When I returned from work one evening I entered the lounge and found mywife and Mistress of two years sat on the sofa between two men. The top buttons of her blouse were undone so as to reveal a rather indecent proportion of her ample bosom, similarly her crossed legs caused her mini-shirt to hitch-up around her thighs and from where I was standing herpussy was clearly visible.

    “Oh Honey, I’m glad to see you’re home cause I’d like you to meet two friends of mine.”She affectionately placed her hand on the thigh of the young man to her right and introduced him as Michael. Michael looked to be in his early twenties and about four years my junior, he wore a basketball vest, shorts and Nike’s which when coupled with his tall toned body suggested he was akeen sportsman. After I had greeted Michael’s glance with a nod, which caused a broad knowing smile to spread across his face, Mistress introduced the other gentleman as Bill, an older man in his mid-late thirties with an altogether more unkempt look about him. He was shorter than Michael, but Ijudged he would still tower above my 5’11”, his shoulders were broad and his biceps appeared impossibly large. Although his head was shaved smooth he had a moustache and his thick matted chest hair crept out of the top of his T-shirt. My wife continued:  “These men are just two of many who I have fucked during the past two years Hun and they know that you’ve never ever fucked me. I told them that your prick was too small to deserve a woman, but they just wouldn’t believe that a prick so small could exist – so I want you to show’em!”

    Until being forced into this unconventional marriage with Julie I hadn’t ever heard any significant complaint that my cock was too small. But my toned effeminate frame and 5½ dick were an endless source of amusement to Mistress. Without question, I knew better than to disobey her, I began to remove my suit and tie and when I revealed my panties, which were intended to be worn by teenage girls and where decorated with a cute ‘ForeverFriends’ motif both men smiled: Michael couldn’t contain his laughter and Bill called me a “White prissy-slut”.

   “Now isn’t that just the smallest you’ve ever seen!” The men nodded inagreement, “It’s so small I don’t honor it with the term penis but instead call it ‘her clitty!” said Mistress. “Right, get that pussy of yours over here Slut and tell these kind gentlemen why they must fuck me.”

    I dropped to my kneels and crawled to their feet and said: “Please fuck my wife as I’m too inadequate to ever satisfy a woman.”

    “Well done Prissy, carry on, and this time kiss their feet!”

    I obliged, licking Michael’s trainers and kissing Bill’s dirty work bootswhich tasted of polish and stale piss, whilst exclaiming how “Big black men with proper dicks must fuck my beautiful white wife because I’m too inferior.”

    Mistress then fitted me with a cock ring, taped my mouth shut around apair of her rancid stained panties and tied my hands behind my back with coarse rope and told me to sit on a stool in the corner before her and her lovers playfully undressed. My wife revealed her stunning tColletted body that curved in all the right places, her long athletic legs stretched up towards hercarefully trimmed pussy and pert ass, her long light hair encased hershoulders and her breasts fell heavily from her bra. In response to this fantastic sight my cock strained painfully against its confined. A rather less pleasing sight was Michael, his shaved ball sack heavy with juice and semi-hard cock already protruding a good seven inches from beneath hissmooth muscular belly as he fell to the sofa with my wife before their engaged in a long deep kiss. Bill indulged no such trivialities, but instead took his place behind Julie, kicking her legs apart and lifting her ass high in the air before plugging all fourteen inches of his uncut manmeat into her pussy with one thrust. The ensuing scream was muffled as Michael forced her open mouth down onto his cock.

    Bill fucked her pussy for an eternity, the room pungent with his odoras his hairy body dripped with sweet whist his balls slapped incriminatingly against my wife’s thighs. Whilst they fucked her, in every way, the menwould often pause to ask me what is was like to see my wife fucked like this, knowing that I could never do it. Throughout the ordeal I sobbed against my gag: my tears dripping from my face onto my purple swollen penisthat strained in a futile demand for attention. After what seemed an age and when both Michael and Bill had emptied at least one load into each of Julie’s orifices the men withdrew revealing Mistress in all her post-sexspender. She lay back on the sticky sofa, damp with an intoxicating mix of juices, her pussy and ass dripping with cream which also lined her thighs with a silky film. Similarly the remainder of their cum she had failed toconsume dribbled from the corners of her mouth and nose down on to her tits, themselves damp with perspiration.

    As I tried to comprehend the horror of the sight before me Mistress said in an exhausted tone:  “Come on slut…don’t just sit there…get that pussy of yours over here and clean me up.”

    Despite the fact that whenever I was given the permission to ejaculate, which was rare, I had to consume the stuff. This in itself was truly disgusting especially when Mistress made me spray on my food, a dildo or the toilet seat, but the very though of consuming someone else’s cum  absolutely abhorred me, particularly when there was so much of the stuff. Bill sat down, apparently looking forward to watching the show, and Michael joined him after mercilessly ripping the tape from my face so that I couldspit the panties from my mouth.

    When I had stumbled over to Mistress she cupped my head in herhands and pulled me to my feet before forcing my face to hers and kissing me deeply. This was a rare privilege however I soon overcame my jubilation as she transferred a large quantity of a warm salty liquid from her mouth to mine.To my horror I realized that the familiar liquid was cum: my initialreaction was to spit it out, but before I could think of a more acceptable alternative, Mistress placed one hand on top of my head and the other beneath my chin thus preventing me from opening my mouth and told me: “Now don’t look like that Prissy” as my face must have been contorted with distaste “A good little girly must appreciate such fine man-juice and swallow it all down.”

    I had no choice, so I reluctantly swallowed. Next I had to lick the cold dried cream from Mistress’ tits, this tasks was more pleasurable as I felt honored to lick Mistress in this way and it was easier to forget what the strange varnish I was removing actually was. In response my cock onceagain fought against its confined, something which Michael noticed and commented on:  “My, my I think this white boy prissy is actually turned on by this, the sick pig.”

    The remaining task was altogether less enjoyable. I was instructed to lieon my back on the floor, a difficult and uncomfortable affair considering my hands remained locked behind my back, whilst Mistress squatted above me – her open pussy and asshole still full of cum. I was told to open wide and she proceeded to squeeze a trail of white goo from her ass into mymouth, in response I instinctively gagged, much to the amusement of my audience. Once the stream dried Mistress turned and sat on my chest,locking my face between her athletic legs and grabbing my hair so as the force my face into her pussy. My muffled alarm, once again caused a snigger and sighs of “pathetic” and “cumslut” from Michael and Bill. I spent ages with my nose imbedded in my wife’s pubes whilst my tongue search diligently inside her for every last drop of man juice. Soon Mistressmoved forward, sitting squarely on my face forcing my nose into herasshole, struggling for breath I must have past out.

    Despite these various humiliations the worst was still to, quite literally,come. I woke to the clatter of knifes and forks and the clink of wineglasses, it appeared that my wife and her lovers where enjoying a hearty meal washed down with the fine champagne I purchased for Mistress.

    The smell of food was enticing and as the clock struck eleven I guessed Ihadn’t eaten or drunk anything but cum for ten hours. My musing whereinterrupted by the somewhat slurred voice of Mistress: “Oh look it appears the selfish little slut has woken from her slumber –no doubt drunk on man juice!”

    Crude laughter ensued before Mistress reached towards me and dragged me to my knees by my hair before spitting squarely in my face. I was led to herbathroom and made to shower and shave. This didn’t just mean in theconventional male sense but I actually had to shave my body as well – a relatively recent humiliation that prevented me from competing in sports, I didn’t really mind as I now only had one objective in life: that of servingMistress. Whilst performing my toiletries I fearfully contemplated what was to follow and was worried as Mistress knew no boundaries when she was drunk. When I humbly presented myself, clean and shaven, before her I wasmet by the angry: “I thought I told you to shave slut fuck? HUH DIDN’T I?”

    I merely looked perplexed, staring down at what I considered a perfectly smooth body. But still Mistress continued: “Come here now slave, when we’ve got more time you’ll regret ever disobeying me.”

    Grabbing my genitals she pulled me back to the bathroom, slammed the lid ofthe toilet down and sat, forcing my head between my legs as she did so. I then head the electrical buzz of a shaver as Mistress began to shave my head, stunned and frightened my mind went into overdrive: what was she thinking? Everybody would see me like thus? I wasn’t even sure if it was against the dress code of the firm where I worked.

    Once properly shaven I was led back to the bedroom before being dressedin full sissy regalia including stockings, panties, mini-skirt, flowered blouse and heels. Mistress then expertly completed my make-up and securely taped a blond wig to my naked scalp. I’d always been pretty as opposed to handsome but nevertheless the transformation was disgustingly realistic and I shunned from looking at myself fully in the mirror. Mistress then liftedmy skirt, which barely covered my panty-clad ass, to attach a cock lead before dragging me by it back to the lounge. On entrance I was greeted by sarcastic wolf-whistles from Michael and Bill before the latter utteredunder his breath: “Jesus, he really does look like a slut of a woman.”

    I stood blushing like a “pretty girl” looking at the floor until I yelped as Mistress gave the cock lead a jerk; “Look-up Sally, oh Yes! Doesn’t Sally fit well, Sam to Sally! How nice.”

    She congratulated herself on finding me a new name whilst the men laughed. “Now there’s going to be a bit of a dejá vous for you now Sally, its justI don’t think you’ll be able to cope with dearest William yet so we’re going to change it round a bit.”

    I didn’t understand so I just smiled kinda nervously at Mistress.

    “Oh, doesn’t little Sal understand? How about this: GET YOU FUCKING PUSSY OVER THERE AND SUCK BILL’S COCK NOW, get it slut?” Fearful, I scurried across the room to the sofa, stumbling on my heels inmy haste, before falling to my knees between Bill’s legs. I looked up at him, pushing my blond hair away from my eyes, but was only met by a cold smile and the words: “Now suck it white bitch before Papa gets angry.”

    I reached out in front of me and began to loosen the fly of Bill’s worn and dirty 501s. As I pulled them down his thighs I saw his snake like penisspring form his boxers, its shaft straining high in the air above my face whilst his foreskin rolled back against his swollen helmet that leaked clear precum. At the base of his cock his huge testicles were engulfed by a mass of thick curly black hair that appeared silken with sweet and precum. Tentatively I shut my eyes and stretched my tongue out until it made contact with his ball sack, slowly I moved my tongue up his shaft until Bill firmly gripped my head and said: “This white bitch needs to be taught how to suck black cock, now open your mouth and get ready to suck hard.”

    I did so and Bill forced my head down on his cock, which was as thick as my wrist, causing my mouth and jaw to stretch to their maximum. I tried toform a vacuuming action as his cock pumped in and out of my head, bouncing off the back of my throat but as I drew in breath through my nose I was overwhelmed by the stench of man crotch.

    As I tried to suck without vomiting I felt Michael’s hands on my waist, lifting my ass high into the ass. Then his fingers roughly pulled my skirt and knickers down around my knees, next I heard him drag his phlegm tothe back of his throat before spitting it onto his hand and presumably lubricating is vein knotted penis. When I felt his helmet push against my sphincter I moaned with pain into Bill’s cock and Mistress, who was masturbating whilst she enjoyed my predicament, said: “That’s a good girly, moaning like a real slut!” and she gave a playfullysharp tug on my cock led.

    After perhaps twenty minutes of this bombardment Bill withdrew his cockfrom my mouth and began whipping my face with it, whilst Michael thrust his cock in and out of my ‘pussy’ with ever greater urgency. Mistress told me to open my mouth and beg for Bill’s load, I began:  “Oh please glaze my pretty face with your black man milk, please fill my mouth with your juicy load…”

    Before long Bill, unfortunately for me, obliged by shooting an impossiblylarge quantity of cum all over my face, hair, blouse and into my openmouth. I did my best to swallow the filthy slime but there was just too much. Simultaneously I heard Michael groan and felt and damp warm sensation in my ass, he continued to shoot the remainder of his load over my ass cheeks and up my back.

    I lay exhausted in a pool of my own sweet and juices: despite the cockring and lead I had nevertheless ejaculated. After once again thanking Michael and Bill for their service I was allowed the honor of sleeping at the foot of Mistress’ bed in order to contemplate the greatest humiliation of mylife as a submissive, so far.