Lisa had been the office tease for months, but everything changed the night her three black co-workers decided to claim her for real. It started after the late meeting when Marcus, Tyrone, and Jamal cornered her in the empty conference room. "You've been shaking that white ass at us long enough," Marcus growled, grabbing her by the hips and yanking her skirt up. "Tonight you stop pretending. Tonight you're our fuck toy."
She didn't fight them. Her husband was out of town, and deep down she'd been craving exactly this. Marcus bent her over the table first, ripping her panties aside and slamming his thick black cock straight into her dripping pussy. "Fuck, this married cunt is tight," he grunted, pounding her hard while Tyrone fed his heavy dick into her mouth. Lisa gagged and drooled around the shaft, eyes watering as Jamal stroked his own massive cock beside her face, slapping it against her cheek.
They used her like she was nothing but holes. Marcus flooded her pussy first, pumping load after load deep inside until cum leaked down her thighs. Then Tyrone took over, flipping her onto her back and spreading her legs wide so everyone could watch his black meat stretch her open. "Tell us who owns this pussy now," he demanded, thrusting so deep her belly bulged. Lisa moaned around Jamal's cock, "You do… all of you own me." They made her say it louder, made her beg for more cum while they took turns wrecking her.
By the end of the night she was on her knees, face glazed, pussy and ass both sore and leaking. Marcus snapped a photo of her ruined expression and sent it to her phone with a message: "You're our sex slave now. No more saying no."
From then on it was constant. At work they called her into storage rooms, the parking garage, even the boss's empty office. She wore no panties anymore, and they checked. Jamal would finger her during meetings, making her bite her lip while cum from the morning's load trickled down her leg. Tyrone started making her suck him off under his desk while she pretended to take notes. Marcus preferred bending her over the copy machine, pounding her ass raw and making her thank him for every thrust.
Her husband noticed the change but said nothing when she came home smelling like sex and black men. Lisa started staying late on purpose, sometimes not coming home until dawn with her clothes torn and her body marked by handprints and hickeys. One weekend they took her to Jamal's apartment and kept her naked for two full days. They chained her wrists to the bedposts and took turns using every hole. Lisa came so hard she squirted across Marcus's stomach while Tyrone fucked her throat and Jamal stretched her ass. They fed her nothing but cum and water, calling her their white cumdump, their married fuck slave.
She stopped pretending she wanted to resist. When they told her to send her husband a text saying she was working late, she did it without hesitation. When they ordered her to wear a tiny dress with no bra to the office party, she obeyed. That night they fucked her in the stairwell between floors while the party went on below, each of them taking her ass in turn until she was shaking and begging for their loads.
Months later Lisa barely remembered what it felt like to only fuck her husband. Her body belonged to Marcus, Tyrone, and Jamal. They decided when she came, how she dressed, and whose cum she swallowed. She wore their collars disguised as necklaces and answered their calls no matter what. On her knees in the supply closet one afternoon, three thick black cocks surrounding her face, Lisa looked up with cum already dripping from her chin and smiled. "I'm your wife sex slave," she whispered, "use me however you want."
They always did.
