John’s face contorted with shame as he reluctantly donned the humiliating garments, the cold plastic against his skin making him shiver. Sarah then produced a leather mini-dress, cinching it tightly around John’s waist to accentuate his puny cock and ass.
“How’s that, boys?” she asked, presenting John like a obedient little plaything. “Isn’t he just the prettiest sissy slut?”
The men leered at John’s cobbled-together outfit, their eyes roving over his exposed body with lust. The other black man, even bigger than the first, stepped forward and grasped John’s hair, yanking his head back.
“Now dance for us, sissy,” he demanded, his massive cock bobbing obscenely inches from John’s face. “Show us how much you love being a cumdump for niggers.”
John’s eyes welled with tears of shame and humiliation as he awkwardly began to bounce up and down, the leather dress creaking with each movement. But as he danced, he couldn’t deny the dirty thrill coursing through his veins, the perverse pleasure of being debased and used like a toy.
Sarah remained silent, her gaze fixed on the explicit spectacle unfolding before her. She had never seen John so completely broken, so desperate for cock that he would degrade himself in front of strangers. It was a delicious sight, and one she would never forget.
After John had danced long enough to satisfy the men, they took turns forcing their huge, heavy cocks into his mouth, fucking his face roughly as he desperately tried to keep up. Sarah watched with a cruel smirk, her fingers rubbing her clit as she savored the debasement of her husband.
As the men finally reached their climax, they unleashed torrents of hot, sticky cum directly into John’s open mouth, his plastic pants, and even his diapers. John coughed and spluttered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he was deluged with the thick, viscous spunk.
When it was finally over, Sarah dragged John to his feet, his clothes and body smeared with the evidence of his humiliation. She leaned in close, her hot breath washing over his ear.
“You were such a good little sissy slut for us, weren’t you, John?” she purred, her voice heavy with lust. “I’m so proud of how well you served our cocks. You’ve earned a special treat for being such a good boy this Valentine’s Day.”
John, still reeling from the intense degradation, could only whimper in response, his mind clouded with the overpowering sensation of being nothing more than a cum-filled receptacle for black men.
Sarah’s smile widened as she guided John to the couch, where the two men were waiting, their massive erections already hardening once more. She knelt beside him, her hand sliding up his thigh to grasp his dripping cock.
“It’s time for the real party to begin, sissy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “You’re going to worship our cocks all night long, and I’m going to watch every second of it.”
John’s body trembled with a sick, exhilarating mix of shame and desire as he looked up at the two black men looming over him. He knew he was completely at their mercy, a sissy slut with no choice but to serve their cocks again and again until he was screaming with pleasure and pain.
And he couldn’t wait for it to start.