New Life, Hotwife.

You get a little shock when you wake up and see it’s too late until you remember you got a new… job? All of a sudden it come to you that you haven't quit your old one nor actually talked to your new cuck about living arrangements or finical compensation.

You sit up in your bed and shrug. He’s one of the richest men in the world and he just agreed to let you rule over his cock and his whole sexuality. You have already come to terms with the fact you’ll probably have to move to be in his reach - except when you spend time with other men, of course. You don’t think getting enough money out of him to live comfortably should present any problem as soon as you hold the literal key to his cock. Getting pampered by your new black lover and bearing his pathetic white boi boss’ presence can be a full-time job, you're sure. You chuckle.

And you'll let him take care of the arrangements of leaving your old job. You’re sure there’ll be no problems at all if HE informs your company that you – “work” for him now.

You take your time to get ready, the pick up time is late enough to give you ample time to shower and have breakfast. When the bell rings, you grab the device you bought in the sex shop yesterday put it into your purse and go out. You smile happily as your bull awaits you next to the car - and only him. He bends down and kisses you greedily. You love he taste of his tongue.

“Just you?”

“He’s waiting in his suite.”

“Pathetic as always. Well, more time with you, I was hoping for that!”

He smiles broadly, opens the rear door for you and follows you in.

You're not really doing anything major on the way - it’s just a few minutes after all. You just kiss – “just” being an understatement though, the kisses are sloppy, hungry, highly sexual, the hottest kisses you ever had with anyone are with him. You rub his cock through his stretchy pants, but leave it at that. Just a make out session between to people crushing on each other.

Enough to send your cuck a photo though. On your initiative.

“Maybe one of his last erection in a long time.”

You chuckle as he sends it. He looks at you with wide eyes.

“You actually meant that yesterday. About that – thing?”

“Of course. He’ll need to learn - and learn it fast - I’m not joking about such matters!”

“God, you so hot when you're in full hot wife mode…”

“Get used to it, honey, I'm beginning to really enjoy it…”

The car lets you out in front of the best hotel in town and you follow the big black man into the lobby. Pleased to see he’s treated like he belongs here, not like in the restaurant yesterday. Of course he’s been here for a while and is hard to miss. Everyone knows him. And who he’s with.

You get into the lift and move to the top floor – he has to enter his key card and you soon know why - the door open directly to the suite - the whole upper floor IS the suite.

As soon as the door opens cucky comes up to you with open arms. You out your hand on his chest and shake your head.

“Easy, boi. You haven't even fulfilled all my demands, we're not on the hugging stage!”

You hold out your hand. Not for shaking, the back of it faced up. You’ only ever seen the gesture in movies, but you find it fitting, so has he, apparently, it takes him a while to get what you expect from him but then it clicks. He bends forward and kisses your hand.

“Yes Ma'am. Sorry for being so brazen. Welcome to my humble suite.”

“It’ll do.”

As if this suite wouldn't fit your apartment three times. But don’t let him think anything he has to offer is at best adequate for a woman like you.

“Would you like breakfast?

You nod and move to table, fully loaded with enough food for a dozen. The three woman of his entourage are present as demanded and smile and wave at your for a greeting. They giggle and whisper. You have not seen them since your first meeting with the group - still haven't fully figured out their job other than to humiliate your cuck - which may be it already. But you’ll have good use for them today as witnesses and possibly partners in crime. You wait until your cuck pulls out a chair for your and sit. Wave your bull to your side to make out thus placing the white billionaire as far away from you at the table as possible.

You enjoy the meal – of course the best hotel in town has the best breakfast possible for the best guest.

During it, you flirt heavily with the black man sitting next to you, fondling and kissing him, placing your hand on his crotch and teasing him, all the while completely ignoring the white man at the other end of the table nibbling on a piece of toast with jam and watching you two with glazed eyes.

The other women enjoy the spectacle giggling. You talk to them a little, learning a bit about them. They do have official jobs in the company. The big man’s assistants, all of them, but yes - their real job is really mostly to be his Greek Choir of teasing and humiliation.

You giggle and beam at the man.

“That’s the most pathetic thing I ever heard, paying these girls to mock you. Not that sou don't deserve it.”

He blushes and nods.

“But you do get to fuck other men, too, right? Him?”

You look at your bull.

They giggle.

“No, not him. We’re not – hot-wives officially, hes reserved for those. Also… “ - the woman blushes... “I honestly I don’t know how you do that, I could never… He’s… so big…”

“You get used to it!”

You chuckle and get back to the topic.

“But other men?”

The girls nod.

“Sure. A woman has needs. And HE isn't going to satisfy them!”

They all laugh as she nods at the white man with a look of disgust.

“So we get to fuck who we want and tell him about about it later.”

“A cuck’s muses you could say!”

You smile. You like the three, and they seem to have no ambitions to become more than they are. No anger about your Number One ambition to spot, you think you'll get along fine.

“Alright then. Hot stud, Ladies. Cuck. Time to make it official, huh?”

The four other people at the table smile with more or less sadist and anticipatory grins. All eyes are on the little white man at the far end of the table who blushes and seems to shrink more.

“How…. How would you want me to..."

“Stand up, and get naked!”

“I’m not su…”

“NOW!”

You enjoy this SO much.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He steps away from the table and drops his clothes. You scoff.

“Just as pathetic as I imagined!”

The other three ladies agree.

“Honey…”

You slide your hand over the black man's shirt.

“Could you undress and stand next to him please? As a visual aid!”

He laughs, has a little qualms to show off his body and soon stands naked next to his boss. The contrast could not be ANY starker.

He's towering over the white man, his muscles bulge, and his whole spirit is that of a strong, confident man. The white boi looks like a limp dish-rag, his shoulders bent forwards, his pigeon chest made even less impressive by his posture. His body is hairy, but not in a masculine, bear kind of way but covered in a thin fluff like teenager, and his skin looks dull and sickly pale, while that of his employee, hairless and deep black shines like obsidian. That’s not even a man next a boy, this looks like an ancient God next to a 19th century man suffering from consumption. Not to mention the cocks… both are limp male, human cocks, but saying the shrivelled pale shrimp you can hardly see in its nest of pubes and large black anaconda even belong to the same species seems - just plain wrong. The thought of where Alexander scored in this line up is not even worth thinking about. Your old male self was almost the spiting image of the pathetic white creature. You shake your head in disgust and the gemstone on your chest rewards your attitude about your former male self with a warm glow. The thought of gong back to being that seems – absurd in this very moment. If you did how could you ever dream be anything else but… a cuck yourself? Alexander deserved nothing more. You're unashamedly glad you’re a woman and get to judge men by their qualities and not be jutted yourself as a man. Well. “Man”.

“Alright, you know what's coming, boi. And I'm honestly understand that you haven't taken care of that yourself LONG time ago, cucky. I mean, look at you. And you had this absolute specimen of a man to compare yourself EVERY day. How any self respecting – man, and I use that word loosely – in your condition would not voluntarily choose to rid the world of his pathetic cock is beyond me.”

To the giggling of the Greek Choir and the laugher of the muscular black bull you reach into your purse and take out the box you bought last night.

Unbox it and unwrap it from it’s plastic bag and to the laughter of everyone but your cuck hold it up. You had the choice between a shiny metal one and a pretty pink one made of sturdy plastic. Thinking that the steel and metal look would actually please the sense of aesthetics of the tech nerd that he is - you picked pink. That would maximize the humiliation of this.

“Ready cucky? Remember this won’t come off until I say so. EVER!”

He gulps and nods.

“Yes Ma’am I' would be an honour for me if you controlled my worthless dick.”

"I like your attitude. Get over here!”

You let him take the walk of shame, with his tiny, flapping dicklet. You attach the base ring around his balls and cock tightly and add he pink cage over his cock, locking the small lock with one of the two keys. You look up at him. His face looks sad, almost a little **** and you think you can see his eyes getting shiny with tears. You chuckle.

"Don't get riled up over it, the world loses absolutely nothing with your tiny excuse for a boner.”

A tear runs down his cheek and now you laugh out loud. Boy, making a grown man cry is fun! Especially this little billionaire. The gem on your chest glows warm. In a way you're accepting and confirming that Alexander would have deserved this fate and that you being here – a strong woman doing it to other men – is a fate much better than you actually deserve. And you're passing the test. You’re so much more valuable as a person than you were a week ago.

You take one of the keys – they both hanging in thin metal chains, and hand it to your bull.

"Just as a spare, in case I lose mine, I believe can trust you not to use it, ever?”

He nods, chuckling.

"Why would I possibly want to let that thing out?"

You smile and put yours around your neck, it makes a soft clicking nose as it touches the gemstone in the old woman's necklace and the stone feels warmer. You smile. This new role definitely helps you to put your old male ego in check and into perspective. You smile. The world misses Alexander just as much as it missed this shrivelled dick you just caged. Lexi has so much more to offer. Maybe being born as a man was a mistake in the first place…

“Alright, then. Now that that tiny little inconvenience neatly taken care of and out of the way…”

You flick a finger against his pink cage and hear him gasp sharply.

“Let’s get to the fun part!”

Nobody questions that you took control and effectively run this little group now, you smile and enjoy the power. You could really get used to this.

You just look at your cuck and point to the chair next to the bed. His three graces start to follow him for their usual round of humiliations but you stop them.

“I want to get to know you ladies a little better. You’ll join the party today!”

They look at their boss insecurely, than at your bull a little scared, you think. You smile.

“Don’t look tat that wimp. In case you didn’t notice, I run this ship now! Right?”

He just nods.

"What's his is mine and what’s mine... “, you kiss the black stud. “...is mine, too.”

You take the three women by the hand.

“You'll get to keep doing your old job from time to time, but you're mine now and I think you’re mad fore more. If he wants you for himself, I'll make sure understands he has nothing to say any more about his sex life. not even when and by whom he gets humiliated.“

He sinks his head and the girls giggle ans they hurry to the bed.

“And don't worry, you don’t have to take this massive cock, I sensed you're a bit scared of it. THAT is mine too. He fancies you three that means from now on you’ll serve me and not him!”

You take your bull by the hand and lead him to the waiting ladies in the bed.

You hear a groan from the chair next to the bed, when you slip out of your clothes and order the three women to do the same. Small as his prick is, you assume it is beginning to painfully press against its constrictions. Good.

You caress your bull, kiss his chest and bell before quickly attaching yourself to his massive cock. Your three graces – they’re yours now – watch with wide eyes as you take it in your mouth, past the glans and deep into your throat. Past the halfway mark, and still going, your body is really in tune with pleasing all kinds of cocks. Not That much in tune to take it all in, but you are breaking your oral record for this one. You're confident eventually you'll be able to deep throat it, fully. When you come back up and gasp for air, the three girls on your bed giggle. You look at them smiling.

"Alright ladies, you're not just idle watchers today! I assume you have experience with women?”

They giggle and nod.

"I think I deserve some attention myself while taking care of this monster cock?”

Your cuck nods like a good boi.

“Come here and kiss me, girls!”

They crawl to you and obey, taking turns kissing your lips hungrily and obediently. And as you turn your attention back to the back pole, they begin to caress, lick, kiss your whole body, taking turns between your legs, making you moan and purr while pleasing the cock in your mouth.

The occasional side look top your cucky spectator, unable to do anything but wriggle uneasily in his chair and moan under the strain of his growing cock in his cage. The tortured noises he makes excite you immensely, and the caresses of the women and the cock in your mouth make you cum for the first time after a few minutes. You don't stop, lick and kiss the cock until eventually you feel ready and wet enough. You climb on top of your bull and put his glans against your eager and hungry lips. You sit on top of him and in reverse cowgirl, your back turned to him your face to your cuck you slide the monster into your pussy. Eager, wet and well prepared as it is, it stretches, opens – it’s only a little painful this time, and you're sure you’ll be sued to it in no time. It slides all in, hitting your cervix when you feel his balls against your skin. You stay like that, unmoving for a while and enjoy the feeling of being filled and for the first time sitting on top of him and being in fill control of it. The other women crouch next to you and continue to work, two licking your nipples while the third bends down and begins to kiss your engorged clit, lick your widely parted lips and the obsidian totem pole between them.

You begin to ride, gyrate, try to flex your muscles that grip the cock, but again they’re to far stretched to be able to contract. So you ride your stud like a wild cowgirl and the fullness, stretching your ready to burst pussy, is driving you ever more on to ride faster, wilder and buck on the rod impaling you. The female lips and tongues all over your body enhance the waves of pleasure. And soon your whole body is on fire, burning, with lust and desire you couldn't have even imagined when you were a man. The aching and tingling in your tiny cock back when you were a man isn’t in the same ballpark as the whole body fire you experience as woman with this cock and these tongues. You cum hard, your juices flowing uncontrollably down the black pole implanted into your cunt. And it’s not the last time, twice more you cum until you finally feel the huge cock inside you twitch, grab the balls as they contract and shoot a massive load of hot cream deep into your womb.

You let out a sigh. And freeze. All of a sudden, you can't remember for the life of you if you took your pill this morning. You must have, right? This whole morning was – exiting. You were nervous, but you're just thinking about this because of all the talk about babies from your cuck yesterday. Right? Anyway. Even if. You may be new to this being a woman business, but you're pretty sure you can't be pregnant already just from forgetting one. It doesn’t work that way. Does it? But… if you are it wouldn't be that, bad, right… your cuck pays for it and care for it and... Stop that.

You’re not even sure if you stay a woman after Sunday.

No. Wait. You ARE sure that yo won’t! Right? No point wasting thoughts about pregnancy.

This whole thought process flashing through your mind in a second doesn't even feel weird to you at all, as your body is flooded by hormones and cum. Right now this is what you're meant to be.

You place your hands behind you on the muscular chest of the man who's shrinking inside of you and try to catch your breath, gather your thoughts. You eyes move over to the rag-doll of a man in the chair watching you, to his cock in the pink cage. You can see it is swollen. If that that’s a proper word for the pathetic excuse for an erection that tiny thing provide. But it's aroused enough to obviously sit in pain in the cage - he’s wriggling in his chair in clear discomfort. Again you smile at how laughable it is to all anything a boner that fits in such a tiny cage, painfully or not while your bulls cock. Sliding out of our your aching stretched pussy is still so much bigger.

“You better behave yourself, little man. The faster you learn to enjoy watching me fuck my bull without tiny little pecker getting all excited for something it'll never get, the less unpleasant it's gonna be!"

“Y... es, Ma’am.”

“Now get over here. The times in which you were just a useless peeping tom are over. You'll make yourself useful like..."