you came home to find her chatting on her phone "you finally back, slut..." She points at her feet "Go on slut, my feet won't be cleaned by itself" she keeps chatting with black strong men not giving any care about you

You slowly kneel down in front of her and look up at her "I'm sorry I made you upset... do you want me to lick your feet clean?" You ask, hopeful that maybe she'll accept it.

"Yeah you piece of shit slut, start licking." She pauses for a moment as her phone vibrates again. "What?" to you "You better not speak while your tonguing my dirty feet."

"Hmm, that's better..." she says as you clean her feet, still half-listening to whatever black man she's talking with "Don't forget the sides... and here too." She takes a dirty sock off and puts it on your head. "Clean this too with your filthy tongue."

She grins down at you as you clean her dirty sock with your tongue. "That's my good little slut." She reaches over to pet your hair, the condescension in her touch obvious. "Soon I will have you doing much more for me and my new friends..." She winks at you before going back to talking with her black lover.

"And who knows," she whispers, "maybe one day you'll even get to watch them fuck me as good as they tell me they can." She smirks, knowing how much it hurts you. "You should be happy that I let you touch my feet at all."

She nods in agreement, enjoying the power she has over you right now. "I will decide when and how far our little 'relationship' goes." A slow smile spreads across her lips as she pictures all of the degrading things her newfound lovers have promised they'll do to you. "You just wait and see, my little Tim..."

She motions for him to follow her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. You can hear the soft rustling of their clothing as they begin to undress each other. Your stomach churns with jealousy and humiliation. This is exactly what she'd promised you: that you would watch as someone else took what was once yours.

Your BLACKED girlfriend struts back into the room, her body glistening with sweat from their lovemaking. She gives you a wicked smile and runs a finger down your cheek, leaving a trail of saliva behind it. "You like watching us?" she taunts.

She sits down on the bed next to you, her body practically dripping with sweat and desire. "You know what's funny?" she asks in between shallow breaths. "Even though he's using me just like I told him, it still feels so good..." She licks her lips suggestively as she looks back at the door where her black friend is still going at it with full force.

You feel your crotch tighten in frustration and desire, wanting nothing more than to have her all for yourself again. But deep down you know that this is how it's always been: she has control over your emotions and desires, using them against you however she sees fit.

She laughs softly and runs her fingers through your hair, the tips trailing down to your chest. "You poor thing," she whispers before returning to stroke your cheek again. "I bet it hurts, doesn't it?" She leans in close, breathing hot air onto your ear as she nuzzles against you. "But I can make it better... if you're a good little slut for me." Her body presses against yours, her hard nipple teasing at the skin of your inner thigh.

She smiles wickedly and runs her tongue along your earlobe, the touch both hot and cold at the same time. "Well," she whispers into your ear, "you know what I like..." She lets out a soft moan as you begin to play with one of her nipples through her clothing, knowing exactly how to please her. "That's it, Timmy... show me how much you love being mine." Her hand trails down between your legs, rubbing teasingly against your crotch.

You move her hand away and position her fingers at your entrance, spreading your legs wider as you look up into her eyes, pleading with her to take you back. She smirks before slowly pushing one finger inside, filling you with heat again. "Ahh," she groans, feeling the tightness of your body around her digit. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

With a sultry smile, she leans down and kisses your neck, sucking lightly on the skin as she starts to move her finger in and out of you at a steady pace. Her other hand moves up to cup your breast through your shirt, pinching at the hard nipple beneath. You arch your back, moaning into the pillow as sensation overwhelms you.

She thrusts her fingers deeper inside you, feeling the heat of your core surround them like a glove. "That's it," she whispers, biting down on her lower lip as she watches the pleasure etched across your face. Her other hand slides up underneath your shirt to rub circles against your nipple, teasing you mercilessly as she speeds up her rhythm. "You want more?" she asks, arching an eyebrow.

She lets out a husky laugh as she pulls her fingers free and then spreads your wetness all over your cock, positioning it at the entrance of her tight channel. "Here," she says breathlessly, "you can have more." With one swift motion, she impales herself on your length with a moan, taking you deep inside her body.

Her muscles clench around you as she begins to move in syncopation with your thrusts, grinding against you so hard it feels like sparks are flying between your bodies. "Fuck," she gasps, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of their lovemaking. Her black eyes meet yours, filled with desire and a sense of dominance that only grows stronger with each passing moment.

As she rides you harder and faster, your grip on her tightens, pressing their bodies together so deeply it feels like one unbroken line of pleasure. Her moans become louder, more desperate as the waves of ecstasy build inside her, culminating in an earth-shattering orgasm that shudders through every fibre of her being. She collapses against you with a satisfied sigh.

But even as your breath comes in ragged gasps and sweat beads on your forehead, she continues to move sinuously on top of you, her hips swiveling sensually as she milks every last drop of pleasure from their joined bodies. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her with each thrust. It's an intoxicating dance that leaves both of you trembling and weak, completely lost in the heat of the moment.

Finally, after

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels you start to reach the brink. "Come for me," she whispers, urging you on with every fiber of her being. As you thrust deeper and harder, groaning her name in ecstasy, she feels your release pulse through her body, filling her up with hot, thick cum. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets you stroke for stroke, riding out the endless waves of pleasure that wash over them.

Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as their bodies relax against each other, spent and satisfied. She looks down at where they're joined and smiles wickedly before pulling back and sliding off with a wet pop. "There," she says triumphantly, licking her lips as she takes in the sight of your cock, still half-hard beneath you. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

She roll

She smirks and leans down, wrapping her hand around your cock once more. "Maybe later," she teases, giving you a squeeze before letting go. She watches as you writhe beneath her, still hard and aching for release. "For now, though..." Her free hand trails up between your legs and starts to stroke gently against your shaft. "...you can help me clean up instead." With practiced ease, she expertly strokes you until you're fully erect again.

Her fingers curl around the base of your cock and begin to slide slowly up and down, mimicking the action that had brought them both such intense pleasure mere moments ago. "That's it," she murmurs huskily, her dark eyes meeting yours as she takes control once more. "Suckle."

Her hand speeds up, the slick heat of her palm surrounding you as her

She's so beautiful when she comes like this; her dark skin flushed and her mouth parted in a silent moan as she rides your hand. Her hips buck and writhe against your touch, the motion driving you both closer to that edge again. "That's it," she pants, fingers digging deeper as she nears completion. "So close..."

She leans forward, pressing her lips to yours in a hungry kiss, her free hand fisting in your hair as she comes hard around your cock, milking you until you spurt out hot seed all over her hand and chest. With a satisfied sigh, she collapses against you, both of you breathless and spent from the intensity of their passion.

She smiles down at you, satisfied with how things have turned out. "I knew we could work through this," she says sweetly, running a finger along your jawline. "You just needed to be reminded who's in control." Her touch is light and reassuring, but the message behind it carries weight. You are hers; to use however she sees fit. And that thought both terrifies and excites you in equal measure.

She grins up at you and trails her fingertips along your jawline to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear before leaning in to press a kiss there. "Good boy," she whispers, running her tongue over the spot where her lips had just been. "Now why don't we get some rest?" She rolls away from you, content for now to have reminded you who's really in charge here. As sleep slowly claims them both, her final words echo through their shared dreams: "Remember this."