Safer at Home? By Satinslip (108 pages) (Patreon)

Safer at Home? 

An Adult Erotica Presentation

By Satinslip

Safer at Home?

By Satinslip

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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.

Safer at Home?

By Satinslip

The bed creaks as Addison shifts position. The beautiful blonde moves from kneeling, to her hands and knees. Arching her back and smiling lasciviously for the camera.

Her negligee slips off her sweetly rounded ass. Mostly covered by black, silk panties. The sheer lace of her lingerie drapes away from her flat tummy. Then tightening to hug her dangling breasts. Natural double-D’s nearly spilling out of the dangerously low cut top. Her skin lightly tanned. With no tan lines.

“Looking hot, bitch!” Hayley quips. Grinning at her roommate.

The phone ‘clicks!’ again as she takes another photo. Standing two inches shorter at five-seven, the black girl looks just as sexy. Silky, pink lingerie hugs her slightly curvier body like a desperate admirer.

Shiny, red high heels and matching stockings climb her chocolate legs. Up to her large, bubble ass. Mostly bare, with her tiny red thong. So small in front that it’s obvious her soft pussy is completely shaved bare.

An ebony expanse, made for kissing. Her tummy isn’t as flat as Addison’s. Accented by a little, jade belly button charm. Otherwise, rising bare up to her ample chest.

A matching bra holds her giant breasts. F-cups that jiggle with Hayley’s every movement. Threatening at any moment to pop out of the too small bra.

Hayley’s face has the down-home sweetness of a midwest, country girl. Where her friend Addison has harsher looks. Giving the blonde resting bitch-face. Though with a supermodel’s beauty. A face that has broken hearts since high school.

“Ok, your turn.” The blonde announces. Hopping off the bed and tugging her nighty back down. Then taking the phone from her ebony friend.

The two girls are roommates. The photos are for their ‘My Fanz’ account. Boudoir photos for the men horny enough to pay to see them.

The site makes enough money for the girls to have quit their jobs, and do some moderate traveling. They post pics or videos a few times a week.

They have just one rule. No nipples, or pussy. Contempt for their simps turn both girls on to leave them begging for more. A

man willing to pay to see their most precious spots, doesn’t deserve to.

The closest they get is the fifteenth of each month. ‘Nude Day’ has both girls fully unclothed. Though they still cover their most private spots. Either with hands, a careful turn away from the camera, or a tactfully placed piece of furniture in the foreground.

With a pandemic in full bloom the money is a godsend. Though now there is no opportunity to travel. The two beauties have begun feeling cooped up.

“I need some real dick.” Addison complains as she strips off her nighty. Thoughts of beta males worshiping at her feet has her body tingling with lust. The usual result of their modeling sessions.

The sound of wood scraping wood makes the blonde grin. Hayley opens their ‘toy’ drawer. Pulling out a two-sided strap-on she asks, “Mousetrap for top?”

Still grinning, Addison nods. They both preferred strong, dominant men to fuck. In a pinch though, they would gleefully pleasure each other.

Usually one would have to be the obvious loser in some painful or humiliating contest. They would then have to act out the role of ‘Submissive Slut’ for the other’s sexual pleasure.

‘Mousetrap’ has them both taking turns holding their hand over a wooden mousetrap. The other girl has to try and slap the first girl’s hand. They swap positions over and over, until...

SMAP! Addison squeals as the mousetrap bites painfully down on her fingers. Hayley grins at her victory, and at her friend’s pain.

Addison moves to stand with her back against the door. Trying her best to look submissive. Her hands behind her back and her gaze on the floor.

Black thighs shiver as Hayley carefully presses the double sided strap-on inside her wet pussy. She lets a low moan slip as it settles inside her. Then she ties the leather straps around her hips. Grabbing the discarded mousetrap as she strides over to the blonde loser.

The door rattles as Addison presses back against it. The blonde whimpers quietly as the black girl roughly grabs her left breast. Then she hisses painfully as Hayley attaches the mousetrap. Letting the little trap bite down on her friend’s hardened nipple.

Hayley grabs Addison by her golden hair and drags her to the bed. Forcing the pale girl onto her hands and knees on the mattress. The blonde’s tits dangle freely below her. Mousetrap tugging painfully on her trapped nipple.

With her back arched, Addison wiggles her sweet ass. She brushes her blonde hair from her face and glances back over her left shoulder. Shivering as her eyes lock with Hayley’s.

“Ready, bitch?” The beautiful, black girl hisses.

Addison just moans. Her body trembles as her friend rubs the tip of the dildo against her wet cunny. Slowly stroking it up and down the white girl’s glistening slit.

Eyes widening, the blonde nearly screams in pleasure as Hayley leans in. Burying the dildo in her friend’s cunt. Addison’s pussy clenches around the unyielding rubber.

The sheets crumple up beneath her as the blonde girl grabs at them. Her body shivering uncontrollably as she gets fucked from behind. Loudly moaning out her ecstasy.

Hayley moans her own pleasure. She grabs the blonde’s hips roughly as she thrusts. Her end of the strap-on poking erotically inside her own wet pussy. Driving her slowly towards an orgasm.

The bed shakes as the girls fuck. Hayley grabs Addison’s long golden hair and yanks. The blonde gasps as her head is forced back. Her body shivering with her quickly building orgasm.

With a loud, ‘SMACK!’ Hayley slaps her friend’s cute ass. Leaving an angry, red handprint on one tan globe. Causing the girl to delightfully squeal. With a grin, Hayley slaps her ass again...and again.

Addison’s body tenses with pain of each slap. The sting added spice to her pleasure. Driving her orgasm even quicker.

The walls seem to shake with Addison’s loud cries. Her body shuddering uncontrollably as she cums. Hayley grips her hips hard. Keeping the blonde’s ass in the air so she can keep pounding her beautiful friend.

The big dildo continues to thrust deep inside Addison as she loses herself to her pleasure. Collapsed on the bed in a shivering heap. Just her ass held up by her ebony friend. Slowly she comes back to awareness.

With sweat stinging her eyes, Addison lifts herself back to her hands and knees. A little shaky after such intense pleasure. Tremors of bliss still run through her as Hayley pistons the dildo deep in her sloppy cunt like a jackhammer.

The curvy black girl grits her teeth as she thrusts. Her pussy quivering around her end of the dildo. The leather strap-on tight around her big, round ass.

Leaning down, Hayley reaches around her friend. Grinning as she slaps Addison’s tits back and forth. Causing the blonde to gasp with each sharp strike.

When she feels the mousetrap bounce off her fingers, Hayley grabs it with glee. Causing her friend to whine as she tugs it. Pulling the poor girls nipple further and further from her chest.

Finally, when Addison’s tit has distended as far as it can go the trap snaps off. The blonde squeals as sharp pain bursts through her. A second orgasm tears through her.

Hayley’s own orgasm hits just a moment later. The curvy girl collapses on her friend. Panting and moaning as her body shudders. The blonde trembling and gasping beneath her.

When her orgasm finally subsides, Hayley rolls off the white girl. She slowly gets to her knees and grabs two fistfuls of blonde hair.

“Suck it clean, bitch!” The black girl demands.

Addison scowls as she glances up at her friend. Her defiance only lasts a moment before she opens her rosy lips. She slowly takes inch after inch of the glistening rubber cock.

With the taste of her own pussyjuice on her lips, Addison takes a few inches of dildo in her throat. Her eyes started to water.

Hayley holds her friend on the dildo by her hair for a long moment. Reveling in her dominance over her friend. Finally slapping the blonde’s cheek and shoving her away.

“C’mon, bitch.” The black girl orders. Standing and pulling off her strap-on. Striding down the hall, into the bathroom.

Addison follows sullenly after. As the loser, she isn’t free until after the shower. No doubt her friend will take full advantage of the bet. Plenty of suds, and probably some nipple pinching.

——-

“That was loud.” Amy whispers. Her ginger eyebrows still raised with shock.

In the week since they had been at their new apartment, they had heard the neighbor girls having loud, wild sex three times.

The first time seemed to disturb Amy. But now there is obvious lust in her eyes.

“I, uh...I’ll...do you want me to go over there and complain?” Marty asks nervously.

His girlfriend looks at him like he’s crazy. “God no.” The cute girl frowns for a second. “Didn’t that turn you on? Two hot girls? Going at it like animals?”

“Yes?” He answers timidly.

“Don’t you...you know...” Amy waves her hands around. Looking cute in her soft pink, knee length nightgown.

Even after two years together Marty is still blown away at how wonderful she is. Smart, caring, determined, and so beautiful it nearly breaks his heart.

He dreams of marriage. Of a house and children, of a life with her. He dreams of their future.

She stands just an inch taller than him at five-five. With milky white skin and long, curly orange hair. The petite woman has a sexy, girl next door body. With a cute, little round ass, perky C-cup breasts, and an angelic face.

“Uh...yeah.” The timid man answers. His voice was obviously nervous.

He isn’t a confident man. He had always kept his head down in high school. Often bullied to tears. Short and thin, with a soft feminine face. He was an easy target for more aggressive boys.

Then he met Amy in his senior year. She was in his AP English class. It was love at first sight for him. He took a chance and wrote her a Shakespearean love poem.

Against all odds Amy loved it. Soon they were dating. Each lost in the warm embrace of their first romantic relationship.

The bed springs creak as Marty moves closer to his girlfriend. She smiles softly as he wraps his arms around her neck. The

pretty girl grins down at him as they hug. He leans in to kiss her and his whole body flushes with joy.

His cute girlfriend is a couple inches taller than his five/three frame. Even kneeling on their bed. A fact that he has been teased about more than once.

Amy reaches around him to squeeze his little round ass through his white briefs. So like a girl’s, she sometimes teases him. Always bringing a rosy glow of embarrassment to his cheeks.

Both lovers moan as her tongue boldly explores the inside of his mouth. Marty slides his hand up her silk-clad side. Then up over her left breast. Delighting in her perky softness beneath his hand. Enjoying the way her nipple feels, brushing against his palm.

Amy breaks their passionate kiss. Reaching down, she pulls her nighty up and off. Revealing her beautiful body. Grinning a little nervously at her boyfriend. Still not fully confident in being nude in front of someone.

Breathing heavily, Marty leans in and softly kisses her breasts. Drawing a slight gasp from the ginger girl as he gently sucks on her nipples.

Biting her lip, Amy pulls away and lays on her back. Spreading her legs in an invitation. She runs her hand through a tuft of orange hair above her soft pussy.

Marty quickly strips off his briefs. Excited to make love to this beautiful woman once again. Always considering himself lucky to be with her.

Her gaze is drawn to his crotch. Noticing he isn’t hard yet. When soft Marty’s penis is tiny. Barely noticeable nestled above his hairless balls. Almost non-existent as they are only half descended.

His penis is the size of a cute little button, she has gently teased him in the past. Though she stopped when it became obvious such jokes really hurt his feelings.

Laying down between her spread legs, Marty begins to rub his crotch against hers. Hoping his body will quickly match his mental arousal. Amy pulls his head close and kisses him as she moans.

A few long minutes pass with no activity from Marty’s penis. In frustration, Amy pushes him off. Getting to her knees and reaching for his crotch.

“Here.” She almost snarls from her frustration. As she grabs his hand with her free hand. Lifting it to her breast so he can grope her perky mound. The fingers of her other hand gently tugging at his little, soft nub.

After a couple minutes Marty’s lip quivers slightly as she strokes him to no effect. He has been having a harder and harder time getting erections since the pandemic started. The stress seems to be getting to him more and more.

The last few times they made love he had a hard time starting. Frequently losing his erection even as they fucked. Almost driving him to tears last time.

Amy’s stroking turns into frustrated pinching and pulling. Enough that Marty whimpers with pain. Causing her to stop with a sorrowful look.

“I’m sorry, bunny.” She moans. Using her pet name for him. “I just can’t seem to get you going.”

“It’s...it’s ok.” He assures her. “Um...m...maybe if you...you know?” Marty stammers in his shame. “If you...suck it?”

The room is deathly silent for a moment. Amy looks at him like he’s a disgusting bug. He knows she hates blowjobs. She considers them degrading. Something only a dirty whore would do.

“Maybe you should suck yourself.” She nearly snarls back. Hopping off the bed and heading down the hall. Into the bathroom. Nearly slamming the door.

Marty lays on the bed feeling ashamed. He tugs halfheartedly on his tiny penis. Tears in his eyes.

When he hears the shower turn on, Marty moves to stand. He pulls his boxers back on and heads over to his desk. Turning on his computer and checking to see if any of his friends are online.

In the shower, Amy rubs body wash over her pale skin. Hot water splashing her as she creates a slippery lather on her sweet body.

Shameful thoughts run through her head. Of how she treated her boyfriend, or how stressed they both are, how...how sometimes she is left unsatisfied by their lovemaking. Even on a good day.

Wet hands rub conditioner into her ginger hair. Delicate fingers pushing against her scalp. Causing a large blob of suds to land between her round breasts.

It slides down her flat tummy. Slowing as it moves between her thighs. As if tickling her soft, unfulfilled cunny. Sending a titillating shiver all through her.

Amy can’t help thinking of the dicks she occasionally sees in pornographic advertisements. She is too dignified to approve of it, of course. Though, sometimes it makes her feel excited.

Thoughts of penises that look so much bigger than her boyfriend’s teeny bump. Even soft they look intimidating. Dangerous...

“Ooh!” The cute girl gasps. Finding her left hand has drifted to her crotch.

Just lathering the body wash, surely. Though her fingers have caused an erotic shiver as they brushed over her soft, yearning cunny.

“Ooh, god!” She gasps as her index finger brushes her clit by accident. Moaning when it happens again.

Not by accident.

She pictures a man. One with a big dick. Like six inches. He’s black and shaved. Grabbing her in his arms...

Roughly.

Rougher than her boyfriend would ever even imagine. She would feel so vulnerable in his arms. The stranger could do anything to her.

Her fingers lightly dip into her wet cunt as she pictures the man laying her on a bed. No, their bed. His strong arms holding her down. Calloused hands forcing her legs apart.

What would a dick that big feel like? Amy wonders. Her thighs squeezing her hand as her fingers delve deeper than her boyfriend ever has. Her body is already shuddering as an orgasm wraps her in a warm embrace.

Later...down the hall, Marty says goodnight to a couple guys he played a few rounds with. Greg and Carson grin at his plight through the video chat as he waves ‘bye.’

He figures he should get off when he hears the shower end. It had been a long one.

Instead of Amy coming right to bed, he hears the TV turn on. She must be real mad, he thinks. Waiting patiently.

When it sounds like she is deep in her show, Marty turns his computer back on. Searching for busty, nude women. He can’t stop himself. His anxiety and stress need relief.

He slides a hand into his boxers. Fingers pinching and pulling on his little penis. It starts to get hard right away.

Amy had thought about going to bed. She’d had two orgasms in the shower and was feeling a lot calmer. She had decided they ought to talk. The bedroom wasn’t where she wanted to do that, though.

The cute ginger wraps a towel around her pale body. Walking into the living room. Still shivering with sexual aftershocks. Plopping to the couch on her cute ass.

As the tv begins to drone, she allows herself a little grin. The unmistakable whine of the computer shutting off should mean he will be out with her in moments.

Only...he isn’t.

Amy starts to get annoyed again. How dare he ignore her feelings? In fact, she is pretty sure she hears the computer on again. Just quieter this time.

What if...what if...she thinks angrily. Only, instead of her boyfriend, the man who strides into her imagination is the same one from her shower.

She can tell by his gaze that he isn’t taking any of her silliness. Amy spreads her towel open to reveal her body. A thrill of excitement tingling through her. Her pale skin, warmed by the shower is caressed by the cooler air. Her nipples instantly harden.

Her left hand quickly reaches her soft pussy. While her right begins to squeeze her breasts. Thinking of the man so much bigger than her boyfriend.

Mouth starting to water, she imagines him forcing her over the couch. His big dick rubbing against her pussy teasingly.

She shoves her fingers deep when she imagines the black man penetrating her. Taking her like an animal. Breeding her across her living room couch.

Marty looks guiltily through the open bedroom door. He thought he had herd a quiet gasp or maybe a squeal from the living room. Though, now there is only the sound of the tv.

On his screen a busty blonde instructs a smallish man how to please her. With his thumb and forefinger, Marty desperately jerks his hard penis. His hand rustling inside his white briefs as he gets close to finishing.

He finds something comforting in the woman taking control. Explaining clearly what she wants. Even if she is a bit overbearing. It’s always the type of porn he searches for.

Finally he groans as he drizzles onto his fingers. Hot jizz soiling his underwear. His body shivering through a quick orgasm.

Afterwards he quickly cleans up. Then slips into bed. Hoping his girlfriend will come soon.

——-

“Bored!” Addison complains. She leans over the railing of her small patio. Overlooking the apartment complex’s parking lot. Empty of people because of the pandemic. Many working from home, rarely leaving their apartments.

She stands in the cool, late spring air. Wearing just a pink crop-top with no bra. Her hardened nipples clearly outlined by the thin shirt.

Below, she wears just a pair of silky, sky-blue panties. They just barely cover half of her beautiful, bent over ass. She slowly wiggles her sweet bottom as she surveys the outside world.

“Maybe we need something to keep us entertained.” Hayley grins at her attractive friend from their couch.

The beautiful, black girl lays on it as if it were a chaise lounge. Like a Roman goddess. Wearing a sheer white negligee, and a tiny red thong.

“A bet?” The blonde turns. Looking back inside the apartment.

“Sure. If you like.” Hayley nods. “Something challenging, though.”

Addison thinks for a moment. Then, “Our new neighbor.” She says excitedly.

“That scrawny guy?”
The white girl grins. “Yup.”
“Gross.” Hayley frowns. “I bet he has a tiny cock.”
The blonde nods excitedly. “Exactly!” She claps her hands

together. “How small do you think? Whoever guesses closest doesn’t have to give him a blowjob.”

From the couch, Hayley rubs her chin before grinning. “Ok, yeah. Agreed.” She ponders a moment, “Four inches?”

“Ooh, that’s small.” Addison looks disgusted. “I’ll go with five. That would be pathetic.”

Hayley sits up. “Now we just have to convince him to show us.”

“Bet that will be easy.” Addison grins. “The guy looks like a real simp.”

——-

“Left flank! Left flank!” Marty calls desperately into his headset. Explosions flashing on his computer screen as he clicks his mouse. Frowning at how badly things have turned for his team.

His three friends match his frown in their little video-chat windows. The match was already lost. Now they are just playing out the end.

The words ‘YOU LOSE’ float on Marty’s screes a few minutes later. “Well, that sucked.” Greg sighs. The other young men agreeing.

“Not as well as Marty’s girlfriend.” Wendell chides. The other boys laugh at his bawdy joke. While Marty just blushes. Knowing Amy would hate how his friends talk about her.

“C’mon now guys.” The short man whines.

“Ha, ha! I bet she’s expert at taking dick at both ends.” Greg agrees.

“Guys, really?” Is all Marty seems able to say.

“Hey man.” Carson interrupts. “Don’t you owe us some nudes of Amy?”

“Um...” Marty stalls. He had lost a bet with the boys a few months back. He actually had brought up taking some boudoir photos with Amy. Though he hadn’t mentioned sharing them. He figured a picture of his girlfriend in lingerie would be good enough to satisfy the boys.

She had refused. Even asking had made the redhead angry. Causing her to go on a tirade about porn degrading women.

“You want to be cool right?” Greg prods.

“Yeah, dude. You want to keep playing in our group?” Carson adds.

Marty gulps. “Yeah. I’ll...I’ll figure something out.” ——-

The next day Marty takes a basket of clothes down to the communal laundry room. Set at the corner of their apartment building. It holds a dozen washers and dryers.

He sets his basket down next to a washer. Not even noticing the person who comes in behind him as he pulls clothes out and shoves them into the white machine.

Addison grins at her prey. Having noticed her short neighbor leave his apartment with laundry just moments before. She had hastily grabbed clothes from the hamper and hustled after him.

The washing machine door clangs as the blonde opens the one next to Marty. He glances up in surprise. His eyes widened in shock at such a beautiful woman so close to him.

Addison gives him a friendly smile. “Don’t I know you?” She asks in a sweetly inquisitive voice.

“Um, maybe?” The small man answers. Feeling flummoxed. A rosy flush to his cheeks. His body feels uncontrollably warm.

“Yeah!” She snaps her fingers. “You’re our cute, new neighbor.” She grins. Causing Marty to blush even deeper. “I’ve seen you around the apartments.”

“Oh...yeah. That’s right.” He blinks hard. Offering her hand, “My name is Addison.” “Uh...Marty.” He limply shakes her hand. “Great to meet you, Marty!”

Turning back towards her machine, the blonde ‘accidentally’ knocks Marty’s basket off the bench. His clothes splash onto the floor. “Oopsie!” She gasps.

They both drop to their knees, with Addison apologizing. Grabbing handfuls of clothes and tossing them in his washing machine. They are nearly done when she lifts up a plain white, cotton bra.

“I’m not sure this is your size.” She giggles.

Marty’s shoulders slump. “It’s...uh...my girlfriend’s.”

“I figured.” Addison grins at him as she tosses it into the machine. “A bit drab.” She states her eyes locking his gaze. “Boring.” The last is nearly a whisper.

The beautiful blonde stands. Tossing her clothes into her own machine. Quickly emptying her own basket.

“Oh! Oh, dear.” The blonde tugs at her shirt. “This really needs to be washed too.” She glances at Marty with feigned desperation. “You wouldn’t mind if I took it off. Would you?”

“Uh, no. No, I don’t mind.” He assures her.

Then his eyes go wide as she grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it off over her head. Revealing her full breasts. Noticeably larger than his girlfriend’s perky C-cups.

He can’t stop staring as she grins. Her large breasts are barely held in by a green, lacey, half-cup bra. The top of her areola peeking over the small lingerie.

“Thank you. I’d hate to be offensive.” Addison gives a small hop on her tiptoes to make her impressive sweater meat jiggle for the small man.

After they both have their washing machines loaded and running, The beautiful blonde sits next to Marty on the bench. Both scrolling through their phones.

“Can I ask your opinion?” Addison asks after a few minutes. “Sure. Of course.”
She holds out her phone. A picture of her in skimpy negligee,

posing on her couch. “Which of these is hotter?” She flips through half a dozen more photos. Each with her posing erotically for the camera.

“I...um...”

“These are for the ‘My Fanz’ account I run. I only want to post the best pics for my followers.” She explains. “I love them dearly.” She hugs her phone to her large breasts as she says that.

As they spend the next forty minutes looking through erotic photos, Marty repeatedly finds his penis getting erect. His gaze often shifts between the beautiful girl’s phone and her deliciously bared cleavage.

When their clothes are finally dry Addison asks, “Would you be a dear and help me fold? My delicates shouldn’t be carried back all crumpled up.”

Marty gulps. “Uh, yeah. Yes, sure.”

He pulls out a pair of lacy, red panties. Holding them for a long moment. Wondering what Addison might look like wearing them.

“A little more racy than your girlfriend?” The blond asks. Pulling her newly washed shirt back on.

Gasping sheepishly, he folds the panties. Mumbling an apology as he pulls a small nighty out next. Noticing that most of the clothes seem to be lingerie. All of it sexier than most of his girlfriend’s underwear.

Soon her clothes are all folded in her basket. “Thank you sooo much for your help!” Addison gushes. Gently grabbing the sides of his head and leaning in to give him a peck on his cheek.

Marty blushes as she hands him her phone. “Give me your number. I’ll give you a call sometime.” She smiles warmly at him.

Finally, he waves as she sashays out of the laundry room.

——-

“Dude. They are saying everyone NEEDS to wear masks.” Carson urges. Himself wearing a blue surgery mask. Even though he lives alone.

“You have to stay six feet away from people.” He insists. “Otherwise your chance of catching it rises into double digits.”

Marty can’t help but think about how long he sat shoulder to shoulder with Addison. That was just a day or two ago. Three at most. Certainly that wasn’t taking a big risk?

“How are we coming on your girlfriend?” Greg asks. Ignoring his more neurotic friend.

“I...uh...I don’t know guys.” Marty stammers. “What you’re asking...”

Greg interrupts, “Look, you owe us.” He frowns at the camera. “You aren’t a wimp are you?”

“No...” The little man nearly whispers. Wishing he had never made the dumb bet. “Just...just give me a couple days.”

——-

Their first month in the new apartment is nearly done and rent is due soon. The pandemic seems worse by the day. Marty feels more stressed all the time. He has a hard time sleeping and pops tummy pills like they are candy.

He walks into the apartment complex office with an envelope. His bill and a check securely inside. Probably a little more than they could comfortably afford.

The secretary grins at him as he comes in. A cute blonde woman. A little thin with large, fake tits.

Through an open door behind her Marty sees his landlord. A big, fat, black man with a bald head. Hank. Marty hadn’t liked how the man had leered at Amy when they had applied for an apartment.

Hank had warned them that he is very strict with rent. That they had better pay on time or it would be their sweet asses. Marty had been especially bothered by that phrase. Their sweet asses.

The secretary is happy to take Marty’s envelope. Her long, painted nails tapping against the envelope as she grabs it. Sliding it into her desk with a wink.

As he turns around, the small man bounces off a pair of impressively large breasts. Nearly knocking him off his feet.

“Oh!” He squeaks. “Oh, I’m so sorry!”

Hayley grins down at the flustered boy. “It’s ok. My girls like the attention.” She reaches up and squeezes her impressive cleavage together.

The curvy black woman tosses her rent on the secretary’s desk. Then hurries to catch up to Marty as he slips out of the office. Gently placing her hand on his shoulder.

“You’re our new neighbor. Marty, right?” She asks as they step out the door.

“Uh, yeah.”
“I’m Hayley. Addison’s roommate.” She explains.
Marty nods, “I’ve seen you around.” He reaches his hand out to

shake awkwardly. “Good to meet you.”
Instead of taking his hand, the ebony beauty reaches out and

grabs the waistband of his jeans. Boldly tugging him close. Drawing a surprised squeak from the shorter young man.

“I hear your girlfriend lives on the boring side.” She licks her lips lasciviously as she grins down at him. “Too bad. You look like a sweet little morsel.”

Marty tries to take a step back in shock. Pulling his jeans further open. The beautiful woman peers happily down at his crotch. Hidden in the dark of his pants.

“I...I...I...” Is all he can stammer.

“I love little white boys...” She purrs at the nervous man. “Especially on a leash.” The last bit she whispers in his ear as she leans forward.

Marty gulps hard. The curvy woman’s giant breasts are nearly pressing against his face. His penis twitches and strains as it gets hard in his underwear. A vision of his pale, white body naked and on his knees next to her runs through his head. A pink collar around his neck. She grins cruelly down at him as she tugs his leash.

Marty is snapped out of the perverted dream when she slides her hand up his chest. Then onto her own breasts. Quickly popping the top two buttons of her blouse. Revealing an impressive amount of chocolate cleavage. Barely held in by a white, lace bra.

“You should come over and party sometime.” Hayley suggests with a purr.

Marty finally pulls his trembling body away. “Uh, yeah. Yes, sure.” He waves back as he hurries away.

The black woman grins as she watches his ass scurry off.

——-

Over the next few days Marty couldn’t stop thinking about his sexually aggressive neighbors. It has been nearly two weeks since he and Amy last made love. And that had been a failure of a night anyway.

Now he slips into their bedroom. Wearing only a pair of red, silk boxers he just ordered online. Hoping Amy will find them sensual.

His girlfriend lays in bed reading. Her ankle-length nightgown crumpled and formless. Just plain white cotton. No lace or sensual cuts or anything exciting.

He walks over to her side of the bed as she glances up. “Do you wanna...you know?” He asks. His voice a weak squeak.

“That’s it?” Amy demands. “No romance, no kissing, hugs, nothing?” She throws her blankets back. “You’re a cold fish for a week, and now you want sex?”

Her face flushes red with anger as she moves to sit on the side of the bed. “Can you even get hard?” She grabs his boxers and yanks them down to his ankles.

“Pathetic.” Her voice is flat. Disappointed.

Marty stands with his eyes tearing up. His soft tiny penis seems even smaller than normal. Like a baby tortoise trying to hide in its shell.

“I...I’m sorry.” He sniffles. “Maybe if you...”

“NO!” Amy interrupts harshly. “I am not even going to touch your pathetic bump.”

“Muh...maybe if I go down on you?” He whimpers.

Amy brings a finger up to her lips. Pondering for a long moment. “Ok. We can try that.”

The bed creaks as she stands. Grabbing her plain nightgown at her hips and pulling up. She strips it off and tosses it onto the bed.

Marty’s heart skipped a beat to see Amy naked. As it always does. His love and lust for her still boils strong in him. His eyes drink in her perky tits, her smooth tummy, the orange tuft above her soft cunny.

The bed bounces as she lays back on it. Amy spreads her legs in a lascivious invitation. Tapping just above her pussy with a finger. “Get eating, pansy.” She orders.

Amy isn’t sure why she called him that. An insult her grandfather used to say all the time. She figures it’s jus because she is still irritated with her boyfriend. Though saying it sent an odd thrill through her. Settling in her excited pussy.

Still trembling with worry, Marty climbs on the bed. Between Amy’s spread legs. Laying down with his face between her pale thighs.

With a deep breath The short man presses his lips against her soft cunny. Immediately drawing a gasp from his girlfriend. Amy’s eyes flutter open wide and she grabs his head as his tongue begins to lick her most precious spot.

Her moans fill their bedroom as she holds his face against her pussy. His tongue sliding wetly up and down her nether lips. Sending increasingly more powerful shivers up her spine. Her first orgasm quickly rose.

His girlfriend begins to squirm as he alternates between licks and kisses. She gasps and squeaks with pleasure. Responding to his nibbling of her sensitive skin with tiny kisses.

Marty feels her thighs tighten around his head. Her fingers painfully clench in his hair. Then she starts to tremble. Moaning for god as her orgasm begins to take her.

She rubs her wet crotch against his face. Delighting in the pleasure his tongue gives. Better than his small penis ever has.

Amy bites her lower lip as she begins to settle down. Relishing in her post-orgasmic bliss. She moves her hands to her perky breasts. Her hard nipples seem to buzz at her touch.

“Oh no you don’t!” Amy gasps as Marty starts to rise. She grabs his hair and almost viciously forces his face back to her wet cunt. “Get your tongue deep inside me.” She orders. Lightly slapping the side of his face with her left hand. Then grabbing his hair again and pulling his head closer.

Marty frowns as he slides his tongue between her pussylips. Gulping hard as he tastes her sex juices. Doing his best to press as deep as he can.

With a loud moan, Amy’s back arches from her pleasure. Her boyfriend’s tongue wiggling deep inside her throbbing pussy. She squeezes her trembling thighs around his head. Laying her legs on his back. Making sure he couldn’t pull away.

Her voice gets louder and louder as a second orgasm wracks through her. Marty swallows her pussyjuice as she cums on his face. He squeals as his girlfriend pulls his hair hard. Grinding her throbbing cunt across his face.

Amy pants as she finally begins to calm down. Rubbing her palms on the crumpled sheets next to her. Marty sits up. Juices glistening on his face.

“Can you...I’m...we...” He squeaks. Gesturing down at his tiny, soft bump.

Amy hops off the bed. “Take care of it yourself.” She growls. Striding down the hall. The bathroom door slamming behind her. Leaving Marty alone. Looking pathetic with her pussyjuice smeared on his face.

He sits for a while. Listening to the shower start. Then he reaches for his phone. His fingers slowly dictating a text.

‘NOT MUCH. SUP WITH YOU?’ Addison texts back in less than a minute.

——-

Marty isn’t sure what he is doing. Just that he feels frustrated and confused. His little fist raps quietly on his neighbor’s door.

The parking lot below shines with the halogen lamps in the middle of the night. Amy has been asleep for a couple hours. Unfortunately, all Marty could do was toss and turn. Finally he had gotten up and texted to see if the girls next door were still awake.

After his knock, the door opens swiftly. “It’s so cool you came over.” Addison coos. Grabbing the short man’s arm and pulling him inside.

She stands in tight pajama bottoms. Grey with pink flowers down the right leg. Her flat midriff is bare under a pink crop-top. The soft cotton bulging from her covered double-D’s. Jiggling around unfettered as she moves.

Hayley steps out of the small apartment kitchen. Three wine glasses and a half-full wine bottle in her hands. Grinning at Marty and winking to her roommate.

The curvy black girl wears a fluffy, green robe. Open all the way down the front. Doing little to hide her busty form underneath. Her impressive F-cup breasts barely contained in a dark-blue

halter top. The word ‘YUM’ blazoned across the front in bright yellow. Her hard nipples clearly outlined by her shirt.

Her large, round ass is three-fourths covered by matching booty-shorts. A soft cotton, tight enough to pull up into a camel-toe.

“Here, have a glass.” The beautiful, ebony woman insists. Pouring three generous glasses.

Marty chugs down his glass and says, “Th...thanks.”

“We are so glad you could come over.” Addison smiles at him. She gently presses on the short man’s shoulder. Making him sit on their couch. Then quickly settling on one side of him. “You seem like something is wrong, though.”

Hayley moves to sit on his other side as he speaks, “I don’t know.” Marty sighs. “Things just got...bad tonight.” He answers. Addison and Hayley share an unnoticed grin as he stares into his nearly empty glass.

“That’s too bad, baby.” Hayley coos. “Maybe we can ‘lift’ your mood.” Her eyes twinkle at her emphasis on the word ‘lift.’

She gently places her fingers on his cheek. Pulling his face towards hers. The short man’s eyes widen as she presses her lips against his. Her tongue boldly darting into his mouth.

Addison begins to caress Marty’s chest. Watching as the white man melts into the curvy, black woman’s kiss. She sips on her sweet wine.

After a long moment, The blonde beauty pulls his face toward hers. Drawing the dazed man’s lips to hers. Pulling him into her own kiss. Leaning in close to press her breasts against his chest.

Hayley gives a piqued frown toward her roommate. She drinks down the rest of her wine in a swift gulp. Then she lets her left hand slip into Marty’s crotch. Grinning as the white boy’s thighs squeeze together at her touch. More like a timid young lady, than a lustfull young man.

Marty feels lost in the wine and his desire. His body trembling with excitement as the girls touch him. As they kiss him. A little hesitantly, he reaches up gently grabbing the blonde’s left breast through her shirt.

The couch shakes as Hayley stands, unnoticed by the short man. He is enthralled with squeezing Addison’s large tit. So much bigger than his girlfriend’s more demure breasts. He delights in how soft and full it feels.

Hayley reaches down and grips the legs of the man’s sweatpants. When she starts tugging Marty breaks his kiss. Turning toward the black girl with concern. His pants slowly slide down his body.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Addison coos. She gently guides his face back toward hers. Then reaches down and pulls her pink crop-top off over her head.

Marty’s eyes go wide as he sees the blonde’s precious baubles for the first time. Big and jiggly, her breasts are full and impressive. Her nipples are hard and excited.

The blonde pulls his face between her large orbs. Grinning as he begins to kiss her sensitive skin. She nods to her roommate.

Hayley grunts as she tugs the white man’s sweats down his legs in starts and stops. Revealing the plain white briefs underneath. Her rosy lips grin with victory as she pulls them all the way off. Tossing Marty’s pants onto the floor.

With a moan, Addison arches her back. Enjoying the feeling of Marty sucking on her nipple. She reaches up and holds the back of his head.

Hayley kneels between Marty’s legs. She runs her ebony hands up his pale thighs. Delighting in the way he shivers as her fingers get closer to his crotch.

When her hands reach his cotton briefs she runs them over his noticeably small bump. Her eyes widen when she realizes he is already erect. He has to be even smaller than she guessed.

Marty shivers as he feels the curvy woman’s fingers rubbing at his little bump. The white boy whimpers. He suddenly pulls away from Addison’s breasts.

“I...I...I got to...” He stammers. The pantsed boy scrambles off the couch, falling to his knees. Then he half crawls toward the door. “I have to go, sorry.” He whimpers. Finally rising to his feet and fleeing the apartment. Abandoning his sweatpants.

Addison raises one eyebrow to her roommate inquisitively. “I think he may be smaller than we thought.” Hayley answers, with a little chuckle.

——-

“I’m really not sure about this guys.” Marty whines for the third time. His eyes looking at his grinning friends on his monitor.

“It’s fine, dude.” Greg assures him with an exasperated voice. “We will be on mute. She won’t even notice.”

“I...I guess.” The short boy’s shoulders slump with resignation and shame.

When he hears the front door open he presses the button on his computer monitor to turn it off. He turns towards the bedroom door with a slight frown on his face.

Amy strides in pulling off her face mask. Looking frazzled. Already unbuttoning her soft-pink blouse. “Well, you better get that promotion at work.” She grumbles.

“Why? What happened?” Marty asks nervously. His eyes darting from his girlfriend, to his computer’s video camera, and back.

Amy continues to pop buttons as she talks. Framed almost perfectly in the video camera. “I’m laid-off.” She explains. “Due to ‘the current global crisis.’ As if.” Amy grumbles.

Her white, cotton bra slowly comes into view. Covering her cute, C-cup breasts. Her fingers continue downward. Revealing her smooth, pale tummy.

“Well that sucks.” Marty offers. “Is there anything you can do?”

She glared at him. “I’ll look for something.” She pulls her blouse off and tosses it on the bed. Her plain bra is the only wisp of cloth protecting her modesty from her boyfriend’s buddies. “No one is hiring right now, though.”

The computer hums happily along as it records the cute ginger girl. Her hands reach her hip and unzips her long brown skirt. Letting the garment fall to the floor. Revealing her matching white panties.

When she bends over to open the bottom dresser drawer, she wiggles her panty covered ass. Almost as if performing for the

camera. Though, Marty knows she would never willingly put on such a show. She has only performed a strip tease for him twice.

Amy stands and lays shorts and a T-shirt on the chair next to the door. Then she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra. Quickly pulling it off. Her perky breasts now on display for Marty’s friends.

“Um...maybe you shouldn’t...” The short man starts. Changing his mind. Wanting to stop her before she reveals all her goodies.

“Shouldn’t what?” She asks. Quickly pulling her panties off and discarding them. Her soft pussylips revealed. Topped by a tuft of orange hair.

“I...uh...you should just take the evening off to rest. I guess.” He finishes lamely.

She just nods. Then heads out into the hall. Off to take a shower. Marty turns to his computer. Turning his monitor back on.

“Dude! Sweet!” Wendell’s cheer bursts from the speaker. Marty scrambles to turn the sound down. The other boys agreed. “Will she come back?”

“Probably. To change.” Marty gestures to the shorts and tee his girlfriend had pulled out.

Greg smiles wide. “Great. Then the show isn’t over.”
“Aww. C’mon guys.” Marty whines.
“Nearly done buddy.” Greg assures him. “Then you are all paid

up.
Marty sits nervously. He turns his monitor off when he hears

the shower stop. Glancing at the bedroom door when he hears Amy enter.

The cute girl with an angelic face looks erotic. Her body only barely covered by a green towel. Wrapped around her. Barely low enough to cover her cute ass. Not quite fully covering the swell of her breasts.

Her wet, orange hair clings to her face and shoulders. Falling in a cascade down her back. Looking more like a Greek goddess rising from a pool than the cute, girl-next-door that she usually does.

Amy gives her boyfriend a tentative, little smile. Making his heart skip a beat. “Maybe we can see if I can get your little guy to wake up.” She purrs, licking her lips suggestively.

“R...really?” Marty asks.

Amy nods as she drops her towel. Caressing her breasts as she strides towards him. “Yes. I think...”

“HOLY FUCK! LOOK AT THAT PIECE OF ASS!” The rude voice comes out of Marty’s computer speakers. Stopping Amy in her tracks. There is a long moment filled with laughter from the boys and looks of horror from the couple.

“Am I on camera!” Amy squeals. Her arms coming up swiftly. One across her perky tits. The other splayed over her pussy.

Laughter and catcalls burst even louder from the speakers. The beautiful, nude girl spins, wet hair flying. Then dashes out the door.

“EVEN BETTER FROM THIS SIDE!” A voice calls after her.

——-

Amy was still justifiably angry. Even days later. Barely sparing a word for her simpering boyfriend. He spent most of his time at home waiting on her hand and foot. Doing anything he could for her forgiveness.

At night he frantically masturbates to the pics and videos from his beautiful neighbors’ erotic ‘My Fanz’ page. Frustrated and ashamed at how his relationship with Amy is going. He feels lost in his experiences of lust and stress.

He can’t stop texting, even after the humiliating night at their apartment. Encouraged by the girls’ constant sexts. Letting him know they think he is really cute and they wouldn’t treat him like his boring girlfriend.

‘YOU NEED TO BE BOLD’ Addison texts him.

‘A GIRL LIKE THAT WANTS YOU TO TAKE CHARGE’ Is Hayley’s suggestion.

Their constant badgering finally convinces him to take a chance. He waits until Amy steps into the shower. Then quickly strips and slips in behind her.

“I, uh...I thought we should conserve water.” He tries to say boldly. Though it comes out more like a whiny squeak as he looks up at her.

Amy glances at him. He looks more like a wet little boy than the man she loves. His eyes begged for any intimacy. She just shrugs and turns her back on him.

Marty stands trembling in the spray of hot water that comes off the beautiful woman. Not quite sure what to do next. Tentatively he reaches out. His fingers gently brushing her shoulder.

The water splashes him as Amy spins to slap his hand off. She frowns down at him for a moment. Looking like she was about to say something. Then she pushes past him out of the shower.

Marty stands alone under the water. Despondent and tearing up. He tries to hold back sobs. His right hand reaches down to his little penis.

The tiny bump quickly grows to its full, sad length. His fingers quickly tugging at his little twig. Tears running down his cheeks. Washed away by the warm shower.

He groans as his knob drizzles cum down his thighs. The pale goo quickly washed away. He washes his hands clean before stepping out of the shower.

With his head held low, Marty shambles into the bedroom. Only to find Amy laying on the bed. Still beautifully wet and naked. Her legs spread wide. Left hand slowly rubbing her clit.

“If you want me to forgive you, you will have to put in some work.” She points at her already wet pussy.

Marty gives her a weak grin and a nod. Eagerly he lays down between her pale legs.

——-

Marty sits in his little cubicle on Friday. He had been an eager worker the last few days. Amy had thawed and he was going down on her every night.

She still wasn’t touching him, but that is ok. At least she isn’t mad anymore. Having accepted his excuse that he didn’t know the camera was on.

His phone has a dozen texts from Addison and Hayley. Sexy photos and lewd comments. All left unanswered. He figures he should stop talking with them if he has a chance to make up with Amy.

He breathes heavily through his thin face mask. Closely watching the clock. He wipes his desk down for the forth time today.

His fellow employees have been getting called into their supervisor’s office every half hour. Hopefully discussing bonuses and promotions. His turn comes soon at three. Marty is confident that his perseverance is about to be paid off.

“Marty!” Sharon finally gestures from her open door.

He swiftly stands and strides across the office. “Close the door behind you.” She orders, as he enters her office.

Sharon is a handsome woman in her late forties. Thin and a little bony. She has dark shoulder length hair and a large bust under her sharp skirt-suit.

He sits in a comfy chair before her large mahogany desk. Listening to her drone on for ten minutes about the state of the company during the pandemic.

“Therefore, we will be holding a round of layoffs.” She finishes her speech.

Marty snaps back to alertness. A cold fear shivering through him. “Does that include me?” He whimpers.

Sharon stands. “Well, that remains to be seen.” She circles her desk and moves to stand next to his chair. “I’ve always found you quite cute.” Sharon purrs as she unbuttons her jacket. Revealing a shimmery, pink blouse beneath.

Marty’s eyes lock on the outline of his boss’s nipples through the silk. His mouth feels dry with a horrified shock. “I...huh...uh...” He chokes out.

“Perhaps if you show how loyal you can be?” The older woman suggests. Sliding a hand down the short man’s chest and onto his crotch. “I could put in a good word.”

“Can you be...loyal?” She whispers in his ear. Slowly, but firmly rubbing his groin through his slacks. Her other hand sliding up her silk shirt to rub her own breasts. “Would you like to play with them?” Sharon let’s a moan slip from her lips.

Whimpering, Marty isn’t sure what to do. He loves his girlfriend, but they need him to keep his job. Plus, he can already feel his penis twitching and growing.

“I...um, yes ma’am.” He squeaks. Reaching up and groping his supervisor through her silk blouse.

Sharon’s breasts feel like they must be twice as large as his girlfriend’s perky C-cups. Soft and jiggly beneath her blouse.

With a grin, Sharon quickly unbuttons her blouse. Revealing a massive amount of cleavage barely held back by a thin silk bra. Pale blue and just a shimmery as her shirt.

A nursing bra, Marty realizes. Sharon unsnaps the lingerie at her shoulders. Dropping the cups away. Her big floppy breasts tumble out. Now only framed by the harness of her bra.

“I love to have them sucked.” She reveals. Leaning in so her bountiful orbs hang closer to his face.

Marty grabs the older woman’s tits and pulls her right nipple to his lips. Sucking as if he was her darling boy. His little penis straining in its erection. Harder than it’s been during the whole of the pandemic.

The sounds of the office are muffled by the door. Unknowing workers going about their jobs. Meanwhile, Marty sucks his supervisor’s large breasts. Whimpering quietly in his excitement. His right hand reaches down to unbuckle his slacks. Opening his fly wide.

Sharon reaches into the young man’s briefs with a grin. Delighting in the feel of his lips sucking her nipples. Her fingers find his penis. Eagerly she starts to explore his manhood.

Shivers of pleasure run up Marty’s spine as the older woman fingers his little penis and balls. He tugs on one of her breasts as he sucks on the other. Almost as if trying to draw milk from the woman’s soft orbs. Thrusting his crotch forward, toward her hand.

The supervisor’s eyes go wide as her fingers fully explore her employee’s penis. She stands suddenly. Her nipple pulled out of Marty’s mouth. Leaving the boy whimpering.

“Take your pants off!” Sharon orders. Her voice gruff.

Eagerly, Marty stands and yanks his pants and underwear to the floor. Proudly displaying his erection for his supervisor. He starts to pull his shirt off, but stops when he sees the look on her face.

“You’re tiny.” Sharon whispers at first. Her eyes wide, staring at his crotch. “You have a baby penis.” Her eyes rose up to meet him. Her horror turned to mirth. “Pathetic.”

Marty’s own eyes fill with tears. When he sniffles, his supervisor grins cruelly. “You’re just a miserable little boy. Aren’t you?” She prods. When he just sniffles she sharply asks. “Aren’t you!”

“Yeh...yes, ma’am.” He answers morosely.

“What are you?” Sharon asks. Bringing her hands up to tweak her nipples.

“I’m...I’m...pathetic?” He whimpers.
“And, why are you pathetic?”
“My...my tiny penis?” Marty wipes tears from his cheeks as she

nods happily.
“I don’t think we can even call it a penis. Can we?” She asks

cruelly, stepping close to her sniffling employee. She reaches down and pins his sad, manhood between her thumb and forefinger.

“N...no, ma’am.”

“A little boy would play with his willy.” He squeals as she pinches his tip and pulls. “But you are no boy. Are you?” Another pinch. “Are you!”

“No ma’am!” He squeaks.

“It’s your dolly!” Sharon crows. “A little girl plays with her dolly.” She pinches again. “Name it, pansy. Name your dolly.”

Marty wipes tears from his eyes “Um...um...Bunny?” He blurts the first thing that comes to mind. The humiliating nickname his girlfriend sometimes calls him. The short man’s shoulders slump with shame.

His supervisor grins, “Bunny? Yes, it suits you.”

She grabs the pathetic boy and pulls him over her lap as she sits on the comfy chair. Tipping his round ass up and forcing his face toward the floor. Relishing in her power over the sissy.

“You deserve to be punished for pretending to be a man.” She informs him. Rubbing the palm of her hand in circles on his rear.

In one swift motion, Sharon brings her hand up. Then she smacks it down on his round ass. His white skin ripples away from her firm hand. Making his body tense from the pain.

On the second firm spank, Marty lets out a painful squeak. His ass clenches and his little bunny throbs. His boss chuckles above him.

Her hand swats his rear again and again. Turning his bottom more and more red. He kicks his legs like a petulant child. Tears flowing freely as he whimpers and sobs.

Finally, Sharon stands. Dumping the pathetic employee on the floor. She begins buttoning up her blouse as she sneers down at him.

“You’re fired.” She pokes at his groin with her high-heel shoe. “Get dressed and get out.”

With tears still flowing, he flees Sharon’s office. Back to his cubicle to pack up his things.

——- ——-

‘MAYBE YOU SHOULD COME OVER’ Marty stares down at the text from Addison. Sitting in his car, the engine still pinging as it settles.

He stares up at his apartment from the parking lot. How can he tell Amy that he lost his job? He leans his head against his steering wheel. Trying to hold back sobs.

His phone buzzes again. Demanding his attention. His eyes open wide at the picture that shows when he picks it up.

Addison leans out from behind a glass shower stall. Completely naked. One arm across her large breasts. Her pussy is meticulously blocked by soap bubbles on the glass stall.

‘YOU LOOK HOT!’ He texts back. He isn’t sure why he had texted her about losing his job.

The dejected young man takes a deep breath. Then he leaves his car. Heading up to his apartment to face the music.

——-

He was going to go home. Marty tells himself as Addison opens her door with a smile. He’s sure he was. Something made him knock on his neighbors’ door, though.

“I’m glad you came over.” The blonde grins as she pulls him inside. “I’m so sorry you lost your job.” She frowns as she closes the door behind him. Then she gently caresses his cheek. “Maybe I can help you feel better.”

“Ah...sure. I, uh...I’d like that.” He sighs as he follows her into her bedroom. “Um...what are we...”

“Hayley is out.” Addison explains. “I need help with a photo shoot. Is that ok?”

Marty gulps hard as she pulls off her T-shirt. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I guess.” The blonde nods happily. Her big tits bouncing in her red, lace bra. She hands him a camera.

“I’ll get changed real quick.” She heads into the bathroom. Taking off her bra as she goes. Though all Marty can see is her bare back and a slice of sideboob before the door closes.

“Well.” Hayley whispers from her perch on the edge of the bathtub.

“He’s going to take some pictures of me.”Addison explains as she quickly strips. “I’ll get him naked as we go.”

Hayley nods as she watches her naked roommate pull on a gauzy, white negligee. With just a bit of lace to cover her nipples. Plus, a matching thong. Then the blonde heads back into their bedroom.

Addison crosses the bedroom to the nervous boy. Giving him a lusty smile as she caresses his cheek, and hands him a camera. Then she moves to the bed. “Just keep snapping as I pose.” She directs.

As he clicks pic after pic, the short boy’s penis grows hard. He can’t help getting excited by the beautiful blonde on the bed. On her hands and knees, posing seductively. It’s for her fans, Marty knows. Though, it feels like she is posing for him.

“I don’t feel comfortable.” Addison says after a few minutes. She stops posing and sits on her knees. Though she makes sure to arch her back a little. Thrusting her big tits out. As if offering them to her makeshift cameraman.

“Um, is there anything I can do?” Marty asks eagerly. Not wanting the photo shoot to end.

She touches a finger to her strawberry lips. Addison nods, “If you stripped to your underwear...” She hesitates, nibbling on her fingertip. “I...I think that would help me feel more comfortable.”

Marty hesitates before nodding. Then he slowly, and awkwardly pulls his work clothes off. Finally standing before the beautiful woman in his cotton briefs.

“Yes, that’s better.” Addison moves back to posing. Her gaze lingering on the little bump in his underwear.

She spends a few more minutes posing. The mostly nude boy clicking the camera. His arousal is nearly palpable.

“Why don’t you come closer.” Addison coos at him. Running her hands through her blonde hair.

Marty steps next to the bed. He places one knee on the mattress. She moves close to him. Licking her lips.

The short boy whimpers as she gently grabs his hips. The camera tumbles from his fingers as she guides him to his back on the bed. She runs her fingers down his smooth chest.

Her breath catches in her chest as she grabs the top of his cotton briefs. Then she slowly slides them down. Revealing more and more hairless groin. Finally revealing his tiny, three-inch erection just above his smooth, half-descended scrotum.

“Holy shit, Hayley!” Addison crows. “He’s got a baby dick!”

Marty starts to struggle with shock. The taller blonde easily holds him down though. Her black roommate strides across the room from the doorway. Snapping a yellow, cloth tape measure between her hands.

“No! Hey! I...I got to go.” Marty struggles.

“Shut up, wimp!” Addison growls. She reaches up and slaps the pinned boy across his cheek.

Hayley kneels on Marty’s hairless chest when she reaches the bed. Grabbing at his groin. Her black fingers pinch the pink tip of his little twig. Making him squeal from the pain. Pulling it up straight.

“Just under three inches.” Hayley announces. Both girls laugh uproariously. They fall off the wimp as he struggles off the bed.

Tears fill his eyes as he scoops his clothes up in a bundle. Then flees the apartment. Only dressing outside on the landing. He shivers in his humiliation. Before opening the door to his own apartment.

——-

“Why are you crying, honey?” Amy rises from the couch when Marty enters the apartment. She rushes over to him, orange curls bouncing.

She guides her weeping boyfriend over to the couch. “Whatever it is I’m sure we can work through it.” She assures him. Sitting next to him and taking him in a hug. She rests his head against her shoulder.

Her words ring hollow in his ears. A vision of him climbing on the bed with a nearly naked Addison flashes behind his eyes. Marty tries to blink back tears.

“Unh...I...I lost my job.” He sniffles.

Amy pulls away from him. “Oh no.” She whispers. He can hear the dread in her voice.

“They hacked up my department pretty bad.” He explains. Wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Massive layoffs. Due to the global crisis, I guess.”

They sit together as the sky grows dark. The couple discussed their options and plans. Without their jobs the apartment will be in jeopardy.

Through the next week they both apply to dozens of jobs. Mostly online though. The few interviews Marty gets are uncomfortable behind a blue face mask. They all end quickly.

By Friday he finds out that his old boss had filed a sexual harassment complaint. Officially that was why he had been fired. Which puts his unemployment in jeopardy. He has also been black-balled in his industry.

That afternoon they found a notice on their door. A warning that next month's rent would have to be early. Otherwise they would be evicted on the first.

An obvious attempt to remove poor tenants before a statewide rent freeze.

——-

“Boring!” Addison complains. The beautiful blonde tosses the tv remote on the couch. “I’m bored and horny.”

Hayley smiles as she takes a sip of wine. She sits at the little breakfast nook. With a nice view of the apartment pools. Empty of bathers, even though swimming season had recently started.

The blonde crosses to the table and pours herself another glass of wine. “I will remind you, that you lost our bet.” Hayley leans back in her chair triumphantly.

“Oh, come on.” Addison moans. “You can’t expect me to suck that. It’s not even a dick.” She frowns at her roommate. “He should be ashamed to even call it one. Or punished.”

Hayley perks up at the last statement. “Punished?” She tries the word out on her rosy lips. “Yes, why don’t we play some punishment games with our tiny neighbor. Teach him his proper place.”

With a ‘clink,’ Addison places her empty glass down. Her eyes flashing with excitement. “Ooh! Yeah, let’s do that!”

With a nod, Hayley assures her, “We will. Oh we will.” She slides her chair out from the table. “First though, if you are not going to suck his pud.” She pats her lap. “An afternoon of punishment, is in order.”

Addison sighs, but quickly strips off her jeans. Only to lay herself across her curvy roommate’s lap. Her cute ass turned up. Barely covered by red lace.

The blonde squeals at Hayley’s first firm spank.

——-

“How could you have gotten fired for sexual harassment!” The ginger girlfriend is pissed. Her cheeks flushed red with anger as she yelled at a cowed Marty.

“I’m...Im so sorry.” He whimpers.

“Are...are you some sort of pervert?” She asks. When he flinches from her words she has a burst of inspiration. “Did...did you set me up for your friends?” Her words are dangerously quiet.

Marty shrugs his trembling shoulders. “Sorry?” He squeaks. “You tiny dicked shit!” She screams at him.
Marty shivers with the memory of his neighbors pinning him

down. Naked on their bed. Pinching and measuring his penis. “You sad, little fuck!” She easily pushes him down on the couch.

Her anger cowing him into inactivity.
Amy tears his pants and underwear off. Pointing down at his

tiny penis. “That...that bit of nothing has never satisfied me.” She grabs his little bump and forces him off the couch by pulling it.

Marty squeals as she nearly drags him down the hall by his penis. “Let’s see how funny you find it when your ‘friends’ see how pathetic you are.” She growls.

She drags him before his computer. “Call up your boys.” Amy orders.

Her boyfriend sniffles as he gets all his friends on a video call. “What’s up?” Greg asks, the last to log on.

“Marty here has a ‘little’ secret here to show you.” Amy informs them. Cruelty dripping from her words. “Stand up.” She orders in a harsh voice.

Marty blinks back tears as he hesitates. Only moving when his girlfriend smacks the back of his head. “Now!” He jumps up. His crotch right in view of his computer’s camera.

“Holy shit man!” Wendell shouts in amazement. “You got a micro-penis!”

The other boys laugh as Amy grabs Marty’s tiny bud. Pulling on it to show them just how pathetic it is. The wimp boyfriend can’t hold back his tears any longer. He openly sobs before his laughing ‘friends.’

“I bet you boys have real dicks.” Amy grins at the monitor. “Once this pandemic is over, maybe I’ll have you over. You can show this pathetic boy how a real man fucks.”

Amy leaves her wimp, boyfriend standing in their bedroom. Weeping in front of his computer. His tiny nub on display.

——-

Marty spends the next few days trying to avoid his girlfriend. Not easy to do, as the city was placed under lockdown restrictions. Amy stalks around the apartment. Still obviously angry.

He mostly spent his time on his computer. Appearing as ‘offline.’ Not wanting to respond to the many mocking messages his former friends have sent him. Pictures of tiny penises. Asking if they were him.

The days begin to run together. Wake up on the couch, apply online for jobs, maybe wear a mask to get groceries or go for a walk, then back to sleep. His life feels cloying with no opportunity to meet people in the outside world.

On what feels like a Wednesday evening, Addison texts him. ‘YOU SHOULD COME OVER. I NEED HELP IN THE SHOWER.’

Marty spends a long time just blinking at his phone screen. His little penis begins twitching, though. Something he hasn't done since the last time he was over at his neighbors. He hasn’t even been able to get hard to masturbate.

‘I CANT GF REAL ANGRY’ He finally types.
‘MAYBE I CAN HELP. COME OVER!’ Addison sends back. The wimp spends a long time thinking. ‘OK’ He finally

responds. His penis fully erect now.
“Going for a walk.” He mumbles toward the bedroom before

heading out of his apartment. Just to cross the landing. Addison opens her door with a grin before he even gets there.

She looks sultry dressed only in a half open, terry cloth robe. Pink and fluffy, half of her breasts peak out. The front open down to her navel.

The blonde pulls him in and shuts the door. “Strip.” She orders. When he hesitates she puts her hands on her hips. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” She nods down at his crotch. “You’re tiny, I know. I need someone to scrub my back.”

With his short body shivering Marty does as told. Stripping all his clothes off in her living room. He bites his lower lip before pulling his cotton briefs to his ankles. Straightening back up as his little erection peaks up at the sensual blonde.

“Oh, your little winkie is already excited.” Addison jibes. “Bunny.” The short boy can’t help mumbling.
“What?” The beautiful woman asks incredulously. “N...nothing.” He whispers. Lowering his head in shame. Addison steps up to him. Reaching down and gripping his hard

little nub. Making him whimper in pain and shock. “You never tell me no! Understand, you little wimp?” She demands.

“Y...yes.” He gasps.
“Yes what?” She asks with a slap to his cheek.
“Yes ma’am?” He asks desperately to the blonde’s triumphant

grin.
“Now tell me what you said.” She orders. Gently stroking his

little bud with just a couple fingers. A reward for his obedience.

Haltingly, he recounts the sexual interaction he had with his old boss. Every humiliating moment of it. The entire time she strokes him slowly and gently.

Her other hand slips a breast out of her robe. She squeezes and gropes herself in her excitement at his shame. She relishes in just how weak the short boy is. So unlike her usual lovers.

“So your penis is bunny?”

Marty nods his head. His cheeks flushing even redder than they already had been. He hates the humiliation, but part of him desires her physical touch. More than he has gotten from his girlfriend in what feels like weeks.

“That’s awesome.” She grins. Addison leans down and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Then guides him into the bathroom.

Marty’s eyes goggle as she drops her robe. Revealing her tanned body in all its beauty. She runs her hands up and down her flanks. Letting him drink in the sight.

After a long moment, Addison turns on the shower. Letting the glassed-in stall get nice and steamy. When she is satisfied by the heat she steps in and gestures to the pale wimp.

Marty eagerly follows the beautiful blonde under the hot water of twin, custom shower heads. “Don’t be shy.” Addison instructs him as a teacher would a dense student. “You can touch me anywhere. I need you to get me nice and sudsy.” She pulls a bottle of body wash from an inset shelf.

“Uh...ok.” He gulps. Still unsure, he reaches out and places his hands on her hips from behind.

Wisps of steam float around them as the blonde squirts soap onto her breasts. Her delicate fingers rubbing her full globes. Lathering them into snow covered peaks.

The pale boy behind her begins to explore her body with his hands. Running them up, and then down her back. Moving further down. His wimpy fingers grip her sweet ass.

Addison moans slightly. Enjoying the sissy’s touch, despite how pathetic he is. Her hands trail suds down her flat belly to the Y of her groin. She bites her lip as she gently rubs her cunny. Her eyes closing as she loses herself in the pleasure.

Marty can’t wait for the beauty to turn around. He delights in the softness of her derrière. Giving her round globes a few squeezes. Then slides his hands up her sides. Around to her front. His fingers cup her lush, soapy breasts from behind. With a grin on his face, the short man gives them a hungry squeeze.

Her eyes flicker open wide when she feels something poke at her round ass. Marty grows bolder with his touch. He presses so close his hard bunny touches the hot blonde. He begins to roll his hips against her soft rear. Burying his full three inches between her cheeks.

With a growl, Addison spins around. Slapping the short wimp across the face. As he stumbles back against the shower wall in shock, she reaches down.

Marty squeals as she grabs and squeezes his teeny beans and weenie. She lifts up, forcing him to his tiptoes. Grabbing his neck with her free hand.

“This doesn’t touch me without my express permission.” Addison snarls loudly. “Understand?”

“Yes! Yes, sorry ma’am!” The sissy squeals.

Addison squeezes his groin one more time. Then let him go. Her face almost instantly forming back into a smile. As if the last ten seconds hadn’t happened.

“Good. Now lather my back.” She orders sweetly. Handing him the soap.

Chagrined, Marty begins lathering her shoulders. Slowly spreading soap all over her backside. He tries not to sob as he touches Addison’s amazing body.

The tall blonde turns around. Her beautiful face grins down at him. “Now the front.”

Marty looks up at her. An unspoken request for permission. She nods at him. Like a queen to her subject.

The suds drip down her beautiful body as he rubs her front. From her flat tummy, to up and over her full breasts. Up and down, his fingers explore. He begins to squeeze her tits as he grows bolder.

Eventually his hands begin to drift further down, below her tummy. He glances up for permission. Receiving another nod and a grin. The short boy smiles as he slides his soapy hands down.

Addison’s thighs squeeze slightly as Marty’s fingers rub over her sensitive cunny. She moans slightly as he slowly caresses her most precious spot. He reaches around her with one hand to squeeze her sweet ass. Not lathering her now, just fondling her netherbits.

She lets the simp play with her body for a few long moments. Then she steps under the spraying water to wash off. Marty continues to caress her as she cleans.

“Your turn.” The blonde announces.

She takes Marty by his shoulders. Guiding him under the water. Facing him away from her. Then she lathers soap up and down his back.

When she reaches his ass the sissy squeaks. Her fingers press deeper between his round buns than he expected. Brazenly rubbing his tight little asshole.

“This is going to hurt at first.” Addison warns him gently. Moving one hand around his front to lather soap on his smooth chest. Her other hand gently stroking his anal flower.

Her hand on his front slides down to his crotch. Making him shiver as she caresses his little penis and balls. Lathering them nice and slippery. Then gently stroking his little, hard nub with her thumb and forefinger.

“I think you know this will feel so right for you.” She whispers in his ear. Making him shiver by giving his earlobe a little nibble.

The sexy blonde strokes the short boy as she forcefully pushes her finger into his virgin hole. She bites her lower lip at how tight his puckered bud is. Delighting in his pained whimpers.

Tears fill Marty’s eyes. Even slick with suds, the finger violating his ass burns. He can’t help his ass from clenching. Trying to keep out the unwanted intruder, but causing him even more pain.

His whole body shivers at the unnatural feeling of something opening up his ass. Then forcing its way deeper and deeper inside him. It’s an extremely emasculating experience. One that makes his whole body quake.

“Ooh, sissy likes?” Addison says as she finally fits her whole finger up his soft bum. His hips thrust forward in spasms. Stroking himself through her fingers.

His smooth balls contract as a strange orgasm takes hold. Addison pinches the base of his little penis. His balls desperately pump. But only a few little streams of sissy jizz drizzle out. His orgasm ruined.

Addison shoves her finger as deep as it will go. Prolonging his orgasm in tatters. Relishing in Marty’s shameful whimpering.

Even after she pulls away he shivers. His body shuddering as if still trying to cum. Only nothing comes out now. Just a hollow ache in his little balls. An unpleasant throbbing in his tiny, soft bunny.

“Now let’s see if you are any good at pussylicking.” She announces with a smirk. Forcing the sissy to his knees under the hot shower.

From his knees, Marty gazes up the statuesque blonde’s body. She towers above him with a grin. His cruel queen passing down judgment.

She judges him pitiful.
Marty leans in and buries his face in her soft, soapy muff.

——-

Early, on what feels like a Tuesday morning Amy steps up behind Marty as he plays a game on his computer. She gently places her hand on his shoulder. She bites her lip, a little unsure with what she wants to say.

“I don’t want to be angry with you anymore.” She nearly whispers. “I don’t want to walk around the apartment on eggshells.”

Marty turns toward her. His eyes goggling. She looks beautiful in some wispy negligee she had just ordered online. Much sexier than her normal, white, cotton underthings.

She wears a matching top and bottom set with stockings. A sheer, black crop-top and shorts. Her treasures are visible underneath. Barely obscured by her lingerie.

“I’m so sorry.” Marty gasps. “Please, please, I’m so sorry.” He hugs her waist and leans his face against her tummy. Starting to sob.

“It’s ok. You’re ok.” She caresses his head. “I forgive you.”

Amy holds him for a few long minutes. Just letting him cry against her. Then she guides him out of his chair and over to their

bed. Pulling him down on top of her petite body as she lays back on the bed.

Passionately, they kiss as he climbs more fully on top of her. He straddles her hips. Grinding against her as their tongues dance together. His hands reach under her gauzy top. Eagerly groping her perky C-cups.

With short, eager moans Amy reaches down and tugs Marty’s pants down over his ass. Then she reaches underneath him. Her fingers finding his still flaccid penis. She begins tugging his little bud. A desperate attempt to get him hard.

The couple spends some time kissing and rubbing against each other. Still, Marty can’t get an erection. Eventually he rolls off of her. His eyes starting to tear up.

“It’s ok...ssh. SSH.” Amy caresses his chest. “We all get stressed...it’s ok.”

The two lovers cuddle for a long time. Bathed in the glow of his computer.

——-

Marty stands before his neighbors’ door. He hesitates to knock. Not wanting to jeopardize things with his girlfriend. Not now that they seem to have reconciled.

Hayley’s text allowed no dissent, ‘COME OVER NOW! NEED MY PUSSY LICKED.’

He waited a full five minutes. His little pud got harder and harder as he tried to ignore the text. Finally he made an excuse and left the apartment.

Hayley opens the door and grins down at the white boy. She looks extra naughty with her curvy, black body in a slutty

Cleopatra costume. Complete with golden, cobra tiara, and shiny white high heel shoes.

“On your hands and knees, slave.” She orders with a growl.

Marty does as she commands. He drops to his hands and knees. His bottom half still outside the door. His head was hanging in shame. His erection throbbing in his underwear.

“No.” She sneers down at him. “Crawl like a worm.”

Marty lowers himself to his belly. Slowly, he crawl/wiggles into her apartment. Slithering across her carpet in shame.

Hayley steps down on his back in high heel shoes. Pinning the wimp to the floor. Relishing in her power over the boy.

“If you do well,” She muses. “I may not punish you...This time.”

She sits on her couch and spreads her ebony legs wide. Pushing her gauzy, white dress out of the way. She runs her fingers up and down her skin. Eager in her anticipation.

Marty slowly crawls to his mistress. He obediently kisses his way up her thighs. Then buries his face in her honey pot. His tongue tasting her sweet femininity.

——-

On what feels like a Wednesday, Amy and Marty look up at a hard knock on their front door. They had both been lounging on the couch. Watching tv and zoning out.

“Hey there, little guy.” A deep voice croons when Marty opens the door. “Is your mama home?”

Hank, their obese landlord pushes past the short white boy. The big black man grins lustily at the petite redhead on the couch. “I’m here for next month’s rent. I’m sure you saw the notice.” He explains.

“Is that...is that already?” Amy asks weakly.

Marty knows they don’t have the money. In truth they haven’t even been applying to jobs for...is it a few days? Weeks? Hard to remember.

“That’s right, cutie.” The black man grins. “Time to pay up.”

“We...we don’t have it.” Amy stands. The worry was obvious on her face.

“Then you are both out on your cute asses.” He sneers. Looking down at Marty.

“There’s...there’s got to be something we can do?” The white boy begs. “I could do...um, computer stuff? Yard...maintenance.”

Hank scoffs down at him. “I don’t think so. Looks like it’s time to find new tenants. “ He turns as if to leave. “Unless...”

The cute ginger girl shivers under his gaze. A strange thrill running through her. “Unless?” She squeaks.

“I could make some allowances...for a friend.” The big man slowly licks his lips at Amy.

“What...what kind of friend?” Her voice is nearly a whisper.

“Let’s go in your bedroom and find out.” Hank gestures down the hall.

Marty’s heart seems to skip a beat. Surely he can’t be asking...

The moment seems to draw out as they each wait for someone else to speak...

“Sure.” Amy finally answers. Her voice growing bolder. “Let’s go talk about it.”

“Amy...” Marty’s voice cracks. As does his heart.
“Hush!” She chides him. “Where else could we go?”
Hank puts his arm around the small girl’s shoulder. Almost like

she’s his girlfriend, and not Marty’s. He leads her into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind them.

Shaken, Marty sits on the couch. His body shivering and cold. He’s filled with an impotent dread. Lamenting that he should have protested stronger.

The woman he loves is in there with the big landlord. Doing god knows what. Something unpleasant, no doubt. Something humiliating.

He sits in a daze. Only moving when he hears a disturbing sound from the bedroom. A long moan that sends a shiver up and down his spine. Amy, he recognizes her voice.

He listens for agonizingly long minutes. Amy’s moans are soon matched by deeper, manly groans. Sex moans. Their landlord is fucking his girlfriend. While he uselessly sits on the couch. A cuckold.

When he hears Amy cry, “Oh yes! God yes!” Marty stands up.

The sissy stumbles down the hallway. His arms and legs moving almost of their own accord. Like a puppet with tangled strings. His girlfriend’s cries of pleasure grow louder in his ears.

With his heart beating heavily in his chest, Marty opens the door to the bedroom. His eyes go wide and his knees tremble. The tableau before him breaking his heart.

Amy moans beneath the big black man. On her elbows and knees. A pale white girl. Her orange hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her face pressed into a pillow below her. Bunched up in her arms.

Hank leans over the small white girl. Nearly hiding her under his bulk. His cock thrusts deep inside her. Drawing an excited squeal from the exhausted girl with each plunge.

At the door, Marty sniffs hard. Blinking back tears. From his angle, he has a good view of his landlord’s big black balls slapping Amy’s wet cunt. The weak, white boy slides down the door jam. Falling to his knees.

The sissy’s eyes lock on Hank’s balls. Horribly fascinated as he sees them begin to clench rhythmically. Pumping their hot load into his girlfriend as the obese man groans loudly.

When the Alpha is done with her, he pulls his softening dick out of Amy. Stepping back off the bed as pale jizz leaks out of her well pounded cunny. He gives her a stern slap on her cute ass as he turns around.

“Wanted to watch the show, pussy?” The big man grins. Striding past Marty as he buckles his slacks up.

Amy collapses into a quivering heap. Softly moaning. A big, red handprint glowing on her pale bottom.

——-

The couple had avoided each other after Amy had let big Hank fuck her. They just couldn’t come up with words to say to each other. Both left in their own bubbles of anguish and confusion.

The next day, or maybe the day after, Marty slowly psyched himself up to confront his girlfriend. “Why didn’t you say no?” His voice is bold. Manly, he’s sure.

“Why didn’t you kick him out?” Amy snaps back almost instantly. “Why didn’t you ask me not to fuck him?” She steps close to her shocked boyfriend. “Why can’t you get it up?”

She pokes him hard in the chest. Drawing a gulping sob from the weak boy. His eyes quickly fill with tears.

“I...uh...I...I have to take a walk.” He panics. Heading swiftly for the front door.

“That’s what I thought.” She calls after him. The door swings shut as he flees the apartment.

Marty finds himself knocking on his neighbors’ door. Everything is blurry with the tears in his eyes. Try as he might, he can’t stop sobbing.

“Oh, what’s wrong baby.” Hayley asks, not unkindly, as she opens the door.

Addison guides the sobbing boy inside. She guides him to the couch and sits next to him. Giving him a gentle hug.

“Tell us everything.” The blonde encourages. She shares a glance with her curvy roommate. Unnoticed by the weeping wimp.

Marty tells them the whole story around sniffs and sobs. Of how Hank basically just took his girlfriend. Of how weak and ineffective he felt. Waiting on the couch like a pathetic wretch.

He even describes what he saw when he walked into the bedroom. The big black man fucking his girlfriend from behind. Dominating her like a slutty plaything.

“Oh, baby.” Hayley coos. “Thats just the way the world works. You are a wimp. So the big boys will play with your toys however they want.” She pokes his crotch with an ebony finger. “After all, you aren’t a real man. Are you?”

“No, ma’am.” He whispers sullenly.

“Maybe we should show him how silly it is for him to be jealous.” Addison suggests brightly. “Help him come to terms with his slutty girlfriend eagerly spreading her legs for big, black, cock.”

“Yeah.” Hayley grins. “I bet she loved it after years of this useless thing.” She pinches Marty’s penis through his jeans. “Strip, sissy.”

The white boy stands and removes his clothes for the grinning pair. He hugs his chest, feeling embarrassed. Ashamed that they don’t view him as a man, but something lesser. A pathetic sissy.

“First we need to cover your bunny up.” Hayley announces. She grabs the tip of his penis and stretches it as far as it will go. Then let’s it snap back in place. “I have just the thing.” She raises a finger in the air and heads into the kitchen.

A kitchen drawer rattles as the black woman searches it. Addison strides down the hall. Going to her bedroom in search of something. Soon, the black woman returns with a pair of small, plastic chip-clips.

“Here we go.” Hayley announces. “These will cover that right up.”

Her black hands force his pale thighs further apart. To give her easier access to his sensitive groin. She grabs his tiny pud and eagerly snaps it between the teeth of the first clip. Drawing a pained whimper from the boy.

Then she reaches for his balls. Fireworks of white hot pain burst behind Marty’s eyes as the chip-clip bites down on his half-descended orbs. He squeals at the agony. Bringing his hands down to put a stop to it.

SLAP!

Marty’s ears ring from the black girl’s firm smack across his cheek. Leaving an angry, pink handprint. “You don’t touch that, you little shit!” She hisses at him.

His little balls ache with their torment, and his little penis stings. Still, he nods his obedience. Sniffling back his tears. Placing his hands flat against his hairless chest. Like a chastised child.

Hayley grins cruelly as she twiddles with the clips. Making them jiggle and bounce on the white boy’s suffering groin. Making him gasp and whine from the pain.

“Here we go.” Addison announces as she comes back. “This should help the sissy know his place.” She holds up a cute, yellow, summer dress.

With the wimp sobbing from pain, Hayley nods her approval. She positions the boy and they both toil to pull the dress over him properly. It settles on his shoulders. The thin cloth a little loose on his small frame.

“There we go. That looks good on you.” The blonde assures him. “No mistaking you for a man in that.”

With a finger rubbing her cheek, Hayley disagrees, “He needs something else.” She snaps her fingers with a grin. “Makeup!”

Sullenly, the sissy follows the beautiful girls into Addison’s bedroom. Where they make him sit at her vanity. A white table with a large mirror and pink frills on the edges.

“Cross your legs. Like a proper lady.” Hayley smacks the back of his head.

Withawhimper,thesissydoesastold.​C​ arefullymovinghis right leg over his left.​ ​Crushing the clips together on his groin and sending bursts of agony up his spine. He whimpers up at the two cruel women.

Addison pulls out a selection of makeup. “Now, sit very still.” She orders in a voice that allows no dissent.

Even with his thighs trembling from pain, Marty keeps his head as still as a statue. The two girls begin carefully applying eyeshadow and rouge to his cheeks. His face quickly transformed before his very eyes in the mirror.

“I bet he’d look good in a wig.” Hayley muses. She heads to her own bedroom to rummage around.

Addison holds up a tube of cherry lipstick. “Pucker up.” She directs.

Marty purses his lips. Resigned to his humiliation at the cruel girl’s hands. He wonders why he keeps coming back. It’s obvious the beautiful women only care about abusing him.

Perhaps much of it is to do with loneliness. Since the beginning of the pandemic, he has socialized with few people. Plus the stress has strained his relationship with Amy. They seem to spend more time fighting than loving.

On top of all that, he feels like a loser. A pathetic wimp who failed the woman he loves. Perhaps he even drove her into the arms of another man.

Perhaps he deserves their bullying.

When the lipstick touches his puckered lips, an excited tingle shoots down his spine. An erotic thrill arousing him of a type that he would have never guessed.

His tiny penis throbs in pain. Growing hard between the chip-clip’s biting teeth. He whimpers from both pain and lust. Addison smiles as she turns his lips a sweet shade of red.

When she is done, the blonde stands. Her eyes meet his as she caps the lipstick. She can see the strange desire behind his eyes.

“You enjoy being a sissy.” She tells him.

Marty tries to protest, but his throat seems to dry up. He just slowly shakes his head. Desperately wanting her words to be wrong.

“Here we go.” Hayley crows. Her words breaking the silence.

The curvy woman places a wig on his head. Curly red hair bounces around his face. So very like his girlfriend. Then the black woman turns him toward the mirror.

Marty isn’t sure who it is that stares back at him. An almost cute young woman. His already delicate features have been enhanced by his neighbors’. Now he looks feminine...girly. He would even be fuckable if he had breasts under the dress.

A tear rolls slowly down his cheek.

——-

Something like a week later, Marty finds himself sitting at Addison’s vanity again. Dressed in the cute, yellow dress and wearing the red wig.

At least this time they hadn’t made him wear chip-clips on his teeny privates. Their expert fingers slowly apply makeup to his face. Shamefully, he already has an unwelcome erection.

“He came over again?” Addison asks him to explain further.

Marty nods morosely. Only to have Hayley smack the back of his head. “You’ll smudge your makeup, sissy.” The black woman chides.

“S...sorry.” The white boy apologizes. Then he continues on with his story.

The big landlord, Hank, had visited three more times in fact. Each time he had led Amy back to the bedroom. Not even bothering to shut the door as he fucked the sissy’s girlfriend.

He obviously didn’t view the little white boy as any kind of threat. Marty was totally irrelevant to the man’s desires. Not even a hindrance.

Marty would just sit on the couch and wait until the man was finished using Amy. His shoulders would slump and he would feel sorry for himself. A pathetic excuse for a boyfriend. By the third time he couldn’t help his little pud from getting an erection.

Apparently excited at becoming a cuckold. At listening to his girlfriend moan with pleasure from another man’s dick. A better man’s dick.

“There.” Addison announces, turning the sissy toward the mirror. “You look so pretty.”

Marty shrugs. She is right though. They made him even cuter than last time. Like a cute girl-next-door trying to look goth. Only to just end up looking delightfully sexy.

The blonde gently rubs his back. “You are getting off on this.” She tells him.

“N...no.” He protests. “I don’t...I don’t like this.”

“Yes you do.” She assures him. Slowly pulling the dress up his pale legs. “We showed you what you really are. And you like it.” With a flip of the dress, she reveals his hard little nub. It sticks up between his clenched thighs like a little turtle looking for a berry.

Addison reaches down and gently pinches his erect bump. Not quite tugging on it, but stimulating the sissy all the same. After a couple minutes the sound of Hayley returning makes her stop.

“Here we go.” The black woman grins. “A sucker for our little slut.” She hands the sissy a wrapped sucker.

The wrapper crinkles as he opens it up. Then he pops the candy past his rosy lips. He gives the black woman a hopeful smile.

The two women watch him enjoy the sucker for a minute. “Time for you to do some more sucking.” Hayley announces.

They lead him out to their living room. Addison strips her shorts off and sits on the couch. She spreads her legs wide. An obvious command.

“I’ll put that someplace secure.” Hayley assures the sissy as she takes his sucker out of his mouth.

Obediently, Marty kneels before the blonde. He runs his hands up her smooth legs. Slowly kissing the inside of her thighs. Then directly on her honey pot.

Laying little kisses on her pussylips, the sissy moans his eagerness to serve. Then he licks up and down her moistening slit. Tasting her sparkling juices.

Addison arches her back from the pleasure. Sliding her hands under her tank-top. She flips her lacy bra off her big tits. Squeezing her bountiful orbs and tweaking her hardened nipples. When the sissy’s tongue finally slips inside her wet cunt she gasps loudly. Riding the erotic thrill that bursts through her.

Hayley watches her friend get pleasured for a few minutes. Then she catches the blonde’s gaze. Giving her a nod. The black woman kneels behind the pussylicking sissy.

Unsuspecting, the sissy licks the blonde’s cunny. Addison reaches down and grabs him by the back of his head. Keeping his face buried between her thighs. She grabs one of his wrists with her other hand.

The ebony girl quickly flips up the back of Marty’s dress. Revealing his round, girly ass. With one hand she spreads his asscheeks apart. Her other rubs his wet sucker against his tight anal bud.

In a panic, Marty uses his free hand to ineffectively slap back toward his ass. His only defense is pathetic as the curvy woman slowly pushed the sucker into his bum. Forcing his asshole to open up and take it.

With a squeal of pain Marty’s ass squeezes down on the hard sucker. Almost as if swallowing it up. It burns in his ass as the laughing black woman fucks him with it.

“Keep licking, bitch!” Addison hisses, slapping the side of Marty’s head.

The sissy settles down. Moaning with pain as he’s violated with the hard, little sucker. He continues licking the blonde’s pussy. Sticking it deep in her cunt.

Hayley abuses him until after her roommate has an orgasm. Then she stands. Leaving the sucker stuck in his ass. She strips and sits next to Addison.

“My turn, sissy.” She announces. When he reaches back toward his round ass she barks, “Don’t touch it!”

Sullenly, Marty removes his hand from the sucker’s shaft. He shuffles on his knees. Moving between the dominant woman’s ebony thighs. He can feel the sucker burning inside him with every movement.

Submissively, the sissy buries his face in Hayley’s cunt. Sloppily licking and sucking as she moans above him. Addison watches with a pleased smile. Tweaking her nipples as orgasmic aftershocks still tremble through her tan body.

When Hayley finally cums she grabs the back of Marty’s head. She groans as she rubs her cunt up and down against his face. Smearing her glistening juices on the submissive boy.

Finally, after a short rest, she makes the sissy stand. With a painful yank she pops the sucker out of his ass. “Enjoy.” She grins as she pushes it past his lips.

Marty shivers with shame as he sucks the ass candy.

——-

On what is possibly a Friday, Amy had left the apartment to take a long walk. Saying that she was feeling trapped.

Marty hops up and rushes to the door when he hears a knock. Figuring his girlfriend must have lost her keys. He wants to do whatever he can to be on her good side.

His smile droops to a frown when he finds Hank. Their obese landlord stands there grinning. Looking down at the pathetic white sissy.

“That sweet piece of ass ready for me?” The big man asks.

Marty’s ass involuntarily clenches in fright. “Uh...Amy is out. You can come back later...” He starts.

Hank pushes past him. Stepping boldly into the apartment. “Ain’t got time for later.” He barks. “Got to get my dick wet now.” He looks around. Obviously displeased by the lack of cute white girls.

“Well...I guess it’s gotta be you.” Hank sneers at Marty. “You...aren’t gay?” Marty asks confused.
“Fuck no, twink.” The black man guffaws. “But I ain’t gonna be

the one sucking dick.”
“Well, I’m not...” Marty starts.
WHACK!
The sissy’s head spins. Hank’s slap had easily knocked him to

the floor. His eyesight shimmers from shocking pain.
The large man grabs Marty by his shoulder. He drags the sissy

across the living room. Then tosses him partway down the hallway. Towards the bedroom.

“Best put on something sexy. Then get back out here, pussy.” Hank orders. Moving to sit on the couch.

Marty crawls the rest of the way down the hall. Trying to hold back tears. When he reaches his bedroom he stands. He quickly strips his trembling body. Then moves to Amy’s dresser.

He fingers through her dresses for a minute. None of them seem appropriate, though. Then he moves on to her underwear drawer. A strange thrill passes through him as he handles her cotton panties and bras.

Finally he settles on a knee length, satin nighty. A plain cream-white with a bit of lace on the shoulders and modest neckline. This simple nightgown is one of the sexiest underwear Amy owns.

The sissy hurries back out to the living room. His heart beating hard in his chest. They can’t afford to be kicked out, though. He keeps telling himself.

Marty frowns as he kneels before the fat, black man. “Go on, bitch.” Hank orders.

The little white boy raises his gaze up to beseech the dominant man’s face. A pale sissy, kneeling in his girlfriend’s nighty. A supplicant before his king. His Alpha.

With a quiet whimper, Marty reaches for the man’s groin. Unsnapping Hank’s slacks and unzipping his fly. He spreads the pants wide displaying purple, silk boxers beneath. Marty gulps when he notices the outline of the landlord’s dick through his underwear. It looks huge.

“Go slow, slut.” Hank sneers down at the white boy. “I want you to really savor this. You should worship black cock. Show me you understand your place.”

Marty blinks back tears as he reaches into the man’s pants. He tentatively runs the backs of his fingers up the man’s shaft. Shivering as he touches another man’s cock for the first time. Warm and slick through the silk boxers.

He slides the tip of his fingers up and down the Alpha dick. Fascinated at how it becomes more and more clearly outlined beneath the boxers. From the swell of his balls up to the flared tip.

The cock twitches at his touch. Surprising the sissy and making him jump as the black man chuckles at him. “Give it a kiss. Show it your submission.”

Marty hesitates for a second. Then he leans in. The man’s musk filling his nostrils. Marty closes his eyes as he rubs his cheek against his landlord’s dick. Using his face to caress the giant cock through the purple silk.

When he turns his face, Marty lets his lips settle on Hank’s dick. Gently kissing the hot slab through the boxers. His tummy rumbling in protest. Though his crotch tingles with a strange excitement.

He caresses the shaft with his fingertips. Planting a dozen, increasingly forceful kisses. Trying to remind himself that he is only doing it to keep his home.

Finally, he leans back. Licking his lips. His fingers fumbling for Hank’s waistband under his big belly. Then pulling the boxers away. Marty peers into the shadows. His gaze searching out the thick anaconda in its nest.

Marty reaches in and grabs the Alpha’s cock. His breath catching as he pulls it out. Pushing the purple boxers down and off Hank’s large black balls.

The pale sissy gazes with awe at the giant black dick. So much bigger than his own three inch erection. Hidden beneath his nightgown. The ebony cock has to be nearly ten inches tall and as thick as the sissy’s wrist.

The flared, round tip is a copper brown. Like well creamed coffee. It glistens with the man’s pre-cum. Showing it’s eagerness for the sissy’s lips.

Pale fingers caress up and down the darker shaft. Feeling like an iron rod covered with soft velvet. Two veins wind their way up the dark flesh. Looking like powerful lightning bolts. Marty’s fingers bounce over them as he slowly pets.

He reaches all the way down to the Alpha’s giant balls. Whimpering quietly, Marty gently fondles the wrinkly sack. The hairy skin is even darker than the shaft. Like a forest in shadow. Feeling bristly and odd against his fingers. So different from his own smooth sack, that never fully descended.

Marty cannot pretend there is any amount of masculinity in him as he slowly strokes a real man’s dick. His girlfriend’s nightgown draped over his feminine body. His little nub hard as it can be between his thighs. His mouth watering as he unconsciously runs

his tongue across his lips. His tummy now shivers with a perverted anticipation.

The sissy lowers his head in shame.

“It’s ok, baby.” Hank reaches down and gently caresses the side of Marty’s face. “It’s ok to want this.”

The touch of the Alpha’s hand on his cheek makes the sissy feel both vulnerable and safe. Marty sniffles as he gives the big man a weak grin. With his right hand around a thick black cock, he reaches down with his left hand. Rubbing his little pud through the nightgown.

Marty leans close and presses his soft lips to the warm dick head. Grimacing as he experiences the faint taste of the man’s pre-cum. Then slipping his tongue out to lightly lick the rest off.

His tongue flicks up and down slowly as he slides his lips down the long shaft. Stopping when his cheek presses against his landlord’s ebony balls. Then slowly moving back up to the tip.

The big landlord leans back and moans happily. Relishing in the feeling of the sissy worshiping his cock. Enjoying his power over the weaker man and his pretty girl. The only thing better to Hank than fucking a man’s woman, is having that man’s lips around your cock.

Marty moves his lips and tongue up and down the black dick for a few minutes. He sucks on the shaft, licks the tip, and rubs his cheeks against the Alpha’s balls. Moaning quietly as he does his best to please the big black man.

With a little effort The sissy presses his face deep between Hank’s thick thighs. He gently sucks one big ball into his mouth. The size of a robin egg, it’s squishy on his tongue. Bristly, black hairs scratching the roof of his mouth. Nearly making him gag.

Marty pulls his nightgown up over his ass with his left hand. Slowly stroking the black dick with his right. Her grabs his hard,

little pud. Pinching and pulling on it, instead of stroking. Whining as the pain makes his thighs tremble.

Tears fill the sissy’s eyes and he shudders through a few sobs. How could he let himself be treated like this? On his knees, a black man’s balls in his mouth. Black cock in his hand. Passionately stroking the man’s lust.

He remembers watching the fat man pounding his girlfriend from behind. Amy on her hands and knees before him. Loudly moaning her pleasure. A little white girl getting manhandled by a big, black Alpha.

Marty remembers watching that black ass thrusting with fascination. Ebony balls slapping her wet pussy. Then those balls clenched as he grunted. Spilling his pale seed deep inside her. The same balls he now affectionately suckle.

Drool trickles down his chin as the sissy pulls off of his landlord’s balls. Kissing his way back up the thick, black shaft. He sniffles and blinks away his tears. Painfully pinching the tip of his little, pink bunny.

Marty spreads his lips and slowly takes the flared dick-head into his mouth. Marveling at the size of the thing. How will he be able to take the shaft? How did his girlfriend fit it in her cunny?

He rubs his tongue in circles around the sensitive skin just under the big tip. Slowly getting used to the size of it in his mouth. Breathing heavily through his nose.

“Get on with it, bitch.” Hank grunts. The fat landlord roughly grabs Marty by his hair.

With a pathetic squeak, the sissy’s eyes flutter open wide. The big man forcefully shoves Marty’s head down on his giant pussy wrecker.

Marty gags and chokes as the thick dick spreads his throat wide. Battering it’s way past his lips and cutting off his windpipe. Filling him in a way he could never have imagined.

Suffocating, the sissy begins desperately slapping the big man’s thighs. His world narrowing down to the cruel dick violating his throat. His eyes tearing up.

Hank stands, his fingers still gripping the sissy by his hair. The big man leans in. Forcing his dick into the thrashing sissy inch by inch. Groaning with pleasure at how tight the small, white boy is around his black anaconda.

Part of Marty’s ego shatters as he feels his landlord’s big balls come to rest against his chin. He’s swallowed the whole dick! Choking on every inch! How could he have ever thought himself a man?

The fat man yanks, pulling the pathetic wimp off his dick. Marty chokes and coughs, spitting up streams of saliva. Desperately gasping for air.

“That’s a good start, baby.” Hank grins down at the gasping sissy. He holds the boy by the top of his head with his left hand. “You’re a real good learner.” He praises as he raises his right hand.

SMACK! Marty’s head rings as the big man roughly slaps his left cheek. Leaving an angry, red handprint on his flushed skin. He tries to pull away, but the strong man easily holds him in place.

SMACK! Hank backhands the sissy’s other cheek. “Just a reminder of who’s in charge.” He chuckles. Slapping him again. “Don’t you worry about that sweet air.” Another backhand. “I decide when you get to breathe.”

Marty’s eyes go wide as the Alpha grabs his cheeks and pinches. Forcing his mouth open. Eagerly thrusting his cock at the white boy’s mouth.

The sissy balks. Trying to shake his head while clenching his teeth shut. Slimy penis tip rubbing against them.

“Open ‘em, or I’ll knock them all out.” Hank warns. Shaking his big fist in Marty’s face.

Whimpering, Marty opens his mouth wide. Only to have the giant cock shoved back in. Then driven deep into his throat.

The sissy reaches around and grabs Hank’s black ass. Trying to hold himself stable as he begins to suffocate again. The cock unnaturally shoved deeper in his gullet than anything ever should.

The big landlord happily fucks the sissy. Thrusting as deep in the boy’s throat as he can. His orgasm slowly builds.

Marty grunts with each thrust. Experiencing a throbbing pain as the dick rasps in his throat. Mirrored by a pain in his soul.

His mind wants to wander. To escape to a safe place. Somewhere calm. Somewhere that he can be normal. Be a man. But he is pulled back to his terrible reality with every wet SLAP of black balls against his chin. Sending shivers of humiliation through him.

Slowly the sissy’s vision darkens. All sound in the room begins to muffle for the white boy. Except for a high pitch buzz and Hank’s grunts. With his breath choked off by a thick black dick, Marty begins to pass out.

Suddenly the thick cock pulls out of his throat. Marty desperately gasps for air. Tears running down his cheeks, drool down his chin. He coughs, his eyes looking up at Hank beseechingly.

The black Alpha slips the tip of his dick back in the sissy’s mouth. Grinning, he crows, “Get ready for your reward, bitch.” Stroking his own dick with his strong right hand.

With a groan the big man’s wrinkled balls clench. His dick throbbing as it sprays a load of jizz at the back of the sissy’s throat. “Fuck yeah!” He utters with a satisfied growl.

Marty involuntarily swallows a hot load of cum. His throat massaging the tip of Hank’s dick as it shoots again and again. The sissy gags, blinking hard. Coughing slimy jizz out of his nose.

The grinning landlord pulls his dick away from the coughing sissy. Shooting two more wads of baby batter. Nearly filling the little man’s mouth.

The black Alpha holds Marty’s head by his hair with his left hand. His right jacks his big cock off. Shooting jizz all over the white boy’s face.

Finally, Hank wipes his spent dick in Marty’s hair. Then he pulls his slacks back up. “Not bad, baby. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“Oh, not here though.” The big man adds. As if he just remembered. “Corporate says you’re out. You have three days to get your shit out. Or we throw it in the street.”

The big landlord spits on the sissy as he heads out the door. Leaving Marty on his hands and knees coughing up the black man’s cum into a puddle beneath his lowered head.

When he finally settles down, Marty sobs hard. Feeling broken and abused. He curls up into a soiled heap on the floor. Finding that his little penis had drizzled its own cummies. Fouling his girlfriend’s nightgown. Though, when he had orgasmed, he couldn’t say.

——-

“ I just don’t know what we will do with the furniture.” Amy moans. Not for the first time that day. She gulps back tears as she places more books in a cardboard box.

Nodding, Marty gently pats her back. “I know.” He murmurs. He unfolds their last box. Probably six too few. One of many problems that arise during a last minute move.

Really they don’t have anywhere to go. Especially now that so many people are getting sick. They were going to live out of their cars for at least a few days. Then?

Amy turns to him and gives him a big hug. “I love you so much.” She assures him. “I’m so sorry for what I did with...with...” She starts to sob.

“You never need to apologize.” He says sternly. “I love you, and we’ve both done things we regret.”

Amy nods, grinning through her tears as she looks up at him. “Maybe later I’ll...I’ll give you a...you know. A... B. J.?”

Marty shivers. Thinking of Hank’s giant slab of black, fuck meat. He nods though. “Yeah. I’d love that.”

With a wistful sigh, he carries another full box down to his car. Already near to full with their belongings. Amy’s car is nearly as full. Though the back seat is clear. They figure they will have to sleep there.

When he returns to the apartment he finds Addison and Hayley. The beautiful girls chatting with and watching Amy pack. His girlfriend kneels before their last box as she places mementos in it.

They all turn toward Marty as he comes in. Amy with a loving smile. Their neighbors with mischievous grins. He leaves the front door open. All but forgotten in his shock

“It’s a real shame.” Addison insists as he steps closer. As if continuing a conversation he had missed. “We’ve been having a lot of fun fucking Marty.”

Everyone stops. Letting a long silence hang in the air. Marty and Amy shocked, their neighbors carefully watching the petite redhead.

Finally Addison breaks the silence, “Well, a lot of fun fucking with him anyway.” She finishes.

“Wha...what...”Amy starts to stand. Hayley stops her with a firm hand on her shoulder though.

Addison sneers down at the petite girl.​ “​ Yeah, turns out your boyfriend is a real sissy. Though I think you knew that didn’t you?” She teases. “Certainly you knew after he let you cuck him with that big, black, cock.”

Amy’s eyes go wide in shock. Her gaze searching Marty’s face. She can read the truth there.

“We’ve been doing humiliating and painful things to the sissy.” Hayley whispers in the kneeling girl’s ear. Feeling her shiver beneath her ebony fingers.

“I’ll bet you are quite the submissive, yourself.” Addison suggests. Walking over to the redhead. “I’ll bet I can order you to do anything I want. With the right push.”

Amy feels like a snared rabbit. Her eyes lock onto Addison’s like headlights at night. The tall blonde reaches down to caress the redhead’s blushing cheek with her right hand. Sending an exciting shiver through the petite girl.

The room is silent except for the two women. Amy softly whimpering, though she doesn’t know it. Addison moaning appreciatively at her dominance over the cute girl. The only other sound is distant cars out in the parking lot.

Addison gently caresses the ginger girl’s lips with her right thumb. Still holding her gaze locked in hers. “Suck it, whore.” The blonde orders quietly.

As her lips open, Marty gasps with shock. His little nub gets instantly hard at the erotic sight. His heart thumps wildly in his chest.

Obediently, The petite girl sucks on the slender thumb. She delicately closes her eyes. When she takes a deep breath, her perky chest rises prominently.

Amy can’t help dwelling on what she is doing as she sucks. She always viewed blowjobs as completely submissive and humiliating for a woman. But this is even more shameful. At least sucking a cock gives a man pleasure. This act is just to signal her submission to the beautiful blonde.

With a whine, the redhead’s thighs tremble. Almost as if in a small orgasm. She eagerly slides her tongue along the bottom of Addison’s thumb. Taking the whole thing in her mouth.

Hayley stands when it becomes obvious that the blonde has the petite girl under her sway. The curvy, black girl walks over to the sissy. She grabs him by his hair and forces him to look up into her eyes.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off, bitch.” She orders.

With an obedient nod, Marty begins to strip. Taking off his clothes down to his cotton briefs. The ebony woman reaches down and fondles him through his plain underwear. Grinning at the erection he got from watching his girlfriend submit.

“These too.”

His white briefs drop to his ankles. He watches nervously as the beautiful woman pulls something out of her pocket. A little silk pouch, pink and shimmery.

His thighs shiver as she grabs his pathetic junk. Carefully wrapping his small privates in the pouch. She gives his balls a little squeeze to hear him squeak.

Marty shivers as he looks down. His crotch looks festive with his tiny penis and balls wrapped in shimmering pink with white lace trim. His pleasure packaged away for someone else to open. For someone else to play with.

The blonde removes her thumb from Amy’s mouth. Causing the redhead’s eyes flutter open. She lets out a carnal whimper. One filled with a mixture of longing and lust.

“Stand up, slut.” Addison orders her. Amy quickly rises to her feet. “Strip to your underwear.”

Obviously humiliated, but just as obviously excited, Amy starts to undress before the trio. She pulls off her T-shirt, revealing her usual plain, white bra. Though her hard nipples are clearly outlined under the thin cotton.

Then she unsnaps her jeans and shimmies out of them. Her panties are also white and plain. Her milky thighs keep squeezing together with excitement.

“I have good news, little slut.” Addison steps intimately close to the redhead. Her tanned body towering over the petite redhead. “You get to come live with us.”

“As our pets and servants.” Hayley adds. Reaching down and pinching Marty’s teeny erection through the silk pouch. Making him squeal from pain.

Amy shivers as the blonde slowly slides a finger up from her creamy navel to her bra covered breasts. She gasps as the finger slides between her perky, C-cup mounds. Then across her cleavage. Slipping under her left bra strap.

“You want to be my pet, don’t you.” Addison asks softly. Caressing the girl’s shoulder under the white strap.

Amy feels hot and confused. Is this what it’s like to be hypnotized? She had felt so dirty and used when she let Hank fuck her. But she told herself that she didn’t have a choice.

Now though...she feels excited more than anything. Sure, humiliated and vulnerable too. But excited.

“Yes.” Amy whispers. Her answer comes as a bit of a surprise to herself.

The tall blonde flips the strap down the redhead’s shoulder. “Go to your cars and bring your important boxes up to our apartment.”

When Amy bends down to grab her clothes...SMACK!... she squeals to a sharp pain on her cute ass. “No!” Addison barks after the firm spank. “Just your underwear.”

Amy sniffles and rubs her bottom. Nodding, she heads out of the apartment. The only clothes protecting her modesty is her plain bra and panties.

“You too, sissy.” Hayley orders.

Marty rushes out after his girlfriend. He feels fragile and chagrined wearing only his little silk pouch. He feels less masculine than he would if he were fully nude.

The sissy slinks down the stairs after his girlfriend. She seems almost bold in her near nakedness. Eager to let people see her as she strides to the cars.

Branches rustle as the sissy ducks into the bushes near the bottom of the stairs. He looks around to make sure the coast is clear. Trying to ignore the prickly plants.

Then he dashes out to the cars. Bare ass fully in the wind. He passes Amy, already on her way back. Swiftly he grabs a random box. Then holds it in front of his crotch before rushing upstairs to find his neighbors waiting.

Addison and Hayley give the sissy and his girlfriend a few swats on their bottoms. Savoring their whimpers of pain. Then they send them down to get more boxes.

Over and over the pair risk exposure as they move into their new home.

——- ——-

In a darkened corner, Marty stands with his back to the three beautiful women. His two stunning neighbors, and his cute girl-next-door girlfriend. He isn’t allowed to watch. Made to stand with his nose in the corner like a petulant child.

He is naked, except for the little pink pouch. Silky and soft, it’s tied around his pathetic crotch. Holding his shamefully tiny penis and balls away from the world.

His normally pale ass is pink and stinging. Well punished for being such a sissy. Hayley had chuckled as she spanked him until tears filled his eyes.

He and his girlfriend had finished moving into their neighbors’ tiny spare room. Now the mean girls were delighting in playing with their new toys. Playing rough.

Behind him he hears Amy gasp. Addison has yanked the redhead’s plain, white bra off. Revealing her perky C-cup tits. Boldly reaching up to grope the smaller girl.

Amy’s thighs clench when the black woman shoves her hand into the front of her panties. Making the petite girl groan as she roughly gropes Amy’s soft pussy. Her black fingers squeeze hard enough to cause pain.

The cotton panties hit the floor when Hayley yanks them down. Leaving the redhead completely nude. The two women guide the shorter girl onto a cushioned footstool on her back. Tying her wrists and ankles to the wooden legs.

Amy whimpers quietly. She tugs gently at her bindings. Testing them and finding she is helpless. She gazes up at the two smirking women. The redhead’s face is a mask of vulnerability and worry.

“Let’s get that pussy clean.” Hayley announces, pulling out a razor and shaving cream. Addison stripping off her clothes behind her.

Bound and helpless, Amy’s eyes go wide. Hayley lowers the razor toward the girl’s most sensitive spot. Ebony fingers spread a generous amount of shaving cream around Amy’s cunny. Sending shivers up and down her spine.

When the blade touches her skin, Amy tenses up. Careful not to move. Just whimpering quietly. The blades scrapes along her sensitive skin. Making her shiver with a combination of dread and lust.

Then her view goes dark as Addison sits on the bound girl’s face. The tanned blonde settles on the cushion with her thighs wrapping the redhead’s face. Her cunt pressed down on Amy’s lips.

“Get that tongue deep inside my pussy, pet.” The tall blonde orders

Amy isn’t a lesbian. She’s never even thought about sex with a woman. When she hesitates though, Addison slaps both of her perky tits.

Whimpering, the redhead sticks her tongue out. Slipping between the folds of Addison’s pussylips. Tasting a woman for the first time. Trying to lick as deep as she can. Wanting to please her mistress.

Marty stands with his nose in the corner. Listening to the lewd sounds. Though not allowed to watch. His tiny nub hard in his little silk pouch.

——-

“No! I won’t wear that!” Marty protests in a rare show of defiance.

As the pandemic worsens, the girls decided that it isn’t safe for multiple people to leave the apartment. Things like shopping and running errands should be handled by one point of contact. They all agreed the sissy should be sent to do the grunt work.

He had been fine with that, until they told him he would go out dressed as a girl. Addison had grinned as she held up a short, green cocktail dress and the red wig. Even his girlfriend seemed eager to watch him be humiliated.

“You never get to say no.” Hayley growls.

The angry black woman slaps his cheek. Stunning the sissy to silence. Tears filling his eyes. She then grabs him by his hair and drags him to a chair.

She sits, forcing him to lay over her lap. “If you want to act like a whiny brat, you will be treated like one.” The curvy woman growls.

She tugs down his jeans. Pulling his plain white underwear off too. Revealing his cute, round ass. Pale and feminine, upturned and ready for her stern hand.

Marty gasps and squeals as the black woman spanks his bottom hard. Quickly turning his white globes pink. Her firm hand comes down hard and stinging. He kicks his legs in protest like a bratty little girl.

Amy watches fascinated. Her eyes wide with a strange desire. Her body shivers with each loud SLAP! on her boyfriend’s ass.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please!” He begs after a few minutes. His ass turning from pink to red under Hayley’s vicious onslaught. “Please, mistress!”

With an arrogant grin, the black woman relents. Resting her hand for a moment. She still keeps the sobbing sissy pinned to her lap.

When she finally lets him stand he feels like he’s in a daze. She leads him to the vanity and the girls apply his makeup and wig. Slowly turning him into a girl.

Addison brings over a cocktail dress. Along with a matching pair of lace panties and a bra. “Put these on.” She orders.

Marty still sniffles as he pulls the panties on. Physically they don’t feel much different from his regular underwear. The lace is a bit uncomfortable and it doesn’t cover as much as his briefs.

Mentally though, he feels strangely vulnerable. The sissy feels feminine and delicate as Addison turns him toward the mirror. All trace of the man he wished he was is gone.

She makes him put on the lace bra. It feels uncomfortable and strange on his slight frame. The cups, obviously empty, look ridiculous. Like a child in his mother’s underwear.

Half an hour later he is walking timidly into a grocery store. Dressed like a redhead woman in a green cocktail dress. They had shaved off what little body hair he had and now he looks so out of place that he draws a lot of stares.

Marty can’t help blushing under his pink face mask. It’s covered with Purple Hearts and a white cartoon kitten.

What do they see? He wonders. A sissy in women’s clothes? Or a young woman looking for some dick to suck on?

How can this be his life now?

...When he returns to the apartment he finds all his clothes have been thrown out.

——-

“I want to make sure you will do whatever we say, pet.” Addison caresses Amy’s cheek. “Will you? Do anything for me?”

Amy looks unsure, but nods.

The cute girl pulls her shirt off. Revealing her perky tits in her white, cotton bra. Then she shimmies out of her jeans. Showing off her cute ass in matching panties.

“This, I think.” Addison orders. Handing the girl a nearly sheer babydoll negligee. Pink and sexy, made fore getting fucked in.

Their eyes meet and the taller girl grins. Amy wants to refuse, perhaps this is too far. She finds her courage quickly dries up in the mean girl’s gaze. She just lowers her head and takes the lingerie.

Marty watches as his girlfriend strips in front of the two cruel women. He constantly feels emasculated now. Forced to wear indecently short dresses or a bit of flimsy negligee. His little bunny hidden. Either in a silk pouch or a pair of frilly panties. With his clothes gone he has no choice.

Reaching back to unsnap her bra, Amy can’t help but thrust her perky tits out. When she pulls the bra off her pale tits are revealed. Perky and white with nipples hardened by the girl’s shameful excitement.

With a throaty chuckle, “Panties too, girl.” Hayley demands.

With a gulp, Amy’s cotton panties drop to the floor. Her sweet pussy on display for the two girls. Her soft nether lips feel like they vibrate under the black woman’s gaze. So very sensitive to the touch, Marty knows full well.

Amy slips into the negligee. Just a bit of pink lace barely covering her soft breasts. Sheer lingerie showing off her smooth tummy. The skirted bottom just barely far enough down to cover her crotch. Not quite enough to fully cover her cute ass. If she bent over, it would stop covering anything.

Marty feels his little penis twitch with excitement. His girlfriend looks erotic. She does a little spin for the two busty women.

When a hard knock raps from the door, the redhead jumps with shock. Part of her had hoped they wouldn’t come. Though that was silly, they had paid for a food delivery after all.

Taking a deep breath, Amy opens the door. An older white man stands with a delivery cap and matching vest. His skin is well tanned and leathery. His face has a friendly grin as he holds out two sacks of warm food. His grin soon turns to amazement when he takes in the sexy redhead.

The plastic bags full of food crinkle as the shocked man stares at Amy. Her cheeks blush red and she can’t raise her eyes from the floor. Feeling humiliated and excited all at once.

“Thank you.” Amy says as she reaches for the food.

She doesn’t understand why Marty never protests. He really isn’t a man. Just a sissy. Too weak to protect her from stronger men.

She grabs the man’s money from the table next to the door. Bending over far enough that her negligee rides up. Showing off her cute ass, and her lack of panties.

She stands and hands the old man his money. Amy freezes as the man’s hand reaches out and brushes her left breast. Gently caressing her soft flesh through the flimsy nighty. A shiver runs through her at the man’s touch.

He grows bolder when she doesn’t resist, his fingers groping her perky breast. Amy lets out a little gasp. She feels too timid to protest. The man’s fingers are now squeezing roughly.

“Very nice, sweetly.” He says. His fingers pinching her hardened nipple and pulling her breast away from her chest.

Her thighs squeeze together, and she moans quietly. Fantasizing about the old man tearing her negligee off and tossing her on the couch. She pictures him fucking her right in front of Marty.

She is sure her boyfriend wouldn’t protest.
“Just the tip?” The old man chuckles.
When his free hand reaches up to her other breast she finally

snaps out of her reverie. Amy slaps the man’s hands away. “N...n...” Is all she can stammer as she slams the door in his grinning face.

——-

The girls are excited by three big delivery boxes in the living room. Marty’s and Amy’s new clothes. Bought with the last of their savings. Leaving the couple fully beholden to their cruel neighbors.

They mostly pull out lingerie and sexy underwear. Replacements for the redhead’s boring wardrobe and a whole new one for the sissy. Although there are some ‘regular’ clothes for leaving the house. All of it feminine and slutty.

Addison holds up a sheer, babydoll negligee to Marty’s bare chest. “This will look good on you.” She assures him.

His tiny penis grows hard at the dawning realization that these are his clothes. He won’t be allowed to wear men’s clothes from now on. Just a cross-dressed sissy. More and more feminized each day.

“Here it is! Nice!” Hayley nearly squeals when she pulls out a taffeta, princess costume. The dress is sickeningly pink. Shiny with an unsubtle sparkly sheen. It’s hem is indecently short, though the décolletage is a bit more demure.

“I want to see you in it now, pussy.” The curvy black woman orders.

Marty stands with a sigh. Naked except for his little, silk pouch. Slowly he circles around toward the dress.

Soon he stands before the full length mirror. Fully done up with makeup and his wig. The dress makes him look like an innocent coed pretending to be slutty for Halloween. He would have to be careful bending over.

“You should make him zoom with his friends.” Amy suggests with a grin.

She has changed into a full-length nightgown. Everything below her ass obscured behind black silk. Everything above revealed by sheer, black cloth. Except for a curving strip of silk that barely covers her pussy and tits. Nothing covers her cute ass in the back.

“He deserves it after he let them watch me strip.” She explains. “Brilliant.” Hayley sneers.
The sissy blinks back tears as he contacts his former friends. He

hasn’t seen them since he had to show them his penis. Now he is going to update them on just how pathetic he really is.

His girlfriend leans in close to him as the video chat goes live. “Hi boys.” She grins. Blowing them a kiss.

Their eyes light up at the sight of Amy. Their lust for her is palpable. Then they notice Marty.

“Holy shit, dude.” Carson laughs. “Really?”

“Oh, he’s no dude.” The redhead announces. “I can assure you of that.” She caresses her left breast through the nightgown. In a way that she hopes looks sensual.

Amy pets the top of his head. “You definitely weren’t a dude when you let a real man fuck me in our bed.” She gently chides him. “We’re you, sissy?”

The boys laugh and cheer at that. The redhead blows them a kiss before ending the chat. She reaches under Marty’s dress and pinches his little bump.

“I think that went well.” She announces cheerily.

——-

Marty whimpers, kneeling on his hands and knees on the padded bench. He’s dressed in a yellow summer dress. With full makeup and his wig. The dress is pulled up over his ass.

“Just tug him off.” Addison orders Amy.
With an evil grin, Hayley adds, “Yeah, milk him like a cow.” His girlfriend nods and kneels behind him. She is only dressed

in a gold silk thong, and black stockings. Topless, with clamps on her nipples. A gold chain linking them.

She reaches between his spread thighs. Gently fondling his tiny, half-descended scrotum. Tickling that sensitive spot with the tips of her fingers.

When she moves on to her boyfriend’s tiny penis, she finds it already erect. He doesn’t seem to have a problem with impotence here. She thinks to herself as she starts to tug his nub with just two fingers.

“Oh honey, you’re so tiny.” Amy gently chides him. “I only need two fingers to jack you off. Your so pathetic.”

Shivers run through his body as Marty feels an orgasm quickly rising. He doesn’t want it to be true. He doesn’t want humiliation to have this effect on him.

Amy grins, sensing her boyfriend’s rising pleasure. She reaches around him with her free hand. In it, she holds his pink face mask. She uses it to cover his tiny prick.

“Cum for me, sissy.” Amy orders. “Drizzle your sissy cummies in your mask.”

Marty groans and thrusts his hips. He squirts his pale ooze as he cums. Spilling it all over the inside of his mask. Amy makes sure to smear it all around.

After his orgasm is over, the women have him stand. Addison hands him lace panties, that he obediently pulls on. Matching the too-large bra he has on under the dress.

Then Amy hand him the soiled mask. “Put it on, sissy.” She orders. The two other women smiling at her with pride.

His eyes moisten as he pulls on the cum covered mask. Lifting the straps around his ears to snug it in place. He nearly gags at the strong scent of cum in his nose.

With a cruel grin, Amy reaches up. She grabs the mask and mashes against her boyfriend’s face. A growing part of her relishes the disgusted, shameful look on his face.

Marty cant help taking a gulping breath. Tasting some of his own warm jizz from the mask. It makes him gag at its foulness.

The girls usher the sissy out the door. Humiliated, he treks to the store. Dressed like a girl. A cum smeared mask on his face.

——-

“Now, that’s a thing to see.” Hayley purrs. She leans forward in her lounge chair to have a better view down into the parking lot.

It’s a hot day. She and Addison lay in bikinis on their small patio. Warming themselves under the sun. Ignoring the world.

They only pay attention when a large moving truck pulls up in the parking lot. A group of young, black men unloading it into the apartments below.

After watching the men work for a while, Hayley stands and moves to the railing. “New neighbors?” She shouts down.

Some of the men stop to stare up at the buxom woman. Her giant tits threatening to spill out of her red bikini top. Obviously interested, especially when Addison joins her.

Some of the men whistle, while an especially tall guy hollers up, “Yeah we are quarantining for basketball pre-season.”

The two beautiful women share an excited look. “Awesome! We should party sometime!” Hayley calls down.

“No can do.” He shakes his head with a rueful grin. “Absolutely no contact.”

“Not even with some friendly neighbors?” Addison asks sweetly. She uses her upper arms to squeeze her own big breasts together. “Sorry!” He calls back with a shrug. Then easily lifts a large box

and carries it inside.
“We’ll see about that.” Hayley murmurs. She and her blonde

roommate share a sly look ——-

Summer seems to be coming to an end. The wind blows cold, as if autumn is rolling in. The sissy has slept alone for what feels like months. Sleeping on the couch in the living room.

Amy is often taken to bed by one or the other of the mean girls. Used and abused by the beautiful women like a cheap sex toy. She only occasionally gets to sleep in her own, small room.

With a cold wind blowing outside, Marty slips into his girlfriend’s room. The faint pattern of a light rain tapping at her window.

He stands motionless in her doorway for a moment. Dim light from down the hall reveals his beautiful girlfriend sleeping. Only partially covered by silk sheets. Her chest lays bare. Her perky tits like mountains in the dark. She sleeps fully nude now, Marty realizes.

He slips to her bed. Closing the door silently behind him. Quietly he slides onto her bed. Brushing the sheet off her body. He stops dead in his tracks when she restlessly rolls onto her side, facing him. Marty waits breathlessly until she seems to settle back into a deeper sleep.

Marty’s little penis is hard as it can be in his excitement. He lays next to the woman he loves. Just watching her sleep for a long moment. He wishes he were a stronger man...a better man...a real man. Not this. Not a pathetic sissy.

Tentatively, he reaches out. Placing his hand on her hip. Then he slowly caresses his way up her side. Raising goosebumps on her milky flesh. Drawing a sleepy moan from the girl.

Bolder now, he presses his body close to hers. Touching his lips to her cheek and planting little kisses. Then fully on her mouth. His hand reaching around and caressing her cute ass.

Amy sleepily kisses him back. Her tongue slips into his mouth. She moans quietly as she rubs her chest against him. The sleepy girl lifts her leg above his. Sliding her knee up and down his smooth thigh.

Amy reaches down and gently grabs his penis. She tugs on his erection as he grabs her breasts. His fingers tweaking her hard nipples.

With his body trembling from excitement and lust, Marty reaches one hand down between them. Affectionately rubbing her soft cunny. Delighting in her warm sex.

He has wanted this for so long. He hasn’t been allowed to even touch the woman he loves without permission. He hasn’t even been allowed to pleasure himself.

Eagerly, he slips a finger into her wet pussy...

Marty sees her eyes go wide in the dark. Realization bringing Amy fully awake. Time seems to stop for a moment.

“Bad sissy!” His girlfriend shouts.

She shoves him. Off the bed and onto the floor. He lands hard on his round ass with a thud! Knocking his breath away.

Marty is stunned by her response. Amy sits up on the bed. Grabbing her sheet to cover her nudity. The sound of feet clomping down the hallway fills his ears.

“Naughty little sissy.” Hayley growls. She grabs him by the hair and drags him out of his girlfriend’s room. Addison closed behind.

The mean girls drag him onto the patio. Out in the dark, into a cold rain. They force his arms far apart and zip tie his wrists to the patio railing. He is forced to lean down, tipping his ass up as a juicy target.

Addison hurries off and returns with a dark, leather belt. She snaps it in her hands. A cruel grin on her beautiful face. Slowly she steps up to the patio door. Stopping where it’s still warm and bright.

The sissy is framed in the light spilling out. Quietly whimpering in his dread. Cold rain pattering all over his shivering body.

CRACK!

The leather belt kisses his round ass with a line of fire. Making it jiggle. Leaving an angry red line on his white flesh.

“Please! Please, I’m sorry!” He begs. “I won’t do it again! I promise.”

Addison grins as she raises her hand. Then brings it down as hard as she can. The belt cracking loudly over the sound of the cold rain. Then again and again. The sissy gasps and whimpers with each stinging strike.

The blond beauty whips Marty’s ass for a few long minutes. Leaving his bottom a criss-cross mesh of red marks and bruises. When she is finally satisfied, she motions Amy over.

“Spread his legs. Tie them to the railing.” The blonde orders. Handing the petite girl the bag of zip ties. Then she hands the belt to Hayley.

The nude redhead steps out. Into the dark and the rain. She shivers as she is instantly soaked. Her orange hair plastered to her face.

Amy grabs the sissy’s left leg and pulls it wide. Quickly tying the sobbing white boy’s ankle to the iron railing. Then she does the same with his right leg. Afterward, she scurries back into the apartment.

“You don’t ever play with your bunny, without our permission.” The black woman’s growl can barely be heard over the rain.

Instead of simply whipping the simpering boy more, she begins to spin the belt underhand. Waiting until she can hear it whistle over the rain. Then she cracks it up underneath the sissy. Right between his legs.

Marty howls into the night. His little balls and penis throb with intense pain. The belt has emasculated him. For the first time in his life he truly wishes he wasn’t a man.

Hayley laughs as she cracks the belt again and again. Each stinging blow on his crotch more painful than the last. Leaving the boy begging and sobbing. Leaning against the cold, iron railing.

When she finally relents, she shuts the patio door. They leave the broken sissy out in the dark and the rain. Letting him whimper and sob for an hour.

When they bring him back inside they toss him in a dark closet for the rest of the night. “We may have to get you a dog kennel, if you're going to be naughty at night.” Addison warns him before closing the door.

——-

It only seems like three days after the basketball players show up before the beautiful, mean girls are able to entice four of them up to their apartment.

They spent a couple days sexting the handsome men. Claiming that they have been quarantining for a month. Also sending plenty of slutty nudes of Amy.

Addison smiles wildly when she lets four, buff black men into the apartment. The tall b-ball players looking around eagerly. The blonde trails her fingers on the last one's chest, as she closes the door. Her eager pussy tingling at the thought of what’s to come.

The mens’ gaze quickly takes in the three sexy women. Addison wears a white, cutoff-peasant top. With lacy shoulder strips and loosely tied at the front. It’s completely sheer, showcasing her full breasts.

Below she has a tiny black skirt over a white, silk thong. Along with white stockings and high heels.

Hayley looks impressive in a black half-corset sprinkled with pink lace. Her massive, ebony tits bulge out the top. Ready to be played like a pair of sexy drums.

She also has matching lace panties. Black with pink trim. Barely covering half of her impressive ass. Snug enough to give her noticeable camel-toe.

Amy looks down at the floor shyly. Her knees demurely held together. Though her hands are behind her back. So as to not block anyone’s view of her petite body.

She wears a thong, one-piece negligee. A soft purple with pink lace highlights. Low cut in front and nearly non-existent in the back.

Then the men gasp when they see Marty kneeling in the corner. He faces into the room this time. Naked except for his pink, silk pouch as usual. Looking worried and humiliated.

“Don’t worry about the sissy.” Hayley chuckles. “He is obviously no threat. In fact, Amy here is his girlfriend.” The curvy, black woman moves close and gives the redhead a little hug.

“Here, why don’t you sit.” Addison guides one of the handsome men to the couch. “Amy will show you how good a girl she can be.”

The redhead looks at the sitting Alpha timidly. She nibbles her lower lip and raises up on her tiptoes. Then she sashays over and kneels before him. The black man grins widely as he spreads his legs.

“Help him out of his pants.” Addison directs as she kneels next to the short girl.

With a zip, Amy quickly opens his jeans. She pulls his boxers down and pulls out his hardening dick. Already eight inches long.

“See, he is very excited to meet you.” The blonde announces. Gently caressing the top side of the man’s shaft until it grows fully hard.

Amy’s mouth waters as she stares at the black man’s giant cock. An Ebony rod, ten inches long. Veiny, with a flared purple tip.

She is ready for this. Amy realizes it herself. She still finds it humiliating. Her only purpose is to pleasure the man. She gets nothing out of it except shame and submission. But she desires that now. Especially in front of her sissy boyfriend.

“Just give his tip a nice kiss.” Addison whispers huskily in the girl’s ear. Amy nods and leans close to the big basketball player’s crotch.

After taking a deep breath, she presses her rosy lips to his black, spongy tip. Her hand seems to rises on its own. Gripping the base of his warm dick.

Marty’s eyes open wide with shock. His tummy rumbles with stress as he watches the woman he loves do something she abjectly refused to do to him. Amy slowly licks her way down his thick shaft.

Addison grins up at the black Alpha. She reaches down and grabs Amy’s ass with her right hand. Squeezing and caressing the girl’s cute bottom.

When her tongue reaches the strange man’s balls, Amy kisses her way back up to his tip. Pulling away with a little gasp, she looks up to find the black man smiling down at her.

“That’s a good little whore.” His deep voice rumbles down at her.

Amy shivers at the humiliation. Both in his words and at what she is doing. Kneeling for a strange man. Submissive and servicing his dick with her mouth.

Humiliation and excitement course through her.

Amy leans back in. Opening her mouth wide to accept his big dick-tip. She hears her boyfriend gasp. Part of her is angered by the audacity of his shock. How dare he? After all this.

Almost in protest, Amy squeezes the black dick and tries to take more of it in her mouth. Inch by thick inch, she slides her mouth

down his cock. Her eyes go wide when the tip presses against the back of her throat.

The petite girl starts to pull back. Only to have Addison grab her by the hair. “She needs to learn to take it all.” The blonde informs the tall black man. “It’s ok to be a little rough. It’d be an important lesson in obeying.”

Addison grins as the man takes Amy’s head in both hands. She lets go of her grip and leans back. He leans forward off the couch a little. Holding the redhead’s face in place. Then he thrusts.

Amy’s eyes go wide. She starts flailing her arms. Trying to slap the big man away in panic. Addison just grabs her pale arms and holds them behind her back.

Marty almost stands, wanting to protect the girl he loves. He stops himself though, knowing he would just get slapped down. He’s a sissy, not a man like them.

The white wimp watches as his girlfriend’s throat distends. Forced to take cock inch by inch. The buff man forces his ten-inch, pussy wrecker further and further into the tiny white girl.

“Fuckin’ tight.” The tall man announces to his grinning friends. With a final shove, his dangling balls come to rest against her chin.

When he pulls his dick all the way out, he lets go of the redhead. Amy relaxes. Coughing and gasping for air. Her eyes watering, making her eyeshadow run.

When she calms down after a moment, Addison addresses the petite girl, “Get back down on it.” In a cold tone.

Amy nods submissively. Then she leans back in. Opening her mouth wide and taking the tip of the man’s dick. When he grabs her head again she kneels passively. Holding her head still for him.

The basketball player happily face fucks the cute redhead. The sound of Amy gulping and gagging on giant black dick fills the room. Drool leaks down her porcelain chin as his balls slap wetly against it.

When Addison feels that Amy will continue to be a good girl, she walks over to one of the other boys. She takes his hand and gives him a friendly smile. Then she leads him into her bedroom. Hayley grabs one of the other boys. Kissing him all the way to her own bed.

Marty’s heart breaks a little with every gulping sound Amy makes. Her eyeshadow makes long wet trails down her cheeks. The big man’s dick pounds deep in her throat. Occasionally pulling out to let her gasp for air.

The last man moves behind Amy and quickly pulls his pants off. He kneels down, his big dick already rock hard. Marty can’t tear his gaze away from the glistening tip. Nearly dripping with pre-cum.

He slaps Amy’s pale ass hard. Leaving an angry red handprint. Making her squeal around the dick in her mouth. Then again when he slaps her other asscheek.

Amy obediently raises her stinging ass for the Alpha. Even giving him a little wiggle as invitation. She places her hands on the floor, palms down. Waiting on all fours.

The man behind her reaches between Amy’s thighs. He grabs the crotch of her lingerie. With a grunt he yanks hard. The shoulder straps of her one-piece noticeably dig into her shoulders for a second. Then her crotch tears.

The man chuckles and lines his ebony dick up with her wet slit. Marty whimpers as he watches the man bury his cock hilt deep in the woman he loves. Her body shivers and she moans loudly. Even with the dick fucking her throat.

Tears stream down the sissy’s cheeks. The sound of his sobs overwhelmed by the sounds of fucking filling the apartment.

——-

“I just wanted to show you boys where your ‘friend’ is at.” Amy grins slyly into the computer camera.

The three men watch her intently. Excited at her sexy state of dress. She sits, framed by the camera, in just a minimum of lingerie.

For a top she wears a sheer blue crop-top with silver trim. Her perky tits are clearly visible. Her nipples hard with excitement at the boys’ lustful gazes.

Below her waist she only wears a blue silk thong. Indecently tiny in the front. With a silver heart, right over her cunny. Along with a pair of blue stockings, set with shimmering silver threads.

She carefully turns the camera. Being sure to frame the pathetic sissy. Naked except for his little silk pouch holding his minuscule groin. Looking emasculated as he rests on his knees in front of a naked black man.

Giant, black penis nearly in the sissy’s face. It hangs seven inches, flaccid. Thick and veiny, a true measure of masculinity. The basketball player’s face is carefully out of view.

“Let’s give them a show.” Amy orders as she moves behind the black man and kneels.

The boys on the video call groan in protest as Marty leans forward and lifts the man’s cock. He gently presses his lips to the ebony tip and kisses the black dick. Almost lovingly, affectionately nuzzling a real penis.

From behind, Amy kisses the black man’s toned ass. She rubs her cheek against him and slowly licks his salty skin with her

delicate tongue. Making it obvious to Marty’s friends that she has fully accepted her status as a slut.

“Holy shit!” Greg gasps as Marty slurps the big, flared tip into his mouth.

The sissy reaches up and begins to stroke the black shaft with his left hand. His right fondles the man’s big, hairy balls. He chuffs a little as he sucks inch after inch of hardening black cock.

Wendell gulps hard as he watches. “Oh. This is...this is just...” He stammers. His face looking nauseous. Then he severs his connection to the chat.

Amy grins. Pleased with how the boys are reacting. Obviously disgusted by Marty’s submission to black dick. Unnerved by the sissy’s emasculation.

“Perhaps this will keep you interested.” The redhead licks her lips toward the camera. She grabs the bottom of her sheer top. Pulling it off over her head, fully revealing her perky breasts.

She reaches down and grabs her thong. In a swift motion she slides it off. With a sexy moan she spreads her legs. Giving the boys in the chat a good view of her shaved cunny.

With coughs and chuffs, Marty bears down on the now fully erect cock. His eyes watering as it’s wide tip stretches his throat open. He grabs the man’s ass and pulls himself further down the thick shaft.

“Holy fuck!” Greg nearly shouts. “He really is a little cocksucker.”

Marty can’t breathe as he slides inch by inch down the black dick. He starts to get dizzy from lack of air. He starts to get desperate as it gets more difficult. The Alpha’s cock seems endless.

Finally he feels the man’s bristly balls press against his lips. Marty has never felt so relieved to experience such an

emasculating perversion. He is well aware that his own tiny penis strains in its erection. Hidden in his silk pouch.

“That’s a good bitch.” The buff man assures him. Petting his head. Marty can’t stop a little moan of satisfaction rise in his throat. Only to be blocked by the slab of black dick.

With some difficulty Marty slips his tongue out of his mouth. He gently licks the man’s balls with the tip of his tongue. The ultimate sign of submission with a cock in his throat.

The remaining two boys on the video chat watch in perverse fascination. Marty gives his best to please the black man for long erotic minutes. Stroking, sucking, and licking the Alpha’s giant manhood. Even tenderly sucking on his big hairy balls.

Finally the black man groans. He grabs the back of Marty’s head. Gripping the white boy’s hair tight. His dick half buried in the sissy’s mouth. He grabs his own cock and quickly jerks it.

The big hairy balls pulse and clench. Pumping a giant load of black, baby batter into the worthless sissy. He strokes his dick into the white boy’s mouth with a groan. Filling it with hot cum.

Marty chokes and gulps the Alpha’s jizz. It splatters out the side of his lips and shoots out his nose. He can’t see as his eyes water. Choking from the excess of fuck slime.

With a rumbling tummy, the sissy swallows hard. Both eating gobs of cum, as well as massaging the tip of the man’s dick with his throat. Even then, he can’t keep up with the black man’s endless load.

When the man eventually pulls his softening dick away, Marty has plenty of cum drizzling down his face and chest. He is soiled and used. The Alpha simply walks off camera without so much as a ‘thank you.’

Amy crawls close to her sissy boyfriend. She licks a stream of hot jizz. Up Marty’s smooth chest, up to his chin, all the way to his

lips. She kisses him deeply. Her tongue boldly exploring his mouth. Sharing the taste of a real man between them.

Marty squeals into their kiss when she grabs his pink, silk pouch. She squeezes and twists painfully. Her fingers can feel the dampness from his own pathetic cummies. Drizzled on the inside of the pouch.

“Holy shit, wow!” Carson whispers. All Greg can do is nod as they watch her abuse their former friend.

——-

Addison’s room feels crowded with her, Amy, the sissy, and eight basketball players. Everyone is naked except for Marty. He wears his usual silk pouch. Amy kneels on the bed. The redhead the center of attention.

Hayley is in her own room with two handsome guys all her own. Happily on her hands and knees. The ebony beauty takes hot, black dick in both ends.

On the floor, the kneeling sissy obediently sucks an Alpha dick to hardness. He strokes the man’s thick shaft and gently fondles his black balls. His lips suck on the purple tip, caressing it with his tongue.

Marty moans quietly. An increasingly larger part of the broken boy relishes his new role. On his knees, a cocksucker to real men. He hasn’t even touched his girlfriend in what feels like months. Only giant black dicks.

When the man is fully erect, the sissy gives his tip one last kiss. He quickly nuzzles it with his cheek. Showing the Alpha that he is a properly affectionate sissy. Happy to pleasure real men.

On his knees he quickly hobbles over to the next black man. Gently, he takes the new man’s dick into his mouth eagerly

stroking his growing shaft. Expertly licking and sucking him to fullness.

Slowly the fluffer makes his way around the room...

On the big bed, Amy strokes two black men who climbed up with her. A delighted smile on her lips. The redhead holds one cock in each hand, gently tugging their erections. She enjoys the warmth and firmness of their dicks. Wonderful examples of pure masculinity. Not pitiful and weak like the sissy on the floor.

“Go ahead.” Addison gestures to one of the two men. “Time to run a train on the little slut.”

The redhead grins and lays on her back. She spreads her milky white legs wide. Inviting the first Alpha to fuck her. Her bonds of intimacy with Marty so broken now that she is eager for what’s to come.

Addison grins as the first tall man lays on her little pet. Nearly engulfing the petite ginger with his conqueror’s body. His dark, ebony skin a beautiful contrast to Amy’s pale flesh. The blonde shivers as the man makes his first thrust. Her body fantasizing what it must feel like.

The bed creaks as the black dick pounds deep in Amy’s cunt. She squeals and moans with each deep thrust. Wrapping her arms and legs around his toned body. All she can do is hold on tight while the Alpha uses her.

The black man roughly gropes and squeezes her perky tits. His action more painful than pleasurable. A subtle reminder to the white girl that she is just a fuck toy. Something to use, the toss away.

Amy’s moans grow more and more desperate. Her whole body beginning to tingle. Her fingernails scratch up and down the man’s back. Uncontrollably as she loses herself to her first orgasm of the night.

The man groans as her pussy throbs and tightens around his big dick. Hastening his own orgasm. His balls slap against her wet cunny. Suddenly clenching as he dumps his hot load deep inside her.

From his place on the floor, the sissy glances at the moaning couple on the bed. He only feels a twinge of regret at his girlfriend getting wildly fucked. He submissively turns back to the dick before him. Dutifully sucking the ebony tip deep into his mouth.

Amy’s cunt continues to throb and squeeze. Desperately milking the cock it holds. Taking every ounce of baby batter the man spills inside her.

Finally, the black man pulls out and stands up. He gives Amy’s cheek a stern slap. Causing her to gasp excitedly. Reminding her of her place.

Happily, he moves off the bed. The sissy quickly crawled over. Marty takes the softening dick in his hand. He licks and sucks up and down the Alpha’s shaft. Cleaning the fuck-slime off. He can taste Amy’s sweet pussyjuice and the man’s bitter jizz.

The sissy does his best to please Amy’s first lover. He is just the first, though. Before the evening is over the redhead will take all the black men. Some more than once.

——-

“Yeah.” The tall black basketball player nods. “Things are getting a bit dirty down there.” He motions to the floor, and the apartment below it.

Addison leans close to him. “Real men don’t clean?” She asks playfully.

“Nobody wants to do women’s work.” He nods. “Plus we can’t bring in a cleaning lady. Not without voiding our quarantine. Then we can’t play in the season.”

Addison sits up straight. “Oh! I know!” The blonde grins widely. “You can have our sissy. He’s made for women’s work!”

The handsome man chuckles deeply. He pushes her to her back on the couch. Kissing her neck as he lays on top. “You don’t need him?”

The blonde shakes her head and gasps softly. She wraps her legs around him. “We have our little pet redhead. You’re welcome to him.”

The sissy doesn’t even protest when they move him to the apartments below. There to live with the buff, ball players. He cleans both apartments, does the men’s laundry, even cooks their meals.

They never refer to him as a man. Usually calling him ‘little miss,’ or Bunny. He wears little silk negligees and his silk pouch. His round, girly ass is often on display. He often suffers hard, painful pinches on his soft bottom.

If the girls in the apartment above are busy, there is a good chance he is forced to suck dick. Pushed to his knees to take a thick, black dick in his mouth. Sucking and tugging quick, before swallowing down gobs of hot, slimy jizz.

He sleeps on the couch at night. Cold and alone. Now only able to dream of his time with Amy. His memories slowly turned painful. Overcome by what he’s become, by what has been taken from him.

He usually cries himself to sleep.

Marty blinks groggily in the dark. Something had woke him. Some sort of touch, he thinks. Though he isn’t sure what.

Then he feels it again. His thin sheet being tugged off. Dropping to the floor. Leaving him feel strangely vulnerable in the dark.

A big hand clasps over his mouth. Stifling a girly squeal from the sissy. Another hand slides around the white boys ass. Caressing his round bottom through his silk nighty. Almost lovingly.

“Gonna break me off a piece of this, bitch.” A deep voice from the darkness. Giving Marty a firm squeeze on the ass.

In a sudden panic, the small boy flails about. Trying to fight the chuckling man off. Desperately trying to squirm out from under his assailant in the dark.

“Stop! No, I...” Marty gasps.
“Not a word, cunt!” The gruff voice orders.
The sissy’s vision flashes white as a firm hand slaps him across

his face. Knocking him dizzy for a moment. The fight drains out of his limbs.

Strong hands flip the little white boy onto his tummy. Pinning him to the couch with one hand on the back of his neck. Pushing his pink nighty off his pale, round bottom with the other. His big body settles on top of the sissy.

Trapped under the black Alpha, Marty lays still. Hoping the man will finish quick. How bad could it be? He wonders.

He feels the man’s erection nestle between his round asscheeks. Hot and stiff, it rests against him. A threat, or a promise of what’s to come.

“You’re a real good cocksucker.” The man growls quietly into his ear. Sending shivers down the sissy’s spine. “Let’s see if you’re as good at taking it up your ass as you are in your throat.”

Marty whimpers when a rough hand spreads his asscheeks wide. The man lifts off his lower body for a moment. The sissy’s eyelids flutter when he feels the tip of the man’s dick rub against his asshole. His whole world feels concentrated on his ass.

The Alpha begins bearing down with his cock. His thick penis pushing harder and harder against Marty’s tight anal bud. The sissy’s ass clenches in a vain attempt to remain virginal. He’s never taken anything so thick there. Never taken actual dick.

His ass can’t hold out though. Not forever. His tight hole finally gives way. The black dick painfully spreading him open. Popping his tight, little cherry.

Shivering, Marty gives a high pitched squeal. The cockhead settles inside him. Painfully keeping his ass open. His own inadequate penis instantly grows hard and drizzles jizz in his silk pouch. Causing his ass to squeeze the big dick.

“Ooh! You a tight bitch.” The black man compliments the little white boy. “Can you take all of daddy’s dick?”

Marty starts to shake his head in protest. Only to gasp loudly when the man jerks his hips forward. Burying his dick another painful inch deeper. Then again and again.

Marty shivers from pain and the overpowering sensation of being taken like a girl. His little hands beat against the couch in futility. His mouth bites down on the armrest to stifle a scream. His soft bottom throbbing around it’s intruder.

He takes it inch after burning inch. The black cock fully opened his rectum wide. The big man moans appreciatively as he thrusts. Taking great pleasure from the sissy’s pain and tight fuck hole.

Everything seems to go quiet when Marty feels the Alpha’s bristly, black balls press against his pale ass. He’s taken the man’s entire dick. He realizes with a wondrous shock, that this man owns him.

The sissy gulps hard. His ass is still gently throbbing. Massaging it’s big, black lover. He was never a man. The sissy realizes with a heartache. How could he be? Not when he ends up like this.

“That’s a good bunny.” The man whispers in his ear. Kindly petting the top of the wimp’s head.

The dam in Marty’s soul breaks. His tears flow freely. He sobs out the last, fleeing bit of his masculinity. He is truly a sissy now. His body and soul accept his fate.

The giant dick pulls almost all the way out. Leaving the sissy feeling strangely empty. He can’t help whimpering through his sobs. A large part of him desires the cock inside him.

He doesn’t have to wait long. His breath is knocked out as the Alpha begins to thrust over and over. Mashing the little white boy between his toned, black body and the couch.

The man chuckles and reaches his hands down to the sobbing sissy’s face. One on each cheek. Then he sticks his index fingers in the white boy’s mouth. Hooking his big fingers back against the inside of his cheeks. Then, pulling back each corner of Marty’s mouth. Forcing him into an awful smile.

The black man rides the whimpering boy. Forcing his head back by pulling degradingly on his mouth. Grunting with each deep thrust.

Marty can’t help himself. His ass massages the man’s dick. Burning the whole time. His tongue submissively licks the big fingers in his mouth. His tears still flow like rain.

An eternity later, the man finally grunts his orgasm. Marty can feel the dick throb deep in his ass. Just a second before it fills him with hot jizz. Throb after throb, quickly the pale slime leaks out of his ruined hole.

The man lays heavily on him. Making it hard for the sissy to breathe. Letting his dick finish depositing it’s load. Emptying his black balls in the pathetic white boy.

When he pulls out, the black man rolls off the sissy. Shoving him roughly onto the floor. He sits heavily on the couch. Catching his breath.

Marty whimpers as he moves. His asshole throbs. Spread wide open it looks like it’s breathing as deeply as he is. Pale cum openly drizzling out of the ruined bum.

He crawls between the Alpha’s open thighs. Quickly sucking the man’s softening cock in his mouth. Slurping and sucking the hot fuck slime. Cleaning the man up before he leaves. His tummy rumbling in protest at the foul concoction he swallows down. Showing that he knows his proper place.

That night is just the first time for Marty. Afterward the ball players seem to take a perverse pleasure in fucking the little white boy like a bitch. Often taking him to bed at night. Fucking his tight ass once or twice. Then tossing the used sissy onto the floor.

Every time he takes dick, Marty becomes more and more eager. Wiggling his feminine bottom in open invitation. His past role as a man becomes a distant memory.

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The pandemic seems to last forever. One day turning into one week. One week turning into one month. One month turns into a full year.

Amy happily poses for pictures and videos. Raunchy nudes to be posted on her mistress’s ‘My Fanz’ page. Even posting videos of the ball players fucking her.

She grows happy in her new life as a sub. Her inner slut finally able to express herself. Eager to take part in whatever perverse debauchery the mean girls come up with.

As for Marty, he continues on as the house slut for the black Alphas. His dreams of marriage, a home and kids, a future with Amy gone. Stripped away along with his manhood.

As each day grows into the next he desires black dick more and more. His mouth waters at the thought of them. His ass clenching happily in anticipation.

The pandemic had given him the opportunity to learn who he truly is. A sissy.