Julian my husband became a spunk dump, when I was passed on from Lewis to Marshal. Lewis had broken me in as the black man's bitch and I was eternally grateful. Getting black cock, feeling it inside me, pumping, stretching me, was the first thrilling objective, but then to be owned, properly owned, so that my husband was pushed aside and Lewis came and went at our house was just amazing. Several of my closest girlfriends knew about the situation, that I would be taken upstairs for a good hard fucking whilst Julian was required to sit on the stairs. They had seen Julian's black eye that time when he thought he could do something to stop Lewis enjoying me. Trish teased, 'walked into a door did you Julian?'. She knew, he knew, he'd taken the punch because he didn't accept that my cunt was Lewis's. He hadn't learned the instinctive catechism that once a bitch is getting black cock the contest is over. The husband stands politely aside and let's the better man do the servicing. Then though, Lewis had had to work abroad on business for 2-3 years. I was bereft and begged to go with him, to divorce my husband if that was what was required. Lewis didn't want that though, so he gave me to Marshal. Of course I went dutifully. Lewis had picked out a physically dominant, a really imposing brother for me. He was practised in the gym shall we say and he had been bigger fists than Lewis's. I went out on a couple of dates with him. There was a semblance of choice, a superficial etiquette of the woman chooses, but the outcome was never really in doubt. Marshal took his cock out to me, had me suck its helmet and then he fed it inside me. I climaxed. I climaxed on him so hard and so fast and Marshal kept on stroking and stroking until I begged him to spunk inside me. Of course his cock was bare. Of course it was and it felt like a rod of iron ruling me. He must have run me on it for ten more minutes, teasing my nipples till they stood up pert, and only then did he spunk me.
Whereas Lewis was a regular visitor to our house, Marshal decided that he would take up residence. To be owned that way, with a resident black alpha male is a higher, a raunchier experience. I remember that Marshal asked Julian whether he needed a hiding before he accepted that my bed was solely for Marshal and my husband bowed his head humbly. No, that wouldn't be necessary. It feels very sexy watching one submit to another, the white bending a knee to the black. It makes your pussy moisten, at least it does mine! But the rule that Julian accepted was to be far more deep and far reaching, than what Lewis had required. Lewis simply required Julian to watch us fuck sometimes, to suck his cock for him, but Marshal was a man of the movement. By that I mean that both Julian and I were to be far more active in bringing about the sexual revolution, the corrective change. I was to give the come on to black guys and fuck where Marshal told me to and I was to meet and encourage other white girls to do the same. It was always praiseworthy to turn any white girl into a mini skirted slut for the black man's cock, but to bring a married woman to the cock craze was what really pleased Marshal. He admitted it, he wanted the white married bitches to humiliate their husbands. That was the added fillip of successful work, turning beautiful white married girls into crazed black man worshippers. Mean time, Julian had to learn to become our faggot, and then after that, he had to show other spoilt young white bitches and their black beaus to use a faggot too. Breaking a husband, turning him into a faggot took a little time. it took some use of butt plugs and strap ons and yes the overcoming of resistance to bare black cock into the man cunny hole. Bitches had to be patient if they weren't to damage their husbands. But it was good to show them what a well fucked husband looked like, what he felt like. So thy came around to visit us, to spend the weekend, and Julian, well Julian became a spunk dump.
This isn't a training manual but I will say that the training of Julian was quite brisk. We used butt plugs and lube, but with a modest size black strap on I was fucking him quite quickly. I'd never done that to my husband whilst Lewis owned me, but I did now and I loved the sound that Julian made as I took him. He squeaked and grunted, his botty hole sucked and slurped as I push in and out of him. Then there was the slap, slap, slap as I pushed up him to the hilt and his little cock and balls swung, constrained in the stainless steel cage that I had locked there. Making a man gasp, and grunt, making him spurt was such a powerful feeling! Once I had fucked Julian with the little mistress tool we moved onto the big mistress strap on, something very much more dominating, something that made Julian's eyes water. I took him gradually on that, stretched him out and eventually he learned to squeal his way through a humiliating, caged, splurging climax on that too. It was then that Marshal required him to put his arse up for him too. I had drilled out Julian to a large degree and Marshal finished the job. He fucked Julian until his eyes creased, till he begged for spunk as that was his fastest form of relief from the cock pounding. I'd look at Julian's bottom when Marshal had finished with him and thought how unlike a man he now seemed. He was just there to be fucked.
I guess it was around five weeks later that Marshal brought around Carrie and her black lover Simeon. I remember noticing immediately how besotted Carrie was with her lover. She wore a wedding ring of course, but that meant nothing at all. She was well and truly owned by the suave Simeon. Simeon was may be in his middle twenties and Carrie a couple of years older. Their cuck was called Edward. Edward I learned had been left at home to decorate whilst Carrie and Simeon spent the weekend with us. Marshal had told me that Simeon had never fucked a man before, fucked him into ownership. Carrie wanted that, to see Simeon master Edward that way. I think that she felt ready to have Simeon's baby after that, once Edward was robbed of any last vestige of manhood, once he was whimpering on Simeon's cock. On the Friday, we played around a little bit after dinner. I had Julian come to cunt and lick me until my pulse raced. I then had him do much the same for Carrie. Her cunt was pretty, pulled and pouted out in that way a black cock does. Julian ran his tongue around those luscious lips, wetting them, flapping them back and forth as he opened his mouth to her mistress hood. I could have pegged Julian then but I insisted instead that Carrie strap my smaller dildo against her pubes. Using the smaller, the insouciant weapon I knew that she wouldn't hurt Julian and she would get a quick powerful feeling of using a weak white male. So Julian dropped his pants like such a good little boy and I lubed the end of the strap up with some gel. I remember Carrie checking my expression. I smiled and nodded and she pushed right up Julian making him grunt. It was a nice deep grunt, an animal grunt and Carrie took hold of his hips and built on that. She thrust very fast indeed and it must have been playing havoc with Julian's prostate because he spunked being taken by her. It was such a sexy thrill for our guest!
The next day, Saturday, Simeon and Marshal came back from the pub after lunch time and my lover told his guest that it was time that he took Julian's arse. I know that sounded casual, but it wasn't. I'd taken Julian down to a clinic to make sure the he was clean for Simeon. Simeon had to produce evidence that he was clean too. So it was definitely premeditated, but the last moments, well, Marshal said things so casual. Fucking Julian was an interlude. He could dump some spunk in our cuck's ass. He would be very sweet and put his butt up as required.
Julian was drilled out. He had learned to think of his arse as something that got fucked. He had started to acknowledge that he was pathetic because he was coming to need his arse filled regularly. Julian was a faggot in his head too! But still, putting his butt up to get fucked casually, by a black guy stranger, well that was another hurdle to cover. Carrie wanted to watch, of course she did. She was an instinctive bitch who knew what memories this would burn in her mind. It was what Edward was going to be for. I said though that a cuck learned to take black cock, bare and up the rear when he had his nose and mouth full of cunny. The more he licked and sniffed at pussy the more it seemed to reinforce his readiness to take handsome black cock where it mattered. So, speaking firmly I had Carrie drop her skin tight jeans, discard her thong and then position herself, legs apart up a the top of the bed. Her sex, it really did look arrogant and I could well imagine Edward with his face in that. This time though I was Julian who was ordered to first lap, kiss and then suckle at her cunt. I watched him crawl up the bed, I watched him push his mouth to her cunt and and then as if by instinct he put his butt up for the filling to come.
Afterwards, after Simeon had stuck his prick up my husband's rear, Marshal called Simeon's cock 'the throwing stick'. May be you don't know what one of those is? Well, picture a bulbous wooden head on a slimmer but powerful stalk. Picture something carved out of a living tree, the head dug out from inside the trunk. Picture something like a club. Well, the was what Simeon's prick was like. His bulbous great head made Julian yelp, but once master was inside him and thrusting him, botty took things very nicely indeed. I could tell the effects because Julian's wink was stiffening with each black master thrust. His mouth was opening and actually gobbling at Carrie's snatch. Any thought that Simeon ever had that this was somehow gay, was dispelled in an instant. Watching Carrie bitch the guys mouth, watching his silly little buttocks spasm, this was all about power.
'Fucking use it man, use that girl like ass of his' Marshal commended.
Simeon bucked harder, may be imagining how he would use Edward.
'Listen to the faggot grunt, he's begging for it. He's fucking crazed in the head for black mamba up the cave.'
Simeon snarled through the next thrusts. I watched his eyes harden, his fingers tense of Julian's hips and then the jagging, spunking drives of his cock rammed Julian's face into mistress's sex. Simeon grabbed my husband's hips, gyrated them around and around and around and he squirted and squirted his jizz into him.
There, on the duvet, the pathetic little squirts of Julian's semen, that which escaped the embrace of the cage. He was dragging down breathes when he could, staring wide eyed up at Carrie and taking master's seed like a very good boy. When Simeon pulled out of him you could see how much that was too. Streams of white spunk bubbled and exuded out of his rear. His anal sphincter was spasming, spasming, trying to retain all the dominant goodies that he had received.
'You OK man?' asked Marshal firmly to Simeon.
Simeon nodded and stared at Carrie. He wanted her now, he wanted her very much! It was a great feeling, putting down the also ran competitor. It was a great feeling bettering the bitch and then anticipating his rewards. Julian was wrecked. Not by the fuck I think, but by the shame of what we had made him do. His face was so red, his eyes seemed to plead, 'I didn't climax did I?' But he knew the answer, of course he did. He would learn to fag with any brother that Marshal put him to. He would learn to help us lead others down our path.
Over the next months Julian put his butt up to a dozen or more dominant black guys. The sexy submissive noises that he made on them encouraged them. Fuck the cuck was very much a growing part of owning a bitch. It was horny, it was powerful and of course we were able to explain to our friends that soon enough, with expert handling, a cucked husband would put his butt up for attention very eager indeed. They would acquire a seeded up arse, just like Julians!
[Lutheran Maid's cuckold novel, 'The Intimacy of Three' is available through Amazon as print and electronic down load. ]
Whereas Lewis was a regular visitor to our house, Marshal decided that he would take up residence. To be owned that way, with a resident black alpha male is a higher, a raunchier experience. I remember that Marshal asked Julian whether he needed a hiding before he accepted that my bed was solely for Marshal and my husband bowed his head humbly. No, that wouldn't be necessary. It feels very sexy watching one submit to another, the white bending a knee to the black. It makes your pussy moisten, at least it does mine! But the rule that Julian accepted was to be far more deep and far reaching, than what Lewis had required. Lewis simply required Julian to watch us fuck sometimes, to suck his cock for him, but Marshal was a man of the movement. By that I mean that both Julian and I were to be far more active in bringing about the sexual revolution, the corrective change. I was to give the come on to black guys and fuck where Marshal told me to and I was to meet and encourage other white girls to do the same. It was always praiseworthy to turn any white girl into a mini skirted slut for the black man's cock, but to bring a married woman to the cock craze was what really pleased Marshal. He admitted it, he wanted the white married bitches to humiliate their husbands. That was the added fillip of successful work, turning beautiful white married girls into crazed black man worshippers. Mean time, Julian had to learn to become our faggot, and then after that, he had to show other spoilt young white bitches and their black beaus to use a faggot too. Breaking a husband, turning him into a faggot took a little time. it took some use of butt plugs and strap ons and yes the overcoming of resistance to bare black cock into the man cunny hole. Bitches had to be patient if they weren't to damage their husbands. But it was good to show them what a well fucked husband looked like, what he felt like. So thy came around to visit us, to spend the weekend, and Julian, well Julian became a spunk dump.
This isn't a training manual but I will say that the training of Julian was quite brisk. We used butt plugs and lube, but with a modest size black strap on I was fucking him quite quickly. I'd never done that to my husband whilst Lewis owned me, but I did now and I loved the sound that Julian made as I took him. He squeaked and grunted, his botty hole sucked and slurped as I push in and out of him. Then there was the slap, slap, slap as I pushed up him to the hilt and his little cock and balls swung, constrained in the stainless steel cage that I had locked there. Making a man gasp, and grunt, making him spurt was such a powerful feeling! Once I had fucked Julian with the little mistress tool we moved onto the big mistress strap on, something very much more dominating, something that made Julian's eyes water. I took him gradually on that, stretched him out and eventually he learned to squeal his way through a humiliating, caged, splurging climax on that too. It was then that Marshal required him to put his arse up for him too. I had drilled out Julian to a large degree and Marshal finished the job. He fucked Julian until his eyes creased, till he begged for spunk as that was his fastest form of relief from the cock pounding. I'd look at Julian's bottom when Marshal had finished with him and thought how unlike a man he now seemed. He was just there to be fucked.
I guess it was around five weeks later that Marshal brought around Carrie and her black lover Simeon. I remember noticing immediately how besotted Carrie was with her lover. She wore a wedding ring of course, but that meant nothing at all. She was well and truly owned by the suave Simeon. Simeon was may be in his middle twenties and Carrie a couple of years older. Their cuck was called Edward. Edward I learned had been left at home to decorate whilst Carrie and Simeon spent the weekend with us. Marshal had told me that Simeon had never fucked a man before, fucked him into ownership. Carrie wanted that, to see Simeon master Edward that way. I think that she felt ready to have Simeon's baby after that, once Edward was robbed of any last vestige of manhood, once he was whimpering on Simeon's cock. On the Friday, we played around a little bit after dinner. I had Julian come to cunt and lick me until my pulse raced. I then had him do much the same for Carrie. Her cunt was pretty, pulled and pouted out in that way a black cock does. Julian ran his tongue around those luscious lips, wetting them, flapping them back and forth as he opened his mouth to her mistress hood. I could have pegged Julian then but I insisted instead that Carrie strap my smaller dildo against her pubes. Using the smaller, the insouciant weapon I knew that she wouldn't hurt Julian and she would get a quick powerful feeling of using a weak white male. So Julian dropped his pants like such a good little boy and I lubed the end of the strap up with some gel. I remember Carrie checking my expression. I smiled and nodded and she pushed right up Julian making him grunt. It was a nice deep grunt, an animal grunt and Carrie took hold of his hips and built on that. She thrust very fast indeed and it must have been playing havoc with Julian's prostate because he spunked being taken by her. It was such a sexy thrill for our guest!
The next day, Saturday, Simeon and Marshal came back from the pub after lunch time and my lover told his guest that it was time that he took Julian's arse. I know that sounded casual, but it wasn't. I'd taken Julian down to a clinic to make sure the he was clean for Simeon. Simeon had to produce evidence that he was clean too. So it was definitely premeditated, but the last moments, well, Marshal said things so casual. Fucking Julian was an interlude. He could dump some spunk in our cuck's ass. He would be very sweet and put his butt up as required.
Julian was drilled out. He had learned to think of his arse as something that got fucked. He had started to acknowledge that he was pathetic because he was coming to need his arse filled regularly. Julian was a faggot in his head too! But still, putting his butt up to get fucked casually, by a black guy stranger, well that was another hurdle to cover. Carrie wanted to watch, of course she did. She was an instinctive bitch who knew what memories this would burn in her mind. It was what Edward was going to be for. I said though that a cuck learned to take black cock, bare and up the rear when he had his nose and mouth full of cunny. The more he licked and sniffed at pussy the more it seemed to reinforce his readiness to take handsome black cock where it mattered. So, speaking firmly I had Carrie drop her skin tight jeans, discard her thong and then position herself, legs apart up a the top of the bed. Her sex, it really did look arrogant and I could well imagine Edward with his face in that. This time though I was Julian who was ordered to first lap, kiss and then suckle at her cunt. I watched him crawl up the bed, I watched him push his mouth to her cunt and and then as if by instinct he put his butt up for the filling to come.
Afterwards, after Simeon had stuck his prick up my husband's rear, Marshal called Simeon's cock 'the throwing stick'. May be you don't know what one of those is? Well, picture a bulbous wooden head on a slimmer but powerful stalk. Picture something carved out of a living tree, the head dug out from inside the trunk. Picture something like a club. Well, the was what Simeon's prick was like. His bulbous great head made Julian yelp, but once master was inside him and thrusting him, botty took things very nicely indeed. I could tell the effects because Julian's wink was stiffening with each black master thrust. His mouth was opening and actually gobbling at Carrie's snatch. Any thought that Simeon ever had that this was somehow gay, was dispelled in an instant. Watching Carrie bitch the guys mouth, watching his silly little buttocks spasm, this was all about power.
'Fucking use it man, use that girl like ass of his' Marshal commended.
Simeon bucked harder, may be imagining how he would use Edward.
'Listen to the faggot grunt, he's begging for it. He's fucking crazed in the head for black mamba up the cave.'
Simeon snarled through the next thrusts. I watched his eyes harden, his fingers tense of Julian's hips and then the jagging, spunking drives of his cock rammed Julian's face into mistress's sex. Simeon grabbed my husband's hips, gyrated them around and around and around and he squirted and squirted his jizz into him.
There, on the duvet, the pathetic little squirts of Julian's semen, that which escaped the embrace of the cage. He was dragging down breathes when he could, staring wide eyed up at Carrie and taking master's seed like a very good boy. When Simeon pulled out of him you could see how much that was too. Streams of white spunk bubbled and exuded out of his rear. His anal sphincter was spasming, spasming, trying to retain all the dominant goodies that he had received.
'You OK man?' asked Marshal firmly to Simeon.
Simeon nodded and stared at Carrie. He wanted her now, he wanted her very much! It was a great feeling, putting down the also ran competitor. It was a great feeling bettering the bitch and then anticipating his rewards. Julian was wrecked. Not by the fuck I think, but by the shame of what we had made him do. His face was so red, his eyes seemed to plead, 'I didn't climax did I?' But he knew the answer, of course he did. He would learn to fag with any brother that Marshal put him to. He would learn to help us lead others down our path.
Over the next months Julian put his butt up to a dozen or more dominant black guys. The sexy submissive noises that he made on them encouraged them. Fuck the cuck was very much a growing part of owning a bitch. It was horny, it was powerful and of course we were able to explain to our friends that soon enough, with expert handling, a cucked husband would put his butt up for attention very eager indeed. They would acquire a seeded up arse, just like Julians!
[Lutheran Maid's cuckold novel, 'The Intimacy of Three' is available through Amazon as print and electronic down load. ]
