“Oh, honey,” she patted him on the leg. “I know you aren’t even half a man, but you’re my husband and I wanted you to have me first on our wedding night. BUT,” Crystal pepped up, “Now that we got that over with we can have some real fun. Since you aren’t up for the job there is no sense in leaving our new friends just sitting around, don’t you think?”
Within minutes Crystal was staring at Brian as she sucked on one long black dick and then the other. She slapped them against her face and jacked them off. Brian watched as his new bride (wearing his mother’s wedding dress to add injury to insult) opened her pussy to their massive cocks and berated him constantly while she did. At one point she told Brian to hold the camera and record her. He picked up the camera from the hotel night stand and continued the recording of his wife fucking two black strangers.
The honeymoon lasted four days.
When Brian and Crystal came back, Alice was the first to tell them about Ben’s death. The police weren’t saying anything publicly but word had already leaked out to the press that he had “died from a heart attack stemming from an overdose of drugs including Viagra and cocaine.” The reports went on to describe the room scattered with sex toys and pornography. Carol was visibly upset and filled in the blanks, spilling the beans on the types of pornography found and how bruises from straps were found all over his body. Murder was never mentioned. Instead they figured he had died accidentally in a kinky sex act with a prostitute and they were now looking for this woman as a ‘person of interest.’
Brian, despite his complete submission to Crystal, connected the dots. It wasn’t hard given the porn found in Ben’s hotel room was described as featuring “black men and white women”. His mind flashed to the searches he had conducted on the Stanwick personal computer – not just on Carol’s account but Ben’s as well. He had given Crystal all the information on his prescription medications, his work schedule, his golf schedule, and so on. The hotel his body was found in was close to the country club; a common lodging for extended family and wedding parties to stay at.
While Crystal was taking a shower, Brian snooped through her closet and his eyes were caught by the black wig hanging on the inside of the closet door. He looked down and saw the tall black boots. The image shown on the news of the woman walking away from the hotel sprang to mind and panic welled up in his gut. He closed the closet door and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.
His new wife returned from the bathroom and walked into the apartment’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She looked at Brian and furrowed her brow, “Husband, what’s wrong?”
He looked at her wide eyed, “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m just sitting here is all.”
“Why haven’t you made breakfast then? What’s your problem?” She began brushing her hair in the vanity mirror, glancing at him in the reflection and trying to read his face.
“Okay, I’ll go make breakfast,” he stepped past her and paused in the doorway. “Crystal, do you remember that video disk you asked me to help you edit? You know, the ones of Carol and Jennifer?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you make that?”
“I have my reasons, dear husband. Don’t you worry yourself about things like that.”
“But-”
“You know it isn’t a good idea to ask questions you don’t want the answers to.” His new wife stared at him squarely with her pale blue unblinking eyes.
“Okay,” he looked at his bride with fear all over his face, and then turned to go to the kitchen.
Crystal stopped him, “Brian?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to ask you to help me make a new DVD today.”
Brian swallowed hard, “Who’s going to be on this one?”
She turned back to the mirror and grinned, “I think you know.”
Meeting John Kinsley
Having access to an assortment of high quality wigs was a professional perk in the dancing industry. The girls often switched things up for the patrons, especially if more than a couple girls called off and they needed a better assortment of entertainment. How many times had the girls gotten responses from their lap dance customers about how they were so much hotter than the “last girl”, when the last girl was actually them? Blondes becoming brunettes, brunettes becoming redheads – to a drunk guy who was shoving fives in your g-string it didn’t matter if they knew or not.
Crystal chose a brunette wig with curly style hair that went even lower than her own blonde hair did. The fact that hers was so thin made it possible to easily conceal it beneath the brown spiraling locks. She slipped into a tight black cocktail gown and put on her best heels, then grabbed a small overnight suitcase from the top of the closet. She filled it with the plastic vagina she had used on Ben Stanwick along with some newer bondage equipment she picked up from the boutique. These straps were padded and fuzzy, yet just as strong as the others. No sense in leaving bruises this time.
Maurice had been by earlier and dropped off the new drugs she needed. He had been a wonderful friend and companion for these three years and had done his best to make Tina comfortable in her final days. He was the shoulder Crystal cried on and her confidante through all of her plans. As a nurse, Maurice was able to get the drugs that she requested not to mention the invaluable information on deadly medicinal interactions. In fact, it was an innocuous conversation the two of them had in the hospital cafeteria that had inspired Crystal’s twisted plans that culminated tonight.
The file in her bag contained Brian’s vasectomy paperwork and the sperm count testing from the lab. It also had their marriage license with Pemberton highlighted as Brian’s new last name. She packed a copy of the DVD she and Brian worked on all day long and made a last minute check of her lipstick in the mirror before turning to the bed. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” she asked.
Brian shook his head. Had he made a deal with the devil? Struggling was worthless, having given up getting away a half hour ago when she handcuffed him to the bed and gagged him with a pair of her panties. Part of him wanted to cry, wanted to scream, wanted to turn back time and make it so that he never met his wife. But things had gone much, much too far to ever turn back. The part that rebelled against his spouse was dying, leaving a shell of a man. Even knowing what he had done and all the things Crystal was about to do, Brian’s eyes kept darting back to the television screen – the sound of screams and moans kept distracting him from Crystal and her murdering intent.
“I’M YOUR QUEER GIRL! I’M YOUR QUEER GIRL!” Sarah’s screams emanated from the television. “FUCK! I’M YOUR LESBIAN FUCKING WHORE! OOH YES YES YES!”
Crystal walked over and lightly stroked her husband’s stiffness, making Brian shudder in pleasure and moan into the gag. “You know, sweet husband. I find it interesting that you couldn’t even get it up for me on our wedding night but your little pecker is rock hard watching this DVD we burned today.”
It was shamefully true, yet all Brian could do was wish she would un-cuff him so he could masturbate. Or at least stay long enough to finish the hand job she was giving him. Neither would happen, however, until he returned.
“I’ll have to remember that watching her makes you so happy, and nothing’s too good for my pathetic little pervert of a husband. I’ll make sure we make more of these movies. Many, many more.”
She walked out of the room and finally left the apartment, leaving Brian stiff and unable to do anything but watch one scene after another while little bits of cum dribbled out of the top of his tiny little penis. Some scenes he was all too familiar with; the ones that came before this in particular since he was in them.
Crystal must have hidden the camera many times as she fucked her black lovers in Brian’s presence. The video they produced was a montage of their personal cuckold scenes. Some were Brian tied up, others featured him sitting on the bed and masturbating as Crystal took those dark shafts deep within her.
After his cuckold scenes with Crystal came the Mandi
ngo party his mother first attended. Crystal made sure Brian knew every detail as they edited the film, forcing him to watch it and berating him as he did.
“Why are you forcing me to watch this?” he pleaded.
“Come on, Brian, just shut the fuck up and make the edits I asked or I’ll cuff you to the bed. Besides, it isn’t the first time you’ve seen her take on a black man.”
It was unfortunately true. Brian knew it and Crystal knew it as well. The third scene showed Brian being strapped to a chair by two scantily clad brunettes while one of the black guys at the party filmed his bondage.
“Why are you filming this?” he ignorantly asked at the time.
“Crystal’s orders,” the man responded. At the mansion his then-girlfriend told him he had a special prize awaiting him and Brian was foolish enough to believe the women were it. They weren’t the most attractive he had seen but his hopes had been set low. They went lower when they gagged him tightly and adorned him with the Mardi Gras mask. The camera was then set on the edge of the nightstand and Brian sat there for a long time.
That evening at the party he couldn’t tell how long he was alone, but as he sat side-by-side next to his wife during the editing process he cut out thirty minutes of dead time. The finished DVD skipped that delay and went straight from Brian being tied up and masked to capturing his mother Alice walking in with Maurice. Crystal followed the pair and whispered silently into his ear. The video camera didn’t capture what she said but Brian remembered.
“Here’s your special surprise, boyfriend,” Crystal hissed. “So here is your dilemma. Do you protest and risk your mother finding out what a wimp dick you are? Or do you remain silent and watch your own mom get a big black cock shoved up her cunt? It’s up to you.”
The DVD continued as Crystal then untied the gag and let it fall to the ground. Brian remembered the paralysis he felt. He also recalled how his mom seemed so uncomfortable with somebody watching her private moments, but a few edits here and there and the DVD he and Crystal put together skipped Alice’s less active moments and went straight to his mother getting fucked on all fours and berating him as she orgasmed.
“Your cock is so tiny,” she moaned between thrusts from Maurice. “You’ll never satisfy a woman with that thing. Watch and learn what a real man is all about, white boy.” Alice never knew it was Brian who had been strapped to the chair, and could never have guessed that she had cuckolded her own son that night. It was a memory Crystal was fond of bringing up lately, tormenting him with it as she jacked him off.
Other scenes on the DVD were new to Brian, however. Crystal had insisted on editing some herself, promising Brian could watch the completed product later. But later was now, and this one was shocking to watch: a montage of his sister in lesbian acts. Sarah licking Crystal’s pussy. Sarah getting fucked by Crystal’s strap-on in the very bed where Brian lay cuffed and bound. Sarah swearing she would never fuck a man again and begged to be Crystal’s lesbian bitch. Sarah throwing him under the bus, asking Crystal to never fuck him in exchange for being Crystal’s little “queer girl”. Sarah engaged in a threesome with Crystal and the girl Penny from the Coach store. Sarah in carefully edited portions of the Mandingo party where Jennifer and Sarah had their threesome with Francis; the only thing you could see was Jennifer and Sarah licking each other’s cunts hungrily.
When Brian and Crystal initially started making the ‘Stanwick’ DVD, he asked to be excused from the editing when his sister’s images came across the screen. Nothing surprised the young man anymore, but he told Crystal that there were certain things he didn’t want to watch. Surprisingly she let him off the hook and Brian sat in the living room while Crystal fashioned movies of his neighbors’ sexual acts. The dirty little secret was that Brian had already seen much of his sister months ago when she began house-sitting for the Stanwick’s.
******
Brian had honestly just gone over to the house to feed the cat, thinking Sarah had gone to school and shirked her responsibilities. It wasn’t until he was inside that he heard porn music coming from upstairs that he realized Sarah was in the house with him. Curiosity got the best of the redheaded boy and he crept up the steps to find his sister masturbating with a black dildo and watching the interracial movies.
The discovery was a shock at the time and a blow to Brian’s already bruised ego. Crystal had been hammering away at his confidence, slowly cuckolding him, convincing him that a woman would never want him. Finding his sister fucking a black dong was too much information to give to his girlfriend and she would have used it against him incessantly, not to mention dragging Sarah into his already fucked up world. It was bad enough that he was responsible in a sense. Had he never listened to Crystal Carol would never have bought the dildo that his sister was now stretching her cunt out with. Who knew? Crystal might even say something, or even encourage Sarah to take things further. Brian wouldn’t have any of it. He kept it all secret, hoping that his wicked girlfriend would never find out.
******
For all his efforts Sarah was now as much a victim of Crystal’s perversity as he and his mother were. Somehow she had wormed her way into everyone’s bedroom, tapped into some secret sexual influence, and pushed them all to the point of no return. This section of the DVD entitled “Kinsley Family” was nothing but Brian’s big sis in one lesbian act after another.
Of course Sarah had certainly opened her legs for the black men at the party, as evidenced from the last DVD they made. But anyone watching this DVD in a vacuum would assume that Sarah had gone gay.
“I’m a lesbian slut! I’m a lesbian slut! LICK ME!!” his sister cried out on the homemade movie. She was wearing a t-shirt that said SORRY BOYS, I EAT PUSSY. Brian almost felt bad for her save for the fact that she had practically begged Crystal to never touch his dick. Weeks into their marriage Brian was learning that his sister had gotten more of his wife’s attention than he ever would.
Worse than all of that was Crystal was staring at Brian’s stiffness as he lay cuffed to the bed, watching his own flesh and blood enjoy her Sapphic delights.
“I’ll have to remember that watching her makes you so happy,” the blonde smiled, “And nothing’s too good for my pathetic little pervert of a husband. I’ll make sure we make more of these movies. Many, many more.” Brian knew that it wouldn’t be long before Crystal made him watch this DVD regularly, and he was ashamed to admit he would watch it willingly.
If it hadn’t been for almost a year of enduring this type of humiliation the nineteen year old cuckold would have wanted to just end his life there. Being betrayed by his sister and his wife, being told by his own mother that he had a worthless little dick that didn’t belong in a woman’s pussy, being forced to watch his wife fuck two black strangers on his honeymoon… Such sights would have killed a normal man he figured. But Brian was strong in his weakness; he had grown comfortable in his humiliation and knew in his heart that the things he was being shown were true.
Crystal was out of the apartment now. Maurice was supposedly coming over at midnight to un-cuff him so he didn’t piss himself in bed. Not that he could, with the raging hard on he had for the last forty minutes. For now he was alone and the DVD was ending with highlights from Brian and Crystal’s honeymoon night. It started with the first kiss at the Midnight Chapel and quickly cut to the hotel suite and his inability to get hard for his wife. Brian’s virginity was lost with a single inch of his penis entering his wife’s pussy. The video highlighted how puny he was, how incapable he was. It included Brian babbling like a fool in the corner while his new bride was double penetrated. “I have a little white penis… I’ll never satisfy my woman… Fuck my wife for me…” His words were captured clearly on the video since he was the one holding the camera.
But ‘Shorty’ had videotaped the worst part of the evening. Anton had just withdrawn from Brian’s wife, a thick rope of cum stringing from his bulbous black cock head to her pink puffy pussy. This stranger had filled Brian’s bride
with a load of man juice that escaped in large drips and globs. Crystal lay there in the torn wedding dress with her legs open wide and the black man’s seed dripping from her cunt lips, a wicked smile on her face as she sighed in satisfaction.
“Brian, come over here and help me out,” his wife called on the video. “I’m so sore and need your talented tongue. It’s the only thing you are good for anyway.”
The camera caught the entire humiliating act starting with Brian’s his refusal and his wife’s demands once again. Ultimately Anton threatened to beat the crap out of him if he didn’t do what Crystal wanted and Brian slowly crawled on his hands and knees, finally nestling himself between her tired thighs.
“Go on, Brian, this is what I’ve been training you for.” The video camera zoomed in on the side of his face, his lips curled up in disgust. Crystal’s eyes were beaming as she grabbed a hold of the back of his head and forced his face into her mound.
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