“Are you a good little cucky-boy?”
“Mmm!”
“Can you taste his seed? Do you like to swallow a real man’s semen. Semen he has flooded into your Wife from his big dark brown cock?”
“Mmmmmm!”
“Do you like being collared like a slave, and having your little shrimp locked away in a tiny penis cage?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Would you like to take it straight from his cock?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
“Then I shall arrange it for you tomorrow cucky boy.”
“Thank you Mistress!”
Leaving it in good hands ... is an act of Love. And if in addition to good hands the guy also has a huge cock, and such an interesting manual in the library ... rest assured that your woman will always come home to you happy and content ...
My Replacement - Part Nine
Caution: This part of the story of my replacement contains depictions of erotic intimacy between Master and cuckold.
I knew that I was a changed man as I sat on the balcony of our suite contemplating the evening I had just experienced. I had said goodnight to Ariana after she had updated me on the kids which didn't take long as they had slept like logs since putting their heads down on the pillow.
"Meessiss SuSan with her new friend tonight Meester
Daviid?" she asked in her heavy Greek accent.
Her enquiry was impertinent but there was no point in making
an issue of it. The whole hotel, guests, staff and even the cleaning ladies
knew that my Wife was cuckolding me with a handsome Black Man. Neither Raoul or
Susan had been particularly discrete and from the very first night it had
become obvious to all that the pretty blond Wife with the two children was
having a strong relationship with him while in her husband, me, did nothing but
stand aside as their fling took its natural course from attraction, to dating
and subsequently to total intimacy.
"No Ariana," I replied, "Susan is spending
the night with her new Lover."
'There,' I thought, 'let's see if this can shock you.'
"Lucky Lady! And you Meester David. You okay?" was
her clearly unshocked response.
"We have an arrangement Ariana. So I'm okay." I
replied - touched by her concern.
"EÃnai i eroméni tou mávrou kai esý eÃsai mia koúkla,
anthropáki., she replied, thinking that I wouldn't understand. But my best
friend at college had been a Greek student and we had got together and taught
each other much of our different languages in what little spare time we had
had, so I knew that she had just said, 'She's a Black Man's Mistress and you
are a cuckold, little man.' - or words to that effect.
She was right of course, on both counts. At the other end of
the hotel Susan was lying naked in Raoul's bed, probably with his big dark
member inside her and I had been in 'cuckold training' with Clare and Marcus.
So I just smiled back at her and wished her goodnight.
I looked in on the kids to make sure they were still asleep
and, with a bottle of Cretan red, I sat looking out over dark sea. I needed to
think about the evening I had just experienced with Clare and Marcus, so I sat
there in the dark reliving it in my mind.
At first, I had felt a little foolish handling Clare's dark
panties, but I had made my commitment so I had stepped into them and eased the
silky material up my legs. I didn't quite know what I was expected to feel, as
a cuckold, standing in the air conditioned room with my little penis secured
away from view in a plastic bag and wearing a pair of pretty black knickers.
Was it meant to excite me or humiliate me - the answer was, it was both.
"Very nice David!" Clare commented. "Just
like my hubby. He likes to fem-up from time to time."
"Clive likes to wear your panties?" I asked.
"No Dear! He has his own!"
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| "No Dear! He has his own!" |
"Oh!"
I decided not to enquire further. It would have just been
rude, but Clare had further information to give.
"We have matching lingerie outfits and wear the same
pattern as each other every day. At this very moment, back in London, he is
wearing a pair of knickers exactly like those you are wearing."
"Why?"
"It's all to do with my control over him. He loves it
that I make all the rules and does everything that I say. It was his idea when
we first married and I started cuckolding him," Clare replied.
"So you wear the trousers at home then," I
commented.
"Yes David! And Clive wears the panties," she
replied. "And now come and meet your Master for this evening."
Clare caught a hold of my hand and led me through the door
and into the suite's bedroom where, in the glow of a small bedside light, stood
a very naked Marcus with his legs apart and his hands on his hips. He glowered
at me as I entered but said nothing.
"Come and kneel before Master," Clare whispered
into my ear whilst taking a firmer grip on my hand. She propelled me forward
towards Marcus and with a gentle push down on my shoulder she urged me to kneel
before him. I was now getting in deep enough to understand that I should obey
and as I did so I felt a sense of release as I took up what was clearly a servile
position of submission. Any pretence of manliness was gone; I had surrendered
it and we all knew it.
Clare moved behind me and, while pressing her firm warm
breasts delightfully against my back she placed her shins across the back of my
calfs. Mischievously, she placed her chin on my left shouder and reached around
to clamp both of my wrists in a firm grasp. I was locked in place and I had
nowhere to go, except to lean forward. And in front of me was Marcus's long,
thick and very dark manhood.
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| And in front of me was Marcus's long, thick and very dark manhood. |
"From now on David, I shall call you 'cuckold', you shall call me 'Mistress' and you shall always refer to Marcus as 'Master'. Do you understand?"
I understood perfectly; this was all to do with my unmanning
and it was just another step down the path. I nodded in agreement.
'It appears that cuckoldry has conventions and a class
system,' I thought to myself, 'and I am on the bottom of the ladder.'
"Look on in wonder cuckold." Clare said in my ear.
"Look at the magnificence of Master's beautiful dark manhood. A real man's
organ that is a gift to Wives like Susan and me. A cock that pleasures us over
and over again every night without fail. It is a cock that makes babies in the
Wives of other men, who will have to embrace their cuckolding."
I felt her arms move against my own as she raised my right hand towards the large dark soft tube of meat and my left down towards the
large wrinkled sack hanging from his groin. She was strong and I was weak,
consequently my initial reticence at touching another man's manhood was quickly
overcome, so when the tips of my fingers felt the warm and soft contact of his
skin I knew that I was no longer the man I was.
Likewise, when my other hand made contact with his dark
brown testicles I understood that a line had been crossed, and that I should
give myself over to this beautiful but mischievous Mistress's training; because
this was not the end of it - not by a long way.
"Stroke him! Feel him! Feel his strength and marvel at
his size cuckold."
I knew that her words, while softly spoken, were commands.
There was no argument or question from me - I knew what the game was and I was
in it. So I obeyed immediately; like a good slave should.
I moved my hand along his member, feeling its softness and
bulk as Clare muttered words of encouragement in my left ear. Curling my hand
(just) around its circumference, I initiated a light movement up and down the
length.
"That's good work cuckold. Now lift it up to your mouth
and kiss the head. Show Master your submission."
It was noticeable that Master's long manhood no longer
flopped loosely as my hand moved it up to my face. He was clearly enjoying my
attendance to his carnal needs.
The rounded head was warm and velvet-like on my lips and
felt unthreatening as I opened my mouth slightly to allow my tongue to make
contact with the hardening helmet shaped glans. I could feel the slit of his
Urethra on the tip of my tongue but, by my own experience in the early years of
my marriage to Susan, I knew that this was not the most sensitive part of the
penis, but the underside fold of skin - the Frenulum - was. So I opened my
mouth wide and engulfed the whole head into my wet and now willing mouth.
I barely heard the exclamation of, "Good Boy!"
from Clare but I was proud that I had received her approval nonetheless. Marcus,
having just felt my mouth on his manhood, now took his hands off his hips and
placed them together behind his head while easing his groin forward, thus
pushing his cock further into my mouth. I assumed then, that I had his
permission to continue.
My tongue, hands and fingers went to work on his large brown
manhood. I worked feverishly on, not only the glans and the shaft immediately
below, but up and down the hardening rod and even spent a moment or two licking
his heavy balls. Something inside me had been liberated and there was no going
back; I was enjoying my release from sexual conformity and was going to places
that I would have never dreamed of visiting before. I wasn't just crossing
lines - I was leaping over chasms.
Clare, seeing my enthusiasm, looked up at her Master and
said, "I think we have released a tiger."
"Maaan ..... he's .... gooood," Master muttered;
clearly now enjoying my intimate treatment of his large, now very hard dark
rod.
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| "Maaan ..... he's .... good," |
Without any further fuss, Clare moved away as she released her grip on my shoulders and lay naked on the bed with her arms outstretched in a very unmistakable invitation to her Lover.
"Come over here, you two," Clare demanded of us
both.
"Put my cock at her entrance cuckold."
Master Marcus's order could not be misunderstood, so I knew
exactly what I had to do. As I continued to stroke his member and shuffle on my
knees across towards the bed I suddenly felt, for the first time that night,
like a slave. I was experiencing just what it would have been like to have been
a sex slave from the ancient world. I was a submissive. A servant. A
body-slave. And the tiny erection in the plastic bag under Clare's panties I
had been enjoying shrunk to nothing to not appear again for the rest of the
holiday - and rarely since.
Her long white legs parted like the opening of a pretty
white flower and her smile of welcome for Master was that of genuine love and
desire. And I had a cuckold's job to do.
The tumescent hard rod seemed to increase in heat the closer
it came to Clare's pink folds of delight. Still shining from my felatiory
skills it was ready for the night ahead, so without further shuffling I eased
her labia apart with the fingers of one hand and by gentle persuasion I brought
the round hard glans to her shiny wet entrance.
"Cuckold's done a good job," Master Marcus
muttered as he pressed the round head against her vaginal entrance, "I
will finish quicker than usual, I think."
Why did I feel pride at what he had just said? Why had I not
felt revulsion at taking another man's penis into my mouth and pleasured him? I
had never felt attraction for other men, so why had I so readily knelt before
him in supplication? I was not, and still not, a Gay man and had not felt any
great arousal either. But I had to think it through and at the very moment his
cock entered Clare I thought, 'You enjoyed it cuckold. So admit it.'
Of course I enjoyed it. And I also profess to experiencing a
frisson of excitement as his large, thick member slipped into Clare's vagina
causing her to gasp with pleasure.
There was no foreplay or sweet words of love between the two
Lovers; this was the serious business of making a baby in a hotel bed while her
hubby stayed at home. This was the Natural Order and I was beginning to really
understand its true meaning and just what is expected of a true cuckold - like
me.
I was amazed at their energy and lust for each other. Within
seconds of his penetration they were as one; together in their little world of
pleasure, Clare knew her Master well and met every thrust and withdrawal with a
complimentary rhythmic movement of her own.
Within minutes Clare was groaning and moaning with each wave
of orgasms. Gone was the cool 'in control' young Wife and in her place was a
Woman strenuously mating with her Master.
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| ... in her place was a Woman strenuously mating with her Master. |
A rime of perspiration shone on her face and top lip from the physical activity of making love - likewise a shine of sweat appeared on Master Marcus's muscular body.
I drifted off into a daydream in that warm bedroom as the
two Lovers hunger for each other built from a regular beat to eventually
something faster and more frantic. Clare's moans became louder and her Master
was starting to moan with the approaching eruption of his seed.
When he came in her, the noise from both of them was
deafening in that hitherto quiet bedroom. His back arched as he finished in her
with hard final thrusts of his cock. His roar of triumph was matched by Clare's
scream of final orgasm. And I, kneeling beside the bed, felt a sense of
privilege at witnessing such a spectacular mating between two 'experts'.
'Does Raoul and Susan make love in this way?' I thought,
suddenly remembering the reason I was kneeling by a bed, semi naked in another
suite from my own.
It was almost five minutes before Master Marcus eased his
muscular body off his Mistress and rolled to the side of the bed away from me.
Clare, still 'coming down' from her total and expert mating lay breathing
heavily after her last toe curling orgasm. Languidly, she turned her head and
looked at me.
"Get up here cuckold," she said as she smiled at
me, "and do your duty."
I knew what she wanted, so within seconds I was on the bed
with my head between her open legs with my tongue lapping at her labia and
vaginal opening from which oozed a steady stream of Master's semen. The taste
of another man's seed was on my tongue for the second time within twenty four
hours.
I licked, scooped and swallowed the musty salt tasting jism
like a dutiful slave (that word again), enjoying the role of subservient
cuckold for long minutes as Clare mewed in her happiness at my devotions.
"You are quite the revelation cuckold David," she gasped and giggled
as I found her little clitoris and treated it to some wet, but gentle loving.
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| .. she gasped and giggled as I found her little clitoris and treated it to some wet, but gentle loving. |
I don't know where the idea came from. Maybe it was instinct but as I continued to attend to Clare's needs, I raised my hand from her thigh and reached for Master Marcus's soft but heavy manhood. It was still sticky and wet from their lovemaking, but I didn't mind; my 'cleaning' duties were nearly complete so it was time for his 'resurrection'.
Raising my head from Clare's lovely clean pussy, I moved
across the bed and manoeuvred myself so my face was in close proximity to
Master's groin. Delicately I raised the soft organ up to my lips and started
again those pleasing intimacies that I had had to abandon when he had felt the
need to penetrate Clare's pretty young body.
I cupped his balls and kissed and licked them. I ran my
tongue up and down it's manly length and when, after five minutes, there were
signs of it growing heavier and thicker, I dropped my head down onto its warm
rubbery glans and gave it a thorough tonguing. Master and Mistress could be in
no doubt, I was now a 'practising cuckold - or so I thought.
Under my devotional pleasuring Master's soft organ
transformed itself form soft brown rubber into a hard ebony rod with a pinkish
brown helmet at it's head. It was ready for Clare, so I took it to its rightful
destination.
Their lovemaking this time was slower and more affectionate.
Gone was Master's need to ejaculate and plant his seed; this time he was
showing her (and me) the tender side to his personality. And her eyes shone
with love for him as she enjoyed his long deep strokes. I was touched as I
witnessed the tender side to this glowering enormous Black Man.
They orgasmed together after what I estimate to have
been at least twenty-five minutes. It was not an urgent eruption like before,
but it was a delicious moment between two people deeply committed to each
other.
This time, I waited until I was told to climb onto the bed
to clean Clare's pretty pink pussy, but it was when I turned my attention to
Master's member that she stopped me and said, "Hold on Tiger, it's getting
late and we need to shower." I was surprised and my face must have showed
it because she continued, " and we need to complete the final part of your
training."
Clare slipped off the bed and skipped through the Shower
Room door to turn on the warm stream of water from the large round shower head.
"Come on in boys," she shouted from the
room, "the water's fine."
Master Marcus and I followed her into the room and were
marshalled by her into the shower stall. By the unconcerned look on the large
Black Man's face I assumed that this was a regular occurrence. And my
assumption was soon proved correct.
"Every morning, after a night with Marcus and me, Clive
is required to show his devotion - again. But this time - all the way."
Clare's words were no longer shocking to me and I knew
precisely what was required of me, but I had a question that needed answering.
"Why?"
"It sends Master off in the morning with a smile on his
face and sweet memory of the pleasures that are waiting for him on his return.
"Then I hope we can both enjoy Master's smile
later," I replied as I stepped out of the black panties and knelt before
the massive Black Man who stood waiting in the shower.
Once again I reached up to take a hold of the large member
that hung from his groin like a thick industrial cable that had been terminated
with an end of the size of a small tangerine. And without any further ceremony
I proceeded with my purpose in that shower by opening my mouth wide to enable
the spongey 'end' to slide down into my mouth and gently nestle at the back of
my throat
It felt softer and even more vulnerable as the warm water
streamed in rivulets down its length and into my upturned mouth. My tongue, as
before, went to work on Master's manhood; as did my hands on his testicles and its
thick base.
'You are no longer a sexual being cuckold,' I thought as I
worked hard, and successfully, to bring a pleasurable sensation to another
man's sexual organs. And as the member filled out and grew in my mouth it
raised itself from 'hanging loose' to semi-hard and horizontal.
I shifted my position to follow the slow upward trajectory
of the round end while at the same time ensuring that the tactile stimulation
of his cock was not interrupted in any way. This was serious cuckold business
and Mistress Clare told me so.
"This is good cuckold! You are doing ever so well. I'm
so proud of my little acolyte." And I, accordingly, increased my efforts
on Master's hardening member in response to her praise.
My escalation of fellatio on Master's cock brought a long
groan of pleasure from deep within his manly chest and a substantial hardening
as it rose up from horizontal to vertical. Consequently I was now kneeling up
to ensure that I could reach the head of his manhood in order to engulf it with
my mouth.
I was aware, as I bobbed my cuckoldish head up and down on
his now rock hard member that he was getting close. And Mistress Clare was
equally conscious that her Lover was about to erupt.
"Take it all cuckold! It's Master's gift to you! Relish
it! Be honoured by it. Don't waste a drop of his precious essence!"
I felt the first pulse of his member at the same moment that
a stream of hot salty semen filled my mouth. It pulsed and jumped again almost
immediately causing me to swallow the fluid repeatedly for what felt like long
minutes. I had taken Mistress Clare's words to heart and was determined that
not a drop would be lost. And as his cock eventually lost its strength and size
I felt an overwhelming sense of achievement, along with tired neck muscles.
"Cuckold - you have exceeded all expectations,"
Mistress Clare said as I leaned back and away from Master Marcus; his member
now a flaccid organ hanging from his groin.
I smiled in return but said nothing in reply as I was still
consuming Master's 'gift'.
"Come on cuckold," Mistress Clare continued, as
she handed me a towel, "dry yourself; put my panties back on and get
dressed. And then we can talk."
"Yes Mistress!"
Her smile was genuine with a hint of mischievousnes at my
submissive reply. "Master and I will be out in a minute, so just make
yourself comfortable."
I dried myself, slid Clare's panties back up my legs and
over my 'bagged' penis and made for the door. Looking back I could see that the
two Lovers had forgotten about me momentarily.
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| ... the two Lovers had forgotten about me momentarily. |
I waited patiently as Mistress and Master enjoyed the feel of each other's wet bodies in the shower. I didn't mind waiting - I had a lot to think about.
That evening I had, for the first time in my life, held
another man's cock. Not only that, but I had taken it in my mouth and pleasured
him not just once, but twice and the taste of his seed was still in my mouth.
Call me gay or faggot or whatever you wish, but I don't
care; there was no sexual desire on my part or on Master's. It was pure
servitude. The submission of a cuckold - his unmanning - and I had embraced it.
And I had liked the very thought of it.
Minutes passed until Mistress Clare waked naked into the
room and sat down beside me. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Different!" I replied.
"Your life has changed forever since you came here,
hasn't it."
"I'll never be the same again," I agreed.
"No David," she said, "but come back tomorrow
at the same time and we shall take you one step further."
I had finished my wine and was lying in bed thinking about
what she had said to me just before I left. What was the 'one step further'?
I slept fitfully and was fully awake at six o'clock after
being woken by the noise of suitcases rolling across the floor, drawers being
closed and cupboards being slammed shut. The German couple in the suite next
door were clearly going home and the suite would be empty.
Later, just as Susan lowered her semen soaked pussy down
onto my face, I told her that I wanted to enhance my cuckold credentials.
And I had a suggestion to make.
When her Master wants her to warm his bed, every cuckold that ever lived knows it is his duty to prepare his Wife for the night ahead.
“Cough! I’m very happy that my lovely Wife is getting all the pleasure she so richly deserves Master. Please don’t let my presence put you off, you were doing so wonderfully well.”
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... Master always enjoys telling me just how serious and deeply commited you have been."
"Now let me see. What you're proposing is ..."
"No more than i should have two years ago."
"Be more specific Tim. I want to know exactly what you are planning for me."
"i'm not planning anything. All i am saying is that it is time."
"Time for what?"
"We've been married for three years now, and all of my friends' Wives are now 'Black Owned'. And they are now fully accustomed to their cuckold life even though we have been married longer than them."
"So???"
"i think it's time for you to have a Black Master. Don't you agree? i feel so ashamed that i have not suggested this before. i'm so sorry!"
"Don't be Timmy Luv. Your Boss Marcel ...
