This is a fictional story. All characters are over 18. The story includes sections of incest, forced-bi and cuckoldry. If you are not into those type of things you do best to read something else, but if you are -- go nuts and enjoy!
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It's been five weeks since my wife Jessica succumbed to black cock and our family was claimed by the older black dom Tyrell and his gang. He put our daughter Emma in charge of the family and set up rules for us to follow.
Rule 1: Pubic area must be shaved every day.
Rule 2: Panties, boxers and briefs are not allowed.
Rule 3: Our front door must always be open.
Rule 4: We are to submit to anyone coming into our house.
Rule 5: I am not allowed to cum unless given permission.
Emma took it upon herself to expand the last rule to Jessica as well.
It didn't even take 24 hours until the first man entered our house to check if we followed the rules and use us for his own sexual needs. Early on, Jessica and I tried to figure out a way to get us out of this situation, but every plan got abandoned as soon as we let our desires take over. Eventually, we gave up trying and surrendered to this new way of life.
Since then, many have come, cum and gone. There weren't people coming every day, but at least two or three times per week. Most of the time it was just one black guy, but sometimes there were several. The record was five guys. That night, my wife and daughter had to work hard to ensure everyone was happy when they left the house. I was then tasked to clean up the cum from their drenched bodies. I was burping cum for several days afterwards.
That brings me to the next point. I haven't been allowed to cum even once during these weeks. In fact, I haven't been allowed to cum in the weeks before either. My balls are so blue that I can hardly walk. I am constantly leaking pre-cum and the slightest touch send my penis straight to the edge of orgasm. Not that anyone gives a damn.
Emma and her two friends Amy and Lisa were the ones who originally cuckolded me for a good year before my wife got involved. They now love that Jessica is part of the group as well. One time they came over to our house and the three 19-year-old girls had a lesbian orgy with Jessica. That was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Especially Amy, who loved to torment me, had such an electric chemistry with my wife. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to participate but was instructed to sit naked and not touch anyone, including myself. At the end of the night, I was forced to lick up the puddle of pre-cum I had leaked.
The one person we had not heard or seen over the past five weeks was Tyrell. I was relieved for every day that passed without seeing him. Both times I met him he had punched me out, one of them so hard I passed out. However, I had overheard Jessica confessing that she was longing for his cock when I spied on Emma rubbing her mom's clit to orgasm. We didn't know it yet, but tonight her wish would come true.
It was Saturday morning, and we are having a family breakfast in the kitchen when we heard the front door open. We are surprised to hear the sound stiletto heels on the hardwood floor growing louder and louder. Around the corner comes a beautiful black woman in her early thirties. She's wearing a blue velvet dress and has curly hair that ends just below her shoulders.
"Is this how you greet your superiors?" she says in a stern voice to the three of us sitting in surprised silence.
This was the first time a single woman had entered our house and I think we are all just passively assessing the situation at first, but her dominant comment snaps us out of it and the three of us spring into action.
We almost jump out of our chairs with words like "sorry, ma'am", "please forgive us" and so on. We line up in front of her and pull down our trousers, shorts and whatever, exposing our shaved private parts as we kneel in front of her. This is a process that we have become accustomed to over the past weeks.
"Tyrell is requesting your presence tonight," she says once she was satisfied with our display.
"Yes, mam," we all say at the same time.
"Are you excited white sluts?" she asks.
"YES, MA'AM!" we all say again. Emma and Jessica shouting enthusiastically whereas I try my best to not let my hesitation shine through.
"I don't care," she responds dismissively. "White wholes don't have feelings; they just do as they are told."
"Yes, ma'am," we confirm yet again.
"He will pick you up at ten. You will be ready and wear this."
With that, three handsome young black guys in black suits walk in. Each of them carries some neatly folded clothes, a pair of shoes and what looks like a black choker necklace carefully placed at the top of the pile. The men put the clothes in front each of us and walk away. The woman follows them out of the house. Before she turns the corner, she leaves us with two parting words.
"Be prepared!"
As the door closes behind her, we all relax, stand up and pull our pants back up. I pick up the pile of clothes in front of me. A pair of loafers and a blue linen shirt. Looks ok at first sight. To that, a pair of thin linen trousers. This could be an outfit I had chosen myself had it not been for being forced to go commando with a constantly leaking cock.
It's obvious why these pants were chosen for me. The fabric will show off my mid-sized penis and the slightest erection will be clear for all to see. Not to mention every drop of pre-cum will leave a clear and visible patch. If I'm leaking like I usually am the whole crotch area will be soaked in no time, humiliating me beyond belief.
My fear of what the night will hold for me grows larger as I pick up the choker necklace. It's a black leather type and as I turn it around, I see gold letters spelling, "The cuckold husband". I feel shivers running down my spine as my whole body goes cold. Why do I need to be branded like this? What type of situation will I be put in? Will it even be safe?
"That will suit you sooooo well," Emma exclaims as her happy voice wakes me from my disturbing thoughts.
"uhm, thanks," I respond hesitatively but still somewhat proud to have her approval.
"Don't you think so mom?" she continued.
"Mmm," Jessica responds, just as distracted as me.
"Mom!" Emma tries again. "Dad's necklace, doesn't it suit him?"
Jessica looks up, and as she read the text I can see a twinkle in her eyes, indicating that she has come back from her daydream.
"That will be perfect for him," my wife giggles.
"What does yours say?" she continues, asking Emma.
My sexy daughter holds up her choker just above her round, perky tits whose contours are hugged by her thin t-shirt.
"The slut daughter," she says excitingly, with a big grin.
"And yours, mom?"
Jessica lifted her necklace in a similar fashion.
"The slut wife," she says, and can't help but smile. "I guess Tyrell has all three of us figured out."
"Well, it's probably not that hard," Emma responds jokingly.
With that, they leave the kitchen and let me clean up the mess. The rest of the day goes painfully slow. I try my best to keep the darkest thoughts out of my head and focus on my daily tasks and making lunch and dinner. It works most of the time, but every once in a while, my mind races, thinking what I can be forced to do tonight and how I might be humiliated.
My wife and daughter keep themselves busy by grooming every part of their body, choosing the right make-up, and styling their hair. Typical girl stuff that easily takes most of the day. As the ten o'clock deadline draws nearer, I shower and shave one last time to ensure I am up to Tyrell's standards, but other than that I don't prepare in any particular way.
After the shower I put on the clothes that were selected for me. First the shirt and then the trousers. When I see myself in the mirror it looks even more humiliating than I had thought. The shirt is small and ends just above the pants. So, I can forget any support by hiding my erection with the shirt. In fact, if I stand straight there is even an inch of skin between where the shirt ends and the trousers start, giving off a clear gay vibe.
The trousers, in turn, are tighter than I had imagined. Even flaccid, my package is clearly outlined for all to see. If erect, it will be a ridiculously embarrassing sight. It was not like I can wear something else though, so I will just have to try to not think about it, and not get an erection. Like that will be even remotely possible.
I look at the choker laying on the sink. It repulses me that I will have to wear it in public. On top of my already humiliating outfit, no less. I take a deep breath and pick it up. Although every fiber of my mind is fighting my hands, my subconscious knows that I have no choice. I tighten the buckle and correct it, so the text is in front.
I hesitate, but slowly lift my eyes and look at myself in the mirror. There it is. The cuckold husband. Clear for all to see and for all to know from the very second they lay their eyes on me. I look away again, not wanting to see it. I bow my head in shame, feeling the sting of defeat even before the night has started. I walk out of the bathroom and let out a sad sigh as I look down at my trousers where a wet spot has already started to form.
When I come back downstairs Emma and Jessica already have their outfits on and are waiting in the living room with a glass of wine. I must stop at the bottom step of the stairs and gasp for air. They are the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Both are wearing their stilettos and red dresses. Emma's dress is made from some sort of thin satin fabric with broad stripes where every other stripe is non-see through, and the others are sheer and very see-though.
