Here is another story by My tiny-dicked wanna be cuckolded pig boy. He has turned into quite the author. This story is rather interesting and involves forced gay and sissy behavior as well as sissy cocksucking, blackmail and the Domination of a man and a woman by a Man and a Woman....AND a Woman pimping out her hottie boyfriend. Enjoy!

I was scared shitless. She came out of the car with her gun drawn and I started
babbling a mile-a-minute about how I worked there and was just getting a little
treat. She saw me trembling in fear and looked at her partner, a big guy, and they
started laughing. “I’m going to have to call the owner in the morning to check your
story,” she said, and I began to plead with her not to tell him or I would be fired.
She said she would think it over. I asked her name and she said it was Lieutenant
Farrell.

The next morning I went to work and spent the entire day on pins and needles,
waiting for the ax to fall. It never did. Lieutenant Farrell had decided to cut me a
break, to my great relief. Overcome with gratitude, I called the police station
after work and asked to speak with her. She played it cool, lecturing me again about
what I’d done and telling me that she might very well decide at a later time to
address the events of the previous night with my boss, should I ever do it again. I
swore that I wouldn’t and begged her not to tell him, telling her that I would do
anything to avoid the embarrassment. That’s when she mentioned that she did have
something for me that could go a long way toward getting me off the hook with her. I
begged for the chance to redeem myself, and she made me give her my address and
phone number.

Saturday night came along and Lieutenant Donna called just as I was about to settle
in to watch some TV. She said she was coming to pick me up and to get my ass
dressed. She sounded tough, and it was a real turn-on. I felt my tiny cock begin to
stir as she spoke. Soon, I heard a car pull up outside my garden apartment and I
looked out; there she was, sitting in a black Corvette. She saw me and revved the
motor, lighting-up the neighborhood with the roar of that big engine. I ran outside
shushing her, which was a mistake. As I jumped in, she smacked me across the face
with her leather-gloved hand. It stung and I cried out with a loud whimper. She just
laughed and said, “Relax – it wasn’t that hard, you sissy. Anyway, what’s anyone
going to do – call a cop?” With that, she hit the gas and off we went, her tires
squealing as she left an inch of rubber on the street.

I asked where we were going and she said, “The Crazy Horse.” I gulped. The Crazy
Horse was a male strip club famous for its stud dancers and frequent prostitution
stings. The dancers there were notorious for going home with whichever ladies were
willing to spend big money for the chance to fuck a man packing 10” of talented
meat. Female cops were always going undercover there, but Donna didn’t exactly fit
the profile of a plain, plump, horny housewife with a husband away on business. She
was about 5’4” with shoulder length hair, brunette, with big tits and a round, hard
ass, her perfectly pedicured feet encased in kick-ass strappy stilettos. A girl like
that didn’t need to pay for prime meat. As it turned out, we were going as customers
that night, and was I ever in for a treat.

Inside, the place was wall-to-wall women, mostly portly types. I saw a big blond
muscleman at one table, his huge cock dangling in the face of a red-faced and
obviously embarrassed lady. Her friend, however, reached over and grabbed it and
began squeezing on the enormous head. He gave her a couple of seconds for a thrill
and then pulled away just as she got up the nerve to try sucking it. She lunged at
it and looked ridiculous as he danced away, waving and blowing her a kiss as his
hips gyrated and his big dick and balls swayed to the techno beat that was blasting
from the huge speakers flanking the room.

Donna led me to a table in a dimly lit corner of the room. After ordering a
Margarita for herself and a Shirley Temple for me, she pointed to a tall, lean but
muscular young stud and motioned for him to come over and dance for us. As he came
closer, I could see that he had a narrow waist and a distinct V-shaped torso, with
thickly muscled arms and thighs and a washboard stomach. His cock hung low, an easy
7” soft and thick as my wrist. His big balls were hanging, too, and his pubic area
was nicely shaved, which really enhanced the look of his sexy package. My little
weenie really got a jolt when I got a good eyeful of him, up close and personal.

Donna introduced him as Scott, and I said hi, but he didn’t speak to me. I felt like
an idiot, but wasn’t that the idea? As he danced, he moved ever closer to me, until
I could practically taste the precum on the tip of his cock. “Go ahead, you can
touch it,” Donna urged. I hesitated, then saw her face fall and her eyes take on a
steely cold glare. “I said handle it,” she spit. I took it in the palm of my hand,
and as she nodded in approval I was struck by the sheer weight of his meat – it was
heavy! “His balls – feel his balls, Twink,” she said, and I did. The skin was soft
and his big testicles moved inside as I fondled them. “Wanna lick them?” he said,
and they both cracked-up laughing as I turned beet red. “Oh well, the night’s
young,” Donna said, and Scott wheeled and shook his rock-hard buns in my face,
backing up quickly and burying my big nose between them, where I got a good whiff of
his musky and muscular ass. Again, they both laughed hard and she reached between my
legs
and felt my little dick. “We’ve got wood – ok, a twig!” she laughed, and I turned
another shade of crimson as he danced away and into the crowd.

After a while, Scott rejoined us and I heard him tell Donna that he had a live one.
“The Jew broad over there – she’s got her wedding band off but I can see the tan
lines around it – obvious,” I heard him say. Donna said something and he answered,
“$500.” I guessed that this woman had offered Scott $500 to go home with her. I was
shocked that Donna, a police officer, was hearing this and doing nothing, but the
fact was that she and Scott lived together and a cop’s salary didn’t exactly allow
them to live the high life, so she was ok with Scott’s line of work and even used
her status as a police officer to help him stay out of legal trouble.

Around 2:00 am, the club was closing and we followed Scott and his date back to her
house. When she saw us get out of Donna’s car she started to protest, but she was
half-drunk and could practically taste Scott’s dick, so that was that and we went
inside. As it turned out, there were two women; the one who lived there – her name
was Myra, if you can believe it – and her girlfriend, whose name I never got. Both
of them went for Scott’s fly at the same time, but Myra pushed the other one aside.
“I’m paying, so I’m going first!” she cried. “Oh Myra,” her friend sighed.
Meanwhile, Scott was chuckling at the scene, turning to Donna and giving her the
finger-down-the-throat sign at the scene unfolding before him – two fat, ugly Jew
girls fighting over who was going to suck his cock first. As if he would cum and it
would be all over, like it probably was with her shyster lawyer husband.

As Myra started, Donna stepped in and demanded that she take her clothes off. Scott
feigned disgust – ‘No, no – arraggh!” like he was going to puke. As Myra disrobed,
she began to resemble a cow, with shapeless tits hanging down, along with her fat
belly. “Totally gross.” Donna said. As her friend started to say something, Donna
wheeled and flashed her badge at her and the friend started blabbering how sorry she
was and were they going to be arrested. “Just shut the fuck up!” Donna commanded.
With that, the friend took off running so fast that she forgot that there was a wall
to avoid and ran into it with a thud, face first. Donna broke up laughing at the
sight of this chubby girl sprawled on the floor. The girl got to her feet, staggered
and stumbled through the doorway and out of the house, Donna’s raucous laughter
ringing in her reddened ears. “Scratch one,” Donna smirked. “She won’t be back.”

By now, Myra had the head of Scott’s cock in her mouth and was sucking on it like a
newborn calf. “Shit, don’t you even know how to suck dick?” Scott said. “Hey Donna,
get your friend over here – I’m sure he can show her how it’s done.” Donna gave me a
hard kick and, laughing, said, “You’re on, sweet cheeks.” The blood drained from my
head as I said, “Oh please – I can’t!” and started to tremble. Scott wheeled, his
dick popping out of Myra’s mouth, and started toward me with a closed fist. Like the
friend, I stumbled back and away from him in total fear, falling to the ground with
the wall at my back. As he neared I began screeching, “Ok! I’ll do it! Just please
don’t hit me!”

Scott faked a punch and I flinched like a scared puppy. He stopped short and said,
“Well, get the fuck over here and suck my cock!” In a flash, I was on my knees with
his now semi-erect dick in my mouth. “Ahhh,” he sighed. “That’s better.” I took a
breath through my nose and swallowed his shaft, until I felt the head pass my
tonsils. Breathe, I told myself. And don’t bite down, or you’re dead. He stroked in
and out for a few minutes, his balls slapping me on the chin in a sultry rhythm.
Soon, Myra began to whine from her spot on the carpet.

“Stop with him already. I’m the one who’s paying you! When are you going to fuck me?”

Scott paused and turned toward her, his big prick still between my lips. I struggled
to stay attached. “Fuck you? You think I’m going to fuck you? I don’t fuck pigs like
you!”

Myra blushed and began to squirm. You could tell that she’d heard this before. “Oh
please,” she pleaded. “I’m so horny. Please fuck me!”

Scott looked at Donna, who was taking it all in. “Hey, don’t look at me. You’re the
one who’s got to stick his dick in that,” she said, pointing at Myra. Myra’s pussy
was visibly wet and a pungent and unpleasant odor was beginning to find its way to
our nostrils. “Jesus, she stinks!” Donna complained.

Scott had produced a couple of packets of condoms and was in the process of slipping
on the second one when he suddenly stopped and gestured toward the kitchen. “Hey
Hymie, go get me a paper bag.” I obeyed immediately, returning with a folded brown
paper bag. Scott grabbed it and poked a hole in it, then turned toward Myra.

“If I have to fuck you, then you’ve gotta wear this bag over your head. If you
don’t, I’m liable to puke.” Myra looked at him in amazement, but he clearly wasn’t
kidding. “I’m serious – put it on or no cock for you.” Myra sighed and slipped the
bag over her head, and Donna began laughing hysterically at her willingness to
accept the humiliation. “Oh, ride em cowboy,” she cried, slapping Myra on the ass
with her leather clad hand as Scott thrust his weapon into Myra’s fishy cunt. Myra
began to moan, “Oh God, oh God! I’m sorry, Jerry!” Again, Donna and Scott went into
convulsions. “Jerry?” Donna cried. Jerry had to be the short-dicked lawyer husband.
“I’ll bet Jerry would love to see this!” Donna laughed, and with that she produced a
digital camera and, unbeknownst to Myra, began taking pictures of Scott plowing her
with two condoms on and a bag over her head.

Soon, Scott had had all he could take of this. He pulled his cock out of her big,
hairy pussy and instructed her to peel off the condoms with her teeth. “Do it, or
I’ll do it myself and cum all over Jerry’s precious leather recliner!”

“Oh no, don’t! Please!” she cried, closing her eyes as she attempted to fight
through her own stink to pull the rubbers off him. As she did, Scott began to fake
moans, as if he was losing control – which, of course, he was not. “Oh, oh…I’m going
to cum!” he stammered. “Get me a towel!” Frantically, Myra dashed into the kitchen
to get a roll of paper towels. She dove back into the living room and thrust one at
Scott. Scott was about to take it when he glanced at Donna, winked and said,
“Oh…oh…I can’t hold it!” With that, he turned and with total control let loose with
a long squirt of think cum, right on the seat and backrest of Jerry’s chair. Myra
cried out hysterically, “No! Oh, God, no!” She dove for the chair and tried to wipe
up the cum, and as she did Scott delivered his second salvo, all over her hair and
back. Myra collapsed face down on the chair, sobbing, “What am I going to do?”

With that, Donna tapped her on the shoulder and held up her hand. On it was Myra’s
diamond ring. “That chair’s the least of your problems, fatso. What’s Jerry boy
going to do when you tell him you lost your diamond?” Myra’s mouth fell open in
shock. “Bu…but…you can’t do that. That’s stealing!” Donna laughed and held up the
camera. “Well, it’s either that or blackmail,” she said calmly. “How do you think I
feel? I’m the one who had to wade through a drawer of giant, disgusting fat-girl
panties to find it!”

“But what am I going to tell Jerry?” Myra sobbed.

“Tell him you got fucked by a real man. And by the way, digital pictures last
forever. So we’ll be seeing you again soon.”