Taya stood in front of her mirror, her heart racing as she slipped into the outfit she’d chosen for the evening. A tight, black lace bodysuit hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination, paired with sheer stockings and thigh-high boots. She knew it was slutty, but that was the point. Jamal had promised her something unforgettable, and she was determined to play her part. Her conservative housewife persona felt like a distant memory as she smirked at her reflection, her once-reserved self now a willing participant in the raw, unfiltered world she’d been dipping into.

The doorbell rang, snapping her out of her reverie. She took a deep breath, smoothed her hair, and made her way to the door. Jamal stood there, his broad frame filling the doorway, a mischievous grin on his face. “Damn, Taya,” he said, his deep voice rumbling as he took in her outfit. “You look like you’re ready to get into some trouble.”

“I’m ready for whatever you’ve got,” she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She stepped aside to let him in, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air as he brushed past her.

Jamal’s eyes gleamed with approval as he scanned the room. “You’re gonna love what I’ve set up,” he said, his tone confident. “But first, let me introduce you to a couple of friends.”

Before Taya could respond, the sound of laughter and heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway. Two more men entered, both tall and muscular, their dark skin contrasting sharply with her pale complexion. One had a shaved head and a goatee, while the other wore his hair in tight braids. They both wore knowing smirks as they took in her appearance.

“Taya, meet Tyree and Malik,” Jamal said, gesturing to the newcomers. “They’re here to make sure you have a night you’ll never forget.”

Taya’s pulse quickened as she realized what was about to unfold. She hadn’t expected a group, but the thought of being with three black men at once sent a thrill through her. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice husky. “What do you have in mind?”

Jamal stepped closer, his hand brushing against her hip. “We’re gonna use every inch of you, Taya. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass—they’re all ours tonight. And you’re gonna take it like the white whore you are.”

His words hit her like a jolt of electricity. She felt her cheeks flush, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she met his gaze, her eyes daring him to push further. “I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Tyree and Malik closed in, their presence overwhelming. Tyree grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the couch, while Malik began unbuttoning his pants. Jamal followed, his hand sliding up her thigh, his touch both rough and possessive.

“Get on your knees,” Tyree ordered, his voice commanding. Taya didn’t hesitate. She dropped to the floor, her eyes locked on Malik’s thick, throbbing cock as he freed it from his jeans. It was longer and thicker than anything she’d ever seen, and her mouth watered at the thought of taking it.

Malik gripped her hair, guiding his cock to her lips. “Suck it, bitch,” he growled. Taya opened her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him in. She moaned softly, the taste of him filling her senses. Tyree stepped closer, his own cock already hard, and pushed it into her waiting mouth. She gagged slightly as he thrust deep, her hands gripping their thighs for support.

Jamal watched for a moment before stepping in. “That’s it, Taya. You’re a good little whore for us,” he said, his voice laced with approval. He moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he lined his cock up with her dripping pussy. “Time to fuck that tight white pussy of yours.”

Taya gasped as he pushed inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. She felt full, overwhelmed, and utterly helpless as the three men used her body for their pleasure. Malik and Tyree took turns thrusting into her mouth, their hands tangling in her hair as they fucked her face, making her choke and gag. Jamal pounded into her relentlessly, his hips snapping against her ass as he claimed her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you, whore?” Jamal growled, his breath hot against her ear. “You like being used by black cock?”

Taya could barely respond, her body overwhelmed by sensation. “Yes,” she managed to whisper, her voice hoarse. “I love it.”

Jamal smirked, his grip tightening on her hips. “Good girl. Now, let’s see how you handle my dick in your ass.”

Taya’s eyes widened as he pulled out of her pussy, his fingers quickly replacing his cock as he prepared her for what was to come. She felt his spit-slicked finger slide into her tight hole, stretching her as she whimpered in anticipation. Malik and Tyree paused, watching with hungry eyes as Jamal positioned himself behind her.

“Ready for this, Taya?” Jamal asked, his voice low and dangerous.

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes. Please.”

Jamal didn’t hold back. He thrust into her ass, his cock splitting her open as she cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Her body trembled as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, stretching her further with each thrust. Malik and Tyree resumed their positions, fucking her mouth and pussy with renewed vigor, their hands gripping her roughly as they used her like the whore she was.

“You’re so tight, Taya,” Jamal groaned, his voice strained. “Your ass is made for black cock.”

Taya could barely process his words, her mind consumed by the sensations overwhelming her. Her pussy clenched around Tyree’s cock, her mouth stretched around Malik’s, and her ass burning as Jamal filled her. She felt like she was being torn apart, yet she’d never felt more alive.

“I’m close,” Malik warned, his voice tight. “Where do you want it, whore?”

Taya didn’t hesitate. “My mouth. I want to taste you.”

Malik growled in approval, his thrusts becoming frantic as he emptied his load down her throat. Taya swallowed greedily, her eyes rolling back as she savored the taste of him. Tyree followed soon after, pulling out of her pussy to shoot his cum across her chest and face, his thick streams coating her skin.

Jamal held on longer, his strokes becoming harder and faster as he pounded her ass. “You’re gonna take my cum deep, Taya,” he growled. “You’re gonna feel it filling you up.”

Taya moaned, her body on the brink of orgasm. “Yes, Jamal. Please.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Jamal buried himself in her ass, his cum erupting inside her. Taya screamed, her body convulsing as her own orgasm ripped through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she lay there, spent and trembling.

As the men pulled away, Taya collapsed onto the couch, her body glistening with sweat and cum. She felt used, claimed, and utterly satisfied. Jamal wiped his cock clean on her thigh, his eyes smoldering as he looked down at her.

“You did good, Taya,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “You’re a real white whore, and we’re gonna make sure you never forget it.”

Taya smiled, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. “I won’t,” she whispered, her voice laced with pride. “I’m yours.”

The night was far from over, and Taya knew there was more to come. But as she lay there, surrounded by the men who had claimed her, she felt a sense of belonging she’d never known before. She was their whore, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. The thought of Will, her life before, felt distant and irrelevant. This was where she belonged—serving black men, embracing her desires, and surrendering to the raw, unfiltered pleasure they offered. And as she drifted off, her body still throbbing from their use, she knew she wanted more.