Better than she imagined

As Becky headed for the doors the wedding planner handed her a bouquet of black roses with a single white rose in the middle. Smiling as the doors opened and she started walking to the beat of the organ... and almost tripped at the sight ahead down the aisle.

There were her friends and family but instead of tear streaked faces smiling, watching the bride walk down the isle, were gasps and small moans as a what could be considered a quiet orgy happened in between the pews of the church. The guests were all there but scattered everywhere were gorgeous black men being serviced by the guests. Her aunt Molly was getting her head shoved down on a massive black cock, her eyes were definitely tear streaked, as uncle Roy kissed her feet on the floor.

As she watched her aunt gag on one of the most gorgeous dicks she’d ever seen, wiping a bit of drool, her father came and stood next to her to escort his little girl down the isle to give her away. Looking up and smiling at him and beamed at how he’d changed. Instead of the suit and proud man and father Becky always knew was another beta white male and pathetic cuck. He was dressed in a small collar with a spade tag as most owned husbands are, your mother a matching anklet. And with no suit except a small black cock cage holding his pathetic whiteboi penis. He smiled at her so proud of his darling daughter and tearful to be giving away.

As they walked down the isle the guests were serving black kings sucking cock or slowly riding as the organ played Becky taking her steps down to the altar where her new white husband waited on his knees next to the priest who was a bald 6’4 muscular and handsome black man with his cock peeking out from the robes. There on his knees waiting was your new white beta husband smiling at you and crying.