Chapter Seventeen - Date Night - Part Five
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| Date Night |
How many times that night had I dropped my head down to
Elaine's sticky labia and with my ever more experienced tongue soothed any
discomfort and scooped 'Master Jackson's' seed into my mouth? I had also lost
count of the times his warm and salty cream had slid down my throat and much to
my surprise I had not been repulsed by it; it just seemed to be the normal
thing for a cuckolded husband to do.
I was being used as a sex slave by my Wife and her Black
Lover and I knew that I was being debased, demeaned and humiliated; but that
was the whole point of me attending their lovemaking. I knew it, tolerated it
and, although it would be a stretch of the imagination to say that I was
enjoying it, I accepted that by degrading my manliness my journey into becoming
a true cuckold would be that much easier to travel.
Jackson, was an experienced stud and knowledgeable in these
matters, and it was through his careful controlling of the situation that the
path had been less tortuous than it may have been. Elaine was clearly and
deeply in love with him and now readily called him 'Master' not only when
together but also in front of me; she had also encouraged me to call him
'Master' but so far I had declined. I knew that the moment I did so that I
would subsume all pretensions of free will and manly control over my life and
my Wife; I also knew that, should I wish to give myself over to my new life as
a 'true cuckold', then that would be the moment I call him 'Master'.
Nevertheless, I knew that day was not far away - it was only a short matter of
time that my emotional conflict would be resolved in 'Master's' favour.
So there I lay contemplating my future, next to a quietly
snoring Jackson and a gently sleeping well-fucked Wife. The bed was a King size
but it was still a cramp for me as the two sated and sticky lovers (it was
still a hot night in spite of the rain) took up much of the bed with their
outstretched limbs.
I snoozed for a while in that hot bedroom until I woke again
with a slight headache. 'Christ it's warm in here,' I thought
as I regained my senses and realised the reason for the high temperature, 'I
need to get the window open.'
Climbing naked from the bed I tottered over to the window
that faced over next doors garden. Having released the sash cord from its tie,
I pulled up the lower half of the window up by approximately two feet and then
felt the welcome Easterly breeze coming up from the Thames and blowing over the
South London Borough of Blackheath. The breath of air felt quite delicious on
my body, especially so as it cooled down my small penis that was now locked up
for the night in a plastic restraint (no cuckold half measures for me).
I stood looking out over the gardens for at least a twenty
minutes, enjoying the cool and the solitude when something caught my attention
out of the corner of my eye - it was a flickering light in next door's garden.
The light extinguished and was immediately replaced by the red pointed glow of
a lighted cigarette.
Almost at the same time a very familiar noise started to
emanate from the open window opposite. It was the noise of a lady being
sexually pleasured and by the tone of her voice I knew it was my neighbour's
Wife Sheila, 'Jacks doing the business. Good on him!' I
thought, 'But who is that having a ciggy down there?' I knew
that their lodger Mr Obinga didn't smoke so I was perplexed.
I felt Elaine's warmth behind me even before she wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her head on my shoulder, "Don't let that breeze blow you thingy off Dear," she said, laughing softly at my expense. That she had called me 'Dear' was unusual because over the preceding two days Jackson had starting to refer to me as 'cuckold james' or 'cj' for short, and it was a name that had seemed to stick; in fact they were both calling me cj now as a matter of routine.
"There is someone in Jack's garden," I said
without responding to her jibe about my small penis, "Should I call the
police?" I asked.
"That'll be Jack," replied Elaine softly, "he
always goes down to his shed for a smoke when Sheila's entertaining.
"Entertaining? Who would she be entertaining at this time of night," realisation struck me that Elaine, or 'Mistress' as I now call her in the interests of subordination, was talking about Sheila having sex with another man.
"Who do you think cj?" She asked, "Who lives in that house as well as Jack and Sheila?"
"Mr Obinga?" I asked, even though I knew the answer beforehand.
"Henry Obinga has been Sheila's Master for the last ten years cj," she said quietly. "Didn't you know that you had a 'Black Owned' couple living next door to you?"
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"Didn't you know that you had a 'Black Owned' couple living next door to you?" |
I stepped away from her and looked in her eyes which were now reflecting the golden glow of the orange street lights of London. "And how do you know that Mistress?"
"Surely you haven't missed all the clues cj," she replied as if in disbelief, "if Jack had the word 'cuckold' stamped on his forehead it couldn't be plainer. Watch them all together. Who stands closest to Sheila?" I shrugged. "And who does she ease her body against when they are together at a party?" she continued.
"I've never noticed," I replied, "but that's very astute of you to deduce all that from just observing them. That's very clever, I must say."
I could see Elaine's smile even in the low orange light. "Yes I am clever," she replied smugly, "But Sheila also told me about it when she came around one morning for coffee when you were laid up after your fight with Nathaniel."
"So you have known about them for all this time and not said a word?"
She answered my question with another, "Well, why would I? It's none of our business. And anyway, they're not so unusual. There are couples just like us all up and down this road. We live in South London Dear; the biggest centre of interracial loving outside of the United States."
I stood open mouthed at this revelation. I knew that there were plenty of White Girls with Black Lovers in my area, but put this way to me it still shook me; but Elaine hadn't finished.
"I see I have surprised you cj," she continued, "so I guess that you don't know about Gwen and Charlie next door."
Again - open mouthed, I just remained quiet in that warm room and listened to yet another revelation.
"They're 'Party Slavers'," she said simply as if she was describing a couple of Rotarians.
"What on earth?" I said incredulously, and then compounded my naivety by saying that I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. "Gwen and Charlie are a very respectable couple." I said to my naked Wife in that dark warm bedroom, "She arranges the flowers in the church every week."
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arranges the flowers in the church every week." |
"But they are so quiet and such a nice couple," I commented weakly. It had been a shock to find out that the pleasant couple next door had such exotic sexual tastes.
I felt Elaine's cool hand fold softly around my balls and my little penis restraint, "Now shut the window cj and come back to bed," she said, gently tugging me back to bed.
A thought struck me. I only had half of the information about Gwen and Charlie. "What does Charlie do when Gwen is 'offering herself' like a whore." I asked.
"The same Dear! The same!"
And with that disturbing reply, I decided not to ask any more questions but followed her meekly back to bed and lay down beside her.
"Hi you two," came the quiet but manly voice from the other side of the bed, "did you enjoy your little chat about your neighbours?"
"Yes Master!" Elaine replied as she rolled sideways and snuggled her arse into his groin, "I think our little cuckold is less naive than he used to be. Aren't you cj."
"Yes Mistress," I replied while noting that she had raised her upper leg and hooked it backwards over his.
In the half light of that room I watched as Elaine reached down between her legs and felt for Jackson's hardening cock. Dark and thick it looked again like a piece of black power cable as she rubbed it against her labia lips. Within moments it was stiff, and with an adroitness that comes with much practice Elaine moved her pelvis slightly so that the bulbous glans disappeared into her vagina. 'It's three o'clock in the morning and they are fucking again,' I thought, 'no wonder the randy bitch has got the 'hots' for him.'
Those happy noises of a woman enjoying a large solid cock moving inside her soon started to emanate from Elaine's lips as he slowly pushed in and out of her vagina. "Don't just be a spectator cj," said Jackson from over the top of her head, "show her how much you care. And do that thing of yours again."
"Yes Mast....," I replied, nearly calling him the name that I had said that I would not, "of course!" And with that reply I lay alongside Elaine, fastened my lips onto her left breast and settled my right hand down onto her flat tummy. As I pushed onto her waist, I could again just make out the undulations within caused by his large cock; but she clearly wanted something else. Her cool fingers interlaced with my own and, with the palm of her hand pressed down onto the back of my own hand, with gentle pressure she manouevred my hand down to her mound once again. It was evident to me that she wanted her clitoris in contact with his cock again, but this time her hand stayed in position on top of my own.
For a few minutes (it could have been hours for all I knew) she kept the pressure on her clitoris with my hand but I noticed that imperceptibly her fingers that were interlaced with my own were exerting a strong grip.
"Let's take another step cj," she whispered in the dark as her hand kept its grip on my own. I noticed that Master Jackson had stopped thrusting into Elaine and had buried his manhood deep within her - and very suddenly there was a deathly silence in the bedroom.
Slowly, without relinquishing her hold, Elaine eased my hand further down away from her clitoris and onto his balls. I started to shake in response to the immensity of the step I had taken, because my hand was in contact with Master Jackson's testicles. "Feel him cj," she whispered in my ear, "Feel what you are lacking. Pay homage to a real man and understand why he is inside me - and why you are not."
The wrinkled skin was warm and the balls felt hard under my touch but I said nothing as my hand froze in a sexual contact that was alien to me. "Explore him cj," she continued softly above my head, "he has been waiting for this moment. No that's wrong - we have been waiting for this moment and now is the time for you to show us both just how a good cuckold can be."
Elaine released my hand and moved hers away as she softly reminded me that it was my duty to serve them both as had been agreed, "Relish serving him as you have done for me cj. Take his power in your hand just as you have taken his seed on your tongue and learn to enjoy serving our Master."
I did just as I was told, but tears came into my eyes as I realised that I was being used as a sexual object yet again, "I'm not a homo Mistress. I have never done anything like this in my life before," I said quietly. But I didn't move my hand away until I felt Master Jackson, who had remained very quiet throughout, start to move his manhood slowly inside her again.
Elaine's cool hand grabbed mine again and put it back on her mound as he took leisurely strokes as if he had all the time in the world; he continued to pleasure Elaine like the Master Lover that he was for approximately ten minutes. And then he stopped again.
I knew what was going to happen, before I felt Elaine's movement I knew that the same process was to be repeated - and I was not mistaken, but this time she did not speak. Elaine just held my hand gently this time and moved it around his sizeable testicles; more used to it now I calmed down and began to wonder why I was not kicking and screaming in indignation. But I knew the answer to this even as I asked it of myself; I had long accepted that I would be a 'serving cuckold' and this was only part of the training. I had secretly known that a day like this would come and here it was.
"You ain't no homo cj," said Jackson quietly, once again double guessing my thoughts, "but you're beginning to learn what it is to be a really good cuckold." And with that Elaine moved my hand away and Master Jackson continued his leisurely fucking of my Wife.
Another ten minutes or so passed and he stopped again. "The Rule of Three cj," said Elaine quietly, "it's up to you."
The room was silent with expectation except for the sound of breathing from Master Jackson, Elaine and myself - it was my decision.
But there was no decision to be made; I already knew what I was to do. So as my hand moved away from Elaine's mound and moved imperceptibly down to make contact Jackson's ball sack I heard a soft sigh and quiet indistinguishable words from both of them. Gently I held the dark pouch of manliness and moved his balls slowly, experiencing their hardness under the soft skin. I no longer felt emotional because I knew that a test had been placed before me, and I had passed it with credit. Is this what the rest of my life will be like?' I wondered.
"That was nicely done cj," said Master Jackson as he recommenced his moving in and out of Elaine. For my part I just lay there next to them both with my hand resting on her thigh as they made love, which meant that each time he pushed fully into her his testicles made gentle contact with the fingers and palm of my hand. I didn't know if this was what they had in mind but there were no complaints from either of the Lovers, so I just stayed put - learning a new 'cuckold' skill; for this is how I saw my role in that bed, that night - learning just what my place should be. And to my amazement, I was starting to enjoy my role of 'body slave' to my Wife's Black Master.
Neither spoke again as he powered his manhood repeatedly into Elaine, however in my confused state I only became eventually aware that Elaine had put her free hand behind my head which she subsequently eased onto her soft round breast. I was being welcomed into some sort of fold - I sensed that I was now being included and it felt good.
The slow movements of Master Jackson's body gradually increased over a period of a few minutes and it was becoming clear that their 'completion' was near. His rod moved faster and faster inside her and the movements of her young body mirrored this motion in her desire to achieve the full orgasm she craved. Manfully I kept my hand in the same position and ensured that his ball sack struck my hand each time and as the minutes and then seconds passed, I could feel the change in his big heavy sack of semen. His balls felt harder under my fingers and my hand and I could feel enough to know that this big man was about to ejaculate into my Wife. And although my own little penis was quietly locked away, I was pretty close too.
With a final thrust that rocked the bed, he buried his pole deep into Elaine and made the loud groan that I now knew was the sound he makes when he cums. Elaine moaned aloud as she orgasmed, and at the same time, I did what was now expected of me. I eased my hands onto his balls as he shot his seed into his (my?) Woman, I could feel the shuddering movement of his erupting cock transmitted through his groin and the tightness of his testes now in their throw of orgasm.
"Oh Master," Elaine said eventually after we had all rolled apart and the two Lovers lay on their backs, spent from their pleasures, "that was wonderful. Whatever got into you?"
He didn't answer at once, but eventually raised himself off the bed and then gently eased her legs apart. Looking over at me, and without a word, he nodded down towards Elaine's crotch; I knew what my duty should be and obeyed instantly. As the first scoop of Master Jackson's warm semen slid down my throat I heard him speak at last to the now softly purring Elaine.
"You can thank our little servant here," he said looking down at me licking Elaine's swollen labia, "and I think our training regime for cj will not take as long as we had thought. I know now that he wants to be Mastered by me. It's just a matter of time, education and attitude until his capitulation."
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| "You can thank our little servant here," |
'Maybe!' I thought to myself as I consumed yet another slurp of the salty ejaculate that had oozed from my Wife's pussy, 'But not tonight Master!'
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