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I started jerking off to ejaculation when I was around 18. Once I started doing it, it was all I thought about, 24/7 it seemed like. I collected fuck mags and porno tapes wherever I could find them, to use as visual aids. Just looking at those sexy nude women being loved up by their hot men made my dick so fuckin' HARD! Because of that I was able to convince myself that I was normal, of course, in retrospect it is obvious that I was identifying with the women.

One day when my mom was at work, I was laying in her bed, masturbating. I got up and rummaged through her underwear drawer. The drawer smelled like perfume and the odor made my dick stiffen. Some of her panties had stains - I think they were cum stains - on the crotch. Anyway, I don't know why, but something prompted me to try on a pair of her silky nylon hose. The material felt so good on my legs! Next I stepped into a pair of her red french cut panties. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror - and was electrified.

I was about 5', 2" then, and the only body hair I had was on my 18 year old pubes. I just couldn't believe how much like a girl I looked! I quickly applied som of my mom's hot red lipstick and checked myself out; I almost came in Mom's panties right there.I looked every bit as sexy as those bitches in the fuck mags. I jerked off until my 18 year old dick was sore.

I never knew my real dad; Mom never talked about him, and once, when she was drunk, she told me she wasn't even sure who he was.Mom always had boyfriends as far back as I can remember. Three or four of them lived with us at different times, but they never stayed for long. Then She met Butch, and he moved in soon after.

Butch was Mom's first black man. He had recently been released from state prison, but Mom was crazy about him. I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn't like me much. He treated me nice when Mom was around, but when we were alone he mostly ignored me. I think it was because I wasn't the most masculine 18 year old k**. In fact, looking back on it, I was a downright sissy. I loathed athletic sports, and was frail and a weakling. Once he told me that his 7 year old son could kick my ass! And me, an 18 year old!

Anyway, as I said earlier, my favorite pasttime was jerking off several times a day. I used to go in Mom's room and sneak Butch's fuck mags and masturbate while looking at the sexy nude women. Sometimes I'd pop in one of the porno videos that Butch had, and jerk off while watching the beautiful white women making love to their black men.

One rainy afternoon when Mom was at work and Butch was out I put on some black spike high heels and applied some sexy red lipstick on my pouty lips. I was standing in front of the mirror, admiring my feminine beauty and stroking my cock when I was startled by a wolf whistle. I gasped; there was Butch standing behind me with his arms folded, watching me. I grabbed for Mom's Frederick's of Hollywood silk shorty robe, but Butch's hand lashed out and grabbed the robe from my hand. He whistled. "Like mother, like son", he said.

"Butch, I was just – " I noticed his hand was squeezing his groin; that's when I felt fear. He had me in his grip, his big hand squeezing my upper arm tightly. I was completely nude, except for the 4 inch high heels. He was wearing a pair of atheletic shorts and a sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. Butch was really buff, and he loved showing off his muscles.

He relaxed the grip on my arm and I went for the robe again.

"Uh, uh, uh", he said. "You just stand right there.

His eyes darted to the tv. The porno tape was playing. On the screen a blonde girl was on her knees in front of a black guy and she was giving him a blow job. Butch stripped off his sweat shirt. He was about 5', 10"; 190 lbs, and all muscles. He had tattoos all over. He went over and flopped on the bed, still rubbing his groin. "Oooh, FUCK!" he said. "Man, she could suck the chrome off a bumper hitch! She is fuckin HOT!" He looked at me. "Hey, Stevie," he said. "You lookin pretty sexy, too...pretty as you mama - prettier, even. What are you now 18 - 19? Turn around, girl, lemme look at you."

I did like he said and he whistled again. "Girl you got some pretty laigs on you – just like yo momma. He reached over and ran his hand up and down my bare legs. "Fuck! Soft as silk an' sweet as sugah!"

He pulled me close and bent his head to mine – and we kissed, his hungry mouth clamping over mine, his tongue snaking into my 18 year old mouth and down my throat.

OHMIGOD! I was SO hungry for love and affection! After all, I was 18!I responded to his kiss and my tongue was wrapped around his as his big arms encircled me and I felt SO safe, and SO secure. Suddenly he picked me up and carried me to the bed, lowering me gently onto the sheets.

I watched as he stripped off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shorts. I almost shit when I saw the size of the bulge in his jockey shorts. He came close. "Feel of it, Stevie," he said. "Go haid, girl, squeeze on it."

I reached up and felt the hard boner under the material of his shorts. He groaned in pleasure. "Take my shorts down, sissy," he said.

I hooked my fingers and thumbs under the waistband and pulled his shorts down – and gasped as his huge black cock sprang free. OmiGOD! What a big cock!

"You like that cock, baby?" he asked me. "Go haid, girl, feel of it."

I squeezed down around his thick black cock and I saw a big pearly bead of semen form on the purple head. I knew about sucking cock because I had watched a lot of Butch's porn tapes. I got off the bed and knelt at his feet. I knew he wanted a blowjob, and I was flattered that he wanted me to give him one. I flickered my tongue out lapping up the bead of cum. Mmmm! My first taste of semen! And it was SO good!

So, soon after getting my first kiss, I was giving my first blowjob. And here I was, over 18! Butch was a good teacher. He told me how to suck cock and balls. I sucked his cock until he said, "I'm gonna cum – open yo fuckin' mouth!"

I opened my mouth wide, just like the ladies in the porno tapes and waited as he masturbated over my mouth. Sudden he groaned in pleasure and ejaculated into my mouth. Fuck! His cum tasted SO sweet!

After that I became Butch's woman, fucking him behind my mom's back. Actually our first fuck came 2 days after the first blowjob. We were in the bed nude and we were making out and I begged him to fuck me in the ass. As we kissed he greased his finger in Vaseline and inserted it into my rectum. When I was comfortable with that he inserted a second finger. We kissed and he finger fucked me until I was maddened with sex desire and I begged for his cock in my ass. He kept telling me no, that he was too big for me, and I kept begging him to fuck me.

He laid me back and had me raise my 18 year old legs. He placed my heels over his broad shoulders. This position automatically had the effect of spreading my buttocks and immobilizing me, because my back was on the pillows up against the headboard.

I could feel the head of Butch's cock near my anus as he bent to kiss my mouth and neck and tits. I was squirming, wanting – needing – his dick inside of me. Then he began to push his cock to the mouth of my hungry anus. OH! FUCK! IT FUCKIN' HURTS!

I tried to squirm away but there was nowhere to move. I was lucky if I weighed 70 pounds, and Butch had his 250 pounds of big black muscles on top of me. I was completely helpless as his cock tore into my clenched sphincter muscles. I screamed in pain and naked fear. "Shut up, Stevie!" Butch barked. Then more gently, "Relax, relax you ass, baby."

I tried to do as he said and sure enough, the greasy cock suddenly eased deep into my fuck hole, and the pain subsided. Butch began fucking me with long slow strokes – all the way in – all the way out. He was kissing my neck and sucking on my tits and I felt SO feminine and sexy! Here I was, completely nude, lipstick on my mouth, high heels on my feet, being fucked by a handsome black muscleman! Not just fucked, but made LOVE to!

"Am I like a woman, Butch?" I whimpered, my bare skinny legs up over his big arms as he fucked me.

"You ARE a woman, Stevie", Butch said in my ear. "You MY woman – ALL woman, baby."

We were mating like sex mad a****ls. Suddenly I felt his body tense and he began shaking. His deep bass voice was groaning and he plunged in balls deep – and I felt his hard on jumping inside of me as he released his semen flooding my bowels. He relaxed and lowered my legs from his arms and fell on top of me, breathing heavily. We kissed and I could feel his cock softening inside of me. He eased it out and it felt like I was taking a big greasy constipated shit. I cuddled up against Butch's big chest and he wrapped his arms around me and he went right to sleep. I lay there, naked in his arms, my head full of stars, smelling his flesh, and soon I slept, too.

Eight months later Butch violated parole and was sent back to prison. After Butch was gone, Mom was cleaning out his stuff and she found a videotape of me and him having sex. I have never seen her so pissed off. She bought me a bus ticket to my grandparents and dropped me off at the station. Well, being over 18 and rebellious, I had no desire to go live with them because they were religious nuts and very strict.

I traded my ticket in at the counter for a ticket to Dallas. I don't know why I chose Dallas, God knows I didn't know anyone there, I just wanted to get as far away as I could from Mom and my grandparents. In my bag I had stashed away a couple of pairs of high heels and some lipstick. I also had – in addition to the hundred bucks Mom had given me – 800 bucks that Butch had hidden from Mom.

The bus pulled into Dallas in the late afternoon. It was June and really hot. I wandered around the city for hours with no idea where I was going. Eventually I found myself in what I was later to learn was a ghetto. Being from a small town I knew next to nothing about the world. I went into a store and bought a couple of fuck magazines. Everyone I saw around me was black or latino – which was strange to me because, other than Butch, there were no black people in the town I had spent my life in.

After leaving the store I walked a couple of blocks. I spotted a decrepit looking building with a flashing neon sign in front that said "Hotel Dallas". It was getting dark. I went into the lobby. I passed some worn out looking furniture where some bums were sleeping and went to the desk. The clerk was an older latino guy who seemed surprised to see me. I guess I didn't realize how out of place my youthfulness and skin color made me. I asked him how much for a room.

"How old are you, k**?" he asked me.

"I'm 25," I answered him, which, looking back on it must have seemed very funny to him because I was lucky if I looked 18 - which I was.

"Forty bucks," he said, pushing the register toward me. "Sign there," he said.

I signed a made up name and gave him the money. He handed me a key. "Room 402 – take the elevator," he said.

The elevator was really old and it had a folding cage like door that you had to close first, then the big door closed when you pushed the floor number button. It took a long time for the elevator to get to the fourth floor. I stepped out into the hallway. The lighting was really dim. I found my room and went in.

The room was surprisingly large. I flicked the light switch. A single naked light bulb filled the room with a sickly pale light. In the middle of the room against the wall was an old iron bed. The mattress was lumpy and had stains all over it. It smelled like piss. There were sheets folded on the mattress. Against another wall was a sink. There was no bathroom. That, the clerk had told me, was located down the hallway and was communal, meaning all the guests on that floor had to share it.

I threw the sheets on the bed and took off all my clothes; I couldn't wait to masturbate. Nowadays when I jerked off, in addition to the fuck magazines, I thought of when Butch and I made love. I jerked off 3 times in a row before falling to sleep, cum drying on my belly.

I don't know how long I slept but when I awoke it was still dark. What woke me was a noise. I opened my eyes and was shocked: the latino clerk was standing over my bed! I pulled the sheet over my bare body. "What do you want?" I said.

He stood there looking at me. Finally he said, "I want the money for your friend's room. They checked out and said you were paying."

I was befuddled. "What friends?" I asked. "I don't have any friends. I just got off the bus – I don't know anyone here."

A crafty smile played over his lips for a second. Little did I know it, but I had just confirmed his suspicions – a runaway 18 year old punk on his own. He reached out and began pulling the sheet off of me. I tried to pull it back but he yanked it to the floor. "You got smooth legs," he said. Then his look got hard. "One way or the other you gonna pay that bill."

I was really frightened now. "Ok," I said. "I'll pay. How much is it?"

"Six hundred bucks," he answered. My heart sunk. I knew that it was all I had, and the thought of having to give it up like that was depressing. But I realized that I had no choice.

"Can I have the sheet – to cover myself while I get you the money?"

He handed me the sheet and I wrapped it around my body. "I don't know why you want to cover up a pretty body like that, puto," he said as I went to my bag. I dug around and suddenly I felt sick. The money I had was gone. I dumped the bag out – nothing. I picked up my pants and went through the pockets. I had been robbed while I slept. "It's gone – all my money is gone – someone stole it!"

The clerk reached out and grabbed my arm in a vice like grip. "Look, bitch, don't fuck with me or I'll beat your ass so bad you'll have trouble walkin'. I want the fuckin' money you owe me – NOW!"

I started to cry. "Please," I said, "please don't hurt me! I'm telling the truth – my money is gone!"

He relaxed his grip. "Ok,if that's the way you want it." He bent down and scooped up my clothes and stripped the sheets from the bed, including the one I had wrapped around me. He headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked, crying. "Can I please have my clothes back? I'll call my mom and get you the money."

He paused at the door and laughed harshly. "Your mom? Fuck that, puto, you're over 18, You gonna earn that money." He left and closed the door behind him. I heard a clicking noise. I ran to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. I began to panic. I ran to the window. It was so filthy I could barely see through the glass. I tried to open it but it only went up about 8 inches. The street seemed a very long way down, even if I could get the window open it was too high to jump. I was trapped – a prisoner.

An hour must have passed when I heard the lock and the door opened. It was the clerk. There was a big black guy with him. They entered the room, locking the door behind them. "Ooooo-EEE! You wasn't shittin', Jose!" the black guy said, staring at me. "This some sweet lookin' pussy!"

I tol' you, man," Jose said. "So, we gots a deal?"

"We gots a deal", the black man said. He took a wad of bills out of his pocket and handed it to the clerk, who took it and stuffed it into his pocket. He opened the door and looked at me, cowering on the bed, naked and scared. He shook his head. "Good luck," he said. He left, closing the door behind him.

The black guy was looking at me with a hard look. He was about 30, six foot two, at least 200 pounds and ripped. He was wearing a tanktop. He had a shave head and a goatee. His arms were bigger than my legs, and covered in tattoos. "You know how to suck cock?" He asked me. "And don' lie – I seen the lipstick an' high heels in yo bag."

I nodded. He stood there staring at me. "Stan' up," he ordered. "I wan' check you ass out - see what I done paid fo"

I got off the bed and stood in front of him naked. "Turn yo ass aroun' " he ordered. I obeyed him numbly. I tensed when I felt a big hand feeling up my bare legs. It moved to my buttocks, up my bare back, up the back of my neck and through my long blonde hair. Then he ran his fingers up through my hair, twisting it into a top knot. His other hand was feeling his groin. He took my top knot and forced me to my knees. "Unzip my pants," he said.

I was on my knees, my head kind of twisted to an angle because of the grip in my hair. I did as he told me. Oh well, what the fuck, it was only a blow job – at worst a fuck – I had done it all before, with Davis. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor. I didn't have to be told – like all black men he wanted to be served. I eased his undershirts down. He had a big cock, about 8 inches, no worse than Butch's, I thought. His dick was erect and veiny. He pushed my face to it. "I want a nice blowjob, sissy," he said. "Lots of tongue and saliva – no teeth – I feel teeth Ima knock 'em out 'yo haid."

He stripped off his tanktop and kicked his pants aside, standing there like a naked black bull. I felt my dick getting hard, too, as I ran my tongue and lips over his cock. I began sucking his dick, using all the tricks I had learned from Davis. As I blew him I ran my small hands all over his big muscley legs – men like that – I had learned that from pleasing Butch. Then I kissed his balls, sucking them into my mouth. He groaned in pleasure as I sucked his cock and balls. Suddenly he tensed and I felt my mouth flooding with sweet tasting cum. There was so much cum I had to gulp it down to prevent it from spilling out of the corners of my mouth. I swallowed it all and cleaned his penis off with my lips, nibbling and sucking the last drop out of his cock. "Didja like it, honey?" I asked him.

He grunted. He quickly dressed. "I ain't gone lie, that was one pro blowjob," he said. "Stan' up, I wanna see that pussy."

I stood up and he took me by the arm and turned me around. "Bend over and spread yo ass." He said. I obeyed and he whistled. "Yeah, nice and pink and tight," he said.

I felt better now; I had sucked him off and he had gotten his money's worth. "Can I have my clothes back now?" I asked him.

He glared at me. "You don' get it – do you? I paid 300 bucks fo you ass. You belong to me now. You my ho. You gone pay my money back an then some."

Then he reached into a back and took out a pair of handcuffs. He took my left wrist and clamped one of the cuffs on it, the other cuff onto the iron bed board. The cuffs had a length of chain connecting them that were longer than the usual length - about double. At least it gave me more movement. But there was no getting around the fact that I was chained naked to the bed; I was no better than an a****l.

Beginning that night the black man - his name was Odell - brought men in to fuck me. I began to dread the click of the locks in the door because i knew it was another trick for me to service. At first i was sullen and uncooperative, but a severe ass whipping from Odell put the fear of god into me. It happened after the second trick; the guy complained that I was a dead fuck, according to Odell. He came in the room, cuffed both my hands to the sink, and started giving me a beating like I had never had before. He used his fists and a big leather belt. When he was done my right eye was completely swollen shut and my upper lip was swelled up like a duck bill. I had big purple bruises all over my body, and I ached something terrible. He cuffed me back on the bed and pinched my jaws between his big hand, his face inches from mine. "Every time I get a complaint from a trick", he said. "An' you gonna get a asswhippin' just like this. Are we clear?"

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Glen always got k**ded about how young he looked. Even on his wedding day, three months ago, someone had called him 'the baby-faced bridegroom'. He took it all good-naturedly. After all, he was quite short and slender, and really did appear to be in his teens. At 21 he still got carded in liquor stores. He didn't get carded in bars because he never drank there. Even the neighborhood place, which was completely tame, seemed too rough to him. Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable with Leesy, as Lisa was called by all her friends, because she was as short as him and shied away from bars.

They had a brief period of dating, got engaged, and were wed. It all went smoothly. Well, almost all. Leesy played the innocent girl and declined to have any sort of sexual relations with Glen before they were married. He was old fashioned enough to appreciate and accept that though, at the same time, he was achingly eager to experience intercourse. He had gone out with other girls in the past. He had even gotten a few of them into his apartment. The problem was that, when they saw his underdeveloped penis, a mere two inches flaccid and only four, and proportionatly skinny, erect, they suddenly lost all interest in going to bed with him. Two of them even laughed at his inadequate member, one who tried to contain her reaction and the other, a rather trampish girl, who pointed at it and didn't bother to hide her amusement.

Of course, he internalized his failures, and became extremely self-concious about his tiny endowment. He told himself that the girl who laughed openly did that because she was so slutty. What had he been thinking in the first place, going out with such a trashy female? He hated it when women were obvious about their sexuality. At the same time, he conveniently blotted out the fact that he had been thrilled to be with her because he imagined that she wouldn't reject him. Glen was desperate at that point to lose his virginity.


On his wedding night all of his insecurities rose up and gave him a terrible case of nerves. He had a small house he had inherited and that was where they went, with the plan to postpone their honeymoon until they were more financially secure. Glen was also obsessively frugal. Leesy wasn't happy with that but she did appreciate the idea of starting out with a home and a secure situation, so she made no complaint. She went to the bathroom to remove her wedding dress -- Glen had talked her out of getting an expensive gown -- and he headed for the bedroom to undress. He was so nervous he was almost shaking. He had just lowered his jockeys to his ankles when she walked in sooner than he expected. Glen froze, not even retaining the presence of mind to step out of his shorts. He had intended to turn off the overhead light and leave on only the small lamp by the bed. Instead, he had to stand there, hands uselessly at his sides, with his mini-dick in plain sight.

All Leesy had on was her garterbelt and stockings, along with her heels, wedding headpiece and veil. She stared at his crotch and her expression turned stormy. He unwisely tried to take a step toward her and was tripped up by his shorts, nearly falling before he caught himself on the edge of the bed. Glen belatedly discarded the jockeys but still had no way to hide his inadequacy.

He said, his voice shaky, "I... I'm sorry, Leesy. I mean, I didn't want to upset... or, you know..."

"No, I don't know," she said with cold calm. "What didn't you want to upset me about?"

She wanted him to say it. He felt his cheeks grow warm as he blushed. "I just mean that... You know. I'm not... big... down there."

"Not big," she repeated acidly. "That's an understatement. You weren't honest with me, were you?"

"I guess not. I mean, no."

"Then I think you should make it up to me -- husband. I think you should use your mouth on me -- between my legs -- to satisfy me, since you obviously can't do it with that baby dick. I'll bet you've never given any woman an orgasm with that little weiner."

"N... not... no," he said, shamefaced.

"In fact, I'll bet you've never even had it inside a girl."

Without thinking he said, "No, but..." Then he realized what he had just confessed.

"Which means you're a virgin, doesn't it, Glen?"

"I..." He hung his head. "Yes, Leesy."

She sneered at him. "Then I hope you're really good with your mouth. Or haven't you done that, either?"



"I haven't but..." He made a pained face. "I can't. I mean, just the idea disgusts me. I'm sure if you let me, you know, have intercourse..."

"That's not going to happen. And I don't care that the thought of licking my pussy, and sucking on my clit, and pushing your tongue up inside, makes you sick. Condsidering what you've done to me, getting me to marry you under false pretenses, you deserve to suffer. And I'm going to see that you do. Onto the bed, shrimpdick. NOW."

He scrambled onto the mattress, his heart racing, his stomach rolling. She laid down and threw her legs apart lewdly, exposing the pink gash of her pussy as brazenly as she could. Glen gagged slightly as he brought his face down. She told him to start slowly and then gave him detailed instructions which she told him he had better remember. Leesy kept him down there for nearly an hour. It excited her that he didn't want to do it. He eventually gave her three orgasms and left her sated. She didn't permit him to wash his face or rinse his mouth. Instead, he had to lie alongside her desirable body while she stroked his chest, teased his receptive nipples, and mocked his unimpressive erection. After an hour of that he was thoroughly frustrated and so demeaned that thoughts of trying to coax her into real sex became impossible.

For the first three months of their marriage that was the pattern they followed. Plenty of oral sex for Leesy, lots of teasing for her new husband, and no release for him at all. Then she got the phone call that changed everything.

She told Glen, "I'm having a visitor tonight. An old friend. I can't wait for you to meet him."

It was a Friday and he had finished early at the office. That left him with several hours until his wife's guest arrived. Tense and concerned, he ran to the liquor store to get the half dozen items she wanted. All the bottles were the better brands, and cost Glen a lot. He was used to picking up a single bottle of inexpensive white wine and wasn't happy about the increased cost but, with the state of his marriage, he had learned by then not to object to anything she wanted. He still believed time would fix their problems.

When he got home Leesy called to him from the bedroom. "Just line up the bottles on the kitchen counter. Make sure there's plenty of ice, too. Then come in here."

He did as he was told. When he entered the bedroom he was shocked to see the transformation his wife had wrought on herself. Her medium length blond hair, usually worn down, was teased up and sprayed into a slutty rat's nest. She normally wore almost no make-up but now she had on a triple dose, which made her appear trashy. Adding to the effect was the snug sleeveless top that she wore with no bra under it, as well as the tiny wrap-around skirt that barely reached beyond the tops of her smooth round thighs. Completing the whorish outfit was a pair of tall heels in bright red, with open toes that showed off matching nail polish.

"W... what are you doing? You can't have anyone see you like that. It would embarrass me."

"It's not how you feel about me that matters. I want to impress my friend. You just worry about our drinks."

He wanted to protest but felt defeated. After three months of regularly being teased but denied sexual release, and of having his laughably small dick ridiculed, he had almost no self respect left. Glen simply wanted to get this evening over with and move on. At a few minutes after eight they heard a firm knock on the front door. Unhappily, he went to answer it. As he swung the door open, Glen was stunned to find himself confronting a towering Black man with broad shoulders, his heavily muscled arms shown off by a purple pocket-T. He glanced down at Glen and smirked.

In a deep commanding voice he said, "I'm here to see Leesy."

When Glen didn't move aside the hulking figure pushed past him, nearly knocking him off balance. Glen stumbled after him. Leesy was in the livingroom. When she saw the newcomer she opened her arms and the two of them hugged passionatly. To Glen's horror, she turned up her face and opened her mouth. The huge Black stud pressed his fleshy lips to hers and they shared a long, deep kiss. Then the bull of a man turned to Glen and glowered.

"Make me a 7 and 7. Leesy here'll have a rum and cola." He asked her, "That still your drink, baby?"

"Sure is, Turk," she answered. "Though it's been a while since I've had one. My husband only drinks white wine. Or I should say, he sips it, like a girl."

They both laughed. Turk sent Glen scurrying to the kitchen with a hard look. When the frightened husband returned with their drinks, and nothing for himself, they were sitting on the sofa, close together, having an intimate conversation. As Glen sat across from them on an old armchair, he heard terrible news.

Turk wanted to know, "Leesy, what are you doing with a nothing like him?"

"Well, he has this house and a decent job. You know what a party girl I was when we were together. I guess I got burned out and needed a break. I started wearing conservative clothes, lost my make-up bag, and acted like I was as dull as him. After we got hitched and I found out he has a pinky finger where he should have grown a cock, I got pissed off and knew it was time to go back to enjoying myself. You don't know how much I've missed having a monster cock like yours in me, Turk. His is so small that all I'll let him do is go down on me. And wait'll you hear this. The idiot's a virgin." She chuckled. "And as of right now, I intend to keep him that way."

Glen was aghast. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Then his wife began to open Turk's pants. She got his cock out and it was enormous, about eight inches soft. Her soft small hands massaged and stroked until his organ swelled to an amazing ten inches hard. Glen sat there trembling, knowing he had no chance to compete. But that wasn't the worst of it. Leesy lowered her head and fitted her overly reddened lips around the large knob of his tool. She sucked it happily and then demonstrated that she could swallow the entire shaft, right up to his heavy balls. Glen was sickened but couldn't look away.

After ten minutes of that they moved to the bedroom, making Glen bring them their drinks. They happily undressed each other and were soon on the bed. Leesy lay there smiling up at Turk, her thighs apart, his massive rod aimed at her moist cleft. He shoved into her and buried himself all the way, then began pumping her hard. She responded by gripping his shoulders, squirming her hips, and thrusting back at him.

"That's it, Turk," she urged. "Jam that log into me. This is what sex is supposed to be like. My jerk of a husband doesn't have the equipment or the know-how to do it right. He's a big waste of time in bed. But you're incredible." She went on and on like that, praising her lover and insulting her spouse.

They shared an animated bout of sex that lasted over a half hour before she had a loud climax and he let himself unload into her. When they had at last finished and come down from their heightened state, they lay next to each other, whispering softly. Glen sat there sniffling.

Turk declared, "We've got to do something with your sissyboy there so he won't ever get any crazy ideas about having any rights to your body. What we've got to do is show him what a wimp he really is. What a wussy. And I know the way to do it."

They got up and he made Glen sit on the caf? chair in front of her vanity table. Turk annoucned that she was going to make Glen resemble what he really was, more girl than man. He told her to start with lipstick -- "Lots of it." She chose a tube of 'Mad Magenta' that she had bought on impulse and never used. A liberal application, along with lip liner to make his mouth appear larger, achieved the effect Turk wanted. When Glen saw himself in the mirror he felt swoony. It changed the look of his entire face. When she followed that with heavy eye make-up, including blue shadow on his lids, he looked even more feminine. A little shading here and blush there finished the job. She was already getting ideas of how to make the results more extreme. And she was getting turned on by how unmanly and miserable it made Glen appear.

"Real good," Turk declared, nodding his approval. "Now see if you have a sweet little nightie and panties for your new girlfriend. And he's got little feet, so let's try an old pair of your shoes."

Delighted, Leesy selected a pink, see-through babydoll set and high-heeled bedroom slippers. Glen had almost no hair on his legs, and it was very light, but to hide what little there was she also had him don pale red stockings with elastic tops. The total effect was incredible. Glen was gone and a slutty party girl had taken his place. Thrilled with her success, she also teased his hair and sprayed it into a field of spikey points, not too punk- rockish, but more cheap-whorish. Glen was appalled. Leesy was wildly amused. Turk was interested -- in a very personal way.

The imposing Black man snapped at Glen to stand. Then Turk got behind him, brought his hands around and pressed them to Glen's narrow hairless chest, and shoved his naked crotch against the feminized husband's naked backside. When Glen felt that huge cock insinuating itself between his buttocks he instinctively tried to squirm free but Turk held him effortlessly. That massive Black cock was getting hard again, even after its owner had just had sex. Still restraining Glen, Turk got the victim's nipples between his rough thumbs and forefingers and rolled them, making Glen's little penis rise.

"Looky there," Turk observed with a laugh. "Your faggy husband likes being touched by another man. I wonder what else he likes."

"Let's find out," Leesy said breathlessly. "I want you to push him as far as you can, lover."

"Yeah. That's what I want, too." Turk tugged downward on Glen's nipples, making him sink to his knees. Then he moved around in front of the distressed cuckold, putting his frighteningly large Black cock directly in front of Glen's face. "Open those girly lips, sissy, and stick out your little pink tongue."

"P... please, d... don't..." Glen said falteringly.

"Awwwww," she's shy, Turk said with a chuckle. "Come here, Leesy. Let's show him I'm nobody to be afraid of."

She went to the stud immediately. He put one hand on each of her breasts, covering the rosy nipples, and fondled them freely. They kissed and his cock stood up like an iron bar. He ran his hands all over the sexy woman as her defeated husband knelt there watching helplessly. Then Turk turned back to Glen.

"See, Miss Prettymouth? I treat girls real nice. That's how I want to treat you. If you'd rather, I can put you over my lap and swat your cute ass until you scream, and you won't be able to sit down until tomorrow. But I don't think you want that. I think you want to trust me and do what I say. Right?"

"Y... yes. Yes, Sir."

"Quick learner. I like that. Here's one more thing for you to learn. When you talk, I want you to sound like the sissygirl you are. You know, all lispy. Try that again."

"Y... yeth? Yeth thir?"

Leesy laughed at her ridiculous sounding husband. Turk grinned down at him. In a soft, approving voice he said, "Good girl. Now I won't have to hurt you. So let's see that eager mouth opened wide and that nimble tongue sticking out." When Glen haltingly obeyed, Turk observed, "That wasn't difficult. Now just kiss my big old balls a few times. Come on, sissy."

Closing his eyes, aware that his wife was watching avidly, Glen forced himself to lean forward and press his brightly colored lips to Turk's drawn up balls and kiss them half a dozen times.

After that the powerful Black man told him, "Next you're going to lick that big yummy cock all up and down its underside. Go on, now. Don't stop making me happy."

Glen pictured himself over Turk's lap, being spanked like an unruly girl. He couldn't bear that, especially since afterward he knew he would have to do whatever Turk demanded anyway. Even though it would make him appear weak in front of his wife, he extended his tongue and lapped his way up and down the bottom of that stiff cock. With every contact he tasted the mingled sperm and female juices from their coupling. It made him ill and humiliated him to the depths of his being, but he didn't stop.

Finally, Turk told him, "That's a gooood wussy. Now you just got to do one more thing for Daddy Turk. You gotta put your mouth over the head of my cock and give it a thorough sucking. Don't worry, baby, I'm not going to make you try to swallow all that meat. I'm not a bad guy. Go on, now, get your lips around that tasty knob."

Hating every second of it, Glen did as he was told by 'Daddy' Turk. He managed to fit his mouth over the business end of the Black tool and began sucking. Leesy watched with her eyes glistening, and licked her full lips.

She said, "Turk, honey. How about if I get down there and use my hand on you? How about if I stoke you until you shoot a load of your precious cream into my sissy husband's mouth, all over his tongue? I want to turn him into a cocksucker. I want to see him suck your Black shaft and swallow your thick salty sperm. Please, Turk? If you do that for me, I'll do anything you want. Anything."

"I'll only do it if this pretty sissy tells me it's okay. How about it, sissy? Do you want your wife to jerk me off until I blast a load into your hungry mouth? I think you do. I think the right answer from you is 'yes'. If you don't nod your cute head it's gonna be like you're telling me I'm wrong, and that'd make me angry. And you DON'T want to make your Daddy Turk angry, do you? But it's your choice, sugarlips. You decide. Tell both of us if you want a big helping of my paste in your mouth."

In fear of upsetting the dominant Black sex machine, Glen could only nod. Turk had him nod several more times, saying he wanted to be sure of the answer, and also because it felt good on his rampant cock. Then he gave Leesy the go-ahead to kneel and begin handling his cock. She happily curled her small pale fingers around the thick rammer and worked her hand up and down. submissively licking and kissing Turk's muscular thigh. Glen was in terror of having the weapon in his mouth go off, knowing that once that happened, he would be forever branded in his wife's mind as a sissy cock-gobbler and weakling cum-gulper. He wanted to cry but instead just kept sucking, even running his tongue over the lower portion of the cockhead, where it was extra sensitive, and around its wide corona. He didn't want to give Turk a better blowjob than he had to, worried that the Black man would then want more, but he also knew that doing less than his best might earn him the spanking that had been described -- or something much worse. Glen's cowardice was getting him deeper and deeper into this predicament.

Turk was silently gloating over his victory. In one short lesson he had reduced a straight husband to wimpy cockslave. He was already imagining how much further he could bully the pathetic worm. Turk had a taste for sissys like him and now he could have one of his very own, along with the fabulously sexy wife, who was as pleased with the transformation as he was. Glen was the only one who didn't want that to happen, and his misery only fueled the other two's desire to go further, further, further.

The tall Black man grunted. He was close to finishing. Glen began to weep as his wife continued stroking, increasing her speed to bring off the man she was cheating with. Turk gritted his teeth and moaned loudly as he pumped out a generous helping of rich semen, filling his cockslave's mouth so fully that some leaked out at the corners. Glen made himself swallow, twice, and then just knelt there, tonguing his new Master through a long afterglow. Turk finally popped the end of the club between his legs out of its warm receptacle.

Leesy hugged him. "Thank you for absolutely ruining that sissy as a man." She kissed Turk deeply. "He'll never be able to even look at me without knowing that I watched him suck cock."

"You mean suck cock the first time." Turk laughed. "With some training from you, he could go professional." He told Glen, "Lick your lips, sissyboy. There's something on them."

After that they kept Glen in his new feminized state every minute that he was home. He had to continue to speak in a sissified voice, lisping and sighing. When Turk entered the room Glen might say, "Mathter, I'm thoo gwad to thee you. Do you wike my new thithy pantieth?" and follow it with a hopeful sigh. Leesy made him do all the housework, usually wearing just heels, stockings and some other bits of girly attire, like a gaudy necklace, earrings, or a big flouncy bow in his hair.

They decided he needed a more appropriate outfit for cleaning and serving, so a maid's costume was ordered. It would be pink and red, decorated with big hearts. They called him their sissymaid and promised that there would be other versions of that uniform to wear. For his part, Glen hated every second of his new life, but he began to accept it, even to respond to it. Because he was almost never allowed to ejaculate, he got stimulated by any sort of sexual contact, even if it was pampering Turk's cock or eating Leesy's ass.

The worst, however, was always her infidelity. She made a show of foreplay with Turk and verbally trashed Glen during sex with her lover. Poor hubby had to prepare both of them for screwing with his mouth and then, even more disgusting, clean them up the same way after. His old life was gone, except for going to work so he could bring home a paycheck, which he promptly turned over to his wife. Even at the office, everyone could see changes in him and how unmasculine he acted. He was looked down on by all his co-workers.

Glen had been turned into a sissy cuckold and nothing could ever reverse that awful transformation.

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My gorgeous petite wife walked up in a flirty barely there dress that showed off her big breasts and curvy hips and it did nothing to improve my mood. It added to my depression.

Gina was so pretty a dozen times a year some idiot would bump into her car just to get to talk to her. Cops incessantly pulled her over and made excuses to get to see her license for her address. Our insurance agent thought they should create a new risk category called 'too gorgeous to drive.' He called three times a month to talk to her about it.

They kept her in the high roller area at the casino where she cocktailed. It was as much for her own protection as it was to make more money from the whales. Though they put all the waitresses in sexy little dresses they added material to Gina's. It physically hurt the eye to see her in the regular dress it was so pornographic.

Even worse, she was the sweetest girl in the world. She was so approachable every asshole on the planet thought he had a chance. There's a mythical thousand dollar a night in tips rumor that lures women into her job. Its bullshit except for my wife, we lived off of my salary and paid off our house in nine months on her tips with her only working three days a week.

Great looking guys that flew in on private jets hawked her offering her anything and everything. The lead singer of a band that performed there offered her a hundred thousand dollars to be at his side at the Grammys.

After two years of dating and five years of marriage, between the pressure to try to prove myself to my boss and prove myself worthy of my wife, I cracked. We'd been three months without sex. I suspected divorce papers at any moment or word that one of the thousands of guys that hit on her a week at her job finally got her to leave me.

"Did you miss wearing your panties today, sweetie?"

She blocked my path until I nodded

Gina caught me wearing her favorite thong.

It happened a month into the sexless period in our marriage, after Gina's slutty girlfriend Joanie goaded my wife into leaving on a two week cruise paid for of course, by some executive at the cruise line that wanted to fuck her. In my mind, Gina boarded the boat intent on cheating. The only solace was the thought of shaving down for two weeks of girl time on my own. Something about smelling nice and taking long baths put me at peace.

We lived out on three acres ten miles from any town and had an eight foot privacy fence around the backyard so I even gardened and worked out on the deck without fear of being caught.

Gina missed me so much she flew home early to find me with her thong down looking over my shoulder at my little hole in the full length mirror across from the end of our bed. My toes and fingernails were painted. I wore a cute shoulder length wig. After all day of looking at them and chatting about them on the internet, I was aching for a big black cock up inside me.

My college sweetheart melted into tears. I ran to the bathroom and removed all the polish, the wig, washed off and put on my jeans and t-shirt. When I opened the door she was standing in front of me.

"How long..?"

"Since I was a teenager?"

"So you lied to me when you married me? I asked you about this when we got engaged."

"I'm sorry."

"I just went and checked your computer. Do you want to have sex with a black man?"

"It's a fantasy, Gina. It relieves the stress of that horrible job. You know how much I love you. I would never do a thing to hurt our marriage."

"I'm not mad. I married a pretty guy with pierced ears and long hair that knew how to treat me right. You've turned into our redneck neighbor Mike. I don't like the beer drinking, the cursing or the aggressiveness and you using the "n" word all the time."

"It's Mr. Donaldson constantly berating me and those idiots I work with. I can't show any weakness to those Neanderthals."

She should have divorced me then but like the angel she is she tried. I dabbled with women's clothes and pranced around and talked in a woman's voice. It was a humiliating disaster. She didn't want me on the internet looking at black cocks but it got to be the only way I could cum.

Finally, I broke down crying and she held me, and we kissed and she said she liked me when I was vulnerable, and I let her in and needed her. I begged her to help me. Whatever she decided to do, just do it, I'd see a psychiatrist or pay for one of those sex ther****ts. Later she made me agree to stop any girlie stuff that's why she was teasing about the panties.

Now I was standing in front of her waiting to find out what else was making her smile.

"I'm going up to the beauty shop to tan. Will you drive me?"

"Can I get out of my work clothes? These dirty jeans are wet with sweat and my shirt stinks."

"It'll only take a minute, baby," she said and gave me a kiss. "I'll be right back."

I waited a minute or so then the doorbell rang. A big black body builder stood in the doorway.

"Hi," I said into the angriest looking face I'd seen in a long time. I thought maybe he ran out of gas or his car broke down.

"Open up the door," he said.

"Sure," I answered trying to stay friendly while wondering why he was there. In our part of the county there weren't any black people. As soon as I opened the door, the man came inside and stood over me.

"I'm Dunn," he said.

"Hi, I'm Terry." I reached out to shake his hand. He looked over my shoulder. Gina came into the living room holding my fuck pillow.

I completely understood the fight or flight mechanism at that moment. I was a flighter. We didn't have to do what he was about to do for me to be clear about my inadequacy as a man.

My heart throbbed and I felt like I'd just been caught stealing. Dunn loomed over me. I was incapacitated with dread and fear. That's why black men with huge cocks were just fantasies. There was not a thread of excitement in it at that moment. He was there to do the unthinkable.

I took the pillow from her, the pillow that I put up under my stomach so my pussy was at the perfect angle to catch and hold as much black cum as would fit in there and I wanted it to be filled to the brim...in my fantasies.

"Go to the bedroom, Terry," Dunn said.

This guy outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds all of it thick taut black muscle. There could only be so many alpha males. Even among them he was at the top of the pyramid. He was not offering me options so I went and stood inside the door of the bedroom hoping that it would satisfy him but knowing it wouldn't.

"Put the pillow up on the bed," he said. "Now strip."

When I hesitated, he sucked in a breath that bulged out his chest. I started out of my clothes down to my boxers.

"Get them panties off."

My little cock poked up but only for a second. I caught a glance of my hairy man body in the mirror and it filled me with disgust...even my beard was coming in. I was a pathetic little queer made to stand naked in front of a big black stud while my wife was in the house. I was a fag about to have a man invade my hairy butthole. My cock retracted to a nub.

"Get up on your pillow," he said then dropped his track pants revealing the thick black cock hanging between his legs. He looked more like he belonged with the other stallions in a horse corral and I wasn't an open mare. That thing would rip me apart.

The reality of seeing one in person differed from the images on the internet. It terrified me like a lion's roar. It paralyzed me from resisting. I got up on the pillow and put my ass in the air. He tugged his muscle shirt over his head. He opened the chest at the end of our bed and squirted lube into his hand and on his cock.

"Grab them cheeks."

I squeezed and pulled myself wide open using all my strength. He pushed a finger up my ass then two. He mounted me. His weight pressed me into the bed. I lie completely covered by a black man with his cock pushed against my pussy his arms shoved up under mine his hot breath on my neck.

"Go on and use your left hand to put it in, Terry."

The puny banker in the Shawshank Redemption fought a prison ****. I just stripped and spread my cheeks and now I was inserting the cock inside me. All men deluded themselves into believing they were the dominant male until a moment forced them to prove it. That moment demonstrated my status as a submissive little bitch. I offered to be bred.

His black rod felt huge but almost anything was huge compared to my cock. The few times I played with dildos they didn't comfortably fit and they seemed smaller than him.

"Get that dick in you," he said pressing me down immobilizing everything except the hand that guided his thrusts until I positioned him at my rosebud.

The feeling of the head of his cock ready to penetrate me was thrilling and humiliating and frightening at the same time.

Every man knows what it means to get fucked in the ass. I didn't have to think about that. In another second, I was losing any claim to some kind of superior manhood. Dunn pushed and I was opened. His fat headed cock entered beyond the rings and I gasped out.

"See how easy you took that cock? Most mothers can't my dick. You were made for breeding. It ain't hurting you is it?"

"No," I said through unsteady breaths. The moment of being opened rushed so many emotions into me I thought I might hyperventilate.

"You can't go back now. You done been took. You can't be a man lying on a bed with a black cock in your ass. Do you want me to go on and finish?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

Dunn moved his hips but didn't go any deeper. He kept all his weight on me and I was pinned to the bed with him covering my whole body. Even his legs were over mine.

I heard Gina start my 4x4.

Her trip took about forty five minutes and that was the time he drilled my ass. He stopped twice for more lube but mercilessly nailed my ass for the rest of the time. I leaked my pillow soaking wet with my pre-cum and he went to the balls on me a few times.

When Gina came back into the house Dunn started pumping me until he dumped a searing hot load into my once virgin ass. As he was spraying me Gina pushed her hand under me and grabbed my cock. With a few pulls I shot probably as much cum into the pillow.

The release brought down any excitement in me. My wife watched me be black bred. I recoiled at the thought of being fucked especially with hairy legs and a smelly body. There was no better way to prove my worthlessness.

"Leave us, Gina. We've got to finish."

With her out of the room, he held me still. "Feel that cum soaking up into you. Be still now Terry and take this load. You ain't fucked until I slip out. Your body knows when the cum's done its work. Right now I'm knotted up in that ass."

His body continued to dominate mine and I felt tiny in his arms...possessed. It was the first genuinely feminine sensation I ever had. It didn't make me any less anxious to be out from under him, for him to withdraw the spear impaling me.

"Terry, you've got to lay still and take that cum. You're making me horny again and I'll have to seed you a second time. Let nature take its course."

It was too late. Dunn's cock got hard again and he pumped me another forty minutes. My back and legs were drenched in sweat when he shot his second load into me.

"You've been blacked a second time now, Terry. Take this one in. It's got to be uncomfortable under me unless you're willing."

I closed my eyes and as soon as I let go a little I let go. His weight felt good on me. I loved being blanketed in black. My little cunt seemed to want to milk him then it settled down.

"Oh, now that's a girl. Now we're getting somewhere. Good girl, Terry. Relax. Oh man my cock is falling into you now. I'm painting that pussy with cum girl...take it all."

My body accepted him. I accepted a black cock and his sperm inside me. It soaked into my body like the sweat from this hulking black man soaked into my skin.

"Nobody takes your little cherry," he said. "You've got to surrender it and that's what I'm feeling now. Are you surrendering your manhood, Terry?"

"Yes," I said.

"Are you getting black bred?"

"Yes."

His cock slipped out a few minutes later and he was off the bed and into the bathroom turning on the shower before I could breathe.

"Make me something to eat, Terry," he said after coming back to the door. "Don't get any crazy thoughts. Submit to everything or you'll be right back up on that pillow."

I looked around for clothes to put on but he shooed me down the hall naked.

"Ain't nothing gonna leak out. I packed you good and tight. Come home clean from now on."

I stood for another moment taking in that I was going to be a regular fuck for Dunn.

"Go on," he said a little more insistently. It scared me running down the hall like a scalded dog.

CHAPTER TWO

Gina sat at the kitchen table as I hurried into the kitchen. If there were any way to feel more humiliated I couldn't think of it. Sweat covered, hairy, walking on quivering legs from a long butt fucking. A load of cum in my ass so huge I wondered why it didn't slosh when I walked.

The terror of being on the bed again kept me going. After flittering around a bit, I froze realizing I was as worthless as a cook as I was as a man.

"Put a potato in the oven and go out and start the grill. Make him a steak," Gina said as if in some kind of emotionless trance all the sweetness drained from her voice. I accepted at that moment, she was gone.

As I came in from starting the grill, Dunn walked into the dining room clean from a shower his cock swinging between his legs. Our front door stood open. The screen door was glass top to bottom.

"You want to suck that cock don't you?"

I nodded yes in front of Gina.

"Get on with supper. You white bois and sucking cock. Damn, it's all you think about. Well I can tell you that you ain't sucking this dick until you accept that you aren't a man."

I ran around the kitchen naked and got a little emotional and I almost cried once but pulled it together enough to serve Dunn.

"Now, I can't look at your ugly ass and eat so stand behind me and let me talk to you."

He took a bite of his steak and glanced over his shoulder.

"What man lets a nigger just come into his house he don't know? What other house in this neighborhood is that going to happen? These motherfuckers got shotguns. Did I threaten you into putting your fuck pillow up on the bed?"

"No."

"I mean, you've got to know you're getting a cock in your ass at that point. Did you complain?"

"No."

"You let a big black buck crawl on top of you and put his cock in your ass. You're not a man Terry. Can we agree on that?"

"Yes."

"Be honest, Gina. Did that look like gay sex in there...a big hairy dude on another hairy dude?"

"Yes."

Dunn couldn't have hurt me with his cock more than it hurt to see my wife at that moment. She was ashamed.

"Hold on here," Dunn said chewing a piece of steak as he spoke. "This is a fucking riddle or something. Terry, are you gay? Do you want to dump your wife to be the wife of a hairy black man and have hairy sex?"

"No."

"Do you want to be a woman and get a sex change?"

"No"

"Do you want to have sex with that gorgeous woman over there?"

"Yes, I love Gina with all my heart."

"Calm down there, Terry," Dunn said. "See, just cause you been took don't mean you lost all your fire, it just means you ain't a man."

Dunn started cutting another piece of his steak then stopped. "We're almost there. I think we're close to solving this riddle. If you ain't a man why am I laying on top of a hairy dude? Isn't that disgusting to you?"

"Yes."

"So you're carrying my load painted all over the inside of you and you're walking around acting like you are a big boss man ordering truckers around and driving that four wheel drive and saying "nigger" and cursing around your wife. Do you see the problem?"

"Yes."

Dunn finished eating while I stood behind him accepting the truth. He savored his steak and his dominance over me and I trembled standing behind him and took it with my pretty white wife watching. Why would she ever want to have sex with me again?

When Dunn finished his food I took his plate over to the sink, washed it and let it drain.

"Come over here, Terry. Look at me." Dunn grabbed my ass and pulled me up next to him.

"I like you," he said. He patted my belly. "It takes strong insides to admit what you admitted. I see you white bois running around acting a fool hiding the truth. They're sucking a dick at the x-rated shop then calling out 'nigger' this and 'nigger' that to their buddies at the bar with the stain of cum in their mouths. It's no way to live brother. Are you going to give up all of that old bullshit?"

"Yes," I said.

He held me in place and made me look him in the eye.

"I'm going to come over here and give you your treatments. My black seed is like sissy vitamins but don't let me come in here tomorrow and see you fronting like a girl. You know what I'm talking about."

I stood silent.

"If you are a girl do you got to pretend to be a girl? Does a girl say she's going to wear women's clothes?"

"No."

"I don't want to see some fag ass walk on you or a fake high voice or painted toe nails. None of that shit." He grabbed my ass, turned it toward him and spanked it.

"That's my ass whenever and wherever I want it. That's all we're talking about here. Gentle, rough, anyway I want it. You want me to want that ass, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Riddle solved. I'm the superior male. You're the sissy here to serve me with your mouth and your ass and any other thing to make me happy. Gina don't like you acting like a macho asshole. The people you work with don't either. You're not a macho asshole or gay or a woman. You're a sissy."

"Gina, do you love that sissy standing behind me?"

"With all my heart," she said.

"Look, we figured it out with time to spare." Dunn got up and said, "Let's go watch some tv Gina."

She followed him into the living room and turned on the television. I went to the refrigerator and got him a beer. Joanie stepped inside when I entered the room.

"Don't move a muscle Terry," Dunn said. "This woman is here to help you."

Joanie hated me. She'd been trying to break up our marriage since it began. She felt like I stole her bar buddy away from her because Gina wasn't out whoring around with her every night.

I was a stinking hairy naked mess holding a beer for the black man that just butt fucked me for two hours. It felt like I had a pound of cum in my ass and my mortal enemy was doing her best not to gawk.

"Go, Terry," Dunn said never taking his eyes off the television. "I don't want your fucking beer. Go learn to be you. You're a sissy. It's no big fucking deal."

By the time I made it to the bedroom, I was bawling.

"Go start a hot bubble bath Terry...shhhh sweetie, go on and go," Joanie said. She guided me to the bathroom then stepped back. There was a discussion going on that I could not hear over the sound of the tub filling.

"Look, Gina, he's a blubbering mess. I'm going to get him calmed down so ya'll are just gonna have to deal with it. I don't give a fuck how big or mean Dunn thinks he is."

Joanie came back into the bathroom holding an enema bag.

"Aaaaat, don't say a word...stop your crying...give me a kiss."

As soon as I touched her lips, she pulled her face away and told me how to clean myself and left me alone until I was in the tub. Knowing that I was getting fucked again I spent over an hour getting all my hair off then cleaned up my toes and fingernails.

Joanie came into the bedroom and slipped some bootie shorts over my feet and said, "Dunn went home, sweetie." She kissed my cheek and led me up the hall to the living room. Gina rolled back the area rug. Joanie stripped off her low rise jeans. Her shorts matched mine.

"We're going to take it really slow, Terry. See my hips moving. That's the only move we're doing tonight. Forget all that bullshit about finding yourself. Let's dance to be happy."

To cap off a night of humiliation, I immediately poked against the material of the shorts at the sight of Joanie's lower body. Joanie had the most irresistibly sexy little waist and hips. She ignored my hard on and held her hands on my hips. Gina turned on some ghetto music.

"Don't think just watch me, follow the way my hands are moving you and keep doing it once I let go of you."

Joanie's hands made my cock strain against the material and looking at her tiny little hips gyrating made it worse. She was a fiv