Embarrassment of Richy! by Ashz (52 Pages) (Patreon)

Embarrassment of Richy!

Written by AshZ

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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.

Chapter One: His New Wealth

When my husband and I bought a home in Southampton village in Suffolk County in New York, I thought we had made it big. It was what I had been waiting for to persuade Samuel into agreeing and retiring early as well from being a broker on Manhattan’s Wall Street.

Samuel White had worked hard to get to where he was today, and I often like to think it’s because of me paving the way. I was the one that got him the job in the first place, something I don’t think I would ever tell him. As it turns out, the hiring manager at the business firm Samuel went to interview had been a college fuck buddy of mine. He scratched my back, and I did to his, which ended with Samuel coming home with the biggest grin on his face ten years ago.

Since then, he’s been climbing the ranks to build up the perfect life we envisioned together.

The one I’ve waited years for, and what I deserve after being with him for ten years.

He’s five years older than me, turning thirty-six in just a couple of months. Standing just five foot six, he’s a bit on the shorter side of who I usually have dated back in the days. Weighing one hundred and fifty pounds for his height, he’s more on the feminine side in terms of his appearance. Big blue eyes with brown hair parted to one side. With pudgy-like breasts and a thick fat ass, my friends usually commented that all he’s missing is long hair to be mistaken as a woman.

I, on the other hand, used to be on the cheerleading squad as captain in UCLA. Naturally skinny with a tiny ass and a natural 34G, I often got many stares in college with my red hair and ocean blue eyes. Frankly, my friends frequently asked what I saw in Samuel, let alone why I married him.

It’s pretty simple—he’s easy to control and manipulate.

I love Samuel, but it’s his submissive nature I loved the most about him. He never argued with me and always spoiled me. When I wanted to quit two years ago because someone at work was annoying me, he insisted I quit. So now, he’s buying us the perfect home.

From the moment I saw the house, I knew it was love at first sight. The six-bedroom apartment rests on about two acres of land with a heated swimming pool. With pristine landscaping and nearly eight thousand square feet of living space on three floors, I knew it was it.

It was—until our newest neighbors moved in next door to us three weeks in.

In the beginning, there wasn’t anything wrong with our neighbor. He’s a twenty-two-year-old African American rapper, Shorty-D, that comes from new money. He had bought the mansion next

door just after making it big as a hip-hop artist in the music charts. So, deciding to be good neighbors as we’ll be living next door to one another in our suburban home, I opted in baking cookies for him to find out more about him.

“Samuel, can you pass me the containers?” I asked politely asking setting the pipping baked goods onto the counter. It still takes a lot of getting used to just how significant this dream house of ours is. However, it so happens that we also live just mere minutes away from our private beach, and since it’s the start of Summer, I couldn’t wait.

“Sure, honey,” he chimed in before quickly bringing it over. He set it next to me before cocking his head to the side in curiosity. “Are these...for the new neighbors that just moved in?”

I nodded, setting my oven mittens down. “Yes, I want to make sure that we’re going to be in good standing with him. Have you ever heard of Shorty-D? He’s some sort of underground rapper that just blew up overnight on TikTok, supposedly.”

“No, but I could look him up if you want me to,” he gave me a small smile, and I chuckled.

“It’s fine; we’re going there over now,” I shrugged, popping the lid. I threw down the apron I had on, letting my long, red hair flow

down as I looked back at him. “We should go together and introduce ourselves. Should we take the car since we’re going to the farmer’s market after?”

“Yeah, whatever you want,” he informed me. But, honestly, I think he sometimes forgets that he has his voice and opinion as well. He practically agrees to anything I say without much of a fight, and my friends usually think he’s like a colossal lap dog that only knew how to roll over and lay on his back for others to spoil.

For some reason, the thought of humiliating my husband had always made me dripping wet. There was just something about rendering my weak husband to do whatever I said and bent him to my complete will that turned me on. After all, I view him as nothing more than a piggy bank at times, even though he’s nothing but timid, weak, and cowardly. Hell, it was probably because of him kissing his manager’s asses that he climbed through the ranks. I mean, even during sex, I was the one teaching him how to pleasure me. It’s often quite hard to get off with his small four and a half-inch that I’d end up faking it most of the time anyway.

Once we got into their driveway, we exited the vehicle and began walking toward the house. All this time, I’m a bit disgusted with

how disheveled the place is. I couldn’t help but be a tad jealous that this rapper could afford a larger mansion than our suburban house, but he didn’t even appreciate it. The unkept lawn and what appeared to be small white baggies on the floor littered all around the outside as weeds were growing everywhere.

From what I recall, the mansion had been placed on the market for quite some time. I guess Shorty-D decided to buy it before even scheduling for a tour. Vines had stretched and started to climb up one side of the estate. Four shiny sportscars sat outside, along with random stuff laying all over the yard.

Surely, others are complaining as well about how much of an eyesore this is, right?

Going up, I head up to give them a piece of my mind when, to my surprise, Samuel goes ahead of me to knock. Though it was a bit softer than I liked it to be, I’m more baffled by why he decided to be all macho until I realized that we were in public.

Right—he has an image to maintain in public.

“Look at you, baby,” I couldn’t help state mockingly. Though, he doesn’t even know that. We waited a while for someone to come to the door. “I love it when you take charge and be a man.”

“Anything for you, honey. You know I’ll do anything to protect

you,” he beamed back. I know that he’s finishing for appraisal, hoping to impress me with his relaxed attitude to get lucky tonight as he straightened his back. If only he knew that it only made his man breasts appear bigger. I wanted nothing more than to wipe the arrogant smile off of his damn face, but I couldn’t risk the ten-year façade I’ve been building either.

“What a tough man,” I giggled, grabbing his skinny, twig arm and rubbing it somewhat affectionately. I’m in just a pair of leggings with a white tank top that was just covered by a button-up shirt. My husband, on the other hand, had just awoken when I finished baking. So in just a tank top that barely covered anything and shorts, I hope the neighbors won’t find it too weird. Yet when a minute passed by, I started growing a bit impatient as I huffed. “What’s taking so long? I can clearly hear someone in there.”

“I’m sure he’s coming,” Samuel commented soothingly, almost trying to calm me when he realized I was becoming rather impatient. Huffing, I began to bang loudly on the locked steel door, making Samuel immediately try to stop me. “Honey, don’t break his door. We shouldn’t be rude.”

Rude?

“Well, he won’t hear me if I bang on his door like a little bitch,” I snarled back, hoping he got the idea that I meant him at the very least. But, instead, I narrowed my eyes at him and his shoulder sagged before he stared at the ground like a submissive animal. So yeah, that’s what I thought.

The god-awful music from the other side finally came to a halt, and I felt Samuel tense next to me as the locks started to turn from the other side. The door finally swung open, and inside stood what had to be a giant, standing over six feet and eight inches. He’s hugely built, maybe weight about four hundred and something pounds. He had a small afro and wearing a dark pair of shades. I knew he definitely wasn’t Shorty-D, given how large and muscular he is.

“Can I help you?”

I paused, allowing my husband to have the spotlight if he wanted to be my knight in shining armor. Yet, when he only tightened his arms around me, I gritted my teeth and looked up at him with a façade smile. “Yes, hello. My name is Lexi White, and this is my husband, Samuel White. We live just next to you, folks. I was wondering if Shorty-D is here. We brought some baked goods as a welcome gift.”

The giant only narrowed his eyes even more. Well, at least that’s what I think. It’s hard to see anything past the black shades he had on. “Sorry, Shorty-D isn’t—”

“It’s alright, Kincaid. I got it from here.”

Immediately, the giant, Kincaid, stepped to the side. “Of course.”

I turned my attention to see Shorty-D himself. I got to admit; he looked a bit different than his image online. He’s about the same height as me, maybe even the same weight at this point. However, he’s relatively lean, wearing just a pair of designer shorts. From head to toe, his caramel skin is covered in tattoos of all sizes and shapes.

He looked at me with a grinning smile, winking. “Sorry about that; you have no idea how many people show up unannounced begging for attention or autograph. Name’s Shorty-D, but I’m sure you already knew that. I mean, I’m the hottest thing in the states right now.”

I nodded, not sure how I was feeling about his cocky-like attitude. “Right, and my name’s Lexi White, my husband—”

“Damn, he can’t introduce himself?” he joshed, arching up a brow as he leaned against the door. “I’m not sure about you, and I don’t mean no disrespect either, but is he mute?”

I’m holding in a laugh as Shorty-D quite reminded me of myself. It seemed he had a good eye like the rest of my friends. Samuel decided at this moment to clear his throat. “No, my name’s Samuel.”

“Mind telling me why your wife’s doing all the talking?” he grinned at him. “You a man or a sis?”

I can tell that Samuel is riding between embarrassment and annoyance from the insult. “Excuse me—”

“I’m kidding, dog, chill,” Shorty-D interjected before his eyes landed on the container in my hand. I nodded, handing it to him as he immediately popped one in his mind. “Shit, you got me brownies? I needed that,” he told us before his phone went off. He looked down and turned back to us. “Well, my manager’s calling me. I actually got a party coming tonight for my next release. So feel free to swing by.”

“Oh, we’ll try,” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Though I’m not too sure as it’s not necessarily our scene.”

“So I guess your husband is just going to listen then, huh?” he grinned at Samuel, only making me laugh.

“Play nice with my husband,” I couldn’t help throwing in.

“Who’s wearing the pants again?” he only continued. I can tell how uncomfortable my husband was again. With that, we exchanged partings and went back to our house. The whole time, I could tell Samuel was sulking, probably having his ego ruined. The first night, the party was rather nasty, yet I didn’t say much about it. Yet, the next five days were the same. Since then, it’s been a nonstop never-ending frat party. From all hours of the day, they’d be cheers, music, and laughter.

The line was crossed when someone drunk stumbled into our lawn and took a skinny dipping in our pool. I was beyond frustrated at this point. I had gone to his TikTok and documented everything Shorty-D has been doing to build a case against them. He’s always drinking, doing drugs, or having sex from the amount of video surfacing.

I was at my breaking point.

“Honey, are you sure we should be doing this instead of calling the cops?” Samuel asks rather timidly as he trailed just a few feet behind me. He knew better than trying to stop me when I was in a

foul mood, which often happened when I lacked sleep. Lately, it’s been every day.

“Samuel, you know that at this point, the Police department doesn’t care,” I snapped back, snarling. “If they did, they would have taken in my complaint on the noise pollution caused when these idiots moved in. I ignored it for one week, and I’ve had enough. I need to sleep, or I’m going to have eyebags. Now, are you going to go and give it to them? Or should I be the one wearing the pants again?”

“N-no, I can do it, Lexi,” he said timidly. To be quite frank, it looked like his face was paling at the mere thought of confrontation. He swallowed when I gave him a skeptic look as he kissed my forehead. “I got it, honey. You just draw yourself a nice bath and relax, okay? I’ll...I’ll talk to them.”

With that, he left to speak to him.

Twenty minutes in, and just as I was about to save my cowardly husband, the music simmered down to a minimum. People started to become a tad quieter as well, to my surprise. When I went to his TikTok, which is usually live, it had been offline for once as well.

An hour later, he came back. He looked a bit paler and terrified, but then again, he never was the party-goer type. Judging from Shorty-D’s content on his social media pages, it borders on the edge of gangbangs from the parties they have.

“You did it,” I said, clearly baffled and in disbelief. “What did you say to him? Why did it take so long?”

“He said he’s willing to compromise,” he swallowed as he raked his hair. “If I’m willing to... make friends with them once in a while.”

“Okay, great,” I shrugged casually. It meant that he would be out of the house more. Since he retired early due to living off his investment money and stock portfolio, he’s been getting on my nerves. I used to have the whole house to myself for ten years before he retired.

“You’re...okay with that?” he asked grimly.

“Baby just suck it up, it’s not that bad,” I snickered. “Now hurry up and shower and come to bed.”

Chapter two: His new friends

My husband is out late for the third time this week. Honestly? I’m kind of loving it.

It’s a hot summer day, with July being the peak of people coming into the Hamptons. Some have tried sneaking into our private beach only for me to kick them out. It feels good to have your own place to do whatever you want and away from the city.

I have no idea as to where my husband went, but I didn’t care, frankly.

Since he started to “make friends” with our neighbors, he would be coming home late. Usually around three in the morning to four. I didn’t think much of it. He’d come home limping, tired, and would flinch whenever I touched him. He didn’t ask for sex in a week, something I often dreaded.

My new favorite hobby to pastime now? Looking up Shorty-D’s TikTok and paid OnlyFans page.

As it turned out, Shorty-D’s party is usually an all-out orgy party, from what I’ve noticed. It seemed Shorty-D and his bodyguard, Kincaid, is much into males than females. But, of course, there’s

nothing wrong with it, as most of the males they dominate are sissies.

Ones that are weak, and even though they seemed to hate it and begged to stop, they wouldn’t. There’s just something about the power play that turned me on more than I like to admit. I’m rather curious when it comes to sex. I loved seeing weak-minded men get dominated and taken even though they were begging to stop.

The only reason why I started to pay for Shorty-D’s OnlyFans wasn’t that I wanted to see him. No, they have a cute new sissy that looked awfully like my husband. His name was Sammie, and they would often tie him up before having their way with him. His face is usually covered, though I’m not surprised because the last thing Shorty-D wanted was people showing up at the people he had sex with.

Plus, I’m sure this was all consensual, but it was just role-playing.

They would force Sammie to do all sorts of illicit acts. They would force him into all kinds of dresses and thongs, making him put on a show for others. Sammie often would do it like others in the

party would smack his boobs, pinching and twisting them crazily while his cock would pathetically drip pre-cum.

All the while, he would often beg for them to stop.

“Please,” he cried out, his whole-body quivering. “I can’t come anymore; it hurts.”

“You say no,” Shorty-D commented with a sick smile. “Yet your cock is begging for it. Look at the way you’re leaking for more. So I’m going to make you my personal sissy slave. Would you like that? Bet you would like to be my personal cock sleeve and whore, huh? Such a submissive little boy we have.”

“No more, you’ll split me apart,” he would cry as Shorty-D would hold him down as Kincaid shoved his thick, twelve-inch cock with an eight-inch girth into his ass without any lube. Often, Sammie would just cry before Shorty-D rammed his thick cock down his throat. It was so hot since Shorty-D had a wide giant bell at the end of his bulbous head as Sammie would choke and gag on it.

My favorite?

When they turned Sammie into a cumdump, free for all to use.

They had him pinned onto the couch with his legs tied back. His hairless asshole was displayed to the world. He would be gagged

as he was pounding by Shorty-D and Kincaid before his group of friends would join in. I usually hated the parties they threw at night, but now? I came to enjoy it to see what would happen to Sammie. Samuel would often go over there, but I don’t see him joining in, so I didn’t mind.

Sammie was crying while gagged. His four-inch flaccid penis was laying pathetically, pre-cum and semen drenching his body. His nipples were clamped and screwed down tightly until they were almost flat to his big belly. His balls were separated and tied up with leather laces. Heavy-looking weights were clipped oto the ends of those laces, stretching his tender balls. Men and women would surround him, calling him to name as they used him as a sex toy. They would throw condoms and semen all over his body.

Inscribed on the bottom of Sammie’s thighs?

The time’s people dumped their thick, hot semen inside of Sammie along with other profanity:

“Sissie Boy.” “Cock sleeve.” “Free Use.”

The kicker would be that afterwards; they would ram a studded metal butt plug up as Shorty-D laughed. Each time they were finished with him, Sammie was coated in semen and all sort of other fluids. He would often be crying, seeming to hate and fear it as they mocked him for orgasming so much even though he hated it. I knew that even if he orgasmed, it didn’t mean he enjoyed it. Yet, I guess Sammie didn’t, as he would often cry like a big baby over it. But, judging by the way he kept going back, he must like it after all.

That, or they have something holding against him.

Shorty-D would then plug up his gaping ass, causing him to cry out from how big it was as they smacked his fat ass. “We got to make sure that everyone’s cum stays inside of you before we send you home.”

I’ve often masturbated to seeing what Shorty-D did to Sammie alongside Kincaid, and this was no different. God, I’ve usually found myself imagining it was me dominating that sissy and showing him how to make him cry properly. I itched to go, but I didn’t want my husband, who’s there watching it, to see me having sex with another guy, after all. Yet, I can’t help but often

wonder how it’ll feel to not only dominate Sammie but be fucked by Shorty-D and Kincaid.

God, my clit is already throbbing with need at the thought of when they’ll be either going live or posting a new video soon. I’m about to get started on making dinner when my phone rings. I looked down, finally rolling my eyes to see that it was Samuel.

“Where are you?” I demanded on the other line. He’s been acting way too jumpy lately, refusing to tell me what’s happening and not maintaining proper eye contact either. “This is your fourth time late this week. If you even think about giving me some stupid ass excuse, I’m going to divorce your ass so fast. Are you cheating on me?”

If he were, I wouldn’t be that hurt about it. But, instead, I would have been more hurt by my reputation being ruined.

“N-no, honey,” Samuel said rather breathlessly on the other line. I knew that from the sniffling, he was rather upset for whatever reason. There seems to be some sort of slapping sound in the background, though I just assumed someone’s eating rather noisily. I mean, who would he cheat on me with, right?

“So, where the fuck are you?” I asked, pressing my ears closer to the phone. “It’s already eight, and you’re still not home.”

“I’m...making friends as you...wanted,” he whimpered on the other line. “So...you can s-sleep...at night.”

“Oh, you’re at Shorty-D’s place?” I questioned skeptically.

“Y-yeah,’ he stammered out weakly. “I-I’ll be back...around...round...ah...midnight.”

I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes even more as he hung up without another word. I brought down the knife in my hand hard down onto the chicken I was cutting. I knew that sound anywhere without even trying. It’s the stupid sound he makes when he’s nearing his orgasm. So clearly, something is going on in that stupid fuck-party Shorty-D is throwing next door.

I’m cleaning up, thinking of how I’m going to destroy my husband and take half of everything he owned if I caught him fucking someone else without my permission. But then, just as I’m about to drop everything and go over to Shorty-D’s place, I get a notification that Shorty-D had a new video up on TikTok.

I clicked on it, and I realized that he’s having some sort of party and telling people to subscribe to his OnlyFans as he’s life, and good things are happening right now over there. So not wanting to miss it and because I’m going to ask Shorty-D about what my

husband was doing, I decided to cool my nerves by watching Sammie being taken roughly again.

For some reason, it always calmed me down in knowing how good of a boy he is, taking the bullying and the amount of cum being dumped all over him. I loved seeing how helpless he looked, drool leaking down his chin as he looked up at the camera.

I wanted to take off the mask and see who was under there.

Logging into my account, I clicked on the live video right now, and instantly, my clit throbbed. Sammie was tied up, and his cock seemed to be in so much pain, locked up in a cock-cage. His erected manhood is there, wrapped around a small silver cage, swollen and miserable looking. The device prevented it from growing any bigger. Clear pre-cum oozed out of his bulbous head and onto his stomach. Clamped were placed onto his nipple once more as Shorty-D and Kincaid were the only ones surrounding him.

I watched Shorty-D chuckle, slapping his man breasts as it bounced.

Sammie then moaned in response. He’s in a mesh bra, the underwire just pushing his breasts up even more. In a skirt that’s pulled upward, he looked rather miserable. Then, I realized that

he’d tied once more, Shorty-D holding what appeared to be a riding crop.

Shorty-D looked down at the sissy-man, taking in his nude and quivering body as he smirked down at his cock. He nodded at the camera. “Zoom in on his dick, Kincaid. Do you see this shit? It’s so small, barely even four-inch. In fact, it barely even fit around the cock-cage. Man, are you seriously married? How do you please your wife?”

At that, Kincaid zooms in on his cock, pre-cum sloshing at his head, which only told me that even though genuine fear seemed to swim in his large, blue eyes...

I couldn’t help but realize how similar it is to Samuel. Ever so slowly, I take a seat on the sofa, never once looking away from the screen as I hiked my shorts to one side. God, I’m already hot, wet, and click down there as I bit my lips. I ensured all the curtains were closed before projecting the screen onto the TV to watch it in high definition.

“Get him on his knees,” Shorty-D commanded. “We’re finally going to make Kincaid take your puckered ass without any lube. So you better give a good blowjob, okay, Sammie? If not, you’re going to be the one crying later.”

“N-No...” he shook his head miserably as my fingers slowly started to part my wet folds. I loved how powerful he is over this white sissy. Kincaid only grunted in approval of Shorty-D’s demands. It was a losing fight, to begin with, as Sammie is thrown onto the floor. Then, he would be grabbed by the hair to stand up straight as Kincaid smiled at him.

“Pull down my pants,” he demanded of the sissy. Sammie only widened his eyes. “H-How? My hands...are tied.”

“God, you can’t even think without your wife, huh?” Shorty-D snickered. He downed the beer in his hand before crossing his arms. He’s naked, his glorious, tattooed body on full display. I never thought I was attracted to his type until now as he condescendingly pats Sammie’s head. “Use your fucking teeth and open Kincaid’s pants. Come on; you don’t want to stay past midnight and get your wife angry, right?”

Sammie’s mouth quivered in the video as Kincaid continued to film him. He moved his head closer to his pants and struggled to find the zipper. I slipped two fingers into my dripping pussy, whimpering when I saw that Shorty-D had started to pump his cock several times, licking his lips as they watched Sammie’s awkward movements with amused expressions. It seemed there

were thousands of other people watching this life as I pumped my fingers deep while playing with my swollen clit.

At last, Sammie took hold of the silver zipper with his teeth. He shifted his head down while his nose flared and the zipper moved down smoothly. Then, Kincaid’s cock comes jutting down and hits his cheeks.

Holy shit.

I almost lost it upon Kincaid’s cock. It was about twelve inches with an eight-inch girth. It’s so thick, maybe even thicker than Sammie’s wrist, and curved up to his stomach. There’s a ridge on the top that’s so swollen and angry looking at the same time. Instantly, so many comments and likes started to pour in at the shocked look on Sammie’s face. In fact, it looked like he was about to throw up.

“You’re seriously not wearing anything under your pants?” Shorty-D laughed.

“Yeah, it was nice for him to be split open tonight by my cock,” he chuckled back. The shadow of his massive cock fell over Sammie’s masked face. The view was so lewd and scandalous as pre-cum dripped onto his lips. Instantly, he went rigid as Kincaid went to smear it onto his lips like lip gloss. “I bet you’re thinking how

you’re going to fit all of me in there, huh? Well, that’s why we’ve been training you so much. Make friends, am I right? Plus, I’m sure you’ll be loosened up once Shorty-D is done with you.”

I shuddered at his stern, icy tone. I lolled out my tongue, speeding up my speed of playing with my clit when Sammie cried out as Shorty-D went to cup his balls. He went to dig his nails into Sammie’s hips as he thrust hard into him. Instantly, Sammie hollowed his back, probably from the way Shorty-D’s thick giant bell bar at the tip of his cock is hitting his prostate.

Kincaid stroked his cock lazily as he guided his cock in front of Sammie’s mouth. “Suck.”

With his whole body shaking, he closed his eyes in desperation. I watched with bated breath as he parted his lips and took his length to the best he could manage. God, he was so fucking cute and pathetic at the same time that my core throbbed. My nipples puckered. He looked so cute, like a small animal trying to eat something bigger than his little, petite sissy mouth could handle.

His face was now flushed, his brows bumped together almost like a frown in complete concentration even though it’s pretty difficult with the way Shorty-D kept thrusting into his puckered asshole.

He only managed about four or five inches before he started to gag around it.

“God, you’re fucking terrible,” Kincaid covered his mouth to stifle his laughter with his hand. I can see the sissy becoming flushed with embarrassment when he went on to ruffle his hair, only adding to his irritation. Sammie released his cock with an audible pop. He glared harshly at the man.

“W-why...don’t you do it then?” he asked, his voice hoarse and croaked.

“I thought you wouldn’t ask,” Kincaid said. It’s then that he grabbed Sammie’s harsh, forcing the entire twelve-inch down his throat. I shoved three fingers inside of my gaping cunt, gasping when I saw hot tears forming in his eyes to be treated as nothing more than a plaything.

Seeing Sammie being taken from his ass and forced to give a blowjob was too much to me. I gasped, writhing as I was humping the sofa, palming my breasts as an orgasm so intense, it caused me to see white, blinding lights momentarily. I’ve never felt like this before as I watched, half-dazed as Sammie grunted. Liquid white semen shoots out against the cock-cage as he continues to suckle and lap up Kincaid’s cock like a perfect slut.

“Did you just come?” Shorty-D questioned, bewildered.

“He did,” Kincaid confirmed. “I couldn’t believe it either. He liked getting bullied more than he could admit. In fact, I think it’s time that we show him off to the world, huh? Maybe pimp him out?”

Sammie’s eyes widened as he shook his head. “N-no, please.”

“That’s what his wife sent him here for, right? For him to make friends in exchange for quieter music,” Shorty-D reminded him before he sped up his thrust, grunting as he pulled hard onto Sammie’s hair as he spurted deep into him. It’s then that my brain processed what he said.

Surely...Sammie...wasn’t my husband, was it?

Chapter three: His New Role
I’m nervous, something that doesn’t happen often.

A few weeks had already passed since the first time I had realized the similarities between Sammie and my husband, Samuel. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that it was. The timeline made sense the more I thought about it. Every time Sammie was live on Shorty-D’s TikTok or OnlyFans, Samuel would be nowhere in sight.

The hickeys and bruises he got were the same as the ones on Sammie.

He would often flinch whenever I touched his ass or breasts, his eyes growing uncomfortable as he refused to meet my eyes. Yet...I refused to say anything about it. For some reason, it...excited me about what he’s doing behind my back. It didn’t count as cheating because it didn’t look like he was enjoying it.

As it turned out, “making friends” was another term to have random sex.

My gullible, idiotic husband thought I told him to whore out his body, which was insane to me. He must have been tricked in some way to do whatever Shorty-D told him to do. The bullying and humiliation were surely making him sick, but he wasn’t saying anything regarding it either.

It’s probably because he wants everyone to know that he’s perfect in every way than a weak coward.

So when he had gone over again to see Shorty-D, I decided to follow him and show up unannounced to see if I could catch him in the act. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I would do if I did catch up in the act. Gathering my courage, I knocked on the door rather loudly.

A moment later, Kincaid answered the door. His chest was sweaty and full out on display, with his large cock tenting against his shorts. It’s almost as if he had put it on in a hurry before opening the door. When he saw me, he arched up a brow.

“Lexi, what can I—”
“Cut the shit,” I interjected. “I know Samuel is here.”

He only chuckled. “I don’t think it’s the right time. You’re not going to like what you see.”

“Trust me; I know what I’m doing,” I narrowed my eyes, pushing past him. I knew that someone as big as him, I wouldn’t be able to get through it unless he allowed me to. I guess he wanted me to go in. Loud rapping music filled the room as I looked around the house before I finally got into the living room.

There, I froze.

My husband was there, with a collar around his neck like some sort of animal on the air mattress in the living room. He’s in a pair of heels and white panties along with stockings. I couldn’t believe it, and he was crying while begging for Shorty-D, who never once stopped thrusting. In front of them was a tripod with bright lights facing them and gay porn on the large TV. There on-screen was a large bull-like man, pumping fast and hard into a man that’s

weeping and crying with a skirt on. The words played out loudly over and over:

You are nothing more than a sissy slut. You need a cock to feel good. Without a cock, you are nothing.
You live to be pleasuring others.
A big, hard cock is what you need to be happy. You need a cock in your ass.

I soon realized this was some sort of way to persuade and brainwash my husband to do as they wanted. Samuel wasn’t even wearing a mask at this point, his face flushed red. My husband was on all four as Shorty-D thrust into him from behind, using the leash to keep him in his place. My eyes widened as I stared at my husband not only being degraded while crying, but he was wearing sissy lingerie to be a sissy wife for men.

Yet, I’m also instead turned on in the sight in front of me, especially when Shorty-D turned to me and smiled. He winked before spanking my husband’s fat, thick ass over and over. “Come on, Sammie, you know you’re about to come soon. Ride my cock like a good sissy-wife.”

“N-no...can’t,” he whimpered out, clearly not realizing I’m here watching him.

“You can and will,” Shorty-D snarled out, and it went straight to my nipples to hear how dominating and powerful he is. “I knew from the moment I saw you that you’re weak and pathetic, old man. Without your wife, you are nothing. Your wife wears the pants because you’ve been born in the wrong body. You were made to be fucked and used by another man.”

I shivered in excitement with the way he was talking to my husband. I couldn’t’ muster a word as Kincaid brushed by me. Yet right before he goes, he puts something in my hand. I didn’t dare look away to see what it was as Kincaid pulled his shorts down and gripped Samiel’s hair. He brought his cock up to his lip, smearing it all over him. “Now come on, suck my cock, cocksucker.”

My husband tried to fight away and fight him, but it proved to be useless as a lone tear slid down his face. He swallowed, trying to close his mouth, but it was no use. Kincaid pushed his cock into his mouth, holding his head in place as I saw Samuel’s erection grow into the tiny panties he’s wearing that’s too small, and the back was pushed to one side for Shorty-D to enter.

Samuel is gurgling and gagging, trying to fight but failing miserably.

My husband was rendered nothing more than a sissy cock sleeve for men like I had thought.

Disgust for that man ran through my body as I looked down to see what Kincaid had given me. I realized it’s a ten-inch strap-on cock. It’s somewhat veiny and with a six-inch girth as well. It’s bumpy and has a considerable knot where I knew it would hurt if I did thrust into him.

Kincaid was giving me the power to break my husband up even more.

Without thinking twice, I started to strip as Shorty-D and Kincaid looked at me with an amused and lust-filled expression. My husband was weeping with his eyes closed even to realize what was happening. I loved how the two men’s noses flared as they saw my natural 34G breasts with large areolas and thick nipples.

Men, am I right?

I strapped on the cock and made my way over to my husband as Kincaid took a seat on the sofa.

“Is this what you’ve been doing for the past few weeks, Samuel? Or should I call you by Sammie?”

Immediately, my husband looked up. His face paled, and he looked like he wanted to kill himself. Shame filled his face, tears leaking down his face like liquid mercury. “H-honey...it-it’s not—”

“Not what it seems like?” I finished for him, scoffing. “Men like you really have no use to women, so you might as well be a plaything for them. But, it’s okay; you might as well be useful and satisfy men since you can’t even satisfy me anyway. Well, we’re going to make you famous on TikTok and other platforms, baby. We’ll train you to crave men. You will learn the desire to be a cock sleeve too big cocks and have them fuck you in the ass. You’d like that, won’t you?”

Samuel shook his head at my statement. “No...I, it’s because—”

“I don’t care,” I cut him off, snarling as I looked at Shorty-D. “You mind if I punish this useless sissy?”

“By all means,” he laughed, popping out of my husband’s asshole loudly.

“No,” Samuel wept. “Let me...let me go, please.”

“Oh, shut up,” I snorted as I commanded Shorty-D to flip my stupid, useless husband onto his back. He’s still weeping, not trying to fight, and probably too tired to do it anyway as I continued. “You were enjoying this before I came. So stop ruining the mood.”

“Fuck, she’s good as a femdom,” Kincaid praised me. “Train your sissy husband to be a good fuck for us.”

Without further ado, I lowered his panties, positioned myself over my husband’s open legs, lining my strap-on cock to his arsehole, and plunged in. God, he loosened up so much already because of their fucking earlier. His asshole stretched and accommodated my strap-on without too much resistance, although there were a lot of noises as I slammed home hard. It felt so...powerful and delicious to be controlling my husband like this. Samuel was at my complete mercy in front of the whole world.

I leaned forward, pinching and twisting his man boobs before bringing my hand hard onto it. It jiggled before settling back into place before Shorty-D went to sit on his face, letting my husband eat his asshole as he shoved his thick cock between his breasts, giving it a sloppy breast job.

“I think he’s enjoying this,” I mused as I started to thrust in and out savagely as I said each word.

“N-no, I hate...I hate this,” he cried out, though his body was telling us all another story.

“What a sissy bitch,” Kincaid chuckled on the couch, pumping his thick cock that still makes my mouth water. Much to my delight, Samuel’s cock started to react as I focused on his hard-on, jacking and pumping him off in a way I knew he would like.

“You like this, don’t you?” I laughed. “I’m stimulating your prostate and your sloshing so much. You can’t help it, can you? You like being fucked in front of others, huh? You’re going to make us TikTok famous, baby. Not to mention, we can make money from this.”

As I continued to peg him, I kept running commentaries, occasionally running my hands over Shorty-D’s bulbous cockhead. Ever since I started seeing Samuel, I haven’t been fucked good in a while. It didn’t seem fair that Samuel is getting to have something so big in him every day now.

I watched as Shorty-D pulled away before shoving his thick cock down my husband’s throat. I couldn’t imagine how erotic it looked

right now. We’re spit-roasting my sissy husband, filling up his two holes while playing with his big breasts.

Suddenly, his body started to go stiff. I recognized that he’s about to come soon and on live stream for all to see as well. So, grabbing hard onto his waist, I pegged him fast and deep. Then, his eyes rolled back, and with a deep groan and audible grunt, he started to cum.

Yet, it wasn’t anything I had ever seen before. It was so violent, spurting and ejaculating hard from his rampant cock. Thick ropes of cum emerged from the head and all over his stomach. I realized moments later that Shorty-D grunted, going completely still as he spurted his semen down Samuel’s throat. My husband is crying, dry heaving in shame and disgust while I felt just the opposite.

In fact, I never felt more alive.

Satisfied, I pulled the strap on out, loving how it glistened and gleamed. I gently took it off, throwing it next to where Samuel lay. He was panting, sweating, and exhausted as Shorty-D went to wipe the remainder of his come all over his lips with a grin on his face before his eyes found mine.

I couldn’t help but smile back, knowing that this was the moment everything was going to change.

I was ready to call it a night until Kincaid called from behind me. “You want to show your sissy husband how a real man fuck, Lexi?”

Chapter Four: His new job

I saw my husband’s eyes widen like saucer plates as I turned to Kincaid. I knew that the cameras were still rolling, propped up on the table as I stared hungrily at the cock in his hands. God, it was so big that there’s no chance it wouldn’t hurt when he thrusts into me. I’ve never been dominated before, much less someone as big and cold as him that my cunt is drenched.

I mean, what’s the harm, right? My husband wouldn’t mind that I’m...making friends.

Nodding, Kincaid only chuckled, a devious glint in his eyes.

“Now, get on your knees and suck my cock in front of your husband,” he demanded. “We’re about to make you both TikTok famous. This mansion is going to be blowing up along with Shorty-D’s album dropping soon. We’re going to have a huge party, and what’s better than a sissy and his owner, right? So let me show that sissy husband of yours how a man really fucks.”

“Yes, Sir,” I couldn’t help but reply as I smiled excitedly at Samuel, making sure he was watching before turning back to Kincaid. Then, with both hands around his giant shaft, I pulled his thick cock into my mouth. God, I don’t know how Samuel does it like an amateur. I couldn’t help but stretch my lips to try accommodating his girth and fully engulf his cock.

“Fuck, when’s the last time you’ve been fucked? You’re sucking on it like you need it to live,” Shorty-D commented. “I guess your pathetic, small cock husband couldn’t satisfy you, huh? Judging from your cock getting harder, Sammie, I think you like seeing your wife finally satisfied.”

I couldn’t help but maneuver my body, loving that my husband was watching me taking another cock in my throat as tears were running down my face by the length of it. Samuel’s cock started stirring to life in seeing how obedient I am for a stranger I barely knew. I didn’t even go down on Samuel because it wasn’t even good enough to satisfy me that much.

I watched as Shorty-D went to slowly pump my Samuel’s cock. Even though he looked like he wasn’t enjoying it, his cock stilled stirred so much as he watched what I would do next. Using both hands, I worked feverishly like it was my only job in life. Saliva

trickled down my chin, making a mess on the floor as I started to dry hump the floor for relief. Samuel looked to be in a trance, watching me as I was with him. Finally, Shorty-D went to cup his breasts, suckling them as pre-cum started trickling down the small head before hissing. I could only imagine he’s still sensitive from my pegging before, and now that he’s dried, Shorty-D is rimming him with his dried fingers.

“Fuck, she sucks like a damn pro,” Kincaid hissed before grabbing my hair and twisting it to get a better of my red hair. He didn’t waste time using me for his pleasure only, and frankly, I loved every second of it. My eyes widened at how rough he was, shoving his cock at a ferocious pace and not allowing me to have time to adjust. I tried moaning in protest, but the humming only seemed to make his thick cock even harder. He thrusted his cock all the way down my throat until my nose hit his pubic hair, and tears were streaming down my face. “Fuck, yes. Grip my cock with your throat. Tell me; you ever had it in the back like your husband?”

I heard Shorty-D chuckled. “As if he even broke through her hymen by how small he is.”

I shuddered violently at the humiliation my husband was had in front of me. Not only was he watching his wife of over ten years

getting fucked while it’s streaming live but being belittled and laughed at as well. Then, of course, the cherry on top would be when I shook my head at his question, causing everyone to laugh.

“I’m going to make sure I use you in every hole next time,” he murmurs for everyone to hear.

“Mm,” I moaned loudly as she continued to suck hard on his cock. My eyes were still fixed on my husband, who was watching his stunning red-haired wife bob her head up and down a stranger’s cock like her life depended on it. He’s getting his cock and asshole played with as he watched me, shame flooding his face.

He knew this was his fault. If only he had asked and gone into more detail about what making friends meant, he wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Fuck,” Kincaid growled. “That’s it, slut, suck that cock. Next time, we’ll invite all our TikTok followers down here to get you started. Would you like that, slut?”

I’ve never been called a slut before, yet it made my core tingle and clench at those words. To be used so freely like that was so good. I’ve always been the one dominating in the bedroom, telling my cowardly husband what to do to please me. Even then, I usually couldn’t come. Yet, with them, I felt so free.

“You like fucking my cock while your husband watches?” Kincaid tainted, but before I could answer, he tightened his grip onto my hair, shoved his cock down my tight throat, and turned to Samuel. “You like seeing your wife about to open her legs for me like a slut?”

“N-no...” he trailed off, whimpering. “S-stop...”

“You say yes, but you’re turned on,” Shorty-D chimed in. “You know what happens when you lie, Sammie. So, Lexi, what do you do with liars like him?”

“I fuck him good next time,” I answered in a muffle.

“God, yes, you’re his master, but your our plaything, huh?” Kincaid questioned. Then, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and threw me onto the makeshift bed just next to my husband like I was nothing more than a ragdoll. My tits bounced before settling back into place as he grabbed my legs forcibly and spread me open.

“Now,” Kincaid continued. “Let your sissy husband see just how much you like sucking my cock.”

He spread my legs open and both men groaned to see how much of a mess my pussy was. It’s glistening under the light, my slickness and juices running down my inner thighs. My eyes found

Samiel right away. My eyes locked onto his hard, small cock before Kincaid was on top of me again, slowly sliding his meaty cock into my sopping wet pussy.

My eyes widened, and I made eye contact with my husband again, my heart beating so fast. It was wrong, yet it was the hottest thing I’ve ever had felt—much like when I was pegging my crying husband that was humiliated and shamed. I took another man’s cock while my husband could do nothing else because he’s a coward.

He wouldn’t do it because he never knew how to be a man, only a tiny puppy that followed orders.

I watched with lust-filled eyes as Shorty-D pushed my husband down onto his knee and arm before slamming into him. His eyes widened; his mouth parted in a silent scream. At the same time and without warning, Kincaid rammed hard into me as well.

I cried out in surprise, pain, and pleasure.

He’s big, and even though I was so wet, it still didn’t help me adjust to his girth or length. He’s stretching me out so that I’m going to be sloppy and loose for my husband next time. No one but their big, black cocks would be able to satisfy me at this point.

“Oh my God,” I screamed, surprising the men in the room. I knew from the surprised look on Samuel’s face; it was because he knew I had never cried out like that just from being penetrated.

“You like that?” Kincaid asked, a smirk on his face as he tweaked my puffy, puckered nipples. I couldn’t do anything but nod at his question, earning a rewarding slap on her breasts. It bounced, causing men to draw their attention to me. Kincaid and Shorty-D chuckled.

Shorty-D spanked Samuel hard on the ass to mock him. “How does it feel to know my bodyguard can make your wife scream like that before he even does anything? How would it feel to make you our slut like you, Sammie?”

“N-no, please,” Samuel answered, though everyone could make out the disgust and mortification dripping in his voice.

Shorty-D ignored his comment, as I was enjoying it while he grinned up at him. “How does she feel?”

Kincaid decided he needed to know the answer himself by experiencing it. He turned back to me without answering, who was now panting like a dog in the heat. Instead, he made sure that I knew who was the one giving me pleasure. It wasn’t my sissy husband who was getting pounded from the backdoor.

With a cheeky smile, Kincaid slid inch by inch into me again after pulling out.

I instantly let out a loud moan as Kincaid slid all twelve inches into my pussy. I felt like I hadn’t been fucked in years, and the bed beneath us began to creak and rock back and forth with every thrust. My hunger to be fucked by this stranger was growing more and more until I was screaming. But all I could focus on was the hard cock that was driving into me like I was a fucktoy.

The intensity of my orgasm began to build.

My screams echoed around the mansion as I opened my legs, accepting this huge cock with a delirious like smile. My husband watched the bull being balls deep in his wife while I was screaming for more without a care in the world.

Without even realizing it, I tightened my grip around Kincaid’s waist with my legs. Then, I began to thrust upward, my slick pussy meeting his dick with more intensity after each thrust while my husband watched, panting and groaning while he was getting taken.

His cock leaked pre-cum pathetically onto the floor as Shorty-D took his hand and pulled hard.

My head spun in pleasure, my stomach fluttering at just how exciting this whole situation was.

“Fuck, your wife feels so tight, milking me as she needs it more than air,” Kincaid groaned through gritted teeth, continuing to piston madly in and out of my pussy. He leaned and licked my neck, sucking hard to leave hickeys to mark me. To show my husband that another man claimed me in another way for the world to see as I continued to moan out Kincaid’s name. “Does your husband fuck you like this?”

Was that even a question?

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned and shook my head. “No, of course not; how could...could he?”

“Am I fucking you better than him?” he asked very clearly and dominantly.

“Yes,” I moaned through a squeal, not trying to hide how much I was enjoying this. I was being fucked so ruthlessly that I was sure the whole Hampton could hear us. But, frankly, I didn’t care because it was me wanting this. “Yes, so good.”

“Tell him,” Shorty-D commanded.

I opened her eye, my vision a bit blurry. My warm, wet pussy fluttered as I came closer and closer to coming. I turned her head, and my eyes fixated on Samuel. He stared back, his mouth opened in a gape that I know he’s close. I couldn’t believe he was enjoying this as much as I am. “Baby, a stranger is fucking me so good. Better than you in ten years. He’s fucking your wife so good; I’m about to lose my mind over this thick, black cock. We have to do this again; you have to be their sissy plaything. Even if...even if you say no, I won’t let you.”

“H-honey,” Samuel whimpered out, his voice hoarse. He closed his eyes as shame coursed through his body as everyone laughed. I knew I shouldn’t say more but seeing my husband like this only turned me on even more. I love my husband, but I loved hurting him as well—to have that power.

I couldn’t help but continue. “Yes, I’ve never been fucked this good before. I...oh fuck, baby. He’s so much bigger than you. It feels so good; he makes my pussy leak so good. My pussy is going to be so loose now that only their cocks can satisfy me.”

With my hands now hooking onto the back of my legs, I could feel myself tightening up more around his large cock. I braced for each of his forceful thrusts as I looked over at her husband. I needed

him to see how much I loved this so that we could continue this next time.

I am making friends with others.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Kincaid grunted, gripping my jaw to force me to look back at him.

“My husband’s,” I answered automatically after ten years of being with him.

“Wrong another, baby.” He slowed down his thrusting with a growl till it was so unhurried; it was almost painful for me who was about to come before. I tried to meet his trust only to have Kincaid restrain my hands over my head with a wicked grin. His free hand kneaded and played with my busty rake. I had no choice but to take it all as I twisted my nipples until they were in pain. “Now, who does your body and pussy belong for me to use as I please?”

“You,” I panted out.

“What was that?” he teased. “I can’t hear you. Do you know what that means? That your husband can’t hear it either. I’ll ask you again, who does your little slutty cunt belong to?”

“You, it belongs to you,” I breathed out. I could feel my pussy clamping hard onto him as I looked over at my husband briefly. He already seemed to have come by the thick whiteness puddling onto the floor. The same went with Shorty-D, who was now looking at us with a smile on his face. Even though my husband could have saved me, he stayed still. Nothing held him back but himself as he kept watching me. He didn’t even try to stop me from getting fucked by another man. No, he just cried and wept the whole time without a car in the world.

How pathetic is that?

“Good girl,” Kincaid groaned. “You are mine. Now repeat it. Who’s does this slut belong to?”

“You,” I moaned. “Shorty-D’s and Kincaid plaything.”

“Not your sissy husband will touch you without our permission. Who am I to you?”

“My master,” I whimpered, completely forgetting everything else but this big black cock hitting my cervix. I became drunk on lust that it didn’t even matter anymore that I’m about to have the most intense orgasm in my life. I bucked against him, trying to reach him halfway through his maddening thrusts. “My master to use and fuck all night if he wants.”

“You finally understand your place, haven’t you? It’s the same as little Sammie over there,” Kincaid placed one hand over my neck and squeezed. It wasn’t enough to cut off air circulation but enough to know who was in charge. To my utter surprise, my tight channel squeezed him even harder at the power dynamic. “Now come for me like a good little slut.”

At that, he strokes the sensitive bundle of nerves in the frontal wall of my pussy that made me scream as the orgasm hits me blindly. She’s clutching onto the edge of my bed as I continue to ride through the wave that was my orgasm.

Kincaid pushed hard, pumping into me twice more than pulled out of my tight heat. I cried out at the loss as he jerked his thick cock that was slick with my juices in his hand. He spurted his cum with a loud groan all over my breasts and face.

Then, he ran his hands through the mess he had made all over my breast, sliding it all over my giant tits and stomach, marking me as his claim. He then does the same to my face. It was the hottest thing ever as he pulled me up by the hair and stuck two cum covered fingers into my mouth.

Because I’m greedy, I groaned and sucked his fingers clean.

The message was clear for who I belonged to at that moment—no, from now on.

I was this mansion’s slut along with my sissy husband, and I loved the title.