TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c JULY 2005 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

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All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely 
Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(Cuckold, M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, Some MDom)

WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY.  DO NOT READ 
THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE 
READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE 
GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, 
PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, 
SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND 
OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE


The Mysterious Mr. Kent
Author: C.D.E.

CAST:

Conrad - Husband
Cindy - Conrad's Wife
Camellia - Their 24 year old Daughter
Clay - Camellia's Boyfriend
Granny Constance - Cindy's 79 Year old mother


	My name is Conrad.  This is my story.  I felt 
compelled to write it in view of all I've gone through in 
the last year or so..

My wife Cindy and I am an early 50ish couple who 
married young.  We have a daughter, Camellia, who is 24 and 
is in her last year of college.  Cindy's mother - we 
affectionately call her Granny Constance - also lives with 
us.

	We were a typical middle class family until a man 
named Mr. Kent entered our lives.  You see, he's my wife's 
new boss.

	Strange things started to happen shortly after my wife 
took a new job, which included a substantial raise.  Within 
a month after she started at this new company, I began to 
detect a different manner about her.  She was spending far 
more time at the office than ever before.  Not only being 
late for dinner, but also many weekends too, just coming 
home to sleep and change for the next day.

	Cindy also didn't seem to have time for me sexually 
either, and when we did have sex, she insisted on my 
performing oral sex on her and then I would often only get 
a hand job in return.

	I decided to confront my wife and put my foot down 
about her being consumed by this new job and the unreal 
demands her new boss were placing on her.  His name was 
Mr. Kent.  That's all she ever referred to him as and she 
said everyone only called him that.

	"Cindy, you've been devoting way too much time to your 
new job and have been totally neglecting Camellia, your 
mom, and I." I said to my wife one rare evening she came in 
before 10 PM.

	"Conrad, I don't know that I have been neglectful, 
just not spending as much time with you all as before.  
But, you're right, my new job is so exciting.  It just 
seems to captivate me.  Mr. Kent says that I'm truly doing 
a fine job for the company and realizes that it will impact 
my family life.  But he feels that you and Camellia are 
getting along reasonably well with my current schedule.  
After all she's 24 darling, and you can fend for yourself 
in the kitchen when you need to."

	"H-He feels!  What does that mean?"

	"Simply that he knows about what goes on in our 
household.  I talk to him about those things."

	"Have you told him about how bad our sex life is since 
you took this job?"

	"Oh honey, he said you'd probably bring that up."

	"Y-You talked to him a-about o-o-our..."

	"Yes darling, he knows that I haven't been putting out 
for you like I use to.  In fact, he told me that I should 
report to him if you decided to complain that the hand jobs 
I've been giving you weren't enough to satisfy you."

	"W-What!  H-He knew a-about..."

	"Yes he does dear.  In fact it by his directions that 
I've been denying you intercourse and have only been 
beating your meat for you."

	"W-What!  C-Cindy, do y-you realize w-what you're 
saying?"

	"Mr. Kent told me this day would come, but I guess I 
was hoping it wouldn't, at least not this soon.   Conrad, 
the truth is that Mr. Kent and I have been having sex.  Not 
only that, but I've been having sex with other business men 
for him."

	"Y-You... I-I c-can't believe w-what you're saying 
Cindy.  H-He's made y-you a-a whore!"

	"Well, I guess some might call me that, but Mr. Kent 
refers to me as his agent.  And another thing honey, I 
guess it's only fair to tell you this.  You know that 
different taste you noticed and seem to like when you've 
been eating my pussy lately?  Well it's not because of a 
new douche I've been using, it's remnants of other men's 
cum you've been tasting."

	"W-What!  H-How c-could you b-be so-so low to-to do 
that to me."

	"It was Mr. Kent's idea.  But I have to tell you dear, 
it did thrill me to know that you were sucking out other 
men's spend from my pussy, while I only allowed you hand 
jobs."

	"B-Cindy! W-What? H-How c-could you do..."

	"BUZZZZZZZZ!"

	"Excuse me dear.  That's my cell.  Oh it's Mr. Kent."  
My wife said after looking at her phone display.  She left 
the room where we were talking.  I was livid at all that 
had been told me.  I really wanted to give her boss a piece 
of my mind for ruining my marriage and now, my wife.  I 
still was having a hard time believing this was the same 
woman that I knew as my wife.

	"Dear, I told Mr. Kent about our conversation and he's 
on his way over.  He should be here in 15 minutes."  My 
wife said upon returning.

	"I-I don't feel h-he should be involved in o-our 
intimate affairs.  I-I need some more answers from you a-as 
to why you've changed.  C-Call him back a-and tell..."

	"No dear, I want him here.  As long as I'm your wife, 
he's a part of this marriage too.  Now as to me changing, 
yes I have.  Honey, I'm getting so much good sex now, I 
just can't go back to the way it use to be.  The variety of 
men I go to bed with now is so exciting.  Plus, and I don't 
mean to hurt your feelings, but they all have had bigger 
cocks than yours and are better at using them too."

	"I-I can't believe y-you're telling me this.  H-How in 
t-the world d-did Kent t-talk you into..."

	"Believe it dear.  Now as to how I was talked into 
being promiscuous for Mr. Kent?  Well honey, he's so 
delightful and witty and charming, not to mention 
persuasive.  You'll see after talking with him.  He got me 
to see that I could perform a service for him, the company 
and other men who needed a strange piece on the side.  Mr. 
Kent, would include my pussy in his deals and that would 
often be a nice perk for to help cinch the deal with the 
other business man."

	"A-And y-you like b-being a-a business deal whore?"

	"I don't mind you calling me a whore darling.  It 
sounds different and exciting when Mr. Kent calls me one. 
But I detect bitterness in your voice Conrad.  Mr. Kent 
convinced me that you as my husband, should be happy and 
proud that other men are attracted to me and see me as 
valuable enough to pay for me in the way they have in their 
negotiations with Mr. Kent.  Mr. Kent said that once you 
understood that better, you should be more than willing to 
sacrifice as you have and be totally comfortable with my 
occasional hand jobs and sucking my world class, and well 
used pussy."

	"Oh, I-I can't believe y-you're saying things like 
this to-to me.  J-Just how m-many different m-men have you 
b-been with since taking this job 6 months ago?"

	"Oh, lets see.  Besides Mr. Kent, I'd say about a 
100."

	"W-What!  C-C-Cindy, y-you're nothing b-but a tramp! 
H-How can I-I be proud of you?"

	Just then, the door opened and in walked a tall well-
built and well-dressed black man.  I was startled by his 
sudden presence.

	"W-Who are you?  H-How did you get in?"

	"It's okay Conrad darling.  This is Mr. Kent.  He said 
he should have a key to our house and I gave him one.  He 
plans to be coming over more frequently."

	"W-What the hell is going on here!  Y-You'd give a 
perfect stranger a-and a black man a key to our house?"

	"Conrad, there is no need to shout or be vulgar or 
racist.  I can understand your duress.  Here let's get off 
on a good footing.  My name is Mr. Kent."  The tall 
handsome Mr. Kent said as he stretched out his hand to me.

	I wanted to refuse him as I thought of the audacity 
and total disregard of morals this man must have.  And now 
he wants to shake my hand after making my wife his whore - 
literally?  

But yet, there was something in his eyes and demeanor 
that persuaded me to accommodate his request.  I put my 
hand out.  He grasped it and gave me a painful shake.  His 
grip was very strong.  I even let out a small "ouch".  
Which I later believed was my first signal to him that he 
was a better man than I.

	Since I'm only 5'6" and he was well over 6 feet, and 
much better built than I was, I quickly felt even more 
intimidated by him.

 	What happened next really intimidated and affected me.  
He embraced my wife and gave her a very passionate, but 
short kiss.  She returned the passion and even closed her 
eyes.  They sat side by side across from me in the love 
seat.  The shock of seeing my wife of so may years acting 
this way with another man subdued the anger in me and 
signaled to me that I probably have lost her.

	"Now Conrad, I'm a business man and I like to get 
straight to the point. I gather that you're upset and not 
pleased that I have persuaded your lovely wife to become a 
my personal slut as well as one of my company whores."

	"W-What!  Y-You have others?"

	"Yes Conrad, I do.  Cindy knows that she is part of an 
elite department in the company.  That's why I'm hoping 
that you see her role and position as one that makes you 
proud of her, for all the good she is doing for the company 
and the men that demand her and need her to soothe their 
throbbing dicks."

	"W-Why the nerve of you talking to-to me like that!  
A-And in my house."  I blurted out angrily.

	"Now Conrad, there is no need to get upset. Let's try 
to remain civil here.  As I see it, you should be excited 
that your wife's charms are so much in demand, and that I 
have afforded her the opportunity to spread her legs for so 
many to stuff her cunt with their aroused dicks, and of 
course to fill it with their cum."

	"Y-You're the one not being civil!  You can't b-be 
serious.  H-How could I-I ever be p-proud of a wife that's 
nothing b-but a whore."

	"Conrad, your wife has had better sex in the last 6 
months than in over 25 years of marriage to you.  That has 
to be important to you, since you love her.  And because 
you love her, you have to be happy that she's getting what 
pleases and satisfies her."

	"W-Well y-yes I-I love her, b-but t-this is a-all 
wrong a-and out of whack.  I-I love h-her as a w-wife,
n-not as y-your w-whore."

	"Conrad, lets not get tangled up in the nature of 
words.  They are only what society uses to impart 
descriptions to actions, deeds, places or objects.  To the 
men who get off in her, when they need a piece of ass, they 
see her as an angel.  However, in order for you to see 
things from her perspective, you just need an adjustment in 
your thinking and attitude.  Yes, I think that's all it'll 
take."

	"Adjustment?  Attitude? What are you talking about?"

	"Conrad, did you like sucking cocks when you were in 
the Navy?"

	"W-What!  W-What in t-the hell are you talking about?"

	"You don't remember those lonely nights at sea where 
you were willing cocksucker for Petty Officers Keaton and 
Foster?"

	"Oh Conrad, were you a cocksucker in the Navy?  You 
never told me that."  My wife said with a gleeful broad 
smiling smirk."  

	"I-I-I don't know w-what h-h-he's talking a-about. 
H-He has me mixed u-up w-with someone else."

	"Oh honey, you're a terrible liar.  I can see it in 
your face.  You have sucked dicks before. You naughty 
little sissy."  My wife interjected, now smiling broadly. 

	"I-I-I d-don't h-have a-a clue a-as..." I stammered 
and stumbled as I tried to get my words out, however
Mr. Kent cut me off.

	"Conrad, why don't you and I go somewhere we can talk 
more about this in private."

	"Why not in the den right over here, Mr. Kent?"  My 
wife suggested.

	 "Excellent!  You first Conrad."  Mr. Kent said as I 
stood up.  I was horrified that he, of all men had found 
out about something that I never wanted to, or knew would 
surface again.

	"By the way Cindy, why don't you go up and turn back 
the bed for us, I'm staying for the night."

	"Oh goodie!  Yes darling I will."  My wife said 
cheerfully with the tone and gleefulness of a little child. 

	Hearing Mr. Kent's words to her also made me feel even 
more dejected, because if what I suspected he had on me, 
there was not much of a fight I could put up to stop his 
home and bed invasion.

	In the den, he revealed all his cards.  My fears were 
well founded, some of my old Petty Officers had talked.  
They were the ones who'd coerced me into sucking their 
cocks.  It was Keaton's fault for coercing and intimidating 
me into doing him.  If it hadn't been for him, I never 
would've found out that it wasn't that disgusting to suck 
dicks and to taste and have fresh hot sperm ejaculating and 
spewing all over and coating my tongue, gums, and the 
inside of my mouth.

	Keaton, kept me as his private cocksucker at sea, but 
once we got in dock, he began to share me with Chief Petty 
Officer Foster.  The two began to use me a sandwich.  They 
frequently had me at the same time, as they plummeted my 
mouth and ass simultaneously.  Yes, I was embarrassed to be 
their sex toy as they used me, but the memory of having 
been their receptacle and having helped satisfied their 
lust seemed to have made it all worthwhile.

I was so puzzled by this.  However, each time their 
dicks got hard again and they came back for more of me, I 
had no will to resist them. 

	They knew their blackmail, intimidation and coercion 
was complete. And they also seemed to know that what they 
were doing to me wasn't totally unpleasant to me also, even 
if I was embarrassed and humiliated by being their ladyboy.

They knew I'd do whatever they told me to do, because 
I was afraid of my secret coming out.  I was glad that 
Mr. Kent didn't know about two other Petty Officers, that 
Keaton had passed me off to, shortly before I left the 
Navy. They were black and gave me my first taste of large 
black dicks.

	However, Mr. Kent had enough information to cow me and 
take all the wind out of my sail, that is as far as me 
showing anger at him for what he had done and was doing to 
my wife.  However, I was still angry, but I couldn't do 
anything about, especially when he let me know that he was 
the blackmailer now, after hearing my story about my past.

	He and I talked for quite a while.  My wife was right, 
he's smooth and quite a negotiator.  He has a hypnotic way 
about him.  It seems that you just have to listen when he 
talks.  He even made me feel guilty that I didn't agree 
with him earlier about me being proud that he'd made my 
wife a slut and whore.

	In his calm deliberate way, he got me to see, and 
agree with him, that I was a much lesser man than the men 
my wife was now exposed to on a regular basis.

	"And now that it's clear you were a cocksucker before, 
that is just further evidence that your wife should not 
respect you as much as the other men in her life.  You see 
my point?"

	I-I just nodded my head in agreement as I looked at 
the floor as Mr. Kent stood over me where I was sitting.

	"But you do love your wife. Right?"

	"Y-Yes, v-very much." I replied softly and meekly in 
response to his very masculine voice.  I was now more 
intimidated than at any other time.

	"And she loves you too very much Conrad.  I'm very 
certain that she'll love you just as much, maybe even more 
if you went back to being a cocksucker and enjoying dicks 
as when you were coerced into doing so when you were 
younger."

	I found myself pleading with him not to make me 
embarrass and humiliate myself like that again.  But 
apparently, that's not what he wanted to hear from me.  
Instead, he went on to tell me that by me resuming being a 
cocksucker, it would fill that something that he knew was 
missing in my life.

	"Conrad, I know you'll not willingly admit it, but if 
you didn't get some pleasure out of letting other men dick 
you so often, you would've protested more.  No Conrad, my 
bet is that you discovered you had an affinity for hard 
cocks and hot cum. And in addition Conrad, since Cindy will 
be busy with her work for me, you'll have more free time to 
suck the dicks of men who could benefit from your mouth 
being available for their use.  Having said that, I'd like 
to get a long-term lease on you, and sublet your mouth as 
needed, for men to use as a surrogate pussy and to 
ejaculate in.  Does that interest you?"

	I looked at Mr. Kent.  I was dumfounded at the way he 
expressed his offer.  After he talked on further, as well 
as explained the benefits of such an arrangement, he had me 
agreeing to basically become a cocksucking whore for him. 

As if in a trance, I signed an agreement of intent to 
do as he offered.  I was even more puzzled how he just 
happened to have the document already prepared and in his 
pocket.

 He went on to tell me that in the fine print, which I 
didn't read, was that the agreement also included the offer 
for him to unilaterally execute an option to sublet my ass 
as part of the deal.  "Who knows, we both don't want to 
miss any business opportunities that could come from 
letting men have intercourse with you one day."

	Even though this man had disgraced and totally 
humiliated me, and I was less of a man than when I first 
met him, he still made me feel like somebody important. He 
had that knack.

	When my wife returned to the den later, I was on my 
knees with Mr. Kent's large black dick firmly in my white 
mouth and was swallowing the last spurt of his creamy, 
rich, and very abundant load of hot cum.

	Mr. Kent's pants were down around his ankles and I had 
full access to his open and hairy crotch.  I was also 
holding his sizable ebony nut sac, which was too much for 
one of my small hands.

	"Cindy, your husband and I have reached a very 
amenable agreement.  And as you can see, he not only wants 
to resume sucking cocks, but he also desires to enter into 
a long term business arrangement with me, such that I'll be 
renting him out for that purpose.  In addition, he hopes 
that you'll still want him to remain as his husband, even 
though you may not respect him as a man again."  Mr. Kent 
spoke, as I continued keeling and milking his handsome 
shapely dick and caressing his heavy balls.

	I didn't know what else to do under the circumstances.  
And Mr. Kent had me believe that I should be doing exactly 
what I was doing.  I still to this day, don't know why I 
did what he demanded of me.  I believe he had me in a 
trance.

	Even if I was in a trance, I was still very much  
ashamed of having my wife see me in the position I was in. 
And I was also surprised that he was right about my wife. 
She was very delighted in seeing me the way I was.

	We three talked a bit longer after Mr. Kent and I had 
both composed ourselves.  My wife had assured me that she 
still wanted to remain my wife and me as her husband, 
despite the changes that would be taking place in our 
marriage and household. 

 She was so pleased that I now admitted to her that I 
was proud that she had so many different men desiring her, 
and her pussy and that she was a whore.

	"And Conrad, it's good to know that since I won't have 
a lot of time for you, you'll have a new pursuit to keep 
you occupied and happy.  I just know you're going to make a 
lot of men happy with your mouth around their dicks."  My 
wife said as she sat on the couch next to Mr. Kent.

	"That he will, I can attest to that.  He sucked my 
dick quite well tonight Cindy.  I'm sure we can find him 
plenty of clients. Also, Conrad, it's time we soften your 
name a bit too.  We'll be calling you Connie from now.  
Okay?"

	"W-Well, I-I don't..."

	"Remember dear, now that you're a cocksucker, your 
image has changed.  Okay?"  Spoke my wife.  I knew she did 
what she did because she knew I hated being called by the 
feminine derivative of my name.  But alas, I had to agree 
with her, things had changed and I was now given a more 
effeminate image.

	"Y-Yes, y-you're correct of course.  C-C-Connie is 
fine."  I replied softly as I hung my head and accepted my 
obviously more subjugated position to her in the household.
	
	"And another thing Connie, I think you should take on 
more responsibility for your sexual relief.  So instead of 
Cindy giving you hand jobs all the time, I think it would 
be a good idea for you to jack off instead of bothering her 
to do that for you.  But, as far as sex, you are to always 
be available to suck her pussy when she comes in from 
having sex with other men or clients."

	Knowing I  was pussy whipped, I submissively agreed to 
all the terms and condition Mr. Kent, and my wife, placed 
upon me in my new role as a cocksucker husband.

	As they were leaving on their way to the master 
bedroom, where Mr. Kent would be spending the night with my 
wife, I asked them about our daughter understanding the 
changes that would be taking place in our household.

	"Honey, you have nothing to worry about, it'll be 
easier than you think.  She'll adapt quicker than you might 
think."  My wife said in a cavalier manner and the two of 
them kept walking and chuckling.

CHAPTER 2

	My wife was right about our daughter Camellia.  She 
adapted to the change in our marriage so easily, because 
she had known of her mother's true activities long before I 
did.  In addition, my daughter was a part time whore for 
Mr. Kent, after her mother had introduced she and him not 
long after he seduced Cindy.

	And even more of a surprise to me was that Granny 
Constance, Cindy's 79-year-old mom, and my mom-in-law, was 
sucking cocks for Mr. Kent too.  This was the first time 
I'd heard of certain men who had a thing for elderly 
cocksuckers.  I was so surprised at this revelation, and 
the fact that Granny Constance was quite happy at the 
attention, when clients brought their rigid dicks for her 
to attend to.  

	Later after finding out about Granny Constance's 
whorish activities, Mr. Kent instructed me to sleep with 
her from time to time as my reward for turning all the 
tricks and meeting the dick quotas he sets for me.

	Basically, my 79 year old mom-in-law is the only real 
pussy I'm fucking on any kind of regular basis, as my wife 
and daughter are off limits to me. This has really brought 
us closer than before, despite that she does berate my 
efforts as well as my small prick - that is compared to the 
big black ones she sucks - and occasionally fucks.  
However, like other changes, I've gotten use to it.

	To my utter surprise, my daughter was very pleased 
that I was a cocksucker, and even more pleased that I had 
sucked Mr. Kent's cock.

	"I don't know dad, but it seemed like a thing that 
bonded me and mom, when he did me.  He's really good in bed 
and I guess he was good in your mouth as he shot off all 
his creamy sponk?"

	Meekly and very embarrassed, and in response to her 
insistent and persistent quires, I had to admit to my 
daughter that Mr. Kent was a good suck and that his cum was 
tasty.  Because of her attitude, I began to feel more at 
ease talking to her about such things.  Of course, 
unbeknown to me, she had turned over 50 tricks for Mr. Kent 
in the last few months and was getting to be an experienced 
hooker.

	"Daddy you actually look happier now that you've quit 
your job and work full time for Mr. Kent."

	"I-I guess I am sweetie."

	"That's good.  Mom also says that she believes you're 
quite relieved now that you don't have to try and act like 
you're a real man anymore.  Are you?"

	Her placing emphasis on "real man" caused me a twinge 
of discomfort, but what could I do except take it and say 
nothing, because now what she said was correct.
	
	"I-I guess I'd have to say yes to that too.  I-I do 
feel different and even freer when I'm sent to an 
assignment.  I know that the client or clients are 
expecting an unmanly guy who will eagerly take dicks in his 
mouth or ass for them."

	"Daddy, I'm glad you're committed yourself to this new 
lifestyle.  I know the men who Mr. Kent has sent here to 
bone you, all leave with a happy look on their faces - at 
least the ones I've seen.  Mom and Granny say the same 
thing too."

	"Well, I don't believe I've yet had an unsatisfied 
customers - at least that I know of."

	"Daddy, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but 
it thrills me - like it does mom, and Granny too - seeing 
masculine real men making you grovel and treat you like 
you're dirt, and then take out their far superior members 
and ram them in your mouth and ass and leave their slimy 
jism in you.  To see you take their stiff dicks like 
they're a gift, makes me proud of you daddy for the sissy 
fag you've become.  In fact we all are proud of you for the 
he-pussy you've become."

	Still a bit self-conscious of my new role as a sissy 
whore, I-I really didn't know what to say to my beautiful 
daughter.  But as it slowly dawned on me, that we were all 
a family of whores now.  So I shouldn't be ashamed of what 
Mr. Kent had me doing.

	"N-No I-I don't take offense at anything you've said.  
I-I've grown comfortable being treated as you've described. 
And in a way, the many strange men's dicks and jism a-are 
sort of a gift to me. Mr. Kent said he wanted me to aspire 
to being a good, but submissive hole and lust dump for men.  
He said nothing else would please me more than that.  
That's why he's encouraged the customers to treat me so 
servile and in a degrading manner.  He told them I-I'd like 
it that way.  S-So there's n-not much I-I can do about it 
e-except abide by what Mr. Kent says.  H-However sweetie, 
I-I'm getting use to these things.  So I-I guess Mr. Kent 
was right, it-it hasn't taken me long to accept being 
humbled by real men in the way they treat me."

	"You're so sweet daddy.  And I just love the way you 
suck the huge loads of cum that the men leave in my pussy 
too.  I want Clay to be just like you."

	Camellia surprised me, when she revealed that she 
wanted her boyfriend Clay to be a sissy fag whore too.

	Sucking her young pussy, even if it was filled with 
the jism of other men, had turned out to be a nice treat 
for me.  Compared to her mother, my daughter's pussy was 
hotter, but they both tasted good when they were filled 
with the residual slimy fuck remnants from their coital 
liaisons with other men.

	As with sucking cocks, sucking used, gapping, gloppy 
jism saturated sloppy pussy had become an unexpected 
pleasurable activity.

	Our family didn't have much quality time because of 
our various hooking schedules, however, whenever we had a 
free moment, we compared notes and tips about our whoring 
and dick taking activities.  Our daughter was still trying 
to graduate this year, therefore she was still taking 
classes.  So she had her school and trick schedules to 
maintain.

	Sometime, she and her mother worked together. 

	In regard to me, he had a few corporate clients that 
wanted a sissy cocksucker.  However, he mainly sent me to 
sleazy XXX peep show booths and adult theaters to work.

	It was a bit humiliating to work such places, however, 
I found the sleazy scummy filthy places, seem to have an 
erotic atmosphere that was befitting to my new station in 
life as a whoring sissy cocksucker.  I can't explain it, 
but the sleazier the place, the more comfortable I felt 
sucking strange men's dicks there.

There was no way to deny that Mr. Kent had taken over 
and controlled our family.  When I found out that our 
daughter had been under Mr. Kent's influence, as well as 
Granny Constance, I could've been knocked over with a 
feather.

As I said earlier, the thought of a 79-year-old 
grandmother mother earning Mr. Kent money by giving 
blowjobs, left me stunned.  However, many of her customers 
raved about her toothless mouth, after she takes out her 
dentures.

"Granny and I, as her son-in-law got along okay before 
Mr. Kent.  But since she and I both started whoring for 
Mr. Kent (and sleeping together), we actually have more 
things to talk about - mainly dick sucking experiences and 
whoring tips and techniques - which has brought us closer 
together.

CHAPTER 3

"Dear, it's such a thrill to see you in that video 
drinking that bowl of semen.  I just loved the way you 
sucked on them a while and then they jacked off in the bowl 
you were holding to collect their jism. What was it, 200 
guys that came in that bowl?"

	My wife said as she and I were watching a video of a 
Bukkake show Mr. Kent had me do at a men's club.

	"I'm glad you liked it Cindy.  And yes, it was 200."

	"All that melded jism look truly disgusting dear.  
Whoever filmed it made sure that it was clear how slimy and 
frothy the messy mixture was.  There were islands of lumpy 
gluey masses floating in all that goo.  And it had a 
yellowish tinge to it too.  I know it had to have a very 
strong smell too."

	"Yes it did. About a thousand time what you smell in a 
dirty peep show both where guys have jacked off on the 
floor for a long time.  But, after a while your nose gets 
use to it."

	"Well Connie honey, I'm so proud of you the way you 
just started drinking it and kept letting it flow in and 
fill your tummy.  It was sooo cute to hear the men call it  
fag food and then present it to you. Did it taste good 
dear?"

	"It wasn't that bad.  I've drank cum before at other 
Bukkake parties, but never such a large amount as that bowl 
full.  I had them microwave it a bit before I started 
sipping it down.  Being warm caused it to flow down so much 
easier."

	"Very clever of you.  Connie, all I can say is that 
Mr. Kent has truly helped you to develop your potential of 
providing excellent sexual service and happiness to others 
no matter how much it degrades or humiliates you.  And 
honey, it means so much to me that you accepted that he's 
the real man of the house, and that he's to be obeyed, no 
matter what he's asked you to do. I love you so much."

	Cindy leaned over and kissed me and began fondling 
with my prick through my trousers.  The sensation felt 
good.  Between Mr. Kent and her many customers, mine was a 
prick that's so much smaller than the ones she's been 
accustomed to handling.

	Mr. Kent keeps my wife busy as he keeps a steady 
stream of other men's cocks between her legs.  I don't know 
exactly how much he makes of my wife, but I suspect she's 
turning a pretty good profit for him despite her age 
because of the volume of men that come in her.

	She's confided in me that she knows many of the guys 
are fantasizing about doing their mother when they're 
poking her.  

	She even went onto tell me she often refers to herself 
as "Mommie" as she's turning the trick.  Apparently, they 
love it.

	I don't know exactly how much Mr. Kent makes off me.  
But he gets an easy $25 a blow job for me, when I suck for 
his profit at peek shows. Other times more.  And it's not 
uncommon for me to blow 50 men a day working the peep booth 
and adult theaters as his sissy suck whore.

	My wife now had my prick out and was slowly stroking 
it as we talked. 

	"Connie honey, I really love it that Mr. Kent has got 
you to be content with me or Camellia or mother giving you 
hand jobs when you need to get off.  And dear, you just 
don't know how mentally exciting and pleasant it is for me 
to see Mr. Kent dominating and controlling and ordering you 
about the house.  And last month when he whipped you with 
that plastic coat hanger on your bare ass, I was thrilled 
at both of you.  Him for exerting himself for your failure 
to suck off the quota of dicks he had set for you, and you 
for not resisting and being totally acquiescent to him 
doing that to you.  It did wonders to my kink to see you 
take that whipping like you deserved it.  Thank you so much 
sweetie for being the a nice wimp."

	"My wife's hands felt so delightful on my aching cock.  
The last few times I got off, it was by my own hands, so 
having her doing me now was so very pleasant.  It was also 
obvious to me now that she was indeed thrilled at me being 
totally wimpish and enslaved to her real man, Mr. Kent.  Or 
maybe the more correct term might be "our" man.

	"I-I guess I-I should s-say thank you Cindy."  I 
replied not knowing what else to say.

	"Yes, honey, it's quite okay to say thank you. And 
despite him telling us women in the family not to give you 
anything but hand jobs, even though we're selling out cunts 
or our mouths to all that can pay.  But since you've been 
so good about all this and become the nice, cutie pie sissy 
cocksucker for Mr. Kent, and a pussy douche mouth for 
Camellia and I, I'm gonna give you a nice juicy blowjob 
dear."

	My wife did as she promised and swore me to secrecy, 
which I wasn't about to tell.  It was so ecstatic to have 
her sweet lips wrapped around my aching member that had not 
come in a warm wet fleshy hole in months. The feeling was 
truly delicious as I ejaculated.

	I didn't give Cindy as much cum she was accustomed to 
having spurted in her mouth, but she swallowed all that I 
gave her and milked me for a rather long time afterwards.  
I could only sense that that this was a true sign of her 
affection for me.  Apparently, this was a reward for being 
a wimp sissy husband, as well as being submissive and 
obedient to her real man - and our pimp.


EPILOGUE:

	So readers, there you have my situation and the story 
of how a white middle class family became a family of 
whores for a smooth, persuasive talking, sharp, handsome 
black stud.

	Over the last year we have basically become his 
property.  As he controls our lives and our money.

	The women love that he is the true man of the house.  
It took longer for me to accept, but accept and adapt to 
it, I did.

	Granny Constance sort of summed it up nicely at one of 
our many talks.

	"Son, I know it bothered you that another man, and a 
black man at that, has taken over your wife, your daughter, 
your bedroom, and your house.  But it's good that you 
didn't let foolish pride get in the way of you doing the 
right thing.  That is by becoming the pantywaist, pussy 
whipped, faggy whore husband you are now.

	"I can tell being a dick taker, and especially a pussy 
creampie eater for your wife and daughter, has been good 
for you.  I can tell by your demeanor that you are less 
stressed and far more confident of yourself as a subjugated 
sissy whore, than you were as trying to be man of the 
house.

	"You take extraordinary pride in doing what Mr. Kent 
orders you to do.  I see a pride in your eyes that I hadn't 
seen before, as you get his approval for having 
accomplished tasks for him.  This is especially so when you 
bring him the money you've earned from being on your knees, 
for hours at a time, on those filthy, peep show booths 
floors, swallowing so many heavy loads of strange men's cum 
for his profit. The same holds true when you return from 
where he has sent you to let men drill your ass with their 
dicks too.

	"Now Connie, none is this is to say you are anything 
less in me and the girls' eyes.  We still think the world 
of you, except we don't see you as much of a man.  We love 
you and feel that Mr. Kent has helped you become the type 
of husband that's right for you, and most of all, right for 
my Cindy.  She is so pleased that you've adjusted to not 
only being the husband of a whore, but being one yourself, 
as well as working your mouth and ass for her real man 
too."

	After Granny Constance's words, there was not much I 
could say, except to thank her for her respect and love.  
It was her that coined the term for me as a "cocksucker and 
pussy douche mouth."

	So all in all, our family is at peace with ourselves, 
after adjusting to one of the many bumps in the road of 
life.  

	That's my story.

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