Workplace Woes! by Throne (60 Pages) (Patreon)

Workplace Woes!

By Throne

(Concept by Devin Dickie)

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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. 

WORKPLACE WOES

by Throne

Darwin Dickson went toward his boss' office with high hopes.  He thought Mr. Flanders liked him and might be giving him a promotion.  That would be fine because then he could tell his wife Sheila to quit her job.  It wasn't that he minded her working but as an executive assistant she earned more than him and, worse, as a sexy, big-busted blond she attracted too much male attention.  Darwin was sensitive to that because he was short, slender, and had a personality no one would mistake for macho.  As he entered the room, however, he got a nasty shock.  Mr. Flanders was giving him a critical look and, in one of the two chairs in front of the boss' desk, Tyrell Johnson was sitting.  Darwin had always been uncomfortable around his Black co-worker, who was tall and dressed exceptionally well. 

"Please," Mr. Flanders said in an unwelcoming tone, "sit down, Darwin."

The uneasy young man did as he was told.  His employer began immediately, outlining how Darwin had mismanaged the Ebon-Corp account.  It was an ambitious start-up that showed lots of potential.  But Darwin had displayed a smug and condescending attitude when he dealt with them in person or on the phone.  Darwin privately knew that it had been because he was uneasy around Black people and had allowed that feeling to show itself.  Then the account had received a huge infusion of investment cash and was poised to quadruple its size.  But because of Darwin, they had decided to find a different company to handle their needs.  It would have meant a staggering loss for Mr. Flanders' division.

"But we got lucky," the distinguished older man said.  In his three-piece suit and imported Italian necktie he was the picture of WASP success.  "Young Mr. Johnson here was following the account's progress, even though it wasn't one of his."  To the Black man he said, "Excellent work, Tyrell."  And to Darwin he explained, "He got my permission to talk to them and they agreed to stay with us.  So that's why we're giving it to him."

"B... but, Sir," Darwin managed to say, "that was... I mean once it expanded... would have been my biggest account by far."

"I know.  And now we had to take it away from you.  Which is why your services will no longer be required.  Please clean out your desk and leave the building.  Security is in your cubicle to escort you out.  They have other duties, so please don't take up too much of their time."

He was stunned.  As he walked numbly out of the room he glanced at Tyrell.  Was that a smirk of triumph on his dark face?  Or just a reflection of pleasure at the success he had earned.  The former possibility stuck in Darwin's mind.  He got his few personal possessions out of his workspace and put them into the cardboard box provided by a uniformed security officer.  The box had been used to deliver Chinese take-out and had an odor clinging to it.  As Darwin was being led to the elevator, Tyrell was approaching, bringing some of his own belongings to the now available space.  Darwin made a sour face at him.  Tyrell's expression was inscrutable but, again, Darwin took it as something negative. 

The fired employee went to the parking garage, got into his car, and started for home.  He thought about his wife Sheila and how this would affect her.  Most importantly to him, it meant that she would have to stay at her job, surrounded by men who were all too aware of her desirability.  Darwin got back to their two- bedroom suburban home and put the box in his home office.  He sat in front of the TV and mindlessly watched some reality show.  His wife arrived shortly and noticed his upset at once.

"What's the matter, honey?" she said with concern. 

Sheila had on a pretty dress and nice heels with ankle straps.  Her blond hair was pulled back into a neat bun.  But all Darwin could see was how tightly the dress fitted across her full bust and how well the high hemline showed off her shapely legs. 

Sounding miserable, he told her, "I lost my job.  For no good reason at all.  They gave it to a young Black guy.  If you can believe that."

She sat alongside him on the sofa and put a consoling arm around him.  "You'll find something else, baby.  I know you will."

"I guess.  But the story about what I did... I mean, what they think I did... will be all over town.  You wouldn't believe how fast news travels in the business world."

"Actually, I would," she informed him, slightly less sympathetic now.  "I DO work in that world."

"I know, but you're just a secretary and..."

"Executive secretary," she corrected.  "And since my recent promotion, and the raise that came with it, I make enough for us to get by on.  So that'll give you time to check the job market."  She rubbed his shoulder and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.  "I believe in you, Darwin."

"I know.  It's just..."  He was still obsessing over how that new Black guy had stolen his job.  "It'll be okay.  I'll get something soon."  And then, to make himself feel more like he was the man of the house, he added, "And then maybe you can quit whatever you're doing and be able to stay home."

"Well, we'll see about that."

Over the next few weeks it became clear that Darwin's options were limited.  Details about how he had lost a lucrative account that had then been rescued by a fresh young newcomer had spread everywhere.  The only offers he got were to start over at the bottom, at a fraction of his former pay, which his male pride wouldn't allow him to do.  His wife's patience was growing thin, not so much because of his lack of success, but from his prickly attitude. 

After another week of lazing around the house, he decided to take her out to lunch one afternoon.  He would go to her office and let all the guys there see that he still commanded her respect and devotion.  Instead of letting her know he was coming, and having to depend on her to agree, he decided to simply show up.  That was the way to get it done.

When he arrived at the front desk he was confronted by a Black receptionist.  She was attractive in a trim, high-cheekbones way, with her hair natural and short.  She gave him a polite smile and asked how she might help him.  When he said he was there to see Sheila, she gave him a blank look.  Her eyebrows went up questioningly. 

He realized the problem and clarified, "I'm here to see Mrs. Dickson."

"Of course.  Do you have an appointment?"

"I... " He controlled his temper.  "I'm her husband." 

"And is she expecting you?"

"She's... no.  I'm surprising her."

The young woman grew serious.  "I see.  Surprising her.  One moment."  She pressed a button and said, "There's a Mr. Dickson here to see Ms. Dickson.  Oh?  Yes.  Thank you."  To Darwin she said, "She's in a meeting.  If you'd like to have a seat?"

"I could go in and..."

"Sir?"

"I... I'll have a seat." 

He went and plopped himself down in one of the comfortable expensive chairs provided.  Darwin picked up a magazine and flipped it open, but didn't read anything.  After his irritation had simmered for nearly a half hour, the receptionist told him he could go in and gave him directions to the correct office.  He went where she had told him and found himself in front of a wooden door with a pane of frosted glass in it.  Across the glass in gold letters was the name Miles Kirk and, under that, Executive Supervisor.  Not sure if he had followed the directions correctly, Darwin gave a light knock.  Being there was bringing back memories of the job he had lost.

The door was opened... by his wife.  She gave him a puzzled expression and said, "Darwin?  Is everything all right?"

"I... what?  Yes.  Everything's fine.  I just... I came to take you to lunch."

"Why didn't you call first?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise."  She sighed and turned to look behind her.  "Mr. Kirk, it's my husband.  May he come in?"

"Of course," said a cheerful voice.

But when Darwin got into the spacious room, with its impressive furnishings, he found himself confronting a Black man behind a large desk.

Mr. Kirk said pleasantly, "So nice to finally meet you, Devin."

"Actually, it's... Darwin."

"Certainly.  Sheila has mentioned you often.  Sorry to hear about that trouble you had at your previous job.  How's that all working out?"

"I sort of have some feelers out.  Expecting a callback or two pretty soon."  He nodded to himself.  "Feeling good about it."  He didn't sound that way.

"Well, fine.  Did you just need to ask Sheila something?  I thought I heard you mention lunch."

"Yes, I'm taking her out."

His wife broke in with, "I've already had lunch, dear.  We knew our meeting might run long so the company bought us a lovely meal beforehand.  I'm sorry."

"Oh."  He stood there awkwardly.  For some reason, Mr. Kirk's relaxed attitude bothered him.  What was he doing with Sheila in his office, with that frosted glass that no one could see through?  He said petulantly to his bride, "Well, maybe you could just have a drink with me."

"I can't... dear."  She was beginning to sound impatient, like she was talking to a difficult child.  "We're doing follow-up on that meeting.  It's very important.  We're, well, working in conjunction with your former employer to handle it."

He said, "What's so important that you can't go out with me for one lousy drink?"  He realized that he had raised his voice and got himself mostly back under control.

Mr. Kirk, who was at least ten years older than himself and much more dignified, said, "Excuse us, but what's important is that we've been called in to assist with the Ebon Corp account."  He smiled.  "With their expansion it's gotten too diverse for them to handle unassisted.  That's why I'm involved, along with your wife, and some of our staff.  In fact, I was just about to tell her -- and I'm sure you'll be glad to hear this -- that she'll be receiving a significant increase in pay and the opportunity to earn a handsome bonus.  She's invaluable.  Much more than a secretary, or even an executive secretary."

Instead of asserting his position as husband, the way he'd planned, Darwin felt like he'd been demoted a few levels.  He was more upset than before.  He muttered something about seeing his wife at home, turned, and grabbed the door's knob.  Because he turned it the wrong way, it didn't work.  He fought with it before he got it right and, his face flushing red, stormed out onto the main work floor.  As he got to the first cubicle he saw a good looking young man inside.  Darwin halted, gave him a challenging look, and then realized he had no reason to say anything to him.  Instead, he resumed walking and, after becoming briefly turned in the wrong direction, he got back to the reception area and headed for the exit.

The receptionist said, "Have a nice day, Sir."

He threw her a dirty look and mumbled something under his breath.  She drew back and, after he was gone, shook her head. 

Sheila apologized to Mr. Kirk.  She said, "He's been this way since he got himself fired, Miles.  I don't know what to do.  What he did was sort of... racial."

"I heard," he told her.  "About him losing his position to a younger Black man.  But it didn't sound like it was about race."

"Not exactly.  It was about Darwin's bad attitude toward Ebon Corp.  But it was partly about race."  She held up her hands.  "And he's just gone downhill from there.  I think people have been able to hear it in his voice when he called about getting interviews."  She shrugged.  "I wish there was something I could do.  Or some way I could relieve the stress I've been feeling."

He said, "Well, Sheila, I'm always here for you.  After we do that follow-up, how about if I take you out for a drink?  I promise that it will be very low key and relaxing."

She appeared grateful.  "I'd appreciate that, Miles.  And thanks for the good news about my raise.  That certainly helps.  At least now I won't have to worry so much about Darwin finding work right away."

"Good.  In fact, if you get the bonus, I imagine you'll be making more than enough to run your household alone.  But for right now I have to make a call.  It's to a bright fellow you'll be interacting with.  His name is..."  He checked his computer screen.  "... Tyrell Johnson."

Later they had that drink and it went very well for both of them.  Miles made some subtle remarks that let her know he was open for a much deeper friendship.  She was flattered but not ready for that.  Still, she made it clear that she appreciated the attention he was paying her. 

That evening Sheila came home with an aura of calm around her.  She mentioned that Mr. Kirk had taken her out for a drink and Darwin didn't handle it well.  He drew into himself.  She tried to sooth him but he was distant.  Sheila even invited him to bed, with sex in mind.  Their love life had been almost non-existent since his firing.  Once or twice a week, at bedtime, he would climb on top of her and spend a few minutes getting his release.  Sex hadn't been very good even before that.  He had a really small penis and couldn't keep himself from finishing prematurely.  She had always been forgiving, telling herself that his lack of ability to please her was just something she had to accept.  But now, combined with his grumpy behavior and continued unemployment, it was getting to be too much.  When he refused her offer of lovemaking it hit her hard.  The last of her sympathy for him was fading away.

So it was that, two days later, when she had a personal meeting with Tyrell Johnson, she was more than receptive to how bright and handsome he was.  She was the same height as her husband, taller than him if she wore heels, but this gorgeous guy towered over her.  And it appeared that under his tailored jacket and slacks he was rather athletic, unlike Darwin whose physique was undeveloped.  They had a good meeting and kept making eye contact, which felt close to intimate to her.  By the end she could feel perspiration between her big breasts and dampness at the juncture of her legs. 

As he was getting up to leave she said, "I look forward to seeing you again."

He gauged the intent of her words and said playfully, "I'd like to see more of you, too."

That won him a smile and the hint of a blush.  He grinned at her, came over to her desk, and put his large hands on the edge, leaning toward her.  Tyrell suggested, "We could eliminate the waiting between now and the next time if you let me take you out for a drink.  There's a quiet place about a block from here, if you don't mind walking."

"That would be fine," she said, speaking slowly so she wouldn't choke up with emotions.  "I'd be happy to take a walk with you."

They went and had their drink.  The place was dimly lit.  Along with glasses of white wine they shared a shrimp cocktail.  Tyrell spoke knowledgably about the history of the eatery where they were, then moved on to his love for the city.  She spoke about how she loved the clubs but that her husband didn't like them.  That was when Tyrell inquired gently whether she was married to Darwin Dickson.  She replied hesitantly, then began to pour out her heart to him.  By the end she had extended her hand across the table and his was atop it.  Now when their eyes met, with no more business talk transpiring, there was deep longing in her gaze and powerful male desire in his.  By the time they had finished their second glasses of wine she knew she wanted to go to bed with Tyrell.

He offered her a ride home and, as soon as they were at his car, in the privacy of the parking garage, she opened her arms to him.  He embraced her tenderly, not forcing himself on her, and she tilted back her head, closed her blue eyes, and parted her lips.  He brought his lips to hers.  The first kiss was tender.  The second was fierce.

In a breathy voice she asked, "Is your place nearby?"

"Five minutes," he said.  "Unless there's traffic."

"Then I hope there's no traffic."

She kissed him again and ran her hands over his muscular back.  His hands slid lower to clutch her round protruding bottom cheeks. 

Tyrell said, "You are so sexy, woman."

"And you are driving me crazy.  I want you Tyrell.  So much."  She took a breath and confessed, "My husband's kind of a dud in bed."

He gave her a lopsided smile.  "Sort of a non-starter in the sex department?"

She laughed.  It was such a relief to have it out in the open.  "A complete non-starter.  And then he finishes too quickly.  Way too quickly.  And..."  Well, why not just say it?  "... he has a baby-sized dick."

Tyrell took her wrist and moved her hand to his crotch.  When she felt what was waiting there she gasped.  Her fingers closed gently on the huge bulge.  He moved her hand back to her side and told her he would give her what she wanted once they were in his apartment.   She kissed him once more, with passion that had gone untapped until then, and they got into the car and drove off.  There wasn't much traffic.

In his apartment she had the best sex of her life.  His cock was a monster.  Seven inches soft and nine hard.  What was Darwin's?   Four and not big around.  Her spouse didn't even have enough to make her feel full during intercourse, not that it lasted long enough for her to enjoy it if he did.  But Tyrell, after romantically undressing her and guiding her through thrilling foreplay, made her feel like a complete woman.   Along with his long thick cock he had expert technique and incredible staying power.  She had never had an orgasm with Darwin.  She had three with Tyrell their first time. 

When they were done she promised herself that there would be many more encounters like this one.  And that Darwin would pay for his past neglect of her needs.  He had always felt revulsion when she suggested he perform orally on her, even though she had done it for him many times.   Yes, Darwin had a heavy debt to settle.  And she was beginning to see how she might be able to make him settle it. 

When she got home, Sheila casually mentioned that Mr. Kirk might need her to start doing some overtime.  Of course, she had called her boss on his cell, before she left Tyrell's place, and told him that she might need a frequent excuse for getting home late.  He was enough of a gentleman not to ask why.  At the same time he was thoughtful about the fact that she hadn't responded more to his mild overtures and, presumably, found someone else, probably that young buck Tyrell.  He assured her that he would back her up, and encouraged her to ask him for anything else she needed.  Sheila thanked him warmly for that.  He made a mental note to keep an eye on the situation and see if there was another opportunity for himself later.

Hearing the OT remark, Darwin got petulant.  He mentioned how she might not be able to prepare his dinners on those days and she told him politely but firmly that he could always microwave something frozen.  He didn't take that well but decided not to make any more fuss.  It had been a few nights since they had sex and he was in the mood again.  He smiled to himself when she wasn't looking.  The idea of being on top of her, of getting what he wanted, made him feel in control again.  When the time came she had put on an especially sexy and short nighty.  He was nearly salivating at how inviting she looked.

But when he hugged her she said, "Darling, I'm sorry.  I had a busy day at the office.  You were home relaxing.  So how about if we save this..."  She reached down between them and gave his underdeveloped penis a squeeze.  "... for another night."

He was deeply disappointed but didn't have a good comeback.  After all, she was the only one with a job.  And earned so much.  He sighed and got into bed.  It had felt wonderful to have her grab him that way, but now he was horny.  He lay there on his side and, to make his situation worse, she spooned up against his back and snuggled.  Sheila even reached around to playfully toy with his nipples as she kissed the back of his neck.  Five minutes later, when she moved away, he was impossibly horny.  He waited until he heard her breathing softly, apparently asleep, before he dared to get his hand on his dick.  He gave it a few squeezes and even risked stroking it in slow motion.  It felt so good.

Darwin was lying there quietly playing with himself, confident that she wouldn't even be aware of it, when she suddenly touched the back of his moving hand.  He froze.  She felt around and detected his erection, massaged it lightly, and chuckled.

Sheila whispered, "You're being naughty, dearest.  If you prefer to handle your needs that way, I might have to cut you off from regular sex.  To earn your privileges back, you'd have to do whatever I want in bed.  Maybe even start using your tongue to get me off."  She giggled.  "Think about that."

He was too shaken up to react.  She had caught him wanking like a naughty boy, in bed, next to her.  And she was still manipulating his dick.  In spite of himself he groaned out loud.

She quietly said, "Be careful not to finish, sweetheart.  You know it takes you a while after that to be ready again.  When I'm ready to go, you don't want to let me down." 

After another two minutes of driving him to distraction with her skilled fingers, she stopped and turned away.  Now he was totally aroused, with no acceptable way to gain relief.  He forced himself to breath slowly and eventually his hard-on went away.  It took him another hour after that before he could get to sleep.

The next morning when he got up she was already gone.  There was a note that said, 'Tonight... maybe'  He stared at it, remembering the evening before, his crotch tingling.  Darwin made a few phone calls during the afternoon, trying to find work, but with no luck.  He went on line to hunt for jobs but ended up staring at porn, which got his sex drive revved up again.  Finally, he remembered to do some straightening up around the house.  Soon after that he got a call from his wife.  In her most sugary voice she let him know that she was going to be working overtime and didn't know how long she would be.

"Just take care of dinner for yourself," she advised him.  "A couple of us will probably being going up the street from the office for a bite.  I'll see you when I get home."

Before he could think of anything to say she gave him a loud phone kiss and hung up.  He stood there blinking.  Then he went and sat back down in front of the TV.  A commercial for cosmetics came on, one he had seen before, but now he noticed how attractive all the models were.  Really noticed.  His hand went to the juncture of his legs and he rubbed himself there.  He thought about her note.  'Tonight... maybe'.  He liked the tonight part but was afraid of that maybe. 

Sheila actually did work some overtime, but only about fifteen minutes.  Mr. Kirk assured her she would be paid for several hours worth.  That was when Tyrell arrived to pick her up.  The boss saw what was happening but didn't comment.  As the couple departed he gave them a conspiratorial smile.  Sheila smiled back.  The young Black man took her to an upscale restaurant for a glass of wine and some trendy appetizers.  He told her they shouldn't eat too much before they went to his place.  She reached under the table to give his thigh a squeeze. 

As soon as they got to his apartment and the door was closed, they began kissing, at the same time starting to undress each other.  There was a trail of discarded clothing behind them by the time they reached the bed.  Once they hit the mattress, Tyrell got Sheila to slow down.  He ran his hands over her desirable body and kissed her passionately.  His mouth lingered on her magnificent breasts before moving back to her lips.  She sighed and squirmed and returned his enthusiasm.  After plenty of foreplay they got on to the main event.  Tyrell once again proved that he was an expert and  physically qualified lover.  Sheila was less passive than during their first encounter.  Now she met his thrusts with complementary action of her own hips.  By the time they were done both of them were deeply satisfied. 

After they had come down from their sexual high, she began to talk about Darwin and how she was eroding his male confidence.  Tyrell suggested that she begin to drop hints about the affair they were having.  At first the idea scared her but then he explained that, so long as she just led her husband's thoughts where she wanted them to go, but never said anything definite, the cuckold would worry endlessly but never have anything definite enough to act on. 

"Right," she agreed.  "And if I keep getting him heated up and then postponing sex, he'll really be a mess.  It's easy to make him finish too soon and I can use that to make him feel incompetent in bed.  Who knows?  Maybe I can even guilt him into eating pussy."

Tyrell laughed.  "Sounds good.  And be sure to make everything sound like it's his fault.  Once he starts to take the blame, that will get to be self-perpetuating.  After a while, you'll be able to play all sorts of games with his head."

She laughed.  "If it works out, I'll be playing games with his head while he's giving head."  Sheila gave her bed partner a soulful kiss.  "I can't tell you how extreme the difference is between that little pee pee he's got and that anaconda between your legs.  I love the way it looks when my white fingers are wrapped around your black cock.  It's a thrill to feel how it fills my hand."

"Yeah," he said and nodded.  "And how it fills something else."

When she got home that evening, Darwin was sulking as he cleaned up after eating a frozen dinner.  She casually mentioned that her overtime was keeping their bank account robust and that there might be more than one hefty bonus in her future.  He didn't have an answer for that.  His lack of earning power was making him feel inadequate.  She switched tactics, soothing him.

"It's alright, honey.  The important thing is that I'm keeping us in good financial shape.  Even better than before, if things keep going the way they have been.  In fact, if you're talking to Mr. Kirk anytime, make sure to thank him for the opportunities he's giving me.  And especially the overtime."

That stung him.  Her OT was upsetting him because it increased her earning power.  And kept her out of the house, leaving him to fend for himself.  And he certainly did not want to thank her Black boss.  But what could he say?  His job search kept hitting dead ends. 

Still using her sympathetic tone she went on, "And now that I'm doing better, you can consider taking a position with lower pay.  I mean, at least to start with."  She was struck with another inspiration.  "And in the meantime, I really appreciate you doing all you can to help around the house."  She let that sink in for a moment before adding, "And if you get a chance to clean the bathroom, it could use a good top-to-bottom."  She made an air kiss six inches from his cheeks.  "You're a great housework helper."

Despite her positive tone, the way she said those things somehow made him feel worse.  She could see the effect her strategy was having and decided to double up on him by playing the sex card at the same time.  Sheila went to her husband and put her arms around him.  She gently kissed his ear and then the tip of his nose.  Before he could do anything similar to her, she let go, stepped away, and turned her back.

"Honey," she said sweetly, "could you unzip me?  I need to get undressed."  As he helped her she did nothing to dissuade him from hoping that this was the first step toward a visit to the bedroom.  But then she mentioned, "And I don't suppose you made anything I could have for dinner?  No?  That's okay.  I'll take care of it myself."

She sauntered off, giving him an eyeful of her swaying bottom.  He felt incompetent.  And horny.  Sheila had a leisurely dinner.  When he came into the room she asked for his opinion on a possible deal Ebon Corp was thinking of making.  It involved huge amounts of money and he was staggered by the knowledge of what it could do for her career.  He answered carefully, afraid to say too much about such an important business step.  What if he caused problems, the way he had during his own contacts with that burgeoning company?  After he had mumbled two sentences, his wife gave her own opinions, which were articulate and, he had to admit to himself, brilliant.  He doubted that he could ever come up with ideas as good as those.

Close to bedtime, she slipped into a baby doll nighty, a very short one that he had never seen before.  She winked at him, led him to the bedroom, and had him undress completely.  Then, instead of inviting into bed with her, she sat on the edge of the mattress and had him stand in front of her.  Sheila toyed with Darwin's nipples to get him hard, then began to slowly stroke his little prick.

She said seductively, "You really liked it the other night, when I played with your dick.  Didn't you, baby?"

He sighed.  "Yes.  It was fantastic.  But now..."

Sheila cut him off with, "And it was more fun having me do it than when you were jerking yourself off.  Wasn't it?"

He didn't like her saying that, but by then he desperately didn't want her to stop pumping him.  So he told her, "Yes, dear.  You're so..."  (gasp)  "... good at it."

She chuckled.  "And I like doing it for you baby.  I could just go on and on this way."

"It feels incredible.  But maybe we could..."

Again she interrupted.  "And maybe I could do other nice things for you.  Hmmm?"  She blew lightly on the head of his tiny dick.  "Would you like that?"

He was breathing deeply.  "Yessss.  Please."

"Sure, honey."  She added playfully, "But only if you promise to do the same for me."

When he didn't respond at once she moved her head forward and flicked her tongue against the tapering tip of his miniature penis.  He whimpered and assured her, "Whatever you want.  Just... don't... stop."

"Whatever I want?  Promise?"

"Yes.  Please."

"You have to say it, lover.  Tell me you promise..."  She licked the underside of his cock's head.  "... you promise to lick me like I'm licking you."

"I... promise."

"To do what?"

"To... lick you."

"To lick me where?"

"To lick you between the legs.  To lick your snatch."  The words came tumbling out of his mouth.  He just wanted more of what he was getting.

"Sure, sweetheart."  She sucked the knob for a few seconds, knowing that she was bringing him close to the edge.  Then she withdrew her mouth and resumed just wanking him.  He shuddered and closed his eyes.  She got her free hand under the end of his member and angled her palm where it needed to be.  "This is SO much fun, Darwin darling.  I just can't stop myself."

She pumped him slightly faster, just enough for him to pass the tipping point, and he was suddenly gulping down breaths, eyes wide in alarm.  He didn't want to finish before she could use her mouth.  His wife moved her thumb up and down under the crown of his cock to add extra stimulation and it did the trick.  All at once he was spurting into her waiting other hand.  She felt his hot semen making a small puddle in her palm.  Sheila milked him thoroughly.  In her mind she was comparing the way it felt holding him to what it was like doing the same with her lover.   When she was sure he was done she laid back, being careful not to spill the mess in her hand. 

"Time to fulfill your promise, big boy."  She parted her legs wide.  "Do you know how to do it or do I have to give you instructions?"

He didn't like her talking to him that way but she had gotten him to make a promise and he had to follow through.  Damn it.  He honestly didn't want to use his mouth on her down there.  But he was stuck.  So he got into position and gave a few tentative licks, letting just he tip of his tongue touch her pussy lips.  He could smell her feminine scent.  He could taste her.  Darwin closed his eyes and got busy.  He hated every second of it.  And she did have to give him directions.  As he was alternately probing with his tongue and sucking her clit, she casually put her messy hand on the back of his head.  Not only was she able to hold him in place but she was getting his spunk all over his hair.  She made sure to spread it around.

Sheila's instructions included plenty of orders to not rush.  She kept her novice pussy-eater where he was for nearly a half hour before she allowed him to put her over the top.  Darwin's wife had a fulfilling orgasm and clamped her thighs against the sides of his head, making him stay where he was while she gradually came down from her peak.  When she freed him his face was flushed and sheened with perspiration.  It took an effort for her to keep from laughing at him. 

"Very good," she assured him.  "Though I'm sure you'll get even better with practice."

He made a sour face but didn't protest.  Darwin just muttered, "I guess so."

His wife taunted, "Do you mind if I tell some of the girls in the office about your new skills?"  She smiled to show him that she was simply joking.  But then she couldn't resist adding, "And maybe a few of the guys."

After that she continued her affair with Tyrell, working plenty of 'overtime' at his apartment.  She continued to use her hand on her husband, always being cute about what she was doing, but always making sure he finished before they could move on to real sex.  And she kept kidding with him about how well he responded to her manual manipulations.  Then he had to lap her pussy until she had one or more climaxes.  She always lauded him for his talent in doing that, and reinforced the idea that this was a delightful way for them to conduct their sex life.  Sheila always made sure to finish with some casual remark about how he came so soon every time and then, as if that didn't demoralize him enough, to remind him that he had the same problem before, back when he was still penetrating her.

When they were together out of the bedroom, her psychological warfare against his ego was still going on.  She loved to make offhand remarks about the guys at work and how they flirted with her.  She would think out loud about wearing something extra sexy every Friday as a special treat for them.  And then, when Darwin was sufficiently upset, she would conclude with something about Tyrell, how pleasant he was, how well they worked together, and what success he was having.  She was always careful, naturally, to phrase everything in ways that her husband couldn't object to, even though she was using the well chosen words to rob him of his manhood.

For three more months her trysts with Tyrell thrilled her.  She continued to refer to him fondly, coming close to the truth but being cautious not to reveal too much.  Darwin was in a state of perpetual worry and bottled up anger.  And, as Tyrell had predicted, the cycle had become self-perpetuating.  He was tormenting himself worse than she ever could have.  And he was still unemployed.  But at the end of those 12 weeks of fantastic sex, the demands of big business reared their ugly head and Tyrell got a transfer, one that he couldn't refuse, to another city.  Sheila was mad and took it out on her husband, becoming more critical of him and his jobless state, his underperformance in bed, and even his housecleaning. 

But the Fates still had more threads to weave into their ongoing tapestry.  The day after Tyrell left, Miles Kirk was at Sheila's side to console her.  Consolation quickly led to drinks and hand holding and, by the end of the week, she knew she wanted her boss as her new lover.  He made it clear, by the way he kissed her in the privacy of his office, behind that frosted glass panel that Darwin had disliked, that he shared her interest.  They agreed that she should receive a full evening of overtime so the two of them could visit Mr. Kirk's nearby luxury penthouse and consummate their relationship.

She was ecstatic to discover that he had an endowment equal to Tyrell's and, being older, was an even more accomplished partner in bed.  They were lying together on top of the sheet, their third time together, having just shared amazingly fine sex, when her boss made an announcement.

He told her, "I have a solution to your husband's job problem."

"You found someone who will hire no-dick Darwin?"

"I have.  Me."

She pouted at him.  "Why?  I like having him unemployable.  It makes it that much easier for me to run his life.  And make him feel worthless."

"I understand, girl."  He took her hand and put it on his massive cock, which was already semi-hard again.  That settled her right down and he went on, "How about if I give him a job with my company, except that he has to start at entry level.  Well, actually, at basement level.  Like running errands, serving coffee, emptying trash cans, and all that.  Plus, now that Ebon Corp has offices in our building, I'd tell him I don't have enough for him to do and that I have to loan him to them sometimes."

Her eyes lit up.  "And most of their staff is Black, so he'd be half out of his mind from having to kowtow to all of them." 

"I know," Miles said with a smirk.  "And if somebody were to suggest to the ladies that it might be fun to get flirty with him, and lead him on that way, he'd be distracted all the time and horny as hell."

She laughed and gave his big cock a squeeze, feeling it enlarge a bit more.  Sheila slid down and began to pleasure it with her eager mouth.  Between licking and sucking and kissing it, she told him, "That would be (slurp) so funny.  I would love to see him (suck, suck) chasing around on fool's errands.  And (smooch) being given the most menial jobs anybody can think of.  (gulp.  gag.  squish, squish, squish)  But first I'd make him swear that he would stick with it and not add another failure to his work history.  So that way he would have to stay (gobble.  glug.  swallow.  swallow.  swallow.) no matter how horrible we made it for him."  She took a few breaths after all that oral action.  "Damn, Miles, you put out so much cream!"

They had that Black receptionist, the one who had irked Darwin when he attempted to surprise his wife for lunch previously, call him about an interview.  When he told Sheila about it and questioned her, she feigned ignorance.  But she did mention that she had submitted his name to someone as a possible new hire, starting at the bottom.   He was far from thrilled about the offer but also in no position to decline it.  While he was still processing the information, his wife got serious and talked to him about how he couldn't afford to lose this chance.

"I'm thinking about the future, Darwin.  About your ability to get work anywhere.  If you have such a long period of unemployment and then you screw up again, well, you might never be able to bounce back from that.  So what you need to do is make a  promise to yourself that you won't quit this job, even if there are some bumps in the road along the way.  In fact, why don't you just make that promise to me?  Right now?"

So he did, though with limited enthusiasm.  He ended with, "I'm doing this for you."

"You're doing it for us," she corrected.  "And for our lives together.  Besides," she reminded him encouragingly, "look how well I've done with the company.  Why, a year from now, imagine where you might be."

"That's true," he said, taking the bait.  "A year from now I could be back on top again."

"Exactly.  Let's make that your goal.  On top in 12 months."

Darwin went to the interview.  They had a Black woman named Kenya from Human Resources conduct it.  She was somewhat overweight, with plenty of fullness in her bust and hips and thighs, and especially her bottom.  She had plump lips and wore her hair natural and in short braids.  He found her appearance unsettling.  Why should she being asking questions to him?  But he reminded himself of the one-year plan, swallowed his pride, and got through the process.  She said they would let him know within a week.  Of course, Mr. Kirk kept him on tenterhooks for the full time before summoning him in for a final discussion.

The receptionist kept him waiting and, when he finally reached Mr. Kirk's office, Sheila was there and acting very distant toward her husband.  Darwin figured her attitude was just being professional, so he accepted it. 

"We've decided to hire you," Mr. Kirk began.  He allowed Darwin a few seconds to smile and relax.  Then he went on, "But there are some matters to discuss before we finalize this.  The thing is, with your record, we have to proceed slowly and with care.  So we would be taking you on as a new start and..."  He paused for effect, looking at Darwin and relishing the fact that this was the man whose wife he was banging.  "... you would have to begin at the lowest level."  Darwin's hopes fell visibly.  "And to maintain office decorum, that would include you addressing everyone correctly.  They would be 'Ma'am' and 'Sir'.  When you're with myself and my executive assistant..."  He noted the confusion on Darwin's face and explained.  "... who I am in the process of promoting from executive secretary, you will address us as Mr. Kirk and Ms. Dickson."

"B... but, she's my... w... wife and..."

Sheila snapped at him, calm but authoritative, "You WILL address me as Ms. Dickson."

Her husband stood there, mute, and finally hung his head and said in a small voice, "Yes, Ma'am, Ms. Dickson."

"In addition," she continued, "you will treat me with utmost deference.  You will not speak to me unless spoken to and will require permission from me before taking any actions in my presence.  Understood?"

It sounded crazy but he decided he had no other option.  They could leave him without hope of ever getting another job in his own field.  And he didn't have any training in another area.  So he would just carry on and by the end of the year be far from where Miles... or rather, Mr. Kirk... was allowing him to start. 

Darwin nodded and told his wife meekly, "Yes, Ms. Dickson.  Thank you, Ms. Dickson." 

"Good," she said.  "Now get me a cup of coffee from the break room.  One cream, no sugar.  Go."

He scurried away, closing the door softly behind him.  After he was gone the two of them embraced, shared a deep kiss, and then parted to wait for his return.  When he arrived his wife treated him like a lackey, telling him to go to the janitor's room in the basement, get a waste cart, and empty all the trash cans on this floor.  He was stunned.  He'd assumed he would be at least working in a cubicle, at a computer screen.  Shamed and dejected, he did as he was told.

The janitor was a Black man a few years older than him, tall and obviously fit, named Champ.  He had on coveralls and heavy work shoes.  When he saw Darwin in his suit and tie he snorted. 

"They said they was sending you, boy, so I guess I'll have to use you.  The trash cart's in the corner there.  Get to moving."

Quivering with suppressed emotions, Darwin got the cart and wheeled it out into the corridor.  He pushed it onto the service elevator and went back to the floor where his wife worked.  Going from cubicle to cubicle he called everyone 'Sir' or 'Ma'am' and collected their trash.  It was completely demeaning but he didn't dare to vocalize his feelings.  He finished that and took the cart back to Champ's workroom. 

The Black man came over to him and stood about an arm's length away, crowding Darwin and making him feel awkward.  Champ's brown eyes stared into the new hire's blue ones.  Champ threw a punch so fast that his target barely saw it coming.  The big rawboned fist stopped less than an inch from that pink-white nose.  Darwin recoiled, though if the punch hadn't been pulled he would have been too late to avoid it.

Champ grinned and said, "I done a lot of boxing.  That's how I got my name."  The look of incomprehension on Darwin's face made him say, "Champ.  Like 'boxing champ'."  Darwin nodded.  "I train some young guys now.  Teach them good.  And I don't intend to hit you... unless you make me do it.  You got that?"

Darwin whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"I like that.  Keep up the 'Sir' talk."  He jabbed at Darwin's midsection, making him reflexively jump back, lose his balance, and fall hard on his duff on the dirty floor.  Champ laughed and told him, "Great reflexes... if you was a white girl."  He shook his head.  "Now put all the recycles in the bins and the other crap in the chute there.  Then you can go back to whoever's giving you orders."

Darwin completed the unwelcome task and went back up to Mr. Kirk's office.  The door was open a crack and he stood there, listening to the executive and his assistant chat and laugh.  Finally, not knowing what else to do, Darwin peered in with a questioning look on his pale face. 

In a hushed voice he asked, "Mr. Kirk?  What do you need me to do now?"

Sheila answered for her boss, saying, "The ladies room needs to be cleaned up.  Champ will give you supplies to do the job."

Darwin realized he would have to go back to the basement and confront that unsympathetic man again.  He went unhappily and, reaching Champ's room and finding the door wide open, entered.  Champ got up from his battered wooden desk, where he had been checking some supply invoices, went to Darwin, assumed a boxer's pose, and danced side to side, firing blows at his face and body, never quite connecting.  When he saw Darwin relax, thinking he was safe, Champ landed a hard right to his upper arm, sending a flash of pain through the weak bicep.

"Damn, girl," the janitor said.  "You don't know nothing about nothing."  He ceased his fighter's moves and said, "Hey, I'm just funning you.  We going to be pals."  He set a large hand on Darwin's cheek and patted lightly.  "Real good pals.  Ain't that right?"

Intimidated, Darwin told him, "Yes, Sir.  Good pals."

"Hey, come here.  Check out what I got."  Darwin followed him to the corner, where there was a cot set up.  Champ reached under the blanket on the cot and pulled out a slick adult magazine.  He shoved it into Darwin's hands.  "Here you go.  Take a good look.  Take your time."

Darwin eyed the cover.  It was called BLACK MEETS WHITE and pictured a powerful Black man holding a smiling sexy white woman by her shoulders.   Her hand was on his penis, which was hard and huge.  Under Champ's watchful eyes, Darwin slowly paged through the magazine, seeing one image after another of willing white females with eager Black males, the women obviously subservient, happily receiving long thick Black cocks into their bodies through every possible orifice.  Not until Darwin had gone through every page did Champ take the publication away from him and return it to its hiding place.  He boldly put his hand on Darwin's crotch, making him freeze where he was, and gave his small genitals a friendly squeeze.

Champ told him, "You be good and I'll let you see that again.  Got some others.  Some movies, too.  But right now I think you got some work to do."

The nervous new janitorial helper went to the ladies room, put up his sign to indicate that it was being cleaned, and got to work.  He especially hated having to do the toilet and floor.  By the time he was done his shirt was rumpled and he was hot inside his suit jacket.  He had loosened his tie.  Then he took his cleaning equipment back downstairs and began putting it away.  Champ was still there.

The head janitor said, "Everything okay, buddy?  It alright, pal?"

Darwin looked up at him and said weakly, "Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir."

Champ said, "It's all good, boy.  You ain't going to get all weird on me, are you, just cause I touched you a little?"

"No, Sir.  I won't."

"Just to show me you're telling the truth, how about you touch me back?"  His long fingers went around Darwin's slim wrist and gripped it with crushing force.  "Go on, now.  Don't be afraid."  He moved Darwin's hand against the crotch of his coveralls, so the frightened white guy could feel a massive Black cock through the fabric.  "You like that, don't you,white girl?"

Too scared to disagree, he said, "Yes, Sir.  Yes, Champ."

"Hey, look there.  We be on a first names basis now.  You calls me Champ and I calls you... girl."  He laughed.  "We going to get along real good.  Real good for sure."

Darwin stood there, waiting to find out what happened next.  Champ gave him back his hand, took Darwin's shoulders to turn him around, and swatted his backside to send him on his way.  The trembling new janitor went back to Mr. Kirk's office, where his wife told him he was needed on the next floor up, at the offices of Ebon Corp.  He went reluctantly, to find himself facing a roomful of mostly Black faces.  The women were all young and, to his eyes, even though he found them undesirable because of their race, somehow attractive -- probably because he was horny and they possessed such attractive curves.  Small curves and large ones.  Dark eyes.  Dangling jewelry.  He found himself staring at them, trying not to let them see that his eyes were wandering.  It all most seemed as if they were enticing him on purpose.

There were trashcans to be emptied, which necessitate yet another trip to Champ's room, and after that was done another ladies room to clean, meaning still one more visit to the basement.  Each time Darwin descended it included being mocked and teased by the big Black man.  The last time, Champ had him sit on the cot and gave him the porn magazine again. 

"Now you tell me, girl.  Don't them pictures get you hard?  Hey?  Don't they?"

Not sure what to say, now with thoughts of the seductively attractive Black girls upstairs mixed into his thoughts, Darwin said, "I guess they would."

"Well, try them on for size.  Come on now.  Don't be shy with Champ.  When I was fighting, I seen lots of guys in the locker room.  And I already felt your extra small dick, so I already know there ain't much down there.  So just you take it out and check them pictures and give yourself a few strokes, so we can see if you gets hard or don't."

Dazed by the awfulness of this situation, Darwin gave in to the persistent coercion and opened his fly.  He reached into his pants and got hold of his tiny dick, pulled it out, though it barely made it past his fly, and looked at the shots of Black men and white women and tried to focus on their erotic content and not the fact that it was interracial porn.  Those mixed couples disturbed him.  He managed to get himself hard and sat there, his pent up needs making him want more, pumping his little organ while Champ looked on approvingly.  Then, as Darwin realized he might actually make himself ejaculate, the confused white guy let go of his stiff undersized member as if it was too hot too handle.  Champ laughed again and slapped him hard on the back.

"Get on out of here," the bigger man said.  "Work day's almost over."

Upstairs, with his fly only halfway zipped up, a bit of shirt tail peeking out, Darwin faced his wife and, again, addressed her as 'Ms. Dickson'. 

She told him, "All right.  I guess this has been an acceptable first day for you."

Mr. Kirk looked up from his work.  "But he needs an attitude adjustment.  He's just not sincere enough.  So how about this, Sheila?  At home you keep our new boy practicing.  Have him call you 'Ms. Dickson'.  Or maybe 'Ma'am' would be okay... at home.  And report back to me every day about how he's doing."

"I can do that, Miles.  I wouldn't mind him showing a better attitude toward me when we're there.  No backtalk.  Proper obedience.  Especially in the bedroom."

Darwin felt sick.  He didn't want her to expose what their sex life had become.  Not to this confident Black man.  But nothing more was said at that time.  And when they returned home he did have to continue treating his wife like his boss... or something more.  It was bizarre.  Especially when she had him get fully undressed early for bed, and then kept him naked for several hours while he served her wine and snacks, and she relaxed with several favorite TV shows.  She also mentioned that he no longer had any rights to the television. 

When it was finally time for bed, she snapped her fingers and made him follow her.  He had to help Sheila undress and slip into a lace teddy.  She was incredibly alluring.  Her long blond hair was down, hanging in golden waves to her smooth shoulders.  At least he was due for one of her hand-jobs, which he knew would relieve some of his tension.  But she surprised him by simply ordering him to get his face between her thighs and use his mouth until she'd had enough.  That turned out to be three orgasms.  Afterwards she allowed him to assume the missionary position while she fingered his nipples and permitted him to touch her wet pussy with only the yearning tip of his shrimp-dick.  Not until he was aroused to the highest level did she at last cease teasing him.  Then she told him to lie on his back, not touch himself 'in an improper way', and to go to sleep. 

The cycle of work, being demeaned on the job, going home and having to be her sex slave with no expectation of reciprocation, went on for weeks.  Every day he had to deal with Champ, who relished making him wank himself, finger his own bottom, and tug on his own nipples, all the while having to pore over interracial porn magazines and, later, watch videos of the same.  But the lowly assistant janitor was never allowed to finish himself.  In the offices of Ebon Corp, Darwin was endlessly tempted by the sight of all those young Black beauties.  He hoped that he was still disguising his mounting lust.  On occasion he would get erections.  A few times he caught himself putting his hand on his crotch.  His wife had forbade him to masturbate and, with her new bedroom regimen, he got no release from her at home.

His only moments of relative peace were when his bride did overtime, several nights a week.  On those evenings he had to do plenty of housework, and could not have the TV on, but at least he was alone, with no one to torment him.  One Friday night his bride arrived close to midnight.  He greeted her respectfully as 'Ms. Dickson' and in return was laughed at.  Then she took him by the ear and twisted, as if he was a naughty boy, and led him to the bedroom.  He undressed himself and then her.  Naked, she stretched out on the bed, legs wide apart, lewdly displaying herself.  He had to get his nose up against her blond, lightly furred mound, and put the end of his tongue against her pussy.

"I want a nice slow lick, wimp," she told him, sounding mildly intoxicated.  "Make sure you get the full taste." 

He didn't understand but did as he was told.  Her flavor was a bit saltier than usual, and her natural secretions somewhat thicker than he was used to, but his main concern was to keep her happy.  He was still waiting to get promoted out of his demeaning position at work and, as close as she was to Mr. Kirk, he knew she could help with that.  Plus, once he began to advance in the company, she would regain respect for him and he expected to regain the love life he formerly had.  Darwin did an extra thorough job of lapping her pussy, gathering up and swallowing all those excess secretions.  He still didn't enjoy using his mouth on her that way, but his focus had shifted from avoiding it to trying his best to excel at it.  The games she had been playing with his mind were affecting him more than he knew. 

Darwin had been given his own coveralls, so that he would no longer ruin the good clothes his wife had been making him wear to work.  Champ's coveralls were khaki but his helper's were orange, like a prisoner might wear.  One day, just after he had cleaned the men's rooms of Ebon Corp, he got a message that he was to report at once to Kenya in Human Resources.  He was hoping it meant he was going to get a higher position, but when he entered her office he saw Mr. Kirk on one side of her desk and Ms. Dickson on the other.  Nobody appeared happy with him.

"We've gotten some disturbing reports on you," Kenya began without preamble.  "Mainly from Ebon Corp.  From the women working there.  Especially the Black women.  Accounts of you being sexist and perverted and, by implication, racist.  The company is considering filing formal charges but, because Mr. Kirk and Ms. Dickson have intervened on your behalf, we're going to try something different first."

She explained briefly about a program to sensitize him to female issues and, just as importantly, to help him break free of male attitudes that had caused his problems to arise.   He knew what he had done wrong and didn't bother trying to defend himself;  he had gotten aroused and touched the front of his coveralls more and more often in the past week or so.  They probably had pictures of it on the security cameras.  So he simply agreed to go along with whatever they dictated.

It involved him wearing panties, garter belts, and stockings under his coveralls.  Also, his penis would be locked into a tight chastity tube to prevent him abusing himself and even possibly assaulting one or more of the women.  There would additionally be removal of all his body hair.  And finally, as a last insult, his hair which had grown long would be styled into a unisex look.  He was numbed by the enormity of it all and yet agreed not to make any fuss about it.  An appointment had already been made for a specialist to remove all the hair below his eyebrows.  And for a beautician to take care of styling his hair... and maybe shaping his eyebrows slightly. 

The next afternoon, once the hair removal specialist and beautician had done their work, Sheila had Champ lock Darwin's penis into the chastity device, which was a cramped pink tube.  Darwin had to get out of his orange coveralls and stand there in his feminine underthings.  His hair had been cut very short on the sides and left long on top, then combed over so it fell partway across his forehead and partly covered one ear.  It had also been given reddish streaks.  And it was surprising how much the work on his eyebrows altered his look.  Champ iced Darwin's now bald genitals and then gleefully worked his shrunken dick into the small tube and fitted the lock into place.   With an extra laugh he clicked the lock shut. 

"Now," Champ declared, "you really are a girl.  No dick.  It's going to be special nice to have you come visit me.  You won't be able to play with your baby dingus no more.  Maybe I'll have you use those soft hands on my Black cock.  Bet you'd like that, girl."

Darwin was so accustomed to agreeing with what he was told, and so cowed by the powerful man, that he answered, "Yes, Sir.  Yes, Champ.  Whatever you want."

"Well, if you insist.  But we'll get to that later.  Right now that nice Ms. Dickson, she wants to see how I got you all fitted up in your dick trapper."

Darwin went shamefaced to his wife and her boss.  He had to strip again, to his girly finery, and pose for them.  As he stood there in extreme discomfort, they gave him more unwanted news.

"Since you've cheated on me," Sheila pronounced, "even if only in your mind, and since you've gotten yourself into a condition where you can't perform sexually..."  She ignored that fact that she hadn't granted him sexual rights for so long.  "... I've decided that it's only fair that I should be able to seek solace and fulfillment elsewhere.  Do you understand?"

"I'm not sure, Ms. Dickson."  He had lost faith in his own abilities to comprehend, or make decisions on is own, or to rise above his lowly status. 

She said with exaggerated patience, "That means that I'm free to have sex outside our marriage.  Mr. Kirk and I have formed a healthy friendship and now that I'm free, we feel within our rights to consider taking it to the next stage.  You see?"

"I... think so, Ms. Dickson."  He sniffled.  This was all mixing him up. 

His wife turned to her boss and they hugged, then kissed lightly.  It took an effort for them not to get their hands all over each other, the way they were used to doing.  After Tyrell left she had continued to drop enough hints to keep her husband constantly uncertain about if she was cheating, this time with Miles, but now they would gradually let him in on the present truth, though doing that one step at a time, maintaining the fiction that they were growing closer slowly, which would prolong Darwin's mental suffering.  They were going to truly enjoy that. 

"Right now," Mr. Kirk said, "Sheila and I are going to spend some time getting acquainted.  We might be late and we've decided that it would be best not to leave you home alone."

Sheila went on with, "Luckily, that nice gentleman Champ, who has already been helping us, has agreed to keep an eye on you.  He has to stay overnight to check the boilers, so we're just going to leave you here and that way you can go right back to work in the morning.  Isn't that a terrific plan, girl?"

"Y... yes, Ms. Dickson."

"Then it's settled.  You can go to Champ's room right now.  Have a lovely evening."

"Yeah," echoed Mr. Kirk.  "Have a really lovely evening, girl."

Darwin knocked tremulously on Champ's door.  He was told to come in and his host, who was still at his desk, said he should make himself comfortable, by which it turned out he meant to get out of his coveralls.  Standing there in just his garter belt, panties, and stockings, Darwin shivered even though the room was warm from its proximity to the heating system.  Champ told him to relax, that everything would be all right.  He even pointed out that they would be able to get a good night's sleep, because Ms. Dickson had personally seen to it that the old cot was replaced with a nice bed.

"Ain't that good?" Champ wanted to know.

"Y... yes, Sir."  Darwin swallowed with difficulty.

"Now how about I get out of my coveralls, too.  I can just sit on the edge of the bed and put some of that black-on-white porn on the TV.  I guess you got a special interest in that now, seeing as how your wife is friendly with Mr. K."  He snickered.  "And something just might happen between them.  Now you can work some of that magic with your white hand on my black cock, the way you been doing on yourself for a while now.  And maybe we can add something else fun to that, girl."

They got into position, the video was started, and Champ lay back.  Darwin got alongside him and used his hand the way he had been coerced into doing to himself so many times before.  It was strange, having his fingers around something so much bigger than his own equipment. 

Champ decided, "We need some juice down there.  Spit on your hand, girl.  Yeah, that feels more better." 

They watched the movie for a while.   Darwin saw a white woman sucking off a Black man and then the man plowed the woman hard.  He couldn't stop seeing the faces of his wife and her boss superimposed on the performers on the screen.  Champ was taking special pleasure in the hand-job he was getting with saliva periodically added.

Then the big man sat up and put his feet on the floor.  He told Darwin to get in front of him on his knees, which the panty-wearer did silently, his face a mask of concern.  Champ's massive cock was rigid.  He suggested that it would be simpler to apply the spit directly, rather than onto Darwin's hand and from there to Champ's member.  Darwin sobbed as he agreed to that idea.  He opened his lips wide but Champ stopped him.

"Almost forgot, girl," the imposing man said.  "Got you some pretty lipstick."  His long arm reached out to the bedside table and he found what he wanted.  As he opened the tube, Darwin saw that the color was bright pink.  Champ laughed softly as he cupped his big hand under his sissy's chin to hold his face steady.  He applied the lipstick generously.  Though Darwin couldn't see the results, he knew that his mouth must look overdone, probably sluttish.  Champ confirmed his suspicions when he smiled at what he had done and said, "That's the look.  Got you looking like a proper bitch.  Give you some real cocksucker lips.  Damn if your mouth don't look like a pussy, with them pink lips."  He put the make-up aside and got his rough hands against the sides of Darwin's face.  Champ guided the helpless husband's mouth over the knob of his cock and, after a brief pause to allow him to get accustomed to all that meat, impaled him further.  "Real good.  Got them sexy lips all stretched out.  It's a real mouthful, ain't it?"

Darwin nodded slightly.  Champ said that felt good.  He told his captive to suck, to move his head back and forth, and to swirl his tongue around the corona of that threatening prick.  The kneeling wimp obeyed, trying hard not to displease the man he was spending the entire night with.  If he angered Champ now, anything might happen in the many hours to follow.  He labored to give a blowjob that would keep him safe.  Champ delivered a few more instructions, but soon they became unnecessary.  Darwin was licking and sucking and even beginning to deep throat, for all he was worth.

"Oh yeah," Champ sighed.  "That's my girl.  My white girl.  Darwin white girl.  Sucking off her man.  Heh, heh.  Wonder what that hot wife of yours is doing right now with her boss.  What do you think?"

Fresh images of Sheila in the arms of Miles filled Darwin's mind.  He pictured the dark man on top of her, plowing her, biting her ivory neck and leaving marks.  At the same time, the cuckold continued to run the circle of his lips up and down Champ's tool.  He took his mouth off it with a wet plop, but that was only to catch his breath while he lapped the man's heavy balls.  It went on for what seemed like an hour, and may even have been, before Champ warned Darwin that he was about to explode. 

"Here it comes, girl," he grunted.  "Get just the end in your mouth.  Stroke my pole with your hand.  I'm going to..."

Before he could say it, he did it, erupting with a heavy serving of spunk.  Because only the knob of his shaft was inside, all the cum hit the roof of Darwin's mouth and puddled under his moving tongue.  It was disgusting.  As more of the thick discharge accumulated, some inevitably ran down the back of Darwin's throat.  He had sucked off a man and was swallowing his semen.  A little leaked out around the sides of his mouth.  He struggled to keep from weeping.

"Whoa," Champ said as he exhaled.  "You done sucked me dry.  Nice job, bitch.  We going to be partying like this all the time from now on.  Who's your Daddy now?"

Darwin took his mouth completely off Champ's rod.  To answer him he had to gulp down most of the remaining spunk.  Then he gagged a bit before managing to say, "You, Sir.  You're my... Daddy.  And I'm your bitch."

Champ wiped his cock off on Darwin's face, right under his nose, so the smell of sperm would linger.  "Damn straight.  I'm the Daddy and you're the bitch.  Just like if we was in prison.  Hey, your little dick's already in prison, so why not?"

By the end of a year, when Darwin had anticipated he would be back on his feet and moving ahead, he was still down on his knees and moving his mouth.  Usually he was doing it for Champ, but now the janitor was selling his mouth to several of his friends who discretely came and went by a service entrance.  Darwin became very used to having Black cocks in his accommodating throat.  He didn't choke at all anymore. 

Work was still a nightmare.  His coveralls were now pink, and professionally altered to fit more closely.  They were snug around his waist and tight over his bottom.  Champ noticed how well they showed Darwin off from behind.  The Black man got very grabby with his submissive's rump.  He kept saying there was more he'd like to do to it than just feel it up.  That upset Darwin worse than anything else.

Whatever had been done to Darwin's body hair over the preceding months, it now no longer grew back.  He was pink and smooth all over.  His chastity was still on.  About once a month or every six weeks he had it taken off and was permitted to jerk his little pecker until it squirted.  That was always under the supervision of either his bride, her and Miles, or else Champ.  No matter who it was, Darwin was always expected to clean up the mess he made, using his mouth, then swallow it, and thank his watchers for everything.   

The final indignity came after Champ had been pawing his ass for several weeks.  Sheila called her husband into the office at the end of a long week.  She was sitting on Miles' lap and he had one hand in her halfway unbuttoned blouse, massaging one of her tits, which was easy because she didn't have on a bra. 

As Darwin stood there in his ridiculous coveralls, his face as smooth as the rest of his body, eyebrows plucked and shaped for a girlish look, a light coat of pink-tinted gloss on his lips, his hair in that metrosexual style, she looked him up and down.  "Get undressed," she told him.  When he was in only garter belt, panties and stockings, all of them in black-and-white, she turned her attention back to Miles, to give him a soulful kiss.  Then she told her husband, "Miles and I are going away for two weeks.  Well, two or three, depending on how everything works out.  We're going to inspect all the branch offices of the company.  Naturally, we can't trust you to be on your own.  And it might be an imposition for Champ to have to keep you in his apartment the entire time.  So, in a few minutes I'll tell you what we're going to do.  But first..."

She stopped to give him time to worry.  Sheila slid off Miles' lap and opened his pants.  He stood up far enough for her to slide his trousers down, along with his shorts, so that his massive cock was free.  Then she began to give him head, so spiritedly and noisily that it might have made a whore blush.  In the end she took his entire load and held it in her mouth.  Cheeks bulging, she went to Darwin, put her hands on his narrow shoulders, and applied downward pressure.  He understood what she wanted and sank to his knees.  She put her forefingers on his cheeks and pressed, signaling him to open his mouth.  He did and she bent forward enough that her lips were directly above his, only inches away. 

Miles chuckled.  "Give it to him, baby.  Let the sissy have a big old helping of my cream."

Sheila opened her lips and the cum, mixed with saliva, came running out, straight into her cuckold spouse's mouth.  She pushed more out with her tongue, gathered up some spit, and launched that mixture in after.  Several more gobs of saliva followed, until she had fed him all the cum she could retrieve.  She grinned at Darwin and straightened up.

"As I was saying," she continued as if nothing unusual had just occurred, "while we're away someone will have to take care of you.  So Champ has been helpful and agreed to stay at our house -- well, actually mine, since I had you sign those papers to remove yourself from ownership, just like we did with the bank accounts and everything else -- and keep an eye on you."

Still on his knees, Darwin looked up at her pleadingly.  She turned her back and when Miles stood again, she tugged up his pants and got them closed and straightened.  Then she returned her attention to her husband.

"Now you're going to be a good girl for him.  Always in your girly panties and stuff when you're there.  Just put your coveralls over them for work.  Simple.  When you get home from the job you can start wearing some new pretties I got for you.  Baby doll nighties, corsets, panties with no crotches in them so you can show off your chastity tube.  All sorts of lovely stuff.  And I expect you to behave like a dutiful wife to Champ.  Fetch him beers, rub his feet, and always be ready for fun in the bedroom.  Or any room."  She smiled devilishly.  "I expect he'll be enjoying you all over the house.  In fact, you should be seductive.  I want you to get him to unload his balls into you as often as possible.  Like a sweet and obedient little wife.  Have you got all that?"

Even though he was horrified, Darwin nodded and whispered, "Yes, Ma'am.  Ms. Dickson."

She went on, "And if he has his friends over, to watch sports on our big-screen TV or to play cards or whatever, you will do whatever he says for them as well.  And one last thing."  Sheila got right in front of him, so he could look up at her attractive bust, her pretty face, and her soft fragrant hair -- all of which were now denied to him.  "I told Champ that it's time for him to pop your cherry.  He's going to take that pretty ass of yours and fill it with his supersized Black cock.  It'll be like a honeymoon, with him claiming your virginity.  Won't that be nice?"

Darwin was chilled to his heart.  For a long moment he couldn't make his voice function.  When he at last did, he told her, "Yes, Ma'am.  Yes, Ms. Dickson.  Whatever you want, m... m... d..."  He wanted to say 'my dear' but wasn't allowed to.  So instead he just repeated, "Ms. Dickson, Ma'am." 

She rubbed his chastity tube with the pointy toe of her designer shoe, chuckled at his pathetic lack of masculinity and the terrible situation she had trapped him in, turned away and gave him a wiggle of her well-formed backside so he'd have something to remember her by while he was getting reamed top and bottom by Champ, and then left with Miles.  It was going to be a long two weeks for Darwin.  Or three weeks.  Whatever.

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