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 put your head down, slightly embarrassed but knowing you deserve it. Slowly, you bend down and begin licking her feet clean while she continues to chat with her black strong men friends. You try not to look up at them or their conversation, focusing only on pleasing your girlfriend. After a while of licking and sucking on her feet, she finally stops chatting and pushes you away.

"That's enough, slut," She says with a smirk, "You can go now." Her tone is teasing, but there's an undertone of ownership in it that makes your heart race.

That night, as you lay in bed beside her sleeping form, you can't help but wonder how much longer this will go on. Her obsession with these black strong men has taken over your relationship, and it feels like you don't even know who she is anymore. A part of you wants to confront her about it; another part fears the consequences. You stare up at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

The next morning, she wakes up bright and early, already texting her black friends before even greeting you properly. You try to ignore it, but the bitterness in your heart grows larger with every message she sends. Finally, you can't take it anymore and confront her about it. "Hey," you say, trying to sound calm, "can we talk about this whole thing with the black strong men?"

She looks at you like you're an idiot. "What do you mean? It's not like I'm cheating or anything." She rolls her eyes and goes back to her phone.

She laughs dismissively. "It's just a joke, you jealous little bitch! I can talk to whoever I want about whatever I want!" She stands up and begins to dress, ignoring you completely. The pain in your chest grows with every word she says, but the anger burns even hotter.

What do you do?

You watch in disbelief as her face turns red with anger. "How dare you accuse me of that! I'm not some stupid little slut, I have standards!" She shoves you hard and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. You feel a mix of betrayal and hurt swirling in your stomach as you sit there, wondering if you've just lost everything.

"Yeah," she spits venomously at you through the door, "why don't you tell your black boyfriends about that while you're at it? I bet they'd love to hear all about how much of a little bitch you really are." The slamming of drawers and cabinets follows her angry retort, as if she's throwing everything around in a fit.

You're stunned into silence. Her words cut deep, and you don't know what to say or do now. All you can hear is the loud thumping of her footsteps as she storms around the house, likely searching for anything else she can use against you. The air feels thick with tension, and your heart pounds uncomfortably in your chest.

After an hour passes and she hasn't returned, you work up the courage to knock on her door. "Hey, are you okay? Can we talk about this?" You say, still not wanting to believe what you saw in those group chats. The silence that follows is deafening, until finally the door swings open violently, nearly hitting you in the face.

Your BLACKED girlfriend stands there, eyes bloodshot and lips trembling with anger. "Get out," she hisses venomously. "Just get out of my life!" And before you can respond, she slams the door shut again, leaving you reeling from her harsh words.

"Get out," she screams. "Just get out! You're nothing but a jealous, pathetic excuse for a man!" Her words slice through the air like knives as tears stream down her face. She turns away from you, burying her head in her pillow and trying to shut out the world around her.

She pulls the covers over her head, muffling your words as she sobs uncontrollably. "Just leave me alone," she whispers brokenly. Her body shakes with every sob, and you can't help but feel the weight of her pain pressing down on you like a lead blanket. You want nothing more than to comfort her, to make this all go away, but it seems that for now, your presence only serves to hurt her more.

Her sobs grow louder as you move closer to her, trying to comfort her. "It's not that easy," she whispers between sniffles. "I don't know how to trust you again after what you did." The hurt and anger in her voice are palpable. "You've made your choice, now leave me alone to live mine."

She freezes, her eyes widening in shock. "What? No!" she cries, pushing you away again. "I can't do that! They're my friends!" Her face is a mask of horror at the mere thought of it. It seems she wasn't expecting such a reaction from you.

Her voice trembles as she says, "I can't... They might not understand..." Her eyes dart around the room, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. "Besides, what makes you think they'd want to meet you? You've proven time and again that you're just jealous and possessive." The anger in her voice returns as she pulls away from your touch.

Her expression softens slightly at your offer to sit in the corner. "I... I don't know," she whispers, still uncertain. "It's a lot to ask of them..." She looks like she's about to cry again, torn between wanting their support and not wanting to hurt you anymore.

"Maybe we could... set something up online? So they could talk with us both, maybe?" You suggest carefully. Her eyes light up slightly at the idea.

"Yeah," she says softly. "Maybe that would work..."

"Okay," she finally agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll see if they're up for it... maybe we can all talk sometime soon." She sniffs back another sob and lies down beside you, still not quite touching, but at least no longer pushing you away. For now, you have something to hope for: the possibility of making things right with your blacked girlfriend and her friends.

Tears still flowing down her cheeks, she reaches out a shaky hand to gently touch your arm. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "For everything. I never meant for this to happen." It's a small step towards healing the gap between you, but at least it's something.

She nods, wiping away her tears as she pulls out her phone to look at the messages. "Okay... I think we should try this," she says slowly. "Let's set up a time for them all to talk with us." Her voice is still shaky, but there's hope in it now, a spark of light in the darkness that had descended upon your relationship.

You hold your breath as you wait for her to arrange the call, praying that this will be the turning point they need to heal and move forward together.

"Okay," she says, sounding nervous but determined. She types away on her phone for a moment before saying, "I think we should start with just video chat first. That way they can see us both at the same time." She hesitates before pressing the call button and sitting up in bed, leaning closer to the screen so she can be heard clearly by everyone.

There are five black guys on the other side of the screen as they answer her call, each one handsome and well-built. You can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, even though you know it isn't productive. "Hey, guys," she says nervously, forcing a small smile. "This is my boyfriend."

She gestures for you to say hello as the five men peer at you curiously.

"Hey," you say, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. You force a small smile and add, "It's good to finally meet all of you." Your gaze lingers on her friends for a moment before returning to her face. The silence stretches out as they size each other up, both groups seemingly unsure how to proceed from here.

Your blacked girlfriend glances at her friends, trying to gauge their reactions to you. "So," she begins tentatively, "how have you all been? Have you missed me?" She shoots you a nervous smile, hoping that they'll be understanding about your recent arguments.

One of the guys chuckles and says, "Well, we haven't seen you naked in a while, so that makes it a bit less interesting." The others laugh along, except for one who looks annoyed by the comment. Your blacked girlfriend flushes red and glances at you again, looking uncomfortable with their conversation but also unable to stop it.

"Well, not exactly... but we're all really close." She gives you a guilty look. "We don't mind talking about it sometimes, you know?" The other guys nod in agreement, grinning at her. It seems they are enjoying making her feel uncomfortable. You wonder if this was the right decision to bring them all together like this.

"Yeah, it's just friends being friends," you say with a shrug, trying to sound casual about it. "But we don't talk like that." There's an edge to your voice as you say it, making it clear that you disapprove of their constant discussions about nudity and sexuality. You glance at her, wondering how she'll respond.

She blushes deeply and looks down, her chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. She's clearly conflicted about what to do; part of her wants to please them because she feels like she owes it after all the advice they've given her, but another part of her doesn't want to betray your trust. You can see the struggle on her face as she hesitates for a moment before looking up at you again.

"I-I can't...," she stammers, "but I will show you something else." She leans forward, revealing her cleavage and drawing their attention away from your confrontation.

I'm sorry, baby... I don't mean to make you uncomfortable... but they have been so supportive of me through everything, and I feel like I owe them this much... You know that it doesn't mean anything to me compared to how I feel for you.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what they're asking of her. "Um... I don't think that's a good idea..." She looks at you, hoping for guidance or support, but your silence weighs heavily on her. Finally, with a deep breath, she pushes back the covers and slowly reveals her breasts to them over the webcam, wincing as their excited cries fill the air around her.

I'm sorry, baby... I didn't want to do it... but they kept pushing me and... I just wanted them to be happy, you know? I don't mean anything by it... It's just us being close friends, nothing more. Please understand that...

Her cheeks flush crimson as she listens to them, mortified by their audacity but unable to resist the command in their voices. With shaking hands, she lifts her skirt and slips off her underwear before presenting herself to them on the other side of the screen. "See?" she says hesitantly, feeling humiliated yet also aroused by their attention. "I-I hope this is enough... I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable..."

I feel like throwing up... This was such a bad idea... I never meant for things to go this far... I'm sorry, baby... But they mean so much to me and I just wanted them to be happy with me, even if it means doing stuff like this. It doesn't change how I feel about you at all... please believe that...

I... I can't believe they're asking that... but I guess if it will make them happy... with shaking hands, I begin to touch myself as instructed. The sight of their hard cocks on the screen only serves to arouse me further, and I moan softly into the webcam as my fingers brush against my wet folds.

"See that?" one of them says eagerly. "She's a natural-born tease!" Another round of cheers erupts from their end of the call. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, a strange sort of power coursing through me as they respond to my touch.

I glance over at you, hoping for some reassurance or understanding in your eyes, but all I see is anger and betrayal. It only serves to make me feel worse about the situation, even though I know deep down that it isn't entirely my

I feel my cheeks burn as I realize you've seen the picture I sent earlier. "No... it's just a drawing... I didn't mean for you to see that," I stammer, sounding both guilty and embarrassed. Part of me wants to take it back, but another part of me is turned on by the idea that you might be jealous or aroused by it.

"Oh, okay..." you say slowly, not meeting my gaze. "Just... don't do that again."

I flush even deeper at your words. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." My voice trails off as I focus back on pleasuring myself for the others on the call. Despite my apologies, a part of me enjoys knowing that they're jealous and aroused by what I'm doing. It makes me feel wanted and desired in a way that you never could, even when we were at our closest.

I look over at you hesitantly. "Um... I-I don't know if that's a good idea..." My voice trembles as the thought of letting another man touch me in such an intimate way sends shivers down my spine. A part of me wants to obey them, to make them happy again, but another part is terrified of losing you entirely.

I blush deeply as they insist, their voices growing more demanding with each word. Part of me wants to please them and make up for making you jealous... but another part can't help but feel like this is too much. I glance over at you, searching your eyes for any sign that you still want me or care about what happens next.

"Um..." I say hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-I don't know if... um..."

I swallow hard and shift closer to you, my knees brushing against your legs as I position myself carefully on your face. The sensation of your warm mouth enveloping me is almost too much to bear; it's both incredibly arousing and frighteningly intimate at the same time. "Are you sure this is what you want, baby?" I whisper, my voice shaking as I feel your tongue begin to explore my folds.

I let out a moan as you slide your tongue deeper inside me, the sensation nearly driving me wild with pleasure. It feels so good to have another man's attention focused solely on my body like this, even if it means betraying you. As I stare at the image of them watching us together, a strange mixture of guilt and arousal courses through my veins.

"Mmm... that's it," I whisper, feeling your hands explore my body as you tease my nipples. My head begins to spin from the pleasure and the tension between us grows ever more intense. Despite myself, I start to wonder if maybe I can have both of them - you and them. Maybe we could find a way to make this work for all of us...

"Oh fuck," I gasp as your tongue hits my sweet spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. "You're so good

I look through the window, my heart racing when I see your black friends standing outside our door. "Um... they're here to talk to us," I stammer, not sure what else to say. A part of me is relieved that they came to confront you about how you were acting earlier, but another part can't help but feel nervous about what will happen now that they're all here together.

I let out a startled gasp as they begin groping me, my body tensing at the unexpected invasion of space. My mind whirls with conflicting emotions - fear, anger, and arousal all mixed together in a confusing mess. I try to move away from them, but your friends just grin wickedly and grab onto me tighter, their rough hands squeezing my breasts and ass cheeks. It's almost too much to bear.

"Hey," I manage to squeak out between ragged breaths, my face burning with embarrassment and shame. "I'm Jessica." I try to push them away from me, but they only seem more emboldened by my resistance. They must have been watching the whole time through video chat and finally decided it was time for some payback.