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The Guest!

Written By Tina Majors 

Concept by Devin Dickie

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The Guest!

Written By Tina MajorsConcept by Devin Dickie

Chapter One

I was enjoying a nice and chill afternoon before my shift that evening at Le Dominique, the restaurant I had been working at for the last twelve months. Food was one of my passions in life, I just loved working with the ingredients, the textures, the smells, and getting customer feedback that my dishes were on point was just the best feeling.

So, yeah, I was definitely a foodie.

Luckily for me, so was my wife, Genevieve...

We had actually first met when I worked in a restaurant across on the other side of Detroit, over in the more urban Tough Rocks district. She was teaching at her school and stopped in one day for dinner with a colleague.

That first time I saw Gen, I couldn’t believe how hot she looked. I mean talk about the fantasy of a hot teacher... she was blessed with a truly ridiculous body that would make any student or staff member drool. With her 34FFF breasts, all natural and unmissable from a mile away, her micro-waist, and not forgetting her wide, soft, but also powerfully loaded hips and thighs...

Put simply, she was just a total knockout.

She was dressed quite conservatively that day we first met, a little shy about her naturally outstanding curves, and wanting

to project a professional, demure vibe seeing as she was a teacher in a school full of horny pupils.

But... there was absolutely no denying her killer body.

We were the same height, 5’5”, but next to her I looked like an absolute non-entity. I was a little bit on the chubby side, not a single sign of defined or built-up muscle on my body, and with my soft, plump ass I really was never going to be asked to be the poster boy for my local gym.

My soft, squidgy little man boobs were something I had to deal with too. Gen said she really didn’t mind them, found them cute even, but I was never convinced. I knew she was just being kind.

I was never going to be an alpha male when it came to my body, I knew that. Oh, and one more detail... I had what could only be described as a micro penis. I mean, seriously, it barely registered as a dick when it was soft and even when I got hard it was probably only just tipping one and a half inches, with a sub-standard girth to compound an already poor situation.

So, when Genevieve actually asked to speak to me that evening, I was immediately sweating, nervous, totally expecting a compliment about the food but nothing else. What I hadn’t accounted for though was that Gen was even more of a foodie than me...

This, and the fact that she loved my sensitive, unthreatening vibe, meant that one date turned into two, which

turned into ten, which ultimately ended up with us getting married, buying a place together and planning for the future by plunging the remainder of our savings into a guesthouse. The plan was that we would use the guesthouse to supplement our income to make the dream of me opening up my own restaurant become a reality. I was convinced this would work, so really pushed for us to take the risk.

With my reputation as a progressive, open minded and interesting chef seemingly on the rise, the prospect of us being restaurant co-owners was closer than ever. I knew that Gen would never want to give up teaching permanently, but the option of running a restaurant together was something that we’d talked about so much, I honestly couldn’t rule it out.

Anyway, back to the here and now...

I finished listening to a podcast, yes – a food one, and decided to go for a shower to freshen up before my shift. Genevieve would be home soon, hopefully before I left, and I wanted to look nice and bright for her too.

Just as I was stepping into the shower, the hot water cascading over my naked body, I heard Gen’s keys in the door. “Hey, Gen, I’m in the shower,” I called out, the bathroom

sound system playing some hip-hop RnB mixes, the kind that Gen loved to listen to.

“Okay! Give me a sec!” Gen shouted back, her voice upbeat, cheery, and with the exact same charm she had that first day we met. “Get ready!”

Get ready?
For what?
I nearly came right there and then as she walked into the

bathroom, stripped down to her bra and panties, her huge breasts wobbling, jiggling, and nearly spilling out of her black lace bra.

“Hey, Kyle, excited to see me?” she said, her cheeky and flirty tone making her blush, her natural instinct to act a little dorky and shy never really staying hidden for too long once she was at home. “Need a hand getting clean?”

Now it was my turn to blush...

Gen moved over towards me, her light brown hair tied up in a high bun, her clear, porcelain skin only serving to emphasize just how bright and sparkling her blue eyes were.

As beautiful as her face undoubtedly was though, it was her body I couldn’t keep my eyes off. As well as her mountainous titties, I found myself scanning over her soft, smooth legs, their shape hitting epic proportions the further up I looked, peaking and then contrasting incredibly powerfully with her tight, slim waist.

“Damn, don’t get me too excited, I don’t want to be late again,” I said, the feeling of Gen washing my body with the soft,

fluffy cloth giving my dick an all too familiar feeling of excitement. “Tell me about your day, honey.”

Gen giggled at the sight of my little shaft stiffening as she squirted the shower gel on it and then held the shower head over it, blasting the gel away and leaving me with a rock hard, albeit tiny, little boner.

“So, today, was interesting,” she said, taking a step back and sitting down on the foot stool, her back up against the wall and her magnificent thighs looking resplendent as she crossed one leg over the other. “We’re talking a full-on incident in the science lab. Three seniors, all of them over eighteen, and built like absolute monsters. You know the Triple Threat Guys I told you about who lead the basketball team? Jamal, Tyce, and Milo, right?”

“Yeah, I think I remember,” I said, a little insecure because I knew just how well built the three of them were. Having looked at pictures of them online, it was painfully obvious that they were way more alpha and masculine than I could ever dream of being, and they were only eighteen.

“Right, okay, whatever you say,” Gen said, teasing me a little as she cast a glance over my now slightly less hard dick. “Anyway. The three of them were going in on this little nerdy guy, Albie. Albie is like eighteen too, but it was chalk and cheese. He’s small, weak, and basically like a little mouse next

to these three lions. So, they’re picking him up, wedgie-ing him, pinching and twisting on his nipples...”

At this point, I could see Gen’s mind wandering right back into the scene she had witnessed. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked an awful lot to me like she was actually getting turned on by remembering the whole situation...

“Mmm, uh-huh, sorry, where was I?” she said, her hand hovering over the small triangle of material at the front of her panties. “Right, so they were pinching his nipples, laughing at him, calling him a puny little whiteboy, all the classic insults. Poor Albie was just so passive, his face flushed red with shock and submission...”

Another pause.

I couldn’t help but notice just how hard her nipples looked, poking out at the front of her lacey bra. I didn’t know what to do, what to say, or even how to feel about this.

“So, what did you do?” I asked, trying to break her trance. “I said: what did you do, Gen?”

Gen laughed, blushing as she got up from the stool.

“Oh, I knocked on the door and told the three of them to get their asses over to me,” she replied. “But, honestly, as they towered over me, I felt almost as overwhelmed as poor Albie had. Luckily, they didn’t do anything to me, but we all knew they could have done if I, I mean they, they wanted...”

I was stunned, I just couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. Was that a genuine slip of the tongue, or did she mean something else entirely? Either way, I didn’t get a chance to interrogate her on it as she promptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to finish off my shower and get ready for work.

How the hell I would be able to concentrate at work with all of this on my mind?

Chapter Two

The shift at Le Dominique started badly and got worse, much worse in fact. From the second I walked in, fifteen

minutes late due to an issue with finding a parking spot, my manager was all over my ass.

Steve was an asshole at the best of times, but that evening he was just a non-stop douche bag. Sure, I was in a bad mood after Gen’s bathroom revelation, but Steve’s non-stop complaining really set me over the edge.

Each order that came back to the kitchen with a request from an amendment or complaint pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about the so-called Triple Threat of Jamal, Tyce and Milo, and the apparent effect they had had on my wife, was just making things much worse.

“Will you back the hell off!” I yelled at Steve when he came in to ask how long an order was going to take for a large group of businessmen who had more or less taken over the restaurant. “Jeez, I’m going as fast as I can.”

Steve looked furious, but kept his cool.

Well, he did until the shift ended anyway...

With the final customers having left, and the front doors shut for business, I took a moment to thank my team of sous chefs and pot washers and apologised for being in a bad mood. They were all good guys and girls, and I liked to show them respect.

I told them to pick up a drink from the bar on me by way of apology, an offer they gratefully took me up on. But as I sat

down on the metal stool in the kitchen, my mind was still whirring by what had happened in the bathroom.

There had been something about the way that Genevieve had spoken about those seniors, in awe almost. I saw the way she was licking her lips as she spoke, how hard her nipples got, and the way she even ran her fingers over her panties.

I had seen it all, and knew her too well to miss the signs.

Not only that, I could hear a crystal-clear replay of her words too... the slip-up where she seemed to give away way more than she ever would have wanted to.

“Kyle, we need a word,” Steve said, his tone of voice firm and cold. “Listen, you’re a good chef. You’ve got a good career ahead of you, I’m sure. But, I’m afraid to say, it won’t be at Le Dominique. We’ve had a sudden change of ownership and the new investors want to bring in their chef from Japan. It’s a done deal. I’m sorry.”

I felt myself go pale.

A cold sweat came over me as I tried to see whether Steve was punking me, playing some kind of sick prank to get me back for earlier.

But he absolutely and very definitely wasn’t.

What made it worse was that we still hadn’t fully paid off the contractors for the work on the guesthouse. Our savings had been wiped out. This wasn’t good, it wasn’t good at all.

How the hell was I going to explain this to Gen?

What would she think?

She was with me because of my status as a chef and because I was as reliable as the days of the week...

If I couldn’t provide her these things, what use was I to her at all?

Chapter Three

Genevieve tried to be as understanding as she could, but I could tell she was pissed off with me. Not so much due to the misfortune of a takeover costing my job, but at the fact that it was me who had really pushed us to plunge our savings into the guest house.

“It’s not the end of the world,” she said, taking a sip of her pumpkin spiced latte, the hustle and bustle of the café in the background. “I mean, I guess we’ll have to be a little less selective about who we let into the guesthouse, right?”

This had been a bit of a touchy subject.

My preference had always been to rent it out on a flexible short-term basis to well-off holidaymakers looking for a city break, or for businesspeople coming into town for a conference or business meeting.

The problem with this plan now though was that we were out of funds and hadn’t been able to get the décor up to the required level that these kinds of people would expect. Sure, we could still try and rent it to them, but would it be worth the bad reviews?

No, we had to try something else, Gen was right. But what?
Or more importantly... who?

“I’ve got an idea,” she said, her plump lips pressed together, the fullness of them never failing to give me a tingle inside my pants. “Watch this.”

With that, she took a piece of paper out from her handbag and began writing an advert for the guesthouse:

Open minded married couple, Gen and Kyle, seeks semi-permanent resident to occupy guesthouse. Must be able to pay rent on time, but other than that anything goes.

“Really?” I said, my voice wavering as I read it back in my head, the words ‘open minded’ and ‘anything goes’ setting off alarm bells. “I mean, who do you think an advert like this will attract?”

“Honey, we’re not in a position to be picky,” she said, glancing beyond me and towards the notice board. “We’re good people, we’ll get a guest who fits our needs, don’t worry.”

I mean, I couldn’t deny that it was an eye-catching advert, and with Gen’s persuasive writing style I felt like if this could guarantee us some fast, steady income then I could put up with whoever we ended up with.

As I was beginning to feel good about the situation, my mocha with extra sprinkles and soy whipped cream going down nicely, I caught Gen staring over behind my shoulder, her eyes glassing over, her mouth slightly open too...

“Um, earth to Genevieve, what are you staring at?” I said, craning my neck around, shocked to see that Gen appeared to be staring at a tall, extremely well-built black guy standing over by the counter, picking up a double espresso and green power-juice to go with it. “Seriously?”

“Oh, calm down Kyle,” Gen said, not even looking at me as she continued to stare, practically drooling, at the large black guy. “Surely you’ve got more important things to be worrying about. Like where you’re going to get your next chef’s job?”

She was right, of course.

I really did need to focus my energy on getting a new kitchen to work in. After all, if I wanted to get my dream of owning my own restaurant back on track, I had to get earning some money soon. Still though, the knowledge that Gen was now finding it acceptable to drool over uber-muscular black guys really didn’t sit comfortably with me at all.

“Come on, let’s go,” Gen said, standing up and hiking her leggings right up, the outline of her pussy lips becoming visible underneath the ribbed, grey material. “I want you on your back, your mouth and tongue ready to get to work on tushy.”

Gen smiled a wicked smile that I hadn’t seen from her before, like a switch had been flipped inside her, and she wasn’t going to be turning it off again any time soon.

Her behaviour was taking me totally by surprise.

Where had the demure, shy, even slightly dorky façade gone? It was like since I lost my job at Le Dominique, she had decided to take charge of the relationship, and with that came a certain confidence that I wasn’t sure how to take. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was loving the fact that she was being a lot bolder with her body, and her sexual demands.

But, on the other side, I sensed that this change wasn’t just related to me losing my job. Yet again, and probably prompted by her response to the big black guy at the coffee spot, I cast my mind back to how obviously turned on she had been when she recounted the tale of the three black seniors bullying the nerdy white student.

I didn’t know what all of this meant, and part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to dig to deep either. Anyway, right then I didn’t have the desire to think too hard, all I could contemplate was getting Gen’s curves back home as quickly as possible and getting my tongue into action inside her round, naturally sculpted ass cheeks.

If this is what her being the boss was going to look like, then I certainly wasn’t complaining. However, as Gen confidently pinned our advertisement to the coffee shop notice board, what I truly had no idea of at that moment was the direction that all of this was going to head towards...

Chapter Four

“Kyle, you’re so cute,” Gen said, rolling her eyes back and giggling as I brought her to one final orgasm, my tongue by this point totally overworked to the point of near-on-numbness. “You know I’d blow you usually, but I’m just beat from all those orgasms. Maybe you might want to just snuggle up next to me and jerk it onto my titties?”

I didn’t need asking twice and crawled up towards the top of the bed and began stroking, the sight of Gen’s Triple FFFs, her nipples absolutely rock hard and the perfect pink hue enough to push me towards orgasm in what must have been a record, even for me.

I shot my load out onto the sheets, not quite making Gen’s titties or even her stomach. I felt a headrush. Just being able to jerk off in the presence of her naked body felt like a privilege, and the way she giggled at the sight of me frantically jerking my dick and shooting my load in a weird way actually turned me on. I mean, I knew I wasn’t the kind of alpha male she had been recently very openly thinking of, but I definitely was enough for her.

Rough, tough, alpha males we okay for fantasies. Safe, nice, beta whiteboys were the best for reality.

That was the foundation of our relationship, and as Gen got up from the bed, her ass cheeks clapping together as she stretched out and bounded across the room, I felt more secure than I had in a while.

Maybe me losing my job and this subtle change in our relationship was actually going to work out for the best? I mean, if it meant this kind of fun, then I definitely wasn’t going to complain.

The only problem though was that my version of our future might not have been tallying all that closely to Gen’s after all...

“Oh, look at this!” Gen said, excitedly reading something on her phone. “We’ve had a response to my add! And, apparently, they can pay in cash. Kyle, this is perfect!”

Maybe I was distracted by the sight of Gen’s titties bouncing around as she jumped on the spot in excitement, but I didn’t know how to respond.

“What’s up?” Gen said, sitting down next to me.

“I guess it’s just... who is this person?” I replied. “How can they pay in cash? What sort of guy are we talking about here?”

“Listen, you know we can’t be selective,” Gen replied, resting her hand on my soft, rounded left boob, squishing it a little. “If K-Money can come in and provide the money we need, then we should do whatever it takes. Remember, we have to have this income stream coming in now.”

I knew she was right.
We had no other choice.
But... K-Money?
Immediately my alarm bells were ringing, the name alone

told a story, and it must have been written all over my face too. However, the look on Gen’s face was one of pure joy. Sure, she was happy that the money was going to be coming in, money that we desperately had to have, but was that it?

Or in reality was there something else, something much bigger, that was really getting Gen so hyped?

Chapter Five

My search for a new job was proving a little harder than I had anticipated. I don’t know whether it was the current economy, or the fact that my approach to job hunting wasn’t the most assertive technique, but I was finding it hard to even get an interview.

I mean, it wasn’t even as if I was only applying to the super-exclusive restaurants. If anything, I was actually probably lowering my culinary standards a little bit and sending my resume out to places that under any other circumstance I would have turned my nose up a bit.

I could tell that Gen was getting frustrated with me too...

“Kyle, honey,” she said, packing her bag ready to leave for work. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but you need to... man up. Show some hustle. Instead of being so docile, set out to grab what you what want. Demand it.”

I felt a little annoyed by how direct Gen was being. I mean, she had the security of a long-term teaching job in a school that had valued her presence since her first day there. She didn’t really understand how the restaurant business worked, how cliques and shit-talking pretty much ran the industry.

“I’m doing my best,” I said, a little frustrated but trying to hide it. “I’ll get an interview, and then I’ll nail it. You’ll see.”

Gen smiled, impressed that I was showing a little bit more fire.

“That’s the spirit,” she replied, picking up her cell phone and walking over to give me a kiss goodbye. “Now, I’ve left you a pile of my laundry to wash and dry, and a list of things to pick up from the wholefoods store. Oh, and remember to change the bedsheets too, that’s a good little maid!”

Gen moved her hand down over my crotch and pressed her thumb and forefinger over my dick, giving it a little squeeze. I blushed, not only at having my cock fondled, but by the fact that she was teasing me about being some kind of live-in housemaid.

“You’re so cute,” she said, giggling at my reddening cheeks. “And that’s why I love you so much! Now, behave, no distracting yourself by playing with your little wee-wee either.”

Gen giggled and gave my crotch a playful slap before walking towards the front door, stopping briefly at the mirror to give herself a final once-over look.

I had to say, she looked absolutely great. Even in her more demure school clothes, she still looked phenomenal. There was simply no hiding her curves, no matter what kind of bra she wore or how many layers she added.

I did notice though that she was wearing a black bra underneath her white blouse. It was definitely visible, and I

wondered what her colleagues would think, and also the three bullies, Jamal, Tyce and Milo.

The thought of the three of them licking their lips at the sight of her breasts packed inside her shirt, her black bra tantalisingly visible, then after class cornering her in her classroom... well, it made me shiver. They were so much bigger than her, stronger, and even as eighteen-year-olds had the kind of alpha swagger that I was beginning to sense that Gen might like far more than she had ever let on to me before.

But... I decided to try and put it out of my mind.

After all, Gen was so professional she would never let a colleague or anyone else cross the line with her. I mean, had she wanted to, she could have worn far more provocative clothing, knowing full well that with a body like hers it would be super-easy to get all the best classes and easiest teaching schedules.

So, feeling a little bit more reassured, I decided to get on with my tasks and hopefully finish them early enough that it would allow me to hit up a few restaurants in person, really try and show Genevieve that I while I may never be a true alpha male, it didn’t mean I couldn’t at least hustle more like one.

As I began to sort through the pile of laundry, I found myself fingering through Gen’s bras and panties. The feel of the intricate, lacey patterns on my fingers was something else. I mean, I had always had a thing for panties, I guess a little bit of

a fetish running back all the way to my days in college, but doing my wife’s laundry was somehow bringing it all back to me...

I picked up a pair of bright orange panties with a really cute white band around the waist. The way they fit Gen was just incredible, really cutting into her waist and then riding so high on her wide, strong hips. I could feel my dick getting harder and harder the more I played with them, stretching them out, rubbing my fingers over the smooth material.

I just couldn’t help myself...

Holding them up to my face, I pressed them over my mouth and nose and took a long, deep inhale through my nose. It was like I was literally burying my face into Gen’s pussy and ass.

I had to stop though.

I knew where it was going to lead, and I had far too much to do that day than sniffing each and every one of her panties, probably ending up edging myself into oblivion.

So, without further ado, I got the pile of underwear in the washer and took myself to the bathroom for a cold, calming shower. If I was serious about getting a job and winning my way back into Gen’s good books, then I had to take this seriously.

The only problem was, I wasn’t factoring in the possibility that when it came to Gen, it might not just be me making moves to assert myself for very much longer...

Chapter Six

The day came for us to meet our new lodger. I had been a nervous wreck, irritable and unable to settle. Gen though seemed to be taking it in her stride, excited even.

“You know, this really won’t be forever,” I said, just an hour out from when he was due to arrive at the house. “I’ll be back on my A-game and climbing the restaurant ladder soon, you know?”

Gen just smiled, put her hand on my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It felt reassuring, but a little patronising too.

“Honey, it’s okay, honestly,” she said, her bright pink workout leotard clinging to her every curve, her sports bra

visibly struggling to keep her breasts under control. “We’ll take K-Money’s rent, save it up, and all will be well in the world.”

“Right, I guess,” I replied, looking her up and down as she stood in front of the mirror, checking out her curves, even giving her booty a squeeze.

It was like she was teasing me.

“Gen, don’t you think you should change?” I said, trying to sound casual but failing. “We don’t want to give K-Money, if that is his actual name, the wrong impression.”

Gen rolled her eyes and let out a little snort of derision.

But, clearly, what I said must have at least worked a little bit.

“Fine, you win,” she said. “I mean, you’re probably right. We’ll be his landlords, so it’s probably best if we look as smart as possible on the first meeting. I don’t know though, I just thought I looked kinda hot?”

She was teasing me again, knowing full well that I found her body almost too hot. It was true, I actually did feel at times totally overwhelmed by her extremely feminine physique, a fact which was compounded by my sub-optimum body and little dick.

“Hey, with our first rent payment, why don’t we splash out and order in this evening?” Gen said, her blue eyes looking impeccable, crystal clear in fact. “And if you play your cards

right, it won’t be the only sweet thing you’re eating this evening...”

I blushed, turned on by the prospect of worshipping her body, and even hopeful that we might end up having sex too. Well, that would depend on whether I could stop myself from cumming too soon... easier said than done for me, especially when I was skin-to-skin with her naked body.

Still, either way it was a prospect to look forward to.

Then, just as Gen was getting changed into slightly more conservative clothes, there was a knock at the door.

Three heavy knocks.
Loud, confident, the kind that demand attention.
I knew immediately it was K-Money, and my immediate

reaction was to panic. Why? Well, something on a purely biological, instinctive level told me that he was bad news. I couldn’t possibly know how, or what this meant... but every single feeling I was having was telling me that the new addition to our household was about to make himself feel very at home indeed.

Chapter Seven

“You must be... K-Money?” I said, nervously and a little self-consciously as I opened the door. “Please, come in.”

K-Money simply strode into the house, barely acknowledging me at first. As he surveyed our entrance lobby, I couldn’t help but feeling incredibly small.

Metaphorically and literally tiny too...

K-Money was huge. I mean, he was comfortably 6’6” and possibly even taller. His build was enormous too, the sheer size of his shoulders and arms was putting me in some kind of panic as I struggled to know what to do with myself. The way his huge, and super well-defined, biceps and triceps were flexing as he took it upon himself to wander into our kitchen was making me seriously nervous.

In his tight white vest and equally tight yellow, brown and black sweatpants, he was every inch the black bully figure that I would come across when I cruised online looking for porn to watch after a long shift at work.

The fact that he hadn’t even removed his large framed, pure-black sunglasses yet just added to the vibe he was giving me. K-Money did his own thing and had absolutely no problems in letting the world know that.

“Nice, very nice,” he said, his deep voice making my heart beat even faster, the complete masculinity of it taking me aback. “You don’t mind, do you?”

K-Money picked a shiny red apple out of our fruit bowl and took a big bite, the crunching sound reverberating around the room.

At this point, I was panicking.

K-Money was physically imposing, but just as importantly, he was mentally intimidating too. I just didn’t know what to say or even where to look for that matter. The very obvious snake at the front of his sweatpants was so big it was proving impossible to not fixate on.

“Um, yeah, feel free,” I spluttered, watching on as he continued to take large bites out of the apple, his attention now drawn towards our twin refrigerators. “So... how long would you be planning on staying... in the guesthouse?”

K-Money ignored my question as he opened the refrigerator doors and stuck his head inside, scanning over our stock of food and drink.

I didn’t know whether he hadn’t heard me, or was simply choosing to ignore my question. This situation was going from bad to worse, it was like I was becoming the prospective lodger in my own home!

“Where’s Genevieve at?” he finally said, cracking open a can of 7UP and then taking a long, hard gulp.

“I, um, she’s just getting, um,” I stammered, barely able to string a sentence together.

“Oh, hey! You must be K-Money,” Gen said, popping her head around the corner before walking into the kitchen.

She had changed out of her gym clothes into a tight white t-shirt that she had tucked into a pair of pale blue jeans that fit high on the waist. So, in other words... she still looked like the incredibly curvy, ultra-feminine woman that she was.

Sure, she may have tied her hair up and put on her glasses, but there was absolutely no way she would ever pass for an actual nerd.

Not even close.

K-Money clearly knew what he was looking at too. Lifting his sunglasses up and resting them on top of his head, I could practically see his eyes scanning over every inch of Gen’s body, taking in the detail and the focussing on her breasts as they wobbled slightly as she approached him to shake his hand.

“Great to meet you, I’m Genevieve, or Gen, whatever,” she said, giggling a little as K-Money’s huge hand dwarfed hers as they shook. “So, how about we show you the guest house?”

“Sounds like a plan,” K-Money said, his tone with Gen far more accommodating than it had been with me, charming almost.

“Honey, could you maybe prepare K-Money one of your famous flat-whites?” Gen said, turning to me and giving me a

look that told me she wasn’t asking. “Seriously, it’s one of the perks being married to a chef. Great food and drink at home, right?”

“Sure, of course,” I replied, blushing slightly at the sight of Gen’s eyes widening as she caught sight of K-Money’s bulge for the first time. “I’ll have it ready in a minute.”

“Well why don’t we check out my new space while he makes the coffees?” K-Money said, his tone friendly but assertive. “That cool with you Gen?”

“Of course!” Gen replied, her titties wobbling as she went up onto tiptoes in excitement. “Babe, make it two flat-whites. And one for you too, if you want.”

I nodded, aware that I had little choice in the matter and also knowing full well that Gen was doing her best to make K-Money feel comfortable. As I watched the two of them walk out of the kitchen and towards the back door, I couldn’t help but notice how they looked standing next to each other...

K-Money the tall, dark, alpha protector with his strong, yet also lean physique. The tattoos on his arms and neck told their own story too. Gen, over a foot shorter, her perfect round ass and small waist complementing each other perfectly.

What would I think if I saw them out on the street together?

More than that, what would I think if I saw the two of them in one of the porn clips I would search during the day when I was at home and Gen was at school?

In both scenarios, there was just something so right about the image of them together. But where did this leave me?

Call me paranoid, but I couldn’t leave them alone for too long in the guestroom, there was no telling what might happen. Put it this way, these would need to be the three quickest flat-whites I had ever made.

Chapter Eight

The three coffees balancing precariously on my tray, I walked out of the back door, down the small path in our garden and entered the guest house.

I could already hear laughter and Gen’s signature giggle as I made my way down the garden path, but when I entered it was like I had stepped into a stand-up gig. Gen was rocking her head back in laughter, clearly finding something incredibly amusing.

“Oh, hey, Mr Coffee is here!” she said, clearly giddy with excitement for some reason. “Thanks babe. Seriously, K-Money, Kyle’s flatties are just incredible, you’ll see.”

I watched as K-Money took a sip from the cup and nodded his head, seemingly in agreement with Gen.

“Damn, it certainly does not suck,” he said, taking another long sip, pretty much finishing it off in two gulps. “I’ll have to tell my homies about it, you can put your skills to the test with them.”

That didn’t sound like something I wanted to do.

At. All.
But Gen didn’t seem so averse to the idea...
“Hey, maybe instead of a new job in the kitchen, we should

be looking to get you into grinding beans instead?” she quipped, half-joking but also clearly half-serious too. “Got any other ideas we could use to get back on track, K-Money?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not only was I feeling totally undermined and emasculated, I was shocked that she was so openly revealing details of our current financial situation. We barely knew this guy and she was telling him that we needed help?

This seemed crazy to me.

“So, yeah, we need a month up front and a security deposit,” I said, trying somehow to establish myself a little in the conversation. “These are total dealbreakers if you can’t-”

“Hey, little dude, it’s chill,” K-Money said, totally speaking over me. “I can give you however months up front you need. Damn, I can pay a year in cash plus double security deposit. I’m good for it. Money ain’t a thing.”

“I guess that’s why they call you K-Money?” Gen said, again sounding more like she was flirting with a first date than dealing with a potential lodger.

“Right, listen to your wife, bro,” he said, licking his lips and running his tongue over his perfectly straight, brilliant white teeth. “Gen knows what’s up.”

I could have sworn that Gen was actually blushing at this point, but ultimately K-Money’s cash was too good to turn down. She had been right all long, we did need the money, and he was ready and willing to provide us with the dollars we needed to tide us over.

If Gen did think he was hot, I mean there were worse things in the world, right? When you’re in a steady relationship it’s normal to have the occasional crush, and knowing Gen like I did there was no way she would ever dream of acting on any kind of initial physical attraction.

What I didn’t realise though was that it might not just be down to Gen, or me either. K-Money would be moving into the guesthouse in the next week, but as far as he was concerned, he had his sights set on far, far, more than just the studio in our garden...

Chapter Nine

I wasn’t having any more luck in my job hunt. If anything, things were going from bad to worse. It turned out that my old boss had actually been quite critical of me to a few other restaurant managers who had asked about my availability.

I guess this was the industry, reputations and hierarchies counted for a lot, and I was now finding out that being on the wrong side of that equation really wasn’t a great place to be.

“If you don’t find something soon, I might need to set up an Only Fans,” Gen said, trying to add some levity to the

situation. “I think there could definitely be a niche market for a triple-F-tittied teacher with dorky glasses, right?”

I laughed, but as much as she was joking, she was probably right too. I knew that men truly did go crazy for her breasts, as evidenced by pretty much every time we went out on dates. It was always the same, I could see them staring from a mile away. Most of them didn’t even try to hide it, probably in some part due to the fact that I was hardly an imposing, scary boyfriend who might turn on them if they made their leering too obvious.

No, I was pretty much invisible next to her as far as other men were concerned. I could deal with it though, knowing that when we got back to our marital home it was just me and her. I think that was a part of where my fear of K-Money came from.

Even though he would be living in the guest house, which had its own private access gate at the side of our garden, it kind of felt like he was moving in on my personal territory.

Gen had picked up on my nerves and decided to try and make things better...

“I’m actually not into black guys, you know that right?” she said as she finished off her post-workout protein shake. “It’s just... I can tell that you’re a little worried about K-Money. I mean, I can see what a woman might see in him, but... well, I’ve got you and you’re just perfect honey.”

“Thanks Gen,” I replied, a little unsure but still happy enough to hear her words of reassurance. “I think I’ll get a break soon enough, I just need to keep on hustling. I’ve got a meet and greet with the head chef at Thai Tech later. It would mean working underneath him, but it would help dig us out of this hole.”

“That’s great,” she replied, mopping some sweat off her brow. “But, with K-Money’s cash, we’re actually okay for a little while. Maybe just hold off for something better? And I actually like having you around the house a bit more too. My panties have never been washed so efficiently!”

I blushed.

One of the reasons I had been doing the laundry so quickly and efficiently had been that I’d been finding it increasingly difficult to not take my interest in her panties further. I had actually started wearing them, my dick hardening almost as soon as I began to pull them up over my soft legs and certainly getting fully erect when I felt the soft, silky feel of them over my cock and riding up into my ass too.

It was difficult to last more than a minute in them, a big wet patch usually beginning to spread over the front being pretty typical. So, yeah, it was pretty much a necessity that I stayed on top of the laundry as I really didn’t think Genevieve would have taken too kindly to the idea that I was using her panties to get off in.

I think it was just the boredom of having too much time on my hands that prompted me to do it, certainly to begin with. But a part of me also felt like now I had started it might be a little tricky to stop. I had even taken to scrolling around various fetish sites, looking for captions and stories about panties, sissies, crossdressers, all of that kind of thing.

Again, probably down to boredom.

“Okay, shower time,” Gen said, breaking me out of my trance. “After this I’m heading out again to meet Callie, Michelle and Amber okay? We really need a catch-up, it’s been way too long. You don’t mind staying here? It will just be three old college friends bitching and catching up on all the gossip. Not your kind of thing.”

“Yeah, fine, that’s cool,” I replied. “Have fun! With the end of the school year coming up, you deserve a break.”

Gen blew me a kiss of appreciation and walked out of the kitchen and towards the shower, before briefly stopping and turning around towards me.

“If my phone goes and it’s one of the girls, open it up and shout it to me, okay?” she said. “You know what Callie is like for running late to these things.”

I nodded and put the phone next to me on the work surface as I began to prepare myself a salad bowl. It turned out that Gen was right about Callie too. No sooner than I heard the shower water begin blasting down on Gen, than her phone

flashed up a message. It was, of course, Callie... apparently, she was running half an hour late.

I called out to Gen to pass this on and just before I was about to put the phone down on the counter, I paused. I had a brainwave and decided to try something new in my salad but couldn’t quite remember the exact details of the recipe that I’d seen on Instagram. I knew it involved black beans somehow, but wasn’t sure of the exact details.

So, totally without thinking, I clicked onto Gen’s Instagram and began typing out black bean salad recipes. But as soon as I had completed black in the search bar, a whole load of suggested accounts came up and they all had one thing in common.

A clue? Not a single one was related to black bean salad. Black Dick Lifestyle
Black Men Working Out
Black Bulls of IG

Black Thugs & Suburban PAWGS
Blacked 4 Life
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Clearly, Gen had been

looking at either these accounts or comparable ones. Why else would they show up in the search results?

I didn’t know how to react. I mean, part of me was furious, my pride totally taking a beating that despite what she had

literally only just said to me, she clearly did have a sexual preference, or curiosity at the very least, for black guys.

I couldn’t help but click on the accounts, my eyes popping out of my head at what I was seeing. Photos, videos, captions all relating to an apparent lust for black men.

“Can you reply to Carrie please, tell her that’s fine?” came Gen’s voice over the sound of the shower water. “Everything okay? It’s gone awful quiet at your end?”

“I, um, yeah, it’s fine, sure,” I spluttered, my mind racing and my heart beating too. This was so much to take on, I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I was looking at on her phone, the sight of women, with bodies like Gen’s, shaking their breasts and twerking their ample asses for a series of big, strong, and super-well-endowed black men was too much.

Hearing the shower water come to an abrupt halt, I quickly type out a response to Callie and put the phone down on the counter.

Just in time too...

“Hey, um, toss me my cell?” Callie asked, her naked upper body dripping with water, her nipples stiffening post-shower due to the cool A/C kicking in. “Hey, you may get to suck on these later if you’re lucky.”

I picked up the phone and tossed it up to her. I suddenly realised how flustered I must have looked, and there was definitely a hint of suspicion in her eyes as she caught the

phone, looked at the screen momentarily before then turning away from me to walk back to the bedroom, her towel tied tightly around her waist and her titties bouncing freely.

Suddenly, the idea of her hanging out with her three college BFFs had taken a different turn in my head...

Would Gen be talking about her seemingly new-found interest in Black Bulls of IG? If she was, and especially with the impending arrival of K-Money, then where the hell did that leave me?

Chapter Ten

For the first couple of days after he moved in, we barely saw K-Money. It seemed like he was a very busy guy with a lot going on in his life – and most of it centred around him making money by the looks of it.

His brand-new BMW 7 Series was now a permanent fixture on our small driveway, the blacked-out windows and large, shiny rims a very definite contrast to Gen’s small Mini and my single-speed bicycle.

Then, one Saturday morning, things began to change.

“Hey, there’s a problem with my shower?” K-Money said, walking into our kitchen via the back door just as Gen and me were settling down to a bowl of granola I’d pimped with a selection of fresh fruits and berries.

“Oh, um, okay? I’m sorry, I’ll call our plumber,” Gen said, apologetically and seemingly not that bothered by the fact he had just walked right into our house. “What shall I say the problem is?”

“No, don’t get it twisted,” K-Money replied. “The shower works. It’s just far too small for me to fit under. I need a tall shower with a wide head or it’s no good.”

“Right...” I said, trying to cut this situation off right there and then.

“Well, you’re welcome to use ours in the house until we get a new one fitted out in the guesthouse,” Gen interjected, cutting me off as if I wasn’t there.

I shot Gen a dirty look, but she shot one back that was equally as harsh, her eyes telling me to keep quiet and let our lodger do what he wanted.

“Cool, it’s through here, right?” K-Money said, already removing his tight black t-shirt to reveal that his entire upper body was covered in tattoos and giving us both an up close and personal look at the most incredible powerful body either one of us would have ever seen in the flesh.

“Let me come with you, the shower takes a bit of fiddling to get it just right,” Gen said, totally unaware of how much her breasts were moving, braless, underneath her pink, satin pyjama button-up top. That, along with her matching pyjama bottoms made her a sight for sore eyes, and from the look on K-Money’s face, he was well aware of it too.

When Gen walked back into the kitchen, I felt like I was about to totally lose control. I had never felt so small and insignificant in my own home – and the feeling had been made so much worse by just how keen Gen had been to play up to K-Money’s request.

What next, was she going to give him a body-wash too?

Honestly, I didn’t know how much more of this I could deal with...

Chapter Eleven

The morning shower rapidly turned into K-Money popping over during the day to raid our fridge, use our washer and dryer and even make calls on our landline.

But it wasn’t going to end there, not if K-Money got his way.

I just had to stand up to him, somehow.

“Yo, little man, run me a bath,” K-Money said, towering over me as I sent an email from my iPad. “Did I stutter? I said run me a bath.”

“N-n-n-no, this is too much,” I said, my voice clearly trembling. “You pay us rent, but that’s for the guesthouse. This is mine and Genevieve’s house, not yours. You need to respect that.”

K-Money didn’t say anything.

His looked me up and down and then without barely seeming to use a single ounce of strength managed to pick me up underneath my armpits and carry me into the bathroom.

“Put me down! Right now!” I screamed, in both a state of shock but also rapidly escalating panic. “I said... put me down!”

K-Money did just that, placing me down in the bathtub and promptly turning the shower on, ice cold water blasting down on me.

“You don’t speak to me like that ever again, got it?” he said, his voice stern and menacingly deep. “I know what you like to do with your wife’s panties too, by the way. I have a nice little set of photos on my phone. So if I was you, I’d show me some damn respect or I’ll be telling her exactly what kind of sissy bitch she has for a man.”

Wait, he knew about my wearing Gen’s panties? How had he managed to take photos?

But, more importantly than that, how the hell was I going to get out of this situation right now?

“Please, K-Money,” I begged, my clothes soaked through, my man-boobs visible through my thin white t-shirt. “You must have got the wrong idea or something? I mean... come on... please.”

K-Money just stood there, laughing.

“I knew you were a little beta whiteboy from the second I copped my eyes on you,” he said, detaching the secondary shower head and blasting the water directly at my crotch. “There’s no way your little thong wearing maggot dick is satisfying your woman. Here, let me see it properly.”

K-Money tore my shorts off and laughed at the sight of my dick, the cold water raining down on it making it even smaller than it normally was when soft.

Compared to him, I was barely even a man at all.

“Damn, now I know for sure that Gen ain’t getting it from you,” he said, roughly lifting me to my feet and squeezing on my nipples a little before mushing my man boobs up together.

“I reckon I could have some fun with these though,” he said, laughing as he made a big display of grabbing his snake-like bulge that was actually becoming more prominent with every splash of water that rebounded off me and onto him.

Then, suddenly, and as if this wasn’t bad enough already, I heard Gen’s voice in the kitchen. She was home. I looked at K-Money, pleading with him to show some mercy.

But he was having none of it.

This was just what he wanted.

“We’re in here,” he called out, pushing me back down onto my knees in the bath and then picking out a pair of panties from the laundry basket and tossing them at me. “You need to see this.”

The next five seconds seemed to last an age, but nothing would prepare me for the look on her face as she entered the bathroom, slightly tipsy from having a couple of cocktails on the way back from work.

“Oh. My. God,” she said, her mouth wide open, the sight of me naked in the shower with nothing but a pair of her lime green, mesh panties in my hands clearly taking her back.

The thing was, even though it had been K-Money who had thrown the panties at me, if I tried to deny it he would simply explain every little detail about what he already knew.

“You were... right,” Gen said, the look on her face a mixture of sheer amusement but also anger too. “I’m living with a sissy.”

“Damn straight,” K-Money said. “I think it’s time we got a new man of this damn house.”

Chapter Twelve

With an air of shock still very much in the room, and with me trying to deal with the revelation that Gen and K-Money had already discussed my panty secret, K-Money wasted no time in taking charge. He leant over into the bath and hauled me out, my naked body wet and my natural pudginess a stark contrast to his mammothly strong frame.

“Get his ass into your bedroom and dress him like the white-boi bitch he is,” K-Money said, his tone very firm and incredibly clear. “Get yourself in matching bra and panties. Now!”

With his voice reverberating around the room, Gen grabbed me by the arm and quick-marched me out of the bathroom, down the hallway and into our bedroom.

I immediately turned and shut the door firmly behind us.

“Gen, this is insane,” I said, panicking, my mind all over the place. “I can explain, I really can.”

Gen however had already begun undressing, her clothes practically flying off her body as she removed them and tossed them over into the corner.

“You’ve got a minute!” came the deep, clear bellow from the kitchen. “Do not keep the new, true man of the house waiting.”

Gen ran over to her closet, her ass cheeks clapping and her breasts bouncing so hard it was like she was attempting to motor-boat herself.

“Please, Gen, stop, this is crazy,” I pleaded. “We can’t let him do this to us. Just stop!”

At that point, I put my hand across her to try and put a halt to this increasingly worrying situation.

“Hands off,” Gen said, slapping my away. “Listen. I already knew about the panties, I have done for a while, even before K-Money told me. I mean, I know it’s something you look at online too. That sissy stuff.”

“Right, jeez,” I replied. “Well... I know what you look at too, Gen. All those BBC Instagram accounts. What the hell?”

What became clear to us though was that we didn’t have time to stand there arguing over who had what particular sexual fetish or turn on. Maybe that was an issue we could resolve another time. Right in that moment though, we had a big, angry black guy shouting for us to come out and present ourselves to him.

We had no choice.
We knew we had to meet his demands.
Realistically, with the information he had over me, he

could make it very difficult for me to get a job at a decent restaurant. The restaurant business was still very masculine and sexist in so many ways, the idea of a panty wearing sissy

chef just wouldn’t fly with most of the more conservative restaurant owners.

“Here, take these,” Gen said, passing me a pair of very high-cut black panties that had a thick white stripe around the waist. “I take it you’ve already worn them at some stage?”

“No, I haven’t actually,” I replied, pulling them up over my still damp body. “Listen, we’ll get through this. I know we will.”

Gen then put the matching bra on me, fixing it shut and even letting her hands wander down over my front, cheekily pulling out and then snapping-back the waistband of my panties.

“Right, we’ll talk later I guess,” she replied, quickly jumping into her matching panties, and then getting into her bra. “Let’s see what K-Money wants and when he goes back to the guest house we can talk properly, work a way out of this situation.”

We stood next to each other in the mirror briefly, a regular married, white suburban couple, both of us in matching bra and panties, ready to step out into the unknown and see exactly what it was our black lodger wanted from us.

As humiliating as it was, it was our only choice.

“Okay, deep breath, one, two, three,” Gen said, her chest rising and falling, her fleshy breasts almost spilling out of her bra. “Let’s go.”

With that, she opened the door and stepped out.

It was time to see exactly how far K-Money was planning on taking this.

Chapter Thirteen

“That’s my girls,” K-Money said as he watched us nervously walk down the hallway towards the kitchen area. “Don’t be shy, I want to give you the K-Money welcome.”

The K-Money welcome? What the hell was that?

I could feel my legs shaking, the adrenalin pumping around my body so intensely that it was making it very difficult to even walk normally.

The way that K-Money had just described both Gen and me as his ‘girls’ too... it sent a shiver all over my body. I couldn’t deny that wearing bra and panties felt good, but doing it in front of K-Money? Well, that was something altogether different.

“Now come here, nice and close,” he said, opening his arms out, his wide arm-span making him look even larger, even more imposing. “That’s it, really get in close.”

K-Money brought his arms down on us and pulled us both in close, Gen on one side and me on the other.

“K-Money, what can we do to make this right,” Gen said, her eyes wide, gasping as she felt his strong arm squeeze around her body, his hand feeling inside her bra. “Oh, I see. Oh, God.”

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing.

Just the feel of K-Money’s hands over her nipples was clearly providing Gen with the kind of stimulation that would take me several minutes of hard work with my tongue to achieve. It almost looked like she was going to cum right there on the spot as K-Money pulled both breasts out of her bra and traced his fingers over each nipple, stiffening them to a degree that I could barely believe was possible.

“You see, sissy,” K-Money laughed, “this is how a real man do it. Whitebois just don’t have this in them. Do they Gen? I said: do they?”

“No, I don’t know, I mean, no, I mean, mmm,” Gen said, her voice wavering as she began to breath harder, K-Money grinding his crotch into her ass, making her instinctively push back against him.

“Your wife is feeling a real dick right now,” K-Money said, grabbing my breasts, squeezing them and laughing as I blushed, a look of total degradation coming over my face as I witnessed Gen shamelessly grinding her ass against another’s man’s dick right in front of me.

“Kyle, I’m... s-s-s-s-sorry, it’s just...” Gen said, her voice trailing off as she pushed back extra hard, the feeling of K-Money’s huge schlong seemingly melting her brain.

K-Money laughed and pushed Gen to one side.

“I think my other bitch needs to have a turn popping her cheeks on me,” K-Money said, grabbing me and roughly moving me in front of him. “Now show me what that chubby white-boi booty is made of.”

I paused, not knowing what to do, unsure if I could deal with this.

This was a mistake...

“I don’t expect to ask more than once,” K-Money said, his voice full of anger as he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my entire body back against his. “I said work that fat ass onto me.”

I looked over towards Gen for some kind of support, but she simply stared back at K-Money, a look of obedience and submission on her face. There wasn’t going to be any help coming from her, that much was clear.

Slowly, I began to wind my ass, pushing it back against the rock-hard bulge at the front of K-Money’s pants. I had never, ever done anything like this before, but as degrading as it was, I couldn’t deny that I felt a certain kind of energy come over me as slowly bounced back and forth, K-Money’s hands guiding me, manoeuvring my body, squeezing and stroking as he pleased.

“Much better,” he said, looking over to Gen. “I think I’ve got two wives now. Gen and Kyle, or maybe that should be Kylie?”

K-Money laughed before roughly pushing me away from him.

“Now I want to see you two dance for me,” he said. “Two white sluts, bumping and grinding for their Black God.”

Gen requested for Alexa to put on some hip hop and took it upon herself to take the lead in our display, spinning me around and squeezing and shaking my ass cheeks, lifting the material high up into my crack, really putting me on display.

Without being asked, Gen herself then got down onto the floor and began to flex her own booty cheeks, bouncing them up and down on the smooth marble. I didn’t even know she could do that, and this must have been obvious to K-Money too...

“Looks like wifey number two didn’t know wifey number one was such a freak,” he said, his hand squeezing his dick, running down from the base to the tip, the outline through his pants now super-clear. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you checking my dick-print out either, white-boi.”

I blushed, unable to make eye contact with K-Money as he cast his dark, dangerous eyes up and down my body. But I didn’t have much time to think, K-Money had his own plans, and nothing was going to stop him from fully exploring them...

“Both of you, on your knees before me,” he bellowed, his firm tone resulting in us both being at his feet in less than five seconds. “Good. Now it’s time for us to get even better acquainted. Gen, as the real woman, you can have the honour of removing your King’s pants. Do it right, do it slow, I want this little sissy husband of yours to remember the first time he sees a real-life black monster-dick.”

Gen turned to me, her cheeks flushed red with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. I wanted to say something, to try and stop her maybe, but I couldn’t get the words out. Right there in that moment, we were both under K-Money’s control, and there was no arguing against that at all.

As Gen slowly pulled down K-Money’s pants, it became apparent that he was going commando... as every inch of his thick, dark, veiny dick that revealed itself, my eyes widened and mouth opened more than I would have thought possible.

The scale of K-Money’s dick was having quite the effect on Gen too, the smile that came over her face was like she had just been told that she had won the lotto jackpot.

“Oh my God,” Gen said, blurting the words out, immediately flushing red again with embarrassment at how openly she was in awe of K-Money’s biggest asset. “I... can’t... believe it.”

“Gen, please, I don’t think... I don’t know if I can...” I said, feeling like my own manhood had just effectively been scrubbed out.

“Shup up sissy and watch what a big black dick can do to a white wife,” K-Money laughed, grabbing my hair and bringing me in close to witness Gen take his dick, wrapping both her hands around it and pulling it down towards her mouth. “Kiss it. Then let sissy kiss it too. I want both of you showing the correct respect.”

I watched on in horror as Gen planted her soft, plump lips at the bottom of K-Money’s shaft, slowly working her way up hit, her tongue out and pressing down, moistening every available inch of his length.

When it came to the tip of his ten inches, Gen fully extended her tongue and began whirling it over his head, her eyes wide and a look of animalistic lust on her face.

I really was seeing a side to her that up until a few days ago I would never have conceived to have been possible. Sure, she was a respectable teacher who hid her curves underneath a sometimes dorky façade, but clearly there was much more to her than that.

“Look at your wife, sissy,” K-Money said, grabbing Gen’s hair and pushing her head down onto his dick, making her gag as she took it inch by inch by inch until it was all gone. “That’s one dick-hungry, big-titty white girl.”

The muffled noises from Gen’s mouth as she tried to speak sounded exactly like the sounds made by women in the interracial porn I had watched, and yet again I couldn’t believe I was witnessing it in the flesh.

There was no denying the reality of the situation, and it was about to get even realer too...

“Time for a break, let the little man take his turn,” K-Money said, pulling his dick out of Gen’s mouth, her huge intake of air as it finally exited telling me everything I needed to know. “If Gen can fit it all the way in, I expect the same from you too, maggot.”

I moved my head towards his dick, now covered in my wife’s spit and saliva. I slowly reached my hand out to his dick

and placed it around the circumference. It felt totally different to holding my own little dick, and as I looked at Gen, I could see that the sight of me handling K-Money like this might even have been turning her on.

“That’s it, my panty-boi, you show me what you can do,” she said, reaching underneath K-Money’s balls and working her tongue over them. “I want to see you do a good job, just like me.”

I placed my other fist around his shaft and pulled it down towards me, sticking my tongue out and experiencing my first taste of another man’s cock. It was salty, a little sweaty, but I knew I couldn’t stop.

Not with a 6’6” black thug towering over me.

And not with an expectant Gen looking on, her hand inside her panties, her fingers moving round in a circular movement over her clit.

I opened my mouth and struggled to get it over the full width of his throbbing, angry dick head. I began to panic as it appeared that my mouth was just too small and dainty to take something so huge inside it...

“Help him or I’ll kick his ass right here and now,” K-Money said, an ominously threatening tone in his voice. “I want to hear panty-boi choke.”

“Sorry honey, I’ve got no choice,” Gen said, smiling, grabbing my ears in each hand and pushing down. “Take it, take

every inch of that black dick inside your sissy-hubby mouth. Make K-Money’s king dick disappear for me. More. More. All. The. Way!”

Despite my loud spluttering and gagging, Gen managed to force my mouth over the top of his bulbous head and then all the way down his shaft. It felt surreal, my mouth and throat being filled in a way that I had only ever secretly dreamt of, my brain blanking out on me and the sensation of being K-Money’s personal fleshlight taking over.

Gen proceeded to then work my head up and down, squeezing my ears to encourage me to move faster, her instructions coming loud and clear too...

“Show me how hungry you are for K-Money,” she said, beginning to find herself enjoying her role as K-Money’s assistant more and more. “Sissy sluts get their mouths filled and fucked. Panty-bois live to serve their big, black masters. Work that nasty little mouth of yours, faster, faster, faster!”

It was as if Gen was taking everything out on me... the fact I lost my job, the situation with our finances, the reality that I had a weak, beta body and even more useless dick.

She was showing me who I really was and what she truly thought of me. All of this was perfect for K-Money too, showing him that if he wanted a free run on the house, it was his to take. He was seeing that he wouldn’t have any kind of resistance from Gen now.

“Gen, get behind me and get that tongue of yours in between my ass cheeks,” he ordered. “I want your wet tongue in my ass hole ready for when I bust my nut all in Kylie’s mouth.”

“Yes, sir,” Gen said, excited and clearly willing to obey his commands to the letter of the law, no matter how degrading.

Despite witnessing everything so far, I was still stunned to see Gen offering herself to K-Money like this. The sight of her keeling behind him, parting his large, muscular ass cheeks and burying her head into his ass hole was still a huge shock to witness.

“You best get that look off your face,” K-Money said, noticing my wide-eyed, shocked expression. “You both serve me, you both do exactly as I desire. That’s just the natural order of things, white couples serve black bulls. Got it? Now, get ready to take my big, black load.”

I had to grip onto his super-well-defined thighs at that point, his thrusts nearly knocking me off his dick and onto my back. Then, as I felt his body tense up, it was like time stood still for a second.

I knew the cum was on its way into my mouth.

I had no idea how much, or whether I would be able to take it.

Then, one huge burst of hot, salty cum was followed by several more, the grunts of release from K-Money loud and masculine in the extreme.

As I felt my mouth fill up with his spunk, I was caught between wanting to throw up and keep on taking more and more.

“Show me,” K-Money said, pulling his dick out and squeezing it, spraying my face with three or four final blasts of cum. “Let me see that white-boi mouth wide open and full of my seed. Gen, get your face out of my ass and witness it too.”

With Gen on her knees, all around her mouth covered in saliva, and K-Money looking down on me, I opened wide and showed off my mouth full of his cum.

“Gargle it,” K-Money said. “I want to see and hear it hit every corner of your mouth before you swallow it down like a good sissy.”

So, in front of my wife and my black bully, I did exactly that, the taste of his cum overpowering me, the feel of it sliding down my throat telling me that nothing was ever going to be the same in our house again.

Chapter Fourteen

K-Money looked at both Gen and me as we submissively awaited his orders. With his ass freshly licked clean and his still scarily big dick sucked to satisfaction, I wondered whether our ordeal might be about to come to an end.

A foolish, naïve thought.

Maybe one born more out of hope than any kind of realism...

“I’m going to take hot bath,” K-Money said. “You know, let my body recuperate with some of those fancy-ass bougie bath salts I saw in there. You two can get to work tidying the house, and when you’re done you can both be waiting for me, on all fours, outside the bathroom. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Gen said, her nipples still rock hard and her eyes glassy and obedient. “Come on, Kyle – I mean Kylie – let’s get to work.”

K-Money laughed to himself as he watched the two of us walk out, Gen’s voluptuous ass jiggling in time with her heavy, bombastic titties.

“Wait, actually sissy-boi,” K-Money said. “I’ll make this fun. I want you two competing to do the cleaning. Take a room each, whoever does the best job will get a nice, big reward later. The loser gets a punishment...”

So, without further ado, I ran towards the bedroom, figuring that it would be easier to clean as it was a little smaller and had less furniture.

“Bitch!” Gen said slapping my ass and grabbing at my nipples, twisting them. “Don’t try and get into K-Money’s good books ahead of me or there’ll be trouble you little pink-dicked black cock guzzler.”

I shut the door and began to get to work on cleaning, my loyalty to Gen as my wife one thing, but my fear of being punished by K-Money prompting those loyalties to fall by the wayside just for now at least.

Then, I had an idea...

Not only was I going to do the best cleaning job, I was going to get a head start on impressing K-Money even more by dressing the part too. I knew exactly what I was looking for as I opened Gen’s closet, heading straight for the underwear and pulling out what was quite simply the sluttiest, most intricate, and scandalously sissy panty, bra, and suspender set she owned.

Red lace.
Fine, intricate stitching of the highest order.
Skimpy, revealing, and very slutty cut-outs on both the bra

and panties too. I was going to show K-Money that I deserved a reward rather than punishment.

The only problem? I didn’t realise that the reward and punishment might just be exactly the same thing...

Chapter Fifteen

With the room tidy, I slipped into my outfit, feeling confident that I would sufficiently impress K-Money. I might even piss off Gen too, extracting a little revenge for a situation that really only actually came about after she put that damn advert up in the coffee spot.

I couldn’t get over just how perfect the lingerie fit me.

I guess I could have been a little slimmer, but the fact that I was carrying a bit more weight around my ass only served to enhance the shape.

I could feel my dick hardening inside the perfectly tight, smooth panties, the cut-out peepholes on the bra that were exposing my nipples prompted me to lick my fingers and gently pull on my sensitive, puffy nipples.

Really getting into the moment, and losing track of time, I even turned around and squatted down, bouncing up and down

on the balls of my feet and marvelling at the sight of my cheeks clapping together.

Then, from nowhere, I realised just how much into the moment I had gotten...

“What the god damned hell is this,” came K-Money’s unmistakeably loud boom. “I thought I told you to be on all fours outside the bathroom, ready to greet me?”

I turned around in a state of shock, my panic enhanced by the sight of K-Money, naked, water dripping down his shiny, super-muscular body. I also couldn’t help but notice that his dick was swinging between his legs, semi-hard and looking like it was only going to get harder.

Much harder in fact.

Gen was next to him, totally naked and on all fours at his feet, her breasts hanging down, both nipples touching the floor. As she saw the fear spreading over my face, she began to smile the widest, most satisfied smile you could ever imagine.

“Looks like you’re getting the punishment and the reward, both at the same time,” K-Money said, pulling Gen up by her hair and throwing her onto the bed, her entire body shaking as she landed heavily and face first onto the soft, king sized mattress.

“First up, you can watch me make your PAWG wife tap-out,” K-Money said, stepping toward the bed and pulling Gen by her legs towards the edge of the bed.

With her face buried into a pillow, he spread her legs and plunged his full length straight into her pussy, the muffled screams from Gen making me rush over to her, only to be swatted away with ease by K-Money.

“Sissy, climb up onto the bed and move that pillow,” he said. “I want you to see her face as she cums from a real dick for the first time.”

I did as I was told and was met by the sight of Gen’s face, bright red and a perfect mixture of discomfort and pleasure. As K-Money pressed the weight of his body down on her, his dick working over her G-spot, Gen began to moan, a deep, guttural moan that I had never heard before.

Soon enough, her body was shaking, her legs quivering and spasming as she began to cum, seemingly one powerful orgasm followed by another.

“I can’t... take... another....oh fuck,” she screamed, slamming her hands down on our luxury bedding, a wedding gift from one of our close friends.

At that point, K-Money pulled his dick out and stepped back as Gen’s pussy squirted, three, four, then five powerful blasts of quim out of her pussy and back down onto our marital bed.

“Now, time for sissy to experience a real dick first-hand,” K-Money said, rolling a totally limp Gen over to the other side

of the bed, before then reaching over to me and pulling me in close. “Let me see that little dicklet, sissy clit of yours first.”

I nervously pulled my panties down and let my hard dick pop out. It was the hardest it had ever been, but still short of two inches. K-Money laughed and flicked at it with his hand.

“Damn, Genevieve,” he said, his tone mocking in the extreme. “How have you coped for so long with this little matchstick?”

Gen mumbled something, her word unintelligible due to her brain still being too wiped out to function properly. The only words either me or K-Money could make out were silly sissy wee-wee, clearly how she personally referred to my dick behind my back.

I didn’t have time to dwell on it though, K-Money grabbing me and slapping his dick from side to side across my face, the feeling of Gen’s pussy juice across my mouth and nose reminding me again of what I had just witnessed.

“She’ll never be the same again,” K-Money said. “That’s if you ever even get the chance to slide your silly sissy wee-wee in there you little slut.”

I was then pushed onto my back and K-Money ripped my panties off and hitched my legs right up towards my head. He told me to hold them in place and before I knew it, he was holding a big bottle of neon pink lube, tipping it up and aiming it directly at my exposed ass hole.

I gasped in shock as the cold, sticky lube hit me, much to K-Money’s amusement as he twisted my nipples with his spare hand.

“Now, beg for my dick inside your sissy ass,” he said. “Ask me to take your virginity and ruin your ass just like you witnessed me do to Gen’s sweet white-girl pussy.”

“P-p-p-please, sir, please put your big black dick into me,” I said, my sense of total degradation being completed by the fact that Gen was now coming round to her senses and was watching and listening to every word I said. “Stretch and fill my sissy booty, please sir. Change me forever like you did to Gen. P-p-p-p-please, oh fuck, I can’t...”

As K-Money pushed his throbbing, angry dick head against my ass hole and dropped his weight down onto me, I felt my sissy-hole stretching to accommodate him, my moans suddenly becoming high-pitched like a woman as he slowly but surely filled my ass up.

“Open your eyes and look at me while I tear this ass up,” K-Money said, holding one hand over my neck and squeezing, delighting in the look of terror and submission in my eyes as I opened my eyes to the sight of his black alpha body over me. “Now, get ready for me to show you what it really means to get blacked.”

My ass gave way to the pressure and K-Money began easing his dick in deeper, slowly at first but with greater force.

My cries of discomfort were soon replaced with something else...

“He never makes those noises when we fuck,” Gen said, having propped herself up with some pillows. “I guess my hubby likes big things in his sissy tushy.”

K-Money was thrusting and enjoying the flexibility of my body, but I knew he wanted more. Pulling his dick out, he flipped me over onto my front.

“Hold on tight, slut,” he said, getting up onto the bed and adjusting his body so that his foot was now pressed down on my face and my ass was presented to him in the perfect position for him to really go hard. “Take it like a sissy. Don’t be shy.”

As he began to work up the speed, I could feel the same thing happen to me as had just happened to Gen. Call it Black Dick Magic maybe, but my eyes began to roll back into my head as the sheer pleasure of being fucked hard, blacked, made it impossible for me to do or say anything other than whimpers and moans of ecstasy.

Taking his foot off my head, K-Money grabbed each of my ass cheeks and shook them, leaving his dick deep inside me as he began spanking them, an act that brought me out of my trance.

K-Money began thrusting inside me again, so fast and so powerfully that my ass cheeks were shaking, clapping and jiggling even without him touching them.

“I’m going to... cum...” I said, the feeling building in my body, the stimulation and arousal from my black god’s dick proving more than enough to edge me closer and closer to my very first sissygasm.

As I came, I felt my entire body shut down in by far the most satisfying orgasm I had ever known. I saw Gen holding her cell phone up and recording me as I moaned, slapping my hands down on the bed sheets just like she had done.

The difference this time was that K-Money wasn’t going to stop until he had got his satisfaction too. He quickly built up his speed, my body nothing to him but a hole to dominate and own, and as his grip tightened, I knew what was coming.

“Fill me up, master,” I said, just about managing to get the words out as he pounded me. “Make me yours forever.”

That was enough for K-Money, who proceeded to drive his dick in deep one more time and then shoot out an enormous amount of his cum, even more than he had into my mouth just an hour ago. There was something about the way he was grunting and moaning that was actually turning me on, making me feel satisfied that my body had pleased him.

It was like I was born to be his, to be a true sissy for black cock.

Certainly, as he pulled out and his cum began to leak out of my ass, I knew that I really was a different person from now on.

Gen too.There was no way that either of us would be able to go back to the way things were before K-Money announced himself so confidently and dominantly into our lives.Maybe Gen and me were the new model for married white couples? We loved each other, that wasn’t in question. But from now on, we also knew that K-Money and in particular his monstrously thick, long black dick was a part of our marriage too.“Time for a photo to mark the occasion,” K-Money said, lying back on the bed with Gen on one side of his huge, dominant body and me on the other. He took Gen’s phone and held it out in front of all three of us. “Smile for the camera!”One Black God and his submissive husband and wife... the perfect family photo.

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