Part Six
The next few days were a blur of activity. I can’t describe the pure humiliation of having a group of total strangers living in my home as if they owned it and using me the same way. I was more than a slave to them; I was a slave to my own desires. How can any man sink so low as me you may ask? Love of course. I love my wife so much that anything she wants, I’ll do. And she wants me to be a submissive, sissy, slave for her, her friends, and her lover. It’s that simple.
First came my reintroduction to the basement. John and Tye had remodeled the room to serve as more of a prison/dungeon for me. First off, my sleeping arrangements were of course the large dog cage. Luckily, I was allowed to sleep laying down in a fetal position rather than kneeling with those dildos fucking me constantly. Oh, I was still filled in both holes all night, just not in the same way. Daddy had fashioned a buttplug tail for me that I was required to always wear unless going to the bathroom or being used in some other way. He’d used a flexible wire, so my tail curled up in the air and wagged when I walked. It was long and bushy like a German Sheppard’s would be.
Everyone thought it was hilarious that I had to crawl around with a dog’s tail wagging behind me. I know how ridiculous I looked, believe me. I was still forced to wear my sissy clothing, so I was even more of a freak dressed like a little girl’s dolly, crawling after these black thugs, wagging my tail like a happy dog.
Daddy said my wife wasn’t interested in the doggy tail and when she got home, I could get rid of it, but for the time being, it amused my captors immensely.
For my mouth, I was required to suck on a binky shaped and sized like a real cock. It’s amazing what a person can get used to. I slept quite soundly while sucking on a life size replica of Daddy’s cock.
They’d put a dirty old toilet in one corner of the basement that John said came from his bar. It was disgustingly stained by years of use and had no seat. I was to sit on the cold porcelain for both of my toilet evacuations. Sissy’s always sit to pee, I was told.
There was nothing blocking the toilet so any time I had to use it I was out in the open for everyone to see. They loved making fun of me as I sat there, and my face burned red every single time.
There was a hose near the floor drain I was to use to bathe. I hosed myself off every morning and night with freezing cold water while my tormentors stood around laughing at my suffering. The soaps and shampoos were all as feminine of products they could find so I always smelled like flowers or strawberries or other girly scents.
As terrible as my bathroom situation was, my dressing room was a sight to behold. They’d spared no expense, with my credit cards, in creating the most girly dressing area you can imagine.
The walls were painted bright pink with frilly, lace curtains hung over the window. There was a plush pink carpet with 4-inch-thick shag and a wonderful antique makeup table with matching mirror. Several dressers and armoires were stuffed full of girly clothing for me, and a separate table held Styrofoam heads with a variety of wigs in different styles, colors, and lengths. The makeup table held every kind of powder, concealer, lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, hell every makeup you can name, that anyone could ever need.
Everything was decorated in shades of pink and the area was partitioned off, so it looked like a separate room away from the awful starkness of the rest of the basement.
I was required to look pretty every day so that meant waking early to makeup my face and dress. Daddy always left me instructions at night, so I’d know how to look in the morning. The lock on my cage had a timer set for 5am and I was to be ready to cook breakfast by 6:30 every day. This meant I got very little sleep as these awful people kept using me till well after 1am every night.
Aside from my new quarters, there were my new lessons. Daddy and Michelle worked me every day to make sure I acted like a submissive, sissy, servant. I was taught to never look my superiors in the eye. In fact, I was always to look at a man’s cock and at a woman’s feet. Not only was I to stare at those body parts, but I was also always to look as though the very sight of them was making me horny. Daddy said sissies owed that respect to their superiors.
Speaking of which, everyone was my superior. Everyone. Daddy said I was the lowest of the low and that everyone I met was better than me. But most importantly, I was to ensure that all black people knew that I was inferior to them in every way. In the black new world order, I was the bottom rung of society.
I learned to obey every command instantly to avoid punishment. I learned to cook and to clean to be a much better servant for my wife and her lover. I was taught to make all of Jake’s favorite meals. I was taught to be part of the landscape in every room. To disappear and only be seen when needed. I was taught that my wife wanted me to be the perfect maid for her. I was property now, nothing more.
Jane and Jake would be returning tomorrow, and I was being put through my paces by my group of captors. My day started with breakfast for five.
Daddy sat at the head of the table with Michelle on his right and John and Tye at his left. Delta sat opposite Daddy, and they all dined on pancakes, sausage, biscuits and gravy, fresh juice and strawberries.
And me? After serving my betters, I was under the table with Daddy’s cock in my mouth. I was not to suck at all, just hold it there while he ate. He said he liked to just let it soak in a white bitch’s mouth to show what real power was.
So, I knelt there with a black man’s cock in my mouth listening to the conversation going on above me. Daddy’s cock was slowly growing in my mouth, and I felt the velvety soft skin stretching out over my tongue. His cock tasted of sweat and his morning piss as he hadn’t showered yet this morning, and the salty flavor made my mouth water causing me to swallow repeatedly.
I heard Daddy say, “So, who needs the sissy today? I just need it to suck me off this morning then I’m out of here. I need to get back to the club and back to work.”
Michelle said, “I have no use for that sniveling white worm. It’s completely useless to me. I’ll go back to the club with you Marcus.” The way she spoke about me made me blush in shame. A beautiful woman like her didn’t even see me as fit to lick her boots.
John and Tye both spoke up saying hey wanted one last go with me before they got back to the real world and the laughter between them was sinister and evil. I knew I was in for a painful day.
It was Delta that truly frightened me though. “Oh I got plans for my little white doggy on our last day together. I’m gonna make that white boy’s tongue fall off, he’ll be using it so much.”
They all laughed at this, and Daddy’s huge cock twitched in response to his love of humiliating white boys like me.
Daddy said, “Start sucking snowflake,” and without hesitation I began pulling at his cock with my lips and tongue creating a strong suction as I’d been taught.
I took his long, thick cock deep into my throat till my nose was buried in his strong-smelling pubic hair and my bottom lip touched his scrotum. I slid my tongue out and swiped along his sweaty balls all the while choking on his massive dick.
I slowly bobbed my head up and down in his lap, taking his cock down my throat then out again till only the head lay on my tongue. I made soft slurping and sucking sounds as I worked and my mind drifted to imagine how I must look.
Here I was, a married man, on my knees in my own kitchen, sucking the cock of a man I’d just recently met, while he and his cohorts decided on my humiliating future. I remember my wedding day with clarity. How beautiful Jane looked in her dress. How our friends and ****** congratulated us on our special day. And now, this once proud man was reduced to nothing but a servant in that marriage to a wife who preferred the company of another man. And all the while my tiny dick strained against it’s plastic prison dripping sissy juice into my panties.
Oh no! Dripping into my panties! Because of the tail, I no longer wore a diaper. Instead, I wore thong panties that were now getting stained by my sissy juices. Delta was going to beat me for this. Oh fuck, I’m such a loser!
Daddy gripped the back of my head bringing me back to the present as he began fucking my face harder and harder as if her were merely jacking himself off with my head instead of his hand.
The others had all left the table and Daddy was pounding me with great force causing a glubbing sound from me. “Glub…Glub…Glub,” over and over as the strong black man fucked my mouth.
I felt him tense up and then the first thick rope of cum hit the roof of my mouth. Daddy held still and fired shot after shot of heavy, salty cream into my mouth as he used his other hand to jerk his cock. He was filling my mouth and I knew better than to swallow.
When Daddy finished, he leaned back in his chair and looked down at me with amusement in his eyes. “Show Daddy your breakfast sissy.”
I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around in the mess he’d made. “That’s a good boy. Good white boy. You know your place now don’t you faggot?”
I nodded my head as my eyes filled with tears and Daddy said, “Swallow your breakfast while it’s still warm sissy.”
I closed my lips and swallowed hard several times to clear the thick spooge from my mouth. Then I opened wide to show Daddy what a good sissy I was.
Then the black man stood up, fastened his pants, and left. Just like that, he and Michelle left the house as if I weren’t worth their time at all. No goodbyes. Nothing.
I crawled out and cleared the table then did the dishes. I quickly crawled out into the living room to find John, Tye, and Delta sitting around waiting for me.
John and Tye motioned for me to crawl over between them where they sat on my couch. They were both naked from the waist down and their flaccid dicks lay against their thighs. Even soft, they were both enormous and I shuddered at the memories of taking them in both my holes over their time here.
John snapped his fingers, and I moved my head between his legs and began licking and kissing his cock and balls while I reached over and took Tye’s dick in my hand to gently stroke it.
I was a well-trained white boy. I know my place around my black superiors very well.
The men talked as though I were nothing but a toy to them. A pet.
John, “Just look at this bitch. We broke this white boy good. My granddaddy would laugh his ass off seeing this snowflake licking my sweaty balls. Damn I love seeing white boy on his knees.”
Tye, “No shit man. I laugh every time I think of this worthless wimp. You snap your fingers, and he crawls between your legs. Even white women have more pride than that. This bitch is the lowest of the low. Yesterday I had him licking my asshole for like two hours while I watched tv. Bitch never stopped, even when I farted a couple of times. How fucking sick you gotta be for that shit? I mean his wife is a piece of ass, but damn boy, ain’t no woman worth that shit.”
John, “Yeah, she fucking Jake all the time while this pathetic sissy crawls around begging to lick our feet. Bet when they got married ole whitey here never thought his life would be like this. These white boys get all turned on with porn and think it’s gonna be fun times for all. Then they find out how much their women love that black dick, and they have to crawl and beg just to stay in their own wife’s life. Pathetic!”’
Tye, “Switch!” I quickly crawled over to him and began licking and sucking his now erect cock and took to stroking John’s.
John, “Look at the bitch’s tail wag while it sucks you. Like a happy fucking puppy being given a treat.”
Tye, “Haha, yeah that shit is funny as hell. Ain’t no way nothing ever going in my ass! Fucking sissy white boys will take anything up there.”
John, “Well I got shit to do. I been letting things slide while we been here and I gotta get back to it. You keep sucking him bitch! I’m gonna unload in that ass.”
The black man stood up and moved behind me. He gripped the plug in my ass and pulled it out swiftly with no regard to my comfort at all. I grunted around Tye’s cock in shock and pain but the relief of the open air in my ass was short lived as John quickly shoved his cock all the way up my ass in one thrust.
Thank christ I kept myself heavily lubed or the pain would have been too much. Johns was well hung, like every black man as far as I could tell. He was at least 9 or 9 ½ inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist, so taking him in my ass was a real chore.
This activity was second nature to us by now as these men had taken me like this several times. They quickly got into a rhythm of sawing in and out of my holes and my body was thrust back and forth between them as if it weighed nothing at all. I could hear moaning from Delta and the squishing sounds of her fingering her massive gash and a shudder ran through me at the thought of how wet she’d be when she put me between her thick thighs.
I was fucked hard by John for nearly forty minutes as I struggled to swallow Tye’s cock in time with the punishing thrusts. Then, as quickly as he’d entered me, John pulled his huge cock from my ass and said, “Trade with me bro.”
My ass gaped open, and I could feel a breeze up in my guts as Tye pulled my head from his lap. The black thugs switched places as I struggled not to fall over from exhaustion.
Tye’s cock was longer than John’s by at least an inch but not quite as thick, so it took a minute or two for my ass to grip him as it tried to close around the invading tool.
The two men picked up their timing again and I was being used just as hard as before, my body nothing but a cumdump for these superior specimens.
The only sound in the room was the squishing of cocks or fingers in wet holes as the three blacks pleasured themselves. With each outward thrust of John’s cock from my mouth I caught a glimpse of my and Jane’s wedding photo on the end table by the couch. I knew the picture from memory, but it still hurt to look at it from my current position. I was being ravaged by huge, cruel, black men in my own home with my wedding memories looking at me and mocking me.
I wanted to feel bad, to feel horror over the situation, but my plastic encased clitty was swinging back and forth with each thrust from the black men and it was as hard as it ever gets. My shame was burning hot.
The men quickened their pace and began to grunt and moan so I knew they were close. I now had to concentrate on my own problems. I was not allowed to cum under any circumstances without permission, but the constant rubbing of Tye’s cock on my prostate was making that quite difficult. I was moaning like a whore as they fucked in and out of me and before I knew it, they both shot off at nearly the same instant.
Tye was first, and I felt his hot cum paint my insides as he held me tightly against his groin, his cock buried balls deep up my ass.
John soon followed and I fought to swallow every rope of cum that shot from his thick cock. Unlike Daddy, John never wanted to see his cum. He called me a cum dumpster and said I was only good for disposing of the nasty stuff.
After they’d finished, the men made me lick them both clean and then, like Daddy, they simply left. They said a quick goodbye to Delta and were gone. The feeling of being ignored like this was more humiliating than I ever imagined it could be.
And then I was alone with her. Delta. The nastiest woman I’d ever seen. I could smell her from across the room and wondered how it was possible since I’d licked her clean every day this week.
She simply laughed at me and said, “Lie down on your back bitch.”
I did as I was told, and the behemoth squatted down over my face with her nasty gash and ass poised directly over it. “I just need to get off quick so don’t move sissy.”
Before I could catch my breath, she sat on my face with her full weight and began grinding and rubbing her fat, smelly, pussy all over it. She rubbed her slit from my hair to my chin in ever increasing intervals, panting and sighing as she fucked herself with my face. The smell was atrocious, and I couldn’t help but get mouthfuls of her slimy discharge. It was sheer misery. Her cunt juice made its way into my nose, and I knew I’d be smelling her for days.
The fat woman humped my head for twenty or thirty minutes before climaxing in a shuddering orgasm that seemed to shake the entire house. Then she sat down hard with her asshole over my mouth and said, “Like my dirt hole for a bit while I calm down and explain something to you sissy.”
I slid my tongue up into her asshole and began licking around and in and out the way I knew she liked. She squirmed on my face and sighed contentedly as I rimmed her out.
“Well sissy, your training is done. We got you ready to serve your wife and her Nubian king just the way they wanted. You’ll be their sissy maid. You’ll do all the housework. The cooking, cleaning, laundry, everything. Jake met with some very important people while on vacation and got himself a great new job. He’ll be running the company you used to work for, and Janey will be his second in command. Isn’t that great? Everyone you worked with and for will know all about you and your marriage. Jake is clever that way.”
I gasped into her asshole making the huge woman laugh and bounce on my face.
“But that’s not all sissy. You’ll be moving into a new home. Jake doesn’t like living in a house you paid for. No, he needs to be the only man of the house so Janey and he will pick out a new house when they get back. You will be moving with them as their servant and her cucky husband. They both love the fact that you’re still married to Janey so that won’t change. Even though everyone will know he’s the only one fucking her.”
I moaned in despair as she continued.
“Well, I gotta get going. I have my own life to live after all. But I want to leave you with something to remember me by.”
The fat, black woman climbed to her feet leaving me lying there like a used sex toy on the living room floor. She stood with her feet on either side of my head and squatted down over me with a grin on her face.
Then she started pissing. Right on my face! She laughed as I choked and spluttered as her foul piss went in my mouth and up my nose. I didn’t dare move, my training prevented it, but my shame had never been so deep, so real. The burning liquid soaked my face and hair even through the wig I wore. It puddled on the floor under me, and I felt it soaking into my clothes on my back.
When she finished pissing, Delta stood up and dressed as she grinned down at me. “One last thing,” she said as she pulled on her shoes. “We lied. Jake and Janey will be home today not tomorrow. In fact, they’ll be home in about three hours. For your sake you’d better get this house looking spotless for them. Hahahaha!”
She left me there shivering in her cooling piss. Three hours? I was a wreck, and so was the house. Oh my god!
End of Part Six
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The next few days were a blur of activity. I can’t describe the pure humiliation of having a group of total strangers living in my home as if they owned it and using me the same way. I was more than a slave to them; I was a slave to my own desires. How can any man sink so low as me you may ask? Love of course. I love my wife so much that anything she wants, I’ll do. And she wants me to be a submissive, sissy, slave for her, her friends, and her lover. It’s that simple.
First came my reintroduction to the basement. John and Tye had remodeled the room to serve as more of a prison/dungeon for me. First off, my sleeping arrangements were of course the large dog cage. Luckily, I was allowed to sleep laying down in a fetal position rather than kneeling with those dildos fucking me constantly. Oh, I was still filled in both holes all night, just not in the same way. Daddy had fashioned a buttplug tail for me that I was required to always wear unless going to the bathroom or being used in some other way. He’d used a flexible wire, so my tail curled up in the air and wagged when I walked. It was long and bushy like a German Sheppard’s would be.
Everyone thought it was hilarious that I had to crawl around with a dog’s tail wagging behind me. I know how ridiculous I looked, believe me. I was still forced to wear my sissy clothing, so I was even more of a freak dressed like a little girl’s dolly, crawling after these black thugs, wagging my tail like a happy dog.
Daddy said my wife wasn’t interested in the doggy tail and when she got home, I could get rid of it, but for the time being, it amused my captors immensely.
For my mouth, I was required to suck on a binky shaped and sized like a real cock. It’s amazing what a person can get used to. I slept quite soundly while sucking on a life size replica of Daddy’s cock.
They’d put a dirty old toilet in one corner of the basement that John said came from his bar. It was disgustingly stained by years of use and had no seat. I was to sit on the cold porcelain for both of my toilet evacuations. Sissy’s always sit to pee, I was told.
There was nothing blocking the toilet so any time I had to use it I was out in the open for everyone to see. They loved making fun of me as I sat there, and my face burned red every single time.
There was a hose near the floor drain I was to use to bathe. I hosed myself off every morning and night with freezing cold water while my tormentors stood around laughing at my suffering. The soaps and shampoos were all as feminine of products they could find so I always smelled like flowers or strawberries or other girly scents.
As terrible as my bathroom situation was, my dressing room was a sight to behold. They’d spared no expense, with my credit cards, in creating the most girly dressing area you can imagine.
The walls were painted bright pink with frilly, lace curtains hung over the window. There was a plush pink carpet with 4-inch-thick shag and a wonderful antique makeup table with matching mirror. Several dressers and armoires were stuffed full of girly clothing for me, and a separate table held Styrofoam heads with a variety of wigs in different styles, colors, and lengths. The makeup table held every kind of powder, concealer, lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, hell every makeup you can name, that anyone could ever need.
Everything was decorated in shades of pink and the area was partitioned off, so it looked like a separate room away from the awful starkness of the rest of the basement.
I was required to look pretty every day so that meant waking early to makeup my face and dress. Daddy always left me instructions at night, so I’d know how to look in the morning. The lock on my cage had a timer set for 5am and I was to be ready to cook breakfast by 6:30 every day. This meant I got very little sleep as these awful people kept using me till well after 1am every night.
Aside from my new quarters, there were my new lessons. Daddy and Michelle worked me every day to make sure I acted like a submissive, sissy, servant. I was taught to never look my superiors in the eye. In fact, I was always to look at a man’s cock and at a woman’s feet. Not only was I to stare at those body parts, but I was also always to look as though the very sight of them was making me horny. Daddy said sissies owed that respect to their superiors.
Speaking of which, everyone was my superior. Everyone. Daddy said I was the lowest of the low and that everyone I met was better than me. But most importantly, I was to ensure that all black people knew that I was inferior to them in every way. In the black new world order, I was the bottom rung of society.
I learned to obey every command instantly to avoid punishment. I learned to cook and to clean to be a much better servant for my wife and her lover. I was taught to make all of Jake’s favorite meals. I was taught to be part of the landscape in every room. To disappear and only be seen when needed. I was taught that my wife wanted me to be the perfect maid for her. I was property now, nothing more.
Jane and Jake would be returning tomorrow, and I was being put through my paces by my group of captors. My day started with breakfast for five.
Daddy sat at the head of the table with Michelle on his right and John and Tye at his left. Delta sat opposite Daddy, and they all dined on pancakes, sausage, biscuits and gravy, fresh juice and strawberries.
And me? After serving my betters, I was under the table with Daddy’s cock in my mouth. I was not to suck at all, just hold it there while he ate. He said he liked to just let it soak in a white bitch’s mouth to show what real power was.
So, I knelt there with a black man’s cock in my mouth listening to the conversation going on above me. Daddy’s cock was slowly growing in my mouth, and I felt the velvety soft skin stretching out over my tongue. His cock tasted of sweat and his morning piss as he hadn’t showered yet this morning, and the salty flavor made my mouth water causing me to swallow repeatedly.
I heard Daddy say, “So, who needs the sissy today? I just need it to suck me off this morning then I’m out of here. I need to get back to the club and back to work.”
Michelle said, “I have no use for that sniveling white worm. It’s completely useless to me. I’ll go back to the club with you Marcus.” The way she spoke about me made me blush in shame. A beautiful woman like her didn’t even see me as fit to lick her boots.
John and Tye both spoke up saying hey wanted one last go with me before they got back to the real world and the laughter between them was sinister and evil. I knew I was in for a painful day.
It was Delta that truly frightened me though. “Oh I got plans for my little white doggy on our last day together. I’m gonna make that white boy’s tongue fall off, he’ll be using it so much.”
They all laughed at this, and Daddy’s huge cock twitched in response to his love of humiliating white boys like me.
Daddy said, “Start sucking snowflake,” and without hesitation I began pulling at his cock with my lips and tongue creating a strong suction as I’d been taught.
I took his long, thick cock deep into my throat till my nose was buried in his strong-smelling pubic hair and my bottom lip touched his scrotum. I slid my tongue out and swiped along his sweaty balls all the while choking on his massive dick.
I slowly bobbed my head up and down in his lap, taking his cock down my throat then out again till only the head lay on my tongue. I made soft slurping and sucking sounds as I worked and my mind drifted to imagine how I must look.
Here I was, a married man, on my knees in my own kitchen, sucking the cock of a man I’d just recently met, while he and his cohorts decided on my humiliating future. I remember my wedding day with clarity. How beautiful Jane looked in her dress. How our friends and ****** congratulated us on our special day. And now, this once proud man was reduced to nothing but a servant in that marriage to a wife who preferred the company of another man. And all the while my tiny dick strained against it’s plastic prison dripping sissy juice into my panties.
Oh no! Dripping into my panties! Because of the tail, I no longer wore a diaper. Instead, I wore thong panties that were now getting stained by my sissy juices. Delta was going to beat me for this. Oh fuck, I’m such a loser!
Daddy gripped the back of my head bringing me back to the present as he began fucking my face harder and harder as if her were merely jacking himself off with my head instead of his hand.
The others had all left the table and Daddy was pounding me with great force causing a glubbing sound from me. “Glub…Glub…Glub,” over and over as the strong black man fucked my mouth.
I felt him tense up and then the first thick rope of cum hit the roof of my mouth. Daddy held still and fired shot after shot of heavy, salty cream into my mouth as he used his other hand to jerk his cock. He was filling my mouth and I knew better than to swallow.
When Daddy finished, he leaned back in his chair and looked down at me with amusement in his eyes. “Show Daddy your breakfast sissy.”
I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around in the mess he’d made. “That’s a good boy. Good white boy. You know your place now don’t you faggot?”
I nodded my head as my eyes filled with tears and Daddy said, “Swallow your breakfast while it’s still warm sissy.”
I closed my lips and swallowed hard several times to clear the thick spooge from my mouth. Then I opened wide to show Daddy what a good sissy I was.
Then the black man stood up, fastened his pants, and left. Just like that, he and Michelle left the house as if I weren’t worth their time at all. No goodbyes. Nothing.
I crawled out and cleared the table then did the dishes. I quickly crawled out into the living room to find John, Tye, and Delta sitting around waiting for me.
John and Tye motioned for me to crawl over between them where they sat on my couch. They were both naked from the waist down and their flaccid dicks lay against their thighs. Even soft, they were both enormous and I shuddered at the memories of taking them in both my holes over their time here.
John snapped his fingers, and I moved my head between his legs and began licking and kissing his cock and balls while I reached over and took Tye’s dick in my hand to gently stroke it.
I was a well-trained white boy. I know my place around my black superiors very well.
The men talked as though I were nothing but a toy to them. A pet.
John, “Just look at this bitch. We broke this white boy good. My granddaddy would laugh his ass off seeing this snowflake licking my sweaty balls. Damn I love seeing white boy on his knees.”
Tye, “No shit man. I laugh every time I think of this worthless wimp. You snap your fingers, and he crawls between your legs. Even white women have more pride than that. This bitch is the lowest of the low. Yesterday I had him licking my asshole for like two hours while I watched tv. Bitch never stopped, even when I farted a couple of times. How fucking sick you gotta be for that shit? I mean his wife is a piece of ass, but damn boy, ain’t no woman worth that shit.”
John, “Yeah, she fucking Jake all the time while this pathetic sissy crawls around begging to lick our feet. Bet when they got married ole whitey here never thought his life would be like this. These white boys get all turned on with porn and think it’s gonna be fun times for all. Then they find out how much their women love that black dick, and they have to crawl and beg just to stay in their own wife’s life. Pathetic!”’
Tye, “Switch!” I quickly crawled over to him and began licking and sucking his now erect cock and took to stroking John’s.
John, “Look at the bitch’s tail wag while it sucks you. Like a happy fucking puppy being given a treat.”
Tye, “Haha, yeah that shit is funny as hell. Ain’t no way nothing ever going in my ass! Fucking sissy white boys will take anything up there.”
John, “Well I got shit to do. I been letting things slide while we been here and I gotta get back to it. You keep sucking him bitch! I’m gonna unload in that ass.”
The black man stood up and moved behind me. He gripped the plug in my ass and pulled it out swiftly with no regard to my comfort at all. I grunted around Tye’s cock in shock and pain but the relief of the open air in my ass was short lived as John quickly shoved his cock all the way up my ass in one thrust.
Thank christ I kept myself heavily lubed or the pain would have been too much. Johns was well hung, like every black man as far as I could tell. He was at least 9 or 9 ½ inches long and nearly as thick as my wrist, so taking him in my ass was a real chore.
This activity was second nature to us by now as these men had taken me like this several times. They quickly got into a rhythm of sawing in and out of my holes and my body was thrust back and forth between them as if it weighed nothing at all. I could hear moaning from Delta and the squishing sounds of her fingering her massive gash and a shudder ran through me at the thought of how wet she’d be when she put me between her thick thighs.
I was fucked hard by John for nearly forty minutes as I struggled to swallow Tye’s cock in time with the punishing thrusts. Then, as quickly as he’d entered me, John pulled his huge cock from my ass and said, “Trade with me bro.”
My ass gaped open, and I could feel a breeze up in my guts as Tye pulled my head from his lap. The black thugs switched places as I struggled not to fall over from exhaustion.
Tye’s cock was longer than John’s by at least an inch but not quite as thick, so it took a minute or two for my ass to grip him as it tried to close around the invading tool.
The two men picked up their timing again and I was being used just as hard as before, my body nothing but a cumdump for these superior specimens.
The only sound in the room was the squishing of cocks or fingers in wet holes as the three blacks pleasured themselves. With each outward thrust of John’s cock from my mouth I caught a glimpse of my and Jane’s wedding photo on the end table by the couch. I knew the picture from memory, but it still hurt to look at it from my current position. I was being ravaged by huge, cruel, black men in my own home with my wedding memories looking at me and mocking me.
I wanted to feel bad, to feel horror over the situation, but my plastic encased clitty was swinging back and forth with each thrust from the black men and it was as hard as it ever gets. My shame was burning hot.
The men quickened their pace and began to grunt and moan so I knew they were close. I now had to concentrate on my own problems. I was not allowed to cum under any circumstances without permission, but the constant rubbing of Tye’s cock on my prostate was making that quite difficult. I was moaning like a whore as they fucked in and out of me and before I knew it, they both shot off at nearly the same instant.
Tye was first, and I felt his hot cum paint my insides as he held me tightly against his groin, his cock buried balls deep up my ass.
John soon followed and I fought to swallow every rope of cum that shot from his thick cock. Unlike Daddy, John never wanted to see his cum. He called me a cum dumpster and said I was only good for disposing of the nasty stuff.
After they’d finished, the men made me lick them both clean and then, like Daddy, they simply left. They said a quick goodbye to Delta and were gone. The feeling of being ignored like this was more humiliating than I ever imagined it could be.
And then I was alone with her. Delta. The nastiest woman I’d ever seen. I could smell her from across the room and wondered how it was possible since I’d licked her clean every day this week.
She simply laughed at me and said, “Lie down on your back bitch.”
I did as I was told, and the behemoth squatted down over my face with her nasty gash and ass poised directly over it. “I just need to get off quick so don’t move sissy.”
Before I could catch my breath, she sat on my face with her full weight and began grinding and rubbing her fat, smelly, pussy all over it. She rubbed her slit from my hair to my chin in ever increasing intervals, panting and sighing as she fucked herself with my face. The smell was atrocious, and I couldn’t help but get mouthfuls of her slimy discharge. It was sheer misery. Her cunt juice made its way into my nose, and I knew I’d be smelling her for days.
The fat woman humped my head for twenty or thirty minutes before climaxing in a shuddering orgasm that seemed to shake the entire house. Then she sat down hard with her asshole over my mouth and said, “Like my dirt hole for a bit while I calm down and explain something to you sissy.”
I slid my tongue up into her asshole and began licking around and in and out the way I knew she liked. She squirmed on my face and sighed contentedly as I rimmed her out.
“Well sissy, your training is done. We got you ready to serve your wife and her Nubian king just the way they wanted. You’ll be their sissy maid. You’ll do all the housework. The cooking, cleaning, laundry, everything. Jake met with some very important people while on vacation and got himself a great new job. He’ll be running the company you used to work for, and Janey will be his second in command. Isn’t that great? Everyone you worked with and for will know all about you and your marriage. Jake is clever that way.”
I gasped into her asshole making the huge woman laugh and bounce on my face.
“But that’s not all sissy. You’ll be moving into a new home. Jake doesn’t like living in a house you paid for. No, he needs to be the only man of the house so Janey and he will pick out a new house when they get back. You will be moving with them as their servant and her cucky husband. They both love the fact that you’re still married to Janey so that won’t change. Even though everyone will know he’s the only one fucking her.”
I moaned in despair as she continued.
“Well, I gotta get going. I have my own life to live after all. But I want to leave you with something to remember me by.”
The fat, black woman climbed to her feet leaving me lying there like a used sex toy on the living room floor. She stood with her feet on either side of my head and squatted down over me with a grin on her face.
Then she started pissing. Right on my face! She laughed as I choked and spluttered as her foul piss went in my mouth and up my nose. I didn’t dare move, my training prevented it, but my shame had never been so deep, so real. The burning liquid soaked my face and hair even through the wig I wore. It puddled on the floor under me, and I felt it soaking into my clothes on my back.
When she finished pissing, Delta stood up and dressed as she grinned down at me. “One last thing,” she said as she pulled on her shoes. “We lied. Jake and Janey will be home today not tomorrow. In fact, they’ll be home in about three hours. For your sake you’d better get this house looking spotless for them. Hahahaha!”
She left me there shivering in her cooling piss. Three hours? I was a wreck, and so was the house. Oh my god!
End of Part Six
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