FULL-DUTY MAID! by Throne (18 Pages) (Patreon)

FULL-DUTY MAID!

By THRONE

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***DEVIN DICKIE NOTE***
All characters are OVER 18 years of AGE! This is a bullying fantasy and not real. The acts in the following written work are only consensual sexual choices and fantasy humiliation scenarios.
Bullying is NOT OKAY and If you or someone you know is being bullied, please alert the authorities.

FULL-DUTY MAID!

By THRONE

FULL-DUTY MAID by Throne

"Can't you give me more to wear?" I said with pleading in my voice.

The two tall, curvaceous Black women just smirked at me. They were amused. All I had on was a tiny maid's cap, the briefest of aprons, that was black and edged with pink lace, fishnet stockings, and red shoes with two-inch, chunky heels and square toes. I pressed my thighs together and shuddered.

"Don't you like what we gave you?" Savanna asked with feigned innocence.

"Isn't your outfit pretty enough, Lucy?" Dixie wanted to know. "I'm barely covered at all. And there's nothing under this apron."

"So?" Savanna crossed her plump arms under her very full bust. "We don't have much on, neither."

She was right about that. The two chocolate-skinned beauties wore only corsets and thigh-high boots. They were an incredibly erotic sight, though it was difficult to appreciate them under the circumstances.

I pleaded, "At least tell me why you're doing this."

"That's simple," said Dixie, putting one hand on her dramatically swelling hip. "That sweet future-wife of yours wanted you to have the full dress-up experience. She figures you been craving that, along with some submission."

"What? I don't want any of those things."

"No?" Savanna put on a dubious expression. "You're so fussy about your clothes, and you use all them fancy skin products and shampoo and all, that she figures you got a girly side. It's just something you need help getting in touch with."

"Yeah," Dixie seconded. "And after she found out how she could push you around in the bedroom, you know, that could only mean that you get off on being her obedient boy-toy."

"I don't want it to be like that when we make love. It's just that she's so uncertain about sex, that it's easier for her if I simply..." I lowered my eyes. "... use my mouth to satisfy her."

"Uh huh. Right." Savanna shook her head. "Just keep telling yourself that. And how it's okay that she doesn't do the same for you."

"Well, she does that other thing," I said reluctantly. Dixie cocked her head, as if she needed more information. I explained, "She uses her hand on me... um... down there."

"She gives you some finger-fun?" Dixie said. "And that's enough for your cock?"

"Now, sister," Savanna reminded her. "Don't forget what his woman told us about what he got between his skinny legs."

"Right," Dixie said, gazing at me from her superior height. "Your girl June said what you packing ain't enough for her. All you got is a punk pickle." When she reached for my apron, I flinched but was too intimidated to retreat. She raised the tiny bit of cloth and peered critically at my genitals. "That got to be the smallest dick I ever seen. it almost ain't one."

Savanna snickered. "And the way she make you keep it all bald around there, it kind of looks like a baby pecker."

My lips quivered. I couldn't deny what they said about my endowment. Plus, June really had directed our love life into the state they described. I'd always assumed the two of us would move on to intercourse when she was finally ready for it. Now I had a queasy feeling that step wasn't part of the plan.

In desperation I said, "If June were here now, she'd tell you that you've gone too far."

They both laughed. Savanna said, "Honey, your lady ain't here because she's out with a real man. One with a big old cock that got hair near it."

"That's not true," I insisted.

"No?" Dixie gave me an especially malicious look. "You want I should give her a call and check?"

The way she said that, it didn't sound good. Still, I felt backed into a corner and acted like I was calling her bluff. "Sure. She's probably just out shopping, and this is all some kind of bizarre misunderstanding." I stood there, wringing my hands.

Dixie hit a preset number on her phone. Seconds later the screen lit up with an image of June's pretty face. That blond hair, those sparkling blue eyes, and her inviting lips. I sighed in spite of myself. Then June tilted her phone so I got an eyeful of her chest. Her super-sized breasts were uncovered. When she angled the phone back up, someone had appeared behind her. Looking over

her bare shoulder was a scowling Black man. It was... it couldn't be... LaMar, the guy who had bullied me back in school.

"Hi, Louis," my bride-to be said, licking her lips suggestively. "Are you enjoying the special treated I arranged for you? Getting a full dose of those kinky fantasies of yours?"

"I don't have any weird fantasies. Honest."

"Are you saying I can't read the signs right? That I'm stupid or something?"

"Of course not, dearest."

"Then, if I'm right, this is just what you want and need. After all, we have to get you prepared for your new life as my husband." As if to punctuate her meaning, she turned her head and LaMar gave her a soulful kiss.

The confident Black man chuckled at me. "You look real good in that little cap, Louis."

Savanna told him and June, "From now on, you have to call him Lucy."

Dixie said, "That's the girl name we gave him. These guys who like to play dress-up always got to have a girl name."

June wanted to know, "And how about his dream of being a slave to women?"

"We just getting started on that. Him seeing you with my cousin LaMar got to be a big thrill. These freaky types can't get enough of being cheated on."

June shifted the phone to give me another view of her fantastic bust, but this time LaMar's hands were on her twin glories. He squeezed, and pale breast-flesh ballooned out between his dark thick fingers.

She readjusted her position and took my view lower. I got an eyeful of LaMar's cock, which I remembered from the locker room before and after gym class. It had been huge then but was even bigger now -- because it was rock hard. June's fingers went around it, though they couldn't reach all the way. She gave it a few slow pumps.

"Hey, Lucy," she said to me. "I really got to go now. LaMar and me are going to mess up the bed. You make sure to wash the sheets and pillowcases after those big gals drop you off at home... whenever that is. I think they're keeping you at their place for the whole weekend. I said that when I got you back, I wanted you to understand that you're not a man anymore, if you ever were. Now thank me for making your twisted dreams come true."

In shock, I muttered, "Thank you, June, darling."

The screen went dark. My captors announced that it was time for them to check my housecleaning skills, because I would be in charge of those duties once I was wedded. Savanna gave my bare bottom a hard slap. Dixie pinched my ear and gave my head a shake.

"Now come on," the former said. "We'll get you started, Maid Lucy."

In a daze, I followed them. I couldn't take my eyes off their wide round bottoms, which rolled temptingly with every step. Their backsides stuck out so far. I'd never been attracted to Black women. Now, I guess because June had found excuses not to finger my little dick for two full weeks, even though I had been giving her orgasms with my lips and tongue regularly, I was very excitable. The two full-figured females were suddenly sexually alluring. I swallowed with difficulty as they led me to the lavatory.

"Here you go, Lucy," declared Savanna. "We got you this little plastic bucket, and a itty-bitty brush to go with it. Time for you to clean our bathroom from top to bottom."

"If I use those," I protested, "it will take me forever."

"Nah, just a few hours. And that tiny brush, it'll make you focus real good on what you're doing."

"Besides, it's the right size for getting into them tight spots, like behind the crapper."

"Yeah," Savanna said. "Ain't we being considerate?"

"Don't you want to thank us?" Dixie asked. "Like by kissing our damn boots?"

What could I do? They had my male clothes, along with my wallet and keys. I was trapped. Slowly I sank to my knees. I leaned down and kissed the toe of Savanna's boot. Turning my gaze upward, I had a worm's-eye-view of her pussy and the undersides of her heavy breasts. My lips worked their way up to the top of the first boot and down to the toe of the second. Dixie sat on the closed toilet and crossed her thick legs. She waggled the uppermost boot. I crawled to her, aware that I was exposing my bare bottom to Savanna. When I started kissing her boot, she told me to give it a spit shine. I extended my tongue and ran it all over the fragrant leather. In the end she made me wrap by lips around the bulky heel, which stretched my jaws to their limit, and hold it there long enough to remind me that I needed to obey any order they gave me, no matter how demeaning. At last, I was allowed to begin the task of scrubbing with that too-small brush. I filled the bucket with hot water, added some of the cleanser they provided, and got busy. As I hunched over, one of them rested her boot on the middle of my back and pressed down, forcing me to bend my body further, until it was extremely uncomfortable. After several minutes like that, they departed.

I slaved over the bathroom, which hadn't been cleaned in a while, until my muscles were sore and the chore was nearly done. That was then the women reappeared. Now they were wearing short filmy nighties, with no panties underneath. The sight of them made my penis twitch. Why was I responding that way to this mistreatment, and to their overly voluptuous figures? They were facing me, but I was picturing the view I'd had earlier, of them from behind. Those incredible posteriors began to obsess me.

Savanna checked the room unenthusiastically. "Not bad for a start. We'll give you plenty of practice. The kitchen will be a challenge, Maid Lucy. But I figure that's part of your deal, wanting to be washing up everybody else's mess."

Too beaten down to stand up for myself, I said in a small voice, "Yes, Ma'am."

She told me, "I like it when you sound like a girl. Keep talking that way."

Dixie amplified, "Otherwise, one of us might have to put you over her lap, and make you cry big hot tears, all down your pretty face."

"Speaking of that face, let's touch it up with some cosmetics. And mess some with that hair. If Lucy gone to be a girly-boy, she got to look the part all the way."

I was still on my knees. They made me crawl after them again, which amped up my growing fixation on their double-wide sitters. They got me to the bedroom and sat me in front of the dresser. In the mirror I could view my face as they remade it. Foundation, eye make-up, blush, and plenty of lipstick transformed me. I saw myself go visually from Louis to Lucy. Then they brushed my hair and used some product in it, with the end result that it was fuller and hung down over my forehead. If I had a sister, I told myself, that was what she might look like.

"Now," Savanna said, "you looking sweet enough to be our girlfriend."

"Our little white girlfriend, who got a hunger for Black pussy."

"June tell us that she got you trained to use that mouth of yours like a for-real lezzie."

"Time for us to try it out."

The two of them stretched out on their queen-sized bed. They spread their legs lewdly. I had a clear view of two pussies, with protruding rippled lips and bigger clitorises than June's. As I got into the position that was all-too familiar to me, Savanna's scent assailed my nostrils. She must not have washed down there recently, perhaps neglecting her personal hygiene on purpose, just for this occasion. Whatever the cause, she smelled like a plate of mixed seafood that had been left out in the sun too long. I held down my gorge, swallowed my pride, and stuck out my tongue. Her rubbery labia tasted worse than they smelled. She squeezed my head between her massive thighs and held it there while I did several minutes of concentrated licking. Then she freed me so I could back up and vary my techniques. I made sure to pay plenty of attention to her firm nub of her love-button. Soon she was climbing toward a climax. When it came it was loud and lively. She gushed against my mouth and I gagged down her fluids. Before I could bounce back from that, Dixie was ready for her turn. She was similarly unwashed, took longer to bring to orgasm, and finished with even more wetness.

It left me with my head spinning. They weren't done. Both of them got up and donned curious harnesses around their broad hips. Dixie fitted hers with a frighteningly long and thick dildo, that was fire-engine red. Savanna put herself in the middle of the

bed, on hands and knees, her stupendous ass waiting. Dixie got me behind her friend and shoved my face between those vast nether cheeks. I was blinded, caught in the sweaty valley. I felt Dixie using the straps from the harness, one of which included a collar, to fasten me into that horrid position. The stink of Savanna's most private orifice filled my head. She began to perspire afresh. There were oily and greasy secretions getting on my face. As Dixie tightened the straps, my features were fitted more snugly into that narrow, moist, unappetizing space.

Next, Dixie reached under my unimpressive torso, to toy with my nipples. It made my arousal even more intense. As she fingered, she said what she was doing would make me try harder to please Savanna. Dixie smeared something slippery on my anal ring and even inside it. Moments later I felt pressure there, and knew it was the business end of her strap-on dildo. I remembered how large the head of it was. My moans of fear were ignored as she shoved against me. It popped inside, making me holler against the floor of Savanna's deep crack.

Dixie chortled and said, "Bet you wish I was wearing a dick as small as yours. This one is more like LaMar's, which is probably inside your big-titty girlfriend right about now. She's going to get as much Black cock as she can stand. I hear that man can go at it all night. Won't never be no chance of you putting your puny pecker in her after that."

She pushed again, sinking several inches of the shaft into my tightness. Savanna told me in a scolding tone, "Get that mouth busy back there, Lucy. You think we got you there for no reason?

You got to do to my rosebud what you did to my snatch. Get to getting, girl. This is part of your duties. You a full-service maid."

I licked and rimmed her anal egress, delaying its inevitable penetration. Dixie jammed me again, making my tongue poke out, as if I was some easy-to-control bedroom gadget. I buried it inside Savanna and worked it around like I was a sex-starved teen giving his first French kisses. She purred appreciatively. Then Dixie planted herself all the way in. I felt heavy plastic balls against my much smaller ones. My miserable little dick betrayed me by getting so stiff that it hurt. Dixie reached under to fondle it, though not enough to grant me the relief I urgently wished for. They kept me like that for what must have been more than a half hour, while the rapacious female used my hole until I was nearing the finish line. Against my will, and to my disgrace, I spurted a load. She screamed and joined me in finishing. I was thoroughly stretched, my mind so shaken up that l knew I would never feel like a real man again.

After Dixie at long last pulled out, my abused tunnel was on fire. She pinched my ass hard, several times on each side. I was sure it would leave angry marks. And my face was still embedded in Savanna's vast ass. I had to take my breaths carefully, as there was limited oxygen there. The stench was still terrible. She grunted and gave her hips a wiggle, signaling that she wanted more rim-kissing and bunghole-probing. I complied. My erection returned, even though I had emptied my balls so recently.

"Next time," Dixie said, "I get Lucy's white face in my ass, and you get to plow her rump."

"Sounds good," Savanna told her. "And I got a special fake cock to use. One with bumps all over it. I heard her cum this time, but she's going to bust a nut even harder when I take her."

"Ha! It gone be a long weekend for Miss Lucy."

"When we done with her, she ain't never gone to stand up to June. Or even think about trying."

"She even gone to be a good girl and do the right thing, after LaMar fill June up with his spunk. Lucy be getting her mouth on that white girl's twat and lapping up all the cream, eating it down, and saying 'thank you' for being let to do it."

"It gone be a happy marriage. Hell, June maybe even give Lucy's shrimp-dick some of those quickie hand jobs."

"Or make the sissy give them to himself." "While she watches."
"With LaMar."

They laughed. From in the prison of flesh that was Savanna's enormous unclean ass, all I could do was moan. I would be making similar sounds a lot from then on, I was sure.

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