MY GIRLFRIEND WENT BLACK by Throne (Patreon)

MY GIRLFRIEND WENT BLACK by Throne

Amilee was the perfect match for me. We were both studious and shy, short and sexually conservative. After months of dating, without doing more than kissing and hugging, we decided to move on to trying intercourse. I was always proud when I went out with her. My girlfriend's long dark hair, sweet face, and shapely body inevitably attracted male attention. Mostly, guys would ogle her big bust, which was large for a girl with her build. I mean, really large. She dressed to minimize it but there was only so much she could do. I knew other young men were jealous when they saw me with her. Even so, it did bother me to read the lust in their expressions. When we had sex for the first time, it was marvelous for me. She was so tender and quiet during the act, so romantic. I had such a powerful finish that I had to choke back my voice. She, on the other hand, didn't have an orgasm, as far as I could tell. I considered that it might be because my penis is slightly less than average in size. To be honest, it's very small. But then I told myself that she probably was just too reserved to let herself go.

Shortly after that, she moved into my modest apartment. We would go to movies that could be called chick flicks and sometimes read poetry to each other. I was especially fond of reciting Shakespeare's sonnets. Everything was going splendidly until she took a part-time job doing computer support and related work for a gym, managing their mailing lists and such. A few days after she started, she mentioned one of the men who worked there as a trainer and was a part-owner. His name was Case and at first, she sounded put off by him. Amilee didn't like how forward

he was and the way he got overly friendly with the female members. During the weeks that followed, however, her attitude toward him softened. Her perception of his behavior changed from seeing it as aggressive to merely assertive, and then as manly. Her frequent mentions of him disturbed me, but I told myself it was something that would soon lose its fascination.

I was wrong, wrong, wrong. Amilee began to change. She wore more make-up. Her clothes no longer downplayed her sizable breasts. Instead of increasing with her more enticing look, our sex life diminished. The penetrative stage that we had reached was replaced with occasional masturbation from her. She began to spend extra hours at the gym, saying that she had started a new membership drive for them, which was yielding great results. Incidentally, she added, Case was very happy about that. Along with those troubling developments, she wanted me to provide her with oral sex. I thought I had made it clear that I considered that act unnatural and personally repugnant. She apparently hadn't gotten the message, and made me feel guilty that I wouldn't do it for her. Once I gave in and started to comply with her wishes, instead of reciprocating in kind, she not only continued to substitute hand jobs for intercourse, but gave me less of those while demanding more of my mouth on her pussy.

I asked her, "Are you supposed to taste that way? Should you be so... creamy... down there?"

She pointed out, "You've never done it before, so what do you have to compare it to? Hmmm?"

I gave in right away. After all, I was deeply in love with Amilee. Maintaining our relationship on a steady keel was more important to me than questioning her.

One night, she didn't come home at all. I tried repeatedly to call her, but she didn't answer her phone. When I questioned her about it the next day, after she reappeared visibly tired but also strangely content, she merely told me that she had been out with some female friends from her workplace, had too much to drink, and nodded off at the home of one of them. I began to lose sleep over the alterations in her personality and habits. I even thought of calling that television show, CHEATED ON, to have their detectives follow her with their video cameras and find out if she was doing anything inappropriate. That idea didn't last long. Of course, she couldn't be committing some dereliction of fidelity. What was I thinking? Not my serious, loving, and attentive girlfriend. Except that she had turned frivolous, distant and neglectful. At times, it felt like all I was in our relationship for was to lick her to repeated orgasms, while being given little in return.

Everything came to a head one evening. She was wearing a tank top with nothing under it, so that her breasts jiggled every time she moved, and were exposed on the sides. She had me sit in the living room of the apartment we shared, on the sofa, with her alongside me. Amilee put her hand on my thigh.

She said, "Something has happened, Jordie. We have to rethink our relationship."

It was as if I had just had a gallon of ice water pumped into my stomach. What was she talking about?

I told her, "I was thinking of taking our relationship to the next level, darling."

She gave me a puppy-pat on the head and said, "That's very sweet, but this isn't the time for it. What's happened is that I've become friends with Case at the gym. More than friends, really. We've entered into a physical union." She looked at me with something like pity. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I stammered out that I wasn't sure. "Do you mean like going out for coffee?"

My girlfriend smiled tolerantly. "No. What I mean is that we've been going to bed together." Her eyebrows went up and she waited for my response.

"I don't believe you," I said, unable to accept what she had said.

Amilee sighed. She took out her phoned and turned it on. The next thing I knew, I was seeing a picture of her standing alongside someone I knew must be Case. He was tall, with a weightlifter's upper body, shown off by a muscle shirt, and he was Black. His hair was short and he was cleanshaven. And he was Black. I had to tell myself that fact twice. What was happening? Was that the girl to who I was devoted, with her head tilted so she could gaze up worshipfully at the athletic male? I had envisioned a life together for us. Now it was like everything was coming crashing down.

She told me matter-of-factly, "You can make a decision, Jordie. If you want to, walk out of here and don't come back. I mean, you can stop around to pick up your stuff. Or..."

That word hung in the air between us. I held out my hands to her but she didn't take them.

In a strangled voice I said, "Amilee."

She rolled her eyes and finished the sentence with, "Or you can stay and see what develops."

"But why do you want to be with him?"
"Well," she said with a smile, "he's an incredible lover." "I'm your lover," I said defensively.

"You were, Jordie. I hadn't been with anyone else before you. Since I've done it with Case, I can see that there's no comparison. He's so confident and knows what he's doing. Case isn't timid like you. And I don't want to hurt you by saying this, but what he's got you can't come close to matching."

"How do you mean?"

"Honestly? You don't get it?" She shook her head. "He's hung like a horse, dear. When you're inside me, I hardly feel anything. With him, it's like I'm being possessed, owned, filled and fulfilled. It's an entirely different experience, and about a thousand percent better." When I just stared at her in shock, she explained, "Your

sad little dick is like a finger, and his cock is like..." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "... the biggest sausage hanging in a butcher shop."

"But... I mean... if we tried something else..."

"We have. You getting your head between my thighs and using your lips and tongue. It's not as wonderful as being taken by Case, but I like it in a different way. Oh, and that creaminess you wondered about is his semen. He fills me up with huge loads and after the first couple of times, I stopped bothering to clean them out. In fact, it kind of tickled me that I came home and you ate them. I mean, that sort of defines where the three of us are in relation to each other currently. So, like I was saying, you can learn to live with it, or you can go away."

I was shaken to my core. How could I leave Amilee? She was everything to me. An idea popped into my head. This had to be some temporary aberration on her part. She would get over it, apologize to me, and we could resume the lifepath that we had been on. Wedding bells would ring eventually. My future wife would owe me a debt of faithfulness and honesty.

I put my pride aside and told her, "I won't leave you."

"For real?" She eyed me skeptically. "Whatever. It's your call. But if you hang around, it has to be on my terms. For starters, if I want to stay overnight at Case's place, I don't want to hear a lot of whining about it. Understood?"

That seemed unacceptable, but there was no alternative. I had to bide my time. For a few seconds I closed my eyes.

Then I assured her, "Whatever you say."

She smirked at me. "Don't forget that you said that. Right now, I'm going to call Case. I'll put my phone on speaker so you can hear what we say."

As much as I wanted to negotiate, that wasn't when I should do it. Instead, I folded my hands on my lap and waited. She made the call and he picked up right away.

"Hey, babe," she said sweetly. "How's that superhero cock of yours hanging?"

He laughed. "It's hanging fine, bitch. Did you have the talk with your weakling boyfriend?"

"Yes. I told him what the deal was and he said he's going to stay with me."

"So be it. But how about the other part?"

"Oh, right. You don't want him to look too much like a man, because that would be an insult to you, while we're seeing each other."

"That's the rule."

"I got him something to wear, so he won't forget his new role." She chuckled. "I can make him put it on and then send you a picture."

"That'd be good. And then show him those selfies you took the last time we got busy."

"You don't think that will be too much for the little guy?"

"Nah. It's like one of them shock treatments. It'll put him in his place. I know he won't be able to unsee those shots after you show them to him."

"You're the boss," she said agreeably. "I'll be thinking about you while I'm getting him in line with the way it's going to be."

"Sure thing. And girl?"
"Yes?"
"Think of me when your clothes are off." She giggled. "You're so bad, Case." "That's why you like me." "That's why I love you."
"Along with my big rod."
She purred, "You know that's true."

They bantered back and forth some more and then ended the call. She told me to go into the bedroom and bring back a shopping bag I'd find in the bottom of her closet, but not to peek inside. I again told myself to be patient with her and did as I was told. She reached into the bag and took out some piece of clothing that was covered with polka dots in lots of bright colors, on a pink background. When she held it up, I realized it was one-piece pajamas, complete with attached feet and mittens. It was something a child would wear, except that it was in an adult size. She unzipped the back and handed it to me.

"You have to strip first," she pointed out, as if talking to a preteen with comprehension issues.

"Oh. Okay. I'll just go into the bathroom and..."

"You'll do no such thing," she snapped, with unfamiliar authority. "Undress in front of me. There's nothing I haven't seen before. When I see that party wiener that you have instead of a full-size penis, I'll try not to laugh, but I can't promise that I'll be able to hold it in."

"You never complained when we were, you know, doing it."

"Again, that was because I didn't know any better. Which reminds me, since I neglected to mention it, you won't be dipping your finger-dick into my honeypot from now on. That's reserved for Case."

"You can't mean that."

"Yes, I can. And if you keep giving me backtalk like that, I might cut off your hand jobs. So, watch your mouth, Jordie."

I felt my lips quivering. It took an effort not to break down and cry. I managed to shakily say, "Yes, dear."

She watched me critically as I got naked. Amilee decided, "We'll have to get rid of that little patch of pubic fuzz over your puny pecker. And what's growing under your arms, though there's not much of it."

"Why?"

"Case's orders. He doesn't want you having delusions of masculinity. But for right now, get into your clown PJs."

My legs went in, I pulled the front up, and followed with my arms. Amilee helpfully zipped it up in back. I felt her doing something below my waist and then my bottom was uncovered.

She explained, "There's a trapdoor, with two buttons, so you don't have to take them off to go potty. Let's leave it open for the time being." She gave my buttock a playful pinch. "I want easy access to your buns, in case I need to swat them, if you misbehave."

Why did she have to talk to me as if I was a youngster? I stood there fuming silently. She told me to stop pouting, which I hadn't known I was doing. Amilee reached to the bottom of the bag and came out with a cap that matched the humiliating sleepwear. She fitted it over my hair and fastened it under my chin with an elastic

strap. Taking me by the wrist, she walked me to the front door, where there was a full-length mirror mounted, so we could check ourselves before leaving. I got an eyeful of myself in those shameful pajamas. She had me turn around and check back over my shoulder, which let me see my exposed rear end.

"How are you doing, Jordie?" she wanted to know. "I don't like this," I told her honestly.

"Well, isn't that sad?" She sneered at me. "I guess you need one more reminder about who's who and what's what in the new order of things. Let's head back to the bedroom, where you can use your mouth in the same place Case shoves his kingsize cock."

Hearing that, I gagged. She reminded me that I'd already been consuming his ejaculate, adding that there might still be some up inside her that would find its way to my mouth. I lowered my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself, before shuffling along behind her. My gaze locked onto her rolling rump. Standing by the bed, she put her hands under her breasts, which strained at her pullover top. They were so inviting without a bra. Amilee jogged her boobs up and down on her palms.

She pointed out, "These won't be for you to play with anymore. And no kissing. I mean, no kissing above my waist. You'll be doing plenty of smooching downstairs. And licking. Plus, sucking." After giving me half a minute to absorb that bad news, she went on, "Now, get down on your knees and get me out of these slacks. Take your time. Let's make the fun and games last a while. We'll see how many times you can make me finish."

I sank down. She leered down at me, her face made over by wickedness and lust. I shuddered as I hooked my fingers under the stretchy waistband of her slacks and began to inch them down. She wore no panties underneath. I sniffled. After I got her completely uncovered from the waist down, she took my head between her hands and pulled my face against her pubes, into the downy blond hair. My nose was against her moist slit. Amilee's feminine musk assailed my sense of smell. Without being told to, I extended my tongue and ran the tip from the top of her furrow to the bottom. It went back up and lingered on her clitoris, moving lazily. She moaned softly. I wanted to leave, to take time to think, but was too addicted to her, helplessly in love. She laid on the bed and wantonly spread her legs. Case had corrupted her to a terrible degree. The innocent girl I had been so drawn to was gone, replaced by an evil twin. Even so, the old Amilee had to still be inside. I would find her and bring her back. At that moment, though, I had something else to do. Getting onto the foot of the bed, I couldn't help ogling the barely covered, twin globes of her bosom. I wanted to touch them, to fasten my mouth on her nipples. All that was denied to me. Instead, I laid on my stomach in that dotted garment and sobbed. Her split mound was directly in front of me. I lapped the groove and teased the pearl. She wriggled her hips, encouraging me. I got the end of my tongue inside, ran it up and down, and was rewarded with a longer moan of pleasure.

She kept me down there while she gradually mounted toward an orgasm. As she neared that goal, Amilee said, "I wish Case was here to see you dressed so ridiculously, with your tush on display,

lapping me like an obedient pussy boy. I know he'd get a kick out of that. He'll see it soon enough."

Her words were replaced by high-pitched sounds as she accelerated toward her climax. Then it was on her, making my girlfriend cry out and jerk her hips. My mittened hands dared to hold her bottom, but I couldn't feel much through the fabric. Despite how demeaning my situation was, I got hard all at once. Because I was lying atop my dick, it was uncomfortable and erotic at the same time. Instead of imaging myself slipping it inside Amilee, all I could think of was continuing my oral efforts and giving her the best finale possible. What was happening to my mind?

With a yelp, she erupted into a quaking release. Extra juices appeared and I had to swallow them. Was there any of Case's cum with them? Was she thinking of the next time the two of them would be together, even as I slowed down to prolong her afterglow? Once she had ceased vibrating, my tongue action accelerated in stages. Before long, she was well on her way to a second blastoff. After that one, she'd had enough, but allowed me to continue kissing as she descended from the heights. Finally, she drew back one desirable leg, got her foot against my shoulder, and pushed hard.

She said, "Go fetch me a bottle of that flavored water. I need to rehydrate, Jordie. But nothing for you. We wouldn't want to wash away that taste."

The next day, when we both returned from our jobs, she announced that Case was coming to visit at eight. I went cold inside.

"Should I go out?" I asked with uncertainty.

"Nope. You can stay and clean this place up, especially the bathroom. Get into the habit, because those going to be your jobs from now on, along with lots of others."

Amilee stood there with her hands on her hips, silently challenging me to oppose her. I couldn't find the nerve to say anything. Instead, at her instruction, I got out of my embarrassing pajamas. When I went to put on my male underwear, she stopped me.

"No, no, lover boy. Not jockey shorts for you. And definitely no boxers. Your new fashion statement will be built around panties and whatever I decide goes with them. Luckily for you, I planned ahead and bought you some pretty ones to start with."

When I hesitated, she pinched my ear and walked me to the bedroom like a recalcitrant boy. Opening her dresser, she took out several pairs of female underwear. My girlfriend hummed as she sorted through them, and settled on one that was low-rise, with the top two-inches below my navel. They were peach-colored and the waistband was lacy. The fit was snug. She told me to tuck my genitals down and back, which made it appear that I had no more down there than a girl. There was also a wide stretchy garter, in red, for me to put around one thigh, and dainty slippers of gold. A quick trip to the long mirror showed me my

emasculated image. My girlfriend also supplied me with the rags I needed to dust the living room. She said that everything for cleaning the bathroom would be atop the toilet lid shortly, and made it clear that she expected the bathtub and toilet to sparkle.

"After all," she pointed out, "once Case and I have hot sweaty sex, we'll probably want to take a shower together. Or we might not, since we'll just be getting overheated again before long. That's another difference between him and you. That real man doesn't need 24 hours or more before he's ready to go again."

"I just didn't want you to think that all I cared about was making love."

She snorted derisively. "I believe you – not. Now get your pretty peach-colored ass busy and get this place ready for the arrival of my big man and his big cock."

The dusting wasn't too bad. Dealing with the bathroom was more physically taxing, not to mention that it was demeaning. She examined the results, gave me lackluster approval, and said I needed to take a bath. First, I could shave my pubes and underarms, using a disposable woman's razor that she provided. Amilee indicted that I should then use body wash and shampoo that she provided. The former was scented lilac and the latter smelled to me like overripe fruit. She said my clothes for the evening were on the bed. After I dried off, I padded into the bedroom to find out what I was supposed to wear. Whatever it was, Case was going to see me in it. When I saw what was there, my mouth dropped open. There was a belly shirt, with two cut-outs that would line up with my nipples, leaving them

accessible. Next to that was a micro-miniskirt. I sought panties to go under the too-brief item, but there were none. With that on, I would be constantly at risk of exposing myself. In a funk, I got into the unwelcome clothes.

My girlfriend walked in and laughed out loud. "That's priceless, Jordie. I'll just add a dash of make-up and you'll be all set to meet my cocksman."

Her words barely registered. I was too distracted by what she was dressed in. Amilee had on a bodycon dress with a scoop neckline and high hem. Her tempting breasts created plenty of cleavage and were bare almost down to their nipples. She also wore mesh stockings and slutty heels. Everything was in red. She was an open invitation to bedroom gymnastics.

I had trouble speaking. "Do you...? Is that what you intend to...?"

"Is it too much? Do you think I should lose the thong, to save Case the trouble of tearing it off me?"

She raised the bottom of her dress to show me that narrow triangle of thin material that covered her most feminine spot, then turned so I could witness that there was only a strip of butt floss in the rear. Where were the plain cotton panties she had favored before that man came into her life?

Amilee told me, "He'll be here soon. Let me do your face."

That involved some powder, dramatic blue eye shadow, and bold slashes of crimson lipstick. I ended up trampy and freaky. There

were sandals with gaudy, plastic stones decorating them. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, there was a loud knock on our door.

She spritzed me with some cheap perfume and told me, "Go answer that, Jordie."

My guts churned as I went to do it. When I opened the door, there was Case, gazing down at me. He a thumb and one finger to hold my chin, as he turned my head this way and that. Then he surprised me by raising the front of my tiny skirt.

When he saw what was underneath, he wanted to know, "Where's your dick? What I'm seeing sure isn't what should be there."

He pushed past me. I was glad to shut the door. Amilee came into the living room with her arms opened wide. They embraced and he forcefully kissed her. His hands drifted down to grab her bottom. She ground against him. Her breasts were compressed against his hard body. He had on a shirt with the sleeves cut off, to draw attention to his enviable biceps. His pants were tight enough to show off his muscular legs, as well as a bulge that proved my girlfriend hadn't been exaggerating about his manly endowment. She put her hand possessively on the outline of his organ.

Case told her, "Later for that, girl. Right now, be a good bitch and fetch me a drink."

She scurried away. He leered at me and said, "How about those fat tits of hers? Bet you love to mess with those."

I meekly confessed, "I'm not allowed to touch them anymore."

He pursed his thick lips. "Yeah. Right. I had to make them off-limits to you. Sorry, little guy, but there can only be one man with her. I'm glad to see she made that clear to you. Saves me the trouble of slamming the message home."

Case made a fist and jabbed it at me. I squeaked and stumbled backward, losing my balance and falling on my prat. That left my legs apart. He put his foot on my male parts and held me down that way. I didn't dare to move, for fear of sustaining some damage that might even be permanent.

Amilee reappeared, with two drinks in her hands. "Case, did you damage my property?"

He laughed soundlessly. "Nah. Just gave the sissy a scare. I'll bet he'd do anything to have me take my foot away, before I accidentally hurt him." He fixed me with his gaze. "I'm guessing he'd even suck my cock to save his baby balls." Case drilled me with his eyes. "Would you do that, Nancy boy?"

At first, I couldn't find my voice. Then I whispered, "I don't know."

He said to Amilee, "Hear that? The wimp didn't give a definite 'no'. He had to think about it. Where I come from, when a faggy guy acts like that, it means he'll do it if you push his buttons right."

She said, "Wow."

Case wanted her to tell him, "Would you like to see that? Want to get an eyeful of your used-to-be with my balls on his weak chin?"

Instead of being repulsed, she lit up with a perverted glow. Where was the girl I wanted to spend my life with?

"Well," she said, drawing out the word, "that would be hot to see."

He told her, "You know how much I like getting you heated up. Making that sweet pussy all wet."

Just when I was afraid he might go further, Case removed his foot from my essentials, moved over to Amilee, and took his drink. After sipping it, he gave her another kiss, this one less aggressive. She returned it the same way. They went to the sofa and sat, close together. He used the remote to turn on our TV, so he could check the sports scores. I got slowly to my feet, unable to stop quivering all over.

He barked at me, "Get over here, so I can use you for a footstool."

A minute later, I was on all fours in front of him, with his feet resting heavily on my back. I was facing toward Amilee, so we could see each other's features. He sent her to the kitchen to get a wooden spoon or a long spatula. I didn't know what he would want one of those for. The answer came quickly enough. His long arm reached out, holding a lengthy rubber spatula. My skirt was so brief that it offered my buns no covering. Case snapped his

wrist and landed a hard swat on my bare ass. I wailed. He followed that with three more.

"That's what you get when you act up," he informed me. Without thinking, I whined, "I didn't do anything."

Those four words earned me six more smacks. He said, "That's what happens when you talk back. Anything else you want to say?" I shook my head 'no'. More slaps followed. I didn't count them. "I didn't hear a 'no Sir'."

Too rattled to think straight, I said, "No sir. I mean, yes, Sir."

He spanked me again with the improvised implement. Through eyes blurred with tears, I saw Amilee grinning at me, enjoying my suffering and his demonstration of machismo. My backside was on fire. My girlfriend found it amusing. Those two things sent me into uncontrolled weeping and blubbering. Case used his feet to topple me onto my side.

He yelled, "Get back over here, face up, Footrest."

When I did that, putting myself where he could easily rest his feet on me, he raised one foot and brought it down hard on my midsection. That knocked the wind out of me. My knees drifted apart. His other foot went between my legs and swung hard, angled so that his heel thumped my unprotected testicles. I grunted and thought I would pass out. He brought both feet up and let them fall heavily onto my chest.

Then he decided, "I want my shoes off. Do it, worm."

He wore slip-on canvas shoes. With some fumbling, I was able to remove them. Case didn't have on socks. One of his sweaty feet got resettled on my face. Apparently satisfied that I had been educated in the new hierarchy, he got back into kissing my girlfriend, his hands roaming over her, with special attention paid to her heavy jugs. They had a long make-out session.

Finally, he said, "Let's hit the bedroom, bitch."

Instead of being insulted by what she called him again, Amilee laughed softly. She brought her face down to his crotch and kissed the bulge of his cock through his pants. They got up.

Case jerked his thumb back over his shoulder and said, "Up and at 'em, boy. You're coming with us."

I had assumed that they would want privacy. Did he really intend to have me present while they did the inevitable? Was my girlfriend going along with it? The answers to both questions were 'yes'. Still in the abbreviated top and barely-there skirt, I followed them humbly, with a clear view of how he was pawing her bottom. When we got into the bedroom, I had to turn the covers all the way down and fluff up both pillows. As I bent over to do those jobs, I knew my butt was on display. Then Case told Amilee to light a votive candle that sat on a small plate. She did, and he handed it to me. I held the plate on both sides, at waist level, not sure what was expected.

The Black guy turned out the overhead. He told Amilee, "There you go. Romantic lighting. The loser can stay right there and hold that candle where it is."

"Oh, Case," she enthused. "You're so clever."
"And you're so hot," he told her. "Let's get naked and kick it."

They undressed in front of each other, both liking what they saw. She was especially drawn to his penis, which was as huge as it had appeared while still covered. It took minimal effort from her fingers to coax it into full life, which made it even bigger.

She caught me staring at it in amazement and said, "Hey, Jordie. Are you thinking about how that tool would feel in your mouth?"

"No," I squeaked feebly.

Naked, they embraced and clung together. His cock was upright and pressed between their bodies. She rubbed herself lewdly against it. He effortlessly scooped her up in his arms and deposited her on the mattress. I bit my lips and tried not to sob, but failed at even that. He got on top of her and set the end of his impressive organ against her pink divide. Case eased himself inside her, inch after thick inch, while she moaned and murmured. Then he set up an unhurried rhythm. She urgently bucked her hips, wanting more. The big man made her beg for him to go faster, thrust harder. After she did it, he was happy to comply. She sucked in air and blew it out forcefully. Without slacking his pace, he brought his mouth to her glorious boobs to suck and nibble each nipple. If I had done that, while inside her, I

would not have been able to keep from finishing. He, on the other hand, had no problem holding back and prolonging her pleasure.

My girlfriend, if I could still call her that, dug her fingers into his hard shoulders. "Please, baby. Fuck me hard and make me cum."

Oh, gosh. I had never heard her use that 'F' word before. But then, I had never witnessed her being willingly ravished by a superior man. His performance changed subtly, as he adjusted his angle of penetration. Then he switched his tempo so something jerkier. Amilee's eyes went wide. She froze for a second, before being launched into a vocal orgasm. He slowed down just enough to maximize her pleasure. His cock glistened in the flickering light. I stood there like the fool I was, holding the light that allowed me to watch them.

Case chuckled and said, "My turn now, woman."

He began to pull back and plunge in like a madman. She loved it. Her toes curled. After several minutes, he grunted and was obviously ejaculating. She cried out, in the throes of a second climax. They came together. It was so different from when I had been allowed to have sex with her. At last, they settled back down. Her face was made over by the echos of ecstasy. He pulled out and rolled onto his back, alongside her. Amilee's magnificent breasts rose and fell dramatically as her breathing slowed to normal.

The Black man asked unnecessarily, "Did I leave a big mess down there?"

"You know you did. It's no surprise, considering the size of your balls."

"We can't leave you like that." He turned his dark eyes to me. "Hey, candy-ass. I hear you're damn good at lapping up the jazz I leave in this ho's snatch. Show me how you do it, chump."

I gagged but set the candle back where it had been and got into my familiar position. This time, even in the dimness, his cream was impossible not to see. I could smell it. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I stuck out my tongue and slurped up a big dollop of his deposit, forcing myself to take it into my mouth and choke it down. Amilee giggled. I heard them kissing. When I turned up my eyes, he had a hand on her breast and was massaging it. He playfully tweaked the nipple. I continued to clean up his output, sick to my stomach. My girlfriend made happy sounds but didn't get an orgasm from my efforts. Finally, she told me I could back off.

She went on, "But don't leave the bed. You have one more job to do, sissy. Who else needs to be licked off?"

In disbelief, I answered, "Case?"

"Correct. Take your time and do a thorough job. After all, we know it's what you want."

I whimpered but shifted to his side of the bed. Amilee got up on one elbow for a better view of my utter humiliation. As soon as I ran my tongue up his shaft, from the root to the head, his asset began to grow. Soon it was back to its full dimensions. I capped

the knob with my lips and sucked it. Why was I doing that? Then I took in as much as my gag reflex would allow. Amilee grinned at my downfall. She worked her way down until she was by my side. Then she told me to lever myself up. Once my torso was elevated, she got her fingers on one of my nipples, through the opening in that shameful top. As she teased the sensitive spot, I got stiff without wanting to.

She commented, "Look at that. Jordie's little dingus got hard from sucking Case's gorgeous cock. First the girly clothes, then shaving off his body hair and wearing cosmetics, and now this. Maybe I'll do something with his hair to add to this new look."

I moaned in disgrace. She toyed with the other nipple, making me moan for a different reason. As my head bobbed, Case growled his approval. He couldn't finish again. Not so soon. Or could he? Amilee reached in to pump his rigid staff. She was going to make sure he blasted a load into my unwilling but very active mouth.

"Holy crap," he exclaimed before long. "I'm going to bust my nut."

With that proclamation, his hips twitched and he flooded my mouth. White sauce leaked out around my sealed lips. I forced myself to ingest most of what he had given me. It was all too much. I even had to keep mouthing him while Amilee moved back up so she could thank him with a kiss for defiling me in a way that I would never be able to live down.

What was left for me? It was clear than they would never tire of demeaning their new plaything. Even so, I was lovesick for my

busty, formerly innocent, live-in girl. I knew that I could never

leave her, no matter what. In some remote corner of my mind, there burned a faint flame of hope, fed by the possibility that she might eventually get over Case and return to me, that I would be able to gain the life I dreamed of. It was irrational, yet it was all I had.

Case told me, "Not bad, cocksucker. I know you'll improve with practice, which you'll get lots of. If you ask nicely, I'll even let you lap my balls."

Amilee told me to get up. She summoned me to her side of the bed. From the nightstand she took a facemask and made me bend down so she could loop the elastics over my ears. She simultaneously gave both my nipples a pinch and twist. "Keep that mask on, pansy, to remind you not to do anything to clean out your mouth. Savor the flavor, bitch-boy. Get back to your housework. And while you're doing that, you can look forward to the next time Case lets you suck him off."

She flicked my dick. Why was it still hard? Surely there was no truth in what they had said about me unconsciously wanting to be used by Case.

I was done for. I should have grabbed a few pieces of male clothing and fled but I didn't. I was too besotted with Amilee and couldn't go on without her... no matter what.

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