2 comments/ 4828 views/ 2 favorites Black Cuckolding Journey By: Samuelx My name is Wanda Philogene, and I'm a Haitian woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. For four years I was married to this tall, handsome African-American guy named Roger Stephens, and had two daughters by him, Amelia and Nicole. Roger and I met while studying at Bridgewater State University, and fell in love. I thought we would be together forever, but fate had other plans for us. We got divorced, and ever since then, my life has been in shambles. I was not prepared for life on my own, with no one to help me take care of my little family. It's a good thing that I am a strong black woman from the island of Haiti. We are a resilient bunch down there. I am slowly learning to take back control of my life, and exploring my burgeoning sexuality. For the first three decades of my life, I was a hard-working, church-going "good" gal. Now, it's time I started to have fun. I smiled at my former husband Roger Stephens as he sat on the couch, his hands tied behind his back, his legs bound, watching helplessly as I blew him a kiss. I looked at my lover Sean Prescott, a tall, red-haired and green-eyed white guy I met at work, and smiled. Sean kissed me, and then I began sucking his long white cock while Roger watched, stunned. I showed Roger the middle finger as I went down on Sean. Yup, I really hate Roger. A long time ago, things were very different between us. I used to love Roger, but that was before he cheated on me twice. The first time, Roger cheated on me with that Jamaican slut Beatrice, a cunt I made the mistake of trusting. Roger told me that Beatrice seduced him, and he begged me to take him back. For the sake of our daughters, I accepted Roger's apology and took him back. I loved our family life and didn't want to let one indiscretion end our marriage. The second time, I found Roger in bed with Natalie, a white woman I knew from the hospital where I worked as a nurse. I cannot stand the thought of my black husband fooling around with a white woman, so I divorced Roger's cheating ass. After my divorce, I had a hard time trusting men. I thought they were all cheaters and punks like Roger. Well, I decided to stop letting men walk all over me and take back control of my life. That's why I became a dominatrix. The world of BDSM is something that, ironically, Roger introduced me to. My African-American former husband is a kinky bozo who likes all kinds of freaky shit. Roger taught me about the BDSM lifestyle and became my Master while I became his Submissive in the bedroom. The things I did to please that man, seriously. I used to suck Roger's big black dick with gusto and when he came, I would drink every last drop of his cum. Roger would then tie me up and spank my thick Haitian booty before fucking me till I begged for mercy. I liked rough sex and bondage just fine but Roger is really, really into that sort of thing. Well, I have Roger to thank for my newfound interest in the world of domination. That's why I am punishing Roger right now. As a dominatrix, I dominated a lot of guys. I have tied men up, spanked them with thick wooden paddles and even tortured their cocks and balls with specialized torture devices. My favorite thing to do is to bend guys over and fuck them up the ass with my strap-on dildo. I've done this to a lot of guys, and Sean is one of them. When I first met Sean at the hospital, I wasn't sure what to make of this flirtatious dude. I've never been into white guys. Nope, I was always down with the brothers. After my divorce from Roger, all that changed. One day, when Sean hollered at me, I hollered back and we began seeing each other. The dude is really good in bed and loves to worship my five-foot-seven, curvy, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, all-natural Haitian woman's body. Sean loves to bury his face between my legs and eat my pussy, and I can't get enough of his tongue action. Another good thing about Sean? The tall, slim white dude wasn't intimidated by my penchant for the dominatrix lifestyle. A lot of black guys I've dated after my divorce were turned off when I told them that I am dominant in the bedroom. Sean was okay with my freaky side. Indeed, Sean let me tie him up and fuck him with a strap-on dildo. I love how open-minded Sean is and how he worships the ground I walk on. Sean calls me his Haitian goddess. That's why I finally let him fuck me. Let me tell you, this dude definitely knows how to lay pipe. Sean laid me on the bed Roger and I once shared, raised my legs in the air and fingered my pussy while licking my tits. Afterwards, he rolled a condom on his thick white cock and thrust it deep into my cunt. Sean fucked me so hard, for hours on end, that he left me with a sore pussy. Good times, folks. Good times. When I introduced Sean to my daughters, they liked him. The dude respects me and my family, and he appreciates my situation. I love how patient Sean is with me. For us sisters who have been treated like shit, it's not easy to trust the male element again. Sean is awesome, and that's why I recruited him in helping me get revenge on my former husband Roger. I've decided to cuckold Roger. That's right, I am a black woman cuckolding a black man with a white guy. It does happen. In the world of porn, cuckolding usually involves a black guy fucking a white woman while her white husband watches the two of them go at it. Well, as a wicked Haitian dominatrix, I decided to flip the script on my former husband Roger. I decided to make Roger watch while I fucked Sean, the whitest guy in the continent of North America. Roger's eyes went wide as I sucked Sean's dick, and then when Sean came, I drank his cum. Next, Sean bent me over the couch and spanked my thick dark brown booty, before sliding his thick white cock into my pussy. This he did mere inches from where Roger sat, helpless and bound. Sean fucked me with gusto, and I screamed and smiled wickedly at Roger as he watched me get fucked. Sean didn't let up until I begged for mercy, and then I rolled off of him, and blew Roger a kiss. Roger Stephens wasn't a happy camper when Sean and I untied him, but we knew he wouldn't go to the authorities. No black man wants to let the world know that a black woman cuckolded him with a white guy. Thanks to Sean, I finally got my revenge on Roger. Now my African-American former husband knows what it's like to be betrayed. I was a devoted wife to Roger and supported him and loved him, but he ruined it. Payback is a bitch, and so I am. Watch yourselves, cheaters. Peace. Black Cuckolding Journey Deux Wanda Philogene here. I'm a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Recently, I divorced my African-American husband Roger Stephens and hooked up with Sean Prescott, a tall, handsome white guy whom I met at the local hospital where I work as a nurse. Sean and I are lovers, and let me tell you, this white dude can definitely lay some pipe. Sean and I even teamed up to cuckold the hell out of my former hubby Roger, and it was a lot of fun. Ladies and gentlemen, I've got some great news. I am exploring the BDSM lifestyle as a full-fledged dominatrix, with Sean's encouragement. I even set up a website called Haitian Dominatrix For You, and we've got a lot of subscribers. Apparently, the idea of a Haitian dominatrix intrigues a lot of people across Massachusetts and beyond because they think of us Haitians as a quiet, church-going and deeply conservative lot. If they only knew. I had the pleasure of dominating a lot of guys lately, the first and foremost being my lover Sean Prescott. The tall, athletic and red-haired white dude has a nice thick cock and doesn't mind cramming it down my throat or up my tight, juicy cunt. Sean likes to fuck me roughly, just the way I like it. I love riding that thick dick of his while he sucks on my big tits and slaps my thick ass. We go at it for hours and hours, Sean and I, and it's always good dirty fun. A lot of sisters out there think that every white dude has a small Johnson and that's just not true. I think you will find guys with big dicks in all races and cultures. I also know that black guys are, on average, bigger than other guys down below. That's true in many cases but not every case. Still, as a woman, what matters more to me is how the guy in question relates to me and how he treats me. If a big dick is all I wanted, I could buy a big dildo at the adult video store and fuck myself with it every night without the headaches that relationships bring. I'm just saying. Sean is currently away visiting family in the City of Hartford, Connecticut, and although I miss him, I am not about to stay in the house like an old lady. My daughters are visiting their grandparents in Florida, so I have the house to myself. I was browsing online when I came across a BDSM enthusiast calling himself DarkBro1988. As far as online chat buddies go, this one was definitely out of the ordinary. I was quite surprised to meet a black guy who was fond of black female domination, since most black men seem allergic to us dominant sisters. I chatted with DarkBro1988, one thing led to another and I ended up booking a session with him. The brother was young, but he was so enthusiastic about strap-on dildos and bondage that I decided to give him a chance. I've been dogging brothers since my divorce from my African-American husband Roger Stephens, but I decided to see DarkBro1988 and see what happens. DarkBro1988 showed up at my dungeon, and I was surprised to see a tall, dark-skinned and nerdy-looking brother standing there, clad in a red silk shirt, black tie and black silk pants. Dude looked like he was going to church or something. Also, this dude was barely twenty, so he couldn't have been born in 1988 like his moniker said. When I asked him about that, the brother smiled and said 1988 was the year his parents got married. Oh, and can you guess what his real name is? Eugene, the most nerdy name anyone could ever give a brother, I swear! I invited Eugene inside, and we talked for a bit. I like to get to know my subs before we begin. Prior to inviting Eugene/DarkBro over, I asked him to take a lengthy shower and clean himself up down below. You see, real life isn't like a porno movie. You can't just have sex on the fly, or fuck a dude with a strap-on dildo without making him clean his ass first. I don't know how those porno people do it but I stick to reality. Eugene followed my instructions to the letter, and he was polite, and most importantly, he paid me upfront. Two hundred dollars for a precious hour of my time. Eugene is a student at Bunker Hill Community College, and comes from a Trinidadian background. The brother is shy with the ladies and he is seriously into all those BDSM porn scenes that he watches online. Well, I promised Eugene the experience of a lifetime, and I definitely did not disappoint the brother, even if I did go easy on him a bit on account of him being a first timer and all. Eugene is only twenty years old and he's quite a sweet brother. Not a jerk like my ex-husband Roger Stephens. So I treated him well. I gave Eugene of Trinidad the full black female domination experience. I made the tall, nerdy brother strip before me, and examined his body. Not bad at all. Good build. Good size dick. Nice ass. Decent face. Lively eyes. Keen mind. I can definitely work with Eugene. I bent the cute, nerdy brother over my knee and gave his ass a sound spanking. First I spanked Eugene with my hands, then I used a wooden paddle on his ass. Eugene screamed as I spanked his ass, which made me just laugh and spank his ass some more. The world is always talking about the fabulous booty that us black women possess. Truth be told, black men have cute butts too and as a dominant black woman, I love to spank them. After giving Eugene's ass a firm thrashing, I took him down what I call the Circle of Pain. I used a chastity device to trap Eugene's big black dick so he couldn't get hard without feeling pain. Hell yeah, pleasure and pain go hand in hand in my world. I stripped down to my bra and panties, and Eugene's eyes went wide when he saw my thick, big-busted, big-bottomed and deliciously voluptuous, chocolate-hued body. I bent over and Eugene smiled, and then winced. When I saw the look of pain on his handsome face, I laughed at Eugene. Pain and pleasure, remember? Next, I bent Eugene over and made him spread his ass cheeks wide open, then I used Aloe cream to lube him up. I donned the strap-on dildo, and Eugene turned around and saw me stroke it. I loved the look of fear and lust on Eugene's handsome face. I've never fucked a black man with a strap-on dildo before, and I am a black dominatrix. This would be a first time for me as well, I guess. I caressed Eugene's ass, and then pressed my dildo against his butthole. With a swift thrust, I went in. I fucked Eugene with slow strokes of the strap-on dildo since he was new to it, and he screamed as I took him to the edge. I smacked his ass and Eugene bucked wildly as I fucked him. It was glorious. I enjoyed digging into Eugene's ass with my strap-on dildo and listening to his raw screams. At some point, I removed the chastity device from Eugene's dick and stroked him until he came. Sighing, Eugene thanked me profusely and I smiled victoriously. Pleasure and pain, a good dominatrix knows how to administer and control both. Yeah, that session with Eugene the sexy Trinidadian nerd definitely opened my eyes. I still find black men beautiful and I want to sex them up. White guys are great but I still love my chocolate. I am going to have my cake and eat it too. I hugged Eugene goodbye, and thanked him for coming. I was all smiles. In fact, when I showered before going to bed, I fingered my cunt while thinking of Eugene's sexy body instead of Sean Prescott's. And you know what? I didn't feel any guilt or shame about it. Any of it. What does that tell you? I, Wanda Philogene, am a Haitian dominatrix and a black woman in a relationship with a white guy. I still hate my former husband Roger's guts. Yet I still love black men and will continue enjoy them spiritually and physically. Eugene is just the beginning. An open relationship, that's what Sean Prescott and I have. Works for me. Peace. Black Cuckolding Journey Trois Salutations, my friends and devoted readers. Wanda Philogene here. Your favorite Haitian dominatrix, taking the beautiful City of Brockton, Massachusetts, by storm. Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news. I've dumped Sean Prescott, my favorite white dude, on account of him becoming possessive of me. Sean and I were cool, and we had some fantastic sex, but when he found out that I was messing around with Eugene, a nerdy young brother from Trinidad who loves black female dominance, the white dude frigging flipped. Jealousy, it's definitely a real motherfucker! In my thirty years upon this planet, I've come to realize something. There seems to be no limit to male insecurity. I was the devoted black wife of Roger Stephens, a hard-working black man, and then my lawfully wedded husband cheated on me with a white woman and I had to divorce his ass. I shacked up with Sean Prescott, a tall, handsome white dude with a big dick, and he was a lot of fun for a while, then the dude lost his damn mind and thought he owned me. I had to get rid of Sean, seriously. Sounds harsh? I don't think so. Well, I didn't divorce my control freak African-American husband Roger Stephens just to settle down with an equally controlling white guy. I ditched Sean Prescott and moved on. The way I see it, insecure men with control freak tendencies are bad for any woman's health no matter what color they are. Goodbye, Sean. Keep the white dick, thank you very much. I am a registered nurse, a mother, and a divorcee who owns her life. I am the boss of me. Don't like it? Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out! The moment a woman realizes that she has a mind of her own, the men around her feel threatened. I was raised to be a good Roman Catholic, like most Haitians I know. I stopped going to church the day I realized that organized religion is a system of social control, with men at the top and women at the bottom. I still believe in a higher power, but organized religion with its hidden racism and sexism? Thanks but no thanks. You can keep that shit. After I dumped Sean Prescott, I mailed his family some rather sensitive pictures. Shots of me bending Sean over, spanking his pale ass and fucking him with my strap-on dildo until he cried and begged for mercy. Let Sean stew on this for a while. Yes, I do have it within me to be vengeful. I am a freaky Haitian mama who doesn't believe in taking any prisoners. Sean should count himself lucky I didn't email our co-workers those freaky pictures. Seriously. Yesterday, Eugene of Trinidad contacted me for a session. I was delighted to hear from the nerdy young black man again. This time, I didn't hold nothing back. I took Eugene to my dungeon, and had my way with him. I tied Eugene up and spanked his ass, and then I greased up his cute, dark ass with some Aloe cream. I donned my favorite strap-on dildo, and fucked Eugene's sweet ass with it. Eugene screamed and I fucked his ass for some time, then I pulled out. Eugene sighed in relief. Little did he know that I had other plans for him. I thought long and hard about what to do to Eugene in order to really push the young brother over the edge. I took off my bra and panties, and told Eugene to put them on. Eugene was reluctant, but I could tell that he was turned on. I even grabbed an old wig I had lying around and made Eugene wear it. Thus, I created my own personal drag queen, Eugenia The Sissy. I made Eugenia The Sissy parade for me, and then I smiled and admired my handiwork. I've always wanted a black cross-dresser to play with, and I just made myself one. To really shine Eugenia The Sissy on, I cleaned up my strap-on dildo and then ordered the nerdy little bitch to suck it. Eugenia The Sissy sucked my strap-on dildo obediently, that wigged out head bobbing up and down as my bitch gave me a blowjob. Smiling, I took out the chastity devices and snapped them on Eugenia's dick, and then I bent my black male slut over for another round of hot fucking. I slapped Eugenia's ass and fucked that slut real good, until Eugenia cried out like a little bitch. Eugenia's squeals of pain thrilled me like you would not believe. I pulled the strap-on dildo out of Eugenia's ass, and my bitch slumped on the carpeted floor of the dungeon. Victory is most definitely mine. A few moments later, Eugene showered, changed and left, after thanking me for helping him explore his repressed curiosity about cross-dressing. Did I know for a fact that Eugene the nerdy Trinidadian brother had a thing for wearing women's clothes? Nope. Still, men come to me to push the envelope as far as sex and fetish go, so I am always down for whatever. After Eugene left, I found myself feeling rather introspective. I sat in the dark, smoking a cigarette as I thought about all the turns that my life has taken. I have definitely been through a lot these past few months, that's for damn sure. I am officially man-less, since my black former husband, Roger Stephens, and my white ex-boyfriend, Sean Prescott, both revealed themselves to be major douche bags. Perhaps it's for the best. I am the living definition of an independent woman. I live my life according to my own rules. I don't need a man in my life to control me. I am a dominatrix. I make the rules. I am the boss. It's my life. Peace.