The Cuckold’s Clinic 7
By Thomas & Lucy
The 2nd Wednesday of the month had arrived. I made more frequent visits to Ms Carlton at Bend and Beg, not to mention our trips to the Black Cock Club most weekends, but 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 ******* 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". Sophie 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 Sophie 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".
Lucy.ward6@btinternet.com
By Thomas & Lucy
The 2nd Wednesday of the month had arrived. I made more frequent visits to Ms Carlton at Bend and Beg, not to mention our trips to the Black Cock Club most weekends, but 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 ******* 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". Sophie 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 Sophie 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".
Lucy.ward6@btinternet.com
Maybe hubby could be encourged to beg his wife to be black bred? One puzzle though; where are the stories 1-6??