Shelly and "Jenny's" Story Pt. 02

I saw my wife leaving out of the corner of my eye, and I knew it was time. I hadn't spent 15 years at this company to be fired for no fucking reason. I was a man, and I was going to take what I deserved. I had already decided I was going to talk to Marcus at this party, but when I looked around I couldn't find him. Instead, I found Chantlle, Marcus' wife by the bar. Chantelle is a stunning chocolate beauty, and stands at six feet tall. Today, she was standing even taller with sparkly platform heels. Her breasts are solid double D's and she was wearing a black string bikini showing off everything for the party-goers. This wasn't abnormal—Marcus liked showing off Chantelle's body, and she clearly had no problem exposing everything for the guests. With a sexy and tight body like that, why would she? Maybe I could talk to Chantelle to talk to Marcus on my behalf, I thought—it couldn't hurt.

"Hey Chantelle," I said to her as I apporached. I could smell the girly perfume as I neared; damn she smells good. "Hey James," She replied.

"Listen," I said, "I need to talk to you about something at work. You think we can go chat somewhere more private." She nodded—"this is about the promotion, huh?" I was surprised, but I shouldn't have been. Chantelle was heavily involved with the company and often knew a lot about the goings-ons. I shook my head to indicate that it was, and she replied, "well then we should definitely discuss in private."

She led me toward the staircase at the back of the house. I thought we were going to step into the library, but instead she started heading upstairs and I followed. As I followed her up the stairs, I couldn't help but stare at her perfectly toned ass straining the barely-there bikini bottom. Fuck, I thought, that is a sexy woman with a perfect butt. I didn't even think where I was going—I just followed the ass to the second floor, and then to a room on the right. I had been to Marcus' house a ton of times, but never been to the second floor, and definitely not this room—which appeared to the be master bedroom.

The room was massive, with a large dark-chocolate California King bed, a large screen tv, and mirrors on every wall. Chantelle took my hand and led me toward the bed. When we reached it, she turned around—she towered over my 5'8'' frame. "Listen, James. The problem is you're not going to get promoted the way you're going. You're actually on the verge of being fired. I know a way you can save your career though. See, Marcus loves women"—I nodded of course he does, he has sexy women around him all the time. "But the thing is," she continued, "is that he likes men that look like women even more."

What!? That couldn't be. Marcus was straight, I had seen him hit on women in the office, and here was his sexy wife Chantelle, clearly a woman. She looked at the perplexed expression I had, and took my hand and brought it toward her vagina. But as my hand reached the swimsuit fabric, I felt a slight lump. She used my hand to pull her swimsuit bottom to the side, and I realized what was going on. She had a penis, but it was taped up so that she could look smooth in a bikini bottom! Holy shit, I thought, Chantelle wasn't even a girl! She started to untape her cock, and it sprung back into place. She had a bigger cock than me, I thought—her ebony dick was probably 6 inches soft.

"You look like you've never seen a dick before," Chantelle laughed at me. "I have never touched another dick," was all I could respond."

"Listen, James," she continued." "Marcus loves himself some sissy white bois, and you have the build and looks to pull it off. The best think you can hope for is that he accepts you a sissy gurl, and keeps you with the company." I felt her dick getting hard in my hand and for some reason, I was turned on that she was turned on. "What does that entail," I asked? "Just let me take care of everything," Chantelle answered. She could sense my hesitations. "Listen, James, if you don't let me sissify you now, I'm going to tell Marcus you can up here and sexually assaulted me, so you really don't have a choice." Fuck—what have I gotten myself into, I thought?

"Fine," I responded—I had no choice after all. Chantelle took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She undressed me to where I was fully naked and looked over my body. My 5'8'' frame is slender—I only weigh about 120 pounds no matter what I eat. I have very little hair, and the first think Chantelle did was wax my public hair from my cock and my butt. It hurt a lot, but when it was done, I was entirely smooth. "James, turn around," Chantelle ordered. I did as I was told and turned around, revealing my smooth, white butt to her.

SLAP. THWACK. She slapped my right butt cheek and then my left. "James, you have a sexy, tight butt," she commented as my butt jiggled from the impact. For some reason, I was very turned on by her compliments, and smiled. "Let's clean that butt of yours," she said and led me to the toilet. She handed me an enema kit which I used to flush my bottom out until there was nothing there. It was a weird feeling filling my butt with water again and again until everything was clean, given that I had never had anything up there before. When I was down, I turned around toward Chantelle, and I could see her dick was now fully hard, and about 8 inches long, and it gave me a weird pleasure to see this sexy, beautiful black woman with a full erection from my body.

Next, she applied makeup to my face—eye shadow, lipstick, coverup. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. I looked like a slut with sexy makeup and red lipstick. Next, we went into the main room, and she pulled out a pink swimsuit, like the ones the teen servers were wearing. "Put this on," she commanded. I looked at the skimpy bikini—what the fuck? I'm not a girl, I thought, but again I realized I had no option. I let her help me into the tight little bikini, and in one of the mirrors, I caught a glimpse of myself. Damn...from behind I looked sexy as hell. The bikini bottom accentuated my perky, tight butt—I actually looked hot. If I saw someone like me around, I'd definitely think about fucking that ass. I also loved how the bikini bottom contained my semi-erect dick, and the way the silky bikini material felt on my body.

"You look like a good little white slut now," Chantelle murmured. Then, as if she realized something, she stepped into the walk-in closet and came back with a blonde wig and some high heels. As she played with the wig on my head, arranging it perfectly, I couldn't help but stare at myself in the mirror. I was a hot girl. Like, I was actually sexy. I would have wanted to have sex with me for sure. "Holy shit, Chantelle, I look like a girl," I whispered.

Just then, I realized the door to the room opened up. Fuck, how could we not lock the room! This was the most compromising position I had ever been in, how could I be so stupid? In walked Marcus, his gigantic frame barely fitting in the doorway. He stared at me and Chantelle. Fuck, I was dead meat, I thought. Here I was, dressed like a girl, and Chantelle's cock was out and hard. Marcus wasn't just going to fire me, was going to kill me.

"Hey baby," Chantelle greeted to Marcus. "I was just helping James...I mean Jenny over her find herself. Don't you think she looks sexy as hell?" He looked me over, and approached. THWACK, he smacked my ass. I could smell his rich cologne, it was intoxicating. "Jenny—you're sexier than most of the women here, you know," he barked at me. Damn...I thought. Marcus thinks I'm attractive. I was somewhat offended, but mostly just turned on. I could see it in his face—that look you get when you look at a sexy bitch who needs a big, thick dick. It was a face that said, I own you and I'm going to take you however the fuck I want.

He touched the front of my bikini bottom and my dick immediate started to get hard. "Bitch, get on your knees and suck my dick," he ordered. "But...I've never sucked a dick," I responded. Slap! He slapped me square across the face. "Don't you fucking talk back to me Jenny," he commanded. My face was ringing with pain, as I tried to focus. I didn't know what to do.

So, I did the only thing I could. I got to my knees and unzipped his pants. His enormous 12-inch dick was revealed. I had seen Marcus naked in the gym at work, but I had never seen his dick fully erect like this. His penis was bigger than my forearm! It was also sticky and wet...shit he has been fucking someone tonight, I thought, and I have to clean up. It also smelled, not badly or good—just a smell. He looked at my hesitation. "Yeah, I fucked some slut downstairs, her pussy and asshole, that's what you're smelling Jenny," he said. Fuck, I had to suck Marcus' dick covered in pussy and ass juice, I thought. What I didn't know is that my wife was the "slut" downstairs, and Marcus had creampied all her holes minutes ago.

I had seen a lot of head in porn, but I had never even seen another man's dick this close. Still, I think I knew what I was supposed to do, as I lowered his cock head toward my lipsticked lips. His giant, big black dick slowly entered my mouth, and I realized it didn't taste bad at all—it actually tasted good! Fuck, I'm suck my boss' big black cock, I thought. How the fuck did I get here.

I looked over at Chantelle, who was rubbing her dick and inserting a large dildo into her ass. She noticed my attention and got up from the bed and approached me. I continued to suck, and Marcus continued to face-fuck me with his giant cock. "I think he was jealous of my toy, Marcus," Chantelle said and she dropped to my side, and pulled my bikini bottom to the side. She took her big, black dildo, and propped it at my asshole. My eyes opened up wide. Here I was, sucking on this massive dick, and Chantelle had propped a massive dick in my virgin asshole. "Lower yourself on this dildo," she commanded. I did as I was told, lowering my slutty, white butt onto the big black dildo, while continuing to slurp on Marcus' dick."

"Man, this bitch is a real slut," Marcus panted to Chantelle. I could feel the big dildo fill my bottom as I rocked up and down it. I had never felt so full in my ass, and I fucking loved it. Chantelle jerked my dick as I rocked up and down while also sucking Marcus' dick. "Tell me you're a faggot slut for black dick," Marcus yelled. It was so demeaning, but I did as I was told—"I'm a faggot slut for your big black dick, daddy," I responded while moaning. Marcus grabbed my shoulders and pumped his ass-and-pussy juice covered dick violently into my mouth. I couldn't help by gag, and then I felt his cock quiver in my mouth and start to release ropes of hot cum in my throat. I tried to get my mouth off his dick, but he held me there, filling my mouth with so much cum that it came out the sides of my mouth. The feeling of being violated in my mouth by this powerful black man was enough to send me over the edge, and I started to cum from Chantelle jerking my little dick. It was almost comical the little amount of cum that I produced versus the enormous load that I was downing in from Marcus.

And when it was all done, I lifted my slutty ass off the dildo, and tried to swallow the giant load. "Well done, Jenny—maybe we don't have to fire you after all," Marcus grunted. He walked to the closet and came back with a lacy, white thong and bra and stockings. "I want to see you in my office on Monday morning, Jenny. Make sure you wear this, and make sure you use an enema kit before as well."

Fuck, I thought, what have I gotten myself into? I cleaned up and changed hurriedly and went to find my wife. I can't believe I had just sucked Marcus' dick, and let Chantelle fuck me with a big, black dildo. Still, the image I couldn't get out of my head was me wiggling my perky butt in the pink bikini—I looked so hot, I could get any man to fuck me when I look like that, I thought...