The journey home was absolute hell.

Anna walked through the streets with small, uncertain steps. The thin, light-blue summer dress clung to her cum-smeared body like a second skin. With every step, the wet fabric rubbed against her hard nipples, against the fresh marker writing on her tits, and against the large ‘I ❤ BBC’ inscription right above her smooth pussy. The cum hadn’t quite dried yet and made the light-coloured fabric almost transparent in several places. Anyone who looked even halfway closely could make out the clear black letters.

People stared at her even more intensely than last time. Men stopped in their tracks and gawped openly at her bouncing, cum-covered tits. Women eyed her with a mixture of revulsion and fascination. Anna was so overstimulated from the two hours of relentless edging that her baby-smooth pussy smacked with every step and fresh juices ran down her thighs. She was hornier than she’d ever been in her life.

At the bus stop, things got even worse.

Three young black men, perhaps in their early twenties, muscular and confident, came straight towards her. They grinned lecherously when they saw the see-through patches on her dress.

“Hey, look at this slut,” laughed one of them. Without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up to her hips in a flash.

“Fuck, she really isn’t wearing anything underneath!” he shouted. The other two laughed and immediately pulled out their mobile phones. Flashes went off. They photographed her smooth, glistening cunt, the fresh inscription “I ❤ BBC” and the cum stains on her thighs.

Anna froze. Panic and intense arousal shot through her body at the same time.

“Please don’t…,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I already belong to someone… please stop…”

The moment she spoke the words, the realisation hit her like a blow: it was the truth. She wanted to belong to Jamal. She wanted to let him use her, to submit to him completely, to be his Queen of Spades. The humiliation only made her even hornier.

The lads laughed loudly.

“Brothers share everything, Mama,” said the biggest of them, grinning. “Show us what you’ve got. Lift your dress up.”

Anna hesitated for just a second. Then, her face flushed crimson and her hands trembling, she pulled the thin dress up herself, right up under her heavy tits. Her plump breasts bearing the words “I love giving tit jobs” and her completely smooth, dripping cunt with the big “I ❤ BBC” were now on full display for everyone to see.

The mobile phones clicked incessantly. The lads took photos and short videos whilst Anna stood there with her legs spread, her dress pushed up, her face flushed with shame and lust.

Lisa (as Leonie at the spa) sat in her office watching the live stream of the three men on her mobile. She’d paid the lads extra for this and grinned broadly. “Perfect… exactly the kind of material I need for Jan. And the OnlyFans account is going to go through the roof.”

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Once home, Anna closed the door behind her and pulled out her mobile, her hands trembling. She immediately opened the new number Leonie had given her – the number she firmly believed belonged to Jamal.

With trembling fingers, she typed:

“Jamal… I’m home. The dress… the writing… I showed myself to the lads. I belong to you. Please tell me what to do next. I’m so horny and so submissive… Your Anna ❤”

She pressed send.

The message didn’t reach Jamal.

It reached Lisa.

And Lisa smiled contentedly as she sorted through the material for Jan and the secret OnlyFans account of ‘Anna Berger – BBC Queen’.

Anna was still lying on the sofa, trembling, her thin dress pushed up, her fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. The message from “Jamal” came back almost immediately:

“First task, Anna. Tonight at 9.30 pm. A masturbation video. At least 5 minutes. You praise black cocks as if they were the holiest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your thickest black dildo. It goes in every hole. Show everything. Keep your face in the frame at all times. Followed by a short shower video in which you rinse yourself off slowly and thoroughly, reading the writing on your body aloud once more. Send both directly to my number.

Anna swallowed hard. Her hands trembled as she took the large, black, realistic dildo out of the drawer – the one she’d bought especially for Jamal. At 9.30 pm, she started recording.

She knelt naked on her bed, legs spread wide, her face directly facing the camera. The marker pen writing “I ❤ BBC” still glowed clearly on her stomach.

“Hello… I’m Anna Berger, 48 years old… and I’m addicted to black cocks,” she began in a hoarse voice. “Black cocks are so much thicker… so much longer… so much hotter than anything I’ve ever had. I love how they stretch my cunt… how they thrust right into my belly…”

She took the thick dildo, spat on it and shoved it deep into her cunt first. Slowly, then faster and faster. The smacking sound was loud.

“Fuck… can you see that? My white, mature cunt is being completely stretched apart by a black cock… I’m nothing but a BBC slut now…”

Then she turned round, got on all fours and shoved the dildo up her arse. She moaned loudly as it stretched her.

“In my arse too… I want a black cock to use me everywhere… in every hole… I belong to BBC… I’m a Queen of Spades…”

She took turns fucking herself in the pussy and arse until she came twice – screaming loudly, her face contorted with pleasure. The video ended with her licking the dripping dildo and whispering directly into the camera: “Please, Jamal… use me properly.”

This was followed by the shower video: Anna stood under the warm water, slowly soaping herself up, running her hands over the writing and reading it aloud.

“I love giving tit jobs… I never wear knickers… Only without a condom… I ❤ BBC…”

She sent both videos.

The reply came after a few minutes – a single photo: Jamal’s thick, black cock, stiff and glistening, photographed from below, the glans wet.

Anna came a third time just from looking at the picture.

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From then on, it became part of her daily routine.

Every morning she sent a nude photo – usually straight after getting up, her hair still tousled, legs spread, the writing clearly visible.

Another every evening – sometimes in bed, sometimes out and about. Whilst shopping in the supermarket, she’d pull her dress up in a quiet corner and take a photo of her smooth pussy and the ‘I ❤ BBC’ right in front of the shelves. Once even in the car park, her dress pushed up to just below her tits, whilst a car drove past.

The marker was slowly fading. After ten days, it was barely visible as a faint grey – but Anna still photographed the fading letters every day.

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Two weeks later, it was time for her next appointment at the spa.

Anna arrived with her heart pounding. She had deliberately put on the thin dress, without any underwear, just as Jamal liked it.

But instead of Jamal, only Mia was in the treatment room.

“It’s just me today, Mrs Berger,” said Mia kindly, smiling. “Jamal’s off today.”

The session was wonderful as always – plenty of warm oil, gentle yet firm hands kneading her heavy tits, massaging her plump arse, licking and fingering her smooth cunt long and thoroughly. Mia made her come three times, even squirting once.

It was technically perfect.

But it felt… wrong.

Afterwards, Anna lay in the relaxation room, her legs still slightly spread, staring at the ceiling. The orgasms had been lovely, yet something was missing. The deep, humiliating, overwhelming lust that only Jamal could trigger. The big, black cock. The strict control. The humiliation.

She missed him.

Mia came in and smiled gently. “Everything alright, Mrs Berger?”

Anna just nodded, but only one thought was spinning round in her head:

*I need Jamal… I need that real feeling again…*

She reached for her mobile and texted the number:

“Please… when can I see Jamal again? I can’t stand it without him any longer.”