You lose count

You feel your owner's cock bottom out inside you, pressing against your cervix.

"Oh, god." You moan under your breath, though everyone in the room can hear you clearly.

Your husband is silent as the sound of Terrance's pelvis slapping against your pussy increases in pace, and your voice begging him to take you gets louder.

"Oh..oh my god...master...yes..please....please keep fucking me...please..." you beg him, knowing you need this

The other man moves to the head of the bed, and guides his cock to you.

"Suck it, bitch." He says, pulling your hair to **** himself into your mouth. You accept him eagerly, doing your best to take as much of his huge dick as you could before you gag.

Your master's pace never decreases, his thick cock stretching your pussy as he pistons in and out of you like a jackhammer.

You moan in ecstasy around the thick cock in your mouth, orgasm after orgasm overwhelming your will to do anything but obey these men and submit to their every desire.

"Fuck yeah, your wife's pussy is so fucking tight, white boy." Your master says, glancing over at your husband as he buries himself balls deep in you once again.

Hurt and shame show in his eyes as he is again reminded that he could never make you feel even close to this level of sexual satisfaction.

You knew the man you had married would never touch you sexually, your master would never allow it. In a way, you are relieved. Even if you wanted to have sex with your husband, you doubted you would even feel him after having taken your master's cock inside you.