Extended Stay (Sissy/forced Bi Sex)

By charmer949.

I’m still pissed off because we must stay here for a month. It’s day thirteen, and I’m stuck–well, we’re stuck–at the Common Inn, a less-than-ideal extended-stay motel on the edge of Smallville. If my blowhard husband knew how to properly do his job, we’d have been home last week.

He needs someone to come along in his life who will put him in his place.

Mr. All High and Mighty. Ham–I call him behind his back.

He’s gone all day while I sit in this dumpy place with nothing to do. One of the reasons I call it dumpy is because there are two quarter-sized unrepaired holes in the wall: one in the bathroom adjacent to the toilet and the other conspicuously a straight shot across the small room from the king-size bed. I can’t tell if the bathroom hole is from a (former) fixture; plus, it’s dark on the other side. But the bedroom hole–if I didn’t know any better–almost seems like a purposely placed ‘glory-type’ hole. Gross. I filled both with tissue paper the minute I discovered them.

*****

*Neighbors*

The highlight of my day is taking out the trash. Of the three dudes next door, one of them is always home. Whenever I step outside to do anything, even empty the garbage, I can see a crack in the curtain, suggesting I’m being peered at. At first, I was creeped out, but as each guy eventually introduced themselves–and all three (Brad, Simon & Clarence) are very good-looking–I have come to enjoy getting checked out. Did I mention all three are black? Not that it matters, but there is an allure to each of them, and their fit, trim, hard bodies, and attractive faces have made me curious about the legendary tales about the size of black cocks.

I think I’m fairly good-looking. I’m slightly overweight but regularly admired for my large breasts. I wear my chestnut brunette hair straight at shoulder length–unless I’m working out in a power ponytail–with bangs down to my eyebrows. I have dark brown eyes. Guys like my butt, too. I can tell they stare at it.

So on day thirteen, as I take out the trash, I put on makeup, a low-cut blouse, and a short skirt. I see the curtain crack on the way to the dumpster, and Clarence just happens to be taking out his trash as I return to my door.

“Oh hey, hi,” he says.

“Hi, Clarence. What are you up to today?”

“Heading to work at noon. Pardon me for saying so, but you look nice today.”

“Thank You, I…er…”

I’d never stuttered in my life, but with my heart pounding and my cheeks flushing from the unexpected nice comment from Clarence, I didn’t know what to say next and re-entered the hotel room.

*****

*A Change In Scenery*

I sat on the bed, overcome by horniness, and slipped a hand inside my panties which were already moist. As I looked up, imagining Clarence naked and watching me, I saw the tissue-covered hole across from the bed. Then I made a decision I probably shouldn’t have, but fuck, I’m bored, and I shouldn’t have to just be sitting here. This decision could substantially change the future of our temporary stay, but I felt like it was just a little payback to my husband Ham for putting me…us…in this dump for a month.

I got up, walked over to the tissue hole, and removed this flimsy barrier, thereby removing my potential masturbatory privacy.

I thought my heart was pounding before. Fuck. Now it was downright racing!

I sat on the bed with my back against the headboard and spread my legs. I slipped my hand back inside my panties and began circling my clit with my saliva-wet index finger. My eyes were transfixed on the quarter-sized hole directly across from me while I fantasized about being watched. My orgasm came on very quickly as I was so fucking horny thinking about performing in front of a stranger.

And I wasn’t quiet about it. But I couldn’t help it. I’m loud when I orgasm.

I had closed my eyes just before and during the contractions. When I opened them, I could swear that the hole directly across from me was dark, suggesting I was being watched.

But it returned to light so quickly I was second-guessing what I thought I saw. I’m pretty sure Clarence just saw me masturbate to orgasm.

The thought was reinforced when he left for work and spoke outside our door.

“See you later, Lois.”

I couldn’t talk or push out a response. I was excited about what happened, but my brain was still processing everything.

He didn’t just say goodbye. He said see you later. Like maybe suggesting he would see me again. The next time I masturbated. As he saw me earlier, he told me he’d see me later.

*****

*Making a Scene*

The next day, when I emptied the garbage, Simon was milling around outside the three fellas’ door.

“Where is Clarence this morning?” I asked, pretending to be all nonchalant.

“He had to work a double shift.”

Shit, I thought. I was so horny thinking about masturbating for Clarence again that I decided I’d just go for it in front of Simon. If I could determine Simon was watching, I’d know Clarence did. If roommates talk, Simon will read the situation and show up at the peephole.

Before removing my clothes, I removed the tissue from covering the hole.

I slid right up onto the bed from directly across the hole in the wall and lubricated my preferred masturbatory middle finger. As I quickly started moaning softly, I slightly opened my eyes.

I saw! I could tell! Simon was watching!

I burst into orgasm with my brain more turned on than my vagina. I screamed Clarence’s name while cumming, either on accident or purpose. I’m not sure.

*****

*Turn down the music*

On the eve of day fourteen, my husband, Devin, came home late. I thought it was because of his deadlines, but I was nonplussed when he came in the door smelling of cheap beer. I had been listening to loud rap music through the thin walls of our three neighbors and getting tired of the pulsing bass beat that made it difficult to focus on anything.

“Go next door and tell them to turn down their very loud music,” I told him.

When he came back, he looked stressed and agitated. He entered our room and swiftly shut our door as if he was being chased.

“What happened?!”

“I can’t make them stop. Some terse words were exchanged. I probably said some things I shouldn’t have.”

“Go complain to the apartment manager.”

“I can’t. Not tonight. We’re just going to have to wear earplugs, I guess.”

*****

*Planning Ahead*

The next morning, before I took out the trash, there was a knock on our door. I looked through the peephole and saw Clarence standing there. I had just finished showering.

There goes my heartbeat again. I realized its internal thumping was just like the bass to the rap music last night.

“Just a minute…!” I called out.

What should I put on?! I can’t answer the door naked. I threw on my husband’s gross terry cloth robe, ensuring there was plenty of cleavage from my large breasts.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but this package was delivered to us by mistake.”

“Oh my, okay, thanks.”

“Lois, if you don’t mind me saying so, you look good in everything you wear.”

I needed to change the subject quickly before my mind got out of hand.

“Gee, thanks, Clarence. Hey, sorry about my husband last night. He can be a little bit of a dick when he’s drunk.”

“Ah, it’s okay. I bet he is a little dick when he is sober, too. He seems kind of full of himself. Just an observation.”

“Well, he could benefit from being put in his place,” I offered up without thinking before I spoke.

“Well, send him over to quiet the music again tonight, and I’ll see to it that he gets a little comeuppance. Until then, I hope you enjoy your day.”

As I closed the door, I checked out the package. It had overnight labels with no unit number, so I’m guessing it went to the front desk.

I hadn’t ordered anything. Why wouldn’t Devin have told me if he ordered something?

Fuck it. I’m opening it.

*****

*A Big Thing In A Small Package*

Oh my, oh my, oh my.

The minute I saw what was inside, my eyes shifted to our bedroom peephole to check if the tissue was stuffed. It was. Whew. The neighbor’s peephole was covered at the moment.

Inside the box was a huge black suction cup dildo!

The package was taunting me; its contents were calling me.

I could only conceive of one way this dildo got ordered ‘overnight,’ and that concept was that Clarence bought it. For me! He knows. He’s been watching just like Simon watched yesterday.

If I fucked myself with this massive tool in front of the viewing hole, I’d conceded and acknowledged this entire connection. And I’ve possibly even extended an invitation. Shit.

Upon walking over to the dresser, I practiced attaching the suction end to the clothing door at an angle where I could insert it on my knees so the viewing hole could see everything. Finding the right angle was challenging. But after experimenting a bit, I came up with a decent position. I want to go for it. I can worry about the consequences later. It was just my little way (haha, big way) of getting back at Ham for leaving me stuck in Smallville and not focusing enough on MY needs.

*****

*Almost As Good As the Real Thing*

The only thing in my suitcase that would suffice for lubrication was vaseline. Not ideal, but if Clarence was leaving for work at noon, I didn’t want to lose my opportunity.

I slathered the petroleum jelly thickly all up and down the shaft. Having not used a dildo since we married, I wanted to ensure I could slide and ride without much resistance.

For a brief moment, I felt like I was masturbating the toy with my hands when I stroked the lubricant onto the shaft and thought about how nice a large cock felt in my fists–even though it was fake.

Well, here goes nothing, I thought to myself as I removed the tissue from the viewing hole.

I dropped the robe onto the bed, removed the tissue from the viewing hole, and quickly got on my hands and knees. When I first inserted the tip into my pussy, I gasped. I wasn’t anticipating how great it would feel.

It made me feel so full. So taken. It was almost like I was being fucked by a stranger. And the cock was so big and so satisfying that it was a very different experience from my marital intercourse with Devin. As he has a much smaller penis.

And the cock was so black, which shouldn’t matter, but because we have three attractive black neighbors and the fantasy world I was currently creating in my sexual mind, it made me even hornier. The black color of the dildo combined with the reality of being watched made the fake fucking almost seem real.

And the cock was so long. I pushed back onto its base, letting its bulbous head fuck my pussy to depths Devin can’t and won’t ever reach. I smirked that this part of my vagina was still a virgin, and even though this impressive black cock wasn’t real, it was going to bust my deep cherry. I felt like I was getting a little payback on Devin (Ham) for being stuck here.

It wasn’t very long before I began to screech loudly and shudder hard while having a very intense orgasm–while hopefully being watched. I shouted out Clarence’s name repeatedly. If he wasn’t watching, I was hoping he was listening.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me, Clarence! Oh, Clarence, I’m cumming! Fuck! Gawd! You are so hot!”

I couldn’t bring myself to look over my shoulder and confirm any eyes peering through the peephole. It was too raw and intimate to make eye contact while I was fucking myself. But I was riding the cock and cumming from the black dildo HE ordered for ME…so…there is no sense in pretending he didn’t or doesn’t know.

There was something tremendously exciting about how my vaginal contractions were gripping down hard on what I now wished to be Clarence’s cock. It was so satisfying to cum that way.

Not much later, I heard Clarence leaving for work.

“Bye, Lois. Thanks for being such an engaging neighbor. See you later.”

Oh my god, confirmation! Clarence’s watched his fake black cock fuck me!

*****

*’Spank Him’*

Late afternoon I kept thinking about the irony of the town’s name, ‘Smallville,’ and the size of Devin’s puny penis. And how I just fucked a huge black cock.

Then I recalled how Clarence said he could arrange for Devin to get his comeuppance. I kept thinking and thinking about what that could even mean.

With my increasing frustration (and around-the-clock boredom), I came up with an idea.

Devin needs to be held accountable for his poor management. And because he is the boss, it won’t happen at his worksite. But what about here? At the Common Inn?

From Clarence. And Simon. And Brad.

What if Clarence could do a little hazing or something?

Devin can’t control what happens here at the Common Inn. And with my growing neighborly relationship with Clarence and his powerful, dominating essence, I put an idea in motion.

I scrolled up a note on the hotel pad stationary and inserted it through the hole.

“Spank Him!” the note said.

*****

*Comeuppance 1.0*

I wasn’t sure if it would work, but somehow, instinctually, I thought it could. And based on the conversations I’d had with Clarence and the idea that our neighbors would see that I asked them to do it, I felt like it had a decent chance. The vision of this happening got me so horny I slipped my hand inside my panties and masturbated, standing up with a light, smooth orgasm making its presence known rather quickly.

When Devin got home, it was deja vu. He smelled of cheap beer and arrived late.

I had been listening to loud rap music through the thin walls of our three neighbors again and getting tired of the pulsing bass beat that made it difficult to focus on anything.

“Go next door and tell them to turn down their loud music!” I ordered.

Devin obediently went next door.

Several minutes passed before it became clear to me what was happening.

Thwack!…Thwack!

Devin was getting spanked!

I could hear the smacks even over the loud rap music. The walls are truly thin. I was eager to take the tissue out of the viewing hole but felt I couldn’t risk getting caught looking. Not by Devin, not the boys. But I knew it was happening. And it turned me on. A lot.

Thwack!…Thwack!

A steady tangible shift occurred in my brain about the vision of who ultimately IS the alpha male. And now my sexualized fantasy brain wants to submit to Clarence. Have him bend ME over and FUCK me. Hard! From behind.

Like there is something strangely erotic about picturing, my husband spanked by a HILF (hunk I’d like to fuck). I was rubbing my clit vigorously to my third orgasm since late morning and cumming from just listening to my husband’s comeuppance.

Ham was finally being held accountable for us being stuck in this dump.

Thwack!…Thwack!

This is just so awesome!

Thwack!…Thwack!

*****

*Petticoat Discipline 1.0*

A few minutes later, Devin rushed inside our door.

“What the fuck, Devin?! What’s going on?! The music is still really loud! You look tense. Is everything okay? What were the weird noises I kept hearing?”

As I asked him questions, he was pacing as if he was looking for something he could not find. Then he responded briefly before ducking into the bathroom without fully closing the door.

“I’ve negotiated,” he shouted through the door. “The music will be quiet very soon.”

I peeked through the crack into the bathroom. Devin was putting on a pair of my panties.

Then he pulled his dress slacks up over them.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said as he rushed out with the same tense rhythm as his initial entrance.

Well, how about that? Sure enough. The music got turned down.

I was really curious as to what was taking place.

*****

*A Spanking Hot Negotiation*

When Devin left for work the next morning, I looked around for my panties. I couldn’t find them anywhere. Either Clarence now owned them, or Devin must still be wearing them. Perhaps, that was the negotiation?

As I contemplated this, a note pierced the wall and fell on our floor.

My heart was pounding (again!) while I unscrolled the hotel stationary.

“Cowgirl on the bed.”

Holy shit. Holy fuck. This is scary and, at the same time, very hot.

What should I do?

Seriously!

What should I do?

I know, I’ll ‘negotiate’ by sending a note back. My husband would be proud, except that my attempt at this skill is at a novice level and his expense.

“In exchange for his butt-naked spanking tonight.” I wrote, determined to watch the show if it happened again.

‘D E A L”

*****

*Clarence2 1.0*

I was so horny it was almost affecting my ability to think straight. I ripped off my clothes to my birthday suit, ran to the bathroom to grab the vaseline, and then reached under the bed to grasp ‘Clarence2’: my not-so-creative nickname for the huge black, veiny dildo that the real Clarence bought for me.

For stability, I placed a hardcover guidebook down in the middle of the bedspread and started licking the long, hard shaft. Why not give ‘Clarence2’ a warm, sloppy blowjob as a warm-up before fucking him?

This time I looked directly at the round glory hole adjoining our two Common Inn walls while serving his big black cock from my knees, proudly displaying my sizable hanging boobs. I had an audience, and I knew it. I could hear the voices next door and see the hole go dark from someone’s face mixed with a glimmer of light before the next eye replaced it.

Impatience quickly brought me to a straddling position over ‘Clarence2’ as I imagined riding the real Clarence. And upon insertion, I sat completely down, making the thick black cock slide to the wonderful depth that only ‘Clarence2’ could find. I struggled to act composed but lost myself in the moment, lifting and squatting quickly and repeatedly while moaning Clarence’s name.

And then something happened that has not never happened to me before. I had a vaginal orgasm. The mind fuck journey, with the tip of ‘Clarence2’ going deeper than ever from the thrusts, left me a screaming orgasmic mess.

“I’m cumming, FUCK, Gawd, I’m cumming!!!”

I hadn’t even touched my clit yet.

The newness of this erotic experience was better; it wasn’t worse. It was just different.

I lifted off ‘Clarence2’ and went to the bathroom to pee. I was very surprised–okay, shocked–to see the light through the bathroom glory hole that, until this moment, I thought was not connected to anything.

Well, it was. And I was being watched while I peed.

And even though I had no idea if this was Clarence, Simon, or Brad peering at me, I started rapidly rubbing my clit. My legs were spread wide, and I was perfectly wet and slimy.

My orgasm came on quickly. It was unusually explosive. And I shuddered in contractions more times than I could ever remember.

As my brain came down from euphoria, I realized I had an incredible night ahead.

I was in complete disbelief that I had just earned Ham a butt-naked spanking and that I would get to watch! Finally, I get to enjoy Devin’s comeuppance. I was giddy, waiting for him to come home.

*****

*Comeuppance 2.0*

That evening, as Devin headed over to tell our neighbors to turn down the music, a long dark masculine finger poked the tissue out of the wall hole until it fell on our floor.

The message was clear.

‘Watch, bitch.’

And so I did.

As Devin removed all his clothes–including my panties (Aha!)–and neatly folded them on the floor next door, I wondered why he was so compliant?

Simon turned the music off once Devin was properly positioned over Clarence’s lap. The room was very quiet. Every little sound seemed magnified in contrast to last night when the music was on.

Clarence started spanking Devin directly on his exposed buttocks with loud smacks. The sound reverberated off the thin extended-stay apartment walls, similar to the bass effects from the rap music. Devin expressed out loud his worry that ‘Lois could hear his punishment.’

Hear it? I giggled to myself. I AM WATCHING it! And I was frigging myself to an eventual orgasm as well!

Thwack!…Thwack!

This evening became the singularly most powerful sexual experience I’ve ever had, and I was just the voyeur!

Here was this very, very hot attractive black man–who I fantasized about fucking (a HILF), turning my husband’s pale white ass into a submissive pinkish red in front of two other guys. And also–secretly–in front of me.

I unexplainably wanted Clarence to break Devin. To spank him so hard and so long, he would cry. Or beg to “negotiate” a reason to stop.

The psychological shift of power of Devin submitting to Clarence mucked with my monogamous spirit. I’ve been fantasizing about this powerful black man dominating me too. And how hot it would be if Devin had to watch. For my husband–Ham/Devin–to feel the emasculation of a superior physical male fucking his wife deeper (and better) than he ever will.

Thwack!…Thwack!

I knew I shouldn’t, but I began murmuring aloud what I was imagining Clarence was (hopefully) thinking with each spank.

‘I…will…fuck…your…wife…and…you…will…let…me.’

When it was over, I swiftly saddled up to the TV.

Devin rushed into the room.

“Devin! What the fuck is going on over there?!”

“Our neighbors…were…watching some…silly video,” he struggled to get out of his mouth, sounding overwhelmed and out of breath.

He had to lie to me, right?

“Devin! Videos about what?! I thought I heard slapping or something?”

“It was some game show…with a bunch of loud clapping…in it.”

Wow. Oh, brother. How long did it take for him to come up with that? Pathetic.

Yet, that meant my viewing of his comeuppance was still secret. Yay! I was safe.

“Oh…OH…wow…okay. Are you okay? You are sweating. You’re out of breath.”

Devin didn’t respond and ducked into the bathroom. He closed the door tight this time.

I purposely barged in, stating I needed to pee. It was awesome.

Devin was “caught” wearing one of my bras!

I understood now that the boys had added to his humiliation by making him wear my bra, too.

“Going out tonight?” I said, laughing out loud. It was cruel, but I just couldn’t help myself.

“I…err…uh…this is…shit…embarrassing, Lois, but…well… the truth is…I’m negotiating.”

Amazingly, in Devin’s confused and humiliated subspace, he willingly went next door, in just my bra and panties, returning moments later.

*****

*Petticoat Discipline 2.0*

Devin’s “negotiation” was to be a bra and panty-wearing sissy under his clothes at work–with Clarence’s knowledge–in exchange for not being a dick about them and their music. Dang. I wish I knew what condescending or awful things Ham said that first night.

(Mr. All High and Mighty. Ham–I call him behind his back.)

Scratch that. No, I don’t.

Devin returned from next door for the night after showing the boys how he would wear his wife’s bra and panties to work tomorrow. I watched the reveal through the peephole. Unfortunately, I just couldn’t hear anything.

*****

*Clarence2 2.0*

The next morning, I was determined to ride ‘Clarence2’ to a vaginal orgasm again.

I’m such a naughty wife. As I rode the long black cock to the deepest possible strokes, I could tell, once again, that I had an audience. I wasn’t going to disappoint.

“Oh, Clarence! Oh, my! Your cock makes me feel so full. I love how you fuck me so deep!”

I’m pinching my nipples and riding the cock, imagining in my mind that all this is happening. I was just about to orgasm when there was a loud knock on the door.

“Oh…uh…fuck…”

I tried to stop the waves from crashing through my body, but it was too late.

As I screeched out, I heard Clarence.

“Lois, are you okay in there? Do you need help?”

What the fuck?! What was he up to?

Now, I know I just can’t open the door.

Wait, can I? My head was as cloudy as Devin’s last night as I opened the door completely nude with the huge black cock standing proudly upright on the bed in the background.

“Uh…oh…hi, Clarence. I was…well, I was just thinking about you.”

Shit, did I just say that out loud?

“Wow, Lois. You look awesome! But you forgot to put on your robe.”

I tried to pretend it was an accident that I was naked and shut the door to retrieve the robe.

When I came back, Clarence was gone.

*****

*Comeuppance 3.0*

It’s hours later, and Devin is late coming home…again! It pisses me off that he goes out for beers after work, just leaving me here. I swear. Now I am thinking about spanking his panty ass!

And, Of course, our neighbors’ music is blaring…again.

I’m on Devin the minute he comes in the door.

“You’re so ‘effective’ as a manager of people. Our neighbors are now purposely playing their music loud every night,” I said, mocking him.

Devin wobbled out the door. Maybe he drank a little more tonight to take the edge off the humiliation he anticipated he was about to receive.

Thwack!…Thwack!

This is so incredible! I’ll cherish these few nights in Smallville that changed the Common Inn to an uncommon extended stay.

It’s the third night in a row Devin is getting his ass blistered. When Clarence said he’d see to it that Devin would get his comeuppance, he wasn’t joking. He spanked Devin even harder tonight. I loved this.

Thwack!…Thwack!

All three of the fellas are present and laughing at how it seemed like Clarence was kicking Devin’s ass. Almost like he was beating him up through a very rough butt spanking.

As I’m enjoying seeing my husband’s blistered butt become brick red, I notice that Devin keeps squirming, panting, and looking to his left. He wasn’t doing that last night.

As I strained to get a look at what Devin kept looking at, I gasped in humor and surprise.

Attached to the mirror in Clarence’s room was a replica of the black cock Clarence bought for me! And here was Devin so distracted by the huge black rubber dildo attached to the mirror across the room he lost track of the bare bum swats he was receiving.

Ham kept glancing over and likely wondering the same thing I was thinking. Why was it even there?

Clarence broke the tension.

“What do you think about when you look at that huge cock?” He taunted my husband.

“Nothing! Nothing!”

“Come on, you little sissy. What do you think about it?!”

Thwack!…Thwack!

“What color is that cock?!” Clarence baited him.

Thwack!…Thwack!

Devin was hesitant to answer.

(‘Look who is all High and Mighty, now?!’)

With my bra being the only stitch of clothing adorning Devin’s pale nude body, Clarence pulled the bra strap back like he was stretching a rubber band and let it go.

Snap!

“Get on your hands and knees. Over here!”

Devin crawled over to the big black cock as if he were in kneeling worship. His butt was a battered red; his jiggling man tits were encased in my bra.

“For twenty minutes, you’re going to look at this big dick while you think about what a sissy ass you are. And how a cock like this belongs IN your ass–or your wife’s ass–for you being…such an ass! You’re a shitty leader and a shitty boss. And shit comes from the ass. You need to start accepting how inferior you truly are. You’re not a man. You’re a sissy. Look at that little penis you have. Does it even work?’

This was some serious comeuppance. I came again from vigorously rubbing my clit while watching my husband–certainly more like a slab of Ham than my original derogatory reason for his nickname–be properly put in his place.

“I need to get home. My wife is going to wonder what I’m doing over here.”

“What ARE we doing? What have you told her?”

“That we are just talking. That I’m getting to know you all a little.

“Shit. You don’t give a shit about us. And you got that backward. We are getting to know you a little bit. While spanking your ass and watching you wear your wife’s underwear to work. You tiny-dicked little sissy! Just look at you. On your knees, staring admiringly at a big black cock. Ah, I think I get it! You…YOU…want to suck it.”

“Hey, I took my spanking like a man. Can I please go now?”

“Twenty minutes of staring at a big cock. Then you can go.”

“Can I negotiate?”

“From your knees? TOUCH IT! Put your hand on it, sissy!” Simon ordered in a very firm voice.

“I need to go, please. I’m asking nicely.”

“I’ll tell you what. Open your mouth wide while you admire it, and you can go in a minute. How about negotiating that?”

Devin didn’t even wait. He opened his mouth pretending like he was going to suck dick, thinking they’d all get their laughs and he’d get up and leave.

Unfortunately for him, he did. He did suck dick. Brad slid up behind him and grabbed the back of Devin’s head, and pushed it onto the big black cock just after Devin opened his mouth.

“Work it a little…bitch.”

A loud screech came from outside their room.

“What the hell was that?!” Clarence asked, pretending surprise.

He knew exactly. He could recognize that orgasmic scream.

It was me shrieking…coming…loudly as I watched my husband suck a black cock in front of three very hot dudes. One of which I’d like to fuck.

*****

*Spank You Very Much For Spanking Me*

The following morning Devin called in sick. As important as he was to complete the job he was overseeing, he just couldn’t bring himself out of bed. He was experiencing low self-esteem from his humiliation the night before.

Devin lay in bed all day. In the evening, the loud music–like clockwork–began its blaring thumps.

When I ordered Devin to go next door and ‘go do his thing’ to get the boys to turn down their music, he said, “Nope. You do it.”

So, I did.

A long time passed before I reappeared. Devin noticed my clothes looked disheveled, and my hair was tossed about like it was blown around from a top-down convertible ride.

Well, funny enough, my top was down. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

And to my pleasure, the music still blared when I returned to our room. This meant Devin would still have to submit to his nightly humiliation, that is, if either of us was going to get any sleep.

Devin was surprised to see my ruffled appearance.

“What the fuck, Lois? Are you okay? What’s going on over there?”

I pretended to play the part to goad my husband.

“They humiliated me…” I said, which of course, wasn’t true.

“Who?! What?! Shit! Did Clarence spank you?

“No, no but Brad did. Hard. He said you got spanked, too. And you actually asked for it each night with your shitty tone and pompous attitude.”

“You…weren’t’…naked…were you?” Devin’s voice quivered when he asked.

“WHAT? No! Of course not! Wait! Why’d you asked me that? Oh, my. Were you?! What the fuck, Devin!! What has gotten into you?”

Funny thing, though, I did tell my husband my tits popped out while I got spanked, and the boys enjoyed that so much I just left them out.

“Brad said we both needed to go over tonight to negotiate peace and quiet.”

“Nope. Not gonna happen.”

“Brad made me put my lips around a big black dildo, too.”

I couldn’t believe I said this out loud. I only said it to goad him further. This didn’t happen, but I could tell that there was some reason Brad wanted to spank me instead of Clarence spanking me. Sensing Brad’s ire and watching Brad push Devin’s head down onto the fake cock had me thinking that saying this would get some reaction.

“Gawd Dammit, Fucker! Gawd, Dammit.”

A chord was struck; which one, I don’t know. Shortly after, Devin pulled out some earplugs he got from the job site, and then pulled the pillow over his head and went to sleep.”

*****

*The End is Near*

It was like a change of seasons in Smallville. The entire vibe of the place had changed overnight. It was dead quiet all day. No one was around.

Devin got up before the sun and quickly slipped out. The only hint that he was still submitting to his sissification was that my bra and panties were still missing.

*Comeuppance 4.0*

That night–while the music was blaring and thumping–we decided to go over as a couple together. Devin was reluctant to engage, so I goaded him into going next door together. I couldn’t pinpoint the subtle shift in Devin, but his demeanor was different.

And when we entered through the fellas’ apartment door, I could tell their moods differed. It was like everyone knew something had changed overnight but me.

I looked around the room. A black dildo–the same version of the one Clarence bought me and I secretly owned–was attached to the mirror.

There was a closed-mouth standoff among the four men.

Clarence spoke first.

“Who will show us how to properly use this tonight in exchange for quiet?”

I felt flush and turned pink with the sudden worry that my slutty masturbating behavior would be exposed, so I quickly offered the first negotiating response.

“Can’t we just be spanked?” I blurted out, even though I wanted to volunteer for the dildo.

My additional thought was that I wanted to set the expectation–in front of everyone–that I was on board with Devin getting spanked, too.

“No, NO! This has gone too far,” Devin started in. “You fuckers have taken this as far as it’s gonna go! Turn your fucking music down, or I’m calling the Manager.”

“I am the manager,” Simon smirked. “It hasn’t gone far enough,” he added, laughing.

It was interesting to see Devin think he should be (and could be) all authoritative with the fellas in front of me, which was different from what I watched through the peephole with him getting spanked wearing my bra and his small penis buried in my panties.

Simon walked behind Devin, pulled back on Devin’s hidden bra strap under his dress shirt, and let it snap against his skin.

Snap!

“What was that?” I asked, pretending not to recognize the sound.

“Things are getting out of hand,” Devin stated, still trying to control a situation quickly spiraling out of his control. “I’m calling the police.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Simon slapped it out of his hand.

“That’s not happening. Get on your knees, Devin.”

My husband, Devin, who I nicknamed Ham as an acronym for acting like a ‘Mr. All High & Mighty’ cast his eyes down and slowly lowered himself to his knees.

Devin complied as ordered.

I KNEW something had shifted!

“You both just earned another spanking before you two decide who is going to show us how to properly serve this black cock,” Simon said as he motioned, referring to the huge dildo.

Devin was ordered to strip to his undies. He looked silly in my bra and panties draped over Clarence’s lap.

“You too, missy. You know the drill.”

We were being verbally taunted and physically outed in front of each other as the couple next door who comes over to get disciplined.

Brad arranged his chair, so I would be spanked face-to-face with Devin.

A husband and wife, both in bra and panties, draped over hot sexy, black men’s laps facing each other to watch their spouse get their butt blistered and the corresponding facial expressions that come along with this.

Thwack!…Thwack!

I was so turned on seeing Devin being humiliated that my panties were moist, and I started rocking my clit on Brad’s knees. I’m not really into being spanked, but it was erotic to experience getting swatted because this was my comeuppance for enjoying all this.

Thwack!…Thwack!

Devin let out an occasional ‘hmpf, hmpf’ as his sissy pantied butt got pounded by Clarence’s large, firm open hands.

As we both got continuously spanked, the question was asked again.

“Who is going to show us how to properly use this?!”

“Your punishment doesn’t stop until one of you agrees to serve black cock.”

Embarrassingly, I interrupted everyone’s thought process by having an orgasm on Brad’s knee.

“Oh…shit…oh…oh, my…I’m sorry…I’m cumming! Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh.”

No one saw that coming, even me. When I regained my composure, I spoke up.

“I’ll do it! Please stop spanking me. I’ll do it! I’ll suck the cock.” I needed to change the focus from my orgasm to the matter at hand.

Plus, I knew if I said I’d do it, the macho side of Devin might try to overrule and insist it was him. So, I volunteered.

“Please stop spanking me. I’ll suck black cock.”

“No, no,” Devin chimed in, exactly as I predicted. “It’s gotta be me.”

“You’ve already sucked the dick! If it’s you, you’ll have to get fucked by it,” Brad pointed out.

“Wait…what?!” I interrupted.

“Now, wait a minute…” Devin started hesitating.

He was in no position to negotiate anything anymore. This whole night was happening beyond my wildest dreams!

“I prefer not to fuck anything,” Devin said meekly, losing his masculinity.

What an interesting way to phrase that! It must be his negotiation skills.

“Oh, I see. You prefer to SUCK cock.” Simon retorted. “That’s perfect. Brad wants you to blow him. Stand Up!”

Neither knew who the order was directed to, so we immediately stood like cadets at a military academy. Simon finally lowered the music.

“Who…WHO…is going to show us how to properly serve this?! If you don’t decide soon, it’ll be both of you.” Clarence said, getting impatient.

“Just let me do it this time,” I offered, acting like this was a hardship.

My husband was between rock abs and hard cocks. Oops, I meant a rock and a hard cock. Darn, I mean a rock and a hard place. He didn’t want to humiliatingly butt-ride the dildo in front of his wife and three sexy dudes, and he certainly didn’t want to suck Brad’s cock.

*****

*Clarence2 3.0*

So there I was, on my knees, sucking this big fake black cock. But no one anticipated what would happen next. I was slathering saliva on the shaft for a good reason. I was lubricating it.

Yup.

I fucked it! Doggystyle.

What the heck? I’ve been doing this for days in front of everyone except Devin. Why not just go for it? It’s what I enjoy.

With nice slow strokes that stopped with just the mushroom tip at my vulva and then ended with the dangling rubber balls on each side of my clit at full depth, I slowly fucked the long, black rubber cock–that I affectionately named Clarence2—in and out.

And to not disappoint, I circled my clit with my index finger repeatedly until I came.

And then…I did the whole performance again. A second time.

Originally, Devin was supposed to be spanked until my service was over. But Clarence was so captivated by my show that he kept stopping the swatting from watching me fuck. He, Brad, and Simon got quiet and just watched me. They watched Devin watch me, too.

No one said a word as Clarence finally lowered the music while we dressed quickly and headed to the door.

“Don’t ever, EVER come over here again unless you’re prepared to bend over and get fucked in the ass. A future knock on our door is a contractual agreement from this point forward. If you knock…you get fucked…in your ass…by one of us. Do you understand?!”

We both vigorously nodded our heads.

Devin wouldn’t look at me or speak to me for the rest of the night.

*****

*The End is Here*

Devin got up before the sun and quickly slipped out for the second day in a row. Before I even opened my eyes, his suitcases were fully packed and placed by the door. I knew what this meant; we were leaving tonight. At least I could tell he was still wearing my bra and panties.

Our neighbors’ apartment showed no signs of anyone being present all morning either, just like yesterday. It was dead quiet.

I had to talk to Clarence! I wanted to extend our stay one more night. And even though Devin hadn’t said anything, I knew we were out of there.

I mean, shit, I want to fuck Clarence! And don’t the fellas want one more shot at degrading Ham?

All of these unusual, erotic sexual humiliation encounters were coming to an end. I was sad. I didn’t want to leave Smallville, but I knew we couldn’t stay.

I had another impulsive moment; clearly, I didn’t think as I approached our neighbor’s door.

Clarence answered my knock.

“Really? Lois?! What the fuck is wrong with you? Either you didn’t take my warning seriously, or you are a bigger slut than I calculated you to be.”

“I just want to fuck you, Clarence. One time. I may never get an opportunity like this again. Please. Please fuck me.”

“No. This ain’t gonna happen. You’re attractive, but…B U T T…”

“Come on, Clarence…Does it have to be anal?”

“No. If you are looking for that, that would be Simon.”

Clarence was messing with me at this point.

“I just want to fuck YOU. Clarence, you turn me on. I like you.”

“No. I’m not interested in fucking you and being the guy that ruined your marriage.”

“Then what is all this? What is happening?” I asked.

“It’s comeuppance. Remember? Look, there is something you don’t know. Devin is in charge of the site where Brad works.”

“So…so what?! Who cares!” I started to get agitated.

“So, Devin is a pompous asshole as a boss. And Brad wants Devin’s ass fucked as comeuppance. That’s what we were going for last night.”

“But I thought Brad was straight?”

“He is.”

“I don’t get it. I’m lost. I’m horny. And we leave tonight,” I said, exasperated.

“Ah, I see. It goes like this. Brad wanted Devin’s ass fucked as payback. Comeuppance. Put him in his place. We’ve been working towards this outcome for weeks. The bra, the panties, the spanking, the dildo. We just came up a little short. And sorry, sweetie, but we’ve just been using you to get there.”

Clarence could see how I became flush. First with shock, then with anger. I just didn’t know what to say. It was as if, for me, this entire experience wasn’t what I thought it was.

I left without saying a word.

An hour passed.

I was pissed. And unfulfilled.

So, what’s a gal in my predicament supposed to do?

The answer?

Negotiate.

*****

*Merging Plans*

I knocked again on Clarence’s door in a mini skirt and low-cut blouse. I don’t know why, but I wasn’t expecting to be swiftly pulled inside and bent over.

My panties were quickly pulled down. And a well-deserved spanking started before I even realized it. I was on my knees with my chest resting on the chair.

Thwack!…Thwack!

I could hear Clarence undo his belt buckle. I thought he was going to let me have it.

Well, he did. But not with the belt strapping I was anticipating; he let me have it rectally, just as promised.

I felt the head of his cock at my rectum, firmly centered and pursuing entrance. It was going in, whether I was ready for it or not.

I guess I was kind of getting my wish. Getting fucked by Clarence, I mean. And I WAS getting what I contractually agreed to: a knock on their door was an agreement to get ass fucked.

I took slow deep breaths and let him use me. Use my butt. Like the slut I am.

It felt pretty good.

I hadn’t done anal since college.

The best part was feeling Clarence’s large hands gripping my hip bones in the way I had imagined he would if he vaginally fucked me.

The worst part was after. Clarence wasn’t wearing a condom. And I didn’t like squatting over the toilet and feeling all the warm cum drip out of my stretched anus.

But the most interesting part was our last negotiation. Men are much more willing to negotiate when their cock is in your ass!

While Clarence fucked me, I whispered a few careful words.

“I came here…sigh…to negotiate,” I said softly. “I can get Devin…bent over for you. For a price.”

Clarence grunted acknowledgment before sending a series of warm squirts deep up my rectum. His cock is so large I could feel his shaft contracting with each sperm chunk enjoying its new home.

*****

*The Merger*

When Devin arrived from his final day at work, my plan was solidly in place.

There was a large arrow taped to our door pointing next door.

The fellas had their Common Inn extended stay apartment door ajar. Simon disarmed our keypad, so when Devin tried to swipe into our room, the plastic key wouldn’t work.

Devin appeared as planned, standing there with a look of understandable and obvious concern.

“I’m not knocking, assholes! I remember the ‘knock on the door’ contractual agreement.” He wisely referred to it without knocking.

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad you’re here. We’ve got a problem. Earlier today, I forgot the agreement. And…I…uh…well…I need your…we need your assistance.”

I explained (the fictitious) story about how our belongings are being held as collateral until someone pays the damages. The damage is that one of us will need to be taken rectally by a black cock. And this time, a real one. Devin stalled and stammered, slowly realizing the no-win situation we– he–was in. Yet he still tried to negotiate his way out of it.

“I’ve already turned in the rental, and our Uber will be here in 45 minutes. Come on, assholes. The games are over.”

“I told you he wouldn’t go for this,” I said, pretending to be surprised while I stripped off my clothes and bent over for cock.

“Let’s get this over with,” I said. “Who is the lucky fellow?”

“Gawd, Dammit! Gawd, Dammit, Lois! Gawd, Dammit! All right!! You fuckers win!”

Devin was angry. Submitting, stripping, and sizzling.

When all that remained was his bra and panties, Clarence spoke.

“Hold off. Dude, you gotta ask for it. This is consensual. Even though it’s your slut wife Lois’ fault, YOU gotta ask for it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please.”

“What the fuck, dude? Don’t you have a plane to catch?! I’ll spank the shit out of you if you’re stalling…”

“Please fuck my ass. I’m sorry. We just want to go home.”

It worked. My plan to merge their interests with mine worked. I negotiated Devin’s black cock submission. And the cost to the fellas–if you could call it that–was Clarence agreed to fuck me while Brad fucked Devin’s ass.

We’d be on a plane in a few hours, and this whole month would be just a shitload of memories. And our marriage–if it survives–will be forever changed as well.

*****

*Comeuppance. Cumupp…pants. Cum Up His Panties. Cum Up His Ass.*

Poor Devin. Maybe he is a sissy. I’ve thought about this a lot. His penis is really small. He seems to like wearing panties. He likes getting spanked by men. And tonight, he got aroused while getting fucked in the ass by a straight male.

That is pretty compelling data if you ask me.

No one predicted he’d get a little erection while riding Brad cowgirl. I can’t believe I just even typed out that description.

But this month has been a series of massive sexual surprises, new arousals, and unpredicted pleasures.

Devin assumed he was going to just bend over and be taken. Brad had other more humiliating positions in mind. Clarence, Simon, and I each pulled up a chair around the bed while Brad took off his work clothes and laid down on his back.

Brad’s body was a dark, ebony tone and very fit, with noticeable abs. His sexy black cock, while limp, was way longer and fatter than I’d ever seen Devin’s penis when it was erect.

The instructions were clear. Devin was to climb aboard and ride Brad’s cock for all of our amusement until his tight sphincter muscles, and anal canal coaxed sperm from Brad’s shaft to shoot a load of cum up Devin’s sissy ass. Any lube needed would be saliva from Devin’s mouth.

Have you ever seen any of those porn videos online where a sissy (or a trans female) rides a cock reverse cowgirl, and their little penis flops all around?

That’s how this started. Poor Devin’s little wanker drew invisible circles in the air while he shamelessly attempted to ride Brad to a climax.

And he began dripping, too. Which were clear indications that his lower region was sexually responding to this assumed sexual humiliation. Devin wisely used his clear semen drips to keep Brad’s now hard, stiff cock lubed for his ride.

It was incredible to see Brad grab the hard cock like an automobile stick shift and guide it into his ass. And then used his quads to lower himself onto Brad’s cock while the three of us watched his shaft disappear until only Brad’s balls weren’t deep inside Devin’s butt.

Devin impressively rode the sex tool for what was supposed to be Brad’s pleasure. But with Brad’s enduring staying power and no orgasm from him in sight, the question of who was getting the most pleasure from this gay-type sex was unclear.

We were all pleasantly surprised by Devin’s stiffening little penis.

Have you ever seen any porn videos online where a sissy (or a trans female) rides a cock reverse cowgirl, and their little penis gets all hard and strains to be touched or jacked off?

Poor Devin’s hard little penis dripped almost constantly and was now begging to be touched. I believe he thought he could just get this over quickly with no emotion, but obviously, that wasn’t happening to all of us.

A legitimately erotic sex act was occurring in front of us, and the fellas started to get into it. The verbal taunting began.

“Come on, you little sissy; make Brad come in your ass. You know you want his load. Work for it!”

“Maybe he doesn’t want this to end too quickly? Look at how much his little penis is enjoying this.”

Then Brad added, “Who knew such an asshole boss could have such a supple asshole? Who knew this shitbag has a sissy shitter?

I couldn’t resist teasing too.

“Oh, my…honey…are you gay?”

All of this was followed by a steady sissy and beta-type taunting. This supposedly powerful alpha boss was now being reduced to a beta sissy.

Devin was desperate to bring Brad to orgasm. Brad was in no hurry. He came up with another idea. Another position.

Devin was to lay flat on his back while Brad pumped to an orgasm in Devin’s white butt–which recently had mostly been a spanked-pinkish-hue. Brad took Devin’s ankles and placed them on each of his shoulders. This would be a wonderfully humiliating end to Devin’s final comeuppance.

Watching Brad’s muscular butt flex as he prepared to drive his seed deep up Devin’s rectum reminded me that Clarence owed me the same journey.

I pestered him that we needed to consummate our agreement ASAP. My negotiation. Clarence was so pleased with how Devin was getting ass fucked by Brad that he came on to me quickly. In seconds, we were fucking in the missionary position, too. My ankles were in the sky, just like Devin’s.

There was a car honking outside. Our Uber was here.

Behind the door of the two future Uber passengers were a husband and wife, lying side-by-side, both getting fucked by sexy, hot black cock. Orgasms were on the way. Who would cum first?

Would it surprise you to learn that it was Devin?

Not Brad. Not Clarence. Not me. Devin.

Yup, Devin!

Each time Brad fully embedded his cock in Devin’s ass, his abdomen pressed up against Devin’s balls and Devin’s now stiff penis. And with Devin’s ankles draped over Brad’s shoulders, it was the perfect position to stimulate Devin. Every other second on the ass fuck down-stroke, Devin’s balls got pinned by Brad. The tension for Devin was exquisite. Devin couldn’t avoid how great it felt; he couldn’t avoid this ultimate wonderful pleasure.

And so he came first. Devin came.

His little penis shot snot bullets into the air only to come straight back down and land on his belly. Squirt after squirt of peak humiliation while everyone watched in amazement.

We all knew this was more incredible to witness than we had ever hoped for or imagined.

Brad was next. Devin’s sphincter spasmed on Brad’s cock in this rhythmic grip, and release coaxed Brad into cumming before Devin even finished his contractions. Brad pushed in one last deep thrust and held it there. His goal was to send his sperm to Devin’s stomach.

Clarence saw that Devin was acknowledging that Devin was getting cuckolded. Clarence wanted to ensure that the seed he implanted was very deep in Devin’s wife’s (my) pussy and began grunting while finishing with the same final deep thrust that his buddy had just performed.

He wasn’t wearing a condom. His sperm was going to swim real deep with this eight-inch head start.

Our Uber driver was now knocking on the door. We said we’d be out in a minute.

I didn’t have time to have an orgasm. I’d had plenty already, so I’d have to skip this one. But I did have one more thing I wanted to accomplish.

“Don’t move, honey! Stay right where you are.”

I quickly maneuvered over Devin’s face, squaring up my gaping pussy with his open mouth.

“Hurry, honey. Get all of Clarence’s cum. He wasn’t wearing protection, and I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“Lick all that cum out of my pussy,” I lovingly said.

Clarence wasn’t so nice.

“Eat my cum, you sissy faggot. I just fucked your wife, and now you get to eat my sperm,” Clarence added.

I liked that Clarence said this when just earlier, he said he wouldn’t fuck me.

The taunting started anew when Simon intentionally opened the door, so our Uber driver could see the end of our Common Inn rides.

“Oh, hi, Terry,” Clarence said.

The two knew each other. The high-fives were a dead giveaway.

“Wow, Clarence…again?! Shit, dude, UDAMAN!’ Terry said while watching Devin ingest the cum globs that followed gravity’s path while I sat on his face.

This was the end. The end of Smallville. The end of the Common Inn. The end of the dudes who rocked our world.

Our Extended Stay was over. And Smallville turned out to host the best vacation I’ve ever had.

 

The End.

 

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