My Replacement - Part 11
Caution: This part of the story of my replacement contains
depictions of erotic intimacy between Master and cuckold.
What's it like to stand naked, with your little penis in a
cage, in front of your own Wife, her Lover, a pretty young Mistress of another
big handsome Black Man who just happens to be your Wife's Master's brother? Is
it a family occasion you may ask; but you would be wrong. Because it was all to
do with my 'cuckold preparation' training regime.
I knew exactly why I had been put in this undignified and
demeaning position - everything that was me stood helpless and vulnerable, open
to full inspection and critique. My symbol of manliness had been locked away -
ceremonially hidden from the world by none other than my beautiful Wife, Susan.
The room was silent as the enormity of the moment of my
emasculation dawned on us all. Up to that very moment my cuckolding had been
relatively light-hearted and enlightening, but now I knew that for me there was
no turning back.
It was Raoul who astutely understood that my emotions were
no longer conflicted and that I understood my future. Leaving Susan's side, he
came to stand in front of me and say, "we shall talk later David (not
'cuckold' this time) to discuss the way ahead for us all."
With my eyes still focussed on the floor before me, I
managed to respond by whispering, "Yes Master!" to my Wife's Lover.
I then felt Susan's soft hand on my shoulder as she leaned
into me to put her lips next to my left ear. Raoul's arm was still around her
waist as she spoke.
"David! No one will think badly of you if you wish to
back away from this path you have chosen. You don't have to wear that little
cage and you do not have to do this. We could go back to how we were," she
whispered.
I knew what she really meant and my question confirmed it.
"Does that mean that your fling with Raoul would be finished?" I
asked - speaking slowly and deliberately so all could hear.
"No Darling! I can't promise that."
"I thought so Mistress," I replied - settling the
matter with that one word, "and I shall see you tomorrow morning."
"Okay!" There was a hint of regret in her response
but not so much that she didn't find it necessary to leave on Raoul's arm, and
to go off to his private suite and thence to his bed.
For just a moment or two I stood silent, looking down at the
alien piece of furniture that had been placed over my pink little penis. I
hadn't known what to experience when my Wife Susan had fastened it to me; I
trusted her instinct concerning me and she had clearly reasoned that such a
device would accentuate my cuckolding journey from 'ab initio' to 'comfortable'
in my new status in our marriage.
Her rationale behind placing my 'little man' in a small
prison of its own was a sound choice. Within just a short period of time, I
became used to its closeness on my penis and experienced a sensation that I had
never felt before. She (or Clare) had made sure that it was a close fit without
being uncomfortable. It felt secure and caused my sexual organs to wobble
slightly (prettily?) when I moved. The word 'secure' is the most appropriate
for that is how it felt, the definition of my manliness had been locked, away
and I felt a sense of security wearing it
To be honest - I liked it. I liked it a lot!!
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| I liked it. I liked it a lot!! |
Marcus had absented himself during our little confirmation
of my status but Clare had remained in the room; and her smile was warm and
welcoming.
"You were naked underneath your shorts, wouldn't Sue
let you have a pair of her panties?" she asked.
"I'm wearing the same lingerie as my Wife,
Mistress."
Her eyebrows raised at the same moment as a warm smile
appeared on her pretty face. "I thought she was naked under that
dress," she said. "So you prepared your Wife properly for her Master
did you."
"It was my privilege Mistress."
"Great minds think alike," Clare said as she
reached behind her waist, flick the fastener to her skirt open and allow it to
fall to the floor. Like Susan, Clare had been totally naked underneath her
clothes and I, like a good cuckold should, pretended not to notice that she
stood before me with her shaven pussy with its 'ace of spades' tattoo unashamedly
on view. Staring right back at me!
Clare's pretty face showed that she had made a decision. As
she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a pair of pert breasts she ordered me to
kneel. There was no question of disobedience - with trembling legs I fell on my
knees before her.
With just a small movement of her hand she tipped my head
back while at the same time hooking her left leg around my back to lower her
labia firmly down onto my face. There was no need for words, because I knew
exactly what she required of me, but nevertheless she made certain that there
was no misunderstanding.
"Get me ready for our Master – cuckold."
But I was already ahead of her and my tongue went to work on
her clitoris and labia lips immediately on contact. I was being used like a
cuckold should be and I was very aware of my own sense of worth; I was enjoying
my new role in life very much indeed.
I knew that I was succeeding when her leg started to shake.
"Oh Christ David! You're .... getting good ... at this," Clare
muttered as my tongue flicked aggressively on her clitoris."
I pulled my head away and, looking up towards her pretty
face, I replied, "thank you Mistress, but please call me 'cuckold'."
"And embracing your new life too, it seems," she
replied as she fell back onto the nearby sofa while at the same time holding my
head hard against her pussy thus forcing me to fall forward, locked inescapably
but delightfully against her damp warm vulva.
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| .. locked inescapably but delightfully .. |
Was it seconds or minutes of cuckold and Mistress pleasure
that passed before a loud, "Ahem!" sounded behind us. We stopped,
looked around and there was Marcus standing behind us - he was naked and ever
so slightly peeved.
"Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds," he
growled, "but we have a schedule for cucky don't we?"
The happy sighing sounds came to an end as she giggled
unashamedly at her Lover's encroachment into my few minutes of servitude. I
backed away from her slippery wet labia and we both stood up; I guiltily looked
at the floor while the naked young Wife put her hands on her hips and raised
her head to look him squarely in the face.
"Sorry my Love!" Clare said to her Master, while
at the same time smiling cheekily at the big Black Man, "I was just giving
some pre-instruction to our little slave.
He looked stern, but I could see the amusement and
forgiveness in his eyes, and that forbidding aura that the man presented to the
world, I now saw was a sham. I had seen a glimpse of it a few nights ago when
Clare had told him to get some drinks when we had sat together in the bar - and
I liked him all the more for it.
I felt Clare's reach down to my groin and with
well-practised ease, on her husband presumably, she wrapped my tiny balls and
caged penis together in her cool left hand.
"Come on cuckold," she said as she tugged on my caged
privates, "let's go and pay homage to our Master."
I played my part by tottering timidly behind her as she
dragged me into the bedroom. Marcus was already there waiting by the bed and I
knew at that moment that my own sexuality was again going to be called into
question.
"Let's share the pleasure," Clare whispered in my
ear as she released her grip on my organs and pushed me down onto my knees
again; but this time she was kneeling beside me.
There was no hesitation this time. I didn't need coaxing
like a reluctant pony. I knew what was expected of me as a cuckold so when she
lifted Master's heavy brown member up to my face, I just opened my mouth wide
and took the warm soft tube of meat in as far as it would go. If there had been
any question over my willingness to show my deference to the better man I had
just answered it. And I answered it further as my left hand reached down to his
heavy testicles to gently cup them in my hand.
"Good boy!"
It was Clare who had spoken, but I needed little
encouragement. There were no longer any restrictions on my sexuality; even as I
licked, kissed and caressed that dark manhood and heavy sack I knew what I was.
I was enjoying my new sexual freedom, and I wanted this lovely couple to know
it.
My hands, lips and tongue were everywhere on Master's groin,
and in my eagerness I failed to notice that Clare had stood up to leave my side
and watch from the nearby bed. The salty taste of seminal fluid filled my mouth
as his cock started to fill and become erect - he was getting hard - but there
was still work to do.
Not just content with his manhood, I treated his balls to a
good licking which produced a groaning noise of appreciation from the now very
happy Black Master standing over me. And it was that noise that prompted Clare
to say, "Come and lie on the bed cuckold."
With a popping sound I released one of his balls from my
mouth to move away from my submissive posture to lie on the cool sheets with my
head, as indicated by the lovely dark haired Wife, at the foot of the bed.
Clare made sure that I was in the right position (face up)
before she straddled my face with her legs either side of my head and lowered
her pussy down onto my mouth. I had enjoyed Susan's sweet crotch in lovely
'soixante neufs' a few times early on in our marriage so I was not without
prior practice. Subsequently, and without being prompted, my tongue returned
once again to her clitoris and labia.
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| ... my tongue returned once again ... |
Lost in the pleasures of giving this beautiful young Wife a
'good licking' I was not aware that Marcus (Sorry! I should have said Master!)
had moved to stand just a few inches from the top of my head. Bending forward,
he eased the head of his big hard member down past my nose, across my lips and
gyrating tongue to rest at the entrance to Clare's vagina.
I could see the shine on his cock where my mouth had brought
it to its large size and hardness. I could smell the light musty aroma of his
seminal fluid and I could taste the saltiness of that clear liquid as I flicked
my tongue along its impressive length.
"Keep that tongue of yours working cuckold,"
growled Marcus as he eased his shining glans into her vagina. While at the same
time a loud, but joyful, "Oooooh," emanated from Clare whose hot
breath warmed my penis and its little cage restraint.
The concept of being a submissive cuckold was now firmly
embedded in my psyche. I had not been pressurized or browbeaten into my new
sexuality (whatever that was) - I had entered into it willingly and, as I had
said to Susan, I was now enjoying my servility. And furthermore, although I
hadn't offered an opinion on the subject to Susan, Clare or our Masters, I had
found the wearing of Clare's black panties to be much to my liking. Then it
would come as no surprise to you, Dear Reader, that my pink tongue went
berserk, like a naughty puppy, in contact with Clare's clitoris and labia and
Master Marcus' thick hard rod and testicles.
Master may have been taking his Mistress like a mating bull
but I was not surprised that his initial penetration and subsequent movement in
and put of her vagina were gentle and slow. He clearly cared for this Wife of
another man, who had already given him a son, so the last thing he would do
would cause her a problem - emotional or physical. This 'love sandwich' was for
my benefit; and I felt a wave of gratitude to them both.
Gradually, and expertly, Marcus increased his rate of
thrusting as Clare's hot breath continued to warm my little caged penis. After
a few minutes, I could sense that Clare needed to lower her body down onto my
own; this would have meant her easing forward and away from my head and
Master's member. This I couldn't allow, so with my hands and using the strength
of my arms I prevented her from falling forward, thus keeping her pretty round
bottom in the air. And it was with some pleasure of my own, that I felt her
warm breasts on my tummy and her head on my thighs.
Marcus had set up a rhythm and so had I. As his cock slid in
and out of Clare my tongue slid along the underside of the hard flesh and his
big heavy balls. Like the 'master' he is, Marcus made sure that he stopped
briefly when fully 'in' so allowing me a few seconds to lick and pleasure his
dark 'seed sack'. And the groans that emitted from his throat were proof that I
was doing just what a good cuckold should.
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| I was doing just what a good cuckold should. |
For all the lubrication I was providing, in addition to
their own bodily fluids, there comes a moment when a good things must come to
an end - it was self evident that Marcus needed to 'release'. Faster and faster
he thrust into his Lover as Clare became more and more lost in shattering
orgasms; with each tremble and shake of her body her strength seemed to wane
and I was obliged to support her in her 'arse up' posture.
Marcus groaned once as I sensed that he was near. With hard
thrusts, with all gentleness gone, he slammed hard and erupted his seed deep
into Clare. He slammed again and more flowed down that long shaft into her - again
and again he ejaculated into his pretty Mistress, emptying his heavy sack that
was treated to the sensation of my servicing tongue each and every time.
Clare screamed in lust as she felt his heavy rod kicking,
pulsing and spurting inside her. Holding her firm against her Master proved to
be a special moment for her; as she was to confirm the following day that she
had one of the most intense orgasms that she ever experienced.
It was mating at its most fundamental. A pretty white Wife
mounted and mated by her Master with the joint ambitions of pleasure and the
making of a new life. And I was so happy to have been a part of it.
We were exhausted and sweaty from our combined exertions. My
arms ached from supporting Clare so Marcus could have guaranteed deep
penetration for all of the time that he had been thrusting his large brown
member into her. Eventually, she slid forward exhausted onto me with her
breasts now framing my little caged penis and her head on my knees.
I sensed Master's softening rod sliding out of his Mistress
before I saw it fall from her retreating pussy down onto my face. It was warm
and slimy with the combined sticky fluids that the couple had produced in their
passion, so my duty was clear - my tongue and lips went to work again on the
dark flesh.
The giant Black Master clearly appreciated my ministrations
of his soft sexual organ and showed it by pressing gently on its upper side
down onto my face. Opening my mouth wide acted, as I had hoped, as an
invitation for him to push the large helmet shaped glans down onto my tonsils
and fill my whole mouth with his warm flesh. I was being willingly used again
and I loved the very emotion of total submission that I was demonstrating to a
real man.
After just a few minutes, to my disappointment, he ceased
using my tongue and tonsils as his personal pleasure vessel and moved around to
the side of the bed to help Clare to lift herself up from her supine position
to sit up on my face. Within seconds her vagina, still open after being
stretched by Master's thick manhood, started to ooze streams of his salty,
musty essence to accumulate on my face. I could do nothing about the small
puddles of sperm in my eyes and nose, but by moving my head I managed to
position my mouth at her widened entrance to catch the remainder.
It was bliss to lie under that pretty Wife and consume the
seed that her Lover had ejaculated into her. I was lost in my own little bubble
of depravity and was happy to swallow the jism that flowed slowly from her
body; but not so lost as to miss that Master had climbed onto the bed to
straddle my legs and start kissing his Mistress. Neither was it lost on me that
his flaccid cock now rested on the top of my thighs and along the side of my
caged penis.
It was obvious to me that his previous enjoyment had not
diminished his virility. What I had experienced that night was an affirmation
of my inadequacy and that I could not, and would not, ever match the dynamism
of the Black Master at his mating. I knew that Susan loved me because she had
told me so but I now had a new sexuality. Is 'cuckold' a sexual orientation?
Cuckysexual or Cuckosexual; or Wittolist maybe? Whatever it may be I had
certain things expected of me, so in compliance with my yet to be fully defined
sexuality, I placed my right hand gently onto Master's big, soft manhood and
started to stroke the warm tube of velvet-like brown flesh.
My impertinent intrusion into their passion was not rejected
by either him or her. As he kissed her and pulled her to him by clutching the
cheeks of her arse, my hand became trapped, pleasurably, between their bodies
as I continued to stroke his erecting member. Clare could feel what I was doing
for her Master as well as being totally, and happily, aware of my frantic
licking of her vulva and clitoris. And for all of that time the last drops of
his life giving seed dropped into my mouth and slid sensuously down my throat.
They were getting ready to make love again, and I felt a
sense of privilege that I was part of that beautiful joining of two young
Lovers. A joining, that was endeavouring to bring another tiny life into the
world.
After just a few minutes, and with Master's dark rod now
tumescent and ready, I was disappointed to hear Clare say, "crawl out from
underneath us cuckold and lay across the bed - face down."
I had been enjoying my moments underneath the two Lovers
but, as a cuckold, I was obliged to obey. But I will admit to being concerned
by what I thought was to follow.
Within seconds the couple split apart and Clare manoeuvred
her body to gently lower herself onto the bed, with her soft arse cheeks
resting on my back and her legs wide open. She was offering her Lover an even
deeper 'baby making' position. And Master, without any prompting, buried his
large ebony manhood out of sight into his Lover.
As he ploughed her pretty pink furrow I could feel every
thrust of his into her, and every tremble of her body as her passion and
orgasms coursed through her young body. I was stuck face down staring at the
floor beside the bed being rocked as they made love again. In my naivety I did
not understand why they had put me in this position. 'Had I done something
wrong?' 'Was this a punishment?'
I had a sudden insight. 'Of course!' I remembered putting a
pillow under Susan's bottom when we were trying to get her pregnant with Tom
and Jenni. I was being used as a aid to increase the chances of Clare being
impregnated by her dark Master.
His power and strength was undiminished by their previous
lovemaking, as was her desire for his invasion of her body by his impressively
large sexual organ.
She shook with passion as he powered deep into her, causing
her to moan, whimper and scream with the pure joy of mating with the big man
she loves.
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| .. the pure joy of mating with the big man she loves. |
Mated, it must be remembered, while her husband remained at
home looking after their three year old child Marcus Junior. Her husband was
(and still is) her cuckold - just like me; and I wondered as I felt Master's
thrusts speed towards yet another seed eruption, if she viewed me as a
substitute Clive.
I felt the her frantic movements as she orgasmed repeatedly
while his cock jumped and spurted his seed inside her. Her noisy welcoming of
his essence inside her that could have been heard halfway across the hotel
complex, filled the room. And Master's groan as his eruption filled the Woman
he loves, joined her own in a chorus of lust.
My back ached from supporting my lovely friend but I said
nothing; for me it was an honour (again) to be part of the affair. Nonetheless
I was grateful when she moved off to the other end of the bed and opened her
legs to expose her wet semen-sodden pussy.
"Come and clean me cuckold," she said (where had I
heard those words before?).
I lost no time in rolling over to shuffle up the bed and
then bury my face into her divine but slimy labia. I was like an addict given a
fix. I had developed a taste for semen; it was depraved, degenerate and my
addiction debased me as a man, but to me it was testimony to my complete
acceptance of my sexual emasculation.
I had said to Susan that I was learning to enjoy my
cuckolding, but that was only partly true - I was loving it. I was no longer
the reluctant husband whose 'bright idea' had developed into far more than he
had envisaged. I was now in a state of 'total cuckolding' and I was ready for
anything.
I was a few minutes late returning to my suite and Ariana,
our babysitter, greeted me with the matter of fact information that Tom had got
out of his bed earlier to go to the lavatory and Jenni had slept soundly all evening.
I was back to being a good Daddy again - down to earth again. Was it my future
to be a Jekyll and Hyde type of character? A submissive cuckold, while at the
same time a responsible and caring husband and father.
"I think you have new neighbours Meester David,"
Ariana said meaningfully.
I knew what she was referring to because, like her, I had
heard the rhythmic noise of a bed creak through the wall upon entering my
suite. And the wall was the one that divided Raoul's suite from our own. And
Raoul, of course, was Susan's new Lover, therefore logic would conclude that as
I stood talking to Ariana, my Wife was being expertly serviced by Raoul just a
few feet away - in the suite next door.
Ariana left soon after our discussion, but not without
saying, "Apoláfste na akoúte ti sýzygó sas na diaskedázei me ton mávro
erastà tis," as she left.
I hadn't let it slip that I could speak and understand Greek
so I pretended, by the vacant smile on my face, to not understand that she had
said, "Enjoy listening to your Wife having fun with her Black Lover."
"Goodnight Ariana," I said, still smiling.
"Kalinýchta koúkla! (goodnight cuckold)"
I was still smiling back at her as I thought, 'Before I
leave this place young Lady, you will know just how much you have insulted my
Wife and I.'
Mentally, I was still in that warm and sensuous room with
Clare and her Lover and was not in the mood for sleep despite my overwhelming
fatigue from sleepless nights and early morning waking. I needed to wind down
before I went to bed to listen the two making love next door - I wanted some
time to myself. To think a little and listen even more so.
I switched off the internal lights to the suite, opened the
sliding doors to the balcony and took a seat in the darkness in the balmy night
air. I positioned myself close to the higher part of the wall at the side of
the balcony; the wall angled sharply downwards after approximately ten feet to
finish in a smaller side wall of about four foot high that met with the metal
railings at the far end. It was an arrangement that offered the options of
privacy, neighbourliness with the occupants of the room next door or a splendid
view of the sea, beach and pool area - whatever one wished for.
I did not want a drink (red wine or beer) because I could
still relish the salty and musty flavour of Master Marcus's ejaculate on my
tongue. And I could still feel how his oversized hard rod had stretched my lips
and jaw muscles. Along with the never to be forgotten sensation of the hard
rubbery warm glans spurting semen onto my tonsils when the three of us had
finished our evening in the shower again.
I was still confused however. I knew exactly what I was; a
cuckold who was now willing to embrace many of the pleasures associated with
the appropriate words beginning with 'de' - 'depraved', 'debauched',
'degenerate', 'degraded', 'demeaned' etc.
I am not a fool and I knew what could be said of me, but I
knew that I would never be one of those men that would frequent 'gay' clubs or
pubs. No! What was confusing me was my unwillingness to resist. It wasn't
weakness or conversely that I had actively sought out such a sexuality. I had
seen it coming towards me on the horizon, stood four-square in its path,
embraced it and learned to enjoy it all. Fate maybe? Whatever it was - I was
changed forever.
The moon came out from behind a cloud to produce a beautiful
silver beam of diffused light on the ink-black sea. It was a charming picture
that was not lost on my neighbours whose lovemaking had ceased temporarily. And
with the rumbling noise of a set of doors sliding open on their tracks, my Wife
Susan stepped naked out onto the next door’s balcony. She was closely followed
by Raoul wearing a white silk robe.
"My God! Isn't this beautiful," she said as she
turned towards her Black Lover.
"Not as beautiful as you," he replied as he opened
up the robe to wrap around her, thus bringing their naked bodies together in a
romantic embrace.
I suppressed a gasp of amazement that would have given my
presence away, but what I had seen briefly in the moonlight had shaken me. If I
had thought that Marcus had a large manhood, the dark shiny tube that had hung
from Raoul's groin was appreciably longer and thicker. No wonder Susan was
growing very attached to him.
"Flatterer!" exclaimed Susan, clearly pleased with
his words as well as his body.
"You're welcome," he replied, teasing her. "
But what are we going to do about David?"
"What about David?" Susan exclaimed, suddenly
sounding concerned. "Is there a problem? He was sounding very positive
earlier. He told me that he was starting to enjoy his time here."
"I received a text from Clare just now," Raoul
replied, "and she is praising him to the heavens. But she had something
else to say."
I pricked up my ears at hearing what my beautiful friend was
saying about me.
"What was that?" Susan asked.
Raoul looked amused as he cupped my Wife's face gently in
his big dark hands.
"She wants to keep him," he replied.
