TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c JULY 2005 By C.D.E. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form or sold for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. 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. ### END ###