The conference room door clicked shut behind them. Olivia’s high heels sank into the plush carpet as she followed her dad inside. The long, polished table was surrounded by huge black men, all in dark suits, all with their eyes locked on her. The air was thick with cigar smoke and anticipation.

“Gentlemen, ” Liam’s voice boomed, a hand on the small of Olivia’s back, pushing her forward. “This is my daughter, Olivia. Eighteen years old. My personal project.”

Olivia stood there, the tiny secretary outfit straining against her curves. The white blouse was so tight the outline of her swollen, dark nipples was clear against the fabric. The pencil skirt hugged the fat swell of her ass, the hem riding high on her thighs. She shifted, a faint blush on her cheeks, but her pussy, already trained and used, gave a wet pulse beneath the tight material.

A man with salt-and-pepper hair and thick hands, Marcel, stood up first. “Well, hello there, little girl.” He didn’t offer a handshake. He reached out and cupped her left tit through the blouse, his thumb grinding down on her nipple. Olivia gasped, her back arching slightly into the touch. “Fuck, Liam. These are some serious tits. Feel how hard that nipple is already.”

“That’s from constant use, ” Liam bragged, moving to the side as another man, Derrick, got up. “I’ve been pumping her full of cum for weeks. Those nipples are always hard, always begging to be twisted.”

Derrick’s hands went to her ass, squeezing both cheeks roughly through the skirt. “Jesus Christ. This ass is a masterpiece. All that jiggle.” He slapped it, a sharp crack that made Olivia jump. “Built for taking slaps, baby girl.”

Olivia’s breath was coming faster. She looked at the floor, but her cunt was weeping, a warm slickness coating her inner thighs. Her little slut mind was already breaking under the pervert stares of all the men.

“Look at me, whore, ” Marcel said, still kneading her tit. He pinched her nipple hard through the fabric, making her cry out. “Your daddy says you’re his personal fleshlight. That true? You just a hole for him to dump his fertile jizz in?”

“Y-yes, ” Olivia whispered.

“Louder, slut, ” Derrick growled, his hand sliding between her legs from behind, palming her entire pussy mound over the skirt. He rubbed hard, in circles.

“YES!” Olivia moaned, her hips giving an involuntary jerk against his hand.

“Good girl, ” Liam purred, circling her like a proud trainer. “Show them what they’re working with, baby. Go say hello to everyone.”

He pushed her toward the table. A younger man, Jamal, with a sharp goatee, grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap as he sat back down. His cock was already a hard ridge against his slacks, pressing into her ass.

“Let’s see these famous nipples, daddy’s girl, ” he said, his voice a low rumble. His fingers made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, popping them open to reveal her heavy tits spilling out of a lacy black bra. He didn’t bother with the clasp. He just yanked the cup down, freeing her left breast. Her nipple was indeed swollen, a dark, puffy areola with a fat, protruding nub.

“Fuck, look at that, ” Jamal breathed before leaning in and sucking it into his mouth roughly, his tongue lashing the tip.

Olivia cried out, her hands flying to his shoulders, not to push him away, but to grip them. Her head fell back as he suckled and bit.

Another man, older with a bald head and gold rings on his fingers, Kelvin, came up behind her. He pulled the other bra cup down and took her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it viciously. “Sweet little pain slut, aren’t you? Daddy’s been stretching all your holes out for us?”

“Yes, sir, ” she panted, her body writhing between the two men—one sucking, one twisting.

Liam was beaming. “She can take it. Her cunt’s so loose and used it hangs open like she’s an alley whore. Perfect for your big black cocks, gentlemen. That’s why we’re here today.”

Marcel stood up again. “Enough foreplay. I want to see this destroyed pussy Liam keeps bragging about.” He grabbed Olivia by the hair, pulling her off Jamal’s lap. Jamal’s teeth scraped her nipple as she was yanked away, leaving a string of saliva behind.

“Over the table, baby girl, ” Marcel commanded, shoving her forward. Olivia stumbled, her tits swaying heavily, now fully exposed. Her hands hit the cool polished wood of the conference table. Marcel’s hand was on the back of her neck, holding her down. With his other hand, he gathered the tight material of her pencil skirt and yanked it up to her waist, exposing her ass and her pussy to the entire room.

A chorus of low whistles and grunts filled the air.

There it was. Her pussy lips, puffy and dark from relentless use, did indeed hang slightly open, glistening with her arousal. The small, tight hole of her asshole was visible just below.

“Look at that, ” Marcel spat. “That is a well-used cunt. Looks like it’s gasping for air.” He brought his hand down hard on her right ass cheek. The sound echoed. A bright red handprint bloomed on her pale skin. Olivia screamed, her body jolting.

“You like that, don’t you, you little bitch?” he taunted, spanking the other cheek just as hard. “Your daddy’s whore. You love showing this sloppy hole to his friends.”

“I... I do!” Olivia sobbed, pushing her ass back toward him, her cunt dripping a thin string of juice onto the table leg.

Derrick walked over, unbuckling his belt. “Let’s see how wet daddy’s little slut really is.” He shoved two thick fingers into her pussy without warning. Olivia shrieked, the sudden invasion making her back arch. The sound was obscenely wet. He fingered her hard and fast, scissoring his fingers inside her ravaged channel. “God damn, Liam. She’s fucking soaked. This whore’s womb is begging for a fresh load.”

“Told you, ” Liam said, his voice thick with pride. He was at the side of the room now, setting up a small video camera on a tripod, the red recording light blinking. “She’s always ready. Her pussy knows its purpose. And it’s about time she gets blacked.”

Jamal stood up, his own pants now open, his long, thick, black cock springing free. It was massive, veiny, and already leaking pre-cum at the tip. He walked to the head of the table and slapped his heavy dick against Olivia’s cheek. “Open up, cocksleeve. Clean it for me.”

Tears streamed down Olivia’s face as she obediently opened her mouth. Jamal fed his cock past her lips, fucking her face with short, brutal thrusts immediately. She gagged, drool spilling down her chin as he hit the back of her throat.

Meanwhile, Derrick pulled his soaked fingers from her cunt and brought them to her asshole. He pressed one against the tight pucker. “This one still needs some work, Liam.”

“Be my guest, ” Liam called from behind the camera. “Use whatever you want on her. She’s your toy today.”

Kelvin, the man with the rings, laughed and grabbed a pen from the conference table console. A standard black ballpoint. He clicked it so the tip retracted. “Allow me.”

Derrick stepped back as Kelvin moved behind Olivia. Marcel kept her pinned over the table, and Jamal continued to ruthlessly face-fuck her, his balls slapping against her chin.

“This sweet little asshole is gonna learn a new trick, ” Kelvin said. He spat on the rounded end of the pen and then pressed it firmly against Olivia’s asshole.

Olivia’s eyes went wide over Jamal’s pumping hips. She screamed a muffled scream around the cock in her mouth as Kelvin pushed. The plastic pen tip resisted for a second before her tight ring of muscle yielded with a soft, sickening pop. He sank an inch of the pen into her ass.

“There we go, ” Kelvin grunted, twisting the pen. Olivia’s body convulsed. He began to fuck her ass with it, short, shallow jabs that made her squeal and clench around the foreign object. The crude sound of plastic sliding in and out of her ass mixed with the wet sounds of Jamal fucking her throat.

“Look at that ass swallow that pen, ” Marcel laughed, still holding her down. “She’s a fucking natural born hole.”

Liam zoomed the camera in on the pen pistoning in and out of her rosy asshole. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Show them how good you are.”

Jamal pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. “My turn in the main event.” He walked to her side, his monstrous dick bobbing, slick with her saliva. He slapped the heavy head against her drooling, hanging pussy lips. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, you white slut? A real black cock to ruin you forever?”

“Please, ” Olivia begged, humping the air uselessly.

“Please what?” Jamal demanded, slapping his cock against her clit now.

“Please... fuck me! Ruin me!” she screamed.

With a grunt, Jamal lined up and drove his entire length into her in one brutal, tearing thrust.

Olivia’s scream shattered the air. Her body bowed, every muscle taut as he buried himself to the hilt inside her stretched cunt. He felt huge, impossibly huge, splitting her wide open.

“FUCK! YES!” Liam yelled from behind the camera. “Look at that! Look at that cock disappear in my daughter!”

Jamal didn’t wait for her to adjust. He pulled back and slammed home again. And again. Each thrust was a savage act of possession, his hips pounding against her ass with a sound like meat slapping meat. The conference table shuddered with every drive.

Kelvin kept fucking her ass with the pen in time with Jamal’s thrusts, moving and swirling it around in her ass with crude, relentless rhythm.

“You feel that, you little whore?” Jamal growled, his hands digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. “You feel that black cock pounding your father’s sloppy seconds out of your womb? I’m gonna breed you deeper than he ever could.”

“Yes! Yes! Breed me!” Olivia chanted, her mind gone, lost in a sea of degradation and overwhelming sensation. Her pussy was on fire, stretched and filled beyond belief, spasming around the invading shaft.

Marcel leaned down, his mouth by her ear. “You’re just a set of holes for black cock now. Your daddy sold you to us. You belong to us.”

The words sent a final, shocking bolt of pleasure through her. Her body seized. A guttural scream tore from her throat as she came violently, her pussy convulsing and gushing a spray of clear fluid that splashed onto the floor beneath the table—a massive, humiliating squirt.

“She’s squirting! The slut’s squirting!” Derrick roared with laughter.

The sight and feel of her climax pushed Jamal over the edge. With a final, deep roar, he hammered into her one last time and held himself deep, his cock pulsing as he unloaded. Rope after hot, thick rope of cum shot directly against her cervix, flooding her deepest channel.

“Take my seed, you white bitch!” he grunted, pumping his essence into her. “Let it mix with your daddy’s!”

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, his cum leaking out around the base of his cock where it was stuffed in her ravaged pussy. Finally, he pulled out with a slick, wet sound, his spent dick glistening with their mixed fluids.

Olivia collapsed onto the table, a broken, used mess, the pen still sticking out of her ass.

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(someone suggested getting her blacked and I really liked the idea)