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The Cuckold's Clinic - 2
by Thomas & Lucy (lucy.ward6@btinternet.com)
***
Tom's further adventures at the cuckold's clinic and at
home with Dr Ward, Cara and Lucy who teach him how to
be an obedient cuckold while Lucy enjoys her black
lovers. (MF, wife-exh, husb-voy, mast, oral, anal,
intr, huml, cuck)
***
Chapter 9
It had been six months since I last visited the
cuckold's clinic and that little chapter of my strange
but fun life was over. Lucy and I had been getting
along great. She'd had lovers over from time to time,
including our next door neighbour, and I'd been to the
Black Cock Club with her about ten or eleven times
which was always a lot of fun. These days she rarely
went without me, but had made a few solo trips.
Anyway I'd stopped being surprised by anything anymore
after looking over the garden fence to ask Nathan
Walker if he'd seen Lucy who was late for dinner only
to find her on all fours in the garden with Walker
slowly fucking her ass. From that point I finally
realised that anything embarrassing or humiliating that
could happen probably would at some point. So I took it
in my stride when Dr Ward of the clinic turned up at
our house. Lucy had "forgotten" to mention that she
thought I needed another course of lessons to refresh
me as she thought I'd got cocky recently. Dr Ward was
here to give me a medical and re-enroll me.
I wasn't pleased to see her but did my best to appear
pleasant. I was disappointed to note that she was alone
and Cara hadn't come. I hoped she was still at the
clinic.
"Hello again Thomas," she said. Lucy took her leave and
headed upstairs with Mr. Walker. I lead Dr Ward into
the living room.
"OK Thomas, we are glad to have you back. I need to
have a quick look at you. Undress please."
I complied with this order to strip in my own living
room. She walked around me, her eyes running over my
body.
"Sit down please," she pointed to the couch and I sat.
"We need to see if you are maintaining proper hygiene
standards. I know you have a lot of things to
masturbate over but we still need to keep your willy
clean. Please scoot forward."
I did as she said so that I was pretty much on my back
on the couch. She knelt between my legs. Most guys
would have expected a blow job at this point. I knew
better.
She lifted my dick and peered closely under it, put it
back and ran a gloved finger down it. She suddenly
lifted my legs and forced them back over my head as
though she was changing a diaper, running her finger
under my balls.
"A bit sweaty but clean. Nice clean willy and bottom.
Good Boy."
She let go and I sat up. She gave me something to put
on. Not the clinic pyjamas I was expecting but what
appeared to be a cooking apron. It tied at the back but
only came down to my waist. It had the words "My wife
loves" written at the top and a huge colour picture of
a black cock underneath. Why wouldn't I be happy
wearing that in my house? It was true.
She sat opposite me and began to ask questions about
our sex life since I'd last been to the clinic. I told
her about the club and some of the stuff that had gone
down. She asked me to show her some of my favourite
scenes to masturbate too during my masturbation session
when I was allowed DVDs. I was happy to show her a
selection of my favourite movies, some featuring Lucy,
some professional porn.
She noticed a theme that even I hadn't consciously,
which is that a lot of my jerk off scenes had the girl
on top facing away from the camera, giving a good look
at the sex juice-covered black cock penetrating her
white pussy as well the two lovers. I conceded that I
did love those types of scenes now she mentioned it.
Fortunately Lucy liked to go on top although to be
honest she liked to be underneath, on all fours,
sideways...you name it.
She produced a large black dildo with straps from her
back. I groaned inwardly - not the strap on! But it was
me who was to wear it, just like I had done all weekend
as a homework experiment last year. I strapped it
around my waist so that the rubber cock obscured mine.
I had regained a degree of dignity since leaving the
clinic and attending the club. Although reluctantly at
first, I now mixed with other cuckolds. I almost felt
normal. But Dr Ward had a knack of cutting to the core
of my shame and I could see she was wasting no time in
stripping away my flimsy arrogance.
She had me parade up and down the room wearing the
apron and fake black cock reciting a rhyme I'd had to
learn at the clinic;
"They're too small,
My white willy and balls,
What Lucy really needs is,
A big black penis."
I marched up and down reciting the rhyme over and over.
The humiliation made me hard and my dick struggled
without success to lift the heavy lifeless dildo on top
of it.
"Thank you Thomas" said Dr Ward, gesturing to me to
stop. "Good exercise."
"Thank you Dr Ward."
"For the next part of our lesson we will take advantage
of the unusual circumstances and take a practical. I
understand your wife and her lover are upstairs."
"Yes Dr. Ward."
"I'm sure they won't mind if we look in on them. You
will make mental notes and we will discuss what we saw
and your feelings about it afterwards.
"Yes Dr Ward."
I unstrapped the dildo and led Dr Ward upstairs,
creeping into our bedroom. We stood against the back
wall and saw Lucy riding Mr. Walker's muscular black
cock with her usual abandon.
"Yes! Fuck me daddy!" she cried, beating his chest with
her clenched fists.
Dr Ward and I realised at the same time that by chance
we had walked in on my favourite interracial sex
position.
The Doctor turned to me with and said in what was
perversely an almost motherly tone, "Go ahead. It's too
much of a coincidence."
She meant for me to masturbate. Last year I would have
been mortified but now I was happy too. I began to
stroke my dick. Dr Ward put her hand on my bottom as I
speeded up to a fast rhythm in time with Mr. Walkers
upward thrusts. But despite his handicap of starting
twenty minutes before me I still couldn't live with him
and started to cum on the floor after a few minutes. He
and Lucy were still oblivious to my presence in the
room.
"Good boy" whispered Dr Ward.
We snuck back out and closed the door on Lucy's moans
and Mr. Walker's grunts. I cleaned up and followed Dr
Ward downstairs. We discussed what had happened and she
welcomed me back to the clinic before I showed her out.
Lucy was still enjoying herself upstairs.
She had noticed the progress I'd made. I'd noticed it
too, a couple of weeks earlier.
I first agreed to become involved in this lifestyle
because of what I got out of it as a voyeur and because
of my love for Lucy. And if I'm honest, because I'd
enjoyed the pangs of humiliation when I'd first
uncovered her original affair and love of black cock.
I'd never have thought I'd put up with the level things
had got to, the club, the clinic, Lucy's love of
humiliating me and telling her friends about it.
I'd realised how much things had changed when she'd
called me to let me know she was on her way home and
had a present for me. I was actually happy to take the
present out of the bag to find it was a pair of white
boxers with "I've got nothing" written on the front.
I'd certainly changed. This was my life from now on. I
was looking forward to it. Perhaps I needed the clinic
after all. Dr Ward certainly had the ability to
transport my head back to the shame of our early
experiences.
Lucy appeared and brought me a coffee.
"How did your lesson go?" she asked, "You were quiet.
Nathan and I had a good time. I'm a bit sore."
She still didn't know I'd been in the room. I wondered
if I could get away with this more often!
Chapter 10
I'd made a big mistake. I was visiting the cuckold's
clinic just like old times. I'd left Lucy waving me
goodbye from the open living room door and trying to
say something but with her mouth full of black cock I
couldn't make it out. At the clinic, Dr Ward was still
finding imaginative ways to remind me of the sexual
superiority of black men. She'd said that I'd been
doing so well with my lessons we'd do something a bit
lighter and play a few games.
I could win a stack of interracial porn if I beat her
assistant Cara the sexy redhead in a series of stupid
games. And I was doing pretty well until the last one.
We had to race each other to lay a line of dildos from
one side of the room to the other. I was faster than
her but it was a hopeless task. She had black dildos
and I had white. I needed to make at least twice as
many trips to cover the distance.
She beat me with a bit to spare, but Dr Ward told me I
could still have the prize if I finished. Only problem
was I ran out of dildos. Cara's helpful solution was
for me to lay myself down on the floor, careful to line
up my own penis with the line of dildos without
disturbing it. I was to be the missing link. This was
kind of demeaning but I thought it was worth it for the
porn. It wasn't easy to get in position. I got down as
though doing a press-up, with my legs apart either side
of the line of dildos. But being so close to the wall I
had to kind of half-squat, going down pelvis first with
Cara supporting me. After all that effort Dr Ward, who
had come down for a close inspection informed me that I
still hadn't completed the line. I was actually smaller
even than the white dildos.
It was no consolation to learn that I wouldn't have got
the prize anyway. Apparently I should have refused to
even attempt to compete with Cara who had been
representing black cock against white. I hadn't even
got to cum this week and was starting to think what a
waste of time and a stupid idea the whole thing was. I
was pissed off. I had been getting cocky again and it
caused me to fuck up big style later that day.
I'd changed ready to leave. Dr Ward had already gone.
Cara was packing up. I'd wanted to for over a year... I
Don't know what came over me at that point but I made a
pass at her. She agreed to meet me at her apartment.
Even at that moment I figured I'd probably regret this,
but hell, she said yes! Let's worry about consequences
later.
When I arrived at her apartment she was dressed not in
her usual nurses uniform but in a shiny black rubber
cat suit. My dick got hard straight away. She'd been
friendly at first, exchanged small talk about the
weather, offered me a glass of wine. Then she asked me
to strip naked. She was still fully clothed but due to
my cuckold lifestyle it just didn't occur to me that
this was an odd way to start the evening. When I stood
naked and vulnerable before her she turned on me.
"How dare you even think about presuming to ask me for
a date?" She snapped. She was usually so quiet and
friendly; I'd never seen her like this.
"Forgetting that you are married you little worm, you
should be well aware after parading it around in front
of me so many times that I have seen your pathetic
piece of skin that passes for a dick! I only fuck black
men. Real men with big black cocks, not little pee-pees
like yours."
I was stunned into silence as she brought out a large
black dildo.
"This is a copy of my black master's cock. Look at it!
And look at that piece of shit." She pointed it at my
dick. "It looks like you need to learn a lesson I
thought you'd already learned.
Some wives in our lifestyle used physical punishment or
removal of orgasm privileges to keep their husbands in
line. Lucy didn't really agree with that and used the
carrot more than the stick along with a regular dose of
humiliation to keep my pride in check. It looked as
though Cara thought the rod had been spared too much. I
couldn't argue - I didn't want Lucy finding out about
this. Besides the fact that I loved her I was now so
dependant on this lifestyle I wouldn't function as a
bachelor again.
The only way to keep my fuck up private was to let Cara
teach me her lesson.
For the next twenty minutes she beat my ass with a
riding crop. It hurt like hell. She was relentless in
her beating and verbal abuse. I had no idea she had so
much strength or energy. I realised I must have needed
this lesson after all because only now it dawned on me
what a huge sin my pass at her must have been to her.
And even though Lucy would not have done this, it would
have been an even bigger sin to her. Cara was doing me
a favour.
When she finally stopped she asked me if I wanted cream
rubbed into my bottom. I agreed but instead of the
soothing cold cream I was expecting she rubbed deep
heat into my already throbbing ass.
"You don't deserve it but I'm going to give you the
chance to cum," she sneered, "it's up to you. Come
here."
She beckoned me towards her. I stood before her, close
enough to embrace but I wouldn't have dared. Over her
shoulder the TV was playing a DVD of Cara getting
pounded hard from behind by a heavily tattooed black
guy with gold chains and a long, thick cock. He had a
leash tied to a collar around her neck. I'd never seen
Cara naked before. I knew I never would in real life.
"Spread your legs!" She commanded.
As I did, she reached between my legs so that her black
rubber clad arm was under my balls and forced two, then
three fingers up my ass.
"Sit down." she barked, "Do it!"
I didn't know what she meant but after more yelling I
just kind of squatted down as though I was sitting on
her arm. Her fingers popped into me up to the third
knuckle.
"Now...make yourself come. No hands. You have five
minutes little boy."
I wasn't sure what to do but a cuckold learns that when
lust takes over and sex is out of the question you
improvise quickly. I started to rub myself on her
rubber clad arm. It caused her fingers to saw in and
out of my ass but it gave my dick a bit of friction. I
figured this was the best way to do it and settled into
a rhythm.
Her fingers hurt me if I went to fast, so instead I
went for longer hip movements. I held her waist for
balance and moved my hips. With the longer thrusts of
my hips, her fingers were now coming up to the tips
before my own movement plunged them back to the third
knuckle. Five minutes of total concentration brought me
off on her arm.
"Lick that mess up before I tan your ass again," Cara
sneered. I did as I was told.
After that her demeanour changed. She was polite again
and even kissed me on the cheek at the end of the
night. She didn't need to explain the change in
attitude. She and I both knew I'd learnt my lesson. I
wouldn't dare get above my station in life again. Even
Lucy, oblivious to my misadventure, noticed that my
attitude had improved that week. Sometimes mistakes
make you stronger.
Chapter 11
It had been a busy week. I had moved into my own room.
Lucy's lovers were staying over increasingly often,
sometimes twice a week or all weekend and I was
relegated to the couch. Now I had my own bed to go to,
equipped, as Lucy told me, with plenty of masturbation
material so I could enjoy myself in private whenever I
liked. In fact, my clothes are still in Lucy's bedroom
so my new room is filled with a frankly excessive
amount of interracial pornography, sex toys and
lubricants in every drawer, and any place you can look.
From old favourite DVDs to brand new ones, books and
magazines ranging from porn to lifestyle guides, even a
new film that Lucy had shot the previous weekend. As
over the top as it was, I felt like a kid in a candy
store. I wasn't thrilled at being kicked out of my own
room, or that Lucy wanted me out of the way more often.
I was however, going to enjoy my new adolescent's
paradise of a private room full of porn.
The move wasn't the only contentious development that
week. Lucy had gotten one of those black cock only
tattoos. I didn't have a problem with it, but I did
have a problem with her desire to see me get my own
tattoo of a black cock emblem. I'd had temporary
tattoos of the design applied several times but
permanent seemed a bit much. It was still in the
discussion stage.
During my first night in my new room I'd already had
managed to masturbate twice to a photo album of
pictures of Lucy and a few other women enjoying an
interracial sex party at a friend's house. That was
before being woken to the sounds of a noisy session
between Lucy and her lover next door. A bit of
spontaneous and frantic wanking followed leaving me
pretty sore and satisfied. Not as sore as Lucy, who
couldn't sit down the next day and made me buy a
soothing cream for her stretched pussy as she was too
embarrassed to do it herself!
All of this happened before my trip to the Cuckold's
Clinic. I should have known something was up. Lucy
dropped me off which was unusual. She was usually
taking advantage of yet another opportunity to visit
the club. I was met on the way in by Cara, who led me
down a corridor away from the room that usually served
as the clinic. I was taken into a large, cluttered room
with a heavy curtain drawn down one side.
I was directed to undress. I stripped off, revealing in
the process the silk panties and stockings I'd be
instructed to wear by Lucy that morning. I didn't cross
dress, but Lucy had from time to time put me in
feminine underwear as a symbol of my lack of masculine
"equipment."
"Very pretty," commented Cara dryly. "put this shirt
on, then this gown please."
I was given a white t-shirt with the words "little boy
penis" written in huge bold type. As usual with the
clinic t-shirts it was tight and only came to just
above the hips. I was given nothing else to wear but a
normal looking dressing gown, which I quickly threw. It
was pretty cold.
Cara began to explain what was going on.
"Behind that curtain, Dr Ward is addressing an invited
audience of twenty women who are interested in
enrolling their husbands at the clinic," she told me,
"Eight of them have brought their husbands along. Your
wife is also there. She wants to see you. You see you
are to help with her talk. You'll be giving a little
demonstration."
I was furious. Our relationship may have been strange
but everything we did was above board and consensual.
This had been sprung on me because Lucy knew full well
that I would have refused. Strangely I also felt a
little betrayed by Dr Ward for not warning or asking
me. I was tempted to leave, but Cara read my mind and
began to talk me into staying, telling me that everyone
was proud of me.
As I thought about it, I sat on a plastic chair behind
the curtain, listening to Dr Ward speaking on the other
side.
"The erect penis is the most powerful symbol of
masculinity and virility. It's hardly surprising then,
that it has become the focal point of interracial
cuckolding. The size differences between black, white
and other ethnicities when it comes to penis size are
well documented fact, recorded by many official surveys
which are in the public domain." I declined Cara's
offer of a coffee and continued to listen to Dr. Ward.
"Women like a big penis," she continued. "Further more
they actively dislike a small, stubby or thin one. The
law of averages says they are more likely to get what
they want with a black man. According to most accepted
modern data, the black penis is on average larger than
the white (and larger still than the Asian penis).
Although this does not mean all black men are bigger
than white, it does mean that statistically, if you
have a black friend there is a 75% chance he has a
bigger penis than your husband.
And depending on where they both are on the "curve"
(many men will be anywhere from an inch smaller to an
inch larger than the official average figure), there is
a 25% chance that his penis is at least four inches
larger than your husbands (in the case of many white
men this would make it twice the size). If two hundred
men, half white and half black were gathered in order
of penis size, there would be only 25 white men in the
top 100, based on medical statistics.
I have my own theory, admittedly unofficial, that the
majority of men will exaggerate their penis size so
often that even they themselves come to forget the
correct figure. A German survey found that an whopping
50% of men who stated their penis size as 6 inches
where in fact smaller when measured by a doctor, often
by up to an inch. It's less likely though, that a man
with a ten inch penis would lie and add on an inch in
this way.
Ten inches is impressive enough for anyone! So perhaps
we can assume that it is the white men with their
medically demonstrated smaller penises who would be
more inclined to dilute the surveys with exaggerations.
If so it is not beyond the realms of possibility that
the average black man may be closer to three inches
larger than the average white. This means that if you
are on the smaller side of the white man's average
curve, there is a 75% chance that the next black man
you pass in the street will be four inches larger and a
25% chance he will be up to six inches larger. A white
man with a very common 5 inch penis will be dwarfed by
the black man on the larger side of his average curve,
with his 8-9 inch penis.
Is it any wonder that cuckolds, who tend to be less
well endowed white men whose wife's seek guaranteed
satisfaction in their lovers, must learn to accept and
celebrate their inadequacies and black male
superiority? If a woman is to take the plunge and begin
to cuckold her husband it must be with the best lovers
- and largest cocks. Where such a lifestyle change
takes place, why go in for half measures? So the black
penises your husband will encounter as a cuckold will
be at the complete opposite end of the spectrum to his
small penis.
It will be the norm for the cuckold to see his wife
enjoying penises twice or even three times his size. I
have enjoyed the company of black gentlemen who were
not only far longer than my husband, but had so much
greater girth as to verge on the ridiculous. It may be
possible for your husband to fit two or more of his
penis in the volume of your lovers' cock.
The healthy attitude for a cuckold to take in the face
of these emotional revelations is to follow the path
which led him into the lifestyle. Acceptance of defeat
is important. He can't compete with the size, stamina
or skill of a black man in the bedroom anymore than a
white man could win a gold in the 100m sprint.
Acceptance of this leads to a rewarding and enjoyable
cuckold lifestyle, however when faced with such
dramatic size differences, especially in front of his
wife, the cuckold will experience more intense feelings
of inadequacy and humiliation.
It's important that these feelings are channelled into
pleasure to prevent them damaging the cuckold's
wellbeing. This is why successful cuckolds celebrate
the size differences, revel in it and actively seek out
the biggest cocks for their wives. They will take pride
in their comparison photos and enjoy the opportunity to
compare or be compared with large cocks and
representations of them. If this seems homoerotic, it
is far more effective for the straight man that has
come to enjoy the humiliation of an act which it is
against his masculine nature to perform, particularly
in our society.
That is, rather than conceal his shortcomings, divert
his wife's eyes from black men, exaggerate and lie
about his virility, he instead proactively demonstrates
his smallness, ridicules his manhood voluntarily and
obediently dwarfs his own penis by the company of real
men or objects at every opportunity."
Dr. Ward began to introduce her demonstration but
before I had caught on, I was nudged through the
curtain to polite applause. I saw Lucy at the front and
to the left. I was on a small stage. Dr Ward stood next
to me holding a large black rubber phallus. It wasn't
exactly a dildo, at least not like one I'd seen. It was
realistic and included a huge pair of balls which would
have made it awkward to use as a sex toy. It looked
around twelve inches long. The girth was enormous and
the balls simply massive. A ripple of laughter drew my
attention to the fact that Dr Ward had noticed and
commented on my wide eyed reaction to her demonstration
cock.
"Thomas here has been attending the clinic this past
year and has agreed to assist us tonight."
I began to take exception to the notion that I'd agreed
to do anything but Dr Ward cut me off.
"Please take your robe off Thomas." She asked.
I stepped out of my dressing gown and stood half naked
in front of the audience. For some reason I always
thought the T-shirts they sometimes made me wear made
my genitals look even smaller. My balls had retracted
against my body due to the cold and embarrassment. Dr
Ward stepped over to me. For the next ten minutes had
me compare the huge rubber cock and balls to my own
private parts. I had to show them side by side and with
my bits on top of them in a variety of positions.
Facing the audience, standing side on, squatting down,
lying on the stage, feet towards the audience. I had
been on all fours facing away from them, my hand
holding the rubber phallus between my legs under my
body when the doctor helped me up.
"Thank you Thomas," she said, "A helpful demonstration
I'm sure our guests will agree. However a more
practical demonstration is never unwelcome."
She parted the curtains and introduced the man who
emerged, a recent bull of Lucy's called Uche who she
had met at a party. He removed his robe at Dr Ward's
request and was completely naked. At the doctor's
suggestion I removed my own shirt and was obliged to
take part in a comparison with Uche. We stood side by
side. He was athletic and around 6'3," while I am 5'9"
and a little out of shape, at least next to the
competition. The difference that Dr Ward drew the
twenty seven pairs of eyes in the audience to, however
was Uche's 11" cock and pendulous balls, which though
starting at least a few inches above the base of my own
5" penis, still managed to hang at least six inches
lower.
Like most men I didn't even bother second guessing the
difference in width or girth. Uche's cock hang down,
but at its full length as though ready to become hard
at any moment. Mine had returned to it's flaccid,
shrivelled state, but as Dr Ward invited selected women
in the audience to come up for a closer look as we
stood side by side, I began to grow hard with shame. My
penis now jutted straight out to it's full five inches.
Uche remained relaxed but now the guests were treated
to the spectacle of my hard manhood dwarfed by the size
of his soft cock. As I looked down at mine and across
at his I particularly felt aware that I looked pencil
thin. The humiliation made me throb with excitement,
but I could no longer face my tormentors and looked
down at the stage.
After a few photos were taken, Lucy was invited on to
the stage and introduced. She held my penis her hand,
completely covering it. As she did, she whispered to me
that she was proud of me. She then showed the audience
how even two hands could not hide Uche's cock. In fact
three were required, as Dr Ward joined in. Returning to
me, Lucy got on her knees and displayed how she could
put my penis in her mouth without it touching the
sides.
I had a role to perform in this demonstration, I had to
ensure I didn't touch the sides as she concentrated on
opening her mouth. For me, oral sex was forbidden so it
was important I performed my task carefully. It was
actually easy to insert my penis, although I had to
take care not to lose my balance. Once in her mouth
with room to spare I was instructed to move my penis up
and down slightly to show how easily it was
accommodated. After a bit of nervous movement I
realised that I could actually jiggle it quite a bit
and still never felt anything but her breath by the
time I completed my task.
By contrast, Lucy was at almost painful stretch, her
head titled back and eyes bulging to accommodate Uche.
Her lips were tight around his shaft and she was unable
to take the last two or three inches, but the majority
of his cock disappeared between her bulging cheeks and
stayed there until reappearing in a gush of creamy cum
ten minutes later. The guest applauded as Lucy returned
to her seat.
Dr Ward continued her lecture, from time to time asking
me to help display my lack of manhood, or the black
man's abundance of it. At one point she had me jumping
up and down to make my penis bounce. Dr Ward said that
some white boys can orgasm from such an activity alone,
and use the technique to cheat bans on touching
themselves. It was one of the reasons she didn't see
the point in such bans and actively encouraged
masturbation. It didn't achieve this result for me,
although I was still hard and the movement, despite
being almost painful did cause me to throb even harder,
needing release.
At the end of the evening's lecture Dr Ward told the
audience that I deserved a treat for being a good boy
and that I could "play with my willy." I was forbidden
to cum without a black cock, or image of one in my
field of vision so I knew I would be given some aid or
other. As it turned out, a large screen was turned on
and Uche was handed the microphone by Dr Ward. He
introduced the film that began to show for the guests
by addressing me directly.
"As a special treat for you right now to help you play
with yourself, I have brought you a film of me
providing your wife's ass with some big black loving.
Enjoy."
Before I could react to the humiliation, the giant
screen was showing Lucy telling the camera how much she
was looking forward to a real man's cock in her ass.
Straight away we cut to close ups of his 11" rod
pumping rapidly and relentlessly from tip to balls into
her wide open butt hole.
After a few moments like a rabbit caught in the
headlights I began to masturbate, feeling hopelessly
ridiculous standing there dick in hand before 29 people
watching a black man fuck my wife in a way I never had.
Lucy and Uche themselves looked on. I felt weak with
pleasure and shame. The Lucy on the screen moaned in
pleasure and the slurping sounds of Uche's well lubed
cock as it pounded her most intimate place filled my
ears while images of a powerful dark penis invading and
stretching her bottom flooded my eyes. I began to spurt
my cum over my hand and onto the stage. I turned away
with humiliation as the audience began to cheer.
I shared a ride home with Lucy and Uche that night as
they planned to enjoy some more quality time together.
As I sat on my single bed while they shared a drink in
the master bedroom, I began to flick through a black
and white interracial picture book. The nights events
had been a little overwhelming but I knew I was lucky
to be able to enjoy such experiences. The planned early
night gave way to a new plan as I once again began to
enjoy myself intimately.
Lucy and Uche fucked noisily for a couple of hours as I
alternated between masturbating and relaxing. At one
point during a break, Lucy popped her head round the
door and laughed to see she had caught me having
another go at Dr Ward's technique of making myself cum
without touching my penis. I didn't think it was going
to work but the extra humiliation pushed me over the
edge and I accidentally sent cum flying across the room
as I ejaculated mid jump.
"Amazing," laughed Lucy, "clever boy. I didn't think
that could be done. I knew you came easily but that was
just stupid!"
She called Uche in to tell him I'd managed it, causing
me to blush deeply yet again. It's not easy living my
life at times... but it sure is fun!
lucy.ward6@btinternet.com
tricks10@btinternet.com
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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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