The Cuckold’s Clinic 1
By Thomas & Lucy
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 ****** 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!
By Thomas & Lucy
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 ****** 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!
