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The Cuckold's Clinic
by Thomas & Lucy (lucy.ward6@btinternet.com)
***
Lucy's cuckold husband Tom begins to visit the
cuckold's clinic where he is instructed in the sexual
superiority of Lucy's black lovers. (MF, wife-exh,
husb-voy, mast, oral, anal, intr, huml, cuck)
***
CHAPTER 1
I am an extreme lifestyle cuckold. My wife Lucy has a
regular black lover, and regularly parties with others,
at home an at the club. All her friends do too. We
don't have time for a life outside cuckolding, except I
go to work to pay the bills during the weekdays. I
never make love to my wife. In fact she never touches
me in a sexual way at all. We love each other very much
and are both very satisfied, but we achieve that in an
unconventional way. She has her lovers and we are
members of an interracial club where she gets big black
cock on tap. Sometimes I go with her to watch,
sometimes she goes alone.
,Personally, I'm not allowed to put my penis inside
anyone. When we stopped making love, Lucy did miss the
intimacy at first and tried to replace it by
introducing a strap-on to my behind. After a while she
accepted that any kind of sex with me was beneath her,
and now the closet we get is when she watches me
masturbate.
Two Wednesdays a month I make a visit to the Cuckold's
Clinic. It's kind of my evening class. I learn about
how to be a good cuckold and why women prefer black men
and need to cuckold us in the first place. It's run by
a middle aged woman called Dr Ward and her assistant
Cara, a shapely young red-head in a nurses uniform I'd
caught myself fantasising about recently.
The clinic was held at the local college in a hired
classroom. By the time I arrived the room was full of
posters of interracial sex, charts highlighting the
size and performance difference of black and white
dicks, large black dildos and all sorts of embarrassing
paraphernalia.
The first time I visited, I looked around wide-eyed,
not listening to Dr Wards introduction when she
abruptly asked me to strip.
"If you will please remove your clothes."
My hesitation was met a stern look of impatience.
"Come on, we haven't got all day!" she snapped.
I began to remove my clothes helped by Cara who took
them from me and folded them on a desk.
"Let's have a look at you," said Dr Ward, "stand with
your legs apart and put your hands on our head."
I did as instructed and she proceeded to inspect me,
running her hands down my sides, pressing my thighs,
peering into my mouth, prising my butt cheeks apart far
enough to be painful and blowing air on my anus. She
started handling my penis with her latex gloved hands.
"Let's have a look at your willy," she muttered,
lifting it to inspect it from every angle. She squeezed
my balls and started to ask me questions about my
relationship with Lucy. I was asked how many black
lovers she had been with (I'd lost count), If she
enjoyed group sex, how often did I masturbate? I
confirmed that she did enjoy anal sex with black men,
thinking back to only last night when she had been ass
fucked hard by a black bull with a cock that looked
more like a nightstick without the handle until she was
sore and messy, but tired and satisfied. I realised I'd
gotten hard.
"Let's see how little you are then" said the Dr as Cara
moved in with a tape measure, pinning it firmly to my
pubic bone.
"5 inches," she confirmed.
"Not too bad for a white boy," said Dr Ward, "but of
course well short of what's required to keep a woman
happy. But that's to be expected."
They measured my height and weight and I was given a
white t-shirt with cartoons of big black cocks and
small white dicks on it, with Highton cuckold's clinic
written on the breast.
"Put this t-shirt on to keep warm, but stay bare
bottomed for now," said Dr Ward, "Sit down and we'll
begin."
Cara turned on a large TV and a film came on showing a
petite blonde woman surrounded by four muscular black
men with impressively thick cocks.
"In comparison to your wife's lovers and the men in
this video, you are a little boy." remarked Dr Ward
dryly. "Little boys play with themselves. That's your
role in our relationship, at least when it comes to
sex."
"Sometimes they play with each other," Cara giggled.
"That's their own business," said the Doctor, "now I
want you to watch this film and observe the woman's
capacity for pleasure. You will see how futile it is
for someone such as yourself to attempt to satisfy her.
Instead you should content with frequent masturbation
to remove your urges.
The film showed the woman being gangbanged by her
studs. She was a frantic mess, covered with sweat and
spunk. She took three cocks at once and still managed
to give the spare guy a hand job. Cum matted her hair,
her cunt overflowed with sperm and still she
relentlessly called on them to fuck her harder and give
her a black baby.
"Well you should have been taking notes, but I see you
enjoyed he film at least" said Dr Ward, glancing at my
erect cock. Cara giggled again.
"Yes Dr. Ward," I replied.
She turned off the TV and moved the table I was sitting
at back.
"OK, play with your willy," She commanded.
"What?"
"You heard me. Stand up and orgasm for me."
"Right here?"
"Of course here! Stop answering back. Tug your little
white worm, Cara, give him something to help."
I stood up and Cara held up a picture of a woman
sucking a powerful black cock. I began to masturbate as
told. Dr Ward looked straight at my dick intensely.
Cara broke out in a mischievous grin.
"If your willy was the size of that black cock it would
take you three times as long to stroke it along the
whole length," she said.
With that, I was being ordered to extend my stroke to
about three times the length of my dick with each
movement as though I was jerking a bigger cock. This
meant I was effectively being forced to pause a few
seconds after every stroke, while making an
embarrassing wanking action in thin air in front of me.
Despite this I came after only a few minutes, Dr. Ward
squatting beside me for an extremely close view of my
ejaculation.
"Nice action. Good technique, good quick orgasm. Very
little emission."
I realised Cara was jotting down notes and turned
bright red at Dr. Wards words.
After I had showered and changed they gave me a copy of
the DVD and ordered me to watch it all the way through
whilst masturbating as homework before my next visit.
If I came, I could press stop if I wanted, but must
resume later at that exact point and had to reach the
end of the two hour film over the next fortnight.
I did this during my mandatory 9pm masturbation session
each night, but needed to fit in double duty on four
occasions just to get it done. I'd come roughly every
seven or eight minutes of the movie. Lucy said I'd
become obsessed with the thing. I admit I quite hoped
Dr Ward would give me another to watch this week but
Lucy reminded me I was coming with her to the black
cock club that week. And no doubt there would plenty to
keep Lucy, and my hand, busy there!
CHAPTER 2
I was dressed in my cartoonish black cock t-shirt with
yellow pyjama bottoms to match on my second visit to
the clinic. I looked ridiculous. I looked around at the
posters of interracial sex that surrounded me. Lewd,
rude scenes of lust, ruined white pussies dripping with
cum, sore stretched white assholes and impossibly hard
black cocks jutting up proud angles, smeared with the
juice of white women on black cock heat. One in
particular caught my eye, a woman breaking off from
sucking a black cock, cum jetting straight into her
waiting mouth from quite a distance.
Dr. Ward told me that I was to pay more attention to
this lesson and not become aroused uninvited. Cara
appeared beside me and pulled the front of my pyjama
bottoms out, reaching in with the other hand and
slipping something over my dick.
"That's a pink bow," she said snapping my pyjamas back
in place, "if you become erect it you will display it
as a punishment."
The lesson was all about how women suck black cock. A
video was put on, with Dr Ward pausing it frequently to
point out the techniques these women were using to
lick, kiss, suck and choke back their black bats. She
handed me a dildo and asked me to show her I was paying
attention by copying these techniques. This would
certainly have stopped me getting hard without
permission under normal circumstances. Unfortunately my
technique was poor and Cara kept taking it off me to
show me how she would do it. These little
demonstrations soon had me crossing my legs to hide my
little indiscretion. Cara's elfin eyes peered down and
straight at me as she tossed her red hair down her back
and deep throated the plastic cock.
"I see you will not do as you are told," said Dr Ward.
"Get up and come and stand over here."
I followed and stood in the corner like a naughty
child, only facing into the room so that I could still
see the TV. She unceremoniously yanked my pyjama
bottoms down revealing my hard dick with the pink bow
proudly tied on the end.
"Maybe now you will concentrate."
I remained rock hard in the corner throughout the
remainder of the film, watching seemingly endless
scenes of cock sucking, load after load of black seed
deposited in the hungry mouths of middle aged white
women with wedding rings on show as they gripped the
dark cocks, teenage girls working in pairs, every
possible size and shape of cum splattered white slut.
Red heads, blondes and brunettes, all with cum matted
hair and splattered faces and tits.
After a while Dr Ward told me to come forward. Cara
took my arm and walked me to the centre of the room in
front of the TV and untied the bow.
"You may now masturbate" said Dr Ward, "there are only
four minutes of the film left. That should be enough
for you, if not it's just too bad."
I sheepishly began to masturbate, but quickly forgot
myself at the sight of a attractive young woman sucking
a massive cock while riding another black pussy
stretcher.
"Continue wanking," the doctor ordered, "but I want you
to use one finger of the other hand to trace light
circles around the tip of your willy. You may find that
this produces a stronger, more intense orgasm than
usual."
I did as instructed and did indeed find that after a
few moments I was cumming harder than I'd experienced
for a while. I'd beaten the end of the film and got my
release and felt compelled to thank Dr Ward for her
thoughtful advice, though immediately afterwards I
blushed with shame.
Dr Ward regarded me with an expression of curiosity.
"Well done. Your homework for this time will be to keep
a diary of your wife's sexual activity. If you are able
to watch in person or on video fine. If not you will
need to ask her for the details. We can discuss your
thoughts and feelings on the subject next time."
I nodded and turned to leave. Cara stepped out of my
way.
"Here you go," she said handing me the pink ribbon, "a
souvenir. I can put it on for you again now if you
like."
I was tempted to agree just to feel her touch me again
but politely declined.
CHAPTER 3
It didn't feel like two weeks since the last time I was
at the Cuckold Clinic, surrounded by posters of
interracial sex, and huge black dildos. There were cut
away charts showing in detail how much further into a
woman a black cock released it's cum than a white one,
an evolution of man chart showing a well endowed black
man in front of a small dicked white one and posters on
the walls with messages like "White dicks are for
wanking - always remember to wash your willy when you
finish."
Today the room was a little different. The room was
really a college art room used for evening classes
which Dr Ward was hiring. The desks had been grouped
together in the middle of the room and Dr Ward's young
assistant Cara was putting a plastic sheet over what
looked like gym mats on top of the desks. Cara was a
redhead barely out of her teens but noticed the lustful
glances I sometimes gave her. She wore a nurses uniform
but the silver haired Dr Ward dressed casually as
usual.
"Good evening Thomas," said the doctor as Cara handed
my a bag containing the pyjamas I had to wear at the
clinic. The top was basically a white long sleeved t-
shirt. Both the shirt and bottoms were covered with
cartoon drawings. An image of a big erect black cock
and one of a flaccid white willy were repeated all over
the pyjamas.
"Just put your top on today as we have a lot to do and
we require you to be privates on parade this evening."
She always used that silly expression but it always
made me blush.
I changed into my top and came back in sheepishly. The
floor was cold on my bare feet and I felt the cool air
around my lower half. My dick had shrivelled due to the
cold and I felt embarrassed. It hated it when it got
hard in front of them but hated them seeing it so small
too! I was glad of the top at least even if it did look
ridiculous.
"Hop up here Tom," Cara cheerfully pointed to a chair
arranged so that I could climb on the desk top mats.
"Just kneel down on the mat for a minute. There you
go." She placed her hand on the small of my back to
help me up and I felt a tingle of unwanted excitement.
I knelt on the plastic covered mats and sat back on my
legs. Dr Ward returned will a box which she put on the
chair on front of her.
"Today's clinic is about masturbation Thomas. It's an
important part of a cuckolds life and it should be
regular and enjoyable. I know that you have set
masturbation time but of course there is nothing wrong
with a bit of spontaneous fun if it's done correctly."
She rummaged in the box. I did have masturbation time
at home every 9 o'clock, unless there was nothing else
happening, like a visiting lover for Lucy, a visit to
the clinic here or hell, even a game I wanted to watch
but I kept that to myself.
It wasn't too formal, but I was required to undress
downstairs and go upstairs to my room naked. I would
use a towel to catch my cum which Lucy called my
cumforter and I'd bring it down for her to wash
straight after and dress again. Usually I watched porn.
Sometimes commercial, sometimes Lucy's small but
growing collection of home movies. Always strictly
interracial of course. I'd most often be back down in
ten minutes.
Dr Ward handed Cara some booklets. "Pass him these
please" she said and Cara handed them up as the doctor
continued. The first booklet was called "Masturbation
Time." It's cover showed a cartoon of a man
masturbating while a fully dressed woman and black man
looked on.
"The first booklet is about how you should feel about
playing with yourself. Masturbation isn't to be ashamed
of, it's part of a cuckolds life. The booklet describes
how your masturbation is your wife's way of making love
to you and she wants you to enjoy it as often as
possible, as long as the rules are followed of course."
The booklet was full of similar cartoons of the same
man jerking off in front of the woman and a variety of
different people, other women, other black lovers even
other white men.
"It shows you that far from being a dirty secret it
should be enjoyed openly. Little willies are for
wanking. We all know you have one and we all know you
do it."
I looked at the second book, to hide my red face as
much as anything. It had a plain cover and was called
the cuckold release handbook.
"That one has some information on how it should be
done. You know you are a cuckold and why you are a
cuckold. You already follow the black cock view rule
don't you?"
"Yes Dr Ward." That meant I could only masturbate with
black cocks, or images of them in view. That meant I
could be watching interracial porn, Lucy with a lover,
and could even get away with a realistic black dildo.
In fact I had sometimes had to resort to placing one of
Lucy's dildos on the dresser in front of my bed in
order to be able to come when nothing else was to hand.
On these occasions Lucy would sometimes watch to ensure
my gaze was fixed firmly on the cock as I came. Of
course, I preferred DVDs, especially those that
featured her own hungry pussy being stretched out by a
dark rod.
"You will find many useful rules and hints in there.
Read it tonight. That is your homework. Also have a
look at the last one in your own time if you wish."
The third booklet had a lurid full cover photo of a guy
with his legs bent over his head in the air, a finger
up his ass and his other hand on his dick which was
ejaculating onto his chest. You could just see that he
had a magazine next to him with pictures of a woman
sucking a massive black penis. It was called the
wanker's guide, and was illustrated with several full
colour shots of the same guy masturbating in different
ways, and line drawings highlighting techniques. I
realised I'd got slightly hard. It wasn't the pictures
it was all this talk of wanking while I sat here half
naked in front of these women. I felt the rush of
shame.
"Right," said Dr Ward, "you're going to have a little
session here today. And as we have discussed, far from
there being shame in finishing off quickly, that should
be the goal. Tug tug, squirt squirt, clean up and off
you go." Cara stifled a giggle. "But sometimes it's ok
to keep playing and we'll do that today if we need to.
Cara..." she motioned to the nurse who turned the
lights down and I heard the hum of an overhead
projector.
A picture appeared of the clinic logo. It was a cartoon
drawing. Two figures were either side of the words
Highton Cuckold's Clinic. They were displayed from just
bellow the chest to just above the knee. A black man
with a very large cock and a white man with a small
flaccid thing. Underneath was a small photo of a woman
kissing a black cock, her face covered in cum. It
looked like Dr Ward, but younger. I couldn't be sure.
Cara spoke, a smirk on her face, "Lucy tells us your
record when she has a lover is three times straight"
she said. "We'd like you to try that for us here. But
you'll need to be quick to fit it in. I hope you've
been practicing," she grinned. Dr Ward had snapped on a
latex glove and without warning her gloved hand was on
my cock, rubbing warm lube into it.
"That doesn't take long anyway" she said to Cara. I was
very hard despite a feeling of almost stunned
embarrassment. The projector clicked and a photo of a
woman riding a black cock came into view. It was a
close up - her pussy was stretched around the shaft,
which shined with her excitement as she prepared for
the down stroke.
"Start to masturbate please Tom" said Cara. I did
sheepishly - slowly. But Dr Ward was having none of it.
"Faster. I want you to look at the picture. I want you
to cum quickly for us. Let's go through the drill.
Black cock view - where's the black cock?"
"In the picture."
"Where in the picture?"
"Fucking that pussy."
"Size?"
"Maybe 10 inches?" It was hard to tell. You couldn't
see it all.
"Spot on. Differential?"
"6 inches"
"Properly!"
"6 inches bigger than me"
"Thomas, properly!"
"His black cock is 6-inches bigger than my willy Dr
Ward."
"And?"
"It's more than twice as big as me."
"Faster." She'd barely barked her command as I splashed
the plastic sheet with cum. Cara moved in an quickly
wiped me with tissue, but the projector clicked again
and a picture of a woman appeared. She faced away from
the camera and was getting up, having obviously been
anally fucking a black dildo which was being held in
place by the hand of another unseen person. It looked
like a woman's hand.
"Black cock view?" barked Dr Ward. I realised I was to
keep jerking. I didn't care, lost in raw experience of
the moment.
"Big dildo in the picture."
"And is that acceptable?"
"As long as I look at the dildo not her when I Cum"
"Yes and in fact we will help with that. Tell us when
you're close Thomas."
I rubbed my little dick fast, slightly overwhelmed. I
occasionally glanced round to catch a glimpse of Cara
but all I saw were more posters, images of Black cocks
everywhere. My dick started twitching as I turned back
to the picture of the woman's gaping asshole. "yes," I
whispered, unable to manage more.
The Projector clicked and the photo zoomed in so that
all that was visible was the top half of the dildo
blown up huge.
I sighed and closed my eyes as a began to spurt, the
image of that black phallus burned in my mind. Again
Cara appeared and wiped my penis. This time I winced a
little. It was getting sore from the pleasure.
There was another click as I sat there panting and
sweating. I saw from the clock that barely 15 minutes
had passed. I blushed. This time the projector showed a
comparison portrait. This was basically a photo of a
black man and a white man side by side, with the
emphasis of the image on their genitals. Sometimes they
faced each other, other times they were side on one a
little behind the other. Others, like this one and
Lucy's favourite comparison of her bull James and I,
showed both men front on.
"Carry on please, last one" Said Dr Ward.
I stared to rub again, this time more gently and
slowly. Dr Ward seemed to indulge me at first.
"BBV?" She asked.
"Black Cock in the photo."
"Size?"
"12-inches at least," it was huge.
"Size of the willy in the picture?"
Usually white men had to be flaccid in the pictures,
but there were some exceptions made if he couldn't calm
down enough. This was one of them. "About 5-inches Dr."
"Differential there?
"7-inches. The black man is more than twice as big as
the white." It sounds bizarre now, but I was actually
impressed and let it show in my voice.
"Differential here? And do It properly?"
"8-inches... sorry, I mean his black cock is 8 inches
bigger than my white willy."
"And?"
I couldn't believe it but I was coming as I groaned the
answer "He's cock is three times the size of my willy."
I let out a moan and splashed the plastic again.
Immediately the projector clicked off and the lights
were on. Cara was patting me clean.
"Good boy," said Dr Ward. "Down and changed when your
ready. You know your homework. I hope you enjoy it,
you've done well today."
I stepped down gingerly my dick sore, but now once
again shrivelled. The Doctor patted me on the ass and I
went to shower, almost knocking over a life size model
of a black man and in my instinctive reaction stopping
it by grabbing his cock. Cara's laughter rang in my
ears as I left the room.
CHAPTER 4
Cara stood before me, shiny black rubber gloved hands
on shiny black rubber covered hips.
She was dressed to intimidate and stood the same, her
long red hair flowing over her shoulders, head back,
chest forward and her huge shiny black rubber cock
jutting forward from hips that meant business. A
mischievous smirk the only reminder of her normally
playful demeanour. The older Dr Ward, stood behind
looking, her gray hair tied in a bun and her lycra
dancers leotard showing off a still athletic body as
she concentrated on applying lube to the equally large
rubber member strapped to her crotch.
Before them, I felt an even more pathetic figure than
normal. Barefoot, I was shorter than Cara in her thigh
length boots, and was wearing only pair of pink panties
which I'd been ordered to wear the week before. On that
occasion I'd received continued instruction in the
superiorities of black lovers, watching a number of sex
films by way of example. I'd also had to craft clay
models of an erect black cock and a flaccid white one.
For some reason, even though I'd now seen enough to
realise black cocks were much bigger, often two or even
three times my size, Dr. Ward still insisted that all
drawn or photographic depictions of white dicks were of
them soft. White boys are allowed to be hard while
watching interracial sex, but if photos were being
taken for comparison (and my wife Lucy sometimes liked
to do this) I had to be soft. Which was sometimes hard
if you'll pardon the pun. It has been know to lead to
me be ordered to masturbate on the spot to "get rid of
it." I prefer that to Dr Ward slapping it soft. Anyway,
I'd actually got told off for making the white dick too
big! I didn't think so until they suggested I compare
with my own, which I had to admit was smaller.
Most of today's "lesson" was again taken up with a DVD.
Only this was one with a difference. While I attended
the clinic, Lucy would often visit her club, where
black bulls were always available to insatiable wives
like her. She was actually there today, but It was last
weeks visit that I got to watch that day. Not for the
first time they had taped it for Lucy but she had given
it to Dr Ward without me knowing. I got quite a
surprise when the DVD came on to reveal my wife riding
a big black lover with a second 10-incher in her mouth!
Dr Ward explained that I was to learn about the art of
a woman taking a black man in her ass so that I might
appreciate it better. I watched over an hour of Lucy
accommodating the two bulls with admirable skill and
lustful abandon. It was difficult to concentrate on Dr.
Ward's lesson with a close up of Lucy's stuffed asshole
in front of me, a shiny black rod pumping in and out
with strokes far longer than my now hard cock. The
close up could have been anyone, but I could still here
Lucy's distinctive moans. I squirmed in my seat as he
pulled out of hers leaving a gaping hole. Semen started
to pour out, but he pushed her ass cheeks together to
keep it in.
Cara noticed my excited but uncomfortable squirms and
pointed it out to Dr Ward with a giggle.
She tutted at me. "If it helps PAY ATTENTION, you may
pull your panties down and masturbate. But make it even
quicker than usual. You are supposed to be taking
notes!"
I slipped the panties down under the desk and began to
jerk off. It didn't take long - after only a couple of
minutes the sight of Lucy riding one of the men reverse
cowgirl with her ass while sucking the guy who'd just
come up there was too much. My panties were around my
ankles and I lifted my legs straight out so that my cum
didn't land inside them.
"Quite finished?" barked Dr Ward, "if you could pull
your panties up, put your nasty little willy away and
concentrate then please!."
I watched more of the movie, slightly less transfixed
now that I'd come and able to listen to Dr Ward. When
not pointing out that I was a typical white boy for
losing interest as soon as I'd come, she pointed out
Lucy's techniques for taking such long, thick cocks in
her ass. I was interested but didn't see what it had to
do with me, until Cara blurted out with a giggle that
I'd be getting a practical demonstration.
"Panties off please," said Dr Ward. I pulled them down
and stepped out of them. Cara picked them up. By now
the two women had "strapped up." I'd experienced a
strap on before, but not one as big as these.
"Bend over and touch your toes. Legs apart" said Dr
Ward, pushing me into position with one hand on my
abdomen and one on the small of my back. She began to
smear lube, not only on m asshole, but over the whole
of my ass! They obviously weren't taking chances and I
was grateful for that at least. Inevitably the invasive
finger came, then two fingers, twisting inside me and
coating me with sticky grease.
"OK, I'm going to penetate you slowly. You might want
to suck this." She showed me the black rubber butt plug
I'd experienced here once before. I didn't
particularly, but as I didn't take it off her, she
slipped it between my lips and into my mouth. I bit
down on it as she forced the big dildo into me. Over
the course of the next hour Cara and Dr Ward took turns
to fuck my ass with the strap-on dildos. We replicated
every position I had seen in Lucy's video.
"Ride that big cock you little bitch" spat Cara as I
sat on top of her rubber cock, "all the way in!"
She continued to taunt me as I got on all fours for Dr
Ward to do me from behind. The plug was discarded so I
could suck Cara's rubber cock. I eagerly accepted, keen
to have anything in my mouth to stifle my moans. Pain
had given way to guilty pleasure.
Cara and the doctor swapped places and I swear Cara hit
orgasm as she ploughed into me from behind. "Come on
white boy, fuck it with your ass" she growled. For a
few brief but embarrassing moments she even ignored Dr
Ward's warnings not to be stupid and actually managed
to pick me up, impaled on her dildo in a replication of
the last position Lucy had been in, though she had
endured it for several minutes.
Cara and Dr Ward started to take bets as to who would
make me come - my cock was hard and I'd been ordered to
jerk off but was finding it hard to get a rhythm due to
Cara's aggressive thrusting. Eventually Cara reached
around and started wanking me off as she fucked me. The
surprise and excitement of the act finished me quickly
and I spurted over her hand.
"Lick it up, dirty boy" she said rubbing her cum
covered hand over my face. Dr Ward was already getting
dressed into her usual white coat.
Afterwards, Cara seemed sheepish, almost embarrassed at
her conduct and stood at the back. Dr Ward either
ignored it or didn't notice.
"What Contraception do you use?" asked Dr Ward.
I didn't need to explain that I didn't need to wear
condoms as I never got to have sex with my wife. She
meant what protection does Lucy use.
"My wife is on the pill." I answered. "She likes her
lovers bareback."
"Naturally," remarked the doctor, "what other way is
there? You don't want to waste any black seed in a
condom. Plus there aren't many big enough really."
She handed me a plastic container.
"Your homework for this week is to collect all your
little dribblings when you masturbate in this. Bring it
back next time and we will use it for an experiment to
compare your mess with Lucy's lover's sperm. And we are
going to discuss the advantages of interracial
pregnancy. We'll leave it there for today but you'll
want to bring a notebook and pen and pay attention next
week. I'm sure you'll want to discuss the lesson with
your wife. After all, she's bound to get broody at some
point and you certainly won't be allowed to father any
children even if your little pecker was capable of it,
which I doubt it is judging by the size of your balls."
I dressed and prepared to leave.
"Don't forget," said Cara, "Spunk in the box like a
good boy, not over anyone's hand this time!"
CHAPTER 5
I arrived at the clinic with my homework assignment in
my bag. I'd had to collect my cum in a plastic
container each time I came, which was a mandatory once
a day and this week happened to be 9 times in total.
Sunday afternoon I'd cum twice watching my wife Lucy
and a new visiting black lover make the most of the
sunshine by fucking for a couple of hours in the back
garden. The garden was secluded, backing on to a
farmers field and Lucy said she wanted to practise
outdoor sex. One day she wanted to do it among the
dunes at the beach.
I'd watched their energetic fucking from the back
bedroom upstairs. The guy got Lucy in a variety of
positions I'd seen before, but so quickly, effortlessly
and without ceremony I thought it was like watching
dancers. The hip hop music playing from music system in
the kitchen may have helped. Lucy walked back through
the house afterwards naked and sweaty, a satisfied look
on her cum splattered face. Cum leaked down her legs
from her well fucked pussy. Her lover followed. I try
to act cool around her lovers if possible, but couldn't
stop myself glancing at his huge cock, obviously
smeared with Lucy's sex as he headed for the shower.
I handed the container to Dr Ward as I left the
changing room and entered the classroom that hosted the
cuckold's clinic. This week I was once again dressed in
the usual regulation clinic pyjamas, decorated with
cartoon images of erect black cocks and little white
ones.
"Well," said Dr Ward peering into the box, "not a bad
effort, especially as it must have taken you quite a
lot of effort to make this much mess."
"That IS a lot isn't it?" agreed Cara, the doctor's
young red-headed assistant.
Dr Ward spent the next hour discussing family planning.
"Your wife will want children eventually and of course
you won't be able to provide them for her. I mean there
is artificial insemination of course but that can be a
drawn out and frustrating process with weak semen like
yours. It makes much more sense to take advantage of
her black lovers and have a black baby. It's a free
service and there are many advantages."
She want on to discuss the potency and strength of
black cum stressing that it would be the easiest way to
have a healthy baby. She poured some of my cum into a
measuring cup and explained that it represented the
average ejaculation of a black male. It was about a
third of the cum I'd spent a week collecting, but
having seen plenty of black cum on Lucy's face over the
last year or so I didn't disagree.
"Even if you were allowed," she continued, "it would
take you three days to deposit as much cum in your
wife. A black man can deposit this much two or three
times an evening. The odds of successful pregnancy are
far greater."
I was given a practical demonstration of another
obvious advantage of black cock. Cara put a plastic cut
away model of a woman's reproductive organs on the
table in front of me. A large realistic black dildo was
slotted into the model. Cara placed a small black
sticker at the end of the dildo.
"That is the point of penetration at which an average
black man's seed will be released." explained the
doctor.
I was invited to place my dick in the model. This was
actually a slight break with normal rules which forbid
me to fuck or penetrate even models of pussies. I'd
been told I could use blow up sex dolls to masturbate
if I wanted to, but they'd have to be male dolls. I'm
not a fan of dolls anyway so I most certainly have not
taken Lucy up on that dubious offer.
I slid my pyjama bottoms to my ankles and stood up.
After a coaxing me hard with a few firm, brisk strokes
of her hand, Cara told me to insert myself and placed a
white sticker on the model at the end of my dick.
"You can see," noted Dr Ward, "that your willy, being
so much smaller will deposit it's sperm at least 7
inches lower, frankly too low to do any good in all
likelihood, and we know your sperm is weak, watery and
lower in volume. But that's not all. The average black
man's ejaculation will reach to here."
She took out a large sheet of graph paper with a cross
marked on it. She measured the distance from the bottom
to the cross and placed a second black sticker on the
model.
"This is where his seed is likely to reach during
ejaculation" she explained.
"Now to complete our experiment we need to compare with
your potential reach." She patted the graph paper.
"I want you to rub your little willy quickly and
ejaculate onto the chart."
Cara reached over without warning and squirted a shot
of lube at my dick and again gave it a couple of brisk
hand strokes.
"Make sure you ejaculate right on to the chart from a
level position" she advised me.
That meant masturbating standing up but with my knees
bent to lower my crotch level with the table, My pyjama
bottoms still around my ankles limiting movement. It
wasn't a comfortable position, but fortunately I don't
take long to cum.
"We're sorry we don't have a porno to help you," said
Cara softly, "but you may find you come quicker if you
do this."
With no explanation, she took my hand in hers, quickly
squirting my bottom with lube and pressing my finger
against my opening. I was encouraged to finger my ass
while masturbating in this strange position in front of
the two women. I was soon squirting onto the paper.
"That will do" said Dr Ward, quickly measuring the
distance I'd managed and noting it on the chart. She
took a second white sticker and measured the spot on
which to place it in the model. I could see that I'd
fallen quite a bit short of the black sticker.
"I would say that concludes our lesson," she said, "the
results of the demonstration are fairly self
explanatory. Now, should you and your wife decide to
have a baby, it is an easy process. You will be the
legal guardian and thee is no legal business involved.
Technically Lucy just needs to come off the pill,
however as a courtesy it is normally polite for you
both to beg her black lover to impregnate her. This
will excite him and increase your chances further
still. I will advise you on ways to do this another
time. We're late. Go and get changed and I'll give you
your homework."
I went to pull up my pyjamas.
"Don't do that, take them off!" said Dr Ward. "You've
just been playing with your willy and your bottom, you
must wash your hands and your parts thoroughly before
dressing."
Cara took them off me and slapped my ass playfully as I
went to the changing rooms.
Afterwards they explained my homework. I was given one
of their strap on black dildos. That night strapped it
around my waist so that the heavy rubber cock dangled
over mine. My assignment was to wear it all week as a
constant reminder of my place in the pecking order
under the black cock. Lucy was reduced to hysterics at
first but soon got used to it.
In fact, she'd been unable to get her normal black cock
fix that week for various reasons and was on her back
in bed, in the middle of pumping her black vibrator
into her deprived pussy. I knelt beside the bed with my
clean up towel and began to jerk off. The dildo didn't
really get in the way too much and we shared a bonding
experience as we both masturbated together. Of course,
I came first and had to go clean up in the bathroom
before she hit orgasm. I was grateful for the intimate
experience and left her to concentrate on her black
cock fantasies as she made herself cum.
CHAPTER 6
It was a Wednesday night in winter. I locked my car and
walked towards the college. They had evening classes
tonight, but mine was a little different. I visited Dr
Ward's Cuckold Clinic twice a month. I remember the
line under their leaflet that Lucy picked up said
"enjoying shame." I think that sums up Wednesday
nights. I never want to come but somehow it is usually
a powerful experience. On this occasion Cara, Dr Ward's
young student nurse met me on the way in, already in
her nurse uniform.
"I'm a bit late today" she said. "How are you? Done
your homework?"
"I'm fine. And yes I've done it." I didn't want to
continue that line of conversation where we might be
overheard, since my homework had involved carrying a
big black dildo around with both hands for an entire
day on the weekend. I was in the house all day of
course, but it was still a strange experience not
putting this thing down from morning to night, except
to pee. For everything else I had to struggle or rely
on Lucy's help.
I knew the theme of today's clinic was black cock
worship - and not the sort Lucy does on her hands and
knees with James - this was me doing the worship. I'm
100% straight but by now was used to seeing other men's
cocks - on film, in pictures, even real life. In James'
case I'd seen his in action with Lucy more than my own.
I'd come to admire black cocks as things of beauty and
enjoyed the humiliation of comparing my self to them.
That was a regular feature of the clinic, though in
contrast to Lucy's warm, loving teasing, Dr Ward's cold
demeanour and Cara's giggling made this place
particularly humiliating and I never grew comfortable
with it.
We reached the clinic and I went straight to the
cloakroom to change into my clinic uniform - pyjama
bottoms and a t-shirt decorated with cartoon erect
black cocks and flaccid white dicks. The middle aged Dr
Ward, casually dressed as usual welcomed me as I
returned. I noticed that the usual bank of desks was
missing an there was something covered with a sheet in
their place in the middle of the room. After discussing
how my homework went Dr Ward introduced the theme of
the evening.
"Cuckolds have a responsibility to worship black cock,
not just to passively watch their partners do it. I
don't mean you have to be gay," she said dismissing my
attempt at an objection.
"But you have to express your admiration for the power
of big black cocks more openly. We all know you admire
them. You must admit it publicly and be seen to express
it physically. Not through contact with them, they are
bulls, they are too busy with your wife. But through
contact with representations - dildos for instance.
"I believe you have become acquainted with the joys of
strap-ons, but you can also deep throat a dildo. You
can where clothes such as your pyjamas there which
depict the size difference. Don't let a single
opportunity to have your photo taken alongside a black
man for a comparison portrait be missed. That is a
tribute to his power over you. Read books, watch
interracial porn, but concentrate on the cocks more.
Remember the black cock view rule."
That was a rule which forbid me to masturbate unless
there was a black cock or and image of a black cock in
my line of vision. Usually porn or if I'm lucky Lucy's
adventures filled the requirement but sometimes I'd had
to resort to staring at dildos to get my release.
Dr Ward went on to explain that I was to treat symbols
of black cocks almost as objects of religious worship.
Dildos, she explained were the best things to use for
this. Not just your average sex toys either - you could
make your own, larger even than life. And comparison
was an important part of this philosophy.
"If you ever miss a single opportunity to draw
attention to your own inadequacies it is as bad as
failing to praise her lover's strengths. The two go
hand in hand. I know you feel humiliated, but remember
it is not for that purpose but to highlight even
further how amazing a powerful black cock is. The
puniness of your pale little willy contrasts perfectly
with his hard dark muscular rod. It is your job to draw
attention to this and you will feel better than waiting
for others to notice it once you have become used to
it."
The next part of the evening was spent with Dr Ward
showing me a simple way to worship black cock, followed
by a grander example. First I had to walk around the
room finding the many huge black dildos that were
arranged on desks, shelves, even one which I found
fallen under a desk. I had a pot of toy cleaner with me
and had to use my hands and the fluid to clean each
massive rubber cock.
"Good, nice and clean," said Dr Ward after I finished
the first one, "What else must we remember? Who's
black, who's white? Who's big, who's small?"
I took the hint and improvising, held the dildo against
my pubic bone and pointed it down so that my it utterly
dwarfed my penis. I pulled myself out so you could see,
otherwise I was literally eclipsed by the big cock.
"Very good. Worship those cocks." said the doctor
before I heard Cara's voice add that I looked really
small compared to it. "Your willy is barely there."
"It's there as much as it ever was," said Dr. Ward.
"It's just dwarfed, as it always is and should be."
I repeated the ritual of cleaning each dildo before
humiliating myself with it. All this seemed quite
normal compared to the finale.
Dr Ward explained that while today's exercise showed
how easy it is to worship black cock, once in a while
the opportunity may arise to do so in a bigger and
better way. The actual events that followed are
something of a blur, I can't remember much about what
she told me, or what I thought about it but whatever
was said I spent the next thirty minutes stripped
naked, riding a rodeo machine. Except this one was
shaped like a huge black cock made of leather.
The cock was angled up slightly, and without any thing
to grab it with I had to lean forward and grab it with
my arms. They barely went around it, and my face ended
up pressed against the head of the cock! Cara and the
doctor both found my attempts to ride it hilarious but
the strange thing is so did I. I fell completely off
three times, and Cara would help me re-mount, her hands
on my ass and even my balls at one point as she tried
to push me up.
"Come on, worship that cock!" She laughed.
"Cara, this is serious," said Dr Ward. "Although it
does look funny." Both women laughed again as I gripped
the massive leather cock with my knees and hung on for
dear life. The thought of Lucy riding James' cock back
home, her cunt flooding with his black seed at the same
moment as I clung on to this ridiculous contraption was
humiliating but I couldn't help seeing it as a
challenge.
Eventually I got the hang of it enough to sit upright
for a short ride. That's were the photo in Lucy's scrap
book of me riding a six foot black cock with a huge
grin on my face came from. At last, the speed was
turned down to a gentle rock and I was encouraged to
actively hump the cock as it rocked me to orgasm.
"Differential?" joked Dr Ward.
"Even I don't know this one," I panted, "a million
times bigger than me?" We laughed but a few more pushes
of my hips on the slowly revolving cock made me cum so
hard I almost slid off the end.
Cara and the Doctor both helped me down and Cara wiped
the cum off my penis and belly, before turning to work
on the machine.
"You weren't bad at that," said Dr Ward, "not for a
first time. We have a little competition in the summer.
Top prize for the longest ride on full power is a
weekend's break at an interracial club on the coast.
There's also a prize for the fastest orgasm. I think
you'd have a shot at that with a bit more practise."
I wasn't sure about that - the one thing I had managed
to avoid being subjected too so far was humiliation
sessions with other cuckolds present, despite Lucy's
urgings. I'd only really been around them at parties
and although I'd been roped into coming third out of
six in a who's got the tiniest penis competition
organised by the girls at one, I preferred to keep my
experiences as private as was practical.
I changed and returned to take my leave. Dr Ward handed
me a package.
"In there you will find a dic-ta-phone. Or perhaps you
should call it a willy-a-phone. For homework you and
your wife will find an hour's time in the next
fortnight to discuss your mutual and separate feelings
about your willy. I know you both realise it's too
small, so there's a start. You will record this
conversation as proof. I promise you will be surprised
how useful it is to get things off your chest, and I
think we should all be rather enlightened as to you
wife's opinions."
I took the package, said my goodbyes and headed for the
car a little gingerly.
CHAPTER 7
The 2nd Wednesday of the month had arrived. Of all my
strange adventures with Lucy, I still felt more nerves
and excitement at the anticipation of my fortnightly
weeknight visits to the Cuckolds Clinic than anything
else. And of all of my commitments it's the one I'd
stop coming to if I had the choice. I've learnt to love
watching Lucy enjoy those hard, huge black cocks and
I've even learnt to enjoy, if maybe not love those
nasty rubber cocks at Bend and Beg. It's different
anyway. You never knew what to expect at the clinic
though, except that it always seemed humiliating.
That Wednesday night was a typical example. I knew I
would have to listen and take notes to Dr Ward's
lectures on penis size and the sexual performance of
black men, more than likely having changed into my
clinic t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, both of which we
decorated with cartoonish pictures of hard black cocks
and flaccid white ones. Willies I have to call them.
And I could reasonably expect my own willy to be
exposed at some point, with Dr Ward's young assistant
Cara kindly helping me display the huge difference in
size between my manhood and a life-based black dildo.
Perhaps she would hold the dildo, or maybe this time
I'd hold it and she'd pull my willy out alongside it.
Not sure which was better. I'd even done my homework,
which I admit I was sometimes slack on, and had gotten
Lucy to lovingly draw a monster of a black cock on the
front of my body in black marker.
There is always something that catches me off guard
however, even in this strange place. The clinic was
actually a large art classroom which Dr Ward hired in
the evenings, supposedly for adult evening classes.
Well, that's what she would call the clinic and I was
lucky to attend alone. We paid more for that. On
Tuesdays there were up to six "students." Lucy was
always trying to persuade me to go then instead saying
I'd make friends. I think she wants to save the money
for more trips to the BCC.
I was met that night by Cara, in her student nurses
outfit, And we walked to the clinic together.
"OK Tom," she said cheerfully, "you'd better put your
jammies on straight away, Dr Ward will be showing a
film today and we're a bit short of time. Just change
here."
"Yes sorry, I got caught in traffic. I had to come
straight from work as it is." I gave her my jacket and
shoes and she took them off to the cloak room. Usually
I got to change there in privacy but I was experienced
enough of this place to not worry about stripping in
front of her. I undid my tie and took my socks and
jeans off as she cheerfully returned. I heard Dr Ward
arrive behind me at the same time.
"Hello Thomas," she said before turning to Cara, "I
have the TV from resources for a couple of hours, can
you set the DVD up, please? Ah, let's have a look at
that please Thomas." I'd unbuttoned and removed my
shirt displaying the temporary phallic tattoo. I turned
and put my hands down.
"Very, Very good," she beamed, "I'm impressed. Now you
have a big black cock to go with your little white
willy, don't you?"
"Yes, Dr Ward."
"Carry on dressing though we're short on time."
I put the t-shirt on, and Cara took the rest of my
clothes out as I quickly removed my underwear and
reached for the pyjama bottoms. Dr Ward picked them up
to give to Cara and stopped me, one leg in the bottoms.
"Wait a minute. Do you realise these panties are
filthy?" I instantly felt a rush of heat to the face.
"there's a big yellow pee stain in the front."
I didn't think it was big. "But..."
"But what? I'll not having you coming here with dirty
underwear and skid marks or anything else. Put those
down," she motioned to my bottoms and took my hand,
"come with me."
We went into the small toilet which came off the side
of the classroom. Now first things first, let's show
you how to wash your willy. There's no excuse for not
doing this twice a day, it's tiny enough!."
Cara was silent and I couldn't see her but knew she'd
be able to hear and most likely watching from outside
the door. She ran a tap behind me as I faced away from
her towards the wall. Then she was reaching over and a
warm sponge was soaping my genitals. She did this for a
few minutes, then gave me the sponge and made me
demonstrate that I could do it myself.
"We don't mind dirty minds but we want clean willies
and clean panties. And bottoms - bend over a little.
Open you butt cheeks for me." I did so, mortified.
"We'll just give it a proper wipe to make sure." She
got a wad of toilet paper and wiped my ass firmly
enough to push me on tiptoes as I leant against the
wall. Then she was soaping my butt with the warm
sponge. A nice enough feeling for me to partially
forget the shame until she snapped me out of it.
"Right, come on. Leave your bottoms off now, you're
nice and clean down there anyway. She went back into
the classroom, beckoning for me to follow. The front
row of five desks each had a plastic model penis in the
middle. Four desks had big black cock models, I'd say
about 12" worth. I'm good with that kind of judgment
thanks to my studies. The middle desk had a model white
willy. About an inches worth and flaccid, stuck to some
blu-tack to keep it up. I guessed that was my seat, and
sat down while Cara turned on the TV.
"Good boy" said Dr Ward, "you're learning and doing
your homework, all you needed to get a commendation
today was to turn up with a clean willy and bottom and
that's hardly rocket science Thomas. Next time." She
wagged her finger as the DVD started.
The film was nothing too memorable. I'll admit to
sometimes enjoying DVDs Dr Ward had shown me which
concentrated on sexual performance. These usually
involved sex and I am allowed to masturbate at clinic,
though it's a bit embarrassing. Today's film however
was a study on the reduction of white penis size
through the shame of confrontation with black cocks.
The film showed a fully clothed woman and a black man
being introduced to several naked white men. Each time
the black mans cock was revealed in their presence, the
already flaccid white willies seemed to shrink further.
The film lasted half an hour, there were at least a
dozen "experiments." They even showed slow motion close
ups of some of the white penises shrinking right up to
the body. It was quite comical really. Dr Ward asking
me to stand up to display my own willy, which at that
point was pretty shrivelled itself, and comparisons
were made to the willies on screen, but it was nothing
I hadn't grown used to.
After the film I had to pee, and Dr Ward insisted that
Cara accompanied me to the toilet. She held my penis as
I peed and blushed bright red, then watched me wash it
clean. I thought I don't have time to do this every
time I pee, but thought better of saying anything.
I was made to recite a few learned rules and points,
before dressing.
"When is it ok to masturbate?"
"When there are black cocks or images of black cocks in
view."
"What's too small?"
"My white willy and balls."
"What your wife really needs is?"
"A big black penis."
"And what do we want squeaky clean next week?
"My willy and my bottom."
"Good boy - we didn't masturbate this week, so you will
do it for me as homework. She took out a large poster
and unfolded it. It was a close up photo of a black
mans genitals. His cock was soft but I'd guess about 8"
in that state.
"Stare at this, masturbate and cum," she said. "Ask
Lucy to sign a card to confirm you did it... and wash
your willy afterwards."
"Yes Dr Ward." An unusual task. Usually homework
involved some form of creative art like the large ink
phallus on my body.
I am not gay, nor even bisexual. In order to complete
my task I imagined that big black cock, several times
larger than life on the poster, pumping relentlessly in
and out of Lucy's stretched asshole, flooding it with
cum. I knelt before the poster jerking my dick while
Lucy stood quietly behind watching. I admit the
humiliating feeling of being watched masturbating to a
picture of a cock filled me with that now familiar warm
feeling of shame mixed with pleasure. I came suddenly,
my cum missing my clean up towel which Lucy called the
cumforter and splashing the poster.
"Naughty boy," laughed Lucy, "she won't like that. I'll
see if I can get it off before it stains."
CHAPTER 8
For some reason the idea that Lucy was coming with me
to the cuckold's clinic this week really bothered me.
Maybe it was because I still wanted to cling on to a
bit of dignity in her eyes. Maybe it was just that I
had fantasies of banging Cara, the assistant nurse at
the clinic and didn't want Lucy showing me up. I felt a
bit guilty about the fantasy.
After all not only was I married but I knew full well
it wasn't my place to penetrate anyone's vagina. The
one occasion I had been allowed since Lucy went black
was just a practical joke on her part. She'd been
stretched out so much she couldn't feel me and there
was so little friction even I couldn't cum! To make
matters worse her lovers that day had commented more
than once on how tight her pussy was!
I complained about it and she tried to bribe me with
letting me come with her to the club again, then
resorted to threatening me with withdrawal of my orgasm
privileges. I relented under duress. Even so when we
walked in I was stunned to see Cara and Dr Ward
chatting to two other women. These it turned out were
the wives of other cuckold's who visited the clinic.
We were introduced but I forgot their names straight
away, preoccupied with trying to figure out what was
going on. Before I could complain too much I was
ordered into the changing room to put on my clinic
uniform of tight white T-shirt with Black cock motifs
and matching yellow pyjama bottoms. Actually, I
couldn't find the bottoms anywhere only the shirt. It
hardly mattered normally but with the new women there I
called to ask where they were. It was Cara who replied.
"You won't be needing them Tom. Come on out. Don't be
shy."
I certainly was shy, but I knew better than to try and
put off the inevitable. I walked out into the room,
Lucy, Dr Ward and the other women were chatting and
barely noticed. Cara took my arm and ushered me to the
side. I was startled to see two other cucks, both also
wearing the regulation T-shirt and also naked from the
waist down. I should have known! I'd made it clear I
didn't want to visit when any other cucks were there
but I guess when did I ever get a say in anything these
days?
Cara guided me along side them. I noticed that they
were both smaller than me with a bit of misplaced
pride, but the weird world of our sex lives at present
smaller was actually considered better in a cuck.
Apparently it looked cuter and wasn't going to be used
for much anyway.
"This is Daniel," said Cara, pointing to the red faced
guy on my right, "And this is Jeremy. He's our champion
wanker aren't you Jeremy? He can make his mess in under
two minutes every time." Amazingly, Jeremy WASN'T red
faced. He seemed pleased with the compliment.
We were told we could sit on the stools behind us. I
hopped up, not noticing until I looked to my left that
the stools seats sat on enormous black cocks with balls
as their base. They were high enough for my feet to be
off the floor, resting on the balls. Jeremy's didn't
even reach that far and were dangling. He looked
ridiculous but I was aware I must too. We were facing
the TV and Cara switched on a DVD. It was a short film
of talking heads.
A succession of women giving their personal reasons for
preferring black lovers. The reasons varied and
including things I'd never thought of. It was an eye
opener. Our wives had their turn appearing on the film.
Lucy mentioned her fetish for black male asses. She
reckons white men don't have much in that department.
Come to think of it she doesn't think we have much in
any department physically at least.
At the end of the film, with all three of us sitting
there with hard penises and not really giving a shit
(you get desensitised to embarrassment after so much of
it - up to a point at least) Dr Ward gave us a short
talk. She praised our progress as cuckolds and advised
that we were graduating from our first year.
"White boys such as yourselves are so much happier if
you accept your limitations instead of trying to hide
them with macho bluster, or worse still wasting time
and money on cons that are supposed to make your
willies into cocks. You will feel more content if you
fully put aside your penis envy of black men and your
jealousy at their taking your wife and realise that you
have a place in her heart and a role in her life that
is not under threat.
"Finally, you will once again enjoy your sex lives if
you put aside childish notions of wishing to compete
with big black cocks and be happy to masturbate. After
all you only have to worry about pleasuring yourselves
now. As long as you follow the rules you have an easy
time. You three have come to learn these things and
will graduate after your orgasms today. All three of
you will masturbate immediately."
Cara flicked on another DVD, this time of Dr Ward
herself sucking the widest black cock! She had a
measuring cup in her hands. Lucy and the two women came
forward, each one kneeling on front of their husband
holding a similar cup. Lucy had a proud look on her
face.
I jerked off furiously, my eyes switching between the
TV and Lucy. I was aware of the other cucks doing the
same beside me. Lucy reached up and pushed gently on my
chin to raise my head. She was helping me follow the
rules, knowing I was too horny to concentrate. I had to
be watching the screen at the moment I came or I'd be
in breech of the black cock view rule and lose a weeks
orgasm privileges.
Sure enough Jeremy came first to his wife's patronising
applause. I shut them out and concentrated on the black
cock on the film, stretching Dr Ward's mouth to tearing
point. She released her man and cum flooded out of her
mouth into the cup just as I exploded. My head tilted
back in pleasure I would have missed the cup but Lucy
at expertly manoeuvred it so that it had collected
every drop.
"Good boys" said Cara collecting them from the wives.
She checked the volume of each one and Dr. Ward
announced it in a matter of fact voice. This was no
completion though. The three amounts were totalled up
and Cara wrote them on the white board. Dr. Ward re-
started the film, running it on and re-pausing it at
the point that it showed a close up of her bulls cup.
She read the number from the screen and Cara wrote that
down too.
"So there you have it" said Dr. Ward, "a useful
experiment. The three of you combined have produced a
tiny bit more cum than the bull in the film - however
by such a small margin that it confirms our hypothesis
that it takes three white boys to produce as much semen
as one black man."
So I graduated the Cuckold's Clinic. We drove home that
night looking forward to our visit to the club that
weekend. From now on I'd be getting more practical
demonstrations of interracial fucking from Lucy and her
friends.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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Kristen's collection - Directory 59