The Cuckolds Clinic
Lucy & Tom Ward
[email protected]CHAPTER 1
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.
,Permisterally, 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 comparimister 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 powerd 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!
CHAPTER 2
I was dressed in my cartoonish black cock t-shirt with
yellow pyjama bottoms to match on my second visit to
the clinic. I looked ridiculous. I looked around at the
posters of interracial sex that surrounded me. Lewd,
rude scenes of lust, ruined white pussies dripping with
cum, sore stretched white assholes and impossibly hard
black cocks jutting up proud angles, smeared with the
juice of white women on black cock heat. One in
particular caught my eye, a woman breaking off from
sucking a black cock, cum jetting straight into her
waiting mouth from quite a distance.
Dr. Ward told me that I was to pay more attention to
this lesmister and not become aroused uninvited. Cara
appeared beside me and pulled the front of my pyjama
bottoms out, reaching in with the other hand and
slipping something over my dick.
"That's a pink bow," she said snapping my pyjamas back
in place, "if you become erect it you will display it
as a punishment."
The lesmister was all about how women suck black cock. A
video was put on, with Dr Ward pausing it frequently to
point out the techniques these women were using to
lick, kiss, suck and fetish back their black bats. She
handed me a dildo and asked me to show her I was paying
attention by copying these techniques. This would
certainly have stopped me getting hard without
permission under normal circumstances. Unfortunately my
technique was poor and Cara kept taking it off me to
show me how she would do it. These little
demonstrations soon had me crossing my legs to hide my
little indiscretion. Cara's elfin eyes peered down and
straight at me as she tossed her red hair down her back
and deep throated the plastic cock.
"I see you will not do as you are told," said Dr Ward.
"Get up and come and stand over here."
I followed and stood in the corner like a naughty
young, only facing into the room so that I could still
see the TV. She unceremoniously yanked my pyjama
bottoms down revealing my hard dick with the pink bow
proudly tied on the end.
"Maybe now you will concentrate."
I remained rock hard in the corner throughout the
remainder of the film, watching seemingly endless
scenes of cock sucking, load after load of black seed
deposited in the hungry mouths of middle aged white
women with wedding rings on show as they gripped the
dark cocks, teenage girls working in pairs, every
possible size and shape of cum splattered white slut.
Red heads, blondes and brunettes, all with cum matted
hair and splattered faces and tits.
After a while Dr Ward told me to come forward. Cara
took my arm and walked me to the centre of the room in
front of the TV and untied the bow.
"You may now masturbate" said Dr Ward, "there are only
four minutes of the film left. That should be enough
for you, if not it's just too bad."
I sheepishly began to masturbate, but quickly forgot
myself at the sight of a attractive young woman sucking
a massive cock while riding another black pussy
stretcher.
"Continue wanking," the doctor ordered, "but I want you
to use one finger of the other hand to trace light
circles around the tip of your willy. You may find that
this produces a stronger, more intense orgasm than
usual."
I did as instructed and did indeed find that after a
few moments I was cumming harder than I'd experienced
for a while. I'd beaten the end of the film and got my
release and felt compelled to thank Dr Ward for her
thoughtful advice, though immediately afterwards I
blushed with shame.
Dr Ward regarded me with an expression of curiosity.
"Well done. Your homework for this time will be to keep
a diary of your wife's sexual activity. If you are able
to watch in permister or on video fine. If not you will
need to ask her for the details. We can discuss your
thoughts and feelings on the subject next time."
I nodded and turned to leave. Cara stepped out of my
way.
"Here you go," she said handing me the pink ribbon, "a
souvenir. I can put it on for you again now if you
like."
I was tempted to agree just to feel her touch me again
but politely declined.
CHAPTER 3
It didn't feel like two weeks since the last time I was
at the Cuckold Clinic, surrounded by posters of
interracial sex, and huge black dildos. There were cut
away charts showing in detail how much further into a
woman a black cock released it's cum than a white one,
an evolution of man chart showing a well endowed black
man in front of a small dicked white one and posters on
the walls with messages like "White dicks are for
wanking - always remember to wash your willy when you
finish."
Today the room was a little different. The room was
really a college art room used for evening classes
which Dr Ward was hiring. The desks had been grouped
together in the middle of the room and Dr Ward's young
assistant Cara was putting a plastic sheet over what
looked like gym mats on top of the desks. Cara was a
redhead barely out of her teens but noticed the lustful
glances I sometimes gave her. She wore a nurses uniform
but the silver haired Dr Ward dressed casually as
usual.
"Good evening Thomas," said the doctor as Cara handed
my a bag containing the pyjamas I had to wear at the
clinic. The top was basically a white long sleeved t-
shirt. Both the shirt and bottoms were covered with
cartoon drawings. An image of a big erect black cock
and one of a flaccid white willy were repeated all over
the pyjamas.
"Just put your top on today as we have a lot to do and
we require you to be privates on parade this evening."
She always used that silly expression but it always
made me blush.
I changed into my top and came back in sheepishly. The
floor was cold on my bare feet and I felt the cool air
around my lower half. My dick had shrivelled due to the
cold and I felt embarrassed. It hated it when it got
hard in front of them but hated them seeing it so small
too! I was glad of the top at least even if it did look
ridiculous.
"Hop up here Tom," Cara cheerfully pointed to a chair
arranged so that I could climb on the desk top mats.
"Just kneel down on the mat for a minute. There you
go." She placed her hand on the small of my back to
help me up and I felt a tingle of unwanted excitement.
I knelt on the plastic covered mats and sat back on my
legs. Dr Ward returned will a box which she put on the
chair on front of her.
"Today's clinic is about masturbation Thomas. It's an
important part of a cuckolds life and it should be
regular and enjoyable. I know that you have set
masturbation time but of course there is nothing wrong
with a bit of spontaneous fun if it's done correctly."
She rummaged in the box. I did have masturbation time
at home every 9 o'clock, unless there was nothing else
happening, like a visiting lover for Lucy, a visit to
the clinic here or hell, even a game I wanted to watch
but I kept that to myself.
It wasn't too formal, but I was required to undress
downstairs and go upstairs to my room naked. I would
use a towel to catch my cum which Lucy called my
cumforter and I'd bring it down for her to wash
straight after and dress again. Usually I watched porn.
Sometimes commercial, sometimes Lucy's small but
growing collection of home movies. Always strictly
interracial of course. I'd most often be back down in
ten minutes.
Dr Ward handed Cara some booklets. "Pass him these
please" she said and Cara handed them up as the doctor
continued. The first booklet was called "Masturbation
Time." It's cover showed a cartoon of a man
masturbating while a fully dressed woman and black man
looked on.
"The first booklet is about how you should feel about
playing with yourself. Masturbation isn't to be ashamed
of, it's part of a cuckolds life. The booklet describes
how your masturbation is your wife's way of making love
to you and she wants you to enjoy it as often as
possible, as long as the rules are followed of course."
The booklet was full of similar cartoons of the same
man jerking off in front of the woman and a variety of
different people, other women, other black lovers even
other white men.
"It shows you that far from being a dirty secret it
should be enjoyed openly. Little willies are for
wanking. We all know you have one and we all know you
do it."
I looked at the second book, to hide my red face as
much as anything. It had a plain cover and was called
the cuckold release handbook.
"That one has some information on how it should be
done. You know you are a cuckold and why you are a
cuckold. You already follow the black cock view rule
don't you?"
"Yes Dr Ward." That meant I could only masturbate with
black cocks, or images of them in view. That meant I
could be watching interracial porn, Lucy with a lover,
and could even get away with a realistic black dildo.
In fact I had sometimes had to resort to placing one of
Lucy's dildos on the dresser in front of my bed in
order to be able to come when nothing else was to hand.
On these occasions Lucy would sometimes watch to ensure
my gaze was fixed firmly on the cock as I came. Of
course, I preferred DVDs, especially those that
featured her own hungry pussy being stretched out by a
dark rod.
"You will find many useful rules and hints in there.
Read it tonight. That is your homework. Also have a
look at the last one in your own time if you wish."
The third booklet had a lurid full cover photo of a guy
with his legs bent over his head in the air, a finger
up his ass and his other hand on his dick which was
ejaculating onto his chest. You could just see that he
had a magazine next to him with pictures of a woman
sucking a massive black penis. It was called the
wanker's guide, and was illustrated with several full
colour shots of the same guy masturbating in different
ways, and line drawings highlighting techniques. I
realised I'd got slightly hard. It wasn't the pictures
it was all this talk of wanking while I sat here half
naked in front of these women. I felt the rush of
shame.
"Right," said Dr Ward, "you're going to have a little
session here today. And as we have discussed, far from
there being shame in finishing off quickly, that should
be the goal. Tug tug, squirt squirt, clean up and off
you go." Cara stifled a giggle. "But sometimes it's ok
to keep playing and we'll do that today if we need to.
Cara..." she motioned to the nurse who turned the
lights down and I heard the hum of an overhead
projector.
A picture appeared of the clinic logo. It was a cartoon
drawing. Two figures were either side of the words
Highton Cuckold's Clinic. They were displayed from just
bellow the chest to just above the knee. A black man
with a very large cock and a white man with a small
flaccid thing. Underneath was a small photo of a woman
kissing a black cock, her face covered in cum. It
looked like Dr Ward, but younger. I couldn't be sure.
Cara spoke, a smirk on her face, "Lucy tells us your
record when she has a lover is three times straight"
she said. "We'd like you to try that for us here. But
you'll need to be quick to fit it in. I hope you've
been practicing," she grinned. Dr Ward had snapped on a
latex glove and without warning her gloved hand was on
my cock, rubbing warm lube into it.
"That doesn't take long anyway" she said to Cara. I was
very hard despite a feeling of almost stunned
embarrassment. The projector clicked and a photo of a
woman riding a black cock came into view. It was a
close up - her pussy was stretched around the shaft,
which shined with her excitement as she prepared for
the down stroke.
"Start to masturbate please Tom" said Cara. I did
sheepishly - slowly. But Dr Ward was having none of it.
"Faster. I want you to look at the picture. I want you
to cum quickly for us. Let's go through the drill.
Black cock view - where's the black cock?"
"In the picture."
"Where in the picture?"
"Fucking that pussy."
"Size?"
"Maybe 10 inches?" It was hard to tell. You couldn't
see it all.
"Spot on. Differential?"
"6 inches"
"Properly!"
"6 inches bigger than me"
"Thomas, properly!"
"His black cock is 6-inches bigger than my willy Dr
Ward."
"And?"
"It's more than twice as big as me."
"Faster." She'd barely barked her command as I splashed
the plastic sheet with cum. Cara moved in an quickly
wiped me with tissue, but the projector clicked again
and a picture of a woman appeared. She faced away from
the camera and was getting up, having obviously been
anally fucking a black dildo which was being held in
place by the hand of another unseen permister. It looked
like a woman's hand.
"Black cock view?" barked Dr Ward. I realised I was to
keep jerking. I didn't care, lost in raw experience of
the moment.
"Big dildo in the picture."
"And is that acceptable?"
