MY CRYING TOWEL Pt 2 By Throne
I was on pins and needles for several days. The man my wife had been cuckolding me with, a Black stud named Treat, had promised to bring a friend of his with him on his next visit. Her name was Tawanda and she had made my insulting 'crying towel' for me. I was told I owed her a year of oral service for making the towel and that she was more than eager to collect on the debt.
At last, on the weekend, Treat showed up. My wife was thrilled and threw her arms around him. The big man bent his head down to give her a long passionate kiss. He let his hands run up and down her sexy body. Before they were done embracing, Tawanda let herself in our front door. She was only a bit taller than me, with light coffee colored skin, and her long hair in hanging braids. More important to me, despite a figure that was just slightly plump in most places, she had round cantaloupe-sized tits and a proportionately overgrown ass. I was stunned. Even though she had come to take advantage of me, I was still unable to ignore her overstated sexuality.
"All right," Tawanda said cockily. "Drop your pants and shorts, Pussy Boy. Let's see if you're as pathetic in the man-parts ratings as your wife and Treat say you are." I blushed hotly but was so well conditioned to do as I was told that I immediately undid my belt and lowered my fly. Tawanda didn't even glance away. She grinned widely at me as I dropped my trousers and kept starting until I gingerly hooked my fingers under the waistband of my boxers and dropped them to my ankles. The voluptuous Black girl laughed uproariously. I wanted to crawl away from her but had to stand where I was and take it.
To my wife Ann she said, "Damn, girl, I'm surprised you didn't kick him out of bed during the honeymoon." "Well, I should have. But at least the problem's fixed now." She gave Treat's powerful bicep a hug. "I want to use my wimp hubby for a few minutes. I love to have him go down on me and get me all wet for Treat." Tawanda eyed me critically. "Boy, you even got to get her all juiced up for her Black slammer. You really are a stone loser." I was rattled but managed to mumble a courteous, "Yes, Miss."
Ann took off her skirt to reveal that she had no panties on. With a gesture of her forefinger she brought him to a spot in front of her, and then by pointing toward the floor made me kneel. I had to use my mouth on her in that awkward posture, making my disgrace all the worse. Everyone chuckled as I prepped my wife for sex with her lover.
When I was done, Treat took Ann into our bedroom. There was a guest room directly next door and that was where Tawanda led me. I had to remove my shirt and stand before her naked while she sneered at my slender, nearly hairless body. I pressed my thighs together nervously.
Without saying a word she peeled off her sweater. She wore nothing under it. I ogled those over ripe breasts and felt my little dick stirring. She wriggled out of her slacks and her high-cut black lace panties. I was at half mast. Then she did a slow turnaround and let me see her bare backside. I rose to full erection, all four skinny inches of it. That prompted another laugh from her. From the next room we could hear the sex partners enjoying noisy foreplay, talking dirty to each other, and vocalizing their passions with grunts and moans.
Tawanda laid back on the bed and let her full thighs fall away from each other. She had very little pubic hair but very prominent nether lips. I swallowed dryly. "Come on, Boy. Time to get busy. You start at my feet and kiss and rub your way up. No kissing above the waist, though. That's only for real men."
I couldn't hold back a whimper. She had no respect whatsoever for me. I started kissing and massaging her smooth feet, desperately afraid that I would do something to upset her and suffer the consequences. Ann had said I owed Tawanda a year's service and I didn't want to get off to a bad start. So I continued unhurriedly, getting more turned on with every inch I advanced. Her calves were solid under my fingers, her thighs firm under my palms. I was almost panting with need.
From the next room my wife cried out. "That's it, Treat. All the way in. You're incredible. My idiot husband has the dick of an eleven year old. I can feel your huge balls against my ass. It's fantastic!"
All at once I was sobbing. Tawanda heard me and clapped her powerful thighs together with my head between them. "Let's go," she snapped. "Get to the main act. And you'd better do as good a job licking me as your wife says you can, cause with that pencil dick you aren't going to make me happy any other way."
I mashed by face against her moist pungent outer lips and plunged my tongue into her. It was hell to be in bed with a woman so obviously made for sex and not be allowed to do more than touch her below the waist and please her with my mouth. I worked hard and she began to respond loudly at once, calling out to the others in the next room, telling them what I was doing. She gave me instructions to suck on her pussy lips. She even made me speak to her sex with words of love. I had to kiss it as if it was her mouth and I was trying to seduce her. That gave Tawanda a breather and then she made me go back to slurping and sucking.
From the main bedroom Ann was mounting toward a climax. Treat slowed down and she cursed at him, mixing her swearing with terms of endearment. He was playing with her and she was loving it, especially knowing that I was being demeaned in the next room. At last my wife went over the top in a shouting orgasm. Then Treat growled out his excitement as he slammed into her and gave himself a satisfying finish.
Next Tawanda grabbed me by the hair and dragged my face into her crotch and held it there until I nearly smothered. I kept lapping at her swollen clitoris, clutching her rounded hips lustfully, and was able to bring her to bliss before she could suffocate me.
All three of them had gratifying sex. Only I was left unfulfilled and aching. Tawanda even let me get into the missionary sex position but warned me not to let my 'little pee wee' touch her. As I held myself up with my arms, my dick inches from her center, she reached out and teased my nipples with her fingers. I took a sharp intake of breath. She giggled at my plight but didn't stop stimulating me. I started crying again from frustration.
Treat and my wife came in and saw what she was doing. Ann told her that I was very receptive to that sort of touching and that it would leave me yearning for release more than anything else. Tawanda tugged gently on my hard nipples and said that she would make sure to do it to me every chance she got.
They took a break and made me get them beers from the fridge. Treat surprised me by saying I should get one for myself. When I brought them their drinks in the den, where they had gone to chat, he made me sit and hold my ice cold can against my crotch. Naturally, my dick shriveled down to its smallest dimensions. Again I was eaten at by shame.
"So," Treat said to Tawanda. "Why don't you give the little sissy that surprise brought for him." She reached for her copious shoulderbag. "Got it right here." What she pulled from the bag was a small device, just a short narrow tube and a ring. Tawanda came to me and slipped the tube onto my shrunken organ. She closed the ring behind my scrotum and clicked it shut. Then she took a small padlock and locked the ring. There was no way I could remove the male chastity she had put on me. I wouldn't be able to gain an erection. Wouldn't be able to have an orgasm. I hadn't finished in weeks already, so having my ability to climax taken away was unthinkable, yet that was exactly what she had done to me. "Here you go," she said to Ann, and offered her a key. "In case you want to let him out of it." "Oh, that's not going to happen anytime soon. Why don't you hold onto it, Honey. Being super horny and knowing you're the only one who can let him get off will make him keep trying to think up new ways to make you happy." "Thanks, Baby." She snapped her fingers at me. "Come on, Boy. Show everybody what a sucka you are. Twiddle your cute nipples and get yourself all worked up. We want to see what happens when you get hot but can't get loose."
I stood naked in front of them, at an angle so all three could watch, and toyed with my nipples. My dick tried to rise. It lifted the tube but couldn't enlarge inside of it. I groaned from bottled up need. They sat there sipping their beers and making jokes at my expense. "Don't worry, husband dearest," Ann told me. "I'm sure your new girlfriend will give you all kinds of things to do to show her you're trying your hardest. Maybe she'll even let you out of your tiny cage there. And if not, at least you only have to be her Pussy Boy for three years." "Th... three? But you said only one!" "It was one year to pay her for the towel. Remember, stupid? Now you owe her another two years of service to pay her back for that fashionable lock-up she put on you."
That's when I started crying uncontrollably. Treat tossed me my crying towel. "Wipe your face, Hopeless. And don't worry, we made sure we got your hanky good and messy so you can be reminded of what great sex we had. It'll give you something to think about after Ann and Tawanda spend an hour teasing you and then send you to bed without being allowed to empty your balls."
That was one year ago. It's been horrible ever since. I haven't had sexual release even once in 12 months. It's all I can think about. My wife and her lover have honeymoon quality sex whenever they please. Often they watch me serve Tawanda's pussy and because I'm so in fear of not pleasing her -- her ass. I've become obsessed with her broad jutting bottom. I think I've developed a fetish for it. She looks down on me and calls me names like 'pencil-dicked geek'. My situation is an endless bad dream that I can't wake up from. And I still owe Tawanda two more long years.
I was on pins and needles for several days. The man my wife had been cuckolding me with, a Black stud named Treat, had promised to bring a friend of his with him on his next visit. Her name was Tawanda and she had made my insulting 'crying towel' for me. I was told I owed her a year of oral service for making the towel and that she was more than eager to collect on the debt.
At last, on the weekend, Treat showed up. My wife was thrilled and threw her arms around him. The big man bent his head down to give her a long passionate kiss. He let his hands run up and down her sexy body. Before they were done embracing, Tawanda let herself in our front door. She was only a bit taller than me, with light coffee colored skin, and her long hair in hanging braids. More important to me, despite a figure that was just slightly plump in most places, she had round cantaloupe-sized tits and a proportionately overgrown ass. I was stunned. Even though she had come to take advantage of me, I was still unable to ignore her overstated sexuality.
"All right," Tawanda said cockily. "Drop your pants and shorts, Pussy Boy. Let's see if you're as pathetic in the man-parts ratings as your wife and Treat say you are." I blushed hotly but was so well conditioned to do as I was told that I immediately undid my belt and lowered my fly. Tawanda didn't even glance away. She grinned widely at me as I dropped my trousers and kept starting until I gingerly hooked my fingers under the waistband of my boxers and dropped them to my ankles. The voluptuous Black girl laughed uproariously. I wanted to crawl away from her but had to stand where I was and take it.
To my wife Ann she said, "Damn, girl, I'm surprised you didn't kick him out of bed during the honeymoon." "Well, I should have. But at least the problem's fixed now." She gave Treat's powerful bicep a hug. "I want to use my wimp hubby for a few minutes. I love to have him go down on me and get me all wet for Treat." Tawanda eyed me critically. "Boy, you even got to get her all juiced up for her Black slammer. You really are a stone loser." I was rattled but managed to mumble a courteous, "Yes, Miss."
Ann took off her skirt to reveal that she had no panties on. With a gesture of her forefinger she brought him to a spot in front of her, and then by pointing toward the floor made me kneel. I had to use my mouth on her in that awkward posture, making my disgrace all the worse. Everyone chuckled as I prepped my wife for sex with her lover.
When I was done, Treat took Ann into our bedroom. There was a guest room directly next door and that was where Tawanda led me. I had to remove my shirt and stand before her naked while she sneered at my slender, nearly hairless body. I pressed my thighs together nervously.
Without saying a word she peeled off her sweater. She wore nothing under it. I ogled those over ripe breasts and felt my little dick stirring. She wriggled out of her slacks and her high-cut black lace panties. I was at half mast. Then she did a slow turnaround and let me see her bare backside. I rose to full erection, all four skinny inches of it. That prompted another laugh from her. From the next room we could hear the sex partners enjoying noisy foreplay, talking dirty to each other, and vocalizing their passions with grunts and moans.
Tawanda laid back on the bed and let her full thighs fall away from each other. She had very little pubic hair but very prominent nether lips. I swallowed dryly. "Come on, Boy. Time to get busy. You start at my feet and kiss and rub your way up. No kissing above the waist, though. That's only for real men."
I couldn't hold back a whimper. She had no respect whatsoever for me. I started kissing and massaging her smooth feet, desperately afraid that I would do something to upset her and suffer the consequences. Ann had said I owed Tawanda a year's service and I didn't want to get off to a bad start. So I continued unhurriedly, getting more turned on with every inch I advanced. Her calves were solid under my fingers, her thighs firm under my palms. I was almost panting with need.
From the next room my wife cried out. "That's it, Treat. All the way in. You're incredible. My idiot husband has the dick of an eleven year old. I can feel your huge balls against my ass. It's fantastic!"
All at once I was sobbing. Tawanda heard me and clapped her powerful thighs together with my head between them. "Let's go," she snapped. "Get to the main act. And you'd better do as good a job licking me as your wife says you can, cause with that pencil dick you aren't going to make me happy any other way."
I mashed by face against her moist pungent outer lips and plunged my tongue into her. It was hell to be in bed with a woman so obviously made for sex and not be allowed to do more than touch her below the waist and please her with my mouth. I worked hard and she began to respond loudly at once, calling out to the others in the next room, telling them what I was doing. She gave me instructions to suck on her pussy lips. She even made me speak to her sex with words of love. I had to kiss it as if it was her mouth and I was trying to seduce her. That gave Tawanda a breather and then she made me go back to slurping and sucking.
From the main bedroom Ann was mounting toward a climax. Treat slowed down and she cursed at him, mixing her swearing with terms of endearment. He was playing with her and she was loving it, especially knowing that I was being demeaned in the next room. At last my wife went over the top in a shouting orgasm. Then Treat growled out his excitement as he slammed into her and gave himself a satisfying finish.
Next Tawanda grabbed me by the hair and dragged my face into her crotch and held it there until I nearly smothered. I kept lapping at her swollen clitoris, clutching her rounded hips lustfully, and was able to bring her to bliss before she could suffocate me.
All three of them had gratifying sex. Only I was left unfulfilled and aching. Tawanda even let me get into the missionary sex position but warned me not to let my 'little pee wee' touch her. As I held myself up with my arms, my dick inches from her center, she reached out and teased my nipples with her fingers. I took a sharp intake of breath. She giggled at my plight but didn't stop stimulating me. I started crying again from frustration.
Treat and my wife came in and saw what she was doing. Ann told her that I was very receptive to that sort of touching and that it would leave me yearning for release more than anything else. Tawanda tugged gently on my hard nipples and said that she would make sure to do it to me every chance she got.
They took a break and made me get them beers from the fridge. Treat surprised me by saying I should get one for myself. When I brought them their drinks in the den, where they had gone to chat, he made me sit and hold my ice cold can against my crotch. Naturally, my dick shriveled down to its smallest dimensions. Again I was eaten at by shame.
"So," Treat said to Tawanda. "Why don't you give the little sissy that surprise brought for him." She reached for her copious shoulderbag. "Got it right here." What she pulled from the bag was a small device, just a short narrow tube and a ring. Tawanda came to me and slipped the tube onto my shrunken organ. She closed the ring behind my scrotum and clicked it shut. Then she took a small padlock and locked the ring. There was no way I could remove the male chastity she had put on me. I wouldn't be able to gain an erection. Wouldn't be able to have an orgasm. I hadn't finished in weeks already, so having my ability to climax taken away was unthinkable, yet that was exactly what she had done to me. "Here you go," she said to Ann, and offered her a key. "In case you want to let him out of it." "Oh, that's not going to happen anytime soon. Why don't you hold onto it, Honey. Being super horny and knowing you're the only one who can let him get off will make him keep trying to think up new ways to make you happy." "Thanks, Baby." She snapped her fingers at me. "Come on, Boy. Show everybody what a sucka you are. Twiddle your cute nipples and get yourself all worked up. We want to see what happens when you get hot but can't get loose."
I stood naked in front of them, at an angle so all three could watch, and toyed with my nipples. My dick tried to rise. It lifted the tube but couldn't enlarge inside of it. I groaned from bottled up need. They sat there sipping their beers and making jokes at my expense. "Don't worry, husband dearest," Ann told me. "I'm sure your new girlfriend will give you all kinds of things to do to show her you're trying your hardest. Maybe she'll even let you out of your tiny cage there. And if not, at least you only have to be her Pussy Boy for three years." "Th... three? But you said only one!" "It was one year to pay her for the towel. Remember, stupid? Now you owe her another two years of service to pay her back for that fashionable lock-up she put on you."
That's when I started crying uncontrollably. Treat tossed me my crying towel. "Wipe your face, Hopeless. And don't worry, we made sure we got your hanky good and messy so you can be reminded of what great sex we had. It'll give you something to think about after Ann and Tawanda spend an hour teasing you and then send you to bed without being allowed to empty your balls."
That was one year ago. It's been horrible ever since. I haven't had sexual release even once in 12 months. It's all I can think about. My wife and her lover have honeymoon quality sex whenever they please. Often they watch me serve Tawanda's pussy and because I'm so in fear of not pleasing her -- her ass. I've become obsessed with her broad jutting bottom. I think I've developed a fetish for it. She looks down on me and calls me names like 'pencil-dicked geek'. My situation is an endless bad dream that I can't wake up from. And I still owe Tawanda two more long years.
