The Cuckold‘s Clinic 3
By Thomas & Lucy.
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 practising" 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. (continued)
By Thomas & Lucy.
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 practising" 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. (continued)
