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back sharply.

-Open wide, whore. He growled, his voice drowning out the music. I obeyed, my mouth stretching painfully as he thrust into my mouth.

As I knelt there, the familiar tang of his sweat and the musky sweetness of his arousal filled my senses, a flavor I'd grown accustomed to, not only that but I became addicted to it.. My mind raced, replaying Maurice's instructions like a mantra: suck, lick, don't forget the balls. I was savoring his sweet taste, the words echoed in my head, a constant reminder of my role. The music pulsed around us, a rhythmic backdrop to the scene unfolding on stage, where my wife performed with a mechanical precision that made me proud and envious. Here we were, the LGBTQ+ power couple. The men haters. The ones who invented the saying "my favorite season is the fall of the patriarchy". Now reduced to a couple of walking holes, submissive and lewd. Just a couple of wores who's only desire was to serve black cocks. He didn't even give us stripper names....everyone knew who we were.

As my wife's dance reached its climax, the crowd's cheers grew louder as excitement peaked. With a guttural groan, he erupted, his thick, warm cum splashing across my face, coating my skin in sticky, viscous strands. The audience roared in approval as he grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the stage. The announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, echoing off the walls. "Ladies and gentlemen, Emily Jacson and her wife Alison Fortman!" The spotlight blinded me as I stepped into its glare, the cum on my face glistening under the harsh light. My wife, still breathing heavily from her performance, grinned as she saw the state I was in.

As our lips met, the metallic tang of Maurice's cum mingled with the sweetness of my wife's mouth, a nauseating yet intoxicating blend that left me lightheaded. Her tongue was greedy, lapping up every trace of the sticky fluid from my skin, and I could feel her hunger, her desperation to please.

-Heeey, that's my cummy, I snapped, breaking away and frantically gathering the remnants with trembling hands. The audience erupted into laughter, their jeers and applause a cacophony that drowned out my own jagged breaths. I turned to face them, my lips curling into that stupid, vacant grin, the one Maurice had drilled into me.

-You did good, whore, Daddy Maurice praised, his voice low and gravelly. My wife's eyes lit up with joy and pride. Maurice's grin widened, revealing his pearly whites, as he gestured towards a door at the far end of the room.

-Time for the reward party, he announced, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure.

He led us through the door, and the sight that greeted us made my heart pound in my chest. The room was filled with naked black men, their huge black cocks standing at attention, drawing us like a magnet, while their eyes were gleaming with anticipation.

Seeing all those big black cocks my wife and I started jumping up and down screaming "YEEEEY" with joy.

-YOU"RE THE BEST DADDY EVER!! We showered daddy Maurice with praises. our voices echoed through the room, a chorus of adoration.

Maurice's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he basked in our submission. The room around us was a labyrinth of shadows, the air thick with anticipation. Each naked figure seemed to close in, their eyes reflecting the same hunger Maurice had instilled in us. I could feel my wife trembling with excitement her hand in mine.