The Doctor Part 1
I was in the kitchen preparing some goodies for everyone to snack on. People do get hungry from fucking so much. I was naked except for the lacy, frilly apron that kept my little dick from getting splashed on.
The apron was embroidered. My wife, Lorna, at the prompting of one of her black lovers, Doc, made me take the apron to a shop to get it embroidered. It was so embarrassing.
At the shop, the lady asked “Is this for you?”
It should have been obvious to her, as Doc made me put on make-up, to include eye liner and lipstick, before going out to get it done. I just nodded yes, my face flushed. Doc has more than a bit of a sadistic streak in him.
The lady doing the embroidering kept looking at me and giggling as she ran the machine. She even invited a couple co-workers over to see what she was doing. They looked at me and giggled too. When the apron was done, she asked me to put it on so she could take a picture. Red faced, I did as she asked. The words “Pussy Boi” newly emblazoned in a feminine scrip across the front. The certainly was not the first time either Doc or my wife caused me embarrassment out in public.
While I was in the kitchen, Lorna was sitting on the couch, totally naked. Doc was sitting next to her, also naked. His dark black hip was touching my wife's pale white hip. His right hand was pressed between her wide spread legs, massaging her clit while his other arm was around her neck, his black hand fondling one of Lorna's big tits.
The doorbell rang. Even though the couch was much closer to the front door than I was, it was my responsibility to always answer the door. I was required to answer the door nude, unless I had been instructed previously to wear panties. Sometimes, if it is somebody unexpected, it gets pretty embarrassing. I had to put a sign at the front door to prevent difficulties: “Caution, Nudist Household.”
I threw off the apron and ran to the door, my little dick bobbing up and down as I ran. I opened the door wide. It was Lorna's younger sister, Lena. I couldn't help but think that their parents often yelled out the wrong name when they were little kids getting into trouble, as the names are so close.
Lena ignored me, stepping in. She was wearing a little black micro-mini skirt that was so short it exposed half her lovely white ass. Her big tits, about as ample as Lorna's, were covered only by the sheer white top. Lena's legs were supported by a very sexy pair of thigh-high stockings, very lacy at the top as they almost reached her crotch. Her feet were adorned by six-inch black “fuck me” heels.
Lorna and Doc got up and went to Lena.
“Hey, Baby, how are you tonight?” said Lorna as she hugged her sister, their tits mashing into each other as they hugged. Doc was next, wrapping his arms around Lena, his black hands cupping her lovely ass cheeks as he greeted her.
One of Lena's black boyfriends, Germain, came through the door right behind Lena. He was wearing blue jeans and a muscle shirt. His jeans, as was his shirt, were very tight, revealing his toned muscles but also a gigantic bulge at his crotch. I suspected that bulge attracted a lot of white girls, just as it had attracted Lena. By the way, you never want to call “Germain” “Germ” for short. Don't make that mistake! Take my word for it. My nuts still shrivel up in remembrance.
Lorna bounced over (her tits literally bouncing) and wrapped her arms around Germain's neck, kissing him on the lips, and rubbing the bulge in his pants with her hand. My wife is such a slut for black men, it is unbelievable. And to think I was the one who got her started down this path, suggesting to her she should try fucking some other men. Little did I know.
Germain grabbed her ass hard, squeezing, as he returned Lorna's kiss. Doc already had his hands all over Lena's tits, helping her to disrobe.
In the door next came Missy. Missy is Lena's husband. Both Missy and me are referred to only as females, and with female pronouns. I am most often called “Gracie” while Lena's husband is always called Missy.
Missy was wearing a short plaid skirt, white thigh-high stockings, four inch heels, and a white frilly top. The skirt was just barely long enough to cover her tiny dick. I couldn't tell if she also had panties or was commando.
Missy's small tits were obvious under her top. Doc had started her on female hormones some time ago, so she was much farther along than I was. Doc had started me on female hormones more recently. My nipples were swollen and very tender, but had not formed actual tits yet like Missy had.
Doc went to medical school, St. Matthews University, on his home island of Grand Cayman. He completed the school but decided that he really preferred working with animals, as humans tended to piss him off, so he went back to St. Matthews and got a degree in Veterinary Medicine. He sometimes refers to Missy and me as his “little pussy cats.” We are his pets; his animals. We even sometimes get put on leashes, which could be around our necks or around our nuts.
Doc grabbed Missy by the neck and pulled her over to in front of the couch, where Doc sat down. He told Missy to strip so he could examine her. Missy dropped her skirt, exposing her naked ass and tiny dick and balls, then pulled her top off. She left her stockings and heels on.
Doc held up her dick with one hand while feeling Missy's balls with the other. He was obviously squeezing harder than necessary, as Missy squirmed a bit and had a pained, uncomfortable look on her face. She didn't dare resist. Once Doc was satisfied, he released Missy's balls and dick and moved up to Missy's small tits. He felt around, giving Missy a breast exam with his hands, then twisted her nipples. Missy yelped.
Doc spun Missy around and pulled her over his lap, Doc's long, thick, black cock touching Missy's side. Doc brought his hand down and walloped Missy's ass. After several hard wacks, her ass turned red.
“Now, girl, do you react like that when I examine you?” He asked.
“No Sir, Sorry Sir. I was just caught by surprise, Sir” explained Missy
Doc brought his hand down hard again on Missy's ass,
“No excuses, girl” he yelled. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir” whimpered Missy.
Doc pushed Missy off his lap, causing her to fall flat on the floor. As Missy got up, Doc called me over and had me stand in front of him, facing him.
“Let's see how you are doing, girl” he said.
As with Missy, he took my dick, a little bit larger than Missy's but still small, in one hand and my balls in the other hand.
He asked “Are you able to get hard-ons yet, despite your female injections?”
“I think so” I replied.
His black hand pumped my dick a few times, and sure enough, I got hard. A solid four and a half inches standing erect. I tried not to get hard, but I just could not help it, as I was so in need of relief.
He nodded, then squeezed my balls. I had to fight back the impulse to vomit. If I had, it would have been a total disaster. I probably would have been castrated, which Doc has threatened me and Missy with several times.
He next felt my swollen tits, mostly just swollen around my very tender nipples but just beginning to form real tits.. I hoped he would not twist my nipples like he did with Missy, but I was prepared to just take the pain without yelping if he did. Yup, he did. Excruciating pain, my knees going weak, but I kept my teeth clenched tight, and not a peep escaped, as much as I want to scream.
My wife reached over and took my balls in her hand in a soothing manner, but then she turned to Doc and asked,
“When do you think we should castrate the girls?”
Lena giggled, and said “I sure hope it is soon. Neither one needs balls.”
Lorna smiled and nodded.
Both Missy and I were sweating getting castrated. We both knew that jokes about it were more than just jokes. It was an indication of things to come. We were hoping to avoid it for as long as possible, so we were very compliant to ward off the inevitable for longer. I like my balls. I regard them as friends. Anytime we resisted even the most mild of things, we knew the time for our castration got shorter. It was like an algebra calculation: X-Y means the castrations come sooner. X+Y means it is delayed a little more. A major infraction had the potential of resulting in almost immediate castration.
No matter what was asked, Missy and I were completely and unhesitatingly compliant. We knew that was the only choice, as we had been required to witness the castrations of a couple other “males.” Or, at least, former males. These were, we assumed, the husbands or boyfriends of some women that Doc knew. The women, one white and one Asian, were present, and got to do the actual snipping of the cords to detach the balls after the cutter opened up their sacks and exposed the nuts. The “guys” were tied down tightly so they could not move, as the castrations were performed without any anesthesia.
The women were thrilled at being able to be the ones cutting their husband balls off. The Asian girl even took the balls and rubbed them on the face of her husband, laughing as she did so. She was so petite I was wondering how she could take any cock, let alone a huge black one.
The two castrations we witnessed were done on a farm. The surgeon's face was concealed by a ski-type mask so there could be no comeback on him, although it did appear to us that it was Doc. Missy and I, along with our wives, had been driven to the farm in two vehicles. I was required to be naked, as was Missy. Sitting beside me in the car, Lorna held a leash which was attached to a collar around my balls. The collar was attached pretty tight, so it was a bit uncomfortable. Lorna and I were both blindfolded, and I assume Missy and Lena, in the other vehicle, were as well. The blindfolds were taken off when we got to the farm.
Both of the girls, (the “former males,”) had been blindfolded and nude as they were led into the room. After they were laid down on cots side by side, their blindfolds were removed. They were then gagged and securely tied down. Even with the gags, however, during the actual cutting and removal of their nut sacks, they screamed muffled screams. Despite the screams, they were both very compliant, so Missy and I assumed they were in agreement with their wives that they should be neutered. It was interesting watching these girls getting castrated. After their balls and nut sacks were removed, the cutter sowed then up, gave them antibiotics and gave them sanitary napkins to put in their panties.
In the living room, after our examinations by Doc, Missy and I went bouncing into the kitchen. I still had my hard-on, so my dick went wagging in front of me, almost like a dog wagging his tail.
Back in the kitchen, I poured Doc his wine in a nice stemmed glass. Doc is very particular about the wine. He requires that I buy just certain wines for him. It is not cheap wine, but Doc says that is just a small partial payment for his allowing me to watch as he fucks my wife. I wonder how many other cuckolds have to pay in some manner to be able to watch their wife get fucked by black men. Well, I asked for it, so I cannot complain.
Missy poured beer for Germain and I poured additional wine for our wives. We brought the drinks and appetizers out to the living room. We were required to curtsy as we served them. I am sure curtsying while naked looked pretty ridiculous, but it was required so we did it. Missy was especially good at doing a curtsy. She put one leg behind her, bending at the knee, and bowing deeply. Very sweet and feminine. Missy made a very good girl.
After serving the refreshments, Doc positioned Lorna on his lap, her back to him, so that his cock was touching her smoothly shaved pussy. He had both ebony hands on her white tits, messaging them and playing with her pink nipples.
Doc motioned me over and teld me: “Hey, buttercup, take my cock in your hand and rub it against your wife's clit.”
Then he gave me a big smile. He loves it when I am told to do something regarding his black cock and my own wife's white pussy. Its like he is exhibiting his power over me. Him making me handle his cock or cleaning off his cock with my mouth or even sucking his black cock to get him hard has absolutely nothing with being gay on either one of our parts. I know I am not and I believe Doc is not. It is all about power, all about his being in control. He is very dominate, and will tolerate absolutely no decent.
I was careful to not touch my wife's pussy with my hand, as that was forbidden. It would result in a serious punishment. The only time I am ever allowed to touch my own wife's pussy is when cleaning black men's cum from her with my tongue.
“Put my cock in her cunt now, buttercup.” Doc said, smiling. I carefully did that, then settled back on my knees, on the floor, between their legs, watching his cock slowly and gently slipping up and down into my wife's pretty pussy. It has been a long time since I was able to enjoy that beautiful pussy. Now all my joy came from watching. I looked up at my wife's face and saw the pure lust that was there. She loves hard fuckings, but she also loves it slow and easy and very sensual at times.
My dick got hard again as I watched.
END OF PART 1
I was in the kitchen preparing some goodies for everyone to snack on. People do get hungry from fucking so much. I was naked except for the lacy, frilly apron that kept my little dick from getting splashed on.
The apron was embroidered. My wife, Lorna, at the prompting of one of her black lovers, Doc, made me take the apron to a shop to get it embroidered. It was so embarrassing.
At the shop, the lady asked “Is this for you?”
It should have been obvious to her, as Doc made me put on make-up, to include eye liner and lipstick, before going out to get it done. I just nodded yes, my face flushed. Doc has more than a bit of a sadistic streak in him.
The lady doing the embroidering kept looking at me and giggling as she ran the machine. She even invited a couple co-workers over to see what she was doing. They looked at me and giggled too. When the apron was done, she asked me to put it on so she could take a picture. Red faced, I did as she asked. The words “Pussy Boi” newly emblazoned in a feminine scrip across the front. The certainly was not the first time either Doc or my wife caused me embarrassment out in public.
While I was in the kitchen, Lorna was sitting on the couch, totally naked. Doc was sitting next to her, also naked. His dark black hip was touching my wife's pale white hip. His right hand was pressed between her wide spread legs, massaging her clit while his other arm was around her neck, his black hand fondling one of Lorna's big tits.
The doorbell rang. Even though the couch was much closer to the front door than I was, it was my responsibility to always answer the door. I was required to answer the door nude, unless I had been instructed previously to wear panties. Sometimes, if it is somebody unexpected, it gets pretty embarrassing. I had to put a sign at the front door to prevent difficulties: “Caution, Nudist Household.”
I threw off the apron and ran to the door, my little dick bobbing up and down as I ran. I opened the door wide. It was Lorna's younger sister, Lena. I couldn't help but think that their parents often yelled out the wrong name when they were little kids getting into trouble, as the names are so close.
Lena ignored me, stepping in. She was wearing a little black micro-mini skirt that was so short it exposed half her lovely white ass. Her big tits, about as ample as Lorna's, were covered only by the sheer white top. Lena's legs were supported by a very sexy pair of thigh-high stockings, very lacy at the top as they almost reached her crotch. Her feet were adorned by six-inch black “fuck me” heels.
Lorna and Doc got up and went to Lena.
“Hey, Baby, how are you tonight?” said Lorna as she hugged her sister, their tits mashing into each other as they hugged. Doc was next, wrapping his arms around Lena, his black hands cupping her lovely ass cheeks as he greeted her.
One of Lena's black boyfriends, Germain, came through the door right behind Lena. He was wearing blue jeans and a muscle shirt. His jeans, as was his shirt, were very tight, revealing his toned muscles but also a gigantic bulge at his crotch. I suspected that bulge attracted a lot of white girls, just as it had attracted Lena. By the way, you never want to call “Germain” “Germ” for short. Don't make that mistake! Take my word for it. My nuts still shrivel up in remembrance.
Lorna bounced over (her tits literally bouncing) and wrapped her arms around Germain's neck, kissing him on the lips, and rubbing the bulge in his pants with her hand. My wife is such a slut for black men, it is unbelievable. And to think I was the one who got her started down this path, suggesting to her she should try fucking some other men. Little did I know.
Germain grabbed her ass hard, squeezing, as he returned Lorna's kiss. Doc already had his hands all over Lena's tits, helping her to disrobe.
In the door next came Missy. Missy is Lena's husband. Both Missy and me are referred to only as females, and with female pronouns. I am most often called “Gracie” while Lena's husband is always called Missy.
Missy was wearing a short plaid skirt, white thigh-high stockings, four inch heels, and a white frilly top. The skirt was just barely long enough to cover her tiny dick. I couldn't tell if she also had panties or was commando.
Missy's small tits were obvious under her top. Doc had started her on female hormones some time ago, so she was much farther along than I was. Doc had started me on female hormones more recently. My nipples were swollen and very tender, but had not formed actual tits yet like Missy had.
Doc went to medical school, St. Matthews University, on his home island of Grand Cayman. He completed the school but decided that he really preferred working with animals, as humans tended to piss him off, so he went back to St. Matthews and got a degree in Veterinary Medicine. He sometimes refers to Missy and me as his “little pussy cats.” We are his pets; his animals. We even sometimes get put on leashes, which could be around our necks or around our nuts.
Doc grabbed Missy by the neck and pulled her over to in front of the couch, where Doc sat down. He told Missy to strip so he could examine her. Missy dropped her skirt, exposing her naked ass and tiny dick and balls, then pulled her top off. She left her stockings and heels on.
Doc held up her dick with one hand while feeling Missy's balls with the other. He was obviously squeezing harder than necessary, as Missy squirmed a bit and had a pained, uncomfortable look on her face. She didn't dare resist. Once Doc was satisfied, he released Missy's balls and dick and moved up to Missy's small tits. He felt around, giving Missy a breast exam with his hands, then twisted her nipples. Missy yelped.
Doc spun Missy around and pulled her over his lap, Doc's long, thick, black cock touching Missy's side. Doc brought his hand down and walloped Missy's ass. After several hard wacks, her ass turned red.
“Now, girl, do you react like that when I examine you?” He asked.
“No Sir, Sorry Sir. I was just caught by surprise, Sir” explained Missy
Doc brought his hand down hard again on Missy's ass,
“No excuses, girl” he yelled. “Understand?”
“Yes, Sir” whimpered Missy.
Doc pushed Missy off his lap, causing her to fall flat on the floor. As Missy got up, Doc called me over and had me stand in front of him, facing him.
“Let's see how you are doing, girl” he said.
As with Missy, he took my dick, a little bit larger than Missy's but still small, in one hand and my balls in the other hand.
He asked “Are you able to get hard-ons yet, despite your female injections?”
“I think so” I replied.
His black hand pumped my dick a few times, and sure enough, I got hard. A solid four and a half inches standing erect. I tried not to get hard, but I just could not help it, as I was so in need of relief.
He nodded, then squeezed my balls. I had to fight back the impulse to vomit. If I had, it would have been a total disaster. I probably would have been castrated, which Doc has threatened me and Missy with several times.
He next felt my swollen tits, mostly just swollen around my very tender nipples but just beginning to form real tits.. I hoped he would not twist my nipples like he did with Missy, but I was prepared to just take the pain without yelping if he did. Yup, he did. Excruciating pain, my knees going weak, but I kept my teeth clenched tight, and not a peep escaped, as much as I want to scream.
My wife reached over and took my balls in her hand in a soothing manner, but then she turned to Doc and asked,
“When do you think we should castrate the girls?”
Lena giggled, and said “I sure hope it is soon. Neither one needs balls.”
Lorna smiled and nodded.
Both Missy and I were sweating getting castrated. We both knew that jokes about it were more than just jokes. It was an indication of things to come. We were hoping to avoid it for as long as possible, so we were very compliant to ward off the inevitable for longer. I like my balls. I regard them as friends. Anytime we resisted even the most mild of things, we knew the time for our castration got shorter. It was like an algebra calculation: X-Y means the castrations come sooner. X+Y means it is delayed a little more. A major infraction had the potential of resulting in almost immediate castration.
No matter what was asked, Missy and I were completely and unhesitatingly compliant. We knew that was the only choice, as we had been required to witness the castrations of a couple other “males.” Or, at least, former males. These were, we assumed, the husbands or boyfriends of some women that Doc knew. The women, one white and one Asian, were present, and got to do the actual snipping of the cords to detach the balls after the cutter opened up their sacks and exposed the nuts. The “guys” were tied down tightly so they could not move, as the castrations were performed without any anesthesia.
The women were thrilled at being able to be the ones cutting their husband balls off. The Asian girl even took the balls and rubbed them on the face of her husband, laughing as she did so. She was so petite I was wondering how she could take any cock, let alone a huge black one.
The two castrations we witnessed were done on a farm. The surgeon's face was concealed by a ski-type mask so there could be no comeback on him, although it did appear to us that it was Doc. Missy and I, along with our wives, had been driven to the farm in two vehicles. I was required to be naked, as was Missy. Sitting beside me in the car, Lorna held a leash which was attached to a collar around my balls. The collar was attached pretty tight, so it was a bit uncomfortable. Lorna and I were both blindfolded, and I assume Missy and Lena, in the other vehicle, were as well. The blindfolds were taken off when we got to the farm.
Both of the girls, (the “former males,”) had been blindfolded and nude as they were led into the room. After they were laid down on cots side by side, their blindfolds were removed. They were then gagged and securely tied down. Even with the gags, however, during the actual cutting and removal of their nut sacks, they screamed muffled screams. Despite the screams, they were both very compliant, so Missy and I assumed they were in agreement with their wives that they should be neutered. It was interesting watching these girls getting castrated. After their balls and nut sacks were removed, the cutter sowed then up, gave them antibiotics and gave them sanitary napkins to put in their panties.
In the living room, after our examinations by Doc, Missy and I went bouncing into the kitchen. I still had my hard-on, so my dick went wagging in front of me, almost like a dog wagging his tail.
Back in the kitchen, I poured Doc his wine in a nice stemmed glass. Doc is very particular about the wine. He requires that I buy just certain wines for him. It is not cheap wine, but Doc says that is just a small partial payment for his allowing me to watch as he fucks my wife. I wonder how many other cuckolds have to pay in some manner to be able to watch their wife get fucked by black men. Well, I asked for it, so I cannot complain.
Missy poured beer for Germain and I poured additional wine for our wives. We brought the drinks and appetizers out to the living room. We were required to curtsy as we served them. I am sure curtsying while naked looked pretty ridiculous, but it was required so we did it. Missy was especially good at doing a curtsy. She put one leg behind her, bending at the knee, and bowing deeply. Very sweet and feminine. Missy made a very good girl.
After serving the refreshments, Doc positioned Lorna on his lap, her back to him, so that his cock was touching her smoothly shaved pussy. He had both ebony hands on her white tits, messaging them and playing with her pink nipples.
Doc motioned me over and teld me: “Hey, buttercup, take my cock in your hand and rub it against your wife's clit.”
Then he gave me a big smile. He loves it when I am told to do something regarding his black cock and my own wife's white pussy. Its like he is exhibiting his power over me. Him making me handle his cock or cleaning off his cock with my mouth or even sucking his black cock to get him hard has absolutely nothing with being gay on either one of our parts. I know I am not and I believe Doc is not. It is all about power, all about his being in control. He is very dominate, and will tolerate absolutely no decent.
I was careful to not touch my wife's pussy with my hand, as that was forbidden. It would result in a serious punishment. The only time I am ever allowed to touch my own wife's pussy is when cleaning black men's cum from her with my tongue.
“Put my cock in her cunt now, buttercup.” Doc said, smiling. I carefully did that, then settled back on my knees, on the floor, between their legs, watching his cock slowly and gently slipping up and down into my wife's pretty pussy. It has been a long time since I was able to enjoy that beautiful pussy. Now all my joy came from watching. I looked up at my wife's face and saw the pure lust that was there. She loves hard fuckings, but she also loves it slow and easy and very sensual at times.
My dick got hard again as I watched.
END OF PART 1
