How Abby and Lyle Became Black Cock Whores

Lyle has been a friend of mine for a long time. The below story is based on actual events, and was drafted by Lyle and then written with a lot of my help – Gracie

My name is Lyle. My looks are something I have always been proud of, as I am a very good-looking guy, although on the short side. Women seem to like my effeminate features, which they seem to relate to. They seem to like to mother me, which I don't mind. I have a small bone structure, slim legs, and long slim fingers. Even though I am effeminate, I am not gay, but I suspect some people think I am simply because of how I look and act.

I am married to Abby, she is very sexy but very inexperienced when it comes to sex and “street sex” smarts. She is extremely intelligent, much more so than me. She is shy and socially awkward. I love her with all my might, she is my sole mate. I had been out of work for some time, over six months. All of our meager savings were long exhausted, we were behind on the power and in danger of being evicted, and we were going downhill fast. Even our friends were fast abandoning us, as we could not afford to go out to nice dinners or clubbing with them, and we were no longer fun to be with. In desperation, I researched becoming either a real estate or insurance agent. After further exploration, an insurance agent seemed to be the best fit for my educational background and submissive personality, so I took several pre-licensing courses online, at a community college and a private institution. I took more than I needed until I felt comfortable passing the state exam. I was shocked when I passed, as I had serious doubts I would.

I wrote up a resume and went out looking for employment. My state requires that a new agent be sponsored by, or in other words, employed by, an insurance firm or an experienced agent. I hit up every insurance agency I could find in my area. Large, small, even single agent shops, it didn't matter, I needed to get a job. I knew it would take time, once I started with an agency, to generate enough commission to make a living, supplement my wife's income.

As time passed without results, I got more and more desperate, and my wife, Abby, was getting hysterical with worry. The market seemed dead, no one seemed interested in a newbie agent. I was getting depressed again, having wasted all that time and money to get a license and still couldn't get a job.

Several days went by after I dropped off the last of my resumes, but no call, no job. Then I got a call, A woman called from an agency, “Darrell would like to interview you about a job, and is willing to train you." I was ecstatic. She gave me the information. I was determined that I would, one way or another, get that job. That night, when my wife, Abby, came home, I told her all about it. She hugged and kissed me and told me she was proud of me. I reminded her I didn't have the job yet, "I have faith in you. I am counting on you, you must get that job!”

I was already under extreme pressure, and that added even more. I was afraid of a nervous breakdown, which, of course, we could not afford. I thought, How could Abby tell our friends and family that her husband was in the nut house It would be difficult for her.

The next morning, I was at the insurance agency nearly 20 minutes early, so nervous I was almost shaking. I knew arriving so early would show a touch of desperation, but I was hoping it would also show eagerness to start and learn. When I announced myself to the large black woman at reception, she looked at her watch, “Have a seat, and I'll tell Darrell you are here when he is ready.”

I sat in the reception area and waited. There were several office doors that opened onto the reception area. Some were open, and some were closed. One that was closed suddenly opened, and a black man came out, smiling. I thought he might be Darrell, so I started to rise, but he walked right past me and out the front door. A woman came out of that same office and stood in the doorway, looked at me, and smiled. She looked over at the large woman at the reception desk, who just shook her head “no.” I guess maybe she thought I was a new customer.

I have to say, I was rather shocked. The woman in that office was young, blonde, and extremely attractive. She wore a little micro-mini skirt that barely covered the essentials and a blouse that showed so much cleavage that her nipples were barely covered. But when she smiled at me, I smiled back, I couldn't help it. I thought to myself, “Wow.” I think she must have read my silent lips, as she giggled, then went back into her office, leaving the door open. I've never seen someone in a professional office wear something so revealing before. I thought they must have a very loose dress code here. I also thought that it was very unprofessional, and I didn't see how the owner of the agency let her get away with it.

While I sat and waited, there were a couple of other customers that came in and went into one or another of the offices. That was encouraging, as it seemed like it was a fairly busy office, which would help me. The customers that I saw were all black, however, so I didn't know just how well they might accept a white agent helping them with their insurance needs. I grew very concerned about getting this job.

After a few more minutes, the phone on the receptionist's desk buzzed. She picked it up and listened, then she turned to me and said, “Darrell will see you now.” She motioned to the door directly behind her. She got up and opened it for me. My knees were weak as I walked. When I went it, she shut the door behind me. A handsome black man rose from behind his desk and stuck his hand out.

“I am Darrell,” he said. “I'm the owner of this agency.”

“I'm Lyle,” I said, my voice cracking with fear.

His laugh was a deep baritone. His voice was almost electric like charged the air with static electricity.

I shook his hand. He held on to my hand longer than necessary, squeezing, almost crushing the delicate bones in my hand, while staring into my eyes for a long period. It made me feel very uncomfortable, I looked away. My eyes darted to the floor, trying to avoid his stare.

Through a wince, I said, “So pleased to meet you.”

When I looked back up, he finally let go of my hand after staring into my eyes. I felt like he was staring right through me. He motioned me to a chair in front of his desk. He had a very commanding attitude that was hard to resist.

While I sat, he reviewed my resume out loud, asking a few questions along the way. Then he started asking some detailed questions. Most of the questions were very personal and probably illegal, but he likely knew I was desperate and would put up with it. He was right, I would, as I felt I had no choice.

“How old are you,” he asked.

“23,” I answered.

“How old is your wife?”

“Um, 22.”

“Any kids?”

“No.”

“Is your wife sexually active with other men?”

I was shocked and started to rise out of my chair. “What?!”

He told me in a stern voice to sit back down. When I hesitated, he yelled out, “Now!”

I sat, a bit cowed. I crossed one leg over the other, like a girl, like I was trying to protect my private parts.

“Answer the fucking question!”

I shook my head no.

“Answer the fucking question out loud!”

“No, she is not sexually active with other men. But why are you asking questions like this? They are highly inappropriate, and have nothing to do with my qualifications for a job!” I put up a brave front.

He frowned at me, and said, “It has everything to do with your getting a job here. The only reason I am interviewing you is because of your appearance and because of your wife. After you submitted your application, I found you on social media sites and got interested in her as well as you. She is very attractive. In fact, she is hot. You obviously married way above what you deserve, do you understand that?”

I nodded and I did.

“Answer out loud. I am not telling you again.”

“Yes, I know I married way outside my league. I know I don't deserve a wife as good as she is.” I looked down, feeling bullied.

“You have any pictures of her that are not online?”

Nervously, I dug out my cell phone and pulled up a couple of pictures, and placed the phone on his desk.

He ignored it, and said, “Hand the motherfucking phone to me, do not just put it on my desk.”

I picked up the phone, my hand shaking as I handed it to him.

He glanced at the pictures and shook his head negatively. “These look like she is all buttoned up, afraid to show herself. Is she frigid? Don't you have any better ones?”

“What do you mean, 'better,'” I asked.

“Damn, are you a fucking idiot? What do you think I mean by 'better'? Pic's of her without clothes, fool. Naked. Nude. Got it now?”

I stammered, totally shocked. “No, nothing like that.”

“Are you gay or something?”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “No, I am not gay, and what does that have to do with anything?”

He came back at me with, “Then are you bi-sexual? You look like you are at least bi-sexual if not a fucking queer.”

“No, I am not bi-sexual,” I said, looking down.

“How many cocks have you had in your mouth or your ass?”

I answered, “That is a highly inappropriate question, and I am not going to answer it.”

“Oh, really?” He said. “It must have been quite a few then. Tell me what happened. NOW!”

I looked down, very uncomfortable, and totally cowed. A job was on the line. “When I was in school, a kid ****** me to do it.”

“****** you to do what?” he said.

“****** me to, you know, give him oral sex,” I squirmed, unable to meet his eyes. I was so ashamed.

“Did he cum in your pretty girly mouth?”

I looked down again, fully embarrassed. “Yes.”

“What did you do with his cum?”

“I gagged and wanted to spit it out, but he made me swallow it,” I said, my face getting really flushed.

“Was he white, Hispanic, black? What was he?”

“He was black. He was big and he was a bully.”

“How many more times did he make you suck him off like that?” Darrell looked pleased that he had wormed this confession out of me.

I shifted in my chair, not wanting to say anything more, but under Darrell's intense stare, I finally said, “Several more times, nearly every year in school.”

“So like what, two or three times a week all through school?”

I nodded and said, “Yes.” Tears started forming in my eyes.

“You suck off anyone else?”

I hesitated, and stammered before answering, I did not want to answer. “He made me do it to a few of his friends, too.” Tears were now flowing freely down my cheeks. I wiped them away.

“They black too?”

I nodded my head, “Yes.”

“Do you resent black people because of what happened to you?”

I quickly answered, “Oh no. Not at all. Never.”

“Did this only happen at school, like in the restrooms or something, or other places too?”

I hesitated, leaning over, looking down at my shoes, trying to avoid answering.

Darrell slammed his hand down on the desk, startling me into answering.

“Other places too. Like on weekends they made me meet them so I could do it to them.”

“How many times do they make you suck them off on weekends?”

I started to sob, finding it hard to talk. “Nearly every weekend. They called me a girl, their bitch and they said they owned me.”

“What would you wear on weekends when you met them to blow them?”

I tried wiping my tears away, but they were flowing too fast. “They made me wear panties.”

“Where did you get the panties?”

“My mom's panties were too big for me, so I wore my little sister's panties. They fit me.”

“Did your sister ever catch you wearing her panties?”

“No, but my mom did.” As soon as I blurted that out, I bit my lip, regretting I volunteered that my mom caught me.

Darrell laughed, his laugh vibrating right into my body, it seemed. “What did your mommy say when she caught you wearing panties?”

I openly sobbed, my shoulders shaking. “She laughed and said she always thought I was a fag, and told me I should wear panties all the time like a good little fag.”

Darrell laughed again. “Did you tell her you were also a cock sucker too?”

I shook my head, “No, I never told her that.”

“Why didn't you report it to the police or the school?”

I hung my head in shame, “They took pictures of me sucking their cocks and in panties and said they would show everybody if I ever told anyone.”

“Who else have you told about this,” Darrell asked.

“Just my wife. We tell each other everything,” I answered.

“What was her reaction?”

“She was sympathetic with me. She understood.”

“Has your wife ever been ****** to suck anybody off in school, as you did?”

“No, mine is the only penis she's ever had.”

Darrell leaned back and laughed. It was a deep belly laugh.

Then he leaned forward and said, “No, you do not have a penis. You don't have a cock, either. What you have is a dick, a dickie, a weewee, a little Lyle. You are a wanker. Don't you ever call what you have a penis or a cock. Understood?”

I looked down and nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

He stared at me for a long time. I got nervous and started twitching. He finally said, “Okay, I am going to give you a chance. You will be on probation for several months. At any time you fail to do what I tell you to do, or do not show me respect, you will be gone. Do you understand that?”

I nodded yes, and said, “Yes, I understand.”

“The lady out front is my mamma. Everybody just calls her Mamma. You will also show her respect, and do absolutely everything that she tells you to do, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. You will be given additional training here, and we will help you start out. Also, to start out, I'll give you a draw against your commissions. But you will have to earn it. Mamma will have you sign a document that spells out the draw and commission agreement, and the conditions under which you will work here. I normally don't do this, but I will even allow you to pull out an amount against your draw tomorrow since I know you are in trouble. You will start in the morning. Everything understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I understand.”

Darrell rolled his eye up, “Yes, you understand what?”

“Um, oh! Yes, I understand everything.”

“Are you dense? Yes, you understand WHAT?”

I think I finally understood what he was after. “Yes, I understand, Sir?”

“That's better. Now get your skinny little white ass out of here and see Mamma.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Mamma went over my draw and commission agreement very briefly and emphasized that I was on probation, and could be let go for any reason or even no reason. She said she would have a check for me against the draw in the morning. I was to report at 9:00 AM sharp.

I thanked her and went home. Abby wasn't home yet, so I got on the computer and went into the various social media sites to look at what Darrell had seen that got his interest. There were many pictures of me and Abby and our friends. Some who used to be our friends. While all the pictures of Abby showed her to be very attractive, none were risque. The most revealing ones were when we were on vacation at the beach, and she was in a bikini. While it showed she had ample breasts and a nice body, not even those could be considered risque or racy whatsoever.

When Abby got home, I told her I got the job, but also told her about the really inappropriate questions, like if she has sex with other men, and his asking for more pictures of her and was disappointed I didn't have any that showed her in something revealing. I even told her that I had to tell him about being made to blow the black bully and wearing panties. I told her about the draw against the commission and that I would be on probation for several months.

While she was shocked, she said, “We don't really have any choice. Our electricity will be shut off in a few days, and soon we will be evicted. You need to do what he tells you to do, at least for now. I know it will be hard.”

I nodded in agreement and gave her a soft kiss on her luscious, full lips. She gave me an encouraging smile. I would do anything to make her happy.

The next day, I reported for work, getting there before 9:00. Mamma assigned me an office, gave me some reading material, and also gave me some training DVDs I could watch on a computer on my desk. Some of the DVDs were about the system they use for writing up insurance quotes and binders. Before lunch, she gave me a check against the draw, as promised.

She said, “Remember, this must be paid back, either through offset against your commissions or in cash if you stop working here. My son will get it out of you one way or another, you better believe that.”

I believed her. During lunch, I went to the bank to cash the check, then quickly made a payment against our electricity bill.

Mid-afternoon, the blonde girl I had seen during my interview came into my office with another girl, dark-haired, to introduce themselves. As short as the skirt was on the blonde girl, the dark haired girl had an even shorter skirt. They both had incredibly long legs, right up to their, umm, well, you know what. Both of them were gorgeous.

The blonde said her name was Candy. I thought “Candy” was a name reserved for strippers, but I refrained from saying that. The dark haired girl said her name was Riley.

They sat in the chairs in front of my desk. When they sat, I could clearly see their panties. Both of their panties were pink and lacy. They made no effort to hide anything. It was very hard to tear my eyes away, but I managed to after a bit. They were both smiling at me, knowing I was looking. They didn't seem to mind.

Finally, Riley said, “We hear you have a very pretty wife. What is her name?”

“Thank you. Yes. Abby.”

Candy piped up and said, “Could we see some pictures of her?”

“Sure,” I said, wondering why they would want to see pictures of my wife. I got my cell phone out and showed them.

“Yes, very pretty,” exclaimed Riley. “I can see why Darrell hired you.” Then she gave me a huge smile. I got nervous, wondering what the hell that meant.

They both got up and wiggled their asses out of my office. I stared for several minutes at the empty spot in my doorway where their asses were last seen. I was embarrassed that my dick even got a bit hard. They were very hot girls.

For a couple of days, I went through a lot of training on the office procedures, the computer systems, etc. so that when I was finally allowed to handle a customer, I would have at least some idea as to what I was doing.

At the end of the third day, Mamma called me over to her desk. She told me to drop my pants. I laughed and started to turn toward the door to go home. She caught my arm and twisted. It hurt.

I said, “Ow! That hurt!”

She ignored that, and said, “Drop your motherfucking pants. I won't tell you again.”

I was startled, but undid my belt and zipped down, then dropped my pants to my knees. She looked at my white briefs.

She laughed, and said “Not much there, is there? Tomorrow comes in wearing pink panties. It's a job requirement.”

I laughed and went home.

That evening, I told Abby what happened. She laughed, saying, “Wow, that is such a weird place to work. I've never heard of something like that. Mamma was obviously joking, though.”

The next morning, I arrived at work before Mamma did. She came in several minutes after and called me over to her desk.

“Drop your pants, sweetie,” she said.

When I did so, she looked at my white briefs and tisked. She grabbed me by my dick through the fabric of my underpants and pulled me into Darrell's office. It was hard for me to walk with my pants down to my knees, but she kept pulling hard on my dick and I had no choice. It really hurt.

Darrell was at his desk, watching. Mamma sat in a chair and pulled my briefs all the way down, ******** my dick and my ass, then pulled me over her knees. Darrell started laughing when she spanked my naked ass as hard as she could. It stung badly, and it brought tears to my eyes. I knew my ass was turning bright red, as both of my naked cheeks got sore. Tears were flowing from my eyes. My ass was really stinging. I had never been spanked that hard even when a little kid.

Finally, Mamma let me up and told me to take my briefs off entirely. I pulled my pants off, slipped out of my underpants, and stood there, my whole bottom naked, my dick fully *******, right in front of Mamma and Darrell. Mamma grabbed a hold of my balls and squeezed. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I squirmed. Not only was it embarrassing to stand there with no pants and my dick ******* and my ass red, but a large black woman as old as my own mom had my nuts locked into her tight grip.

Mamma released my balls yanked my dick, and told me, “Okay, put your pants back on, but leave your ridiculous underwear off. Tomorrow, you will come in wearing pink panties as I told you.”

Then she yanked my dick hard again and threw my white briefs into the trash.

I said, “Yes, Mamma.”

I turned to leave Darrell's office, but he stopped me and told me to bring in photos of my wife.

He said, “And make sure they are totally nude. Include some spread-leg ones. I want to see all of her: her tits, her ass, and her cunt. Got it?”

I nodded, and said, “Yes, Sir.” But I was really thinking that this would be my last day working for this agency. I simply did not know how I would explain this to Abby.

I went back to my office, very embarrassed, and very worried. It hurt to sit, so I stood at my desk, going over some office procedures, but mostly thinking about how I would bring this all up with Abby.

Candy came in, smiling. She said, “I heard Mamma spanking you. What did you do?”

I told her about the pink panties requirement, my face turning as red as my ass. I also blurted out that Darrell also instructed me to bring in some naked photos of my wife.

Candy giggled, and said, “Better do what he told you to do. And if you think you can get by with not coming in, or quitting, forget it. He knows how to handle that. Just do it.”


End of PART 2

That night at home, I told Abby about what happened, about the requirement for pink panties and the hard spanking I got. She was shocked, but then she started giggling. She instructed me to pull my pants down, ******** my sore ass. She rubbed lotion onto my ass, both cheeks. She had a hard time containing her giggles.

She said, “Remember that time when we got sort of ***** and I made you try on a pair of my panties? I thought you looked really cute in panties.” Then she giggled more.

Most of Abby's panties were not pink, but she did find a pair, and I tried them on. They fit perfectly. She exclaimed, “Very cute and sexy!”

She pulled my panties to one side, ******** my dick and balls, and began to suck on my dick. It felt so good, and I immediately got hard. After a minute, I came into her mouth, and she got a tissue and spit it out. I needed to reciprocate, so I pulled down her pants and panties, laid her on the bed, spreading her legs apart, and ate her. My tongue was starting to get tired when she finally came. She used her hands to press my face hard into her crotch.

She knew, I guess, since I already came in her mouth, that it would be some time before I could get hard again, so she settled for me just eating her. She had a mild orgasm and then just laid there for a bit.

Then I told her about the requirement for naked pictures of her, and added, “Darrell wants some spread-leg pics, and he wants to see your tits and ass, too.” Then I looked down, waiting for her reaction. I was afraid she might explode with rage.

When I looked up, her face was flushed with embarrassment. She asked, “What is he going to do with them? Not post them on-line anywhere, is he?”

I told her, “I don't think so. Maybe he just wants to masturbate while looking at you naked.”

She sat on the edge of the bed. After a few moments, she nodded her head and said, “Well, I guess I can't ask you to wear pink panties for us, and then refuse to pose naked, can I?”

I was frankly surprised she agreed so easily. But I also knew she felt even more despondent over our financial situation than I did.

I got my phone, and took several pictures of her, all completely naked. We did all kinds of poses, like of her with her back to the camera and leaning way over to ****** her entire backside, and her spread legged like Darrell instructed, and her squeezing her lovely tits.

The next morning, Mamma called me over to her desk. Without her even asking, I dropped my pants so she could see I was wearing pink panties. They were pink, but they were just plain, simple, cotton panties. Almost like boy panties.

Mamma shook her head no. “They must be lacy and sexy and frilly. Nothing plain Jane like that. You better be wearing something really sexy tomorrow. Your last chance.” Then she asked me if I had taken the naked pictures of Abby.

I said, “Yes, Mamma, I have.” She took my phone and brought it in to Darrell, and closed the door behind her. Darrell had the phone for well over an hour before it was returned to me.

Mamma said “My son really likes your wife. He said she is built to be naked, as she looks so good, so hot. Take that as a hint. Your wife needs to be naked most of the time. He said she needs to shave her cunt. Darrell likes bald cunt. Retake the photos tonight after she shaves.”

I was startled, but said, “Okay, Mamma.”

Then she smiled at me and said, “You need to shave, too. When you come in to work in the morning, the only hair on you better be on your motherfucking white head.” Then she turned and went to her desk.

That night, Abby asked how the nude pictures of her went over.

I told her, “Darrell really seemed to like them a lot. He said you look really good naked, and you should be naked a lot.”

Her face flushed red, and she said, “Be sure to tell Darrell thank you for his comments.”

Then I told her, “But he said you need to shave your pubic area. Darrell wants you to have a totally bald pussy, he said.”

Abby flushed again, but nodded her head okay.

Then I added, “I need to remove all the hair on my body too.”

Abby gave me a quizzical look, but then just nodded.

We ate a quick dinner, then we went out shopping for sexy, girly, pink panties. I bought several pairs for me, and Abby even got some for herself. We made sure all the panties were very sexy and revealing. Some were lacy, some transparent, some thongs, some g-strings, etc. Our panties were really pretty interchangeable, as I could wear hers, and she could wear mine. We also got some hair removal cream for my dick and balls and face.

At home, Abby took a shower and totally shaved herself. After, she helped me, shaving my legs, under my arms, some other areas and applying the cream to my balls and areas difficult to shave, as well as my face. After completely drying off, we modeled our new pink panties for each other, then I retook the nude photos of Abby.

When I got in to work the next morning, Mamma was already there. I immediately went to her desk and dropped my pants, and showed her my new pink panties. The panties I wore were very sheer, easily showing my dick through the fabric. They were thongs, with lace trim.

Mamma smiled, and said, “Very good! And I see no hair, either, girl! You make a very pretty girl. You've always been a girl anyway, with that pathetic little dick you have.”

I was very embarrassed and humiliated, but I thought to myself “Girl?” Did she just call me a girl? But I didn't react, other than smiling at her and thanking her.

Mamma asked, “Did you make new pics of your wife?”

“Yes, Mamma, I did. She is totally shaved now.”

“Let me see.”

I pulled out my phone and showed her. While she looked, I pulled up my pants. She smiled and nodded, then told me to bring my phone in to Darrell and show him. She opened Darrell's door for me, then closed it after I went in.

I gave Darrell my phone and he pulled up the photos. He remarked about how great they were, and how nice Abby looked, and told me he was very pleased.

I said, “Thank you, Sir. And Abby asked me to pass on to you her thanks for the nice compliments.”

Darrell nodded, and said he was going to send the pictures to himself. He told me once they all came in, he would upload them to his computer, so others could admire Abby too. That shook me up, so I started to object.

“Shut up!” He said, “Take off your pants. Completely off. I want to see your panties.”

I did as he told me, removing my pants, then modeling my new pink panties. He had me turn in a circle in front of him, so he could see my ass, too. Then he motioned me close to him, and as a shock to me, he stuck his hand down the front of my panties and felt my balls.

He said, “Excellent, no hair on your balls, either. Very good, girl.”

Then he reached into a drawer and pulled out a package. He said, “This is called a butt plug. This is lube. Smear some lube on the plug and push it into your ass, girl. You will wear it all day. You can take it out after you get home so your ass doesn't get too sore, but each day you will wear the butt plug until you are totally used to it. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” I said. I pick them up and turned to leave.

“No,” he said. “Insert it here, right now, girl.”

I picked them up and opened the packaging, then applied lube to the plug. I pulled down my pink panties, and pushed the plug up into my ass. It was uncomfortable. I guess the thing was designed to not slip out on its own, as I half way expected the plug to slip out when I leaned way over to pull up my panties, but it stayed snugly in place.

Darrell ask, “How does it feel, girl?”

“It sort of feels like I need to poop, Sir.”

Darrell belly laughed and told me I could put my pants back on and go back to my office.

I spent some time in my office then both Candy and Riley came in. When they sat, I could see that Riley had on very sheer panties, almost like mine. That is when I made a mistake.

I said, “Wow, we have panties almost exactly alike!” My face turned bright red when I realized I had blurted that out.

The girls giggled and insisted that we are compare panties. They wouldn't let up until I dropped my pants and showed them. They expressed how cute I looked, They noticed the butt plug, too.

Candy asked, “Do you know why he made you wear a butt plug?”

I said, “No, but I guess it is just to humiliate me, to make me more subservient.”

Riley said, “That is part of it, but it is more to get your ass used to big black things.” Then she and Candy giggled.

I was totally confused.

Candy asked, “He called you a girl, didn't he?”

I answered, “Yes, he did.”

Candy smiled and said, “Hint, hint.” Then both girls giggled again.

I asked them, “How do you two get by with dressing so, um, revealing? I guess that is the nicest way of putting it.”

Riley answered, “Get by with? No, we are REQUIRED to. It helps business a lot. Why do you think we do such big business with black men? You have seen a lot of guys coming in and going into our offices with the doors closed, right?” Then she smiled.

I decided I better drop that line of questioning before I learned more than I wanted to know.

One of them asked to see the new pictures of Abby, so I dug my phone out and showed them.

As Candy looked, she whistled and said “hot hot hot! If she comes to work here, she will be a lot of competition. Does your wife like pussy too?” She winked at me.

I stammered my response, saying, “She has a job already. Besides, I don't think Abby would ever use sex to get business and earn money. And I don't think she would have sex with other women.”

Riley said, “I like how naive you are. It is so cute.”

Both girls giggled as they left my office.

Before I left the office for the weekend, I stopped in at Darrell's office and told him that I thought I would be ready to handle my first customers on Monday.

Darrell smiled and said, “Good, glad to hear that. And, by the way, I will be coming over for dinner at your house tomorrow night. I'll be bringing a couple friends. Make sure Abby is totally naked, except for six-inch heels and stockings. You will be naked too, except for your pink panties. Good night, girl, and see you at 8:00 tomorrow night. Be ready. No excuses.”

I was totally shocked once again, but dumbly just said, “Yes, Sir.”

When I got home, I stripped down and showed Abby my butt plug. She was mystified too, as to why Darrell would want me to wear that. My ass was a little sore, so Abby helped me pull it out, then I went into the bathroom and washed it clean. I went poop, too. Just felt like an urgent need to do that.

I went back into the living room with Abby, wearing just my pink panties, and sat in a chair facing her. I reminded her of what Darrell has said about her being naked most of the time, and then sprang the shocker on her.

“Darrell and some of his friends are coming over for dinner Saturday night,” I informed her.

“What, are you kidding me,” she exclaimed.

“No,” I said, “And that isn't all. I have to be wearing pink panties and nothing else. And you...and you, well, you have to be naked, except for six-inch heels and stockings.”

Abby's mouth fell open in shock. She stared at me, mouth open, eyes wide open and stammering. Finally, she closed her mouth, and looked away. After a minute, she looked at me again.

“I guess we don't have much choice, do we. After all, we have come this far. We've done everything he ordered us to do so far. We desperately need the money, and he already has those naked pictures of me. Who knows what he will do with those if we back out now. He will probably plaster them all over the internet and fire you, too.”

I nodded in agreement. I was at a loss as to anything we could do other than comply.

“We need to go out,” she said. “I don't have any six-inch heels, and I don't have any stockings that will be good enough. You know, sexy enough.”

“Sexy enough?” I repeated.

“Yes, you know full well that if my heels and stockings are not sexy enough for Darrell and his friends, it will be major trouble. He obviously likes how I look, so we need to take advantage of that. This is new to me, posing naked and getting complements about being hot and all of that. It sort of is exciting, in a way, you know what I mean?”

I nodded in agreement, but not really sure exactly what she did mean. Did it mean she was willing to do ANYTHING simply because he complements her and it is exciting to her? Is this my Abby? Is this my wife agreeing to all this? I was very nervous about it.

We went out and got some fast food for dinner, then went shopping. We spent the last of our money from the advance against the draw buying Abby an incredibly sexy pair of black thigh-high stockings with lacy tops and gorgeous and very sexy heels.

When we got home, Abby modeled them for me. I instantly got hard.

The tops of the stockings ended just below her bald pussy. I never realized just how incredibly sexy and beautiful it would be to have stockings like that complimenting a bald pussy. And the heels, wow! When she walked they made her hips sway with each step. Really sexy!

My dick got even harder inside my pink panties, pushing the fabric out a few inches.. Since I was wearing nothing but the panties, Abby could not help but notice, and smiled big, and giggled.

“I have never felt this sexy before in my life!” she said. “I'm sort of pumped by it.”

She looked at me, and saw I looked somewhat concerned.

“I mean, if you don't mind,” she said.

“Well,” I said, “I'm not sure what you mean about being 'pumped' by it. We can't go overboard with this. We are married, and neither of us have played around with anyone else. But,we have to play along with it up to a point, anyway, so I guess it is just as well you are pumped by it, and feel so sexy about it.” I hung my head down. My hard-on deflated. .

Abby came over and hugged and kissed me, and patted me on my pink pantied ass.

After much worry and trepidation, Saturday night arrived. Abby and I had both freshly showered and shaved, and worked together in the kitchen. We had prepared salads, and for the main course, spaghetti with meat sauce. It was all we could afford. There wasn't a whole lot of ground beef in the meat sauce.

We both sat, nervously waiting for our guests to arrive.

Abby asked me, “What do you think about wearing panties? The ones you are wearing are really cute, pink with white dots. Really cute. I'll have to wear those later on sometime. I liked those sheer ones you wore yesterday, too.”

“Actually,” I said, “The panties feel kind of good, especially against my dick. I kind of like the feel of them. But, I sure don't like wearing panties in front of other people. They will probably think I am gay or something I am not. So I wish that would not happen. I mean, wearing panties in front of Darrell and his friends and his mamma.”

She asked, “Is the butt plug feeling okay?”

I just nodded yes.

A little before 8:00, we heard car doors, then the doorbell rang. I hung back, embarrassed at wearing pink panties in front of Darrell's friends.

Abby quickly bounced over to the door and opened it, her large naked breasts bouncing with the effort. Darrell was the first one in, followed by three other black men.

As a greeting, Darrell pulled Abby to him and kissed her on her lips, deeply, long. One of his hands slipped from her waist up to her breasts, and massaged them. I was shocked to see this happening right in front of my eyes, and then got even more shocked when Abby shivered. It was almost like she was enjoying the long, deep kiss and him fondling her breasts. She had never shivered when I had kissed her. Jealousy started to rise up big time.

Finally Darrell broke it off. Abby's face was flushed as he introduce the three other men to her. Each of them kissed her hard, and squeezed a tit or her ass, and one of them even felt her smooth pussy. I was so jealous, I didn't know how to contain myself.

One of the men pointed at me and said, “Cute panties, girl!”

I said, “Thank you, Sir.” I was afraid to say anything else, or to protest how they handled Abby.

Darrell was carrying a couple of bags. He gave me one, and told me to put on the stuff that was in the bag. I took it and opened it up.

In the bag was a little short white skirt. I mean really little. And there was a pair of white thigh-high stocking, and then a striped top that was so short it looked like it would just barely cover my nipples.. The stripes on the top were hot pink. Then I pulled out a long haired wig. Then I found a padded bra. Finally, a tube of hot pink lipstick. I was shaken.

I said to Darrell, “You want me to put all this stuff on?”

He just gave me a cruel look, like it was saying, “What the fuck did I tell you.” That was the message his look gave to me. So I took the bag and started heading to the bedroom.

“NO!” He yelled out. “Put it on right here!”

I turned around, and sat. I nervously put the bra on, then the striped top on. Next, I put on the wig. Then I pulled on the white thigh-high stockings. Then I stood and stepped into the tiny white skirt, and pulled it up. I started to apply the lipstick, but had difficulty, so my naked wife stepped over to apply the lipstick for me. She had me pout, then smack my lips together, like she does.

She stepped back and admired me, then said, “I really like it! You look so pretty! Wow! You make such a good looking girl!”

I was embarrassed by that, but also sort of pleased. Well, not “pleased” but rather just pleased that I could pull it off without looking like an ugly guy in drag..

I said, “Thank you, Abby.”

The black men around me, who were watching carefully, applauded. One of them came over and patted me on my ass, under the skirt, and he told me that he agreed, I was a very pretty girl. I blushed, embarrassed.

Darrell had me pose so he could take pictures. I was sure it would be used as blackmail if I don't do what he says.

They were all also carrying bottles of wine and six packs of beer, so I was given the task of taking the stuff into the kitchen and then serving them the beer and wine. By the time I got back from the kitchen, Darrell and the three other men all had their clothes off.

Darrell was chocolate brown and athletic looking, and his cock was amazing, much larger than mine. In fact all of their cocks were much larger. Two of the others were chocolate brown like Darrell, but one was so black that his skin looked as black as coal, but shinny. He had the biggest cock, too. His cock I guessed, was probably at least 10 or 11 inches and pretty thick. I felt kind of ashamed of my dick. I knew before that my dick was not big, but looking at those black cocks, wow! They just put mine to shame. I was so embarrassed.

I found myself staring at the huge cock of the blackest man, which Darrell noticed. He said to me, “Hey Princess, you liking the looks of that black cock?” And he laughed.

The others laughed as well. I escaped by running into the kitchen, using the excuse of checking on dinner.

When I got back to the living room, the blackest man and taken a seat, and had pulled Abby down on his lap. He was kissing her hard. Then I noticed he had his hand wedged between her legs. He was obviously massaging her pussy. My face went beet red.

Darrell told me to come over and stand in front of him. He was seated on the couch. He pulled my panties down to my knees, showing everybody my small dick, then made me compare my dick to the cocks of all of the black men. My face got red again.. All of their cocks were so much bigger. They all laughed again. I noticed even Abby was caught up with it, smiling at the comparison. My shame turned all the deeper.

I ran back into the kitchen, escaping just to catch my breath and to recover from my shame and embarrassment a little bit. I finished up with the pasta, then announced to them all that dinner was ready.

The blackest man picked Abby up like she weighed almost nothing, and carried her over to a chair, then positioned himself right next to her. All the others sat down at the table, and I started to sit, after putting the salad bowl and pasta on the table.

Darrell stopped me and said, “No, Princess. You serve us. You either eat in the kitchen or eat after we do.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, then began to put salad and pasta and pasta sauce on each of their plates. I wasn't about to go into the kitchen to eat, leaving Abby alone with them, so I stayed hovering around the table, watching Abby and serving wine and beer and adding more pasta on their plates.

The guy who had carried Abby over, after each bite of food, leaned over and sucked on one of Abby's nipples. Sometimes, he would also add a deep kiss, or put his hand between her legs. I noticed that Abby spread her legs farther apart to make it easier for him, and he didn't even have to ask her to do that. She just did it on her own. I got so jealous, and was upset. I didn't dare say anything though.

After dinner and back in the living room, Darrell decided to pay a little more attention to me. I suspect he saw that I was upset and needed to either teach me a lesson or divert my attention from my feelings.

“Would you all believe,” Darrell said, “That when Princess here was in school, he used to suck off a black boy on a regular basis, for several years? He liked it so much, he would swallow, too. Isn't that right, Princess?”

Oh My God I was so mortified, so embarrassed. I could feel my face going full-on beet red.

“Answer me, Princess,” said Darrell.

I didn't know how to answer, so I just quickly lowered my head and said quietly, “Yes, Sir.”

“Why don't you show these men just how well you suck black cock, Princess?”

One of the black men, the one who said I was such a cute girl and patted me on my ass, rose up and stood before me. He pushed me down to my knees, then rubbed his cock, which was huge and hard, against my mouth until I opened up.

He jammed his cock into my mouth, and I tried my best to suck him. My eyes were closed as I gave him the best blow job I knew how, sucking and licking his cock. Tears flooded my eyes and ran down my cheeks.

“Oh look,” said one of the men, “Princess loves it so much she is crying with happiness.”

Everybody laughed. I even heard Abby giggle. I felt humiliated.

I needed to get this over with, so I sucked as hard as I could, hoping to get him to cum quickly. It didn't work. No matter my effort, it took what seemed like an eternity, with a black cock in my mouth, for him to cum. I knew it was only about 15 minutes or so, but my jaw and tongue were getting so tired.

As he started to cum, Darrell said, “You better swallow, Princess.”

I swallowed. But he came so much it was hard getting it all down. Some leaked out and ran down my chin. When the guy pulled out of my mouth, he wiped his black cock all over my face, getting cum on my nose and around my eyes.

I looked over at Darrell, and he gave me a thumbs up, then told me to eat the cum on my chin. I used my finger to scoop it up into my mouth.

I then looked over at Abby. She was sitting on the lap of that darkest black man. Her eyes were partially closed, and her face was filled with lust and desire. The guys black cock was buried deep into Abby's pussy, and his black hands were squeezing my wife's tits. I was floored with shock.

While he was jacking his hips up and down to drive his cock into her, she was also moving her hips, enhancing the feeling of his cock in her. She began moaning, her breath quickening.

I couldn't believe it. My wife, my Abby, my soul mate, was fucking another guy right in front of me, and she was enjoying it. Tears started forming again as I watched. I was an emotional wreck.

Suddenly, Abby started shivering and shuddering, and she went into a gigantic orgasm. I had never seen her orgasm like that, ever. Not once. Never. I realized at that point that I was totally inadequate. First of all, my dick was small. Second, it was not nearly as thick as these black men's cocks. And third, I guess I just did not have the technique these guys had. And fourth, there must just be something about the cock being BLACK that was such a turn-on for her. I lowered my head. I had lost on all counts. Yes, I had love in my corner, so I felt confident, sort of, that she would not leave me, as she loved me, and I certainly loved her.

I felt embarrassed and humiliated that my own wife was having sex with another man, and that she was doing it publicly, in front of other people. Then I felt embarrassed that I had never been able to get her to orgasm like that in my life. It made me feel so inadequate, so inept at making love to my own wife, so useless. I hung my head in shame.

When Abby finished with her orgasm, that huge black cock was still pummeling her pussy, and she was still feeling it. She opened her eyes a fraction and saw me looking at her. She smiled at me, and mouthed, “I'm sorry.”

I nodded at her, and ****** a smile that I was not feeling. She smiled again at me, then closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation she was getting in her pussy, and I am sure, in her tits, as the guy kept squeezing her tits over and over.

I looked down, dejected and depressed. I was wondering how I was going to deal with this. And I was wondering what would come next.

My wife suddenly screamed out in another amazing orgasm. I had never in my life heard her screaming in orgasm before. Hearing that, despite my not trying to, my dick started to get hard. Even that embarrassed me, but I couldn't help it, knowing Abby was having an incredible orgasm. As I looked, she shuddered repeatedly, then lapsed into loud moaning sounds.

Her black lover started cumming, probably in reaction to the astonishing orgasm he was giving my wife. I could see cum dripping out of her, sliding down the black shaft of his cock. She shuddered repeatedly.

As they were finishing up cumming, my boss, Darrell, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and pulled me over so my face was right at my wife's pussy. My nose was so close it was actually touching the black shaft as he jammed his cock into my wife.

“As soon as they are done, clean her pussy and his cock like the good little girl you are, Princess.”

As the last of his cum shot into Abby, his cock slipped out. I got some of his cum in my eyes, but I ignored it, and immediately started my cleaning duty. I licked up the cum from Abby's wet pussy, and ran my tongue up and down the cummy black cock, sometimes slipping his cock into my mouth to suck up the cum that was still draining. I needed to make sure that Darrell saw I was doing a very good job.

Somebody picked Abby up and put her down on her hands and knees on the floor, then got behind her and jammed his black cock into Abby's very wet and well lubricated pussy. His hands were on her hips, rocking her back and forth as he jammed hard into her pussy. One of the other guys knelt in front of her, pulling her head up by her hair, and pushed his black cock between her lips.

She began sucking his cock like a banshee, like she was born and raised to be a black cock sucker. I watched in amazement. I had never seen anything like this before. My wife's large tits swayed beneath her with each inward pounding that came from behind her. It was an incredible sight. A black cock in her mouth and another dogging her from behind. Again, try as I might to keep it from happening, my dick got hard inside my panties. I wanted to cum. I felt like I really needed to.

Abby sucked that black cock in her mouth extremely hard. I didn't know where she learned to suck cock so well. She had sucked me off sometimes, but never with the enthusiasm and force she was showing with that black cock. It was like she was possessed.

After several minutes, the guy in her mouth began to pump his cum down her throat. That was another amazing thing. With me, she ALWAYS spit my cum out. With him she swallowed every bit she could. True some leaked out of her mouth, but it was nearly impossible to swallow it all, as much as there was.

While I was very embarrassed at my own apparent failings in what I now saw as not satisfying my wife sexually, and while I was very jealous, I also found myself getting very proud of my wife. She was obviously extremely desirable to these black men, and very accomplished at satisfying them.

Abby swallowed all the cum she could. The black guy pulled his cock out of her mouth. Before Darrell could grab me by the neck again, I rushed over and licked the cum from her lips. While doing that, my wife started shuddering, having another orgasm, followed by him cumming into her pussy. When he was done, he slapped her naked ass hard, then pulled out. I rushed behind her and ate the dripping cum from her pussy, and cleaned her as well as I could, then paid attention to his dripping cock.

Abby was exhausted. She dropped flat on the floor, then rolled onto her back, pulling her knees up, feet on the floor, knees wide apart. Her pussy gaped open a bit from the effects, I guess, of the huge black cocks that were inside her. It was the first time I had ever seen INSIDE her pussy like that. I was fascinated.

Darrell grabbed me by the front of my panties, yanking on my dick.

“Go out to my car, Princess,” he said, “and get the bag in the back seat and bring it in.”

I responded, “Yes, Sir.” and ran out the door, my little white skirt flipping up, fully ******** my pink panties. I leaned way into the back seat of the car to retrieve the bag. Behind me, I heard a whistle.

I quickly backed out and straightened and turned to face where the whistle had come from. Oh my fucking god, it was a couple from up the street out walking their dog.

She said, “Hi Lyle. What a cute little outfit. Mind if I borrow it some day?” Then they both laughed.

I was mortified. I wanted to sink into the ground and pull the dirt over me and never be seen in public again. I wanted to die. The only response I could think of was something so stupid I couldn't believe I said it.

I said, “Sure.”

If I had a gun, I would have shot myself in the head right then and there. STUPID! Word would spread all over the neighborhood now. The couple just stood there, big smiles on their faces, trying to hold back on their laughs. I quickly turned and leaned into the car and got the bag, ready to run into the house.

The woman said, “Love your panties. Nice and pink with those pretty white dots. I'll have to look for a pair just like them. Where did you get them? They go so well with your little tiny skirt.”

She had a huge smile on her face. It was a shit eating grin. If I had that gun, I might have shot her, too, just for that grin. The bitch. I turned and ran back into the house, the echos of their laughs still in my ears. Once inside, I covered my face with my hands, so embarrassed. I know I had tears. That was even more humiliating than anything else that had happened to me since working for Darrell.

After recovering a bit, I stepped into the living room and started handing the bag to Darrell.

“No, Princess. It is for you,” he said.

I reached into the bag and pulled out a strap-on with a black dildo attached. I looked at Darrell, and stated as bravely as I could, “Thank you, Sir.”

He said, “Your welcome, girl.”

Then he turned to Abby and said, “It is your choice. You can put on the strap-on and fuck her boy pussy, or you can have a real black cock fuck her boy pussy. Which do you want?”

On my god, I thought! How bad and humiliating can this night get?

It took Abby just a second to decide. “I'm pretty exhausted,” she said. “Besides, she should have a real black cock, I think. I think she would enjoy it more.”

I couldn't believe that my wife was calling me a “she” too.

One of Darrell's guests then got up and pulled me to the center of the room, and pushed me down to all fours. My little white skirt was so short he didn't need to flip it up to ****** my ass. He pulled my pink panties down just enough to uncover my asshole. He pulled my butt plug out and threw it over into a corner. The dildo had come with some lube, so he put some lube on his cock, then slowly pushed his cock into my asshole. I hoped that couple outside were not looking in the windows at this, I thought.

It hurt, even with the lube. Darrell told me not to squeeze, which is what I was doing, but to push out gently, as it will go better. I tried that, and it did work.

As the black cock started to slowly push in and out of my ass, I looked over at my wife. She had gone over and sat on Darrell's lap, and voluntarily took his cock in her hand, and inserted it into her pussy. I was really surprised at that. REALLY surprised.

As the cock in my ass began to rock me, it actually started to feel kind of good. I was trying to watch Abby, but lost my concentration as arousal started to take hold. I tried to keep from getting an erection, but to no avail. I got a hard-on.

I stole a quick look at Abby, and saw Darrell's black hands on her big white tits, and his cock deep in her. Then my concentration got diverted again, as I started getting really hot. Clinically, I guess my prostate was getting really nicely massaged, but at the time, all I could think about was how good it felt. Then I felt totally ashamed at how good it did feel.

After another minute, I started breathing really hard, then I busted my nut, cumming hard. I got cum all over my panties and on the floor.

Abby must have been aware enough that she started applauding and saying “Good girl, Princess!”

I smiled at her.

After several more minutes of having a black cock jamming my ass really hard, I started getting pretty sore. My asshole obviously wasn't used to it. Then the guy started shuddering, and he came hard inside my ass.

After he came and pulled out, he made me turn around and clean off his cock. I could smell and taste my ass on his cock. But I did it. I knew as soon as they left, I would brush my teeth and use a whole bottle of mouth wash.

Darrell came inside Abby's pussy and she came at just about the same time. It was a fairly mild orgasm for her, as she had cum already so many times and so hard. But, since she had applauded me, I returned the favor and applauded her, then went over to clean up her pussy and Darrell's cock.

As I cleaned, my panties were still down, ******** my asshole. When I finally got done cleaning, I stood up and pulled my panties up.

Darrell then said, “Okay, you Abby, and you, Princess, need to stand side by side and put your right hands over your heart and raise your left hand, in an oath.”

I stood beside Abby and did as instructed, confused about what oath.

“Repeat after me,” he said. With each sentence that he said, we repeated it in unison.

“From this day forward, I will dedicate myself solely to the enjoyment of black cocks and black men. I will worship black cocks as a religion. I will get no satisfaction from any cocks other than black cocks. My duty is to serve and sexually satisfy black men and their black cocks. I make this dedication as an oath that I cannot violate, not even with my own spouse, and if I do, I acknowledge that I will be severely punished. So help me God.”

Abby was all smiles. I was bewildered. I guess taking this oath meant that I would never get to have sex with my wife again, and that I would be dedicated to black cocks only for myself, as would my wife. Wow.

“Okay, now lets take a vote,” Darrell said. “First, Princess here looks so good as a girl, should we require her to come to work dressed as a girl, as she is now? Raise your hand if you say yes, and keep your hand down if you vote no.”

I kept my hand down, but everybody else, and I do mean everybody, including Abby, raised their hands. Abby actually raised both of her hands, I guess to emphasize her emphatic vote yes. Once she saw that everybody else had their hand up, she applauded.

“Okay, Princes, from now on, you will come in to work dressed fully as a female, but not just as a female, but a slutty one. On Monday you will come in wearing the exact same thing you have on now, except, of course, be wearing fresh panties.”

Abby giggled, and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled at her, but believe me, it was really an uncertain smile.

Abby said, “We will have to get you more really sexy outfits, won't we, sweetie?”

I just nodded.

Darrell spoke sternly, “Address her properly, Princess.”

I looked at Abby, “Yes, Ma'am.”

Abby giggled.

“Now, the second thing,” Darrell said, “We need a name for our new girl. We can't call her 'Lyle' any more. Nominations are in order.”

One of the guys piped up with “Slut” and everybody laughed. Except for me.

Somebody suggested Cherry. Another suggest Prissy. Pussyboi was another idea. Minx was brought up. Finally Abby suggested a variation of my name, and said, “Lillie.”

“Okay,” said Darrell, “for now, we will call her 'Lillie'. But that is subject to change later. And she will be referred to strictly as a female, as that is what she has become tonight.”

Abby got fucked a couple more times. I sucked another cock off, swallowing his cum, of course, and got another black cock in my sore asshole. This time I did not cum.

When things wrapped up and the other guys got dressed and went out to the car, Darrell stayed behind a few minutes. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. He counted out $400 and gave it to Abby.

He said, “This is your share of what they have paid in order to fuck you.” Then he smiled.

Abby said, “What? You mean I am a *****?”

“No,” said Darrell. “You and Lillie both are black cock whores.”

Abby laughed and said, “Okay, just wanted to clear that up!” And she laughed again.

I was exhausted and sore, but Abby was even more exhausted and sore. In bed after Darrell left, I helped her apply some soothing lotion to her body and her pussy lips. I figured I could touch her pussy as long as it was not done in a sexual way. However, Abby said that her clit was really sore from all the rubbing.

“I think you better apply the lotion to your own clit,” I told Abby. “I don't think it is appropriate for me to be touching my wife's clit any more, based on the oath that we took.”

She laughed, and applied the lotion to her sore clit while I applied lotion to her sore nipples. Her tits got a heavy workout, too. They really seemed to love her tits, and they played with and sucked on her nipples a lot.

Abby fell asleep almost immediately after I turned off the lights. I fell asleep quickly too, but then had nightmares. One nightmare was about me being outside in slutty girl clothes, with all the neighbors gathered around me, pointing at me and laughing. Then I had another nightmare that involved me violating the oath, and Darrell beating my ass bloody and cutting off my dick.

We slept late. I woke up just as Abby was stirring. I got up and made breakfast, then brought it into the bedroom and served her breakfast in bed. She was very pleased. As she ate, she sat up in bed, the covers only reaching up to her waist. Her full tits were *******. I got hard just looking at them, and wanting to touch them, but then I thought of that nightmare about Darrell beating me and cutting off my dick, and my erection immediately went down.

“How are you feeling this morning,” I asked.

“I feel really good,” she said. “The soreness seems to be gone and I just feel so incredibly relaxed, really good.” She smiled at me.

I looked at her and said, “Well, you had so many orgasms last night I lost count of them. It was like you were making up for lost time.”

That made me start to think again about how inadequate I must have been all this time.

“I am so sorry I have been so inadequate as a man that I could not satisfy you. I didn't realize it until last night, but I realize it now,” I told her. Tears started streaming down my face, and I started sobbing.

She put the plate aside, and pulled my head down to her chest, one nipple actually sticking in my ear. She stroked my head, and said, “It's okay, baby. Just remember that I love you no matter what. While having sex cannot happen between us, I love you as much as ever. Don't forget that.”

Between sobs, I said, “I love you too. I support you fully now that I understand. I want you to have thousands of orgasms like you had last night. I recognize that I am no longer a man, and that my fate is sealed. I'll comply fully.”

After a few minutes, I sat up, wiping the tears away. I asked her, “How do you feel about the oath we took?”

“I guess I am okay with it. How about you?”

“I have no choice, I have to be okay with it, so I accept it. But how do you feel about not just that, but about getting paid for sex with black men?”

“Well, that was a shock,” she said. “Probably if I had known about that before hand, I would have refused, but in retrospect, I guess it is fine. I mean, I had a lot of fun, and to get paid for it at the same time just seems like, I don't know, I guess appropriate. Like it is supposed to be that way. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I think I do,” I said. But I didn't. But I would not object.

“Hey,” she said, “I have to admit something. After seeing you in the wig and the girl clothes last night, I think you make a much better girl than you ever did as a man. You looked so pretty, like you have been a gorgeous girl all your life. You have always had girl features.”

I looked at her, not sure how to take that, but I said, “Yeah, I guess you're right. Now I suspect I have had low testosterone levels all my life. I've never had that much body or face hair, know what I mean? I guess now all I have to do is grow tits to make me look like a real girl.”

She laughed and hugged me. “That would really be cool, if you did grow tits. We'll have to find out how you can do that.”

I had joked when I said that, but Abby thought I was serious. Wow. I smiled and gave her a kiss on her cheek.

“Yeah,” I said, “We will have to find that out, for sure.”

Secretly, though, that really had blown me away. I wasn't expecting a serious response to that joke. I had accepted the oath and making myself available to black men, and I had accepted the fact that my wife was black cock only, actually, a black cock slut, but could I accept going so far as to growing tits? I truly didn't know. I imagined myself with tits. Probably not as big as Abby's, but still. Tits!

Sunday, while my asshole and jaw recovered, and Abby's pussy recovered from the massive pounding it took, we took Abby's ***** money and went out shopping. We went grocery shopping, of course, but went to some places to buy slutty clothing. Whatever would fit Abby would also fit me, so we just pretended to the store clerks like it was all for her. But for the tops to fit me, I would have to wear that padded bra, of course.

To get some really slutty ***** stuff, we had to go to some adult stores that also sell extremely slutty clothing and nighties. We also ordered a few things on-line.

Even though I was in “man” clothes while we shopped, Abby called me Lillie, even in front of store clerks, which caused them to look at me funny.

Sunday night, Darrell called and told Abby that a couple guyIns were coming over to fuck her, and that he had already collected the money and would giver her share to her on Monday. He told her they were close friends of his, so treat them right.

When they arrived, I opened the door. I was dressed in extremely slutty girly clothes with the wig and make-up, and Abby had a sheer nightie on, with a sheer pair of panties and no bra. She greeted them with big hugs, her big tits pressing against them. That obviously aroused them, as I could see bulges starting to form in their pants.

One of the guys picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The other black guy and me followed. He laid my wife down on our marital bed and slid her sheer panties off, then knelt down and ate her pussy. Abby squired in pleasure. The other black guy undid her nighty and started sucking on her tits. My wife squirmed more, and started moaning. I was standing beside the bed, watching. Abby opened her eyes and looked over at me, and smiled. I smiled back and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled bigger.

I found myself getting hard as I watched the black head between my wife's legs, eating her pussy, and another black head sucking on her nipples, and massaging her big white tits with his black hands. I wanted to jack off while watching, but I didn't think that would be allowed..

Abby was really writhing and moaning, and totally gave herself over to the intense pleasure she was feeling.

The guy eating her rose up and stripped his clothes off. He told me, “Guide my cock into your wife's cunt, girl. Darrell said I should make you do that.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, and immediately took his cock in my hand as he settled his body between her legs. To get his cock into her pussy smoothly, I had to spread my wife's pussy lips apart with my other hand. I hoped that was not a violation of any kind.

He slowly pumped his cock into her, getting her well lubricated before he really started going at it. In the meantime, the other guy had stripped and was rubbing his big black cock all over Abby's face. When he would get his cock near her mouth, she would open her mouth and lick the tip of his cock.

The guy fucking my wife's pussy really rocked her. He was fucking her hard, bouncing her all over the bed. He had to drag her back a couple times. I had a hard time, actually, taking my eyes off his black ass, going up and down so fast and hard, fucking my wife. He had a beautiful ass. Really firm and athletic and round. I had to admit, it looked really good fucking my wife.

Abby started moaning loudly, then shuddered, and started screaming out. Most was unintelligible, but something I did catch was “God don't stop fucking me. Fuck me hard!”

He started cumming then, has ass driving his black cock deep into Abby's white pussy. He shivered and made soft noises. When he was done, he laid on top of her, and laughed.

“Wow,” he said, “Darrell told me you were a screamer. He sure the fuck was right. Your cunt is so nice and tight, too.”

He made me clean his cock off, then I devoted my attention to cleaning Abby's pussy, eating all of the cum that I could. The other guy pulled me away, getting impatient. He pushed Abby's knees up to her chest, then kneeled on the bed and pushed his black cock into my wife's white pussy. He fucked her like that for awhile, then he released her legs and laid on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, ridding with him as he pumped her. My dick was hard, watching it.

The first guy grabbed me by the arm and told me to eat his asshole. The thing I feared the most was word getting back to Darrell that I wasn't cooperative.

I got behind him and got on my knees. I spread his ass cheeks apart with my hands, and buried my face in his crack. I licked his asshole and pushed my tongue inside as far as I could go. It was by far not the most pleasant thing I had ever done, but the guy seemed to be enjoying it. I cupped his balls with one hand and played with them as I ate his asshole, then I reached for his cock, which was limp but still large, and started to jack him off.

His cock got hard as I ate ass and jacked him. Finally he turned around and pushed his now hard black cock through my lipsticked lips. I sucked him for all I was worth. I wanted him to report back to Darrell about what a good girl I was. I pushed a finger up into his asshole, and that really got him going. He came in my mouth, a heavy load, even though less than a half hour before he spewed a lot of cum into my wife's pussy. I managed to swallow every bit of it, then spent some time cleaning his cock, running my tongue down his shaft and all around his big balls.

After they left, I pondered about what would happen Monday, with me dressing as a girl, no, not just a girl, but as a slut. I had more nightmares.