My Cuckold Sissy Morning! By Throne (20 Pages) (Patreon)

My Cuckold Sissy Morning!

By Throne

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***

All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real.  The acts in the following written work are only consensual  sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.

Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities. 

MY CUCKOLD SISSY MORNING

by Throne

My wife Karen had changed what I wore to sleep in.  Previously she had favored short see-through nighties.  Now it was girly pajamas with short sleeves.  The pair I had on that morning were pink with cartoon circus animals all over them.  On my feet were big fuzzy slippers.  My blond hair -- lightened a few shades with dye -- was long enough that it could be put into short ponytails at either side of my head.  I hated the short PJs because they showed off my arms and legs, which were denuded of hair like the rest of my body.  But unlike what I had been wearing before, they did hide the shameful chastity device that imprisoned my penis.  They also covered the new breasts I was growing, thanks to hormone pills.  The bumps on my chest were still little A-cuppers, though with prominent nipples. 

Karen sat in the breakfast nook, in nothing but a short, red, belted robe that showed off her deep cleavage.  She was nibbling her bagel with cream cheese and had a dreamy look on her pretty face, most likely from the fantastic sex she'd had the evening before.  Her lover Davon had slept over and I dreaded his appearance in the kitchen once he woke.  I couldn't stop picturing them as they had been last night.  Both of them naked, him a lot taller than her, as they embraced.  My wife's lush figure and especially her wide protruding bottom.  Her bedmate's well developed physique.  Mostly what I saw in my mind's eye was the contrast between their complexions, her pale pink and his dark coffee.  I remembered them kissing passionately and how, when they stepped apart, his impressive cock was rigid.  She had stroked it with one hand, her fingers running up and down nine, thick inches. 

I stood there off to the side as she ate.  Without meaning too, I fidgeted around.  She gave me a critical look.

"What's the matter, Pinky?" she wanted to know.   That was my sissy name.  I used to be Peter but in our home that was no longer spoken. 

"It's nothing," I said in the wispy voice I was required to use.

"Now, now," she said with a caring tone that I was sure was false.  "Tell me.  I insist."

"It's just that I was smelling your coffee.  And it's really... fragrant."

"And?"

"Well, I know you don't like me to drink coffee.  You decided it gets me too agitated."

"We all know how emotional you can be.  Typical sissy personality."

"Yes, dear."

"But I can make an exception today.  After the incredible night Davon gave me, I'm feeling generous."

"Thank you," I said with genuine gratitude. 

When I moved toward the coffee maker, however, she stopped me with a sharply delivered, "No-no.  Come here.  You can have some of mine."

That didn't sound good.  There was no way Karen was going to let me drink from her mug, the one with the word BITCH on it in large letters.  She gestured for me to kneel alongside her.  Of course I did it, at once and without question.  My wife took a generous drink and held it in her mouth.  She swiveled toward me, bent closer, and cupper my chin in her plump hand.  When her thumb pressed against the corner of my mouth I automatically spread my jaws.  At that point it was obvious what she was going to do but she hesitated for just an extra few seconds to prolong my nervous anticipation.  Then she parted her full lips enough to let a thin stream dribble out.  It was well aimed and went directly into my waiting mouth.  Gradually she fed me the entire amount.  At the end she gathered up some saliva and dropped that to me as well. 

"There you go," she said with a sneering smile.  "Isn't it delicious?"

"Yes, darling."

Karen reached down to feel my chest with both hands.  She got them over my budding breasts and put her thumbs and forefingers on my nipples, through the material of my pajama top.  She knew how sensitive I was there and, as she began to roll the nubs, was rewarded with my groans.  The chastity did its job.  My dick tried to erect but was stymied.  Most of those cock locks include a short tube that accommodates the penis but doesn't let it grow.  Mine was more restrictive, compressing my organ until it was just a bump and containing it under a metal cup.  Any sort of arousal cost me plenty of discomfort.  That was what happened as she toyed with the ends of my modest boobs.  I squirmed my bottom and bit my lips. 

Suddenly a deep male voice said, "Playing with the sissy, babe?"

It was Davon.  I hadn't heard him coming.  Now he towered over me, his dark eyes looking down, wide mouth split in a toothy grin.  He was clean-shaven except for a patch of hair under his thick lower lip.  The big man got his bare foot between my legs and poked my testicles with his toe. 

He asked, "Are your balls sore from all the backed-up cum in them?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered respectfully. 

"Maybe we should let you jerk off.  Been a while since you were allowed to do that.  And the two of us could watch to make sure you do it right."

"Whatever you decide is best," I said, hoping that he might be lenient, but honestly not expecting it.

"Well, I'll think about that."  He went to my wife and stroked her hair.  "How's my angel feeling today?"

"Feeling well used and completely satisfied."

"So you won't want my cock today?"

She looked at him from under half-lowered lids, and said, "Of course I want it.  Today and every day.  I hate it when you have to go away on work and all I have is Pinky's tongue to get me off."

"Yeah, but when I'm here that tongue is good for getting you ready for playtime." 

He told me to get him coffee and a bagel with butter and apricot preserves.  My mouth watered just from thinking about what he was going to eat.  Karen told him about how she had given me a drink of coffee.  He said he was glad she was treating me well, because I needed energy for my housecleaning and other duties.  I carefully set his full mug in front of him.  He didn't bother to thank me.  They chatted about some people they knew while I prepared his bagel and then delivered it.  He took a bite, chewed slowly, and swallowed.  I was relieved that no complaints followed.  My mood sank as he snapped his fingers and indicated I should kneel by his chair.  Davon took another mouthful and chewed it well.  Without being told to I opened my jaws wide. 

Around what he had behind his lips, Davon said to Karen, "The pathetic little pansy can't have just coffee.  He needs something solid.  Or at least something all chewed up and mushy."

He leaned over and pushed everything out with his tongue, making the soggy mess land solidly in my mouth.  I gagged but did it quietly.  With one long thick finger he tapped the bottom of my jaw and made me shut my mouth.  Feeling sick to my stomach, I chewed the previously masticated food and forced myself to gulp it down. 

"Thank you, Sir," I choked out.

"My pleasure," he said.  "But I think there' something else for you to eat.  A special treat your hot wife and me mixed up last night.  And it's been in her oven, staying warm, since then.  How about if you get under the table, girl-stuff, and clean out her pussy before we have our morning slam?"

Karen chuckled maliciously.  "Yeah, Pinky Poo.  How about if you get your mouth busy on my snatch and make it all nice and clean for a real man to use?"

Having to eat another man's ejaculate out of your wife's body is about as low as a guy can sink.  Yet I had to do it whenever they had sex.  Usually I got it right away.  But this, after his seed was in her for so long, was something new.  I obediently put myself under the table.  Her robe was parted below the belt and, as she spread her thighs wide, I got a look at her pubes.  The dense blond hair was matted with Davon's dried spunk.  I knew there was more of it still inside her.  She had recently found an Q&A column in some women's magazine, where a reader had asked how long ejaculate stays in a woman.  The response was that it's there for about 24 hours and can come out at any time during that time.  Since then she had mentioned it to me more than once, always with a hint of a threat.  Now I was going to experience it for myself, not only having to lap her pubic hair clean and slurp up whatever residue was on her labia and the opening of her puss, but also try to suck out whatever lingered deeper inside. 

She inched her wide bottom forward on the chair to give me better access.  I got my lower face up against her femininity and began the exterior cleaning.  She conversed with Davon about possibly going shopping, as if nothing unusual was happening.  Then I had to lap at her entrance, which bore a coating of his thick slime.  She purred happily as I gave her clitoris a tongue bath.  Then I had to probe further, suctioning and swallowing.  All at once there was a gob of something, probably a mix of old cum and fresh sexual secretions, that slid onto my tongue.  I gagged it down and kept working.  When I returned to Karen's clitoris, she got more and more excited.  Knowing her, it was the combination of physical stimulation and the psychological thrill of demeaning me.  I got my hands on her full thighs and pressed my face more firmly against the targets, alternately sucking and licking.   She took  hold of my miniature ponytails.  There were the familiar mewls, rising in pitch, as she mounted toward an orgasm.  All at once she cried out and I found myself swallowing fresh fluids.  It didn't last long and ended with her sigh.

"Whew," she exclaimed.  "The sissy really got into that.  We'll have to make sure he gets more morning-after feedings, if he likes them so much."

I wanted to contradict her but didn't dare.  Instead I tongued her through a gentle afterglow.

Davon decided, "If the snowflake is into it that much, I should let him have the same kind of fun with me."

Karen exhaled loudly.  "You mean..."

"Sure.  Let him clean me up, too.  Why not?  And you'll save money on your water bill if I skip my shower."

A chill ran through me.  Surely he was kidding.  I was still under the table.  Looking back over my shoulder I saw that his robe, slate grey and longer than hers, was parted.  Davon's flaccid cock was still enviably long, its fat bell head adding to how much it frightened me as it lay on the seat between his muscular thighs. 

"I'm not worried about the water bill," she said.  "Pansy Pinky pays that, along with everything else.  But I would  love to see him polish your knob.  And made take a few more inches besides.  See if he can get past his gag reflex.  Maybe even end up with your big balls on his chin." 

"Sounds good.  I mean, only because it's what the fruity-boy wants.  But let's start him off slow.  Just have him work on the business end of my business.  Don't want to push him too far too soon."  I had a bad feeling that he didn't mean it and was possibly winking at her.  He told me, "Let's move it, Pinky.  You can start things off by kissing the insides of my thighs.  There's probably some dried up cream there and I know you want to get every bit of it that you can.  Come on, snowdrop.   Give that pussy a goodbye kiss and get on over here."

Taking his last words literally, I pressed my lips to Karen's moist labia and gave them an unhurried kiss.  The distinctive taste and smell of pussy filled my head.  Then I pivoted and crawled toward Davon, still not fully believing that this was happening.  My lips quivered.  I put them against the inside of one thigh and kissed.  As he predicted, the taste of his spunk was there.  Then I did the other side.  For several more minutes I delayed the inevitable, still hoping for a last minute reprieve.  But no such mercy coming.  I put my puckered lips to the tip of his imposing organ and planted a soft kiss on the cap. He chortled and told my bride what I had done. 

She said, "I've called Pinky a cocksucker, but I didn't actually think we'd turn him into one." 

Karen came to me and sat cross-legged, comfortable and with her hands free.  She put one on the back of my head and used the other to hold Davon's shaft.  When my wife pushed my head forward I opened wide and suddenly the sizable helmet was resting on my tongue.  What else could I do?  I closed my mouth and gave an experimental suck.  As the confident Black man said, he hadn't bothered to clean up after their bout of sex.  I was tasting his cum and her juices simultaneously, all of it rather sour from being there overnight.  It made my throat constrict and my eyes water, but I sucked again. 

My bride told me, "Are you running your tongue around the widest part?  You should be doing that.  It's called swirling.  And it will make Davon feel so good.  I know that's what you want.  To give pleasure to a true man like him.  It's just your sissy instincts at work."

Why were they treating me that way, pretending that this was what I desired?  I did as instructed, sliding my tongue around the periphery of his cockhead.  Then she had me use it on the underside, specifically on that narrow strip of tissue that she identified as the frenum.  Davon growled his approval.  Karen told me that these were the things she did to his cock when it was her giving the blowjob.  It devastated me to think that was what I was doing, giving his rampant Black cock a BJ.  She lifted his member so I could lick his balls.  Then she tested me to see how much of him I could accommodate.   She declared that I would need a lot of practice before I could deepthroat.  Even so, she had a solution.

"You concentrate on the head, Pinky.  I'll take care of this gloriously long shaft that I can't get my hand all the way around.  Oh, and another thing Miss Sissy.  Davon likes to hear you making sounds to show how much you're enjoying this.  Come on.   Give us an 'mmmmm'."

With my mouth stretched wide and my tongue in motion I was still able to produce that vocal effect.  Then she encouraged me to make some wet noises.  I back off enough that I could kiss the tip and then the underside, and in between smack my lips.  Davon guffawed.  I was being treated as a joke.  It was terribly humiliating.  Karen had her fingers wrapped partway around his impressive girth.  She set a slow stroking rhythm.  I took the fat mushroom back into my mouth. 

My wife asked her lover, "How's that, Davon?  While the sissy is making a meal of your knob, I'll pump you in slow motion.  We can really make this last a while.  You know, because that's what Pinky wants."

"Sounds perfect, Karen.  And because he's trying so hard to be a good little sissy, at the end I'm going to give him a big creamy dessert."

"And with just the end in his mouth, all that spunk isn't going to get shot right down his throat.  Nope.  Almost all of it can stay right where he wants it.   On his tongue.  So he can savor that salty taste.  Yum-yum."

Davon exhaled loudly through pursed lips.  He cautioned my wife, "You better loosen your grip there, you dirty-minded girl.  Otherwise I'm going to bust a nut way too soon.  Slow and steady is what Pinky wants.  Let's not disappoint our personal, pussy eating, cock gobbling pansy.  Damn, she's a quick learner.  The bitch just tried to get the tip of her tongue in my pee hole.  Holy crap."

Karen wanted him to tell her, "Are you leaking clear stuff yet, you big bastard?"

He chortled.  "Feels like it.  Giving Pinky an appetizer before the main dish.  Get your thumb on the bottom side of my Johnson, woman.  Milk out some of that sissy sauce."

She was happy to comply.  I tasted something and had to assume that her effort was successfully extracting pre-cum.  While my wife stroked him she used her other hand to unbutton my pajama top.  As she pulled the sides away from each other my modest boobs were revealed.  Then she fingered the receptive nipples, which soon had me panting around the intrusion of Davon's supersized cock.  We remained in that tableaux while she switched back and forth from one side of my soft hairless chest to the other.  Being under the table, I couldn't see Davon but it was easy to picture his amused and superior look.  He had my wife joining him in ruining my masculinity, or at least what was left of it.  Time seemed to slow as they continued at that reduced tempo, getting me overstimulated and keeping the manipulative Black man close to release but not taking him all the way.  I was suffering the pangs of frustration and he was enjoying the thrill of knowing he would get exactly what he craved.

Davon grunted and told Karen, "Okay, it's time.  Put me over the top, bitch."

She cooed at him.  My wife liked being talked to that way.  Her pace increased. 

Karen told me, "When he shoots his load, I don't want you gulping it all down, you greedy sissy.  Keep as much as you can in your mouth.  Understood?"

How could I answer?  I made an affirmative sound as best I was able.  Davon's hips were twitching so I sucked harder, rubbed my tongue forward and back on the underside of his straining cock,  and bobbed my head slightly.  It did the trick.  He snarled, took a deep breath, and blasted out his cream.  It hit the roof of my mouth and got all over my tongue, even puddling underneath.  I wanted to gag but managed to keep control, even as some of his spunk went down the back of my throat.  My bride kept going, getting every last drop out of him.  Minutes later he pulled free and wiped his cock on my cheeks, one and then the other. 

"Beautiful," Karen said gleefully.  "My weakling husband is now officially a cocksucker."  To me she said, "Let me get a couple fingers in your sissy mouth, Pinky." 

She pushed two digits between my lips.  I opened my jaws slightly without spilling any of the ooze flooding the interior.  Karen extracted her fingers, covered with his slime, and began to paint my face.  She went back in for more and got it all over my features, making sure to get some under my nose and even inside my nostrils. 

"All right," she concluded.  "You can swallow the rest now, dick licker."

I choked it down and winced.  My eyes were tearing up and my nose started to run.  The skin on my face was all sticky and the particular smell and taste of semen overwhelmed my nose and mouth. 

"Pretty damn good suck-off," Davon opined.  He turned sideways on the chair.  "Next time we can decorate his sissy mouth with way too much lipstick.  But right now I've got to take a leak."  He stood, pinched my ear, and hauled me to my feet, but didn't let me straighten all the way up.  "And you're coming with me, Pinky.  I have a special job for you."

I whimpered and got dragged along in that bent over position.  What horrific indignity was he going to inflict on me now?  My imagination ran riot.  I envisioned revolting acts.  Davon got me into the lavatory and forced me to my knees before releasing my sore ear.  I knelt there, looking up at the Black man, who was now the most menacing sight I could think of.  He used his foot to push me over on my right half, then shoved me with his heel to get my head in front of and to one side of the toilet.  Here it comes, I told myself.  The worst happening yet.

In desperation, I pleaded, "Please, Sir.  Don't do it."

"Don't do what?" he said, taking his cock in his hand.

"Please don't... you know... urinate on me."  I was close to a total breakdown and sounded like it.

"Why the freak would I want to do that?  I could get backsplash on myself.  Jeez.  You've got a sick mind to think of that."  Then he placed his bare sole on the side of my face.  "You're just here to be my footrest.  Hey, maybe we should legally change your name to that.  Pinky Footrest.  Hah."

I was so ashamed of my frightened behavior.  Davon began to empty his bladder, a strong stream going straight into the bowl and making a loud splashing.  Because of my chastity, I had to sit to pee.  The sound I made could be described as a tinkle.  My tormentor stepped back and shook the final drops off the end of his long member.  I swear that he intentionally got some on me.  It was hardly anything but the insult was deep and mortifying.  I lay there on the cold hard floor, pajama top open to show off my little tits, hairless limbs on display, face -- I was sure -- flushed from emotional distress.  At least my cock lock was covered.  I got up unsteadily and stood there with my lower lip protruding in an involuntary pout.  Davon smirked at me, shook his head, and walked away.  More than anything I wanted to brush my teeth and then stand under a hot shower.  That wasn't an option.  I followed him, silent except for a few sniffles. 

We got back to Karen, who looked comfortable and sexy at the same time, leaning back, not bothering to cover herself.  Davon clamped a big hand on the back of my neck and squeezed hard.

"The wuss thought I was going to take a leak on him, after I got him on the floor."

"If you want to give him a golden shower, he has to get into the bathtub.  Right?"

"Exactly.  He's not only a wimp but stupid too.  Plus he fell apart and started blubbering."

"Terrific," she said with a smile.  "Our plan worked.  We really broke him down, and in record time."

"So true.  Not only will neither of us ever think of him as a man again, even for a second, but he'll never be able to see himself as anything except what he is, which is a deep-dyed sissy."

I was stunned.  Their extreme behavior had been planned, at least to some degree.  They wanted to tear down my already damaged ego and had succeeded brilliantly.  It was true that from that moment on I would never be able to recover the manhood they had taken from me.  My self-image would always be of a wuss, a cuckold, a helpless nothing.

As if to reinforce that realization, Karen went on, "So now I just have to get him to sign a few papers, to put all our accounts in my name solely, do the same with the house and cars, and a few other legal details.  Plus there will be a post-nuptial agreement.  Like a prenup but done after you're married.  It will make it so, if I decide to dump Pinky, he'll get exactly nothing."  She told me, "A divorce will leave you flat broke, Miss Candy Ass.  So be very careful not to annoy or upset me."

"I will," I conceded meekly.

"We'll help you with that," Davon said as if he was my good friend.  "Between the two of us we'll make any decisions that come up for you.  Even small ones.  Soon you'll have trouble thinking for yourself at all.  We want you very dependent on us.  And why?  Just because it'll give us an added kick, on top of controlling your sex life and how you look.  Any questions?"  He paused for one beat before hitting me with, "Oh, wait.  I forgot.  You don't get to ask any questions."

"Now get out of those girly pajamas," my wife snapped at me.  "Let's see our soft smooth sissy in the buff.  I want a good look at the itty bitty chastity we squeezed your dick into."

"And those perky tits," Davon added. 

I hurried to get naked, then had to stand there awkwardly while they congratulated each other on my latest defeat with a deep kiss.  Davon's dark hands roamed freely all over Karen's zaftig, light pink body. 

Afterwards he came to me and ran his hand down my bare arm, from shoulder to elbow.  "You really are silky smooth.  Turn around.  Let's see what those hormones are doing for your soft ass.  Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.  Look at those cheeks.  They just beg to be spread, so your tight butt can get plowed.  Know what I mean?"

All I could choke out was, "Yes, Sir."  Did he really intend to rape my ass? 

"Right now, though," Karen interjected, "I have a job for you.  Go to the computer.  You're going to write down everything that just happened, in great detail.  A first person account.  Then it's getting sent to one of those freaks who writes kinky stuff for pervs like you.  He has some dopey on-line name, something like 'Thrown'.  Whatever.  He'll correct all the dumb mistakes you make and then publish it under his fake name.  It'll go up on some page called Fiction Fanatics or whatever.  Lots of weirdos like you, who get off on being mistreated and talked down to, will get to share the story of your new life.  Isn't that special?"

I nodded mutely.  There was no point in insisting that I didn't want any of what had happened to me.  Backtalk would just cost me punishment.

"Then," Davon picked up the thread, "at the end of the story, he's going to ask all his fellow freaks what else they think we might do to you.  Isn't that smart?  I bet we'll get a crapload of crazy ways to mess with your head... and body.  If they say to keep making your chest bumps bigger, we'll do that.  Make you sleep in the basement?  Why not?  Put an ad on some sex site inviting mean girls and horny guys to hook up with you?  Okay, so long as we can watch what happens when you get together."

"Aren't you excited, Pinky?"

"Uh... yes?"

They both laughed.  Davon put his arm around my wife and pulled her close to him.  She angled herself so her big bust was compressed against his chest.  They held onto each other and exchanged one more probing kiss.  He pawed her well upholstered rump.  I could only hope that anyone who responded to my story would keep their imagination in check and remember that whatever they said was very likely going to happen to me.