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MY CUCKOLD SISSY MORNING by Throne
My wife Karen had changed what I wore to sleep in. Previously she had
favored short see-through nighties. Now it was girly pajamas with short
sleeves. The pair I had on that morning were pink with cartoon circus
animals all over them. On my feet were big fuzzy slippers. My blond hair
-- lightened a few shades with dye -- was long enough that it could be put
into short ponytails at either side of my head. I hated the short PJs
because they showed off my arms and legs, which were denuded of hair like
the rest of my body. But unlike what I had been wearing before, they did
hide the shameful chastity device that imprisoned my penis. They also
covered the new breasts I was growing, thanks to hormone pills. The bumps
on my chest were still little A-cuppers, though with prominent nipples.
Karen sat in the breakfast nook, in nothing but a short, red, belted robe
that showed off her deep cleavage. She was nibbling her bagel with cream
cheese and had a dreamy look on her pretty face, most likely from the
fantastic sex she'd had the evening before. Her lover Davon had slept
over and I dreaded his appearance in the kitchen once he woke. I couldn't
stop picturing them as they had been last night. Both of them naked, him
a lot taller than her, as they embraced. My wife's lush figure and
especially her wide protruding bottom. Her bedmate's well developed
physique. Mostly what I saw in my mind's eye was the contrast between
their complexions, her pale pink and his dark coffee. I remembered them
kissing passionately and how, when they stepped apart, his impressive cock
was rigid. She had stroked it with one hand, her fingers running up and
down nine, thick inches.
I stood there off to the side as she ate. Without meaning too, I fidgeted
around. She gave me a critical look.
"What's the matter, Pinky?" she wanted to know. That was my sissy name.
I used to be Peter but in our home that was no longer spoken.
"It's nothing," I said in the wispy voice I was required to use.
"Now, now," she said with a caring tone that I was sure was false. "Tell
me. I insist."
"It's just that I was smelling your coffee. And it's really... fragrant."
"And?"
"Well, I know you don't like me to drink coffee. You decided it gets me
too agitated."
"We all know how emotional you can be. Typical sissy personality."
"Yes, dear."
"But I can make an exception today. After the incredible night Davon gave
me, I'm feeling generous."
"Thank you," I said with genuine gratitude.
When I moved toward the coffee maker, however, she stopped me with a
sharply delivered, "No-no. Come here. You can have some of mine."
That didn't sound good. There was no way Karen was going to let me drink
from her mug, the one with the word BITCH on it in large letters. She
gestured for me to kneel alongside her. Of course I did it, at once and
without question. My wife took a generous drink and held it in her mouth.
She swiveled toward me, bent closer, and cupper my chin in her plump hand.
When her thumb pressed against the corner of my mouth I automatically
spread my jaws. At that point it was obvious what she was going to do but
she hesitated for just an extra few seconds to prolong my nervous
anticipation. Then she parted her full lips enough to let a thin stream
dribble out. It was well aimed and went directly into my waiting mouth.
Gradually she fed me the entire amount. At the end she gathered up some
saliva and dropped that to me as well.
"There you go," she said with a sneering smile. "Isn't it delicious?"
"Yes, darling."
Karen reached down to feel my chest with both hands. She got them over my
budding breasts and put her thumbs and forefingers on my nipples, through
the material of my pajama top. She knew how sensitive I was there and, as
she began to roll the nubs, was rewarded with my groans. The chastity did
its job. My dick tried to erect but was stymied. Most of those cock
locks include a short tube that accommodates the penis but doesn't let it
grow. Mine was more restrictive, compressing my organ until it was just a
bump and containing it under a metal cup. Any sort of arousal cost me
plenty of discomfort. That was what happened as she toyed with the ends
of my modest boobs. I squirmed my bottom and bit my lips.
Suddenly a deep male voice said, "Playing with the sissy, babe?"
It was Davon. I hadn't heard him coming. Now he towered over me, his
dark eyes looking down, wide mouth split in a toothy grin. He was clean-
shaven except for a patch of hair under his thick lower lip. The big man
got his bare foot between my legs and poked my testicles with his toe.
He asked, "Are your balls sore from all the backed-up cum in them?"
"Yes, Sir," I answered respectfully.
"Maybe we should let you jerk off. Been a while since you were allowed to
do that. And the two of us could watch to make sure you do it right."
"Whatever you decide is best," I said, hoping that he might be lenient,
but honestly not expecting it.
"Well, I'll think about that." He went to my wife and stroked her hair.
"How's my angel feeling today?"
"Feeling well used and completely satisfied."
"So you won't want my cock today?"
She looked at him from under half-lowered lids, and said, "Of course I
want it. Today and every day. I hate it when you have to go away on work
and all I have is Pinky's tongue to get me off."
"Yeah, but when I'm here that tongue is good for getting you ready for
playtime."
He told me to get him coffee and a bagel with butter and apricot
preserves. My mouth watered just from thinking about what he was going to
eat. Karen told him about how she had given me a drink of coffee. He
said he was glad she was treating me well, because I needed energy for my
housecleaning and other duties. I carefully set his full mug in front of
him. He didn't bother to thank me. They chatted about some people they
knew while I prepared his bagel and then delivered it. He took a bite,
chewed slowly, and swallowed. I was relieved that no complaints followed.
My mood sank as he snapped his fingers and indicated I should kneel by his
chair. Davon took another mouthful and chewed it well. Without being
told to I opened my jaws wide.
Around what he had behind his lips, Davon said to Karen, "The pathetic
little pansy can't have just coffee. He needs something solid. Or at
least something all chewed up and mushy."
He leaned over and pushed everything out with his tongue, making the soggy
mess land solidly in my mouth. I gagged but did it quietly. With one
long thick finger he tapped the bottom of my jaw and made me shut my
mouth. Feeling sick to my stomach, I chewed the previously masticated
food and forced myself to gulp it down.
"Thank you, Sir," I choked out.
"My pleasure," he said. "But I think there' something else for you to
eat. A special treat your hot wife and me mixed up last night. And it's
been in her oven, staying warm, since then. How about if you get under
the table, girl-stuff, and clean out her pussy before we have our morning
slam?"
Karen chuckled maliciously. "Yeah, Pinky Poo. How about if you get your
mouth busy on my snatch and make it all nice and clean for a real man to
use?"
Having to eat another man's ejaculate out of your wife's body is about as
low as a guy can sink. Yet I had to do it whenever they had sex. Usually
I got it right away. But this, after his seed was in her for so long, was
something new. I obediently put myself under the table. Her robe was
parted below the belt and, as she spread her thighs wide, I got a look at
her pubes. The dense blond hair was matted with Davon's dried spunk. I
knew there was more of it still inside her. She had recently found an Q&A
column in some women's magazine, where a reader had asked how long
ejaculate stays in a woman. The response was that it's there for about 24
hours and can come out at any time during that time. Since then she had
mentioned it to me more than once, always with a hint of a threat. Now I
was going to experience it for myself, not only having to lap her pubic
hair clean and slurp up whatever residue was on her labia and the opening
of her puss, but also try to suck out whatever lingered deeper inside.
She inched her wide bottom forward on the chair to give me better access.
I got my lower face up against her femininity and began the exterior
cleaning. She conversed with Davon about possibly going shopping, as if
nothing unusual was happening. Then I had to lap at her entrance, which
bore a coating of his thick slime. She purred happily as I gave her
clitoris a tongue bath. Then I had to probe further, suctioning and
swallowing. All at once there was a gob of something, probably a mix of
old cum and fresh sexual secretions, that slid onto my tongue. I gagged
it down and kept working. When I returned to Karen's clitoris, she got
more and more excited. Knowing her, it was the combination of physical
stimulation and the psychological thrill of demeaning me. I got my hands
on her full thighs and pressed my face more firmly against the targets,
alternately sucking and licking. She took hold of my miniature
ponytails. There were the familiar mewls, rising in pitch, as she mounted
toward an orgasm. All at once she cried out and I found myself swallowing
fresh fluids. It didn't last long and ended with her sigh.
"Whew," she exclaimed. "The sissy really got into that. We'll have to
make sure he gets more morning-after feedings, if he likes them so much."
I wanted to contradict her but didn't dare. Instead I tongued her through
a gentle afterglow.
Davon decided, "If the snowflake is into it that much, I should let him
have the same kind of fun with me."
Karen exhaled loudly. "You mean..."
"Sure. Let him clean me up, too. Why not? And you'll save money on your
water bill if I skip my shower."
A chill ran through me. Surely he was kidding. I was still under the
table. Looking back over my shoulder I saw that his robe, slate grey and
longer than hers, was parted. Davon's flaccid cock was still enviably
long, its fat bell head adding to how much it frightened me as it lay on
the seat between his muscular thighs.
"I'm not worried about the water bill," she said. "Pansy Pinky pays that,
along with everything else. But I would love to see him polish your
knob. And made take a few more inches besides. See if he can get past
his gag reflex. Maybe even end up with your big balls on his chin."
"Sounds good. I mean, only because it's what the fruity-boy wants. But
let's start him off slow. Just have him work on the business end of my
business. Don't want to push him too far too soon." I had a bad feeling
that he didn't mean it and was possibly winking at her. He told me,
"Let's move it, Pinky. You can start things off by kissing the insides of
my thighs. There's probably some dried up cream there and I know you want
to get every bit of it that you can. Come on, snowdrop. Give that pussy
a goodbye kiss and get on over here."
Taking his last words literally, I pressed my lips to Karen's moist labia
and gave them an unhurried kiss. The distinctive taste and smell of pussy
filled my head. Then I pivoted and crawled toward Davon, still not fully
believing that this was happening. My lips quivered. I put them against
the inside of one thigh and kissed. As he predicted, the taste of his
spunk was there. Then I did the other side. For several more minutes I
delayed the inevitable, still hoping for a last minute reprieve. But no
such mercy coming. I put my puckered lips to the tip of his imposing
organ and planted a soft kiss on the cap. He chortled and told my bride
what I had done.
She said, "I've called Pinky a cocksucker, but I didn't actually think
we'd turn him into one."
Karen came to me and sat cross-legged, comfortable and with her hands
free. She put one on the back of my head and used the other to hold
Davon's shaft. When my wife pushed my head forward I opened wide and
suddenly the sizable helmet was resting on my tongue. What else could I
do? I closed my mouth and gave an experimental suck. As the confident
Black man said, he hadn't bothered to clean up after their bout of sex. I
was tasting his cum and her juices simultaneously, all of it rather sour
from being there overnight. It made my throat constrict and my eyes
water, but I sucked again.
My bride told me, "Are you running your tongue around the widest part?
You should be doing that. It's called swirling. And it will make Davon
feel so good. I know that's what you want. To give pleasure to a true
man like him. It's just your sissy instincts at work."
Why were they treating me that way, pretending that this was what I
desired? I did as instructed, sliding my tongue around the periphery of
his cockhead. Then she had me use it on the underside, specifically on
that narrow strip of tissue that she identified as the frenum. Davon
growled his approval. Karen told me that these were the things she did to
his cock when it was her giving the blowjob. It devastated me to think
that was what I was doing, giving his rampant Black cock a BJ. She lifted
his member so I could lick his balls. Then she tested me to see how much
of him I could accommodate. She declared that I would need a lot of
practice before I could deepthroat. Even so, she had a solution.
"You concentrate on the head, Pinky. I'll take care of this gloriously
long shaft that I can't get my hand all the way around. Oh, and another
thing Miss Sissy. Davon likes to hear you making sounds to show how much
you're enjoying this. Come on. Give us an 'mmmmm'."
With my mouth stretched wide and my tongue in motion I was still able to
produce that vocal effect. Then she encouraged me to make some wet
noises. I back off enough that I could kiss the tip and then the
underside, and in between smack my lips. Davon guffawed. I was being
treated as a joke. It was terribly humiliating. Karen had her fingers
wrapped partway around his impressive girth. She set a slow stroking
rhythm. I took the fat mushroom back into my mouth.
My wife asked her lover, "How's that, Davon? While the sissy is making a
meal of your knob, I'll pump you in slow motion. We can really make this
last a while. You know, because that's what Pinky wants."
"Sounds perfect, Karen. And because he's trying so hard to be a good
little sissy, at the end I'm going to give him a big creamy dessert."
"And with just the end in his mouth, all that spunk isn't going to get
shot right down his throat. Nope. Almost all of it can stay right where
he wants it. On his tongue. So he can savor that salty taste. Yum-
yum."
Davon exhaled loudly through pursed lips. He cautioned my wife, "You
better loosen your grip there, you dirty-minded girl. Otherwise I'm going
to bust a nut way too soon. Slow and steady is what Pinky wants. Let's
not disappoint our personal, pussy eating, cock gobbling pansy. Damn,
she's a quick learner. The bitch just tried to get the tip of her tongue
in my pee hole. Holy crap."
Karen wanted him to tell her, "Are you leaking clear stuff yet, you big
bastard?"
He chortled. "Feels like it. Giving Pinky an appetizer before the main
dish. Get your thumb on the bottom side of my Johnson, woman. Milk out
some of that sissy sauce."
She was happy to comply. I tasted something and had to assume that her
effort was successfully extracting pre-cum. While my wife stroked him she
used her other hand to unbutton my pajama top. As she pulled the sides
away from each other my modest boobs were revealed. Then she fingered the
receptive nipples, which soon had me panting around the intrusion of
Davon's supersized cock. We remained in that tableaux while she switched
back and forth from one side of my soft hairless chest to the other.
Being under the table, I couldn't see Davon but it was easy to picture his
amused and superior look. He had my wife joining him in ruining my
masculinity, or at least what was left of it. Time seemed to slow as they
continued at that reduced tempo, getting me overstimulated and keeping the
manipulative Black man close to release but not taking him all the way. I
was suffering the pangs of frustration and he was enjoying the thrill of
knowing he would get exactly what he craved.
Davon grunted and told Karen, "Okay, it's time. Put me over the top,
bitch."
She cooed at him. My wife liked being talked to that way. Her pace
increased.
Karen told me, "When he shoots his load, I don't want you gulping it all
down, you greedy sissy. Keep as much as you can in your mouth.
Understood?"
How could I answer? I made an affirmative sound as best I was able.
Davon's hips were twitching so I sucked harder, rubbed my tongue forward
and back on the underside of his straining cock, and bobbed my head
slightly. It did the trick. He snarled, took a deep breath, and blasted
out his cream. It hit the roof of my mouth and got all over my tongue,
even puddling underneath. I wanted to gag but managed to keep control,
even as some of his spunk went down the back of my throat. My bride kept
going, getting every last drop out of him. Minutes later he pulled free
and wiped his cock on my cheeks, one and then the other.
"Beautiful," Karen said gleefully. "My weakling husband is now officially
a cocksucker." To me she said, "Let me get a couple fingers in your sissy
mouth, Pinky."
She pushed two digits between my lips. I opened my jaws slightly without
spilling any of the ooze flooding the interior. Karen extracted her
fingers, covered with his slime, and began to paint my face. She went
back in for more and got it all over my features, making sure to get some
under my nose and even inside my nostrils.
"All right," she concluded. "You can swallow the rest now, dick licker."
I choked it down and winced. My eyes were tearing up and my nose started
to run. The skin on my face was all sticky and the particular smell and
taste of semen overwhelmed my nose and mouth.
"Pretty damn good suck-off," Davon opined. He turned sideways on the
chair. "Next time we can decorate his sissy mouth with way too much
lipstick. But right now I've got to take a leak." He stood, pinched my
ear, and hauled me to my feet, but didn't let me straighten all the way
up. "And you're coming with me, Pinky. I have a special job for you."
I whimpered and got dragged along in that bent over position. What
horrific indignity was he going to inflict on me now? My imagination ran
riot. I envisioned revolting acts. Davon got me into the lavatory and
forced me to my knees before releasing my sore ear. I knelt there,
looking up at the Black man, who was now the most menacing sight I could
think of. He used his foot to push me over on my right half, then shoved
me with his heel to get my head in front of and to one side of the toilet.
Here it comes, I told myself. The worst happening yet.
In desperation, I pleaded, "Please, Sir. Don't do it."
"Don't do what?" he said, taking his cock in his hand.
"Please don't... you know... urinate on me." I was close to a total
breakdown and sounded like it.
"Why the freak would I want to do that? I could get backsplash on myself.
Jeez. You've got a sick mind to think of that." Then he placed his bare
sole on the side of my face. "You're just here to be my footrest. Hey,
maybe we should legally change your name to that. Pinky Footrest. Hah."
I was so ashamed of my frightened behavior. Davon began to empty his
bladder, a strong stream going straight into the bowl and making a loud
splashing. Because of my chastity, I had to sit to pee. The sound I made
could be described as a tinkle. My tormentor stepped back and shook the
final drops off the end of his long member. I swear that he intentionally
got some on me. It was hardly anything but the insult was deep and
mortifying. I lay there on the cold hard floor, pajama top open to show
off my little tits, hairless limbs on display, face -- I was sure --
flushed from emotional distress. At least my cock lock was covered. I
got up unsteadily and stood there with my lower lip protruding in an
involuntary pout. Davon smirked at me, shook his head, and walked away.
More than anything I wanted to brush my teeth and then stand under a hot
shower. That wasn't an option. I followed him, silent except for a few
sniffles.
We got back to Karen, who looked comfortable and sexy at the same time,
leaning back, not bothering to cover herself. Davon clamped a big hand on
the back of my neck and squeezed hard.
"The wuss thought I was going to take a leak on him, after I got him on
the floor."
"If you want to give him a golden shower, he has to get into the bathtub.
Right?"
"Exactly. He's not only a wimp but stupid too. Plus he fell apart and
started blubbering."
"Terrific," she said with a smile. "Our plan worked. We really broke him
down, and in record time."
"So true. Not only will neither of us ever think of him as a man again,
even for a second, but he'll never be able to see himself as anything
except what he is, which is a deep-dyed sissy."
I was stunned. Their extreme behavior had been planned, at least to some
degree. They wanted to tear down my already damaged ego and had succeeded
brilliantly. It was true that from that moment on I would never be able
to recover the manhood they had taken from me. My self-image would always
be of a wuss, a cuckold, a helpless nothing.
As if to reinforce that realization, Karen went on, "So now I just have to
get him to sign a few papers, to put all our accounts in my name solely,
do the same with the house and cars, and a few other legal details. Plus
there will be a post-nuptial agreement. Like a prenup but done after
you're married. It will make it so, if I decide to dump Pinky, he'll get
exactly nothing." She told me, "A divorce will leave you flat broke, Miss
Candy Ass. So be very careful not to annoy or upset me."
"I will," I conceded meekly.
"We'll help you with that," Davon said as if he was my good friend.
"Between the two of us we'll make any decisions that come up for you.
Even small ones. Soon you'll have trouble thinking for yourself at all.
We want you very dependent on us. And why? Just because it'll give us an
added kick, on top of controlling your sex life and how you look. Any
questions?" He paused for one beat before hitting me with, "Oh, wait. I
forgot. You don't get to ask any questions."
"Now get out of those girly pajamas," my wife snapped at me. "Let's see
our soft smooth sissy in the buff. I want a good look at the itty bitty
chastity we squeezed your dick into."
"And those perky tits," Davon added.
I hurried to get naked, then had to stand there awkwardly while they
congratulated each other on my latest defeat with a deep kiss. Davon's
dark hands roamed freely all over Karen's zaftig, light pink body.
Afterwards he came to me and ran his hand down my bare arm, from shoulder
to elbow. "You really are silky smooth. Turn around. Let's see what
those hormones are doing for your soft ass. Yeah, that's what I'm talking
about. Look at those cheeks. They just beg to be spread, so your tight
butt can get plowed. Know what I mean?"
All I could choke out was, "Yes, Sir." Did he really intend to rape my
ass?
"Right now, though," Karen interjected, "I have a job for you. Go to the
computer. You're going to write down everything that just happened, in
great detail. A first person account. Then it's getting sent to one of
those freaks who writes kinky stuff for pervs like you. He has some dopey
on-line name, something like 'Thrown'. Whatever. He'll correct all the
dumb mistakes you make and then publish it under his fake name. It'll go
up on some page called Fiction Fanatics or whatever. Lots of weirdos like
you, who get off on being mistreated and talked down to, will get to share
the story of your new life. Isn't that special?"
I nodded mutely. There was no point in insisting that I didn't want any
of what had happened to me. Backtalk would just cost me punishment.
"Then," Davon picked up the thread, "at the end of the story, he's going
to ask all his fellow freaks what else they think we might do to you.
Isn't that smart? I bet we'll get a crapload of crazy ways to mess with
your head... and body. If they say to keep making your chest bumps
bigger, we'll do that. Make you sleep in the basement? Why not? Put an
ad on some sex site inviting mean girls and horny guys to hook up with
you? Okay, so long as we can watch what happens when you get together."
"Aren't you excited, Pinky?"
"Uh... yes?"
They both laughed. Davon put his arm around my wife and pulled her close
to him. She angled herself so her big bust was compressed against his
chest. They held onto each other and exchanged one more probing kiss. He
pawed her well upholstered rump. I could only hope that anyone who
responded to my story would keep their imagination in check and remember
that whatever they said was very likely going to happen to me.
*********
(Yikes. Hope you'll respond and not be too mean to Pinky. Well, a little
bit mean. Oh, what the heck. Do your worst.)
(And I've added more to my Deviant Art page, which is under the name
Subthrone.)
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