****** Paying For My Attitude by WimpHub ******
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Paying For My Attitude


I remember very well the night it all started. I was at the bar with three of
my drinking buddies, preaching about how the blacks were inferior and that they
should be kept in their place. I was also boasting about all the women I had
had, while my doting, faithful wife waited at home for me. While I was doing
this, I noticed they were looking at one another and laughing a little louder
than usual. I put this down to the fact that we were all pretty drunk.

While I was talking, I noticed two black women at the end of the bar. They
looked like sisters, and seemed to be about my age of 35. I have to admit they
were attractive, both big breasted with long, shapely powerful looking legs.
When I noticed them, my voice became deliberately louder, and my derogatory
racist comments more vicious.

Eventually, my buddies decided it was time to go home, and they left me as I
had one for the road. Whilst I was drinking that, one of the black women
attracted my attention and asked the time. I told her to fuck off, and she left
with a strange smile on her face.

I downed my drink and left the bar. I remember beginning to walk towards home,
and then everything went black. The next thing I remember is waking up in a
strange room. Ropes were attached to my wrists and ankles, and my arms and legs
were pulled wide apart. I also noticed that I was naked, except for a sort of
cage device attached to my cock, and I was lying on a rubber sheet. As I
stirred, I heard a voice from the other side of the room.

"I see our guest is awake at last. That drug in his drink really worked well,
didn't it?"

I looked up to see who was speaking. Sitting together on the sofa were the two
women from the night before, either side of an older woman who turned out to be
their mother Blossom, who had been doing the talking. She was not only big
breasted like her daughters, but big all over. All three women wore transparent
black night-dresses.

The women walked over to me. Blossom put a knee either side of my upper body,
looking down at me while her daughters knelt either side of my head.

"Hi, I am Blossom," she announced. "On your left is my elder daughter Petula,
and on your right my youngest Daisy. You showed them great disrespect last
night, and you are here to learn your lesson."

"Let me go, you black bitches," I yelled. "Or there will be trouble!"

With that, Blossom slapped my face backwards and forwards about half a dozen
times with great force, until my ears rang.

"You need to learn some respect, and realise who is the inferior being here,"
Blossom informed me, and spat full in my face.

Petula and Daisy took their cue from her, and added their spit to my face. They
decided they enjoyed that, and all continued to spit on me until my face was
covered with female saliva.

"That is disgusting!" I complained.

"Oh, you will really know what disgusting is when we are finished with you,"
laughed Daisy. "Mom, are you ready to give him the "white wimp's welcome"?"

"Oh yes," confirmed Blossom, as she stood up and straddled my body, facing my
feet.

As she pulled up her night-dress, I got a good view of her thick calves and
thighs, and her huge ass. She squatted down, until her ass was just an inch or
two from my face.

"Have you ever eaten a black woman's shit?" Petula asked me.

"Of course not," I said indignantly. "I would never do something like that."

"You will boy," replied Petula menacingly. "Mom needs to take a dump, and you
are going to be her toilet. Now open wide."

I resolutely kept my mouth closed, and Petula asked Daisy to persuade me. Daisy
moved down towards my feet. Because of Blossom's ass in front of me, I could
not see what she was doing, but soon found out when the most excruciating pain
I have ever felt travelled from my balls all the way up my stomach, causing me
to scream.

"Now," said Petula softly. "You are going to receive Mom's shit in your mouth,
aren't you?"

I just nodded, and opened my mouth wide. I heard Blossom strain, then saw the
rosebud of her ass open, as a stream of soft, brown evil smelling shit oozed
from her. Firstly it filled my mouth, and as it carried on, my mouth and nose
became completely covered. Petula knocked away some of the surplus shit on to
the floor, to allow me to breathe and to eat the shit that was left.

"Enjoy it boy," laughed Petula. "There will be a lot more of that before you
leave here."

I gagged constantly, trying to keep the evil waste down, much to the amusement
of the three women. When I finally finished, Blossom wiped her ass on a tissue
and forced it into my mouth. I begged for a drink, as my mouth was dry and I
wanted to take away the awful taste.

"Of course," said Petula sweetly, as she placed her knees either side of my
head, and tickled my lips with the crinkly hair of her pussy. "I have a
bellyful of piss for you to wash down all that tasty shit."

With that, she proceeded to slowly piss in my mouth, replacing the taste of
shit with the warm, salty flavour of her urine. When she had finished the women
left the room, to allow me to contemplate what had happened, and what else
would happen to me during my stay with them. Before they left, I tried to
reason with them, telling them my wife would be worried. They just laughed,
saying why would she be concerned about an ugly, tiny dicked wimp like me.

Nothing happened for some time, then I heard the door open and looked to see a
tall, muscular black man enter the room. It turned out to be 32 year old Paul,
Blossom's only son. He walked over to me, unzipped his trousers, and released
the biggest cock I have ever seen. He looked down at me, and said the single
word "open".

Afraid of what he might do to me in my vulnerable position, I did as I was
told. He let go a powerful stream of piss into my open mouth and all over my
face. When finished, he simply zipped himself up, and left the room without
another word.

It was half an hour before there was any more activity, until the door opened
again and to my relief, I saw my wife Helen and her mother Sophie. Helen is 32,
a short, pretty redhead with a trim figure. By contrast, her 52-year-old mother
is tall, with dark hair and a stunningly attractive face. She has put on a few
pounds over the years, but all in the right places. Her figure is curvy, with
large breasts and long, shapely legs with plenty of meat on them. Sophie has
always disliked me for my treatment of my wife, and for the fact that I tried
to hit on her at a drunken family party.

The two women kicked off their shoes at the door, and entered the room
barefoot. I told them I was never more glad to see anybody. Looking concerned,
my wife asked me what had happened, and I told her the whole story. Instead of
coming to release me as I expected, she pulled her skirt up to her waist and
began to remove her panties.

"Well, if you can be a toilet for complete strangers, you can certainly be one
for your wife," she announced, as she stood over me with her pussy in full
view.

I could not believe my ears, and then it dawned on me.

"You are in on this aren't you?" I asked incredulously.

"Absolutely," she replied with a wicked grin. "That guy with the huge cock who
used you as a urinal earlier is my new man, he has been fucking me for two
months now. Ironic, isn't it? The racist's wife is getting her pussy regularly
crammed with black cock. All your drinking buddies know about it, they have
been laughing behind your back for weeks! As far as I am concerned, your cock
is now redundant and that is why the cage has been fitted on you. In future,
you will not be able to fuck me, or any of the lady friends you have picked up
previously. Your sex life, my darling husband is well and truly over!" Sophie
smirked, as she saw the look of horror on my face.

I was shocked beyond belief that my sweet, faithful wife could do this to me,
and with a black man. It did explain, though, the knowing looks and laughter in
the bar the night before.

"Now," my wife went on. "Are you going to open that toilet bowl mouth nice and
wide so that I can shit in it, or shall I get mother to persuade you like Daisy
did earlier?"

Knowing how much Sophie despised me, I decided the best course of action would
be to let my wife do as she wished. She placed her trim bottom above my mouth,
and prepared to fill it.

"Make him take it all," encouraged Sophie. "Choke the slimy bastard with your
shit!"

Helen strained, and dropped a large log into my mouth. She turned to watch, as
I chewed on it and tried hard to swallow without vomiting. While I was doing
this, my wife chose that moment to inform me that her mother was moving in with
us, and I was to become permanent toilet to both of them. She further advised
me that Blossom and her girls would be only too pleased to beat the shit out of
me, should I argue the point or refuse at any time.

After Helen had given me two more logs, and I had licked her ass clean, I
noticed that Sophie was removing her panties. I looked up, and got my first
ever view of my mother in law's hairy bush, though not in the circumstances I
would have wished. She placed one foot by my head, the other on my chest.
Steadying herself, she aimed a stream of warm, yellow piss into my mouth,
telling me to get used to the taste because I would be drinking untold gallons
of it in future.

As Sophie stepped away after using me, I heard her curse.

"Damn. I have stepped in some shit!" It was Blossom's, which Petula had brushed
off my face earlier. "Look Helen, it's all over my sole, and it has squeezed in
between my toes."

"Never mind mother," my wife replied. "David loves female feet, he will be more
than happy to lick it off for you, won't you dear?" I nodded resignedly.

Helen brought over a chair, and Sophie sat with her pretty, shit covered foot
in my face as I licked her clean. When I thought I had finished, she wickedly
went back and pressed her foot into the shit again, so that I had to start
over.

"I like having my feet licked," she announced. "I think David will be spending
a lot of time on his knees in future sucking on my toes."

As I was finishing off the job, two young black girls came into the room. They
were Jane and Julia, daughters of Daisy and Petula respectively. Both were
dressed in similar night-dresses to their mothers. Both 17, they were
stunningly attractive with incredible figures. They also had worldliness about
them for girls so young. They looked as though they knew very well how to deal
with men.

"Have you come to use my new toilet?" asked my wife brightly.

"Not yet," answered Jane. "We have come to give your husband the special kiss
that we reserve for the white bigots our mothers collect."

With that, the two girls knelt either side of my head.

"Open wide boy," ordered Julia. Have you any idea how humiliating it is, being
called "boy" by a black teenage girl when you are 35?

I did as I was told, and before I knew what was happening, Jane had leaned
forward, stuck her fingers down her throat and sent a load of vomit into my
mouth and over my face. She and her cousin giggled at the sight of me.

"Keep it open boy," ordered Julia. "Plenty more to come!"

Both girls treated me to three loads of vomit before their stomachs were empty,
with my wife and mother laughing uproariously in the background as they watched
me swallow the filthy mess.

To cut a long story short, I spent the rest of the weekend at the house being
abused by all the women. Eventually, on Sunday evening Helen and Sophie
released me to take me home. As we were leaving, Daisy came up to me and put
her arms around my neck.

"Now you will be sure to do everything Helen and Sophie tell you, won't you?"
she said. I nodded. "Well here's a reminder anyway."

Having said that, she brought her powerful knee savagely up between my legs. I
cried in pain and dropped to the floor. Helen and Sophie dragged me to my feet.

"Don't make such a fuss," chided my wife. "Having a female knee in your balls
is going to be a regular occurrence for you in future, especially if mother has
her way!" All the women laughed as we went on our way.

Back at home, we soon settled into a routine. Apart from being at their beck
and call every evening for toilet duty, my wife and her mother set about
driving me crazy with frustration. They would walk about the house scantily
dressed, and I would often find Sophie in just her lacy underwear, flaunting
her big tits and long, white sexy legs. After a time, they decided, as my cock
was not being used, I should use my tongue to give them both pleasure. I was
soon made to sleep alternate nights with them, licking their feet, tits, ass
and pussy until they were satisfied, before being forced to sleep in close
proximity to their attractive naked bodies.

It was two months after my enforced abstinence began that our wedding
anniversary arrived. Helen indicated to me in the morning that she would
prepare my favourite meal in the evening, and with a wink told me that my cock
cage would be removed for the evening. I went to work on a high, and spent the
day imagining what would happen in our bed that night.

When I got home that evening, Helen was wearing just a short, flimsy night-
dress. She had taken care with her hair and make up, and looked more desirable
than I have ever seen her. She kissed me warmly, and told me to go upstairs and
strip off, then go to her mother's room so that she could unlock the cock cage.
She told me not to be long, as she was dishing up the dinner.

Naked, I went to Sophie's room. Like Helen, she was wearing a night-dress, and
looked equally stunning. She took off my cage, and then pressed her soft body
against me and gave me a French kiss. My cock rose to attention immediately.

"My, you are pleased to see me!" she laughed, and led me to the bathroom.

Once there, she told me to kneel in the shower. She then grabbed my hair and
pulled my head back, at the same time telling me to open my mouth. I was
treated to two mouthfuls of vomit, obviously intended to spoil my appetite for
dinner. Fortunately, I threw it all straight up again, and was still hungry as
we went downstairs.

We entered the dining room just in time to see my wife vomit over my dinner for
the second time. I sat down and looked at the mess in front of me. Sophie and
Helen grinned with huge amusement, as they watched me shovel the mixture of
food and vomit into my mouth, gagging all the while.

As soon as I had finished, I rushed to the kitchen, where I unloaded everything
into the sink. After this, Helen told me to go up and wash my mouth out and
return to them. When I came back, I was ordered on to my knees in front of
Sophie, and made to commence worshipping her bare feet with my lips and tongue.
I could already see that my chances of sex with my wife that night were fading
fast. This was confirmed when the doorbell rang, and Helen came back in the
room hand in hand with her lover Paul.

I was made to continue lapping Sophie's feet and sucking her toes, as my wife
and Paul sat together on the sofa. After a while, Sophie tapped me on the head
and spoke.

"Look at those two, don't they make a lovely couple?"

I turned and saw that Paul had his hand up my wife's night-dress, and was
playing with her pussy. For her part, she had released his giant cock, and was
stroking it lovingly.

"My husband seems happier playing with my mother's feet than looking after me,"
she said to Paul. "Will you take me upstairs and give me my anniversary fuck?"

"I certainly will," said her lover enthusiastically, and I caught sight of my
wife's sexy white legs as she led him up to our bed.

I continued licking Sophie's feet as I began to hear sighs coming from our
bedroom, as Paul gave my wife pleasure with his huge weapon. When Sophie had
had enough foot worship, she got me to start kissing my way up her legs until I
reached her pussy. All the time, my wife's moans and sobs were getting louder.
I lapped at my mother in law's pussy until she too began to moan. Eventually,
Sophie reached her orgasm at the same time that Helen screamed out hers
upstairs. The sound of that, coupled with my unbearable frustration sent me
over the edge, and I began to sob.

"Oh David," laughed Sophie. "I have made you cry. That's wonderful, I shall be
trying even harder to do that in future as your frustration gets worse and
worse. Come on let's show Helen, she will love this!"

She took me by the hand, and we went to the bedroom. Helen's head was on Paul's
chest, and there was a look of post-coital bliss on her face. She looked up as
we walked in, and immediately noticed my tear stained face.

"Oh mother," she exclaimed. "You have done a wonderful job on him. Look Paul,
she has teased him so much his little cock is still erect!"

"What would you like me to do to get rid of the erection asked Sophie,
grinning. "Shall I jerk him off, or shall I let him fuck me?"

"That's very sweet of you mother," replied Helen. "But I think the quickest way
is if you kick him in the balls very hard."

"I'm sorry," Sophie said to me with mock regret. "But your wife has made the
decision. Open your legs, there's a good boy."

I spread my legs, and Sophie's right foot, which I recently spent so much time
pampering, smashed into my unprotected balls. I screamed out, and hit the
floor, to the sound of laughter from Paul and the two women. Sophie could not
resist a savage kick to my stomach as I lay on the floor squirming.

When I had recovered, I was taken back to Sophie's room, where she fitted the
cage back on my cock. She then sat on the bed, and cruelly made me spend half
an hour licking the foot that had just done me so much damage, before making me
sleep next to her as my wife was repeatedly fucked next door.

Knowing how important my wife had considered our anniversary in the past, it
was obvious to me then that there would be no let up in her cruelty towards me,
and so it proved.

Life carried on much the same, and once a month Blossom and all the women in
her family were invited over for the weekend. These became my "Piss and shit"
weekends, where I ate only shit, and drank only piss, together with large
helpings of vomit, which seemed to be the teenage black girls' speciality.

Just think how different my life could have been, had I not been a black hating
adulterer.

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