Young Blonde Executive

Young Blonde Executive – By James Pendergrass

Chapter Nine - Cuckolded

Having been pimped out by my wife and Anna, my submission to the superior gender had officially reached a new level of degradation.  Sunday night, my wife laid out the outfit I was to wear to work the next morning.  She informed me that she'd had a lengthy discussion with Carissa and they agreed it made sense for me to be fully feminized at the workplace.  After getting Marsha’s ok (Marsha was semi retired and spending a year in France, now that she trusted Carissa with the keys), Carissa informed Amy, Gina and Joan of the new arrangement and it was relayed to me from Lydia that all the women were very much looking forward to seeing me in my new work outfit.  In the meantime, Lydia informed me that she had emailed the photographs of Saturday's escapade to the entire office. 

I glanced at the outfit my dominant wife had laid out on the bed for me.  She had selected a tiny pink miniskirt made of cheap fabric with a matching pink top that was more a sports bra than an actual top.  I was made to wear the hot pink high heels we'd purchased the previous day.  But the kicker was the panties.  She picked out the sluttiest pair of see-through bikini panties.  They were nothing more than a pink strip of silk fabric that would serve to bunch my imprisoned package in front of my body.  The only place there was any appreciable fabric was on the edges, which were made of a ruffled ultra-feminine knitting.  The back of the panties would wedge deep into my ass-crack, leaving my behind completely exposed.

"That way, the ladies just have to flip up your slut-skirt when they want to discipline you," Lydia said matter-of-factly. 

Lydia noticed my misery.  "Aw, don't feel so bad, Chucky," she said, laughing at me.  "At least you still have a job - and you get to serve a higher purpose.  Now, go wash up and get ready for bed."  She turned and walked confidently from my little room.

The next morning I put on my outfit and applied my make-up.  I have to confess I got a strange thrill when I pulled the tiny pink panties up over my hips.  I felt so feminine!  Before leaving, I knocked on the master bedroom door so that Lydia could inspect me.  Of course she ordered me to flip up the skirt and do a proper courtesy.  "Don't you look ravishing," she smiled.  "You’ll be a big hit at work," she laughed loudly.  "Now run along."

The executive assistants were the first to see me when I arrived at the office.  Joan and Gina began laughing hysterically as I staggered into the office.  "I didn't know Amy had fired Chuck and hired a little sissy bitch," chortled Joan, as she positively snorted with laughter. 

Gina approached me with a huge grin.  "Let's see those panties, bitch," she said.  "Flip up your skirt for us, you dirty little whore." 

Having been savagely spanked by Gina on several occasions, her orders were not to be taken lightly.  I immediately flipped up my skirt and thrust out my crotch so the women had a nice view of my tiny silk panties.  They hugged my chastised penis and balls and caused me some degree of pain.  I had to admit I was turned on both by the feel of the silk and the feeling of being so controlled. 

"Curtsey for us, like a proper panty slave," ordered Joan.  "And smile."

I forced the corners of my lips up and felt positively dizzy with humiliation as the composed women inspected me.

Joan took the opportunity to jab my package a few times with her pen.  I didn't move a muscle and said, "Thank you superior Miss Joan."

"Look at how well behaved our little office slut is," said Gina.  "The hairbrush truly is a wonderful thing."

"Indeed," said Joan. "You've clearly managed to spank all signs of disrespect out of our former sales exec.  Let's show him to the young women that helped put him in his place."

The two women escorted me to Carissa's office and cracked open the door.  Inside, Carissa and Amy were both decked out in sensible feminine business attire - dark skirts, stockings, white collared shirts, and heels.  They were working on a presentation.  Both of them dropped what they were doing and began laughing as Gina and Joan both pushed me forward for inspection.

"Oh my gawd," said Amy, as the beginnings of a huge smile came across her pretty face. 

I hung my head in complete shame.

"Now we've officially reached a state of complete humiliation, haven’t we?" said a beaming Carissa.

“Yes ma’am,” I said.  No longer did I call her boss, now that I no longer reported directly to Carissa. 

"Show her your panties, bitch," said Gina.  She then slapped the flimsy fabric of my right ass cheek with her open palm.  If anything was to jar me to attention it was a blow on the ass from Gina.  My mind instantly recalled the sheer terror of being over her lap for a full blown spanking.

"Yes Superior Miss Gina," I said, staggering forward from the blow.  I repeated the actions from before, thrusting out my crotch and lifting my tiny miniskirt so that my female conquerors had full viewing access to all of my shame.  “I love stiff cock in my ass and my mouth!” I said, repeating something Lydia had ordered me to do when I was in front of all the ladies.

They all burst into hearty laughter. 

"I hereby declare total victory!" said an elated Carissa.  "We've officially crushed the egotistical male penis!"

It took a while for the four women to compose themselves, but when they did, things got even worse for me.

"Girls, you have to see these photographs," said Carissa, escorting them over to her desk.  "You too, sissy bitch.  Come over here, but keep your skirt up nice and high so we can all be reminded of your complete defeat."

"Yes, superior Miss Carissa."

"Fucking right I'm superior," she said, rubbing it in.  "Look what I've done to you.  In fact, look at what all these women have done to you.  You have become our willing ass-clown.  Now just stand there and shut up while I show the ladies some photographs."

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I looked in horror at Carissa's big flat-screen monitor as the show began.  And of course, I was the butt of all the jokes.  The photographs featured me taking cock in every orifice.  The women made all kinds of lewd comments, as each photograph appeared on screen. 

"Look at the look on his face.  I think he likes it," said Gina.

"He already likes it, but he'll learn to LOVE it," said Carissa.

"Who is the woman that's dominating him?" asked Amy.

"That's Lydia's lawyer, Anna," said Carissa.  "She's an awesome female.  She was a big factor in helping us nail his balls to the wall," she said proudly.

After a few minutes, the photos got even worse, as they focused on my face getting absolutely covered with semen.  The ladies snorted with laughter as they got to a particularly lewd photograph.  Anna was next to me with a determined and satisfied look on her face.  She held my throat and pulled my hair back as the larger of the two men emptied his balls on my outstretched tongue.  My tongue cradled his hard dick.  By then, I had already taken several loads to the face and my cheeks and chin were covered with spunk.  The women all made it a point to discuss every detail of this incredibly humiliating photo.  They talked about what a badass femdom Anna was, and what a complete cum-guzzling slut I was. 

Gina: "Look at all the spunk on his face!"

Amy: "Yeah, it's like, caked on."

Joan: "I would like a copy of that photo."

Amy: "Me too."

"You all can have copies of it," said Carissa.  "In fact, we've already sold the entire series of photos to a popular femdom site.  Charlie's shame is going to be witnessed by millions of people worldwide.

I could feel the panic setting in as my predicament became increasingly apparent.  I again began to wonder how I had allowed this to happen to me.

Almost as though she could read my mind, Carissa turned and said, "Look, I can see the panic in his eyes.  You're probably wondering how this happened to you," she said.  "Right?"

"Yes, superior Miss Carissa," I said, as the sweat began coming out of my pours.

"You STILL don't get it, you stupid pervert.  I used your misbehaving little penis against you.  I outsmarted you and I took everything you have.  I've reduced you to a cock sucking whore whose sole purpose is to serve and entertain the superior gender."

"I still don't think he gets it," said Gina.  "Let me take him across my lap for you," she said, to my utter horror.

Carissa considered the offer, as I looked on, just praying she would decide to be kind for a change.  I realized I was no longer in charge of anything anymore.  My life was ruled by a group of women, led by this skinny 27 year old blonde bitch.

Carissa finally made up her mind: "That's a great idea, Gina.  Can't have too much discipline as far as I'm concerned."

The women cheered and I was immediately placed upon Gina's lap.  Carissa produced a sturdy hairbrush from her desk drawer.  Gina flipped up my pink miniskirt and gave me a blistering I will not ever forget.  I never forget any of her spankings, but this one was particularly savage.  I screamed, cried, sobbed, and did all those things I do when my ass is violated by the sadistic, unforgiving head executive assistant of our organization.  My legs positively convulsed as I tried in vain to escape.  None of them cared.  They just laughed and enjoyed my punishment.  When it was over I had to crawl on the floor and kiss four sets of high heels as four composed and satisfied women looked on.

“You’ve ruined his make-up,” said Joan.

“Go to the ladies room and compose yourself,” ordered Carissa.

“And come back when you’re done,” said Amy.  “We have additional orders for you.”

When I returned, Amy ordered me to go fetch her and Carissa some coffee while they resumed preparing for the presentation. 

After serving my superiors, both of whom ignored me as I placed their coffee down on the table in Carissa's office, I sat down at a cube in the main reception area and began arranging Amy's travel plans.  My feet were already sore from the painful shoes and my ass was so incredibly blistered that I found it hard to concentrate.  It didn't help that both Joan and Gina bossed me around all morning long, constantly making me fetch various things for them so they didn't have to move their big asses.  Their idea of 'thanks' was to reach under my skirt and give my imprisoned package a squeeze.

At lunch, Gina handed me a list of lunch requests.  They wanted me to walk down to the corner sandwich shop and get everyone salads!  I was maybe a bit hesitant, so Gina lifted my mini skirt and gave me one hard smack on the ass.  It was more than enough to send me on my way.  I felt fresh tears as I walked down to the store to get the sandwiches.  I received more than a few strange glances in the store, but fortunately made it back to the office without any major incidents.

When I got back, I was surprised to see that Kara had showed up at the office.  The former client who I called a cunt had a huge laugh when she saw me.  Then Amy surprised me by announcing they had invited a couple of maintenance guys up that afternoon.

"They will be having a party in your mouth," she said.

"Thank you so much for inviting me," said Kara.  "When I said I wanted to see him eat dick I had no idea how serious you ladies were."

"We aim to please, Kara," said Carissa.  "It's our new way of doing business here.  Anyway, we all love to see him get humiliated so it's not a major sacrifice."

Kara turned to me. "I hope you're hungry," she said with a big grin.

Amy then made me tell her how much I was looking forward to having the opportunity to guzzle some sperm for her amusement.  She then pulled out a banana that she must have brought to work and made me demonstrate my cock-sucking technique.  Like Anna had done yesterday, the petite Amy grabbed my throat and pulled on my hair while I choked on the banana.

After lunch, the maintenance guys showed up.  Both were dirty-looking gruff guys who seemed excited to be there. 

Carissa and Amy positioned me on the big couch in Carissa's office.  I was made to lie on my back and put my legs high up in the air while my head was positioned on the edge of the couch.  This way the men could take turns fucking my face while the women gathered around and cheered them on.

The first man, Hector - a big fat guy - pulled his pants down and stuffed his dirty, uncircumcised dick down my throat.  I nearly choked, but was already getting better at handling penis.  Soon I had a great rhythm going as I wrapped my red lips around his shaft and teased the underside of his unkempt dick with my tongue.  He grabbed my ears and began pumping away in my mouth.  Then he shot a huge load in the back of my throat.

"Oh, come on Hector," said Carissa.  We want to see it squirt into his dirty mouth."

Hector pulled out of my mouth and positioned his spurting dick on my lips where the last couple of spasms oozed out onto my tongue.  I greedily lapped up his sperm.  For some reason I enjoyed getting men off.  Perhaps I could relate - it was as close as I was going to get to my own orgasm on this day.

"It looks like he loves it," said Kara.

"He does.  Tell us how much you love it, cum slut," said Carissa.

"I love it," I mumbled as I thoroughly cleaned off Hector's cock, flicking my tongue on his pee hole until it stopped oozing.

"This isn't even a punishment," said little Amy, feigning disappointment.  "This cocksucker is enjoying himself too much."

Amy wanted me to suffer.  It was amazing what a little bitch she had turned into.  The other women were enjoying my show.  In fact, I suspected that they were turned on.  Kara looked particularly flushed.

Next, I serviced Hector's buddy Jose.  This time I pumped his big shaft as I sucked on the head and tickled his balls.  When it was apparent he was ready to cum, I stuck my tongue out and said with a lisp: "Feed me your spunk, you big stud."  This caused the room to erupt into hysterics.  I didn't like to humiliate myself like this, but at this point I would do ANYTHING to please my superiors and help ensure I didn't get spanked again any time soon.

"Make sure you don't spill a drop on my carpet," said Carissa, or I'll turn Gina loose on you with the hairbrush."  I swear that intelligent young woman could read my mind.  With that, I made certain to hold my mouth perfectly steady as Jose pumped his creamy sperm safely into the back of my throat.

After cleaning him off thoroughly, Carissa ordered me to get on all fours in the middle of the room.

"Who wants to see him take it in the ass?" she asked.

All the women immediately raised their hands and said, "meeee!"

Amy seemed to brighten.  She made me beg for it, but she was once again disappointed since I enjoyed getting my ass pounded.  It stimulated my prostate gland and gave me a combination of pleasure and pain as my penis leaked cum and strained against my chastity tube.

Over the next half hour, Jose and Hector took turns fucking my ass and mouth.  Carissa made sure they both shot their loads into my hungry mouth and once that was finished I was ordered to clean my anal juices thoroughly off their cocks.

“Who’s the fucking cunt now?” said Kara, as she exchanged gleeful high fives with the other ladies.

“Urghhh, I am,” I said through the penis that was stuffed in my mouth.

By the end of the day, my ass was so incredibly sore - both from the pounding it had taken and the lesson in respect Gina had administered in the morning.  I felt so used and was having trouble walking.  Amy gave me the once-over late in the day when I was about to leave, and for the first time since the morning, she seemed pleased with my state. 

I kneeled in front of her and recited the line I was always required to recite:  "Boss, I hope I was a faithful lackey for you today.  Can I have your permission to go home?"

Amy sat back in my former chair and crossed her legs.  She looked quite satisfied as she gave me the once over.  "Just look at what we've done to you," she said.  "And to think, you love being treated this way.  Yes, you're dismissed.  I'll call Lydia if I feel there are any behavioral issues that need to be addressed."

She turned away from me.  I knew I had to kiss her feet as a sign of respect before I departed, but as I assumed the groveling position, she kicked me lightly in my chin and said, "Get out of my sight, you dirty whore."

I thanked her and left.

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When I staggered into the front door that night, I was initially relieved.  I looked forward to a hot shower and a chance to clean off my face and my sore asshole.  I figured I'd just stay out of Lydia's way and could have some time alone to wallow in my sorrows that evening. 

Right when I entered the front door I heard the shrieking coming from upstairs.  At first I thought Lydia might be in trouble, but then I realized the sounds I heard were groans of pleasure, not panic or pain.  As I went up the stairs, the sounds became even clearer.  "YES! YESS! YESSSSSS!!" Followed by, "Oh god, yeah, Fuck me harder, Harder, HARDER!!  YESSSS!" 

I realized it was Lydia and my heart dropped.  Opening the door to the bedroom, I was stunned to see my wife lying on the bed.  Her legs were high in the air.  She still had her high heels on, but that was the only thing she was wearing.  Her beautiful tits were bouncing back and forth as a large man absolutely pounded her pussy with his big stiff rod.  Looking closer, I was even more stunned to see that it was a junior salesperson from my company, Keith Williams.  He was pumping my wife like a diesel engine.  His balls smacked against the underside of my Lydia's ass, as she squealed in ecstasy.

"Keith!" I said, "What the hell?!"

Keith looked up and to my surprise he began laughing.  Then I realized I was standing there in my sissy slut outfit.  My hair was a mess and makeup was all over my face. 

Then I heard my wife: "Charlie, get the FUCK out of my room, you sissy bitch, before I throw away your chastity key and blister your ass!" 

I immediately went to leave and on my way out, I heard my wife's wanton voice again.  "Stand by the door so you can hear the sound of a real man making love to your wife."

I stood by the door and listened as Keith fucked my wife for another 15 minutes.  The guy must have had some amazing stamina.  My wife had at least five orgasms.  I had never heard her make sounds like that in my life.  Keith was enjoying it as well.  He groaned and said, "That’s it, beautiful.  Your pussy feels so fucking juicy.  That's it, purr like a hot bitch in heat.  Who's your daddy?"

"You are!" she moaned.  "You arrrrrrrrrrre!" And again she was overtaken by a powerful orgasm.  I felt the shame come over me again, but I was also immensely turned on. 

Finally after what seemed like forever, I heard Keith say, "I'm gonna cum!  I'm gonna cum!" 

"Shoot it deep inside me, you big stud," moaned Lydia. 

Keith began groaning and then I could tell he had a powerful orgasm.  Finally they calmed down.  I heard them whispering amongst each other as I stood there like an idiot. 

Then I heard my wife:  "Charlie, come in here.  NOW!"

I opened the door and kneeled by my wife.  Keith was getting dressed.

She ignored me.  "Keith-stud, you want this sissy whore to clean off your big, thick cock?"

"No, that's ok.  Gotta run," he said.  He came over and while I kneeled there, he grabbed my wife like a rag doll and French-kissed her deeply.  He gave one of her tits a good grope and they said their goodbyes.  Lydia's face was flushed with a happiness I had never seen before. 

As he departed, she turned to me and said, "Now that's a man!"

For some reason, it hurt my feelings.  I could feel the tears well up in my eyes.

Lydia laughed out loud.  "Oh come now, Chuck, don't make me have to use the hairbrush."

I immediately composed myself.  Lydia ordered me to look at her.

"Look, Chuck, it's OBVIOUS you aren't going to be fucking me anymore -Thank god," she added.  "I need a real man to satisfy me.  Keith has a real-man's cock and he knows how to use it.  He gives me deep vaginal orgasms, something you never ever could do."

She paused to let it all sink in, while I hung my head in shame. 

"What did you expect to happen, dummy?" she said. "I have needs that you can't meet.  I need a real man to satisfy my cunt - not a feminized sissy.  But there's something you can do."  She pointed to her ravaged pussy. 

"Get down there and clean it up nice and good."

I hesitated.

"C'mon, you fool.  You should be used to it with all the man chowder you've been guzzling.  Now, don't make me tell you again.  Clean Keith’s paste out of hot cunt this instant."

I stuck my head between my wife's thighs.  Her pussy had been stretched by Keith.  It was partially open, and fully engorged from its recent strenuous activity.  Her dark pubes were soaked, and the odor was quite strong.  An amazing amount of cum had pooled on the bed below her snatch, but a healthy amount continued to ooze from her gash. 

"Clean the bed with your tongue as well," she said.  "If I don't sense that you are putting proper effort into it, I'll up your chastity by a month," she said, dangling the key in front of me.  "And I'll let Gina know, so she can take care of you tomorrow morning, if you get my drift."

With that I lapped up the fluid on the bed and thrust my tongue deep into Lydia's sated vagina.  I began ingesting the gobs of hot cum recently deposited by Keith.  Eventually Lydia had an orgasm and for a moment I felt proud.

"Ahh, it feels so good to be able to have multiple orgasms whenever I want.  Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"No, ma'am."

"I knew we could find some use for you," she said with a deep sigh of satisfaction.  "Now get out.  I'm through with you for the time being."   

Epilogue

I’m pulling my panties up over my ass and now I’m admiring myself in the mirror.  The hormone treatments or "whoremone" treatments prescribed to me by Carissa and Amy are beginning to pay off.  I’m looking more and more feminine every day.  I’m very excited for the day ahead.  Carissa has found a couple of big gay guys at the gym who want to fill me up.  It’s been almost three days since I last took hard cock in the ass.  If it was up to me, I’d take big, thick cocks in every orifice five times a day, but my female superiors insist upon regulating this, and all other aspects of my life.  No cock without their consent.  As it so happens, I’m no longer required in the office unless there’s cock that needs to be serviced.  I spend most days cleaning the ladies homes for which I’m paid a small stipend.  It’s just enough to cover my bare necessities.

I can feel my anus buzz with excitement as I apply my lipstick.  I’m also salivating at how it will feel to have my lips wrapped around their thick cocks and how delicious their salty loads will taste.  It’s especially exciting because Carissa and Amy will be back in the office to witness me “in action” (they missed my last gang-bang).  Kara will be supervising the event – She seems to take great joy in humiliating me in this fashion.  I don't think she ever got over the "stupid cunt" comment I had made back when I was a man.  She's been making me eat those words - literally - ever since.  She likes to make me actually chew on my cumloads before swallowing.  I find this habit annoying since it delays my gratification.  But she, Carissa, and Amy convinced me it was for the best because it gives them pleasure to see the look on my face while I eat semen.  Oh, just the thought of all that delicious sperm sliding down my throat as the women point and laugh is making my micro-penis strain against my chastity belt.  But there will be no release today, nor for another six weeks if, and only if, I perform satisfactory “work” between now and then.

I’m checking myself in the mirror one more time before I leave my apartment.  Lydia kicked me out a month ago, deciding she didn't want me around unless she needs me.  Now I live in a cheap apartment a mile away from my old house.  I suppose I could feel bad that Lydia, Carissa, Anna, Amy and the rest of the ladies that rule my world all live in nice big houses and drive big, luxury cars, but what’s the point?  They’re my superiors and it’s my true calling to serve them in any way I can. 

Now I’m smacking my lips once in the mirror.  And now I’m sticking my ass out.  I look great!  As I stick my ass out, I feel the nylon of my cheap miniskirt rub against my naked cheeks and it hurts.  Gina spanked me savagely two days ago when I was five minutes late with lunch.  I’m giving myself one last look before I walk confidently and happily toward my little used Hyundai. 

THE END