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Unconventional Counseling Ch. 01

By: 99_percent_oral



"How old are you, Donald? Dr. Perry asked.

"Forty-five," Donald responded.

"Why are you here? What do you expect to get from our sessions?" 

"Well," Donald answered, "as I'm sure Song Lee has told you, we are looking for a way to salvage our marriage." 

Song Lee is Donald's wife. His second marriage, her third.

"I've already had several sessions with your wife and I have an idea what she thinks. I want to know what you think, how you view the situation. Often, I'm sure you'll agree, two people in a relationship can have different perspectives. It doesn't mean one is right and the other is wrong. OK? Now, what's wrong with your marriage?"

"Well, to be blunt, Song Lee has a boyfriend and she won't stop seeing him even though I've asked her to repeatedly. We separated for a few weeks over it. We've gone to several marriage counselors but Song Lee just can't seem to understand what they are saying to her. Song Lee has agreed to get back together provided both of us get counseling from you."

"So it was you who wanted to go back more so than Song Lee?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Why did you agree to see me?"

"Well, Song Lee said you had great success with couples like us, so I thought it was worth a try. I really do love her very much."

"You understand my methods are controversial?"

"Yes, I understand that."

"Once I've accepted a couple for counseling, my success rate is 100%, but I don't accept every couple. Moreover, the definition I apply to success is that a couple remains together and is happy and accepting of each other. The lives the couples choose may not be judged successful by society. And it may not be the solution either envisioned when they began but, in the end, both are happy, truly happy, with their lives together. Still interested?"

"Yes," 

"You agreed to go back with Song Lee. Tell me what happened that has brought you to counseling again."

"Well," Donald began, "she's had this boyfriend, Sammy, that I thought she agreed not to see anymore. But no sooner than she moved back with me, than Sammy comes over to the house looking for her. I blew a gasket."

"Song Lee knew Sammy before you two met, didn't she."

"Yes, he was Song Lee's boyfriend when I met her."

"Boyfriend? Why don't you tell me how the two of you met."

"We met at a bar. She came over and started talking to me."

"Why were you attracted to her?"

"Well, she's Korean and I'd never dated an oriental woman before. I found her very attractive physically, very exotic. I guess I felt like trying something different."

"How long ago was that?"

"About three years ago."

"How old was Song Lee then?"

"She's six years older than I am, but I thought she was much younger. Her skin is so smooth, almost no wrinkles, and that golden brown oriental color. I really thought she was about 30."

"So she's 51 today?"

"Yes. She'll be 52 next month."

"You thought she was younger. Tell me why."

"Mostly her looks. I was attracted right away. I guess I just assumed."

"What happened at the bar? What did you talk about?"

"Mostly about me. She wanted to know all about me. She seemed fascinated. She was also very friendly in a physical way, always touching my arm, brushing up against me. She placed her face closer to mine than I would think was normal. I just chalked it up the oriental way. Eventually, I asked her if she wanted to go back to my place. It was a bar pickup, but I was interested in more than just that. That's when she told me."

"Told you what?"

"That it would cost me."

"So, she was a hooker?"

"Part time," Donald answered like he was conveying some important difference.

"She was a part time hooker," Dr. Perry corrected herself. "What did you do?"

"I'll be honest, I'd never been with a prostitute before. Never had the urge. But Song Lee really intrigued me. I asked her how much. She had taken out her compact and was applying lipstick in a most erotic fashion -- she has the most incredible pair of lips I've ever seen ... or felt for that matter. I knew what she was doing but it was still incredibly erotic anyway. She told me $250 for the night."

"And you agreed."

"That's right. We went back to my house and did about everything it's possible for a man and a woman to do. Best two-fifty I ever spent."

"Could you be more specific, please."

"She could do those things with her vagina that men hear about Orientals. She lay on top of me and, without moving her hips, just milked me with her muscles down there."

Donald felt secretly proud of himself. Dr. Perry thought her methods were controversial? Well, let's see how controversial she wanted to be.

"Would you say you fell in love with Song Lee that first night?" Dr. Perry asked.

Donald chuckled. Yes, he remembered, he was smitten right from the start, especially after that first night in heaven. "Yeah, I guess I did."

"So you fell in love with Song Lee's cunt."

"I didn't say that!" Donald yelped, his voice rising a full octave higher, sounding like a little boy. 

He had felt uncomfortable from the minute he met Dr. Perry, an extraordinarily pretty woman of indeterminate age. She was tall and in her high heels, she towered over the five--and-a-half-foot Donald. One of the reasons Donald had been attracted to Song Lee was her diminutive stature at barely 5 feet. 

When he first arrived, they shook hands and Donald stared directly into the ample bosom of the attractive doctor. Her sweater was low cut exposing plenty of cleavage. Donald ogled and Dr. Perry embarrassed him by letting him know she caught him ogling.

Now, as Donald reclined on the plush, burgundy, leather couch, Dr. Perry sat erect in a hardback chair barely two feet from his head. Her legs were angled about 45 degrees toward his feet. Dr. Perry's skirt was quite short and Donald could hear the soft rustling of nylon whenever she crossed or uncrossed her legs. 

In his peripheral vision, Donald could see that the skirt had ridden high on her thigh leaving no more than a scant few inches of material to cover a crotch. Now, she had used a word for the female genitalia that Donald had never heard a woman use before. Donald was very uncomfortable indeed.

"Donald," said Dr. Perry, "tell me about what happened that made you seek counseling here. What did Song Lee do when she moved back in with you?"

"You mean what she did with Sammy?"

"Is that what brought you here?"

"Um, yes. Well, I asked her to come back, that I missed her. She wanted to know about Sammy. I told her I didn't want her fucking him any more and I thought she agreed. No sooner had she returned than, a couple of days later, Sammy is knocking on the door. 

"I told him she didn't want to see him any more. He said he needed to hear that from her. At that point, he was in the house and Song Lee came out of the kitchen. She went over to him and put her arms around his waist. She told him I didn't want her fucking him anymore. 

"Sammy bent over and whispered in her ear. She smiled brightly and nodded her head. Sammy sat in my chair and Song Lee knelt down. "Song Lee, no!" I screamed, but she just smiled at me. "I'm not going to fuck him," she said."

"Did you try to stop them?"

"Not really, what would be the use? He was a head taller than me and very muscular. And a good 15 years younger."

"Did you watch your wife suck him off?"

"Yes. I just don't get it, Dr. Perry. What is it about them that women have such a tough time resisting?"

"By them you mean black men?"

"Yeah, blacks. Song Lee seems to have no will power when it comes to him."

"Come over here, Donald," Dr. Perry said, standing and walking over to a table by the wall. 

She picked up a folder and extracted an 8x10 photo and handed it to Donald. The photo was of an erect black cock about nine inches long and thick. Holding it was the hand of a white woman. On the hand were an expensive diamond engagement ring and a wedding band. Nothing else could be seen of the couple, just the cock and the hand. 

Donald swallowed hard. He knew Dr. Perry heard him swallow.

"What do you see?"

"A cock with a hand holding it." Dr. Perry smiled at Donald's minimalist male answer.

"Be more specific." Donald swallowed again.

"It's a white hand and a black cock."

"What else?"

"The cock is very big."

"What else?"

"The woman is married. She has her wedding rings on."

"The picture is of the wife of one of the couples I counseled," Dr. Perry told the confused husband. "One of the successes." 

Then she handed Donald another picture from the folder. It was almost identical to the first. In all, Dr. Perry produced eleven photos. The cocks were all black, all between 8 and 11 inches. All the hands were white with wedding bands.

"Donald, are you hard?" Dr. Perry asked, shocking Donald.

"W-what?" Donald gasped, looking up from the pictures quickly.

"Are you hard? Do you have an erection right now?"

"Uh, w-what kind of a question is that?"

"A very simple one," the psychologist answered. "Take off you pants."

"W-what? N-no."

"I told you my methods were unorthodox. Either you take off your pants or counseling ends now."

Donald didn't like Dr. Perry's ultimatum but his wife had told him if he didn't complete the counseling she would leave him for good. Sheepishly, he began to remove his pants.

"And the underwear," Dr. Perry ordered as he stood in his white cotton briefs.

Donald tugged off his underpants. His erection had wilted somewhat in his embarrassment. Still, he was more hard than soft. Dr. Perry grasped his cock and it immediately jumped to full staff. 

Her hand felt so good just touching him he was worried he'd ejaculate right on the spot. Bringing up one of the pictures, Dr. Perry placed it next to Donald's thin five-and-a-half inch erection. Donald was half the size of the black man.

"Look at the comparison, Donald. You admit you fell in love with your wife's cunt on the first date. Can you not see how a woman might fall in love with the genitals of a man? You need counseling, Donald. Get dressed. I want to see you back here next week."

Dr. Perry opened her office door and called in her secretary. "Loretta, please straighten up in here and make an appointment for Mr. Sims for next week. Show him where the bathroom is in case he needs to relieve himself. I have to go out for an hour." 

Dr. Perry left and Loretta moved to put the pictures back into the folder. The plump, nondescript woman about Donald's age watched as he struggled to get his underwear back on. Looking directly at his shrinking penis as it disappeared behind the white cotton, she asked, "Will the same time next week be good for you?"

A beet red Donald nodded in affirmation.

"Right over this way, Donald," Loretta said when she had finished putting the photos back. 

Once at the reception desk, she entered the appointment. Pointing to an open door to a darkened room about ten feet from the desk, Loretta said, "Right in there if you want to relieve yourself."

Donald's cock was so hard it hurt. He was most anxious to leave. "I don't have to go to the bathroom."

"Not that kind of relief," chuckled Loretta. She smiled and held her hand with the thumb and fingers in an open circle, and gave a couple of back and forth motions in the universal sign of a man jerking off. Donald blushed deeply.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said, "all the guys do it. The sessions with Liz are pretty intense. She says it's the big black cocks. They seem to turn you guys on almost as much as they do us women."

By this time, Donald was about to explode in his pants. He smiled sheepishly and headed for the bathroom. Once inside, he turned on the light and attempted to shut the door. It was stuck.

"Oh, that door doesn't close," Loretta told him, "It's okay, I've seen everything." 

Donald was now stuck between a rock and a hard place. He'd already made his intentions clear by entering the room in the first place. He could either stay and jerk off with Dr. Perry's secretary watching his back from a few feet away, or leave and look even wimpier. 

Fact is, Donald's dick was screaming for relief. He thought about turning the light out, but figured, what the hell good would that do. Loretta already knew what he needed to do. 

With a sigh, Donald opened his fly and extracted his phallus. Using two fingers and his thumb, he began the familiar, rhythmic stroking. It felt so good. His finger slid across his slit and felt the glob of pre-cum that had accumulated. 

He increased his hand speed. Rapidly approaching release, he braced himself with one hand on the sink while he bent at the knees and the waist in an effort to aim his cock slit at the toilet bowl. Just as he reached the point of no return, he felt Loretta brush against him as she entered the room.

Donald was too far gone to stop. Groaning softly, through slitted eyes, Donald watched as jet after jet of his semen hit the water in the bowl, until just the last milky dribbles remained to drip in long strands into the waiting water.

Through his lust-induced haze, Donald heard Loretta's voice breaking through. 

"Wow," she said, "you must have been holding that back for a while." 

Donald looked over at the woman and saw her smiling at him before she glanced down again to where his now gooey hand held his now gooey cock.

"Here," said Loretta as she held out a box of tissues, "I thought you might need these. Don't worry," she continued as Donald pulled several tissues out, "the guys usually let me watch. They don't mind. Dr. Perry doesn't mind either. She told me the guys get even more excited if I watch them beat their meat. There's no harm in it. It's fun. You've got a pretty nice one anyway, not too small, and you really came a lot. That makes it more exciting."

Donald cleaned himself up under Loretta's watchful gaze and flushed the tissues, along with his load down the office toilet. At the time, he felt the first tiny sense of his impending humiliation.

Unconventional Counseling Ch. 02



Donald reclined cautiously on Dr. Perry's leather couch. She was again seated quite close to his head as their second session began.

"Donald, I want to go back to where Sammy came to your house after Song Lee returned ending your separation. When you saw that Song Lee intended to give him a blowjob that was against the spirit, if not the letter, of your stated wishes. How did you feel? Were you more repulsed than excited or more excited than repulsed?"

"Well, first of all, let me say, initially, I was more dumbstruck than anything. I mean one minute Song Lee and I are discussing what to have for dinner and the next minute Sammy is there, in my favorite chair, with my wife kneeling at his feet."

"Right. Were you curious as to she what she'd do or did you just want to run from the house?"

"To a certain extent I was curious. I had heard so much about him, you know, his cock. I guess part of me wanted to see it, see what all her raving was about. So yes, I wanted to watch more than I wanted to run."

"In detail, what did you see?"

"Well, you know, she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants off. It was a little bit kinky because she got up and folded them fastidiously, hanging them over the arm of the couch. He just sat there while she did that with his shirt and shoes on, but no pants. His dick was very big, but soft. Song Lee knelt back down and began stroking it to get it hard."

"Did Song Lee say anything to you while she was performing on Sammy?"

"She said a couple of things to me and some things to Sammy about me."

"What were those?"

"When she'd gotten him fully hard, she turned to me and asked could I believe how big it was. Asked me if I thought she could take it all either in her mouth or her cunt or her ass. She teased me a little by saying how much she liked a big dick. She told Sammy how much bigger he was than me, how she loved that about him, how she'd always want his cock."

"Did you feel humiliated?"

"A little."

"Continue. What else did she do?"

"She began to kiss the shaft from the head to his balls. She licked his ball sack and made him groan. She kept that up for a couple of minutes till he put his hand behind her head and pushed her mouth onto his cock. She began sucking more earnestly then.  

"She kept dipping her mouth lower and lower on his cock, then she'd suck on just the head for a minute. Then dive deeper still. Eventually, her lips met his pubic hair on top and scrotum on the bottom. She held him there for several seconds and appeared to be swirling her tongue. 

"Then she removed the cock from her mouth completely and stroked it with her hand. Turning to me, she said Sammy really loves it when I do that. He's never had a woman deep throat him before. She said she loved taking a big cock into her throat, like she conquered it. 

"Finally, she began deep throating it in earnest. It didn't take her more than a couple of minutes. I could see Sammy's cock throb and expand as the jets of semen passed out of his cock and into Song Lee's mouth. She held him deep until he was done then slowly pulled her mouth off as he began to soften."

"Sounds like you may have gotten quite excited watching your wife perform. Did you?"

"Yes."

"What happened after Sammy stopped cumming?"

"Song Lee got up and handed Sammy his pants so he could get dressed."

"Did she say anything to you or do anything?"

Donald was embarrassed.

"You've told me everything else, Donald. You might as well tell me about the rest."

"Well, she walked towards me and she had a smile on her face, kind of a smirk, and she was licking her lips very sensuously. She opened her mouth and I could see the pool of Sammy's cum on her tongue. She grabbed my head with her hands. She began pulling my face toward hers, my mouth toward hers."

"Were you shocked? Did you resist?"

"Sure I was shocked and I tried to stop her. But she said how hot she was, how much she wanted a kiss from my sweet mouth. She even said "Please" which she almost never does. She wanted to shock Sammy who had never had a wife suck him off then kiss her husband. 

"As she tried to talk to me some of Sammy's load leaked out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. I couldn't move, Dr. Perry. It was like I was paralyzed. I couldn't stop her. I let her pull my lips to hers and opened my mouth when she began probing with her tongue. 

"I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. It was much slimier than usual and had a slightly salty taste. I felt my wife pushing Sammy's semen into my mouth but I was so turned on I let her. I just stood there making out with her and swallowing."

"So watching your wife blow a black cock and then share the load with you turned you on?"

"Yes, it's true. I did enjoy it. I loved her making out with me afterwards."

"Ok, Donald, I want you to take your pants off again. Then lie back down on the couch."

Dr. Perry crossed the room and retrieved another folder. She also brought a clean towel back with her.

"Here," she said, handing Donald the towel, "put that under yourself." 

Donald's pants and underwear were on the floor as he lay back down. Again he was mostly, but not completely hard. This time, Dr. Perry did not touch his genitalia. She handed him a picture. 

What he saw was a beautiful, shapely blonde, on her knees before a naked black man. Her eyes had been blocked in the print so she could not be recognized. She appeared to be in her late thirties. The woman was wearing a sexy bra with matching garter belt and panties. Donald's cock immediately stiffened to a full boner as he viewed the photograph.

"It obviously turns you on to look at the picture," Dr. Perry said looking as his erect cock. "I have some more I want you to see." 

As she'd done last session, Dr. Perry gave Donald a series of pictures showing good-looking women kneeling at the feet of black men sporting big dicks. Each of the women had her eyes disguised. None of the men were photographed above the waist and all were fully erect. 

Some of the women were clothed in lingerie; others were fully dressed. Some knelt, not touching the man, staring up at the phallus as if in awe. Others held the organ in their hands. Still others were sucking the cocks. Some were of the same woman in several poses. Three had cum on their faces or their hair or their chests (either bare or clothed).

Donald's poor little dick was so hard it was pounding when Loretta entered the room. Donald heard her whisper to Dr. Perry that Jerome said he was on his way to the restaurant. When he glanced over, Donald saw Loretta staring at his hard on.

"OK, we're finished for today, Loretta. Make and appointment for Donald for our group session on Thursday. Based on our time today, I think he's almost ready for that. You can straighten up here while I meet Jerome. I'll be gone for the rest of the afternoon so cancel my sessions with Mr. Daves and Mr. Anders. 

"Why don't we just let Donald relieve himself here on the couch today Loretta. I'm sure that will be more comfortable than the bathroom. I'll see you in the morning."

Donald now knew who Loretta reminded him of. It was Edie McClurg, the actress that played Patty Poole, the neighbor on "The Hogan Family" TV show. She also had the part of an automobile rental agent who rents Steve Martin a car in "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles." Like Edie, Loretta was a cute little butterball with nice tits and a bubbly personality.

So there Donald was again, in a room with this secretary and his hard on swinging in the breeze. Loretta had brought the tissues again.

"So you really like the black cocks, huh?"

"Could you tell?" Donald wise cracked.

"It's okay, go ahead and beat off. Your wife likes the dark meat, huh? That's all Dr. Perry does you know, couples where the wife can't get enough black dick. It's all word of mouth advertising, too, and she's got appointments backed up for more than a year."

Donald had begun stroking himself while Loretta watched and chatted.

"Mmmm," said Loretta as she saw the picture Donald was beating off to. "Doesn't she look hot. Look at how that string of cum is hanging from her chin. I'll bet she's got the rest of that load in her mouth -- or in her tummy. I seriously have no idea how any woman could say no to that cock."

Donald looked over at Loretta and saw that her nipples were poking out noticeably through the material of her dressy polo shirt even though it was apparent she was wearing a bra. Loretta's hands went to her tits and she cupped one while pinching her hard nipple with the other."

"Oh yeah, Donald, jerk that dick. Make it cum. I love to watch cum shoot out of a cock. Mmmm, it makes my nipples so hard. I can cum just squeezing my nipples. Yeah, that's it, cum with me, make that hard little cock shoot,"

Donald did. Straight up about 6 inches. Then splashing down over his hand and cock head. Loretta came too. A tit cum her husband called it. Her husband loved days like this because Loretta always blew him after she had a tit cum.

Donald's was laying on the couch with one arm over his eyes and his other hand still clutching a now limp dick between his fingers and thumb. His breathing was just returning to normal when he felt Loretta mopping up his sperm with some tissues. 

Opening his eyes, he watched as she carefully scooped up all the jism, then taking another wad of tissue, swabbed up any remaining stickiness. Standing and walking to the waste paper basket, Donald saw her surreptitiously place the tissue wad beneath her nose and inhale deeply. 

He began to get excited again. When Loretta turned back, Donald was stroking an already three-quarters erection. Grinning, Donald asked, "Any rule against a guy "relieving" himself twice?"

"None that I know of," Loretta grinned back. "Seriously, do you think you can get it off again? I'd love to see that."

"Why don't you sit back down here and we'll see. Tell me, Loretta, do you ever jerk the guys off?"

"No, that's strictly against office rules. Only the guys can touch themselves. I can only watch and talk to them."

"What about when you're out of the office?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," the secretary teased. "But you'll find out soon enough when you get invited to one of the parties."

"Parties?"

"That's all I can say. You'll find out."

Donald was fully erect and stroking now.

"What about your tits?" Donald asked staring. Her nipples had become erect again. "Can they come out? You get to see mine, how about showing me yours?"

"Sorry, office policy. I stay fully dressed. But I'd like to pinch them for you if you'd like me to." Donald nodded.

"So who is this Jerome?"

"Can't tell you yet. Let's just say he's a recruit. You'll find out later."

"At the party?"

"Now you're catching on."

"Do you ever get any of the black dick, Loretta?"

"Later," Loretta whispered pinching her nipples hard, grasping them through the material of her shirt and bra and pulling them straight out from her chest. 

"Please, let me see that second load, Donald. Shoot for me again. Oh god, I'm cumming again. Loretta held her nipples and jiggled her tits up and down and round in circles.

Donald, glued to the woman's tit play, could hold back no longer and let go a second, smaller load. Once again, Loretta cleaned him up being very careful to make sure only the tissue and not her bare fingers touched his dick and balls. Once again, she sniffed on her trip to the wastebasket.

To be continued... 



Unconventional Counseling Ch. 03



Donald parked in the lot near Dr. Perry's office. As he approached his first group meeting, he felt the same way he did on the first day of high school. Part of him was eager with anticipation; part of him was apprehensive about the unknown.

As Donald approached the main entry to the office building, he recognized Marc Reisner as Marc entered ahead of him. Donald doubted that whatever brought Marc out here would be nearly as unconventional as his own purposes. 

Marc was a managerial peer of Donald's and the two were friends outside work as well. The pair belonged to the same country club and golfed together about once a month. Beyond that, they socialized as couples together at least once a month at cookouts, poker nights, or theme parties. 

Donald found Marc's wife quite attractive, and had occasionally fantasized about swapping Song Lee and Ruthie. He knew Marc found Song Lee very attractive both because he kidded Donald asking how hot it must be to have an Asian wife, and because Marc spent a good deal of time flirting with Song Lee at their social gatherings. 

Today, however, Donald slowed his pace so he wouldn't run into Marc entering the building. The fewer questions there were, the better.

When Donald arrived in Dr. Perry's waiting room, he greeted Loretta and he saw two other men there. They looked very much the same as Donald. In fact, had a police bulletin been issued about any of the three, the descriptions would probably have been identical: white male, medium height (OK, maybe a bit shorter than average), medium build, brown hair, between forty and fifty years of age. It wasn't until he heard the toilet flush that Donald realized there was a fourth man waiting as well.

"Donald?"

"Marc?"

"You mean, Song Lee?" Marc asked.

"Ruthie?" Donald asked in return.

"Well, whaddya know!" exclaimed Marc as he broke into a grin.

Speaking simultaneously, Marc said, "I didn't know Asian women were interested in..." just as Donald said, "I didn't know Jewish women were interested in..." Both broke off the sentence at the identical point and laughed. 

The intercom crackled. "You can show them in now, Loretta." The voice was Dr. Perry's.

Once inside, Donald saw there was five chairs arranged in a circle. Four were plush armchairs. One was Dr. Perry's stiff backed seat.

"Group, we have a new member joining us today. This is only his third session but he is really quite advanced, so I wanted him to sit in with us. Uh, not today, Jack," Dr. Perry said interrupting herself to speak to one of the group. 

Donald looked in the direction of her gaze to see a man, presumably Jack, with his pants half off. "Let's just hold off on that while we make our new member comfortable." Jack slid his leg back into his pants and zipped up.

When everyone was seated, Dr. Perry had them introduce themselves. In addition to Marc and Jack, there was Matt. Marc let Dr. Perry know that he and Donald were friends outside the group but she seemed to know that already.

"Donald, I know you're new, but would you mind starting us off today by describing your wife?"

"Well, my wife is Song Lee. She came from Korea more than 30 years ago. She is now almost 52 although if you ever met her you wouldn't believe it. She's about 5 feet tall and weighs about 105 pounds. She is very pretty with shoulder length black hair. 

"Her measurements are about 33C-22-33. She's a C cup but her second husband had them enhanced from a B, I think. Anyway, they are very pert without noticeable droop and for someone with her small frame, they appear quite large. But most find her best feature to be her very full lips. A lot of guys would..."

"OK, Donald, that's enough for now. We'll get to hear a lot more about Song Lee in future sessions. Jack, last Saturday was scheduled to be your first tasting, wasn't it? Why don't you tell us how that went." 

Tasting? wondered Donald. He didn't wonder long.

"That's right, Dr. Perry, Saturday was the big day."

"For the sake of our newest member, why don't you explain what a tasting is."

"Well, a tasting is what some people call a "cream pie" or "eating a cream pie." We call it a tasting, not sure why. Anyway, have you heard of that, Don?"

Donald wasn't sure. He'd read about cream pies and such on some Internet sites he'd found when he was investigating about wives who have sex with black men. Reading about it had disgusted him and he wondered what kind of man would enjoy that. After realizing that that was pretty much what he'd already done by kissing Song Lee after she'd blown Sammy, Donald wondered if he could ever do that.

"Is that where a guy eats the woman out after another guy has cum in her pussy?"

"That's it exactly," said Jack.

"Well, to be accurate," corrected Matt, "it could be after a guy dumped his own load. And most people say you're eating a cream pie if the guy drops his load into your wife's ass and you eat that out."

"To be accurate," Marc mocked Matt, "MOST people never talk about eating a woman's ass out, let alone after some guy came in it." They all laughed, even Dr. Perry.

"Jack, would you continue, please," Dr. Perry prompted.

"Sure. Well, we pretty much followed the instructions on your sheet, Dr. Perry. Around noontime, Penny and I went out to the mall. She bought a new corset with bra and matching thong panties at Victoria's Secret. The corset also had garter straps and we bought a pair of stockings. Then she got a pair of stiletto heels with thin ankle straps at Nine West. We ended up getting some make up including some of that really shiny lipstick. When we finally got home and I drew Penny a bath."

"I'm sorry," interrupted Donald, "but are you saying you went through all this trouble just so you could lick your wife's vagina after some guy ejaculated into it?" 

Donald wanted to use other words, cruder words, but was afraid of insulting Dr. Perry who was conducting a proper counseling session.

"Please, Donald, don't interrupt," Dr. Perry said in the voice a kindergarten teacher might use to discipline a boisterous student. "We have a certain protocol we use when our cucks, uh cuckolds, confess their milestone activities. You should take this opportunity to observe how it's done as well as appreciate the love and sacrifice Jack is showing his wife. Please continue, Jack."

"Yes, well, after the tub was filled with a bubble bath, I got Penny a glass of Merlot while she soaked. When she finished the wine, about 15 minutes, she climbed out and I began shaving. I did her armpits first because that is the least desirable, least erotic part. 

"Then I shaved her legs, all the way up, then her pussy and ass. Those were very erotic as I tried to get every bit of stubble so her legs would be silky and her pussy and asshole beautifully smooth and bald. I placed tiny kisses along her upper thighs as well as her labia and sphincter. I didn't attempt to tongue fuck her, although I desperately wanted to, as I was instructed not to."

Jack shifted his position hoping it would relieve some of the pressure his burgeoning erection was creating against his garments. Marc too shifted, while Matt outright tugged at his crotch to re-position himself. Donald remained as he was, afraid to draw another reprimand from Dr. Perry.

"I warmed up the bath water and Penny got back in to soak for another half hour. I brought her another glass of wine, her third, as she'd also drunk one during the shaving. I left her alone while she did her hair and make up. 

"When she called me back in, she looked absolutely gorgeous, especially those bright red, shiny lips. I helped her into her corset and held her panties out while she stepped into them and slid them all the way up. Sitting, she raised each leg in turn while I put on her stockings and hooked the tops to the garter. Then I put on her shoes. She looked beyond gorgeous.

"I got us both some wine while we sat in our living room and waited. Penny engaged in small talk but I was mostly silent. My stomach was full of butterflies. 

"Penny kept looking at the clock and worrying that he wouldn't show up. She told me she'd heard he was great and had a really big cock. She said he needed to get there soon because she was so wet and it was starting to run down her legs. 

"Penny was rubbing her finger across the crotch of her panties by then. She looked flushed. We were both practically gulping our wine. Just as I was about to ask her if she wanted another glass, the doorbell rang."

I practically jumped up to answer it. "Lionel," I said shaking his hand, "we're really glad you could make it."

"Whoa, man, you got Lionel for your first?" exclaimed Matt, giving Jack a high-five. "Nice work!"

Donald's head was spinning. This was truly bizarre. It was true that he'd done some things with Song Lee that most men would consider weird, but this went way beyond that. This guy Jack was actually helping his wife seduce this Lionel. 

Admittedly, he'd not done much to stop his own wife, but at least he didn't go around approving it, much less encouraging it. And here was Matt celebrating with high-fives because Jack, what, scored a higher caliber stud to fuck his wife? Did this Lionel have better cum or something? 

Cuckold, that was the word Dr. Perry used. She called them cuckolds. Did she mean Donald as well, or just the others? Was he truly a cuckold? Yes, Song Lee sucked around, maybe even fucked round, he wasn't sure, but he sure didn't approve of it. 

Wasn't that an essential of cuckoldry, the approval of the husband? Donald would have to look it up when he got home. What was the guy called, the guy that fucked the wife? Donald struggled to recall the answer. 

Bull! That was it, they were called bulls. So Matt was cheering Jack's good fortune of which bull would fuck his wife and leave him a cream pie? Donald was weirded out. He was also painfully hard.

"That's enough, gentlemen," Dr. Perry reprimanded. "Let's just stick to what went on shall we?"

"Sorry, Jack continued. "Well, Penny gave Lionel a big welcoming kiss. She thanked him for helping us achieve our new status. She looked at me, and I thanked him as well."

"What did you say?" Dr. Perry interrupted.

"I pretty much followed the script. I told Lionel I how much I appreciated how he made my wife feel and that I was grateful to him for that, and that I hoped he would continue seeing her. I also said it would be my pleasure if he would allow me to freshen Penny up after he'd finished in her. 

"One more thing, Dr. Perry, even though I said I followed the script, I don't mean I was being insincere or anything. I really meant everything I was saying."

"Very well, Jack. Did Lionel let you witness your wife servicing him, or did you remain in the living room until called?"

"I saw a little, the greeting kiss, of course. I watched Penny display herself and her new outfit for him, especially her thong. As you know, Dr. Perry, Penny has not been with Lionel before and she was quite anxious to see if everything the other wives said about him was true. So, she immediately began rubbing her hand up and down his bulging crotch as they kissed. 

"When he broke off the kiss, Penny slid to her knees and pleaded with him to let her see it. He made no movement to stop her, so she opened his fly and pulled out his flaccid organ. He did disappoint either of us. Penny began applying those freshly painted lips to Lionel's dick. Thankfully, I was able to watch her bring him to full erection before they went into our bedroom."

"What happened when Penny called you in?" Dr. Perry pressed.

"Penny was lying on our bed in her corset and stockings. She still had her shoes on but her panties, of course, were missing. Lionel was nude and sitting in the chair. His dick was about half hard and smeared with their juices and her lipstick. 

"Penny opened her thighs and motioned for me to get between them, get my head between them. I positioned myself on the bed, about 10 inches from her pussy. It was a mess. I could see the cum all around the lips and it was beginning to ooze from her slit.  

"I could smell the odor, and you and everyone were right, Dr. Perry. It was an amazing aphrodisiac. I had already been hard hearing them and imagining what was going on, but the smell made me harder. Basically, I moved closer and, taking a deep breath, mashed my face into Penny's cunt. Sorry, Dr. Perry, I didn't mean to be impolite."

"In this instance, it's quite all right, Jack. At the moment you are going in to perform cunnilingus, it is a cunt. It's a perfectly valid word."

"I just put out my tongue and started lapping. It tasted just like everyone said, somewhat salty but quite mild. I was just so turned on I licked up everything, swallowing as I went. I began tongue-fucking Penny trying to get all of Lionel's cum, plus I know it's something Penny really loves. 

"Suddenly, she grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face away from her slit. She accused me of trying to make her cum. She said I knew how easily I can get her off with my tongue and that I was deliberately trying to steal something that belonged to Lionel. Then she told me I was done there and I should go back to the living room."

"Jack, I can understand you were turned on by the situation and what you were doing, but you know it's one of the cardinal rules. You'd better get control of yourself before your next tasting or it could be your last."

"I know, Dr. Perry, I know. A husband cannot eat his wife to orgasm in front of her bull no matter how much cum is involved."

"That's right, Jack. While he is with your wife, her orgasms are reserved for the bull. It is arrogant of you and an insult to him if you try to deprive him of something that's rightfully his."

"I can assure you Dr. Perry that was not my intention. I was just caught up in the moment. I had waited so long for this. I promise, it won't happen again. Penny's happiness means too much to me. I will respect the bulls' property in the future."

"So," teased Matt trying to get his friend out of the dog house, "did Penny hit a single or a double?"

"What makes you think it wasn't a triple?" Jack laughed, playing along. The baseball analogy referred to the number of cream pies a wife served her husband in a session with a bull.

"Gentlemen, a little decorum, if you please," admonished Dr. Perry. "That may be the language you cucks use among yourselves when you get together at one of the parties or if you are enjoying a "cucks night out," but it's not how we talk here. Nor should any of your wives ever hear herself described that way. 

"And, the bulls certainly better not hear anything like that! You wouldn't want a bull to shun your wife, would you? One word from a bull and your wife could be left high and dry – and I do mean dry. Any of you interested in your wife coming home empty? Forget for a moment the living hell she'll make your life, do any of you want to return to your pre-pie days?"

Matt and Jack hung their heads. Even Marc had his eyes cast down. "I thought not," Dr. Perry concluded.

"Well. Let's not end on an unhappy note," Dr. Perry concluded. "Jack, that was a job well done."

Somehow, Loretta appeared in the room with a certificate and small cloth patch.

"Congratulations, Jack, wear it with pride," Loretta said as she handed him both items. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He held the items up for the group to see. Marc and Matt issued congratulations.

"Let Donald see the patch," Dr. Perry urged.

The cloth patch had what looked like a blackberry pie with one slice missing. The pie was topped with whipped cream. Inserted into the area of the missing piece was a red tongue. The cream from the pie was coating the tongue and dripping from it in big globs. It was one of the important "merit badges" Dr. Perry had designed for the husbands in her group. Those badges were status symbols and were highly prized.

"Loretta," said Dr. Perry, "We're done for today. If the boys want to relieve themselves, make Jack go last, he was the worst behaved." Dr. Perry smiled. "Donald, would you stay behind for a few minutes?"

When Loretta closed the door behind the others, Dr. Perry motioned Donald toward the couch again. 

"Please take one of those with you," Dr. Perry said indicating the stack of fresh towels. 

Spreading the towel over the couch, Donald removed his pants and underwear even without being told before reclining on the towel. Dr. Perry again had a folder in her hands. She noticed Donald was not erect.

"Tell me Donald, what did you think of today's session?"

"Well, I'm still confused about why the guys do it. I'm also disturbed that these bulls as you call them seem to get so much respect and deference. I mean, after all, they're getting the best ride of all, free pussy. It seems they should be the ones doing the kowtowing."

"Let me begin with what we have already established. Take a look at this picture." The photo was of a black penis. It was flaccid but very long and thick just the same. There was no woman in the shot. Donald's felt his cock begin to stiffen as he looked.

"Obviously, from the reaction of your penis, you find that picture stimulating, don't you?"

"Yes," Donald answered, his cock continuing to grow.

"Why? Are you attracted to black men, Donald?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Then why are you getting hard?"

"I guess I'm thinking of what the cock could do. How I can see that it would turn a woman on. Tell me something Dr. Perry, does that cock turn you on?"

"Very much so," Dr. Perry replied. "However, I already know what turns me on. It's you we're sorting out. Do you agree that many, probably most women would enjoy viewing that cock."

"Yes."

"And that's what turns you on, doesn't it? That a woman can be attracted to a cock as much as a man can be to tits, or a cunt. Do you fantasize having that for your cock? Would you like to turn women on with just your cock, Donald? 

"Just pull your meat out and have women beg you for it? Or maybe get a reputation and have women approach you, total strangers approach and proposition you just to get a look at your cock? You'd like to be that man, wouldn't you Donald?"

"What guy wouldn't?"

"But you can't, can you? So the next best thing is for someone else to do it for you. For the woman to be attracted to somebody's cock even if it isn't yours. You got so turned on watching Song Lee suck Sammy off because you knew she was overcome with her desire for his cock. She couldn't stop herself, could she, Donald, even though she knew you were right there?"

"No."

"And you were hard watching her, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"And what she did afterward? Why did you kiss her, knowing what was in her mouth?"

"Because she wanted me to. She asked me to. She was so hot from sucking that dick and she wanted something from me. It made me feel good about myself that even though she could have Sammy's cock she still wanted me too."

"What if she had fucked Sammy instead? What if she presented you with a sloppy, messy cunt like Penny did to Jack? Close your eyes, Donald. Picture Song Lee's messy pussy? If she asked you to kiss it, would you? If she said, Please, honey, I need you to eat me right now, would you? 

"What if she said, My bull wants to see you eat his cum from my cunt. Do it, honey. Do it for him. Do it for me. Please. Would you?" Donald was now hard as a rock and Dr. Perry saw it. She saw the pearl of pre-cum leaking from the end of his dick.

"I'm not sure."

"Bullshit, Donald, you're sure. Your cock doesn't lie, and it says you're completely turned on by the idea of eating a cream pie." 

Dr. Perry ran her finger across the end of Donald's dick, wiping up some of the pre-cum. It made Donald jump. It felt so good, he wanted to jerk off immediately. He didn't open his eyes, however, fearing he might be dreaming.




Unconventional Counseling Ch. 03



Donald felt Dr. Perry's wet finger as it traced along his cheek to his lips, leaving his pre-cum there.

"Do you know what a "snowball" is, Donald?"

"I don't think so."

"It's when a woman sucks a man off then kisses that man or another man sharing the load of cum. That's what Song Lee did with you, isn't it Donald? She snowballed you with Sammy's cum."

"Yes."

"And you enjoyed it, didn't you. Tell me Donald, have you jerked yourself off thinking about that snowball?"

"Yes."

"You bet, more than once I'll bet. Put your hand on your dick now Donald. Stroke yourself." Dr. Perry watched Donald manipulate his small phallus with two fingers and a thumb.

"What are you thinking about now, Donald, as you play with yourself? Don't tell me, I'll tell you. You're thinking about Jack eating Penny's pussy aren't you. You're thinking about the day that Song Lee will ask you to eat her, aren't you? You want to beat yourself off, don't you Donald?"

"Yes. Yes!"

"Stop now, Donald. Don't make yourself to cum. We still have one thing left to settle. The bull. The big black bull. He is the one that should be grateful, isn't he Donald? You certainly would be, if some guy let you fuck his wife, wouldn't you?"

"I certainly would. Most guys have to pay for strange pussy. Who wouldn't be happy with a freebie? The bulls should show it. That's all I ask, really. I'd let Song Lee fuck one of the big guys if he'd just say thanks for sharing your wife."

"Look at the picture Donald. That's not most guys, is it? That's the cock that messed up Penny's cunt last Saturday. That's the cock Jack cleaned up after. That bothers you, doesn't it Donald? The idea that you'd be cleaning up after the guy that fucked your wife. 

"Hardly seems fair, does it? He gets the fun, and you get to clean up. It's not really very manly is it? Cleaning up? That's two unmanly things: letting another guy fuck your wife and then cleaning up. Add to that, the fact that the guy fucking your wife is doing a better job of it than you ever could and you have to pay him respect for doing it. It goes against everything you were brought up to believe." 

Dr. Perry handed Donald another picture.

"That's the same cock, only hard. Do you think Penny enjoyed getting fucked by that cock, Donald?"

"I would guess so."

"Would you be surprised if I told you she was ecstatic about getting fucked by that cock?"

"No, not at all."

"Donald, have you ever heard of a wife getting some erotic pictures taken for her husband?"

"Sure."

"Ever thought of having some taken of Song Lee?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Let's say Song Lee wanted to give you some of those kinds of photos. Let's say she goes to a photographer and he does a beautiful job. In some, Song Lee is wearing revealing lingerie, in others she's nude. You go with her to pick them up. Song Lee is ecstatic with the results. Are you happy or pissed off?"

"I'd be happy."

"Would you thank the guy, shake his hand?"

"Sure, I suppose so."

"But he's seen your wife naked, maybe touched her in private places to get the right pose. Most guys have to pay to see another man's wife nude. But this guy's getting paid by you. How sick is that? 

"What if the guy is finishing up something and asks you to toss some of the bad prints or paper scraps in the trash. Would you do that for him, Donald? Probably, right, you're a nice guy. 

"Let's recap. You're letting some guy to look at your wife naked and you're cleaning up his mess afterward. Then, you're thanking him, shaking his hand, and complimenting him. Finally, you pay him for doing it. 

"I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. The analogy is not a perfect one but then again they never are. When a man does a professional job he is to be treated like a professional. Respected. Appreciated. Thanked. 

"Those bulls are professionals. They can do the work much better than the cuckolds. That's what the cucks are acknowledging. Cream pie eating is a display of respect for the bull and love for the wife. In a way, it is the essence of cuckoldry."

Dr. Perry collected the two pictures from Donald.

"That's Lionel Donald. One of our finest bulls. Song Lee has already expressed an interest in him. I may arrange it for a party next Saturday. 

"Finish yourself Donald. Beat off while I tell you what will happen. You will present Song Lee to Lionel with everyone watching, bulls, wives, and cucks. If Lionel accepts Song Lee, you will become a cuckold. 

"When presenting Song Lee, you will politely ask Lionel if he will do you the favor of satisfying your wife. You will acknowledge that his is a superior cock to yours and that is he who is doing you the favor and not the other way around.

"If he accepts, and I believe he will as Song Lee is the first Asian to join us, you will thank him and walk back to where we will all witness Song Lee's acceptance of the bull as the greatest means of her sexual gratification. 

"You will watch your wife and her bull consummating your cuckoldry. You will not get her cream pie that night even though you will want to hear her call you to her loins. Like Jack, you will have to wait for that privilege."

Dr. Perry's timing was impeccable as Donald shot his load into the air just as she concluded her speech. She smiled to herself. She knew all the telltale signs, when a man like Donald was on the verge of shooting his load. 

She loved being able to "talk" a man off. Donald was either one of the most malleable subjects she'd ever had or she was getting better at what she did. Already, after just three sessions, Dr. Perry was conditioning Donald to associate his own pleasure with the image of eating a black bull's cream pie from his wife's pussy. It was she, Dr. Perry thought, who deserved the merit badge.

"Loretta," Dr. Perry called as she left the room, "could you help Donald, please. And make an appointment for next Tuesday.



Unconventional Counseling Ch. 04



As Dr. Perry awaited her newest patient she reflected on how far her practice had come in the last twenty-two years, and especially the last sixteen when she began her current specialization. Like many in her profession, Dr. Elizabeth Perry, or Liz, had gotten into the field of psychology, in part, to better understand her own inner demons. 

Liz had had a disturbing but formative experience as an 18-year-old high school student when a girl friend had peeked into the boy's locker room after football practice and then dared Liz to do the same. What she saw there as the naked athletes showered, changed, and cavorted was indelibly imprinted on her developing sexuality. Although Liz and her friend giggled about what they'd seen, Liz was profoundly and permanently affected. 

She had seen penises before, she'd even begun jerking her boyfriend off, but those black boys' cocks left her breathless. They were so much bigger and thicker than what she saw when she stroked her boyfriend's cock and they weren't even hard. 

Liz became obsessed and, almost as quickly, repressed her obsession. In those days, interracial relationships were very much against the mores of the community. Liz was inclined toward submissiveness and her timidity required that she reject this most taboo relationship, that of the white female and black male.

When she masturbated, it was always while fantasizing about a big black cock. Seeing a black man, especially an athlete would fire her loins and send her racing for home or searching for a secluded place to finger herself. No sooner would she get herself off than Liz would begin the process of castigating herself. She would loathe and punish herself. 

Liz would deliberately walk out of her way to protect herself from viewing black football or basketball players. Her most difficult course in college was a simple anthropology survey class. It was the only undergrad C she received. 

It wasn't that the easy material baffled her. The class was populated with an abundance of scholarship athletes, many of whom were black. Liz was unable to concentrate in class. Sometimes she would skip class altogether and not permit herself to view those black gods to punish herself for the fingering she given herself after the previous meeting.

At one point, Liz had thought of majoring in education. Secretly, almost subconsciously, she harbored a fantasy that teaching would afford her access to hard-bodied, young black athletes. Her career ambitions changed when she took a human sexuality course from Dr. Mick Perry.

Dr. Mick, as he was known, had a national reputation in sexual counseling. He came from England and his crisp British accent attracted many an attractive coed. His short stature and slight build carried over to his male equipment as well. 

Barely an inch long when flaccid, Dr. Mick did not extend four inches when fully erect. The psychologist could get many a woman into bed but, like that notorious pumpkin nosher, he couldn't keep her. Like Peter, Mick was also strongest in oral areas, preferring 69's or a good, one-sided pussy eating to intercourse. So did his women.

Liz fell in love with Dr. Mick. She worked in his office as an upperclassman and became his protégé when she enrolled in graduate school. An important part of her Ph.D. work included a thorough counseling. Mick served as Liz's therapist for those sessions and after covering each of the basic psychological areas, he focused Liz on her sexual issues.

Mick knew Liz's deepest problems and their sessions usually featured viewing hardcore pornography in his effort to crack her. He finally broke through by taking Liz to a showing of the newly released adult film, Behind the Green Door. 

Over repeated viewings and in multiple sessions, Liz unlocked her secrets as she watched and commented on the activities of the star Marilyn Chambers and her black paramour Johnny Keyes. 

Liz fell in love with Keyes' cock. She obsessed over it and masturbated herself to her, at the time, most satisfying orgasms as she described to Mick what she'd like to do with it. 

It was with Liz that Dr. Mick pioneered the technique Liz later used in her own practice of having patients expose their genitals during therapy. 

Initially, Mick had Liz strip completely naked but he later refined this to exposing the genitalia only while remaining clothed otherwise. This focused the patient and reinforced the idea that only the sex organs were important and not the rest of the body. 

Liz was not the only one who had fallen in love. To Mick, Liz was a dream come true: young and beautiful, intelligent yet desirable. She loved him and Mick was determined to keep this one. 

He used her submissiveness against her. Dr. Mick had Liz masturbate and describe her thoughts. Mick interjected elements he felt would enhance her experience. Again, he introduced her to the technique of talking a patient off that Liz would use with great success. 

He had Liz masturbate with everything from fingers to dildos, fruits and vegetables to bottles, handles, and candles. He noticed that size mattered to Liz.

Mick realized he'd never be able to keep Liz with his own dick but he had the good fortune to be the counselor to his own and two other colleges' sports teams. He introduced Liz into what he knew she couldn't resist and he fed her obsession. 

Dr. Mick kept Liz the way a dealer keeps an addict. He supplied her what she'd do anything to get: big black cock. Under Dr. Mick's tutelage, Liz spent more than two years trying to quench the fires of lust that had smoldered since high school. 

She engaged in double and triple penetrations, gang bangs and circle sucks, and simulated anal rape. Liz was tied up and penetrated. She was forced to kneel, hand cuffed while black men raped her mouth. She was collared and became the slut slave of a twenty-year-old halfback.

Eventually, Liz came to realize that there was no putting out her fires. They could only be contained by the application of cum from big black hoses. Dr. Mick promised to protect and provide for Liz. 

When they married, he became her willing accomplice and cuckold. She fed him his first cream pie and he was the first to sample one from her. In the world of the cuckold they had taken each other's virginity.

When she first went into practice, Liz sought patients who were part of the fledgling adult film industry being carried on in their city. She got herself invited to filmings hoping to meet the local equivalent of Johnny Keyes. Instead, she met Loretta.

At 23, Loretta was considerably thinner, and passingly pretty. She was trying to catch a break as a starlet but mostly found work on the sets as a fluffer. 

Liz had many questions for Loretta, many of which had to do with the blacks who were hired to perform. Liz also had other inquiries. Did Loretta enjoy what she did? How did she feel afterward? Was she disappointed that some other women got the "money shot" she had prepared? 

Eventually, Loretta married a guy who had filled in one time as a cameraman and drifted away from the scene. Liz found her and hired her as office manager/receptionist.

* * * *

When Donald arrived for his next weekly therapy session, he immediately sent it in a direction that confirmed Liz's perception that Saturday would be the right time to consummate Donald and Song Lee's relationship as cuckold and wife. Reclined on the leather couch, pants off, towel in place, Donald began.

"Dr. Perry, we've really got to do something about Sammy."

"What's the issue, Donald?"

"He's costing me too much money, among other things?"

"Meaning?"

"Every time he comes over it costs me $250 and all Song Lee does is suck him off. She's trying to live up to my wishes not to fuck the guy anymore but he's more demanding than ever. 

"On Sunday afternoon for example, I'm watching football when the phone rings. I get it and it's Sammy. Song Lee picks up and tells me she's got it and I can hang up. A minute later she's throwing my car keys at me and yelling at me to move my car. 

"When I try to ask her why, she says, "Just do it!" I'm driving my car over to the visitors parking when who passes me but Sammy -- he called Song Lee from his cell phone -- and he parks right in the spot I just vacated. 

"Song Lee comes out of the condo and gets into the passenger seat. This is broad daylight. Any of our neighbors could have seen, probably did. No sooner is she in the car than her head disappears into his lap. He must have been driving with his cock out." 

"You're sure?"

"Damn right I'm sure. I wasn't going to just stand there while she blew him, so I went back into our condo. I walked right past the car and looked in. Sammy's fat cock was jammed into her mouth. 

"About twenty minutes later Song Lee comes back in slamming the door. I was pissed at her but tried to be nice. "What's wrong?" I ask. "He didn't even cum!" she screamed and stormed into our bedroom and slammed that door. 

"He's calling three or four times a week. And if he isn't calling her, she's calling him. I'm being put upon -- moving my car in the middle of my game -- and now he's withholding cum and I'm the one getting punished. It can't go on."

In addition to being a talented therapist, Dr. Perry was a shrewd businesswoman. She had built her operation up to the point she was clearing more than $2 million per year, and that didn't include her counseling activities. The thousand dollars a week Sammy was bleeding out of Donald was money that should be coming to her, and she intended to get it.

"Donald, I'm abandoning that party idea I was telling you about last week. We're going to conduct an intervention." 

Dr. Perry almost laughed out loud at herself. Intervention? Where had that thought come from? In reality, it was just something Dr. Perry made up on the spot. They would do exactly as she had planned, only it would be called something else, something dramatic, and she'd charge twice as much.

The idea sounded fabulous to Donald.

"What's an intervention?"

"You've heard of families kidnapping a member from a cult and deprogramming them. It's the same concept except that de-programming consists of showing Song Lee there are better options than Sammy available. Lionel will do that job nicely."

Donald's delight it turned out was to be the knowledge that his potency and value to Song Lee would not be his own cocksmanship but the ability to provide her with a better bull than she had secured on her own.

"I must go out for a while. I'll send Loretta in she has all the details. You have plenty to do to get ready so you should skip group this week. I'll see you Saturday."

For the first time, Loretta saw Donald completely flaccid. His penis looked like a little boy's. Poor man, she thought, fucked by the lottery of life. Loretta forced herself to be upbeat.

"Oh, Donald!" she enthused, "Congratulations! This is going to be so much fun." Handing him a two-inch thick binder, she continued, "This contains everything you'll need to know, how to dress, what to say. It gives directions to Dr. Perry's estate and proper times to arrive. Dr. Perry tells me Lionel is to be the bull is that true?!?!"

"So I hear," Donald replied beginning to become aroused. 

Loretta flipped to a page in the binder. "That's him." The picture of the flaccid black organ was the one Dr. Perry had showed him last week. Donald's cock twitched as it inflated.

"Is he hung or what?" asked Loretta. "Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm. I swear he's bigger soft that you are hard, Donald," Loretta deliberately teased the patient when she saw his cock complete its erection.

"I suppose so," sighed Donald.

"Those fucking bulls are just too much," sighed Loretta in return. "OK, let me outline what will happen. It will be like a wedding. Song Lee will wear a white gown and you a tuxedo. Lionel will wear a tuxedo as well. You will be called on to give your wife away -- there's a little speech in the binder for you to memorize. 

"There will probably be a couple recruits who will serve as ushers and two of the wives will be bridesmaids. Dr. Perry will officiate. She will pronounce them "bull and slut" and you "cuckold and wife." Once the wife cuckolds her husband she is referred to as a 'slut' by the bulls and other wives but a 'wife' by the husband and other cucks. Is that clear?"

Donald nodded. 

"Are you excited?"

Donald nodded again, then indicating his hard on, broke into a big grin.

"Is it time to relieve myself?" he asked.

Loretta laughed, and nodded. "This is a special time. Your first time. For this time only, Dr. Perry lets me bend the rules just a little. I'm allowed to touch you for a few minutes but you must promise not to cum. That you must finish for yourself. Can you promise?"

"I promise."

"Would you rather I use my hand or my mouth?" 

Loretta had been Dr. Perry's patient for a while when all the sexual goings-on caused her to have raging urges. When she told Dr. Perry she missed her days as a fluffer, Dr. Perry devised this reward for her employee. 

Later, in a true stroke of genius, Dr. Perry invited Loretta to her parties and had her perform as a fluffer for any bull that desired that service. Now, the bulls would not attend a party without Loretta.

"Your mouth," Donald said gratefully, just like all the rest.

Turning away, Loretta appeared to slip something into her mouth. 

Maybe it was one of those super mints, those Altoids, Donald thought hopefully. He'd heard the sensation of a woman giving a blowjob with one of those in her mouth was incredible.

When she turned back, Loretta bent forward and completely engulfed Donald's phallus. Biting down at the root of his cock, she slowly scraped her mouth back up his cock. Loretta hadn't put something into her mouth; she'd taken something out. Without her dentures, Loretta was giving Donald the most incredible sensation he'd ever felt: a gum job.

"Oh my god!" Donald yelled as Loretta dipped and withdrew a second time. On her third downward stroke, Donald blew his load. Loretta quickly withdrew her mouth letting him shoot into the air, but not before he'd sent a second jet of cum into her gulping mouth. 

Loretta knew what she was doing was against the rules, but who could say it was her fault. It was the guys who always shot off so quickly and without telling her. Of course she knew they were cumming. She'd wait for two and sometimes three cum jets before pulling off the cock. 

It could easily be explained by saying he surprised her. In the meantime, the best part of the load lingered on her tongue to be savored. And who was hurt, really?



Unconventional Counseling Ch. 05



Donald was studying himself in the mirror. It was now 4:30 pm. The ceremony at Dr. Perry's house was to begin at 7:00. The drive would take about half an hour. Song Lee was due back from the spa any time now but she still had to dress of course.

Donald had picked up his tuxedo and Song Lee's gown from Loretta on Friday afternoon. Now he examined himself in the garment. About 95% of it was no different from a traditional tux: the black jacket, the white, ruffled shirt and red tie, the white satin cummerbund, and the black patent leather shoes were identical. 

Even the trousers had a similar construction: black, straight legs with a satin stripe. From about 30 feet away, most people would have to look closely to see any difference. There were only two modifications. The material, from the waist to about mid-thigh was made of spandex and hugged Donald's ass and his legs. 

Then there was the crotch. The material was cut away so that Donald's genitals, penis and scrotum, were completely exposed. It was almost as if someone had cut a "glory hole" into the front of the pants and his dick and balls stuck through. As instructed in the document Loretta had given him, Donald had shaven himself completely. 

As he gazed at his reflection, he was concerned about the erection he was sporting. Not that it was any way different -- except for the lack of pubic hair -- but that he couldn't get it to go down. He was forbidden by instruction from jerking off, and every time he tried not to think about what was going to happen that night, it just made him think about it more, which just made his hard-on harder.

Donald was embarrassed by his lack of pubic hair and the resulting boyish appearance made all the more prepubescent by his small phallus and scrotum. He looked for all the world like a twelve year old examining his erection in the mirror. 

But as embarrassing as that was, the erection itself was worrying him. Obviously, the outfit itself meant that he'd be exposed to any other guests who attended the ceremony and his tumescence would make it obvious to all that the proceedings themselves excited him. Everyone would know that it stimulated Donald to have his wife screwed by some big black bull. 

Donald wasn't merely excited. He was excited beyond anything he could ever remember. For the past hour his hard on had been so engorged with blood it was causing him pain. 

It was also producing pre-cum in quantities he had never known before. If he didn't mop it up it would form drops and drip on the floor. As thorough as Dr. Perry's documentation was, there was no protocol covering the proper way for cuck-to-be to deal with excessive pre-cum. 

Had other husbands simply never experienced this problem that now plagued him? Donald was actually afraid guests might snicker at his inability to control the level of his excitement.

Donald had expected that he and Song Lee would prepare for the party alone. His expectation was that when Song Lee completed her preparations, he'd drive her to Dr. Perry's estate for the ceremony. 

However, when Song Lee arrived home, she was not alone. Given his outfit, Donald was more embarrassed than he was surprised. He already knew Marc's wife Ruthie and Loretta but he'd never met the other gorgeous woman that accompanied them.

"Hi, I'm Penny, Jack's wife," Penny said extending her hand for Donald to shake. She stared directly at Donald's exposed erection. Taking her hand, Donald found that far from experiencing penile shrinkage from embarrassment, he actually got harder under Penny's stare.

"J-Jack's wife? I had no idea you were so beautiful!"

"Why thank you!"

"Um, uh, I mean all of you," Donald said trying to keep from being "woman-bashed."

"Sure you did," smiled Ruthie sidling up to Donald and brushing invisible lint from his tux jacket. "Let's get a look at you." Grabbing Donald's shoulders, Ruthie turned him so his back was to the women. Running her hand across his buttocks, she said, "Not bad, not bad." 

Turning him again, he faced the ladies and his pecker was so hard it hurt. Running her hand down the front of his shirt, Ruthie stopped at belt level.

"Donald!" she exclaimed, "is that pre-cum drooling from your dick slit?" 

His face flushed a deeper scarlet than his tie and, if it were possible for his cock to get harder, it did. 

"Hell, that's gonna drip on your rug," Ruthie said as she reached down and ran her finger the length of his cock, scraping off the liquid about to drop. She dragged her wet finger across Donald's cheek leaving a trail of his now drying liquid. When she reached his lips, Ruthie said, "Open" and the women watched as Donald was forced to lick his pre-cum from her finger.

"Jeez," said Penny, "I've never seen a person leak as much pre-sex fluid as that."

"I guess you're not counting that flood you told us was running down you leg in the car," Loretta teased. 

The women giggled as they entered Donald and Song Lee's bedroom, presumably to get Song Lee ready. Donald brought a tray of glasses filled with champagne in to the ladies and he was just having a glass himself when the doorbell rang.

"Get that, would you Donald?" he heard Loretta say from the bedroom. 

Nervously, he went to the door and opened it a crack. Outside was a very young black man carrying four garment bags. Just as he was about to ask if he could help the youth, Loretta re-entered the room.

"That's Damien, Jerome's brother, let him in Donald, he has our dresses." 

Donald thought he might die of sheer embarrassment. How could he let another man, no a kid, no a black kid see him exposed like that? But he didn't die. He opened the door hiding his nakedness behind it as the youth entered. 

Damien followed Loretta into the bedroom with the bags. Donald could see through the open door that his wife and Penny were topless and Ruthie was completely nude. Damien, of course got an eye full. What must it be like, Donald wondered, to be as young as Damien, and seeing hot, naked, mature, white and Asian wives?

Donald was happy to see Loretta shoo Damien out of the room. It would have been crushing to his ego had that kid got to stay and watch the ladies prepare while he was banished to the living room. Now, however, he had to share that room with the kid and his exposed cock. He saw the smirk on the kid's face and knew he'd better not get into a cock-measuring contest with this youth. Donald offered Damien champagne.

"No thanks, I gotta drive. Besides, I'm too young. You could get into trouble if I drank any."

"Thanks," muttered Donald.

"Which one's yours?" asked Damien glancing again at Donald's diminutive phallus. Donald noted that even the presence of this other male failed to reduce the blood supply to his crotch.

"The Asian lady," Donald answered.

"She's hot. Nice tits," Damien commented. "I wouldn't mind doing her. Is it true what my brother told me? That you're going to let him fuck your wife tonight?"

"Actually, it's Lionel, not Jerome," Donald replied trying to spin the situation in his favor. Like Donald was somehow less inferior if his cuckolding were to be accomplished by an experienced bull rather than the young recruit, Jerome.

"Maybe Jerome was mistaken. We'll see tonight, I guess."

We'll see? What the fuck thought Donald. You mean this kid was going to witness his humiliation.

"Y-you mean you're going to be there?"

"Sure. Loretta said I could watch. Shit really turns you on, huh?" Damien nodded in the direction of the exposed portion of Donald's middle. 

His cock was leaking pre-cum again. With his dick pointed straight up, Donald could feel the liquid as it slid down the length of his shaft, collecting on his balls. Donald grabbed a tissue and began mopping himself, holding his cock and balls to one side and then the other to make sure he got it all.

"Hey man, don't be embarrassed," offered Damien grabbing the crotch of his chauffer pants showing the outline of a nice sized hard on. "I been hard all day, ever since Jerome told me I could drive. He told me what the whiteys wanted done. To be honest, I thought they'd be a bunch of shanks. I figured he was just in for the bucks."

Jerome was getting paid? thought Donald, blinking. Shit, how was this any better than Sammy? 

Donald had agreed to pay Dr. Perry $30K for this intervention. She told him he could pay over 30 weeks so it came out to about the same as Sammy was getting. Dammit, this better work.

Loretta was the first to emerge from the bedroom. She was dressed in a hot pink sequined mini-dress. It was obvious she had spent the day at the spa with Song Lee and the other girls. Her red hair was beautifully done and her face had been professionally made up. The shiny hot pink lipstick that matched her dress was so glossy it glinted in the light.

The hem of the dress ended about mid thigh and there was a slit on the left side that nearly reached her hip. Depending on her movement or position, Loretta's stocking tops and bare skin above could definitely be seen. Her big tits were pushed up and out making for ample cleavage. For a man that liked a little more meat on his woman, Loretta made a mighty pretty picture.

"Mmmm mama, bring that over here for inspection," Damien demanded. 

Swaying outrageously, Loretta did just that. Stopping in front of him, she thrust out her hip and slapped her buttock cheek. Damien reached out and gave it a squeeze. She rotated so she faced away from him and thrust her ass back at him. 

Playing with her ass with both hands, Damien was raising her skirt above her stocking tops and lowering it again. Loretta backed up and ground her ass into Damien's crotch. Thrusting against her, Damien slid his hands up her body cupping those huge chest melons. Loretta moaned.

Goddamn, thought Donald, how fucking lucky could this kid get? 

Here he was, a high school kid, getting more than Donald. But Donald didn't dare grab Loretta. He figured that was forbidden fruit on this night. What Donald did grab was another tissue. His dick slit was just oozing liquid. He looked up to see Loretta wiggle a beckoning finger in his direction. 

As Donald approached the groping couple, Loretta asked, "Do you have the money?" 

Nodding, Donald produced a roll of hundreds and fifties from his pocket. He knew it totaled $1000 because that's how much the binder said to have. Grabbing the roll, Loretta peeled off two hundreds and one fifty. 

"Driver has to be paid," she said.

Turning in his arms, Loretta faced Damien and caressed his cheek with the bills, then reached down and put them in his pants pocket.

"Dr. Perry needs you to drive tonight, so she's asked me to make sure all the sex doesn't get to you and distract you from your task."

What does that mean? Donald wondered.

"What do you mean?" Damien asked.

Sliding to her knees, Loretta looked up into his eyes as she unzipped his fly.

"It means that I'm supposed to make sure you get relief whenever you require." 

Loretta pulled out a coal black erection that appeared to Donald to be about an eight-incher, the same as Sammy. Leaning forward, Loretta buried seven-eighths of Damien's hard dick into her mouth in one swoop. The kid groaned as he felt Loretta's gums massage his cock.

Donald's ego sank as quickly as his pre-cum rose. As Donald watched Loretta savage that beautiful black dick, she attempted to achieve satisfaction for herself as well as Damien. 

Fuck a duck, thought Donald. Fuck a big duck! I go to therapy, pay big bucks, and I have to jerk off to get my jollies. Here this friggin' school kid is getting free head. 

Free head from maybe the best fellatrix on the planet. The kid would have some tales to tell come Monday.

Donald was madly mopping the pre-cum that was flowing like a fountain from his dick head as he watched Loretta suck Damien off. The kid was slamming his hips forward to meet her mouth thrusts. She was nearly deep-throating him as she gummed his cock stalk. 

Donald saw she had pulled her tits free of the dress and was twisting her hard nipples in sweet pain, working for her tit-cum. Loretta was getting close now. Briefly pulling off his cock, Loretta begged for his semen.

"Give it to me, please," she begged. "Damn you young studs make me so hot for your load. Shoot it for me. Shoot it in my mouth." 

Loretta was good. Donald had to give her that. Just as the kid began jerking and thrusting wildly in the midst of his orgasm, Loretta erupted in a cosmic tit-cum. Her body spasmed wildly but she managed to keep the business end of the lovely spurting cock head in her sucking mouth.

The rate of Donald's pre-cum flow picked up as he stared at the gasping youth and the heavily breathing plump woman who knelt at his feet. He'd had that mouth, albeit, too briefly earlier in the week. He'd been denied the pleasure of cumming there, something this kid had just been begged to do. 

Life would have been so unfair if it weren't for the deliciousness Donald felt in his cock as his own natural liquid lubricant streamed out his cock head and down his aching shaft.

After replacing his deflating shaft back into his pants and zipping him up, Damien helped Loretta to her feet just as Song Lee and her "bridesmaids" opened the bedroom door. 

Loretta was stuffing her ample breasts back into her dress as a stunning Song Lee walked into the living room. She wore a sequined dress similar to Loretta's except it was white. The skirt was as short but fuller and it flew up as she pirouetted for Donald and Damien. It appeared to Donald that she wore no underwear.

Ruthie and Penny wore the exact same dress as Song Lee except in pastel turquoise. They pirouetted as well exposing what appeared to be naked asses and bald pussies. Donald and Damien broke into applause. Donald tensed.

"Uh, should I be seeing you like that?" he asked confusing tonight's ceremony with an actual wedding.

"Of course, silly," Ruthie answered. "You're the cuck, not the bull."

Song Lee and Loretta grabbed onto Donald's arms ready to be escorted to the party. Ruthie and Penny hooked theirs through Damien's. Leaning over, Penny kissed the high school stud on his cheek leaving a perfect lipstick mark. 

"You look yummy," Penny said. "What's the chances I can get a piece of you later? How old are you any way?"

"Eighteen," answered Damien as he led the women to the limousine parked outside, "today's my birthday."

Donald felt a waft of cool air across his genitals as he exited the condo. Anyone could have seen his jewels had they looked out the window, but Donald was happy he encountered no one in his path as he walked with his proud, hard, exposed boner to the car.

Damien helped Ruthie and Penny into one side of the stretch limo. Donald helped Song Lee and Loretta into the other. As he prepared to enter after them, Loretta put her hand to his chest and shook her head. 

"You ride 'shot gun,'" she said, pointing to the right side of the front seat.

On the ride to Dr. Perry's estate, Donald could hear continuous laughing coming from the back of the limo. Meanwhile, he tried to endure his utter humiliation of sitting in the front seat, phallus exposed, with a fully clothed black teenager who knew he was driving Donald and his pretty wife to a party where Donald's wife would cuckold him with a big, black cock.

"Boy, that Loretta's got some mouth," Damien observed as he drove. "She ever suck you off?"

"Sure," said Donald knowing full well that the meager oral sex Loretta had offered him in no way compared to what she eagerly performed for Damien. Something in the 45 year old Donald didn't like being bested by this teen even though in his heart of hearts he knew this kid had more to offer than he ever did.

"Think that Penny meant it when she said she would give me some?" Damien asked. "Damn, she is one hot piece of ass. Shit, man, I'm getting hard again. Loretta's gonna have some more sucking to do. Your wife done black dick before?"

"A little," Donald lied again.

"She's got the "jungle fever" huh? Well, she's not the only one, I see. But what do you get out of it, man?"

"It's complicated," answered Donald, mopping his dick again.

"What's that mean?"

"Just it's not easy to explain, especially to someone as young as you. When you love a woman, you want her to have things that make her happy."

"But what about you? Who you gonna be fucking tonight?"

"Probably nobody."

"Nobody, what the fuck? You got a hard little dick there. Where you getting attention from?"

"Most likely, jerk myself off."

"Jerk off. That don't seem right. Your woman's getting plenty and you get nothing? I mean you ain't got much down there, but you got needs, right?"

"In one way, it's like watching a football game. Even though I like football and would like to be in there playing quarterback, it is better for every one's enjoyment, including my own, that I just watch the pros. Like I said, it's complicated."

"You're right about the brothers being pros when it comes to dicks, that's for sure. There's a couple of hot white cheerleaders at school after me just for my dick. They even told me so. The white guys on the team look pretty pathetic in the showers. 

"Even got me a hot cheerleader mom looking to hook up with my black dick. Got herself all liquored up at a party and pulled me into a bedroom. Started kissing me and feeling my cock through my jeans. When she found out how old I was, she told me to come back when I was 18. 

"Guess you never had that, huh, Don? Never had some sweet married pussy hot for your cock when you was just sixteen?" Just then, Damien pulled into Dr. Perry's long driveway.

Getting out, Donald found himself escorting Song Lee and Loretta again while Ruthie and Penny clung to Damien's muscled arms. 

At the front door, a maid answered and led the troop into a small ballroom off the entry hallway. Like everyone else, she managed a glimpse of Donald's cock as it stood proud, tall, and bare. No doubt, Donald thought, she, too, knew what was to take place tonight. 



Unconventional Counseling Ch. 06



Authors's Note: this is a story about a man who is aroused by his role as a cuckold husband. If that is not you cup of tea, try another entry. For others, I hope you enjoy it and will let me know with your feedback.

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Inside the ballroom, Donald saw a raised platform to one side and a bar to the other. At the bar were his group buddies, Marc, Jack, and Matt, together with another beautiful woman, and an older man tending bar. 

Walking to the bar, Loretta introduced her husband, Johnny who gave all the women champagne. Damien left to park the limo and Johnny asked Donald whether he wanted domestic or domestic light beer. Donald settled for an Old Milwaukee.

"Hi, you must be Donald. Congratulations. I'm Lynne, Matt's wife," said the stunning red head with the perfect smile and gorgeous blue eyes. Her hand was extended, but her eyes were on Donald's cock.

"It's nice to meet you," said Donald shaking her hand. The soft skin of her hand made his cock twitch and bob up and down, releasing a string of pre-cum that dripped down onto his shoe top.

"Well, I can sure see what an eager beaver you are," smiled Lynne before turning to the "bride and bridesmaids." 

"So, Penny, who was that cute kid that you came in with? Any chance I can get dibs on him since you'll be set up with a recruit?"

"Better ask Loretta," laughed Penny. "Last I saw she had her mouth glued to his package."

Marc, Jack, and Matt all shook hands with Donald and congratulated him.

Loretta caught Donald's eye and nodded to a small trash basket on a shelf behind the bar. The words, "Cucks' Cum" were stenciled on it. Donald nodded back indicating he understood.

Just then, Dr. Perry entered escorted by the most irresistibly hot looking black man Donald had ever seen. All the women, including his wife, moaned deep in their throats. 

The man was dressed in a tuxedo similar to Donald's except that it was white. His thick cock hung down next to his leg. No doubt this was the famous Lionel. He led Dr. Perry to the platform and stepped up with her.

Two younger blacks entered and came over to Ruthie and Penny. Donald caught a resemblance between the one that approached Penny and the young Damien and presumed it must be Jerome. They too were dressed in white tuxes with huge, thick cocks hanging. 

Each woman took a well-muscled arm and was led to the platform but not up on it. Dr. Perry nodded and three more couples entered the room and went to sit or stand at the bar. The men were dressed in business suits like Marc, Jack and Matt. The women wore cocktail dresses, or perhaps they were better described as mini-dresses.

Dr. Perry held out her right hand in Song Lee's direction, Donald took his cue, extended his arm to his wife and led her to the platform. Donald could see the low bed on the platform on which Song Lee would cuckold him in front of these witnesses.

"Who gives this woman to become a slut?" Dr. Perry asked.

"I do," replied Donald, his cock as hard as it had ever been, pre-cum dripping like an leaky faucet.

"Who is to be your bull?" Dr. Perry asked Song Lee.

"Lionel," she answered.

"Donald, you may ask Lionel to be Song Lee's bull and cuckold you."

"Lionel," Donald began, his dick twitching and bobbing and drooling, "please accept my wife Song Lee as a slut. She and I both request that you fuck her and cuckold me. She has seen pictures of your cock and becomes completely wet at the thought of that monstrous black prick slamming in and out of her cunt. 

"I am eager to get Song Lee a proper fucking, something I am unable to provide her due to the stunted nature of my dick. I am unable to make her cum with my dick, and therefore, would appreciate a superior man, a black man with superior cock to perform my marital obligations to Song Lee for me. You would do me a great honor to allow me to become your cuckold. I beseech you, please fuck Song Lee and shoot your cum in her cunt."

Lionel extended his hand to Song Lee and assisted her up onto the platform. Donald returned to the bar where Loretta stood next to Damien. Damien smiled at Donald as Loretta dabbed his dripping cock.

"Sluts, prepare your bulls," said Dr. Perry.

Song Lee, Ruthie, and Penny dropped to their knees and grabbed the black cock in front of their faces. Guiding the black meat into their mouths, the women proceeded to suck the bulls hard. When the bull had reached maximum phallic fullness, the slut turned toward Dr. Perry pointing the huge cocks in her direction.

"Cucks prepare your sluts."

Donald, Marc, and Jack walked to their respective wives. As Marc approached, Ruthie stood. Reaching his hands under her skirt, Marc slid Ruthie's thong panties down her legs and she stepped out. 

Lifting the panties to his face, Marc took a deep breath and licked the wet crotch of the panty. Holding the wetness to his cheek, Marc nodded at Dr. Perry signaling that his wife was ready. 

Jack repeated the same activities with Penny. However, as Song Lee attempted to rise, Lionel placed his hand on top of her head. He spoke to Donald.

"I appreciate you offering Song Lee to me for cuckolding. I have, however, decided not to be the one to perform that for you. Rather, I have decided to let your pretty wife suck me off instead. I understand that she has mastered the technique of 'deep throat' and I am eager to have her beautiful lips around the base of my cock. After she has completed sucking me off, she will be free to choose another who will complete your cuckolding."

With that, Donald was dismissed and had to return to the couples, and cucks at the bar. He was dejected as he realized that Song Lee would be relegated to one of the young recruits rather than a prime bull. It humiliated him to know that he was only good enough for a trainee to get his job done for him. 

Marc and Jack gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Even Loretta leaned over giving him a peck on the cheek.

Ruthie and Penny took up positions on all fours, on padded mats on the floor. Jerome positioned himself behind Penny and the other recruit behind Ruthie. Both recruits fully entered the women in one deep stroke. Both women gasped and moaned. 

All eyes shifted to the platform where Song Lee knelt facing Lionel's massive 11" black monster. Song Lee had never deep throated any cock that size before and she began slowly.

Licking the big dick, Song Lee made sure to lubricate the full length of the cock shaft. She knew lubrication would be critical if she were to succeed in her formidable task. Now she began to accept the cock head and shaft into her mouth. 

Three inches in, then out. Five inches in, then out. Seven inches in and the cock head was entering her throat. Pulling the cock out until just the head was between her lips, Song Lee breathed deeply and shoved her head down again. Nine inches filled her mouth. This was as much as she'd ever taken into her throat. It was also the most any woman had ever taken of Lionel.

"Damn, she's almost there!" Lionel exclaimed, "No slut has ever had that much of me in her mouth before."

Song Lee forced her head down again. Nine-and-a-half inches. Up and down, up and down, Song Lee slammed her mouth over that lovely hard cock. But she was only approaching the ten-inch mark. 

Pulling her mouth completely off Lionel's dick, Song Lee reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle of liquid KY jelly. Squeezing copious amounts onto the black pole, she stroked it up and down to make sure everything was completely slick.

"Whoa," kidded Lionel, "keep that up and I'll shoot just from the hand job." There was laughter from the sluts and nervous chuckles from the cucks.

Song Lee went back to work, sliding her mouth slowly back onto Lionel's cock. Again, she got to the ten-inch mark but seemed to lack the neck strength to complete her mission. Grabbing Lionel's hand she placed it on the back of her head. 

Lionel understood, and when Song Lee next slid her mouth down that glistening ebony shaft, Lionel waited till she was almost there, then holding the back of her head, thrust his hips forward shoving that last stubborn inch down Song Lee's throat. Holding her in place with her lips touching his belly and balls, the guests cheered. Donald's pride began to swell again.

The recruits began to pick up their pace as Lionel began fucking Song Lee's mouth in earnest. He and Song Lee were in silhouette and on each stroke he withdrew his entire cock so the guests could appreciate the enormity of it. Then, into Song Lee's mouth it went until her lips cuddled the base. Back and forth he went. In and out went the recruits. 

Penny was the first to lose it, screaming that she was cumming, screaming that the black dick was entering her uterus. Penny's orgasm triggered Jerome's and Ruthie's both. The other recruit followed close behind telling Ruthie how he was shooting his cum inside her pussy. 

Then it was Lionel's turn. He began to grunt. "That's it slut, suck that cum out. Mmmm, yeah, get it all. Damn your mouth is so sweet. Suck that cum, baby, take it all. Oh, that's it swallow it all. Of course, Song Lee did just that. The room erupted in applause. Even Dr. Perry clapped.

Ruthie, Penny, and the recruits had arrived at the bar as Song Lee and Lionel approached seeking alcoholic refreshment. Lionel's drooling cock hung long and limp as he chucked Loretta under the chin.

"Looks like you might have some competition, sweetheart," the big-cocked black said, grinning. 

Loretta didn't smile. Instead, she slipped two fingers under Lionel's cock head and scooped up the last of the cum oozing there. Throwing her head back, she made an erotic display of holding her fingers above her open mouth and letting the cum string drip down before licking her fingers clean.

"Damn! You are good, I'll give you that," smiled Lionel as he watched the chubby hottie swallow. This time Loretta smiled back.

Sipping from a glass of champagne, Dr. Perry, looked at Song Lee, and said, "Looks like you need to pick another bull for Donald's cucking. Who will it be? Jerome or Harry?"

Looking quizzically at Dr. Perry, Song Lee slipped her hand through Damien's arm, and asked, "What about this one?"

Shrugging her shoulders as if to say, whatever you want, it's your day, Dr. Perry took Damien's arm and led him to the platform. 

No screamed Donald's mind! Not that kid! Anybody but him. Donald didn't think he could bear it. This kid, this still-in-high-school 18 year old had already gotten more than Donald ever had at 18. And now he would get Donald's prized Asian wife? Song Lee was going to cuckold him with a virtual child?

"You don't want him, he's just a kid, he has no experience," Donald whispered into Song Lee's ear in a futile attempt to change her mind.

"Ooooh, but he's so yummy," answered Song Lee, "just a baby but I'll bet he has a big dick. Plus he hasn't cum already like the others."

"But one of the recruits would..."

"I want Damien," Song Lee cut Donald off with finality. 

"Jeez," Lynne began, not even making an effort to whisper, "how embarrassing. His wife is going to cuck him with a boy."

"Shhh," whispered Penny breathlessly, "this is really getting me hot. Damn, I wish I'd cucked Jack with a kid like him."

Donald escorted his wife to the platform. There, he begged a high school boy to fuck her as he never could. When Damien nodded his acceptance, Donald reached under Song Lee's skirt and slid her thong panties off before walking back to the bar with their wetness touching his lips.

Song Lee began by stripping her young bull naked. Kneeling, she deep-throated Damien. His moan of sheer pleasure provided her with all the evidence she needed to know this was not something the teenager had experienced. Finally, Song Lee lay on her back and invited the big cocked black boy to mount her.

Loretta touched Donald's arm and nodded to the small bucket behind the bar. Donald reached for it and was led into the center of the room about six feet from the platform. As he watched his lovely fifty-one year old Asian wife writhe in complete pleasure, Donald knelt on the floor placing the wastebasket in front of him. Using the first two fingers and thumb of his right hand, Donald was finally permitted to relieve his aching cock.

Given all that had happened that day it didn't take any of the happy trio long to reach an explosive orgasm. Song Lee was first, screaming Damien's name and thanking him for everyone to hear. Of course her climax also lasted longer than either of the others and she continued cumming even after they were done.

Song Lee's verbal outburst triggered Donald and Damien into nearly simultaneous orgasms as their ecstasy followed close behind her own. Donald shot his load into the waste bucket while the teen emptied his into Donald's wife's cunt. For Donald, the maddening daylong flow of pre-cum had finally ceased.

Back at the bar, everyone toasted the evening's activities. Loretta greeted Damien by saying it looks like somebody needed a good cleaning up. She was shocked, disappointed, and angered to see Penny sliding to her knees and sucking from his limp cock the remnants of his fuck with Donald's desirable wife. Remnants that Loretta, as the group's fluffer in residence, believed should have been rightfully hers.

The "reception" lasted long into the night with the wives taking several turns with each of the black males and the cucks taking their turns with the wastebasket.

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[Author's note: this concludes this series. For those that enjoy this genre, please vote and let me know your opinions.]