- Note: I'm reviving this story after abandoning it for 3 years. Sorry about doing that, my bad. Please read the earlier the chapters on my profile if you want the full story
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Chapter 6
It was finally the day my *** was to return from his business trip. Our ****** had changed forever in the weeks he was gone, and he had no idea about any of it. Malik was in total control of the ****** now. I was his sissy slave, and my mom and sister were his girlfriends. My own girlfriend, if I could even call her that anymore, was also completely under his spell. My *** was about to discover that his entire ****** was stolen from him by a cocky, black teenager. How would he react to that, I wondered. Would he lash out at us, would he storm out and never return... would he submit as I had.
My mom and sister didn't seem at all concerned about it. I was getting very worried the morning of ***'s return, but they both acted as if nothing had changed. Malik wasn't around, so they were both modestly dressed as opposed to the slutty outfits they typically wore around him. My girlfriend wasn't around either, which was unusual since she had practically moved in with us over the last few weeks. I wondered if maybe Malik and the girls planned to hide everything from ***.
When *** finally got home, we all went out to meet him in the garage. Mom gave him a hug and a kiss, my sister and I each hugged him, and everything seemed normal. I wanted to tell him about what happened while he was gone, I wanted to warn him, but how could I? Would he even believe me? Would he hate me for going along with it all?
The rest of the day was uneventful, we all acted like a normal ******. It was nice, but not to last. Any false hopes of returning to normal were shattered the next day at school when Malik cornered me between classes and asked about how my *** was doing.
"So how's your daddy? He happy to me back home?"
"Yes, I don't think he knows about... you", I sheepishly replied.
Malik smirked and said, "He doesn't, yet. We'll fix that soon enough, don't you worry. I know you must be anxious to have me around again. I'll bet you want it almost as much as your mom and sister."
My cock stiffened at the thought of it. I knew he was right. Only a day without him and I already missed watching the fucked up orgies. I was still afraid of my *** finding out, but I couldn't deny how turned on I was.
"What are you gonna do?" I said while looking down.
"What do you want me to do? Obviously, you're mom and sister and mine. I've got no plans to cut them loose. But you're ***... I couldn't go a couple of different ways with him."
"A couple of different ways?" I responded, surprised.
"I could have your mom divorce him, then kick him out of the house. Ruin his life and replace him entirely. Or, I could break him just like I broke you."
Malik noticed the tent in my pants.
"Christ dude. No one wants to see your little dick in the school hallway." Malik said mockingly. He pushed me into the men's restroom and dropped me to my knees. He took out his soft cock and dragged it across my lips. I quickly began sucking him off as he continued our conversation.
"You're *** could learn to serve me just like you do. I could own your entire ******" he said confidently.
My mouth was full but Malik could see my response in just my eyes. I wanted it. I was ashamed of it, but I wanted it nonetheless.
"Alright then, I'll get to work," he said with a smile. "Finish me off quick, I'm heading out after this."
Malik pushed his cock deeper into my throat and held my head in place. I felt his cock start to pulse and then the warmth of his cum draining down my throat. My mind always went blank when I tasted his cum, and this time was no different. Before I knew it he'd finished and put his pants back on. He left without saying another word to me.
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Chapter 6
It was finally the day my *** was to return from his business trip. Our ****** had changed forever in the weeks he was gone, and he had no idea about any of it. Malik was in total control of the ****** now. I was his sissy slave, and my mom and sister were his girlfriends. My own girlfriend, if I could even call her that anymore, was also completely under his spell. My *** was about to discover that his entire ****** was stolen from him by a cocky, black teenager. How would he react to that, I wondered. Would he lash out at us, would he storm out and never return... would he submit as I had.
My mom and sister didn't seem at all concerned about it. I was getting very worried the morning of ***'s return, but they both acted as if nothing had changed. Malik wasn't around, so they were both modestly dressed as opposed to the slutty outfits they typically wore around him. My girlfriend wasn't around either, which was unusual since she had practically moved in with us over the last few weeks. I wondered if maybe Malik and the girls planned to hide everything from ***.
When *** finally got home, we all went out to meet him in the garage. Mom gave him a hug and a kiss, my sister and I each hugged him, and everything seemed normal. I wanted to tell him about what happened while he was gone, I wanted to warn him, but how could I? Would he even believe me? Would he hate me for going along with it all?
The rest of the day was uneventful, we all acted like a normal ******. It was nice, but not to last. Any false hopes of returning to normal were shattered the next day at school when Malik cornered me between classes and asked about how my *** was doing.
"So how's your daddy? He happy to me back home?"
"Yes, I don't think he knows about... you", I sheepishly replied.
Malik smirked and said, "He doesn't, yet. We'll fix that soon enough, don't you worry. I know you must be anxious to have me around again. I'll bet you want it almost as much as your mom and sister."
My cock stiffened at the thought of it. I knew he was right. Only a day without him and I already missed watching the fucked up orgies. I was still afraid of my *** finding out, but I couldn't deny how turned on I was.
"What are you gonna do?" I said while looking down.
"What do you want me to do? Obviously, you're mom and sister and mine. I've got no plans to cut them loose. But you're ***... I couldn't go a couple of different ways with him."
"A couple of different ways?" I responded, surprised.
"I could have your mom divorce him, then kick him out of the house. Ruin his life and replace him entirely. Or, I could break him just like I broke you."
Malik noticed the tent in my pants.
"Christ dude. No one wants to see your little dick in the school hallway." Malik said mockingly. He pushed me into the men's restroom and dropped me to my knees. He took out his soft cock and dragged it across my lips. I quickly began sucking him off as he continued our conversation.
"You're *** could learn to serve me just like you do. I could own your entire ******" he said confidently.
My mouth was full but Malik could see my response in just my eyes. I wanted it. I was ashamed of it, but I wanted it nonetheless.
"Alright then, I'll get to work," he said with a smile. "Finish me off quick, I'm heading out after this."
Malik pushed his cock deeper into my throat and held my head in place. I felt his cock start to pulse and then the warmth of his cum draining down my throat. My mind always went blank when I tasted his cum, and this time was no different. Before I knew it he'd finished and put his pants back on. He left without saying another word to me.
