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me, months after my penectomy, hair all fucked up from dirty dancing with my husband, sweat on my face and droplets running down my back, he and two other black men we met walk to our hotel room. They treat me so well, flirty and nice, polite. They chill on the beds. I make drinks. I hear my husband command me to lift up my skirt. My face turns red, and my hands tremble. I do as he says. My husband asks if I want to be a whore for these two men. I nod. My husband tells them to treat me like a lady. One of them calls me adorable, the other stands, peels my dress down my body, kisses my neck, grabs my ass, kisses my lips. The other one gropes me and calls me pretty lady. He gets on his knees and eats my ass. I unbutton the first mans shirt and unbuckle his belt. He buries my face in his bulge and tells me he's jealous of my husband. My husband walks over and whispers in his ear. He pulls out his bbc. I suck his balls. He tells me white boys look cuter dickless. I moan loudly. He tells me he would do anything to have his own dickless white boy as a wife. I tell him how special it was to marry my husband and agree jointly to get a penectomy, that I was overjoyed to have the oppourtunity to be a dickless white boy wife married to a black man. I felt the first man begin to slide his cock inside me. Both men use both my holes. Both men tease and humiliate me for my submission, and my racial inferiority.