Our Black Trainer! By THRONE (Patreon)

Our Black Trainer!

By THRONE

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OUR BLACK TRAINER by Throne

My first months of marriage  to Jenna were delightful.  Sex with my wife, who is a short,  longhaired blond with a trim waist and full curves, was fantastic.   Well, at least it was for me.  She seemed to lose interest as time passed.  I'll admit that, being only five foot, slender, and  having nearly zero body hair, I'm not an impressive man.  And, as long  as I'm confessing, I should mention that my penis is on the small size.   Well, exceptionally small would be more like it.  And I guess I didn't help matters by declining to give her oral  sex, which I've always found unmanly for a guy to do.

So when we hit the half year  mark, and I was starting to have fears of our union failing,  desperation set in.  That was why, the moment my wife suggested we get  gym memberships, implying that the physical activity would reinvigorate our bedroom time, I was quick to agree.  I didn't  want to exercise in front of other people, or to be seen naked in the  locker room, but saving our marriage was uppermost in my mind.  She  took responsibility for picking an exercise club and obtaining the memberships.  When she announced that we would be  going for our first session the next evening, I was unhappy but eager  for the satisfying follow-up it was expected to lead to.  

Jenna had gotten me a gym  bag and when she revealed it, just as we were ready to leave, I wasn't  happy.  It was pink with red carrying straps.  The zipper had a plastic  rainbow attached as a pull.  Rather than complain and ruin the mood before we even got started, I simply thanked  her.  She pointed out that she had packed it for me as well.  So off we  went and soon arrived at the place, Kendrick's Iron Bar Gym.  As soon as  we entered I got my first shock.  Most of the guys working out were not only big and muscular, but they were  Black.  The only white fellow I saw was short and unmuscular like me.    The majority of women were white and appeared to be striving for toned  figures, rather than strength or visible development.  Along with them there were a few Black females, all of who were tall and  appeared to being seeking muscular development.  For a long moment my  eyes kept going back and forth between the shapely white girls and the  busty, big bottomed, Afro Amazons.  

"Hello, beautiful," came a booming male voice.  "I'm Kendrick and this is my place."

I pulled my gaze away from  the light and dark female forms to see my wife looking up admiringly at a  giant of a Black male who could have just stepped from the pages of a  weightlifting magazine.  His close-fitting shorts and tank top showed off a hard body and something extra between  his legs.  

She smiled winningly at him and said, "Hi, I'm Jenna Tress.  I stopped in the other day and got two memberships."

"Cool.  Always happy to see a new face around here.  Especially one so attractive.  And the other membership was for..."

"Oh," she said and sighed.  "For my husband, Milton Palfrey."

"You kept your maiden name?   I like that.  Shows an independent mind."

She told him, "Well, I do like to have a life of my own."

"Good for you."  Glancing at me she said, "And I bet you're the same, Milly."

"It's... ah... Milton," I quietly corrected.

"Whatever.  I'll make sure  to introduce you to some of the ladies around here."  He turned and  hooked his muscular arm through Jenna's much slimmer one.  The  color contrast was striking.  "Let me show you around, girl."

She moved slightly closer to  him.  As he led her away I followed silently, feeling left out.   Kendrick gave her a quick tour of the facility, leading to the entrance  to the locker room.

My wife wanted to know, "Is this the men's lockers or the women's?"

"Oh, didn't they tell you when you signed up?  The showers and all are coed.  Very modern."

"Gee, I must have missed that part.  But my hubby and I are nothing if not modern."

He looked back over his broad shoulder to ask me, "That right, Milly?" and then didn't wait for an answer.

As they stepped through the  door all my body issues came to the fore.  I hugged my gym bag against  my chest and looked around.  Sure enough, there were more of the  athletic Black men and those sexy white girls.  I was feeling less and less like I belonged there.  

Jenna said brightly, "Guess we should get changed."

Kendrick grinned at her and  said, "Well, I'll be a gentleman and wait outside.  We can start your  training right away.  Get you limbered up and give you a good workout."

Her pretty cheeks flushed as she told him, "I'd like that."

He handed her two keys and  pointed toward the matching lockers before he left.  As soon as he was  gone I whispered harshly at her, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea.   This place has a certain... atmosphere."

"Really?  I hadn't noticed  anything.  Besides, I signed us up for a one-year membership, and I have  no intention of just throwing that money away by not even giving it a  chance.  Now get changed and stop whining."  

Her uncompromising words  left me stunned.  I opened my gym bag and got another unwelcome shock  when I saw what she had packed for me to wear.  There was a pale pink,  sleeveless top, along with bright red and white striped shorts, made of some shiny material and cut to fit tightly.   Underneath them I found pink knee socks and matching shoes.  When I gave  her a questioning look she silenced me with glowering eyes.  Meekly, I  turned away and began to get undressed.  It was mortifying to have to be naked around other folks, especially when  the Black guys and white girls glanced curiously in our direction.  The  men smiled at Jenna and the women eyed me critically.  As much as I  disliked what I had to wear, it was much better than being naked and observed.  My wife got into what she had put into  her own bag, a cotton blend top and bottom the size of a bra and  panties, plus slip-on shoes.  

As we left the locker area  Kendrick was waiting.  Jenna extended her arms and turned around slowly  for his inspection.  He nodded approvingly and held out a hand to her.   She took it and they started across the room.  Feeling lost, I began to follow.  That was when the two biggest  Black girls, wearing string bikinis, closed in on me from either side.  

The first said, "I'm Wanda.  The big man said we was to help you."

The other told me, "I'm Kenya.  First we got to loosen you up."

The were both busty, with  biceps that put mine to shame, sculpted abdomens, wide hips,  and firm  jutting bottoms.  Perhaps most impressive were their long legs, with  large solid thighs and firm swelling calves.  They stood so close to me that I couldn't help inhaling the faint tang  of sweat and the heady aroma of female musk.  Wanda clapped a hand on  the back of my neck and steered me toward a piece of equipment.  It was a  low table with overhead weights and pulleys around mid-chest.  I stretched out on it on my back.  Wanda knelt over my  thighs, her knees on either side of me.  Kenya sat on her haunches, just  past my face.  The first leaned down with her hands on my hips, while  the other bent forward to press down on my pectoral region.

"There you go," declared Wanda.  "We'll hold you in place while you make them weights go up and down."

"Right," seconded Kenya.  "Make sure you don't slip and slide around, or hurt yourself.  Grab onto them handholds, white boy."

Totally intimidated by their  obvious strength and commanding attitude, and at the same time very  aware of their overpowering femininity, I slowly brought up my arms and  gripped the handles.  When I tried to pull downward and raise the weights, I could barely accomplish anything.  The  females laughed, which made other gym members look to see what was  happening.  I tried again with only slightly better results.  

"Maybe," Wanda speculated.   "You just afraid of hurting yourself.  Want to be sure you all secure  when you get to pulling them weights real fast.  I'll just hold you down  better."

She moved forward and sat  squarely on my crotch.  The warm center of her femaleness was directly  on top of my privates.  Kenya got up, swung around, and plumped her  broad but hard backside on my narrow chest.  Her weight pressed the breath out of me.

As I was trying to recover  my respiration she said, "How bout now, snow bunny?  You feel all safe  down there?"  She gave her bottom a wiggle.  "All comfy?"

I swallowed with difficulty.  "Honestly, ladies.  I don't think I need you to..."

"To what?" Wanda snapped at me.  "Try to help you?  Ain't we good enough?"

"Yeah," Kenya said with a hint of threat.  "Are we too dark for you?"

"N... no, girls.  Nothing like that.  You're fine.  I... uh... I'll try again."

Against my will, I was  becoming aroused.  Wanda rocked her flaring hips side to side.  I  inhaled sharply, unable to control my reaction.  She grew thoughtful and  rode herself up and down atop me.  

She wanted to know, "Hey,  snowflake, you got pockets in them girly shorts?  You carrying something  like, maybe, a roll of mints?  Or, like, a tube of lip balm?"

"I... no."

"Then what am I feeling against my pussy, boy?" she inquired tautly.

"I'm sorry," I blurted.  "It's just an involuntary physical reaction."

Kenya offered, "Little white boy's getting nasty with us helpless girls.  Damn.  Maybe we better give him some explaining."

"Truth." Wanda squeezed her  buttocks several times, making herself rise and fall, further  stimulating me.  I whimpered.  "He even making some sex noises.  Must  think he can do whatever he wants with us."

"Take advantage.  We got to just say no.  And explain to him how it is with us."

"Explain it in detail."

"Please," I pleaded.  "If you would just listen to me."

"We listen.  In the locker room."

They both got off me, took  my arms, and walked me through the middle of the gym.  I still had that  unwanted erection and almost everyone noticed it.  The two of them  marched me into the locker room and straight up to a towering, barrel-chested Black man.  He was naked and I couldn't  help but gape at how incredibly large his penis was.

"See that?" Wanda said to  Kenya.  "Our pretty white flower comes to the gym in that show-off shirt  and them fancy shorts, maybe what he really wants is for the guys to  take notice."

"Right on," Kenya said to  Wanda.  "Might not be just us women who's in danger from this sex  fiend.  Maybe what we got to do is drain some of the juice out of him,  so he won't be so dangerous."  

They pulled me along, past  that Black man, who was visibly amused by my plight.  The two capable  women stretched me out, face up, on one of the narrow benches between  the rows of lockers.  With a few quick moves of their hands they removed each other's tiny bikinis.  Wanda straddled  the bench at the level of my head, facing my feet.  I was staring up  directly at her plump-lipped vagina, it's moist pink interior partly  visible.  When I tried to roll away, Kenya grabbed me by both upper arms and squeezed so hard that I winched and moaned.  

She told me firmly, "Stay  put, little man.  And just to make sure you don't get no ideas about  running away, how about I do this?"  Too quickly for me to defend  myself, she grabbed my shorts, yanked them down and off, and threw the garment onto the top of the lockers, well beyond  my reach.  "How about that?"

Not to be outdone, Wanda  pulled my shirt up and over my head, flinging it onto the opposite row  of lockers.  There I lay in only those unmanly shoes and socks.  As I  tried to think of something to do or say, the girl standing over me began to lower herself down.  The other stretched  out on top of me, her chin resting on my chest.  Wanda settled herself  slowly over my face, her wet and strong smelling pubes against my nose  and mouth.

"So go ahead," she ordered.  "Show us you ain't no sissy.  Get that tongue to working."

I tried to object but my  words were distorted and muffled.  The taste of her was unappetizing and  what she expected me to do was unthinkable.  I wanted to tell her that I  didn't do that even for my wife.  But then Kenya reached between her own body and mine to take hold of my  still hard penis.  She groped around until she found my scrotum, easily  contained it in her hand, and began to apply pressure.  In fear of  having my manhood damaged, I extended my tongue and started to lap and probe Wanda's juicy female parts.  Her fluids leaked  into my mouth and I was forced to swallow them.  It was all too  disgusting but, with Kenya still gripping my privates, alternately  crushing my testicles and digging her fingers into the stalk of my penis, I had no choice.  They kept it up for what must have  been a quarter hour, which was when Wanda cried out and, with an extra  flow of secretions, while grinding herself against my lower face, had a  quaking orgasm, accompanied by much vocalizing.  After nearly smothering me during her climactic excitement, she at last  dismounted.

And then she and Kenya  traded places.  I had to undergo more of the same, except that this time  Wanda sat up on my crotch, letting me feel her warm wetness, while she  alternately played with my sensitive nipples and pinched them.  Kenya took an even longer ride on my features.  At  one point she adjusted her position so I could perform the absolutely  degrading act of licking and penetrating her anus with my tongue.  She  was sweaty and loamy smelling back there and it turned my stomach.  The taste was abominable.   She turned around to  plant her mound back on my face, grinding it down.  By the time she  finally finished I was left panting.  That was when I became aware of  another presence nearby.  

To my horror, my wife Jenna  was standing there, glaring down at me angrily.  She snarled, "I can't  leave you alone for a half hour before you take advantage of these poor  girls.  You'll be lucky if they don't bring charges against you."  She was livid.  "You disgust me, Milton."

Kendrick was alongside her.   He said, "Yeah, Milly.  You done wrong by your woman.  I think maybe  she ought to split up with you."

"No!" I couldn't believe this was happening.  "I'll do anything to make it up to you, Jenna."

"Will you?  Open your mouth,  Milly, and keep it that way."  She gathered up a mouthful of spit.  I  lay there as she brought her lips down close to mine.  My wife let a  generous gob of saliva fall onto my tongue.  It tasted strangely salty.  I gulped it down and, without  thinking, said, "What were you eating?"

"It's nothing," she assured  me, taking Kendrick's hand.  "Ken and I ducked into his office for a few  minutes.  I had some soul food that he offered me.  Soul sausage.   And then he gave me some soul sauce.  Okay with you, lover?"

I ran my tongue against the  roof of my mouth, unpleasant thoughts filling my mind.  But what I was  thinking was irrational.   What was important was that Jenna imagined I  had coerced Wanda and Kenya into playing sex games.  I had to find some way to convince her otherwise.  When I  tried to speak, the gym owner interrupted.

Kendrick said, "The only way  I can see to save this relationship is to even up the score.  I'm  guessing Jenna would be okay if she could do something with a guy, the  way her Milly did to these two nice girls."

"Oh?"  My bride appeared  very interested.  "I mean, so soon?  You know, after that sausage?  And  all that cream that came with it?"

"Sure, babe," he told her  confidently.  "No problem.  And I've got some rooms in the back, for  members who want to get together in private.  Usually they have to have  Platinum Memberships, but in this case I'll make an exception to help out you and your man.  In fact, I'll just  upgrade you both to Platinum right now.  My gift to you."

Jenna looked at me and asked, "What do you say to the man, Milly?"

I wished she would stop calling me that.  But I answered respectfully, "Thank you, Kendrick.  Sir."

"No problem, little buddy.   That's what friends are for.  And I want to get to be real good friends  with Jenna... and you.  So let's go."

Getting up shakily, still  naked except for shoes and socks, I followed them out of the locker  area.  In the main room of the gym everyone turned to gawk at me.  There  was a ripple of laughter before we ducked through another door, into a short hallway with rooms on either side.   Kendrick and Jenna went to the last one, where a cute little blond was  just emerging.  She was naked except for a thin gold chain around her  neck, from which hung a piece of jewelry shaped like the 'spades' symbol on playing cards.

Kendrick said, "Yo, Melissa.  How you doing?"

Giving him a sheepish smile, she said, "Fine.  Especially after an hour with your friend Davon.  I mean, my knees are weak."

He told her, "Well, if you  two are done, we're going to use the room.  Knowing you was just in  there, doing to deed, going to set the mood we want."

"Sounds good," she told him.  "But my undies are still in there.  Davon kind of tore everything off me, that wild stallion."

"But you don't need that stuff back?" Cause I think we got a use for it."  He looked at me appraisingly.

She gave an exaggerated shrug.  "Whatever.  If I kept it, that would just be as a souvenir.  Help yourselves."

We all filed in.  There was a  bed, one chair, and a small dresser.  I spotted Melissa's discarded  lingerie on the mussed up blanket.  The smell of sex hung in the air.   There were also some cosmetics on the dresser top.

Kendrick said to Jenna, "Now  here's how I figure your Milly can make it up to you for being such a  bastard with them two innocent girls.  How about if Wanda and Kenya get  him pretty with some make-up and that underwear.  That'll make them feel better about being treated so rough  and all.  And it'll remind Milly that he can't be one of them aggressive  types that goes around preying on girls.  And then the last thing is,  you and me will have to hit the sheets together.  Otherwise, you'll be stuck knowing how he cheated on you and that the  score's always going to be one-sided.  See?"

"I understand," she said  seriously, even though I thought I detected a glint of mischief in her  blue eyes.  "It might not be easy for me, but I'll have to do it.  For  the good of our marriage."

"Sure.  Not easy for you,"  Kendrick assured her.  "Going to be hard for me too."  He looked her up  and down, her minimal gym outfit exposing plenty of skin.  "Real hard.   Super hard."

Jenna murmured something I  couldn't hear and then said more loudly, "I mean, it's going to take a  lot of effort to get past Milly's terrible behavior."  

She turned to the big man  and opened her arms.  He took her tenderly and drew her against him, his  hands sliding down her back.  He was comforting her, so it seemed  unnecessary how he held her bottom.  He lightly brushed her hair aside and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.  Before  I could gather my wits, Wanda and Kenya seized me, sat me down in the  chair, and went to work on my face and hair.  After about ten minutes  they stood me up and had me step into Melissa's skimpy pink panties, which indeed were torn on one side.  It felt  weirdly appealing as the silky material was drawn up my legs.  Then I  had to sit on the edge of the bed while each girl took a stocking and  worked them up my legs, smoothing as they went.  Again the sensations were curiously erotic.  I told myself it was simply  because of all the stress I was undergoing, and that my mind was merely  seeking comfort where it could be found.  There was even a filmy robe,  also pink, with two short sleeves and enough material to reach only halfway down my back, and a tying bow high up, to close it  in front, though the garment was transparent.  A closet near the corner  of the room and when Wanda opened it I saw a full length mirror mounted  on the inside of the door.  Kenya patted my bottom to tell me to go there and see what they'd done to me.

I glanced at Jenna as I  went, to see if she was beginning to be placated.  Her expression was  unreadable.  As I reached the mirror I turned my head and got the  greatest shock of all.  Staring wide-eyed back at me was a very feminine figure.  Her hair was tousled and held that way  with some product.  She had dramatically outlined eyes, their lids  heavily shaded.  Cleverly applied shadowing gave her high cheekbones.   Most arrestingly, her mouth had been made to appear larger and was colored bright red.  The gauzy bed jacket, ripped  panties, and elastic-top stockings, one of them sagging slightly,  completed the picture of a slutty girl.  Except that who I was marveling  at was ME.  

When I turned back to Jenna  she was grinning devilishly at my transformation.  Then she turned to  Kendrick and peeled up his shirt to bare the Black man's broad muscular  chest, which she kissed.  Next she went down on one knee to reverently lower his shorts, which he helpfully  stepped out of.  When I saw his long thick member I was mesmerized by  it's enviable size.  In my mind I helplessly compared what he had, at  least eight inches soft, to my endowment, which barely exceeded four inches hard.  I couldn't take my eyes off it.  And  from being touched by the girls, from having the smooth lingerie against  my nerve endings, I had another unexpected erection.  

Jenna said, "I see.  Dress  Milly up like a girl and show her a monster cock, and she gets one of  her miniature stiff ones.  Looks like I not only got stuck married to a  guy with a baby size dick, but also one who prefers gay games to being with me."

I wanted to explain  everything that had gone wrong, and how I was being misunderstood, but  by that point my mind was a ball of confusion.  Wanda got behind me,  reached around, and smoothed the front of my brief wispy jacket.  As her fingertips brushed repeatedly over my sensitized  nipples I gasped and without meaning to, jerked my hips several times.   My hand went towards my penis.  

"And it looks like the sissy wants to play with himself," Kendrick concluded.  

The two Black girls clucked  disapprovingly at me, backed me into the corner, and forced me onto my  knees.  Kendrick tilted his face down and Jenna let her head angle  back.  Their lips met in a soft lingering kiss.  I sniffled but did nothing else.  My wife ran her hands up and down his  sides.  She stepped away only long enough to remove what little she  was wearing before, stark naked, she went back for another kiss.  This  time they were passionate, grinding against each other.  When they parted, his cock had grown to enormous proportions,  about a foot long and impressively thick, with a big knob of a head.   Her pale white hands stood out against its darkness as she gave it  several caressing strokes, coaxing it to even greater dimensions.  

My bride lay back on the bed  and spread her legs lewdly.  Wanda and Kenya squatted on either side of  me, their hands roaming freely over my body, making sure my arousal  didn't diminish.  Again my hand tried to move to my privates, as if with a will of its own.  Kendrick got onto  the mattress to kneel between Jenna's thighs, his fiercely rigid cock  aimed at her vagina.  He pressed the head against the vestibule of her  sex and eased it inside.  

Jenna purred loudly and  encouraged, "Go on.  Jam it inside me.  Pump me hard.  Give me what my  loser husband never could.  Ride me for an hour, instead of the two  minutes I'm used to with him."

He was happy to comply,  burying his considerable length in her and working it in and out  tirelessly.  She writhed beneath him, giving endless encouragement,  while also heaping insults on my manhood and performance.  They kept at it for a quarter hour before he sent her into a bed-shaking  orgasm.  I knew the way she wailed at that moment would stay with me  endlessly.  He kept going until, around the half hour mark, he put her  over the top again.  This time her words became strangled and inarticulate.  She clutched at him and moaned loudly.   When she found her voice it was to disparage me, praise him, and promise  to give herself to him on demand.

He set a slower rhythm when  he started again.  Jenna slowly recovered.  He gradually built her up  toward another explosive climax.  When it came she wrapped her legs  around his middle, her arms around his bull neck, and hung on as he launched her into the sexual stratosphere.  This  time Kendrick let go of his self control and blasted his semen into the  willing receptacle of my bride's body.  At that moment I too lost  control, though not as consciously as Kendrick appeared to, gripped my small penis through the panties, and tugged it  repeatedly.  After less than a minute I squirted my meager output into  the girly lingerie.  Seeing what I had done, I sobbed with shame and let  my head slump forward.  But I wasn't to be allowed even one moment of shutting out my nightmare, as Wanda grabbed  my hair and pulled.  I had to see everything while the lovers held onto  each other, kissed languorously, and Kendrick rolled off to lie  alongside her, his heavy, still wet organ draped over one well developed thigh. 

Once the pair on the bed had  enjoyed a few more minutes of relaxation, Wanda let them know how I had  gotten carried away and made my mess in my pink undies.  Jenna got  angrily out of bed and stormed over to me.

"I can't believe this," she  said hotly.  "I was about to declare this done and over with.  All  records wiped clean.  And go back to our normal life."  She shook her  head in disgust.  "But now this.  You obviously got some sick thrill out of watching Kendrick properly and thoroughly  satisfy me.  Maybe you were busy ogling his wonderful cock.  I couldn't  miss how hungrily you eyed it after I took his shorts down.  You truly  are a pathetic twisted sissy, Milly.  So, for starters, I'm going to keep calling you by that new name.  I only wish  there were some way to make you pay for a long time for the way you've  treated me, giving me a year of disappointing sex, assaulting Wanda and  Kenya, driving me to have to go to bed with Kendrick, and worst of all, hiding the fact that you're really nothing  but a kinky faggot freak."

"You know," Kendrick chimed  in placidly, "I have a position he could fill here at my gym.   We need a  new men's room attendant.  The old one's kind of wore out.  Have to  move him to a new location.  What do you think?"

"Well, he'd probably love being able to peek at all those big Black cocks at the urinals."

"He'd be doing more than just looking."

"You don't say."  Jenna's face lit up with perverse interest.  "Tell me more."

"I'll do better than that.  We can go there now and you'll see what the deal is."

She wore a devilish grin as she stepped to the door.  "Show me the way."

The five of us headed  for our destination.  I hated that I was still in my borrowed feminine  finery, cum in the pink panties, face made up and hair styled in that  trampy way.  When we got there I was stunned to see a small Caucasian guy, wearing only a sleeveless undershirt,  kneeling in the corner, his diminutive penis exposed.  His jaw was slack  and there was something white and creamy oozing out of his mouth.   Belatedly, I recognized him as the one white male I'd seen in the gym when we entered, which now seemed like so long ago.  

"What I can do," Kendrick  said, his arm around Jenna's shoulders, "is relocate this tired out one  to a bar I own.  My regulars there will be thrilled to have some fresh  meat to tenderize.  They do love to see how much further they can push a used, white boy, sex toy when I give  them one.  And your Milly, she can take over here."

What was he saying?  Why was  he referring to me as 'she'?  I had to say something, but the enormity  of everything that had already occurred left me mute.  One of the stall  doors opened and a very fit Black man emerged, wearing only a jock strap.

He looked at me and grinned  with evil intent.  "Holy crap," he exclaimed the Kendrick.  "I was  thinking of heading back to the locker room, getting a shower, and going  on home.  Your old bathroom boy is kind of broken down and hopeless.  It's not as much fun anymore to make him suck  me off.  And lick my balls.  And other stuff.  But now it looks like I  get another chance to bust a nut.  Is this one staying?"

"Could be," Kendrick allowed.  "As long as his wife here says yes."

The man winked as Jenna.   "You'd be doing a real public service, lady.  And it appears you  got hitched to one of them closet types, gets married to a beautiful  woman and later on his Missus finds out he's a secret pansy.  Deserves to be dumped in the john and left there, to be treated  to all the fun us dogs can think up for him.   I'll bet you'd even like  to see me feed him my Black firehose right now.  How about it?"

I flashed Jenna a pleading  look.  She couldn't abandon me to a horrible fate like that.  But to my  dismay she sneered at me, gave the waiting Black man a cheery thumbs-up,  and put herself alongside Kendrick, with one hand possessively on his hanging cock.  Wanda and Kenya, still  exotically naked, led me to the spot where the forlorn current attendant  knelt, kicked him roughly aside, and put me in his place.  The eager  Black man was already coming near.  He yanked down his jockstrap and produced a penis -- a cock -- even more massive than  Kendrick's.  

"Let's get to it, Mary  Mouth.  Them lipstick lips going to look real fine stretched out around  my meat.  Do it, fag, and don't you gag."

Numbly, I opened my mouth as  wide as I could.  The man was still waiting expectantly, so I took his  member with the fingers of both hands, and massaged it into full life.   It's size was astounding.  I stuck out my tongue and, feeling sick to my stomach, I licked experimentally under  the dark head.  He grunted approval and I proceeded to lap my way up  the underside of his shaft, enclose the knob in my mouth, suck it hard,  and swirl my tongue around the widest part.  He snorted happily and patted the top of my head.  For the next twenty  minutes I did everything I could to give him pleasure.  He told me to  say how much I liked what I was doing.

Swallowing some clear fluid  that had appeared at the tip of his cock, simultaneously swallowing the  dregs of my pride, I looked up at him, made myself pucker up, produce  a  kissing sound, and flash a seductive smile.  "You know I love this," I lied.  "Your cock is amazing.  It's so  huge.  Mine is tiny.  I could never satisfy my wife with it.  I guess  that's one reason I'm here now.  Because I have a joke between my legs  instead of what a real man has."  I got him as deeply as I could into my throat, further than I would have imagined  possible.  After I freed him I said, "Did you enjoy that?  I'm going to  make it my specialty.  Gulping down monstrous Black cocks, so that those  heavy Black balls are against my chin.  As much of that as I can get."  Where were those words coming from?  Why  was I unable to stop using a sweetly sissy voice?  What was happening  to me?  And how much further would it go if they followed through on  their threat and made me a regular bathroom boy?  What else would I be expected to do?

The others watched intently  as I prolonged his enjoyment, acted slavish, and was convincingly  effeminate.  I was close to swooning from humiliation.  At last I sensed  that he was close to shooting.  I backed off until only the end of his tool was in my mouth, suctioned spiritedly,  rubbed the shaft with both hands, and got him to blast his load.

He swore softly.  "Emptied my balls.  Good job.  Sissy knows her stuff.  I'll be a regular as long as this one's around."

Kendrick laughed.  "Tonight  I'll leave her here until closing.  That should be long enough to break  her down and make her behave.  And I'll tell the staff to lock her in  here when they close.  Staying until morning in the john really gets the message through to a new sissy.  And I can drop  the old one at my bar."  He told Jenna, "You can come along, baby.  The  one we're taking will be in the trunk, so he won't bother you.  And  once we get rid of him, the two of us can go upstairs to my apartment.  Spend the night.  How's that sound?"

"Terrific."  It was as if she had forgotten me.  "Especially if I can have some more of that incredible cock of yours."

"Not a problem.  Just give me a minute here to take a piss."  As he went  toward the urinals he snapped his fingers at me.  "Come here, white  boy.  I need somebody to hold my prick while I go."

On hands and knees, with  ejaculate at the corners of my mouth, knowing that everyone was watching  me, I went to him.  He grabbed his cock and stood there holding it.   When he eyed me I understood, took his organ and held it submissively, making sure I didn't grip it too firmly.  He  sighed and  a thick stream of urine began to shoot from his rod and into  the urinal.  It smelled strongly and there was a minor splash-back that  made me blink my eyes.  When he was done I gave his member a few quick shakes to remove any lingering drops.   Kendrick surprised me with a sudden sidekick that made me topple over  and sprawl on my side.  One hand went into the bottom of the urinal.  My  wife was viewing me with utter contempt.  I struggled to my feet and went to the sink to clean up but Wanda told me  not to dare do that.  She said that maybe they would have to tie my  wrists behind my back at closing time to keep me from washing myself...  or jerking off again.

As everyone left,  Kendrick had his hand on my bride's round bottom.  The white guy  stumbled along after them.  I leaned against the wall, trembling, too  scared to risk using the sink even though I was alone.  Before I could think further, two Black men entered.  They looked me  over.

"Good news.  A new bathroom sissy."

"Yeah.  See how frightened he is.  Just like a little white bunny."

"I like them this way.  Lipstick already smeared."

"Mascara runny from crying."  

"Pretty in pink."

"And ready for love.  Heh, heh."

The pair penned me in and  ordered me down onto my knees.  They lowered their flies.  Kendrick had  already trained my wife to crave big Black cock and was seeing to it  that I was trained to be a helpless sissy.  I freed two long Black shafts and held one in each hand, closing and  opening my fingers rhythmically, getting those men excited.  Another one  was coming through the door.  He saw me and grinned.  It was going to  be a long, long night, with many more like it to come.

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