When I met Danita I had nothing but high hopes. She was my ideal woman, physically. Tall, quite full figured with a broad, jutting ass that left me breathless, her face dominated by pouty lips and high cheekbones, complexion olive, hair long, dark and thick. I'll admit that her personality wasn't perfect. She was pushy and, worse, flirted with other guys when I went out with her. Probably I should have ended it then but I couldn't. Not only was I drunk on her exotic sexiness, but the chances of me hooking up with another woman as hot were just about nonexistent. You see, I'm short and pudgy, with a weak chin and a high hairline that makes it look like I'm starting to go bald. Besides that, I've always been shy around women and have had terrible luck with dating since my teens. So I stayed with her and endured her bossiness as well as the appreciative glances she got from other males and -- what was even more painful -- the ready smiles she flashed back at them.
Then there was our sex life. She loved foreplay. That is, she loved me performing it on her, especially using my mouth all over her body. Naturally, I was thrilled to suck her large nipples, kiss her full thighs, and eat her savory pussy. The problem was that she wasn't returning any favors. Danita would just lie back and purr as I worked my way up and down her generous contours, my lips and tongue never stopping. She instructed me, telling me to speed up or slow down, to stay where I was or change location. It felt strange to be a sort of living sex toy for her but, like I said, I was under her spell. Beyond foreplay there was the main event but she ran the show there, too. Danita would allow me to penetrate her. But she made snide remarks about how small my penis is while I was trying to enjoy myself. That always upset my mood and made it difficult for me to finish. She would postpone my pleasure that way and then suddenly announce, "Time's up, loverboy. You've had enough fun with my sweet spot. Now you can get your face back down between my legs and give me some more tongue loving. That feels better than having your skinny four inches in me anyway."
I was humiliated but responded by trying harder to satisfy her orally. Guess I was afraid of getting more rejection, maybe of being shut out of her life, which was unthinkable. I was determined to keep her and would have done just about anything. She must have sensed that because soon we entered a new stage of our relationship. I had been getting to finish inside her about once a week. It wasn't nearly enough, and had me horny most of the time. But when Danita took pity and let me finish one evening, after hours of pleasuring her with my mouth, I got a surprise. She told me, "I still need more, baby. If you don't want me to get it from somebody else, you better get busy again being my licky-licky boy." I was confused and said, "But dear, you're all messy down there. I just finished inside you." "Did you? I thought that was maybe what happened, but it's hard to tell with your dick being so shrimpy." She chuckled nastily. "Anyway, you have to give me another orgasm." "Okay. Just go over to the bathroom and clean up first." "WHAT? Are you trying to ruin my mood? Do you want me to go back to the lover I had before, Big G? He had a huge cock and knew how to make me cum without having to lick my slit. Are you going to go down on me right now or do I walk out of here?"
That was the turning point, I can see now. Instead of refusing like a real man would have done, I wimped out and got my face back in front of her used pussy. I could smell the saltiness of my ejaculate, see it a drop leaking out. It wasn't a huge load. My balls are small even in proportion to my undersized penis, and I've never been able to produce much semen. She pressed her heavy thighs against the sides of my head and, even though I had finished so recently, a jolt of sexual electricity shot through me. My dick, shrunken to almost nothing after I shot off, twitched. I groaned at what I was about to do but then stuck out my tongue and got my first unwelcome taste of jizz. It was awful but I was so anxious about pleasing Danita that it seemed less like I was debasing myself and more like I was making a noble sacrifice, demonstrating the depth of my love for her. She moaned happily as I continued and that made my heart leap. I was winning her back after she almost left me for a guy she used to date. In my confusion I felt victorious and kept going, cleaning up and swallowing every drop of cum, as well as giving her not one but two climaxes.
When it was over she let me snuggle against her, sucking at her breast like a baby while she stroked my head. Danita told me gently, "Now you behave like a good boy all the time and I'll keep letting you have fun with me. But if you get out of line, you can get out of bed and STAY out." I meekly replied that I was sorry (for what?) and would do whatever she wanted (words I would soon regret). Danita cooed prettily and said, "That's better, Mr. Tongue. You can make up for getting me pissed by kissing my ass." She rolled away from me and settled on her belly. Then she made me take my pillow and slip it under her broad hips, so that her magnificent ass was elevated. "Go ahead," she insisted. "Get your lips on my big soft butt cheeks." I had never done that before. I swallowed with difficulty and tried to say something, to object, but no words came. I suppose I swallowed my pride at the same time because the next thing I knew my lips were pressed against one of Danita's well upholstered buttocks and then the other. She kept me at it for a while and then pointed out, "You're being shy, dinky dick. You're skipping the best spot. Get down in the valley." The valley? She wanted me to kiss her THERE? I felt queasy but moved to the deep crevice and pressed my features into the narrow humid space. I kissed my way up and down the depth of her ass. After the satisfaction I had given her earlier she was quite sweaty in there. Nevertheless, I kept kissing. Danita sighed and wriggled her hips. Again I was greedy for approval and accepted my humiliation as if it was a good thing.
After a while she finally spoke again. "I'll almost ready to forgive you, dinky. Just one more thing. Get your tongue right in the middle of my ass and give me one more kiss. A long DEEP kiss. Understand?" Without stopping my kissing I managed a smothered "Uh huh" of assent. She giggled and pushed her bottom up slightly. I told myself it wouldn't last too long and that after it was over it would never happen again. Then I probed her with my tongue. In and out. I rimmed her. She told me to keep switching back and forth between the two techniques. I obeyed mindlessly, still telling myself this would not be repeated. She kept me at it for nearly an hour. The stimulation brought her to several peaks of arousal. She made a joke about them being like orgasms, but in the backside, and called them 'ass-gasms'. I shrunk up inside but didn't stop or even slow down. At last she turned back over, made me remove the pillow, and had me give her pussy another thorough lapping until she scored one more wet and noisy finale.
From then on I was her oral body slave, with my own orgasms becoming increasingly rare. She claimed that I performed better when I was horny and teased me sexually, blowing in my ears, talking dirty, letting me dry hump against her pliant thigh, and teasing my nipples. That last trick really stimulated me. Danita would permit me to assume the missionary position and put the tip of my dick into the vestibule of her vagina, so that I could feel its wetness, warmth and softness, but without going any further. While I was like that, aching for release, she would finger my nipples, doubling and tripling my arousal. She would taunt me about my small penis and how I reacted 'like a girl' when she played with my 'titties'. She even threw in remarks about Big G and how well hung he was and how he never let her push him around. I was shamed but took it all. She had a knack for finding my limits and pushing me past them.
Then came the biggest shock of our relationship until then. Danita announced to me one night, while I had my face buried between the mounds of her rump, that we were getting married. I was stunned but happy. Somehow I convinced myself that what she meant was that we were getting married and then would live like a normal couple, as equals, with each of us keeping the other contented in bed, rather than me doing all the giving and her all the taking. I was overjoyed, though I knew better than to take my tongue out of her asshole to tell her so. It wasn't until I was finished doing that, along with eating her pussy (which she no longer bothered to keep clean) that I was able to say yes. When I tried to kiss her she said, "In case you haven't noticed, dinky boy, I haven't been letting you kiss me since you became my ass muncher. No kissing above the waist. Right?" My thinking was clouded by love, devotion and unrealistic optimism when I told her I understood that I wasn't permitted to kiss her, even though we were then engaged. She snickered and said, "You're trying so hard, dinky. You'll never be good enough, but it's cute to watch you struggle. And hey, maybe if you buy me some pretty things I'll let you jerk off and squirt your squirt between my gorgeous ass cheeks before you sink your face in there. How does that sound, dinky mouse?" It didn't make sense but I felt overjoyed and told her, "Whatever you want, Danita." She replied, "You don't know the half of it, dinky wimp." I hated that she wouldn't stop calling me those insulting names but, at the same time, I somehow made myself believe that she was being affectionate, that romance would soon bloom, and that we were going to have a wonderful, traditional marriage.
***
Three weeks later we were wed. The ceremony was held in a hall that doubled as the reception space. It saved money, which I appreciated because not only had I been buying Danita the pretty things she demanded, but she was spending my money carelessly too. I was uneasy at the ceremony. She wore white boots with stacked heels that made her tower over me. Though she had told me to keep my guest list small, Danita had invited a crowd of her rowdy friends. Worst of all, she insisted on picking the wedding party. Her Maid of Honor was a girl as tall and voluptuous as herself, Felicia. And the Best Man turned out to be Big G, a muscular Black man, taller even than Danita in heels, who glowered at me like he wanted to take me apart with his bare hands, which he appeared capable of doing.
After the wedding our reception turned into a party. Danita danced with plenty of guys, bumping hips on the fast numbers and clinging to them on the slow ones. She made me dance only with Felicia, who rubbed lewdly against me and kept me overly excited the entire time. Danita had forbidden me to have any orgasms for 21 days beforehand. In fact, the last one I'd had was when, as offered, she made me wank off into the cleft of her butt and then go down on her perspiring, unwashed ass. I had been thinking about my submissive performance ever since and, because I was endlessly serving her, being teased in bed, seeing her in revealing clothing, and not getting any release myself, the disgusting way she had made me worship her ass was gradually, in my mind, turned into something desirable. As we exchanged our vows I was looking forward to more of the same instead of waiting to claim my husbandly rights. At the same time I still somehow managed to keep repeating to myself that everything would be resolved once we were husband and wife. I didn't even worry that she had omitted the word 'obey' from her vows and left it in mine.
The reception ended late. We had a room in the same large hotel where the hall was, so my bride and I simply had to go upstairs to begin our honeymoon. When we got there I was nervous. Danita made a joke about how she should have married Big G so she could have a real cock whenever she wanted. I felt my imagined rosy future slipping away from me. The other scenario, in which I longed just to be allowed to wank off, even if I had to slurp up my spunk from between my spouse's impressively large ass halves, that scenario began to seem like the reality I would be living. I knew that by the end of that night my fate would be sealed one way or the other. Danita made more cruel comments about my lack of manhood. She commanded me to get naked and then undress her. As I slowly stripped her down to her wildly sexy lingerie my penis rose to its full, unimpressive four inches, with no thickness to compensate for its shortness. She pointed at it and laughed out loud. To my horror I lost my erection. I stood there with my dick wilting and her mood turned suddenly stormy.
Danita snapped at me, "Get that puny, poor excuse for a cock hard right now or I'll NEVER let you put it inside my precious pussy. NOT EVER. Do you hear me, little man? Man? I should call you 'boy'. I'm married to a dinky dicked, loser, wimp, boy. Damn you, it's getting even smaller. Looks like it's going to crawl up inside you and hide. If I don't see a stiffy in one minute you'll be cut off permanently. Your part in this marriage will be keeping my pussy entertained with your mouth and paying all the bills I run up. Now do it, wimpy, or you're O-U-T of luck in the bedroom." She had gotten me so upset that there was no hope for a recovery. I stammered out a confused plea but that only made her mock my new speech impediment. I stuttered and gasped and stammered some more as the final minute to my deadline came and went. I stood there, naked before my stunningly curvaceous bride and began to sob. She sneered at me and snarled, "That's it, you pathetic little nothing. I'm calling Big G. He said he would be at the hotel bar downstairs for a while. That's the only way I'll get any real sex tonight."
I dropped to my knees, naked, before my furious and imposing wife. Tears slid down my cheeks as I begged her not to make that call. But she delighted in taking her cellphone, hitting his pre-set number, and waiting for him to answer, which he did promptly. And yes, he was still in the building, and no he didn't mind at all coming upstairs to see his former lover. I tried to rise but she told me to stay where I was because it looked natural for me to be on my knees. "That's where I failure like you belongs," she said without pity. "You'll be spending plenty of time like that, dinky boy." I wept openly, unable to control my emotions. All I wanted was to slip under the sheets with my desirable Danita and possess her, please her, and never stop loving her. Instead, I was waiting for the arrival of another man who was going to enjoy her body in my place, who was going to have sex with her in our honeymoon suite, on our wedding night. There was a loud knock on the door and a gruff masculine voice said, "Yo, 'Nita. Open up and let me in." My beloved scowled at me and, with a devilish smile, said, "YOU go and open the door, you impotent gimp."
Trembling uncontrollably, I walked unsteadily to the door, put my hand on the knob, hesitated for only a second, and opened it. Looking down at me was Big G. He grinned evilly and pushed past, grabbing me by the ear as he strode toward my wife, dragging me along. I yelped and whimpered as he reached her, kicked my feet out from under me, and wrapped her in his powerful arms. Then he kissed her hard on the mouth, the way I was no longer allowed to, and his big strong hands ran up and down her full figure. I wept fresh tears and looked up at them from on my hands and knees. Big G kicked me in the side and knocked me over. He planted his foot solidly in the middle of my narrow hairless chest and eyed my shriveled, useless penis. "Damn, Nita, no wonder you wanted me up here. That boy ain't got nothin' between his skinny white legs. You need some heavy meat to keep you happy, woman." "I know, G. Just like it used to be." She kissed him as passionately as he had kissed her. Danita's hand went brazenly to his crotch, her plumpish fingers pawing him there. She sank to her knees and unzipped his fly. To my horror, as I lay there still pinned by his weight, she reached into his trousers and freed and cock that was over seven inches long. My new wife put her mouth on his dark organ and sucked it with enthusiasm. He nodded and said, "Nita, you always was a real whore when you got my cock between them pillow lips of yours. Keep it up, baby." Her head moved forward and back as she expertly fellated him. My stomach turned over at the sight. She had never even gotten her mouth anywhere near my dick, unless it was to blow air teasingly on it. She was so desirable in just lingerie and boots, her incredible curves on display.
"That's right," Big G said approvingly. "Get it down in yo' throat, ho. Ha!" She happily continued taking his entire length until he soon told her to stop. When she freed his Black cock I saw it for the first time fully hard. It was more than nine thick inches long. And VERY thick. She kissed his balls worshipfully until he pushed her head away, saying, "Honey, we got to get right to the main act or I'm gonna shoot all over your pretty face." She smiled up at him and replied, "You can if you want to, G. I'll do anything for you." "I know you will, baby, but right now I need to stuff my bone into your sweet hole." She grinned at his crude declaration, then rose slowly, sliding her body against his. He at last took his foot off my chest and they moved toward the bedroom. Big G looked back disdainfully at me and said, "Get in here with us, boy. You gonna see how this woman needs to get what you ain't got to give her." I struggled to my feet and followed on rubbery legs.
Danita stood by the bed and chuckled at my helplessness. "Come on, wimp hubby. Take my panties off me so G can do the deed." I got down on one knee and worked the sheer, satiny bit of material down her long, well made legs and held it while she stepped free. Then she got onto the huge bed on her back. Big G looked at her hungrily and then decided out loud, "If your pussy is going to take my big Black cock, you gonna need to be good and wet." "Just being with you has me wet." "Yeah, but it'll work better if yo' dickless husband puts his mouth down there and gets you extra wet. He's gonna make it so we can screw better, Nita." She laughed loudly. "That is too freaking perfect, G. You're some kind of genius." "Yeah, baby, I am." And to me he said, "You heard, boy. Get that sissy mouth busy and juice yo wife up for my cock."
Feeling dizzy, I did as I was told. That brawny Black man could have beaten me until I cried without even trying. I assumed my familiar position and began tonguing Danita's pink labia. I got her wet, as instructed, and moved away when Big G ordered. He made me kneel alongside the bed, level with their hips, so I wouldn't miss anything. Then he put himself between her shapely legs, set the tip of his monster cock against its target, and thrust into her. With three jerks of his muscular hips he buried himself all the way inside her. She squealed and urged him to go on. He began to pump, slowly, then furiously, then slowly again. Keeping her aroused but not finishing her. He said, "You ever gonna let that weakling husband of yours have you, Nita?" "Never, G. He won't ever feel the inside of my pussy with his tiny dick again. The only thing he'll put in there is his tongue." "Or his nose," Big G offered. She laughed and said, "You're so funny, G. My idiot husband is never funny like that." Then he resumed his deep thrusting and they didn't talk anymore. It went on and on as I watched, unable to look away, and knew my love life would never be anything but unresisting servitude the woman I desired so desperately. I would be able to see her, touch her, and taste her, but never own her sexually.
At last the untiring Black stud finished. He pushed her into a screaming climax and then let himself spurt, emptying his heavy balls. I couldn't help but compare us, aware of his superior size, stamina and technique. There was no way that I could compete, not that I would ever get the chance. They slowed down, shared a deep kiss, and then rolled apart. Danita lay there panting softly, her pussy overflowing with thick cum. Big G gave me a threatening glare and said, "You get up here right now, you nobody, and clean up this beautiful woman's pussy with yo mouth. Do it, boy. Lick up all of my good rich stuff. Maybe if you do it real quick she won't get knocked up."
I knew my lapping out his mess from my bride's body wouldn't prevent a possible pregnancy. But his words did put the image into my mind of lovely Danita becoming heavy with his child, her already impressively large breasts growing heavier. I pictured us showing off 'our' baby and everyone seeing that it was not mine. My tongue came out and I obediently swabbed her clean, gathering and gulping down, with my throat constricting, the generous load just jetted into her by the man who had taken away my beloved Danita. And I knew that it would stay that way, most likely getting worse and worse, for the many long years of wedded life ahead of me.
Danita seemed to read my thoughts. She said, "Don't worry, dinky. After a few months of not getting to empty your miniature balls, of having them ache all the time, of not being able to stop thinking about sex and getting some relief -- cause you ain't even going to be allowed to jerk off for at least that long -- you'll learn to enjoy being my pussy boy and eating the cream pies that Big G makes. Then, after a few more months, you'll learn to love it. Oh, you'll still hate the idea, and the mean ways I'm going to treat you, and all the games we play to remind you that you're just here for me to be cruel to. But that life will get to be normal for you and, with no chance of having anything better, you'll really get to like it in a perverted way. I'll have your mind so turned around that eating my ass will seem like a reward for being such a good bed slave to G and me. And then, when you're finally able to get some small satisfaction out of the scraps we toss you, I'll make your life even worse, and make you all miserable again, and laugh when you cry and beg and embarrass yourself by being such a hopeless mess. Yeah, there's all kinds of shit we can do to you. Isn't that right, G?"
"Oh yeah, baby. I'm getting' some good thoughts on that right now, just seein' how far you wanna go. And I can see it turns you on. So, cause I wanna keep you turned on, and the better I hurt this fool the hotter it'll get you, we're gonna do every kind of shit we can think of to ruin Mr. Crybaby's life, to not let him have even a dollar in his pocket, and to make him look like a clown in front of all our friends. Hey, we can start by letting your Maid of Honor, Felicia, do whatever she likes to him for a whole weekend, while we go on a little honeymoon and spend his money. Ha!" "Ohhhh, G," she responded lovingly. "You're the best. And you're right. Screwing him over and messing with his head do get me wet and make me want to jump into bed with you and your huge Black cock. We are gonna have some in-freaking-ing-credible fun together." "Yeah," the conquering Black man said to my wife, "happily ever after."
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Then there was our sex life. She loved foreplay. That is, she loved me performing it on her, especially using my mouth all over her body. Naturally, I was thrilled to suck her large nipples, kiss her full thighs, and eat her savory pussy. The problem was that she wasn't returning any favors. Danita would just lie back and purr as I worked my way up and down her generous contours, my lips and tongue never stopping. She instructed me, telling me to speed up or slow down, to stay where I was or change location. It felt strange to be a sort of living sex toy for her but, like I said, I was under her spell. Beyond foreplay there was the main event but she ran the show there, too. Danita would allow me to penetrate her. But she made snide remarks about how small my penis is while I was trying to enjoy myself. That always upset my mood and made it difficult for me to finish. She would postpone my pleasure that way and then suddenly announce, "Time's up, loverboy. You've had enough fun with my sweet spot. Now you can get your face back down between my legs and give me some more tongue loving. That feels better than having your skinny four inches in me anyway."
I was humiliated but responded by trying harder to satisfy her orally. Guess I was afraid of getting more rejection, maybe of being shut out of her life, which was unthinkable. I was determined to keep her and would have done just about anything. She must have sensed that because soon we entered a new stage of our relationship. I had been getting to finish inside her about once a week. It wasn't nearly enough, and had me horny most of the time. But when Danita took pity and let me finish one evening, after hours of pleasuring her with my mouth, I got a surprise. She told me, "I still need more, baby. If you don't want me to get it from somebody else, you better get busy again being my licky-licky boy." I was confused and said, "But dear, you're all messy down there. I just finished inside you." "Did you? I thought that was maybe what happened, but it's hard to tell with your dick being so shrimpy." She chuckled nastily. "Anyway, you have to give me another orgasm." "Okay. Just go over to the bathroom and clean up first." "WHAT? Are you trying to ruin my mood? Do you want me to go back to the lover I had before, Big G? He had a huge cock and knew how to make me cum without having to lick my slit. Are you going to go down on me right now or do I walk out of here?"
That was the turning point, I can see now. Instead of refusing like a real man would have done, I wimped out and got my face back in front of her used pussy. I could smell the saltiness of my ejaculate, see it a drop leaking out. It wasn't a huge load. My balls are small even in proportion to my undersized penis, and I've never been able to produce much semen. She pressed her heavy thighs against the sides of my head and, even though I had finished so recently, a jolt of sexual electricity shot through me. My dick, shrunken to almost nothing after I shot off, twitched. I groaned at what I was about to do but then stuck out my tongue and got my first unwelcome taste of jizz. It was awful but I was so anxious about pleasing Danita that it seemed less like I was debasing myself and more like I was making a noble sacrifice, demonstrating the depth of my love for her. She moaned happily as I continued and that made my heart leap. I was winning her back after she almost left me for a guy she used to date. In my confusion I felt victorious and kept going, cleaning up and swallowing every drop of cum, as well as giving her not one but two climaxes.
When it was over she let me snuggle against her, sucking at her breast like a baby while she stroked my head. Danita told me gently, "Now you behave like a good boy all the time and I'll keep letting you have fun with me. But if you get out of line, you can get out of bed and STAY out." I meekly replied that I was sorry (for what?) and would do whatever she wanted (words I would soon regret). Danita cooed prettily and said, "That's better, Mr. Tongue. You can make up for getting me pissed by kissing my ass." She rolled away from me and settled on her belly. Then she made me take my pillow and slip it under her broad hips, so that her magnificent ass was elevated. "Go ahead," she insisted. "Get your lips on my big soft butt cheeks." I had never done that before. I swallowed with difficulty and tried to say something, to object, but no words came. I suppose I swallowed my pride at the same time because the next thing I knew my lips were pressed against one of Danita's well upholstered buttocks and then the other. She kept me at it for a while and then pointed out, "You're being shy, dinky dick. You're skipping the best spot. Get down in the valley." The valley? She wanted me to kiss her THERE? I felt queasy but moved to the deep crevice and pressed my features into the narrow humid space. I kissed my way up and down the depth of her ass. After the satisfaction I had given her earlier she was quite sweaty in there. Nevertheless, I kept kissing. Danita sighed and wriggled her hips. Again I was greedy for approval and accepted my humiliation as if it was a good thing.
After a while she finally spoke again. "I'll almost ready to forgive you, dinky. Just one more thing. Get your tongue right in the middle of my ass and give me one more kiss. A long DEEP kiss. Understand?" Without stopping my kissing I managed a smothered "Uh huh" of assent. She giggled and pushed her bottom up slightly. I told myself it wouldn't last too long and that after it was over it would never happen again. Then I probed her with my tongue. In and out. I rimmed her. She told me to keep switching back and forth between the two techniques. I obeyed mindlessly, still telling myself this would not be repeated. She kept me at it for nearly an hour. The stimulation brought her to several peaks of arousal. She made a joke about them being like orgasms, but in the backside, and called them 'ass-gasms'. I shrunk up inside but didn't stop or even slow down. At last she turned back over, made me remove the pillow, and had me give her pussy another thorough lapping until she scored one more wet and noisy finale.
From then on I was her oral body slave, with my own orgasms becoming increasingly rare. She claimed that I performed better when I was horny and teased me sexually, blowing in my ears, talking dirty, letting me dry hump against her pliant thigh, and teasing my nipples. That last trick really stimulated me. Danita would permit me to assume the missionary position and put the tip of my dick into the vestibule of her vagina, so that I could feel its wetness, warmth and softness, but without going any further. While I was like that, aching for release, she would finger my nipples, doubling and tripling my arousal. She would taunt me about my small penis and how I reacted 'like a girl' when she played with my 'titties'. She even threw in remarks about Big G and how well hung he was and how he never let her push him around. I was shamed but took it all. She had a knack for finding my limits and pushing me past them.
Then came the biggest shock of our relationship until then. Danita announced to me one night, while I had my face buried between the mounds of her rump, that we were getting married. I was stunned but happy. Somehow I convinced myself that what she meant was that we were getting married and then would live like a normal couple, as equals, with each of us keeping the other contented in bed, rather than me doing all the giving and her all the taking. I was overjoyed, though I knew better than to take my tongue out of her asshole to tell her so. It wasn't until I was finished doing that, along with eating her pussy (which she no longer bothered to keep clean) that I was able to say yes. When I tried to kiss her she said, "In case you haven't noticed, dinky boy, I haven't been letting you kiss me since you became my ass muncher. No kissing above the waist. Right?" My thinking was clouded by love, devotion and unrealistic optimism when I told her I understood that I wasn't permitted to kiss her, even though we were then engaged. She snickered and said, "You're trying so hard, dinky. You'll never be good enough, but it's cute to watch you struggle. And hey, maybe if you buy me some pretty things I'll let you jerk off and squirt your squirt between my gorgeous ass cheeks before you sink your face in there. How does that sound, dinky mouse?" It didn't make sense but I felt overjoyed and told her, "Whatever you want, Danita." She replied, "You don't know the half of it, dinky wimp." I hated that she wouldn't stop calling me those insulting names but, at the same time, I somehow made myself believe that she was being affectionate, that romance would soon bloom, and that we were going to have a wonderful, traditional marriage.
***
Three weeks later we were wed. The ceremony was held in a hall that doubled as the reception space. It saved money, which I appreciated because not only had I been buying Danita the pretty things she demanded, but she was spending my money carelessly too. I was uneasy at the ceremony. She wore white boots with stacked heels that made her tower over me. Though she had told me to keep my guest list small, Danita had invited a crowd of her rowdy friends. Worst of all, she insisted on picking the wedding party. Her Maid of Honor was a girl as tall and voluptuous as herself, Felicia. And the Best Man turned out to be Big G, a muscular Black man, taller even than Danita in heels, who glowered at me like he wanted to take me apart with his bare hands, which he appeared capable of doing.
After the wedding our reception turned into a party. Danita danced with plenty of guys, bumping hips on the fast numbers and clinging to them on the slow ones. She made me dance only with Felicia, who rubbed lewdly against me and kept me overly excited the entire time. Danita had forbidden me to have any orgasms for 21 days beforehand. In fact, the last one I'd had was when, as offered, she made me wank off into the cleft of her butt and then go down on her perspiring, unwashed ass. I had been thinking about my submissive performance ever since and, because I was endlessly serving her, being teased in bed, seeing her in revealing clothing, and not getting any release myself, the disgusting way she had made me worship her ass was gradually, in my mind, turned into something desirable. As we exchanged our vows I was looking forward to more of the same instead of waiting to claim my husbandly rights. At the same time I still somehow managed to keep repeating to myself that everything would be resolved once we were husband and wife. I didn't even worry that she had omitted the word 'obey' from her vows and left it in mine.
The reception ended late. We had a room in the same large hotel where the hall was, so my bride and I simply had to go upstairs to begin our honeymoon. When we got there I was nervous. Danita made a joke about how she should have married Big G so she could have a real cock whenever she wanted. I felt my imagined rosy future slipping away from me. The other scenario, in which I longed just to be allowed to wank off, even if I had to slurp up my spunk from between my spouse's impressively large ass halves, that scenario began to seem like the reality I would be living. I knew that by the end of that night my fate would be sealed one way or the other. Danita made more cruel comments about my lack of manhood. She commanded me to get naked and then undress her. As I slowly stripped her down to her wildly sexy lingerie my penis rose to its full, unimpressive four inches, with no thickness to compensate for its shortness. She pointed at it and laughed out loud. To my horror I lost my erection. I stood there with my dick wilting and her mood turned suddenly stormy.
Danita snapped at me, "Get that puny, poor excuse for a cock hard right now or I'll NEVER let you put it inside my precious pussy. NOT EVER. Do you hear me, little man? Man? I should call you 'boy'. I'm married to a dinky dicked, loser, wimp, boy. Damn you, it's getting even smaller. Looks like it's going to crawl up inside you and hide. If I don't see a stiffy in one minute you'll be cut off permanently. Your part in this marriage will be keeping my pussy entertained with your mouth and paying all the bills I run up. Now do it, wimpy, or you're O-U-T of luck in the bedroom." She had gotten me so upset that there was no hope for a recovery. I stammered out a confused plea but that only made her mock my new speech impediment. I stuttered and gasped and stammered some more as the final minute to my deadline came and went. I stood there, naked before my stunningly curvaceous bride and began to sob. She sneered at me and snarled, "That's it, you pathetic little nothing. I'm calling Big G. He said he would be at the hotel bar downstairs for a while. That's the only way I'll get any real sex tonight."
I dropped to my knees, naked, before my furious and imposing wife. Tears slid down my cheeks as I begged her not to make that call. But she delighted in taking her cellphone, hitting his pre-set number, and waiting for him to answer, which he did promptly. And yes, he was still in the building, and no he didn't mind at all coming upstairs to see his former lover. I tried to rise but she told me to stay where I was because it looked natural for me to be on my knees. "That's where I failure like you belongs," she said without pity. "You'll be spending plenty of time like that, dinky boy." I wept openly, unable to control my emotions. All I wanted was to slip under the sheets with my desirable Danita and possess her, please her, and never stop loving her. Instead, I was waiting for the arrival of another man who was going to enjoy her body in my place, who was going to have sex with her in our honeymoon suite, on our wedding night. There was a loud knock on the door and a gruff masculine voice said, "Yo, 'Nita. Open up and let me in." My beloved scowled at me and, with a devilish smile, said, "YOU go and open the door, you impotent gimp."
Trembling uncontrollably, I walked unsteadily to the door, put my hand on the knob, hesitated for only a second, and opened it. Looking down at me was Big G. He grinned evilly and pushed past, grabbing me by the ear as he strode toward my wife, dragging me along. I yelped and whimpered as he reached her, kicked my feet out from under me, and wrapped her in his powerful arms. Then he kissed her hard on the mouth, the way I was no longer allowed to, and his big strong hands ran up and down her full figure. I wept fresh tears and looked up at them from on my hands and knees. Big G kicked me in the side and knocked me over. He planted his foot solidly in the middle of my narrow hairless chest and eyed my shriveled, useless penis. "Damn, Nita, no wonder you wanted me up here. That boy ain't got nothin' between his skinny white legs. You need some heavy meat to keep you happy, woman." "I know, G. Just like it used to be." She kissed him as passionately as he had kissed her. Danita's hand went brazenly to his crotch, her plumpish fingers pawing him there. She sank to her knees and unzipped his fly. To my horror, as I lay there still pinned by his weight, she reached into his trousers and freed and cock that was over seven inches long. My new wife put her mouth on his dark organ and sucked it with enthusiasm. He nodded and said, "Nita, you always was a real whore when you got my cock between them pillow lips of yours. Keep it up, baby." Her head moved forward and back as she expertly fellated him. My stomach turned over at the sight. She had never even gotten her mouth anywhere near my dick, unless it was to blow air teasingly on it. She was so desirable in just lingerie and boots, her incredible curves on display.
"That's right," Big G said approvingly. "Get it down in yo' throat, ho. Ha!" She happily continued taking his entire length until he soon told her to stop. When she freed his Black cock I saw it for the first time fully hard. It was more than nine thick inches long. And VERY thick. She kissed his balls worshipfully until he pushed her head away, saying, "Honey, we got to get right to the main act or I'm gonna shoot all over your pretty face." She smiled up at him and replied, "You can if you want to, G. I'll do anything for you." "I know you will, baby, but right now I need to stuff my bone into your sweet hole." She grinned at his crude declaration, then rose slowly, sliding her body against his. He at last took his foot off my chest and they moved toward the bedroom. Big G looked back disdainfully at me and said, "Get in here with us, boy. You gonna see how this woman needs to get what you ain't got to give her." I struggled to my feet and followed on rubbery legs.
Danita stood by the bed and chuckled at my helplessness. "Come on, wimp hubby. Take my panties off me so G can do the deed." I got down on one knee and worked the sheer, satiny bit of material down her long, well made legs and held it while she stepped free. Then she got onto the huge bed on her back. Big G looked at her hungrily and then decided out loud, "If your pussy is going to take my big Black cock, you gonna need to be good and wet." "Just being with you has me wet." "Yeah, but it'll work better if yo' dickless husband puts his mouth down there and gets you extra wet. He's gonna make it so we can screw better, Nita." She laughed loudly. "That is too freaking perfect, G. You're some kind of genius." "Yeah, baby, I am." And to me he said, "You heard, boy. Get that sissy mouth busy and juice yo wife up for my cock."
Feeling dizzy, I did as I was told. That brawny Black man could have beaten me until I cried without even trying. I assumed my familiar position and began tonguing Danita's pink labia. I got her wet, as instructed, and moved away when Big G ordered. He made me kneel alongside the bed, level with their hips, so I wouldn't miss anything. Then he put himself between her shapely legs, set the tip of his monster cock against its target, and thrust into her. With three jerks of his muscular hips he buried himself all the way inside her. She squealed and urged him to go on. He began to pump, slowly, then furiously, then slowly again. Keeping her aroused but not finishing her. He said, "You ever gonna let that weakling husband of yours have you, Nita?" "Never, G. He won't ever feel the inside of my pussy with his tiny dick again. The only thing he'll put in there is his tongue." "Or his nose," Big G offered. She laughed and said, "You're so funny, G. My idiot husband is never funny like that." Then he resumed his deep thrusting and they didn't talk anymore. It went on and on as I watched, unable to look away, and knew my love life would never be anything but unresisting servitude the woman I desired so desperately. I would be able to see her, touch her, and taste her, but never own her sexually.
At last the untiring Black stud finished. He pushed her into a screaming climax and then let himself spurt, emptying his heavy balls. I couldn't help but compare us, aware of his superior size, stamina and technique. There was no way that I could compete, not that I would ever get the chance. They slowed down, shared a deep kiss, and then rolled apart. Danita lay there panting softly, her pussy overflowing with thick cum. Big G gave me a threatening glare and said, "You get up here right now, you nobody, and clean up this beautiful woman's pussy with yo mouth. Do it, boy. Lick up all of my good rich stuff. Maybe if you do it real quick she won't get knocked up."
I knew my lapping out his mess from my bride's body wouldn't prevent a possible pregnancy. But his words did put the image into my mind of lovely Danita becoming heavy with his child, her already impressively large breasts growing heavier. I pictured us showing off 'our' baby and everyone seeing that it was not mine. My tongue came out and I obediently swabbed her clean, gathering and gulping down, with my throat constricting, the generous load just jetted into her by the man who had taken away my beloved Danita. And I knew that it would stay that way, most likely getting worse and worse, for the many long years of wedded life ahead of me.
Danita seemed to read my thoughts. She said, "Don't worry, dinky. After a few months of not getting to empty your miniature balls, of having them ache all the time, of not being able to stop thinking about sex and getting some relief -- cause you ain't even going to be allowed to jerk off for at least that long -- you'll learn to enjoy being my pussy boy and eating the cream pies that Big G makes. Then, after a few more months, you'll learn to love it. Oh, you'll still hate the idea, and the mean ways I'm going to treat you, and all the games we play to remind you that you're just here for me to be cruel to. But that life will get to be normal for you and, with no chance of having anything better, you'll really get to like it in a perverted way. I'll have your mind so turned around that eating my ass will seem like a reward for being such a good bed slave to G and me. And then, when you're finally able to get some small satisfaction out of the scraps we toss you, I'll make your life even worse, and make you all miserable again, and laugh when you cry and beg and embarrass yourself by being such a hopeless mess. Yeah, there's all kinds of shit we can do to you. Isn't that right, G?"
"Oh yeah, baby. I'm getting' some good thoughts on that right now, just seein' how far you wanna go. And I can see it turns you on. So, cause I wanna keep you turned on, and the better I hurt this fool the hotter it'll get you, we're gonna do every kind of shit we can think of to ruin Mr. Crybaby's life, to not let him have even a dollar in his pocket, and to make him look like a clown in front of all our friends. Hey, we can start by letting your Maid of Honor, Felicia, do whatever she likes to him for a whole weekend, while we go on a little honeymoon and spend his money. Ha!" "Ohhhh, G," she responded lovingly. "You're the best. And you're right. Screwing him over and messing with his head do get me wet and make me want to jump into bed with you and your huge Black cock. We are gonna have some in-freaking-ing-credible fun together." "Yeah," the conquering Black man said to my wife, "happily ever after."
The End ???
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