Chapter 3

When Beth returned home after her dinner with Jake it was late and I was still in bed. She came into the room and went immediately into the adjacent bathroom to get ready for bed without saying a word to me. I heard the shower running for a while then she got dressed in her sleep shorts and top and came to bed. I asked her how dinner was and she said in a soft faraway voice, “It was good. Jake is a great guy once you get to know him. Very friendly. I’m sorry honey but I’m beat. I’ve got to get some sleep. Goodnight”.

And that was it. She had her back turned to me the entire time and didn’t say anything more before falling asleep. My nerves were shot. I lay awake for another sleepless night wondering what had happened at Master’s house. Damnit I was even calling him Master in my own thoughts. This was getting out of hand. What kind of power did that black thug have over me?

The next day was Saturday so no work for either of us but Beth was up and gone before I woke up. She left a note saying she had a lot of errands to run today and would be gone most of the day. For some reason that made me very nervous. Just the thought of being alone while Master was across the street scared me. I made up my mind to stay in the house all day and not give him a chance to see me at all. It surprised me how fast that plan went to hell.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and was shocked to see Master sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. I started to say something, tried to assert myself, but Master spoke first and any thoughts of rebellion flew from my mind.

“You hide your spare key under the doormat? That’s fucking stupid boy. Anyone can walk right into your house with security that lax. Now crawl under the table and wrap your lips around my cock while I finish my coffee and tell you what I have planned for you today”.

The menacing look on his face told me all I needed to know. Once again I felt tears of frustration and humiliation fill my eyes as I slowly dropped to my knees and crawled across my own kitchen floor toward my Master’s cock. I made my way under the table I’d shared so many meals with my wife and settled on my knees before the large black man. Once again he was dressed in sweatpants and he graciously lifted his ass off the seat long enough for me to pull them down to his ankles. The familiar smell of his crotch filled my senses immediately and I leaned forward to take his semi erect cock in my mouth.

“Just rest the head on your tongue boy. Don’t suck yet, I just want to soak my dick in your mouth for a while and let it get hard on its own. That way you can soak in the flavor for a while”. Master ordered me.

I did as I was told and just took in the head of his mighty cock letting it lay there on my tongue as I closed my lips around the shaft. We sat like that for several minutes and I could hear Master sipping his coffee while turning the pages of the newspaper. He must have looked like a king luxuriating in his ownership of his personal slave. The arrogance of the man was no to be believed but here I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth again. I waited patiently swallowing the pungent saliva that kept collecting in my mouth. Master’s dick was growing with each minute sliding further into my mouth and swelling to its enormous girth. Before long his cock was fully hard and he ordered me to begin his blowjob. I started sliding my mouth over his cock and licking around the head while bobbing my head up and down in his lap. He had ordered a slow blowjob so I was taking my time as commanded.

“Now listen closely boy cause I have a few things to tell you” Master said. “I have to run around town a bit today so you won’t get to enjoy my cock for a while. I know you’re disappointed but I’ll make it up to you later. You see tonight I’m hosting a poker game at my house and I’ve decided you will provide the entertainment for me and my boys”.

I choked on his cock when he said that and tried to pull away but his firm hand on the back of my head prevented my escape.

“You just stay there boy and wait till I tell you to move. That cock stays in your mouth till you get permission to remove it. Good boy, stay”.

I kept sucking like an obedient slave while Master continued to spell out my misery.

“Now” he continued, “There are a few things I’m going to need from you. See my friends and I have a long standing tradition at our poker nights. The person hosting provides the white boy cocksucker. I know that sounds awfully strange but when a group of hard ass niggers like us find something we like, well we have as much fun with it as we can. And there is nothing we like better that breaking down some uppity white boy. So I’ll need you to listen closely to me now. Well as close as you can with a mouthful of cock”.

I felt panic setting in as I absorbed Master’s words. Other people? Other strong black men? Using me the way Master does? Oh god! What can I do now? I’m trapped in a living hell. Master continued speaking and I had to focus to catch it all. I was warned that if I didn’t do as ordered Master would take a belt to my ass and beat me raw.

He said, “I don’t want you ever thinking you’re a real man so I’ll need you to dress appropriately. I want you to look through Beth’s underwear drawer and find yourself a matching pair of panties and a nightie. I’d tell you to wear the blue panties she had on last night but I’m guessing they’re stained with all my cum that leaked out while she crossed the road to come back home”.

It took a second for me to process what the awful man had said and I angrily tried to pull off his cock but the bastard grabbed my ear and twisted it painfully causing me to open my mouth wider in pain so he was able to jam his thick cock the whole way down my throat. I couldn’t manage to move away from him as the pain in my ear was intense and with it he controlled my movements. He held me there with my throat jammed full of cock for over a minute till I started to feel like I was blacking out from lack of oxygen. When Master felt I was under control again he let go of my ear and continued talking while I submissively went back to bobbing on his cock.

“See I knew that would get you riled up so now you know anything you do that I don’t like will cause you pain. Remember that for tonight. Yes I fucked your wife. Get over it. Hell you shouldn’t get jealous, you’re still my favorite cockpig. It was actually easier than I thought it would be. I plied her with wine and put a few moves on her and before you know it she was laying under me begging for more of my dick. It’s amazing how many married, white, women are curious about black cock. It’s almost too easy to get them into bed. Anyway she’s embarrassed and feeling guilty so you will keep your mouth shut and let her think you don’t know anything about it. It’ll be fun to let her think she’s getting away with an affair while behind her back you’re servicing my cock too. I’ll be fucking her from now on so I don’t want your worthless little pink worm anywhere near her. That’s my woman now so you make up any lie you have to so that there’s no chance of her getting anywhere near you. I don’t like to share my fuck toys”.

I was crying again. It was amazing to me how easily this man made me cry like a little bitch. I was on my knees sucking his fat prick while he told me how he was going to keep fucking my wife and all I could do was cry. And suck.

I listened while Master went on. “So, panties and a nightie for you tonight. Also I want you hairless from the eyebrows down. You will shave every inch of your body baby smooth. No one likes a hairy cocksucker. Also I want you to smell pretty so use Beth’s lotions and perfume before you come over. The festivities start at 8 so you be there by 7:30 in case I want to shoot another load before everyone shows up. Let’s see, what else? Oh yeah, you be nice to my woman. Don’t act weird or suspicious at all. You treat her like you always do with the exception of anything romantic. The less attention she gets from you the more she’ll crave from me and that way everyone’s a winner. Ok, I’ve got shit to do, let’s get this show on the road”.

With that Master grabbed my head and started ruthlessly fucking my face doing nothing more than using my mouth to jack off with. His pace quickened till I felt the familiar stiffening of his cock and he began shooting thick ropes of cum into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could and barely managed to get it all down. Master pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop and proceeded to wipe it clean on my face and in my hair.

He got up from the table and pulled on his sweats. He reminded me of my duties and left without another word. How long I knelt there under the table sobbing I’ll never know. Eventually I pulled myself to my feet and tried desperately to find something to do that would take my mind off the upcoming horror and the unbearable knowledge that my wife had cheated on me. I mean what was happening to me was being forced on me but Beth had made a choice. She had fucked that horrible man of her own volition and now he was telling me to allow it to continue. I was to pretend nothing was wrong while Beth cheated on me and my neighbor used me as a fuck toy.

The day crawled on at a snail’s pace till Beth finally got home at around 5. She breezed in as if nothing was out of the ordinary and asked what I wanted for dinner. I told her I wasn’t hungry and then told her about poker night at Jake’s house. Yes I almost said Master to my wife. She flinched slightly at the mention of his name but quickly recovered and told me that sounded like fun and to have a good time. We chatted about inane bullshit for another hour or so before I knew it was time to start getting myself ready. While Beth sat downstairs eating leftovers and watching tv, I made my way upstairs to get dressed.

I found a pair of pink panties and a short see through nightie that I’d seen Beth wear together and took them into the bathroom. I was shaking with nervous energy as I drew a hot bath and climbed in to begin shaving. I’m not very hairy as it is so I didn’t take long denuding my entire body of hair. It still felt odd to look down and see what looked like one of those trannies you see in porn. A smooth hairless body and a tiny limp penis. I used Beth’s body lotion all over and sprayed a few shots of her perfume on myself before putting on the panties and nightie. Standing there in front of the mirror I was ashamed at how I looked. I was turning into a cuckolded, sissy, slut for my Black Master and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I looked at the clock and saw I had about 5 minutes to get over to Master’s house which was good since I didn’t want to spend time with Beth or she’d smell me right away. I quickly put on a pair of sweats and a tshirt to cover my underwear and slipping on a pair of sandals I made my way to the front door. Beth started to get up to say goodbye but I told her, “I have to run, and I’m already late. Bye hun!” Then I darted out the door before she could react.

The walk across the street was the longest of my life. I was so scared of what tonight would bring. I felt sick to my stomach and was shaking with fear more than the chill evening air. Master met me at his front door and blocked the way in saying, “You’re not dressed properly sissy”.

I told him I was wearing what he asked under my clothes to which he replied, “You don’t walk into this house unless you’re dressed properly sissy. Now show me the goods”.

I begged him to let me come inside but he grew angry and threatened to smack me around so I reluctantly pulled off my sandals, shirt and sweats leaving me standing on the black man’s porch dressed only in my wife’s panties and nightie. Master let me suffer out there for a full minute before moving aside and allowing me entrance. I scurried inside quickly and Master closed the door behind us.

“Now bitch” he said. “I’ve got a few surprises for you. First off I’m gonna add to your outfit. I told the guys to come a little later so we’d have some time to make you more presentable. Now sit your ass down here and let me get to work”.

I moved quickly to the chair Master had set in the middle of the living room and sat down. The chair was cool to the touch on my panty covered rear and I was very nervous about what was to come. I looked up at Master to see him approaching me with his hands full of makeup. Oh god! He was going to make me look like a whore for real! Master told me to sit still and be quiet so I of course obeyed while he began making up my face. I saw him applying a base powder then what I assumed to be blush on my cheeks. He continued with eyeshadow and mascara and finally a bright red lipstick. There were other things I didn’t recognize that added what Master called special touches but I was beyond caring at this point. I was terrified to see the finished product. Master then left the room and came back with a large box. He told me to carefully remove the nightie while making sure not to ruin my makeup. I slipped it off over my head and sat there waiting for the next indignity. When I saw what Master pulled out of the box my heart stopped cold. It looked like a pair of fake breasts and Master laughingly assured me that’s exactly what they were. He called them ‘Breastforms’ and said with the special adhesive he had aquired they would stick to me quite nicely and look amazing under the nightie. Master put the horrible fake tits on my chest with a practiced ease and when he finished I swear it looked like they belonged there. He had chosen a rather large size much like Beth’s 38DDs and I feared that was the intent. Next Master reached back into the box and took out a long blonde wig to finish my new look. He put the wig on me and brushed it out then told me I was ready to see the finished work.

“Get your ass up and follow me sissy” Master ordered.

I followed the big man into the bathroom where he had a full length mirror on the door and looked at what he had done to me. I was shocked at how legitimatly feminine I looked. I felt and saw myself blush and the embarrassment of the situation made me look even more feminine. I was so humiliated but barely had time to react when Master said, “You making my dick hard girl. Now what should we do about that? I hate to mess up your make up with one of your special blowjobs but I need to get off right now. Tell you what bitch, you just hold the head of Daddy’s cock in your mouth and jack me off. That way we don’t spill any of your favorite treat and we won’t mess your make up with your usual sloppy cocksucking. Yeah, that sounds perfect. Now get to work, I want to dump a load before my boys get here”.