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Cuckold Sheboys in Obeah!(5)
TJ Ryder
Lloyd thought he looked a little too trampy after the cosmetic
bruising before some of marks faded, although his son Tracey, now named
Traci, was actively sucking cocks even when he had bruises all over his
chest and had to wear a concealing sweater.
"What shall we call you dear?" his wife said, sitting on her bed
and brushing her hair.
He frowned, turning sideways in only bra and panties, admiring the
large firm breasts with nipple rings. "I was thinking Marsha was
a good name, honey!"
"No dear, we'd have to change all the initials then. It should
start with an L. Tracey was so convenient, because Traci even sounds
the same. But what rhymes with LLoyd, is feminine, and begins with L?"
"Nothing, because Iv'e been thinking about it!"
"Well, honey, I thought it best if our master Tyrone gives you your
new name anyway! Sort of a new start that way, and good way to butter up
the boss and our master, don't you think?"
He blushed, now his own name would be chosen for him in addition to
his whole new look!
"So you'd better be extra nice to him, dear, if you don't want some
awful name!"
"Y-yes dear!"
"Now, what about your new outfits, I wish we had the same size but
we don't, but those are the ones I like on you, and you look so good!"
"Theyr'e... theyr'e so trampy!" He waved his newly painted fingernails
at the bed where two sheer low cut dresses lay. "And, nobody wears
miniskirts like that anymore! Why can't I wear something sleeker, more
businesslike?"
"Now dear, you wear trampy outfits because Obean black men like that! Now
with your hair long and a little makeup, even black teenagers will be
hitting on you!"
"Well..." he considered it, picking up the miniskirt, frowning as he
wondered what it would look like. "But my, you know, the bulge!"
His genitals had grown since his diet of recycled sperm had taken off
in the last couple months, like his son's. The testosterone had changed his
hormone levels and sex drive radically. He was capable of having a sympathy
orgasm just with a big black cock spurting inside his tight butt or
spraying gobs in his throat.
"OF course, dear, you can't be passable in a sheer tight dress, it
has to be a miniskirt like that, and even so if you get a hardon you
need to remember accessories, like tying a sweater around your waist!"
"Yes," he said, a little wistfully, and then went to his own makeup
table in their bedroom and picked up his own "BlackOnly' medallion to
wear between his own 40-d cup cleavage. Then he opened his mouth, wondering
if that shade of lipstick was flattering or just slutty, and clicked
the large tongue stud against the inside of his front teeth.
"And I don't know about this tongue stud, I can hardly pronounce certain
words!"
"I had the same problem, dear, but it hardly matters. Tyrone likes
the feeling of it just under his huge cock knob. And when a black man
sees you with one just think of his reaction. He knows all he has to
do is tell you to drop to your knees for his pleasure, isn't that nice?"
Lloyd groaned, because the whole look he had now broadcasted to
all black men he was totally submissive to them, like his whole family was!
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At the office of Lloyd's workplace, he received an intercom call, and
he swallowed. It was his boss!
"Lois, Lloyd, whatever yo name is now! Yo dere?"
From his tiny windowless office, he pushed the intercom button.
"Yes sir! I'm right here!"
"Good, yo wife still outta town on business?"
"Yes sir! Gone until tomorrow night, sir!"
"SHEEEEIT! Ah well, C'mon in an make a call for me den!"
"Yes SIR!"
Standing up his his low cut dress, he used a mirror from his purse
to check his makeup. He decided to touch up his lipstick and eyeliner.
Pursing his lips, he seemed satisfied. Then he pinched each of his
sensitive nipples to make them bigger, grimacing, and they did project
from his sheer top more, showing the rings as well. No beardline
at all any more, he slipped on the 4 inch pumps too uncomfortable to
wear except on special occasions, and wondered about his bulge.
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