...sissi! ( bi)

The white man stands up hesitantly an kneels down beside you on the bed.

“Would you like to taste my juices as a reward for what a good boi you were!”

His eyes widen.

“Y... yes, Ma’am.”

You grin mischievously

“Then lick’ em off his cock!”

“Wha… I... I’m not… I don’t…”

The pathetic white creature stammers.

“You are and you do what I tell you. I thought we had settled that. And when I Say you’re a little slutty bi bitch boi lusting to lick and suck a big black cock that’s what you are!”

He doesn't move. You sigh.

“Ladies, would you show this weak excuse for a man the way to his rightful place, please!”

The women snicker, hesitate, but the new power structure in the room is clear and leaves no space for doubt. The most daring takes the billionaires head and pushes it own, soon supported by her two fellow graces.

You turn your head and smile at your bull's face.

“Sorry, hon, I didn't even ask – you don't mind?"

He shakes his head smiling.

“A mouth is a mouth, and any bitch is a good bitch. I honestly wonder why he hasn't tried that while ago. I know how he stares at my cock. You're helping him progress, babe.”

You all have hearty laugh, getting louder as your cuck makes a disgusted face when the three women push his mouth to the limp, yet huge black cock.

You look down at him sternly.

“Let me make it clear – if you don't prove me that you like my juices so much that you lick them off of anything, you’ll Never get to taste them. Ever!”

He closes his eyes. You see an other tear roll down his cheek and smile. That really turns you on. Finally he puts out his tongue and touches the tip against the black shaft.

“Like you MEAN it!”

You lose patience and smack him on the back of his head with your palm. He begins to kiss the glans, lick it more enthusiastically and finally after another of your encouraging slaps, puts the top of the black cock into his mouth and begins to suck. Retreat. He makes a **** noise and stops immediately.

“Stop being such a pussy! Don't act like you haven't been thinking about it. And you’ve had plenty of time to learn from me!”

He sighs, sheds another tear and begins to suck the cock harder taking it deeper into his mouth. As he does so, you notice the cock grow again – your bull was honest, one bitch's mouth is a good for him as the next one’s, it seems. You grab the back of his head, pushing it deeper and deeper until you feel his resistance grow – he can’t breath any more and isn’t half way in he struggles against your grip, but the small man is much to weak to do anything about it. Eventually, you let go and he comes up, coughing, drool running down his chin, his cheeks tear streaked.

“Don't you dare throwing up on us, bitch!”

He gasps, takes deep breaths between his coughs.

“OK, OK. Whimp. To recover, you may take care of his balls for a while. You can do THAT without asphyxiating?"

He nods weak and obediently gets to work. That quickly you trained the **** little sissi to accept that licking another man's balls is a reward. You smile as you watch him. Imagine your former male self down there, ball in mouth, And can’t deny the thought makes you hot. For the umpteenth time making you wonder if that’s your female self detaches herself from the man you were or if the remains of the man in you you ALWAYS longed to do that. One way or the other. White boys licking heavy black balls are hot! Almost as hot as…

“Back to the cock, cuck!”

He gulps, but obeys, eagerly taking it as deep down as he dares, obviously to avoid further assistance from you. You snicker.

"There you go. That wasn't hard was it? Not you act like the cock hungry bitch boi that you are!”

He smacks his lips around the huge erect cock and as the women around you laugh about him, you join them

Eventually, your bull is ready again and the cuck gets to taste his first load of male cum – that isn’t his own. His natural reflexes as a cocksucker kick in and he swallows without thinking, taking the huge load without spilling a single drop.

You slap his cheek.

"That's a good boi. I can work with a cuck like that.”

Then flick a finger against his cage, making him wince.

“Keep it up like that and I may let you out, Eventually. Maybe.”

You lean back and cuddle up to your bull.

“Now back yo your armchair, we have to talk about our future arrangements. I’ll move in a your place, obviously. Not share a bedroom with you, of course, that would be gross. Full access to all your belongings – money, assets, stocks. And if this works out, I may even grant you the honour to marry me one say and make em an actual hotwife. But let's not get ahead of ourselves..."

As you go home an hour later, vision of wild future float through your head. One that would, of course require you to stay a woman...