Secretary Made Me A Slut by Sissy Cuckold
background: My secretary Kirsty had teased me to the extent that I came in my trousers and on her stockinged foot in my office. She had made me lick her foot clean before getting in contact with my wife and persuading her to go out on a date with her and two black men, one of whom worked at my office. They had turned my wife into a slut that night and she had come home and began to dominate me herself. This is what happened next...
Part 1 - In My Wife's Underwear
I woke, a bit later than usual after all the previous night's activity, in the spare bedroom, my wife Jo having banished me there saying she only wanted to sleep with 'real men' in her marital bed from thereon.
After showering and changing I went into the bedroom to say goodbye to 'Mistress Jo'. She was still pretty drowsy and tired from the severe fucking she had received from her two black lovers just hours before. However, she did manage to sit up and rub her eyes as I got to the bedroom door. "Wait, there's something I want you to do for me today." she told me. "I'm going to be late Mistress Jo." I whimpered. She ignored me and ordered me to come closer to her. "Take off your shoes. And your socks. And your trousers. Now your boxers." My cock began to stiffen as I could not help but think, quite erroneously, that maybe she was going to suck me off because she felt guilty about her adultery. "I want you to wear the black fishnet stockings, suspenders and panties I came home in last night. You know, the ones I was very well fucked in. They might be a bit sweaty and spunk sodden, but I'm sure you'll enjoy that - it will remind you what a slut your wife is and let you know who now wears the trousers in this marriage." I began to panic, realising she was serious, and tried to get out of it. She cut me short with a more threatening scenario. "Shut the fuck up and do it or I will make you wear a black bra as well underneath your white shirt. If you refuse I will tell Kirsty, to let all the office know what's happened since yesterday!"
I was faced with no choice and pulled on the worn black fishnet stockings and suspenders before pulling on the skimpy knickers that Jo had borrowed from Kirsty to stop her lovers cum from dripping out of her fuckholes. Despite the fact the panties were very skimpy, my tiny prick was able to fit snugly into the silk - a fact that did not go unmentioned by my wife. The feel of the black silk got me hard and I wondered how I was going to be able to walk. My wife looked at me with a big grin on her face. "It suits you, feminine underwear, so much more so than pretending to be a man. It's just a shame I can't send you to work in a skirt and high heels so that everyone would know what a tart you are!" I put my trousers and shoes back on over the top but my wife refused to allow me to wear socks. "If anyone sees your fishnets, they'll just know what a little tart and pervert you are, won't they?"
When I got to work I managed to compose myself enough to soften my cock, but the feel of the black silk panties, and the pull of the suspenders on my fishnet stockings made it very difficult. I stopped to have a chat with Dave from Accounts on my way past as is the norm with some usual chit-chat about nothing, when Jim, the black guy who had very expertly fucked my wife the previous night with the help of his equally well endowed friend Jim, came past.
"Heh, Jim, how you doing? Where were you last night? We were one short for five-a- side?" Jim smiled broadly. "I was fucking some married white slut with my mate. Apparently, her husband's a bit of a wimp and, believe me, was she hot for it!" Dave's jaw dropped. "Yeah? Did you skewer her?" "Hell, yes, the bitch could not get enough. Said she'd been fed with a little boy's cock for 5 years and wanted to make up for lost time. Took it up the ass as well. It was like fucking a whore off the street!" "Wow. Will you be doing her again?" I asked meekly. "You bet. The dirty bitch has already invited us both round tonight to do her again. Says she wants to be fucked properly in her marital bed for the first time! See you two later." He left grinning from ear to ear. I headed off to my office knowing it was going to be a busy night and, with my cock straining in my secretary's silk panties, an uncomfortable day.
Kirsty arrived bang on 9am as usual. She came into the office without knocking. "Good morning cuckold. How did it go last night? Was there enough cum for you in your wife's pussy and ass?" "Good morning. Yes there was thank you, Mistress Kirsty." I said, stating the last two words hesitantly, wondering if Jo had told Kirsty that she was going to order me to address her in that manner. From the look on Kirsty's face, evidently that was not the case. She burst out laughing. "Mistress Kirsty, uh? I like that. Let's you know your place, who your superiors are. Was that Jo's suggestion?" I replied in the affirmative. She sat on the edge of my desk and leant over and dialled my home number. She left the phone on loudspeaker. "Hello?" "Hi, Jo. You recovered yet, you horny bitch?" Kirsty laughed. "Still pretty sore, but what a great night. I feel like a woman at last - well, a slut anyway! Are you with the cuckold?" "Yeah. Did he clean you well last night?" "Oh yes. He had no choice really, having his face rubbed in it. He makes a better arselicker than a husband, I'll say that. I hope he's been addressing you correctly?" she enquired. "Mistress Kirsty." she mimiced, humiliating me. "Very appropriate, I think." "Has he told you what he's wearing yet?" Jo asked. She knew that I would not have done, so carried on her sentence. "I made him wear my fishnet stockings and suspenders, as well as the silk panties you lent me, underneath his trousers!"
Kirsty put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from bursting out. "A sissy and a cuckold? That's fantastic." she said. "Stand up and take your trousers down, let me see what a little tart you look." she demanded. It was so humiliating and frightening, pulling my trousers down to reveal myself to my secretary, dressed in her panties and my wife's used stockings and suspenders. Kirsty clapped her hands when she saw. "Very nice. Very tarty. Now you really do deserve to be called a little bitch!" "It suits him, doesn't it Kirsty?" Jo asked. "I think he should wear women's underwear all the time and other things at home, don't you?" Kirsty confirmed my wife's thoughts and told Jo that she would take me out at lunch-time to buy me some things for my 'new special wardrobe'. They said their goodbyes and I was allowed to pull my trousers back up.
I found it difficult to concentrate that morning, images of my wife squatting with each hand holding a monster black cock and her lipsticked lips working each of them in turn, kept appearing in my head, making me hard in my silk panties, which in turn fuelled my humiliation and made me harder still.
Part 2 - Shopping
Eventually, lunch-time arrived and Kirsty and I headed towards town to purchase some items for my 'special' wardrobe. "You'll want to look your best for tonight and your guests, won't you?" I froze, my heart skipped a beat as I realised that one of my co- workers, Jim, would be seeing me dressed like a tart. I began to stammer that I did not want to be so dressed, but Kirsty admonished me. "Don't be a silly little tart. You will wear what you are told. You heard what your wife said - you are not fit to be dressed in manly clothing round the house anymore as you are a pathetic little sissy cuckold who gets off on being cuckolded and his wife's clean-up boy. I bet your little worm's still hard in those silk panties of mine, isnt't it?" she teased.
She took me to a department store first and picked out a red silk blouse and black knee length skirt with a split up the back and front. "That should flash your stocking tops of nicely. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you little fucking tart? Showing your wife's lover's your suspenders, you dirty bitch!" she ridiculed. She started heading towards the changing rooms with the items, ignoring my protests. The assistant took the items to check the amount there was before passing a token. She could not help but comment that she thought the size was too big. "Oh, they're not for me." Kirsty grinned. The assistant, barely 18, giggled. "I see. Go through." She looked at me knowingly still laughing at me as Kirsty dragged me to a booth. When I had the blouse and skirt on, Kirsty could not help but comment that I looked a little tart. "A bit of make-up and some high heels and you'll be turning heads!" "Are you alright in there?" came a question from outside. Kirsty pulled the curtain back a touch and saw the young assistant. She pulled it back further to reveal me and asked her. "What do you think?" "Ooh, nice. Fishnets, nice touch. A bit tarty though!" she laughed, humiliating me. Kirsty laughed along with her. "Yes, that's how he likes it!"
Both items purchased, she took me next to the lingerie department. She didn't make me try anything on but I did have to endure her holding basques, and bras up against me. In the end, we bought a red basque with suspenders and red panties, a black lace suspender belt, bra and panties set, with a set in white too as well as some black seamed and white lace-top stockings.
However the most embarrassing bit was yet to come - shoes! Although Kirsty did not force me to try anything on it was quite evident as soon as she asked for a shoe she had in her hand (one with 5" heels and a single ankle strap) in size 9 1/2 that they were for me. "Fancy dress is it?" asked the sales lady who must have been about 40. "Um, no." Kirsty said. "In fact, we'd like two pairs, one in white and one in black." The lady stared at her and then me. Kirsty broke the stare with her next sentence. "He just likes wearing high heels round the house!" The lady was somewhat amused, saying it took all sorts and came back with the two pairs of shoes. I was bright red as I signed the credit card slip.
Kirsty then told me to go back to the office as she had some shopping to do alone and that she would be back around 3pm and I would have to answer my own calls till she came back. She asked me rhetorically whether that would be OK. "Yes Mistress Kirsty." I replied.
When she came back at 3pm she came bounding into my office. "Look what I managed to buy you for tonight!" She took out a package from the bag and held up a pre-packaged French Maid's outfit, made up of a silky black short dress, and a lace white apron and hat. "Your seamed stockings will really work with that!" She looked down at my feet below the desk. "Why are you not wearing your high heels? You need to get them broken in before tonight." I could not believe she wanted me to do that in the office but she was not laughing at all. I began to protest saying I would not be able to move from my desk and what if someone came in but she would hear none of it. She took the black patent leather stilettos from the box and made me take off my shoes. She passed them to me. "Put them on your fishnet stockinged feet, you tart!" If I thought the lingerie was making my cock hard, the feeling generated by the high heels as I walked up and down in the office for Kirsty's amusement nearly brought me off. Eventually, she let me sit down, telling me that she had bumped into Jo in town. "She looked fantastic, really slutty. She was glowing though, I think she really needed the seeing to she got last night. She was out buying some new tarty clothing for her real-man boyfriends she said. She told me to tell you it was all going on your account. She seemed to find it quite funny that you were paying for her to dress like a slut for other men. It is funny, don't you think?!" she teased.
Part 3 - The 'Party'
When I got home, my wife was already prepared for the 'party' she had organised for her lovers and Kirsty. She looked abolutely stunning - her blond hair had been done up, her make-up was even heavier than the night before, if that was possible, and her outfit was out of this world. She was wearing a black PVC leather mini-dress, cut off below the arms, black elbow length silk gloves, with her wedding and engagement rings clearly visible on top of the gloves, a black choker round her neck, black silk stockings and a brand new pair of black shiny leather knee high boots with 6" spike heels. "You look fantastic Mistress Jo." I commented. "Do you think my boyfriends will want to fuck me? Mmm? Do you think they'll like to fuck a bitch dressed like a whore?" I nodded my head. "And it's all thanks to my little sissy husband. You've paid for it all. Paying out money so your slutty wife can dress like a tramp for her lovers. You really are a wimp! Anyway, Kirsty tells me you've got some new outfits. I want you up to the bathroom now. Get naked and start shaving off every hair on your body except for those on your head."
I did just that, with Jo even shaving the hairs off the crack of my bum. She took me through to the bedroom and made me don bright red nail polish on my fingers and toes. I asked how I would get it off for work the folowing day but she told me that was not her problem. "I just want you to look presentable for my boyfriends. Don't you dare let me down, you little bitch, or you're for it!" She plastered me in make-up to feminise my face, and made me wear the brightest red lipstick I had ever seen. She then redid my hair so it looked more feminine too. Then I dressed in the black bra, panties and suspenders Kirsty had chosen for me, before donning the black seamed stockings. "Make sure they're straight, bitch, or you'll be spanked!" she warned. When I had them on and attached to my suspdenders, she ordered me to bend over so she could check. She had one of the high heeled shoes in her hand that I was about to wear and was tapping it against her thigh as she inspected my seams. "Well, they look straight-ish, but not straight enough." And with a whack the sole of the shoe hit my silk pantied backside. "Do it properly bitch or next time it will be the heel I spank you with. I've already warned you not to embarrass me tonight." I managed to pass her inspection second time round and put on my Maid's outfit and the stiletto heeled shoes. She made me practise walking in the 5" heels, ordering me to mince around and wiggle my ass.
Soon the guests arrived and Jo sent me to answer the door. It was so humiliating opening it to be greeted by my secretary, Kirsty, my co-worker, Jim and his friend John. "Good evening Sirs, Mistress Kirsty." I said submissively. "Look at this little fucking tart," Kirsty laughed. "Turn round and shows us your seamed stockings, bitch. That's it bend over and show the guys your pantied ass. What a fucking sissy, eh, Jim? John?" Both the guys agreed through their laughter and I escorted them all through to the front room. Jo got up as they came in and kissed both of them fully, with tongues, and then did the same to Kirsty. "Damn you bitches look hot tonight." stated John. I had to concur. I now got my first chance to look at Kirsty's outfit. As usual she looked fantastic, in her white see through blouse, black bra, short black skirt, sheer black stockings, suspenders and another sexy pair of 6" black high heeled slingbacks with two ankle straps. I was ordered to get some drinks for all four of them and when I returned, both girls were on their knees, each sucking a black cock. I was entranced by the sight of my wife's left hand, in the black silk elbow length gloves, grasping that big black cock, her wedding and engagement rings sparkling as she jerked it off and sucked it deep into her throat. "Don't just stand there, sissy!" said Kirsty, removing Jim's cock from her mouth. "Pass the drinks to your superiors and then get behind me and show me what a good little arselicker you are. I want you to get it nice and wet for Jim's cock whilst I suck it hard!" Seconds later, I was hitching Kirsty's skirt up and inserting my tongue into her well- abused asshole, her rear unsurprisingly being pantyless. "Christ, you've got that little bitch well trained, Jo." commented Jim as I fucked my secretary's ringpiece with my tongue. It wasn't too long before Jim was pulling me by the hair away from Kirsty's ass so he could fuck her hole. By this time, my wife Jo was astride John on the sofa, riding him as he played roughly with her nipples. It was Jo who called me over and, asking John to pull her cheeks apart, ordered me to carry on my arselicking duties as she rode her stud. Soon, the noise in the house was reaching a tremendous volume. Both Kirsty and Jo were very vocal begging for the black cocks to fuck them, Kirsty in particular asking Jim to "ram that cock up my asshole" repeatedly. The guys were being equally forthright with John calling my wife all the names under the sun. "You fucking dirty adulterous whore, Jo. Fuck that big black cock!" "Louder." My wife requested. "I want my neighbours to know what a cheating fucking black cock loving slut I am!" He duly obliged before starting to let them know about me. "What about your husband, Jo? What do you thnk of him?" At the top of her voice, in between her orgasms, she let rip on the subject. "Oh, he's nothing but a pencil dicked sissy, more at home dressed in my underwear than in trousers. A sissy cuckold clean-up bitch, good for that and arselicking but little else!"
Eventually, John filled Jo with a load of spunk and immediately she climbed off, began sucking him off and presented her well fucked pussy, dripping with spunk, to my face. Kirsty, still being fucked hard up the arse by Jim, looked over. "Oh yeah, eat that spunk sissy. That's where he fucking belongs Jo, cleaning your well-fucked cunt out!"
Less than 10 minutes later, Kirsty had evidently changed her mind as she told me my place was reaming her asshole of Jim's spunk. Both Jim and John commented on how gross I was, but my wife told them I was getting off on the humiliation, which was quite true.
I thought that there may be a rest in between the fuckings, but Jo and Kirsty just seemed to keep sucking those black cocks hard again and then taking them in their pussies or arses. At one stage, my wife Jo was being skewered, with Jim in her mouth and John up her pussy. She took Jim out of her mouth long enough to say. "I want your big black cock up my arse Jim, whilst John fucks my cunt. I want my husband to see just what a fucking slut he married!" John withdrew and laid on the floor in the front room, and Jo quickly and expertly straddled his cock, glistening with her cum juices. Jim was soon slipping his 10" black cock into Jo's asshole as she moaned and groaned, giving the neighbours another dose of expletives in case they were in any doubt what a whore she now was. "Oh fuck, yeah, that hurts, hurts so good. So fucking horny. Two big black cocks in me in front of my stocking-clad husband. So fucking good!!" she moaned breathlessly. Kirsty egged her on. "Ride those black cocks, Jo, you fucking slut. Get your pussy and ass stuffed with that meat, you adulterous fucking hussy!" Kirsty shoved her cunt in my wife's face and I watched mesmerised as my wife's tongue licked my secretary's pussy. Kirsty told me to stop staring and do something useful. "Lick Jim's balls whilst he fucks your wife's slutty asshole!" "He's doing it. The wimp's fucking doing it!" Jim exclaimed moments later as my tongue lapped at his massive hairy black balls as they banged against my wife's ass. "Oh fuck yeah," moaned Jo. "He's not a man anymore, he's just a cuckolded sissy!" It obviously got Jim going as he soon exploded, withdrawing from Jo's asshole and wanking it off onto her leather dress, boots and stockings. He grabbed my head and pushed towards the mess he had created. "Lick that all up, you fucking wimp!" He then moved round to Jo's face, moved Kirsty out of the way and shoved his cock, which was covered in my wife's anal juices, direct into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily. "Yeah clean me, you fucking nasty slut, Jo." he added. Meanwhile, I was licking his spunk from my wife's leather boots with Kirsty using her stiletto on my neck to press my face to the right areas. I licked every last drop to her satisfaction and then heard my wife ask for John's cock in her ass. Kirsty cried out. "Fucking hell, Jo, you greedy little slut. You want both cocks again?" My wife was still sucking eagerly on Jim's cock and it was clear he would not be happy till he had fucked her mouth and cum in her mouth or on her face. She removed it temporarily to say. "Well I thought you had some other things to do." she said cryptically, nodding her head towards me and smiling conspiratorially. Kirsty laughed and went out of the room, leaving me to watch John get up and go behind my wife. He pulled her onto all fours and slipped his cock into her arsehole as his friend Jim held her head still and fucked her mouth. I sucked on the heel of my wife's right boot, eyes open looking at John's prick penetrating deep into her throbbing asshole, his balls slapping hard against her as he thrust in, in turn shoving more of Jim's cock down her throat.
"Would you like something else to suck on sissy?" I looked up at Kirsty as she re-entered the room. She had removed her skirt and blouse and was now wearing just black stockings, suspenders, high heels and a 10" black strap-on cock! "Crawl over here, bitch and suck my big black cock!" she demanded. I crawled over on all fours and knelt up. "Lick it. C'mon you've seen how your slut of a wife does it. Act like the slut you're married to and get all of my cock down your throat." I could hear Jim choking my wife on his spunk in the background as I started to suck Kirsty's cock. I was trying to do it gently but she was having none of that. "I guess you'll have to fucking learn the hard way sisssy." She grabbed me by the hair and made me get on all fours alongside my wife and she knelt next to Jim who was still filling my wife's mouth with cum. Kirsty grabbed my head and began to roughly push the strap-on cock in mouth. She forced it in and then began to fuck my face. My wife had obviously finished her blow job with Jim as I heard her encourage my secretary to face fuck me. "Give it to the little bitch, Kirsty. Make my husband into a cocksucking slut." Kirsty was forcing more and more cock into my mouth till I had well over half in there and was still pounding away. Jim was laid back watching the show whilst John was still stuffing his cock up my wife's ass. "Play with yourself, sissy, whilst sucking my cock. No, not your worm, you stupid fucking bitch. Finger your ass, get it nice and wet for my cock." She felt my shudder of apprehension. "What's the matter, sissy? You didn't think you could cock-tease me by dressing like a little tart and not get your ass fucked like your wife, did you? Stop being such a prude, sissy. You fucking want my black cock up your arse and you know it, don't you? Say it, bitch. I want to hear you fucking say it!" "I want you big black cock up my arse, Mistress Kirsty." I could hear my wife cumming as I said it and she was the next to speak. "Fuck the arse off my husband, Kirsty. Make him your slut just like John and Jim have done to me!" Kirsty removed the cock from my mouth and went behind me. Pulling my panties to one side, thereby leaving my rock hard cock encased in black lace, she placed the cock at the crack of my ass and gently pushed against my virgin asshole. "Oh fuck" I moaned. "Take it like a slut, you little bitch." My wife demanded. Once Kirsty had a few inches inside me she began to mimic John and rocking me backwards and forwards onto her cock, until she was matching his speed and had half of the cock up my ass. I felt my cock twitch in the lace of my black panties and I began to fill them. "I'm cumming, Mistress Kirsty. Fuck, your cock up my ass is making me cum!" "Just like a fucking slut." I heard my wife say before she added, turning her head to John. "Will you fuck my husband's mouth whilst Kirsty fucks his ass? I want him to feel what two big black cocks, one at each end, feels like? I want to see him spit-roasted like a fucking whore! Please, John, take your cock out of my ass and fuck my sissy cuckold's mouth!" Half a minute later, John was holding my head and giving me my first taste of a real black cock. It was covered in my slutty wife's anal juices which seemed to make her more excited. She now had Jim knelt in front of me and she was behind them, kneading both cocks. John pulled out and Jim slipped in. I could feel Kirsty spanking my panty clad arse, ordering me to "Suck those cocks, sissy slut!" "C'mon, guys, glaze my husband's painted face. Spray the little slut with your spunk. Oh yeah, let him have it." she asked as she wanked them off furiously, John shooting first with Jim seconds later. "Open your mouth, slut!" ordered my wife as I was drenched in cum, thick ribbons of it in my hair, on my cheek and chin, coating my Maid's outfit. I then found myself adding my own to the ejaculations, filling my panties again. When Jo was satisfied that I had cleaned up all the mess, Kirsty told me to take my spunk sodden panties off and rub the cum on her strap-on cock. I obeyed her and she then commanded. "Now show me what a nasty little slut you are and suck my cock clean, bitch!" There was general merriment as I obeyed my secretary's orders till she too was happy I had cleaned up that particular mess.
After we'd all had something to eat, the guys, who had been seemingly fucking non-stop for two nights, went home, leaving us three 'girls' together. I was taken upto the bedroom where Kirsty produced another strap-on cock, this one a 10" pink one, which my wife Jo adorned. They spit-roasted me for an hour, alternating every time I shot my load (three times) giving the neighbour - a single female I had once tried to chat up at a drunken Christmas party - on the other side a good vocal idea of what a slut I was. I didn't think I would have much chance next time round either - unless she fancied fucking me in the ass!
to be continued....
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background: My secretary Kirsty had teased me to the extent that I came in my trousers and on her stockinged foot in my office. She had made me lick her foot clean before getting in contact with my wife and persuading her to go out on a date with her and two black men, one of whom worked at my office. They had turned my wife into a slut that night and she had come home and began to dominate me herself. This is what happened next...
Part 1 - In My Wife's Underwear
I woke, a bit later than usual after all the previous night's activity, in the spare bedroom, my wife Jo having banished me there saying she only wanted to sleep with 'real men' in her marital bed from thereon.
After showering and changing I went into the bedroom to say goodbye to 'Mistress Jo'. She was still pretty drowsy and tired from the severe fucking she had received from her two black lovers just hours before. However, she did manage to sit up and rub her eyes as I got to the bedroom door. "Wait, there's something I want you to do for me today." she told me. "I'm going to be late Mistress Jo." I whimpered. She ignored me and ordered me to come closer to her. "Take off your shoes. And your socks. And your trousers. Now your boxers." My cock began to stiffen as I could not help but think, quite erroneously, that maybe she was going to suck me off because she felt guilty about her adultery. "I want you to wear the black fishnet stockings, suspenders and panties I came home in last night. You know, the ones I was very well fucked in. They might be a bit sweaty and spunk sodden, but I'm sure you'll enjoy that - it will remind you what a slut your wife is and let you know who now wears the trousers in this marriage." I began to panic, realising she was serious, and tried to get out of it. She cut me short with a more threatening scenario. "Shut the fuck up and do it or I will make you wear a black bra as well underneath your white shirt. If you refuse I will tell Kirsty, to let all the office know what's happened since yesterday!"
I was faced with no choice and pulled on the worn black fishnet stockings and suspenders before pulling on the skimpy knickers that Jo had borrowed from Kirsty to stop her lovers cum from dripping out of her fuckholes. Despite the fact the panties were very skimpy, my tiny prick was able to fit snugly into the silk - a fact that did not go unmentioned by my wife. The feel of the black silk got me hard and I wondered how I was going to be able to walk. My wife looked at me with a big grin on her face. "It suits you, feminine underwear, so much more so than pretending to be a man. It's just a shame I can't send you to work in a skirt and high heels so that everyone would know what a tart you are!" I put my trousers and shoes back on over the top but my wife refused to allow me to wear socks. "If anyone sees your fishnets, they'll just know what a little tart and pervert you are, won't they?"
When I got to work I managed to compose myself enough to soften my cock, but the feel of the black silk panties, and the pull of the suspenders on my fishnet stockings made it very difficult. I stopped to have a chat with Dave from Accounts on my way past as is the norm with some usual chit-chat about nothing, when Jim, the black guy who had very expertly fucked my wife the previous night with the help of his equally well endowed friend Jim, came past.
"Heh, Jim, how you doing? Where were you last night? We were one short for five-a- side?" Jim smiled broadly. "I was fucking some married white slut with my mate. Apparently, her husband's a bit of a wimp and, believe me, was she hot for it!" Dave's jaw dropped. "Yeah? Did you skewer her?" "Hell, yes, the bitch could not get enough. Said she'd been fed with a little boy's cock for 5 years and wanted to make up for lost time. Took it up the ass as well. It was like fucking a whore off the street!" "Wow. Will you be doing her again?" I asked meekly. "You bet. The dirty bitch has already invited us both round tonight to do her again. Says she wants to be fucked properly in her marital bed for the first time! See you two later." He left grinning from ear to ear. I headed off to my office knowing it was going to be a busy night and, with my cock straining in my secretary's silk panties, an uncomfortable day.
Kirsty arrived bang on 9am as usual. She came into the office without knocking. "Good morning cuckold. How did it go last night? Was there enough cum for you in your wife's pussy and ass?" "Good morning. Yes there was thank you, Mistress Kirsty." I said, stating the last two words hesitantly, wondering if Jo had told Kirsty that she was going to order me to address her in that manner. From the look on Kirsty's face, evidently that was not the case. She burst out laughing. "Mistress Kirsty, uh? I like that. Let's you know your place, who your superiors are. Was that Jo's suggestion?" I replied in the affirmative. She sat on the edge of my desk and leant over and dialled my home number. She left the phone on loudspeaker. "Hello?" "Hi, Jo. You recovered yet, you horny bitch?" Kirsty laughed. "Still pretty sore, but what a great night. I feel like a woman at last - well, a slut anyway! Are you with the cuckold?" "Yeah. Did he clean you well last night?" "Oh yes. He had no choice really, having his face rubbed in it. He makes a better arselicker than a husband, I'll say that. I hope he's been addressing you correctly?" she enquired. "Mistress Kirsty." she mimiced, humiliating me. "Very appropriate, I think." "Has he told you what he's wearing yet?" Jo asked. She knew that I would not have done, so carried on her sentence. "I made him wear my fishnet stockings and suspenders, as well as the silk panties you lent me, underneath his trousers!"
Kirsty put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from bursting out. "A sissy and a cuckold? That's fantastic." she said. "Stand up and take your trousers down, let me see what a little tart you look." she demanded. It was so humiliating and frightening, pulling my trousers down to reveal myself to my secretary, dressed in her panties and my wife's used stockings and suspenders. Kirsty clapped her hands when she saw. "Very nice. Very tarty. Now you really do deserve to be called a little bitch!" "It suits him, doesn't it Kirsty?" Jo asked. "I think he should wear women's underwear all the time and other things at home, don't you?" Kirsty confirmed my wife's thoughts and told Jo that she would take me out at lunch-time to buy me some things for my 'new special wardrobe'. They said their goodbyes and I was allowed to pull my trousers back up.
I found it difficult to concentrate that morning, images of my wife squatting with each hand holding a monster black cock and her lipsticked lips working each of them in turn, kept appearing in my head, making me hard in my silk panties, which in turn fuelled my humiliation and made me harder still.
Part 2 - Shopping
Eventually, lunch-time arrived and Kirsty and I headed towards town to purchase some items for my 'special' wardrobe. "You'll want to look your best for tonight and your guests, won't you?" I froze, my heart skipped a beat as I realised that one of my co- workers, Jim, would be seeing me dressed like a tart. I began to stammer that I did not want to be so dressed, but Kirsty admonished me. "Don't be a silly little tart. You will wear what you are told. You heard what your wife said - you are not fit to be dressed in manly clothing round the house anymore as you are a pathetic little sissy cuckold who gets off on being cuckolded and his wife's clean-up boy. I bet your little worm's still hard in those silk panties of mine, isnt't it?" she teased.
She took me to a department store first and picked out a red silk blouse and black knee length skirt with a split up the back and front. "That should flash your stocking tops of nicely. You'd like that, wouldn't you, you little fucking tart? Showing your wife's lover's your suspenders, you dirty bitch!" she ridiculed. She started heading towards the changing rooms with the items, ignoring my protests. The assistant took the items to check the amount there was before passing a token. She could not help but comment that she thought the size was too big. "Oh, they're not for me." Kirsty grinned. The assistant, barely 18, giggled. "I see. Go through." She looked at me knowingly still laughing at me as Kirsty dragged me to a booth. When I had the blouse and skirt on, Kirsty could not help but comment that I looked a little tart. "A bit of make-up and some high heels and you'll be turning heads!" "Are you alright in there?" came a question from outside. Kirsty pulled the curtain back a touch and saw the young assistant. She pulled it back further to reveal me and asked her. "What do you think?" "Ooh, nice. Fishnets, nice touch. A bit tarty though!" she laughed, humiliating me. Kirsty laughed along with her. "Yes, that's how he likes it!"
Both items purchased, she took me next to the lingerie department. She didn't make me try anything on but I did have to endure her holding basques, and bras up against me. In the end, we bought a red basque with suspenders and red panties, a black lace suspender belt, bra and panties set, with a set in white too as well as some black seamed and white lace-top stockings.
However the most embarrassing bit was yet to come - shoes! Although Kirsty did not force me to try anything on it was quite evident as soon as she asked for a shoe she had in her hand (one with 5" heels and a single ankle strap) in size 9 1/2 that they were for me. "Fancy dress is it?" asked the sales lady who must have been about 40. "Um, no." Kirsty said. "In fact, we'd like two pairs, one in white and one in black." The lady stared at her and then me. Kirsty broke the stare with her next sentence. "He just likes wearing high heels round the house!" The lady was somewhat amused, saying it took all sorts and came back with the two pairs of shoes. I was bright red as I signed the credit card slip.
Kirsty then told me to go back to the office as she had some shopping to do alone and that she would be back around 3pm and I would have to answer my own calls till she came back. She asked me rhetorically whether that would be OK. "Yes Mistress Kirsty." I replied.
When she came back at 3pm she came bounding into my office. "Look what I managed to buy you for tonight!" She took out a package from the bag and held up a pre-packaged French Maid's outfit, made up of a silky black short dress, and a lace white apron and hat. "Your seamed stockings will really work with that!" She looked down at my feet below the desk. "Why are you not wearing your high heels? You need to get them broken in before tonight." I could not believe she wanted me to do that in the office but she was not laughing at all. I began to protest saying I would not be able to move from my desk and what if someone came in but she would hear none of it. She took the black patent leather stilettos from the box and made me take off my shoes. She passed them to me. "Put them on your fishnet stockinged feet, you tart!" If I thought the lingerie was making my cock hard, the feeling generated by the high heels as I walked up and down in the office for Kirsty's amusement nearly brought me off. Eventually, she let me sit down, telling me that she had bumped into Jo in town. "She looked fantastic, really slutty. She was glowing though, I think she really needed the seeing to she got last night. She was out buying some new tarty clothing for her real-man boyfriends she said. She told me to tell you it was all going on your account. She seemed to find it quite funny that you were paying for her to dress like a slut for other men. It is funny, don't you think?!" she teased.
Part 3 - The 'Party'
When I got home, my wife was already prepared for the 'party' she had organised for her lovers and Kirsty. She looked abolutely stunning - her blond hair had been done up, her make-up was even heavier than the night before, if that was possible, and her outfit was out of this world. She was wearing a black PVC leather mini-dress, cut off below the arms, black elbow length silk gloves, with her wedding and engagement rings clearly visible on top of the gloves, a black choker round her neck, black silk stockings and a brand new pair of black shiny leather knee high boots with 6" spike heels. "You look fantastic Mistress Jo." I commented. "Do you think my boyfriends will want to fuck me? Mmm? Do you think they'll like to fuck a bitch dressed like a whore?" I nodded my head. "And it's all thanks to my little sissy husband. You've paid for it all. Paying out money so your slutty wife can dress like a tramp for her lovers. You really are a wimp! Anyway, Kirsty tells me you've got some new outfits. I want you up to the bathroom now. Get naked and start shaving off every hair on your body except for those on your head."
I did just that, with Jo even shaving the hairs off the crack of my bum. She took me through to the bedroom and made me don bright red nail polish on my fingers and toes. I asked how I would get it off for work the folowing day but she told me that was not her problem. "I just want you to look presentable for my boyfriends. Don't you dare let me down, you little bitch, or you're for it!" She plastered me in make-up to feminise my face, and made me wear the brightest red lipstick I had ever seen. She then redid my hair so it looked more feminine too. Then I dressed in the black bra, panties and suspenders Kirsty had chosen for me, before donning the black seamed stockings. "Make sure they're straight, bitch, or you'll be spanked!" she warned. When I had them on and attached to my suspdenders, she ordered me to bend over so she could check. She had one of the high heeled shoes in her hand that I was about to wear and was tapping it against her thigh as she inspected my seams. "Well, they look straight-ish, but not straight enough." And with a whack the sole of the shoe hit my silk pantied backside. "Do it properly bitch or next time it will be the heel I spank you with. I've already warned you not to embarrass me tonight." I managed to pass her inspection second time round and put on my Maid's outfit and the stiletto heeled shoes. She made me practise walking in the 5" heels, ordering me to mince around and wiggle my ass.
Soon the guests arrived and Jo sent me to answer the door. It was so humiliating opening it to be greeted by my secretary, Kirsty, my co-worker, Jim and his friend John. "Good evening Sirs, Mistress Kirsty." I said submissively. "Look at this little fucking tart," Kirsty laughed. "Turn round and shows us your seamed stockings, bitch. That's it bend over and show the guys your pantied ass. What a fucking sissy, eh, Jim? John?" Both the guys agreed through their laughter and I escorted them all through to the front room. Jo got up as they came in and kissed both of them fully, with tongues, and then did the same to Kirsty. "Damn you bitches look hot tonight." stated John. I had to concur. I now got my first chance to look at Kirsty's outfit. As usual she looked fantastic, in her white see through blouse, black bra, short black skirt, sheer black stockings, suspenders and another sexy pair of 6" black high heeled slingbacks with two ankle straps. I was ordered to get some drinks for all four of them and when I returned, both girls were on their knees, each sucking a black cock. I was entranced by the sight of my wife's left hand, in the black silk elbow length gloves, grasping that big black cock, her wedding and engagement rings sparkling as she jerked it off and sucked it deep into her throat. "Don't just stand there, sissy!" said Kirsty, removing Jim's cock from her mouth. "Pass the drinks to your superiors and then get behind me and show me what a good little arselicker you are. I want you to get it nice and wet for Jim's cock whilst I suck it hard!" Seconds later, I was hitching Kirsty's skirt up and inserting my tongue into her well- abused asshole, her rear unsurprisingly being pantyless. "Christ, you've got that little bitch well trained, Jo." commented Jim as I fucked my secretary's ringpiece with my tongue. It wasn't too long before Jim was pulling me by the hair away from Kirsty's ass so he could fuck her hole. By this time, my wife Jo was astride John on the sofa, riding him as he played roughly with her nipples. It was Jo who called me over and, asking John to pull her cheeks apart, ordered me to carry on my arselicking duties as she rode her stud. Soon, the noise in the house was reaching a tremendous volume. Both Kirsty and Jo were very vocal begging for the black cocks to fuck them, Kirsty in particular asking Jim to "ram that cock up my asshole" repeatedly. The guys were being equally forthright with John calling my wife all the names under the sun. "You fucking dirty adulterous whore, Jo. Fuck that big black cock!" "Louder." My wife requested. "I want my neighbours to know what a cheating fucking black cock loving slut I am!" He duly obliged before starting to let them know about me. "What about your husband, Jo? What do you thnk of him?" At the top of her voice, in between her orgasms, she let rip on the subject. "Oh, he's nothing but a pencil dicked sissy, more at home dressed in my underwear than in trousers. A sissy cuckold clean-up bitch, good for that and arselicking but little else!"
Eventually, John filled Jo with a load of spunk and immediately she climbed off, began sucking him off and presented her well fucked pussy, dripping with spunk, to my face. Kirsty, still being fucked hard up the arse by Jim, looked over. "Oh yeah, eat that spunk sissy. That's where he fucking belongs Jo, cleaning your well-fucked cunt out!"
Less than 10 minutes later, Kirsty had evidently changed her mind as she told me my place was reaming her asshole of Jim's spunk. Both Jim and John commented on how gross I was, but my wife told them I was getting off on the humiliation, which was quite true.
I thought that there may be a rest in between the fuckings, but Jo and Kirsty just seemed to keep sucking those black cocks hard again and then taking them in their pussies or arses. At one stage, my wife Jo was being skewered, with Jim in her mouth and John up her pussy. She took Jim out of her mouth long enough to say. "I want your big black cock up my arse Jim, whilst John fucks my cunt. I want my husband to see just what a fucking slut he married!" John withdrew and laid on the floor in the front room, and Jo quickly and expertly straddled his cock, glistening with her cum juices. Jim was soon slipping his 10" black cock into Jo's asshole as she moaned and groaned, giving the neighbours another dose of expletives in case they were in any doubt what a whore she now was. "Oh fuck, yeah, that hurts, hurts so good. So fucking horny. Two big black cocks in me in front of my stocking-clad husband. So fucking good!!" she moaned breathlessly. Kirsty egged her on. "Ride those black cocks, Jo, you fucking slut. Get your pussy and ass stuffed with that meat, you adulterous fucking hussy!" Kirsty shoved her cunt in my wife's face and I watched mesmerised as my wife's tongue licked my secretary's pussy. Kirsty told me to stop staring and do something useful. "Lick Jim's balls whilst he fucks your wife's slutty asshole!" "He's doing it. The wimp's fucking doing it!" Jim exclaimed moments later as my tongue lapped at his massive hairy black balls as they banged against my wife's ass. "Oh fuck yeah," moaned Jo. "He's not a man anymore, he's just a cuckolded sissy!" It obviously got Jim going as he soon exploded, withdrawing from Jo's asshole and wanking it off onto her leather dress, boots and stockings. He grabbed my head and pushed towards the mess he had created. "Lick that all up, you fucking wimp!" He then moved round to Jo's face, moved Kirsty out of the way and shoved his cock, which was covered in my wife's anal juices, direct into her mouth. She sucked on it greedily. "Yeah clean me, you fucking nasty slut, Jo." he added. Meanwhile, I was licking his spunk from my wife's leather boots with Kirsty using her stiletto on my neck to press my face to the right areas. I licked every last drop to her satisfaction and then heard my wife ask for John's cock in her ass. Kirsty cried out. "Fucking hell, Jo, you greedy little slut. You want both cocks again?" My wife was still sucking eagerly on Jim's cock and it was clear he would not be happy till he had fucked her mouth and cum in her mouth or on her face. She removed it temporarily to say. "Well I thought you had some other things to do." she said cryptically, nodding her head towards me and smiling conspiratorially. Kirsty laughed and went out of the room, leaving me to watch John get up and go behind my wife. He pulled her onto all fours and slipped his cock into her arsehole as his friend Jim held her head still and fucked her mouth. I sucked on the heel of my wife's right boot, eyes open looking at John's prick penetrating deep into her throbbing asshole, his balls slapping hard against her as he thrust in, in turn shoving more of Jim's cock down her throat.
"Would you like something else to suck on sissy?" I looked up at Kirsty as she re-entered the room. She had removed her skirt and blouse and was now wearing just black stockings, suspenders, high heels and a 10" black strap-on cock! "Crawl over here, bitch and suck my big black cock!" she demanded. I crawled over on all fours and knelt up. "Lick it. C'mon you've seen how your slut of a wife does it. Act like the slut you're married to and get all of my cock down your throat." I could hear Jim choking my wife on his spunk in the background as I started to suck Kirsty's cock. I was trying to do it gently but she was having none of that. "I guess you'll have to fucking learn the hard way sisssy." She grabbed me by the hair and made me get on all fours alongside my wife and she knelt next to Jim who was still filling my wife's mouth with cum. Kirsty grabbed my head and began to roughly push the strap-on cock in mouth. She forced it in and then began to fuck my face. My wife had obviously finished her blow job with Jim as I heard her encourage my secretary to face fuck me. "Give it to the little bitch, Kirsty. Make my husband into a cocksucking slut." Kirsty was forcing more and more cock into my mouth till I had well over half in there and was still pounding away. Jim was laid back watching the show whilst John was still stuffing his cock up my wife's ass. "Play with yourself, sissy, whilst sucking my cock. No, not your worm, you stupid fucking bitch. Finger your ass, get it nice and wet for my cock." She felt my shudder of apprehension. "What's the matter, sissy? You didn't think you could cock-tease me by dressing like a little tart and not get your ass fucked like your wife, did you? Stop being such a prude, sissy. You fucking want my black cock up your arse and you know it, don't you? Say it, bitch. I want to hear you fucking say it!" "I want you big black cock up my arse, Mistress Kirsty." I could hear my wife cumming as I said it and she was the next to speak. "Fuck the arse off my husband, Kirsty. Make him your slut just like John and Jim have done to me!" Kirsty removed the cock from my mouth and went behind me. Pulling my panties to one side, thereby leaving my rock hard cock encased in black lace, she placed the cock at the crack of my ass and gently pushed against my virgin asshole. "Oh fuck" I moaned. "Take it like a slut, you little bitch." My wife demanded. Once Kirsty had a few inches inside me she began to mimic John and rocking me backwards and forwards onto her cock, until she was matching his speed and had half of the cock up my ass. I felt my cock twitch in the lace of my black panties and I began to fill them. "I'm cumming, Mistress Kirsty. Fuck, your cock up my ass is making me cum!" "Just like a fucking slut." I heard my wife say before she added, turning her head to John. "Will you fuck my husband's mouth whilst Kirsty fucks his ass? I want him to feel what two big black cocks, one at each end, feels like? I want to see him spit-roasted like a fucking whore! Please, John, take your cock out of my ass and fuck my sissy cuckold's mouth!" Half a minute later, John was holding my head and giving me my first taste of a real black cock. It was covered in my slutty wife's anal juices which seemed to make her more excited. She now had Jim knelt in front of me and she was behind them, kneading both cocks. John pulled out and Jim slipped in. I could feel Kirsty spanking my panty clad arse, ordering me to "Suck those cocks, sissy slut!" "C'mon, guys, glaze my husband's painted face. Spray the little slut with your spunk. Oh yeah, let him have it." she asked as she wanked them off furiously, John shooting first with Jim seconds later. "Open your mouth, slut!" ordered my wife as I was drenched in cum, thick ribbons of it in my hair, on my cheek and chin, coating my Maid's outfit. I then found myself adding my own to the ejaculations, filling my panties again. When Jo was satisfied that I had cleaned up all the mess, Kirsty told me to take my spunk sodden panties off and rub the cum on her strap-on cock. I obeyed her and she then commanded. "Now show me what a nasty little slut you are and suck my cock clean, bitch!" There was general merriment as I obeyed my secretary's orders till she too was happy I had cleaned up that particular mess.
After we'd all had something to eat, the guys, who had been seemingly fucking non-stop for two nights, went home, leaving us three 'girls' together. I was taken upto the bedroom where Kirsty produced another strap-on cock, this one a 10" pink one, which my wife Jo adorned. They spit-roasted me for an hour, alternating every time I shot my load (three times) giving the neighbour - a single female I had once tried to chat up at a drunken Christmas party - on the other side a good vocal idea of what a slut I was. I didn't think I would have much chance next time round either - unless she fancied fucking me in the ass!
to be continued....
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