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My husband has an okay dick, but he is such a cuckold. I have always wanted to get my hands on a big black chocolate staff…something about that dark skin pumping in and out of my pussy just turns me on.

When I started my new job and noticed an incredibly burly and handsome black gentleman working alongside me, I knew I had my chance. I would unbutton the top button of my shirt and walk up to him, bend over, and smile seductively. It didn’t take him long to take the hint.

Soon we were making out in the copy room and fucking in the mop closet. When he first noticed my wedding ring he thought it was just a joke, but after I told him I was married the fun really started. My husband wasn’t due home for a few hours, so we started the fun without him.

I let him fuck me on the bed that me and my husband share, ramming his massive black cock into me over and over again. When my husband came through the door we were fucking on our kitchen table, me bent over and I was screaming loudly. My husband was so shocked that he dropped his brief case on the floor along with his jaw, but we didn’t stop.

He just watched as this big black cock filled my pussy in our interracial cuckold trust. After I came for the fifth time that night I grabbed my husband and shoved him on to the couch, making him lick the cum off of my pussy before grabbing my new boy toys cock and shoving it into his mouth. My husband didn’t like the taste of chocolate at first, but after

I shamed him by taking out his own cock and showing him how small it was in comparison the cuckold  gave in and watched me get fucked over and over again around out house. Things were getting a little too dirty for us, so we moved to the shower where the two of us had out final hoorah where I felt like such a cuckoldress before I sent my lover on his way.

Needless to say my cuckold husband does just about anything I want him to do. I can’t wait to bring in another big black cock for some interracial fucking in the kitchen, bathroom or living room and maybe we’ll make some cuckold videos.

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Am I A cuckold?

If you’re like any normal person, you most likely don’t have the slightest idea of what the strange, funny sounding word “cuckold” means. But then again, if you’re here reading this then you should at least be familiar with it in some way. But if you’re still confused, there is a very simple explanation. The husband (referred to as the cuckold) watches his wife derive sexual pleasure from other men, in this case, big, muscular black guys with huge dicks. Known as the cuckoldress, she seeks to humiliate the cuckold as much as possible; a key element in the parameters of the fetish.

And in this case, he must have done something to truly get her pissed off, because she takes on three dudes at once, with cocks that are at least twice as massive as his own! Imagine watching your wife suck and fuck a few guys who are incomprehensibly better at pleasing a woman than you could ever be. That’s exactly what happens to this poor cuckold.

He watches with a look of tolerance on his face, yet the inner-most state of mind is most likely that of complete turmoil as he witnesses three humongous black meat cleavers thrust their way deeper and deeper into his wife’s fuck holes. Every orifice is plugged up with a hard, vascular dick that is getting ready to ejaculate all over her pretty white face, lower back, and abdomen.

Although this seemingly abhorrent act is consensual, its purpose is simply to humiliate the cuckold (or cuckolds) as much as possible, via hardcore interracial sex! She screams with pleasure as one guy penetrates her through her tight, moist, velvety beef curtains, one through her clean, inviting, lubricated poop hole, and last but not least, one forcefully gags her as he rams his cock down her slobbery throat. As if that isn’t humiliating enough, it is often required that the cuckold fixes them a meal when they’re done fucking his wife!

Cuckolding has been around for quite some time, but only in relatively recent human history has it been adapted into a fetish activity. There are all kinds of cuckolding videos here, and there will undoubtedly be one that will satisfy your sick, outlandish needs! Hey, perhaps you could even produce your own cuckolding video with which to share with the world! But remember, this is about humiliation; are you sure you can handle it?

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I licked and spit and sucked his cock and it was bigger and harder and he gently laid me on the bed as he spread my legs apart to expose my freshly waxed white pussy that was dripping with my juices. He lapped up the juices like a dog in a water dish and then he slowly entered me with is cock. I was tight because I haven’t been fucked in years. I told him I was sorry and he said that he would rather be in a tight pussy and feel that he was in there than in a stretched out pussy that’s been fucked constantly and it wouldn’t feel good.

He thrust into me several times and then his entire length was inside me as I was guessing it was about 8 inches in length and about 3 inches thick. He pumped in and out of me and I came twice all over his cock. He pulled out and put me on all fours and it was doggy style for a bit as he teased me and then teased that he was going to fuck me in my big white ass. I felt uneasy about it as never have done it before, EVER. He said that he would take it slow and he would stop if I asked and if it was hurting me. He was gentle and a little at a time and finally he got it in and I wanted it in there harder and harder and he did just that.

As he was getting harder he told me that he had to cum and I told him I wanted to taste what he had to offer and then shoot the rest on my face,tits and body. When I say he came, he came so much it was like a mini flood. He tasted like I had to have this all the time. We laid on the bed and agreed to shower and then into the hot tub. We cleaned each other off in the shower and and we kissed and hugged and finally got out. We toweled off and never made it to the hot tub as we fell asleep on the bed. After waking up to that sexy black man next to me I knew I was going to be okay.

I went into the kitchen to see what fixing I had to make us breakfast. I decided to make pancakes and bacon and he woke up and came behind me when I was at the stove and told me he had the most wonderful time that he has ever had and I had to agree because it was that way for me. It wasn’t just getting laid and fucked and sucking cock, like it used to be for me. I felt as if this relationship was going somewhere. As much as Jaime liked working for me he offered to get another job somewhere so it wouldn’t be awkward for us in the office and I told him he didn’t have to that he was very well liked there and we wouldn’t let our personal lives affect our business relationships and with our bosses.

It’s been 5 years now and Jaime and I will be celebrating our second wedding anniversary. The bosses are thrilled with our relationship and I do a lot of work home these days and Jaime is on the road visiting the clients and allowing the bosses to work from the office or from home. He received a promotion last week and he will be training someone next month. I am also pregnant with our first child and I had a series of tests to check that the baby was okay didn’t have any issues because of my past drug problems or drinking issue and they assured me that all is well.

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I felt Jim's fat cockhead at the entrance to my wet hole and I held my
breath for a second waiting to feel it slide through my ass ring and into
my hole.  He had lubed his cock up and probed my hole a few times,
stretching it out and making me moan into Michelle's clit. Ed looked over
his shoulder and smiled when he saw Jim starting to ease his thick 7" cut
cock into my tight hole.  With a gentle constant push, Jim slid his cock
deep into my ass right to his trimmed pubes.  He has a slight upwards curve
to his cock and the head was being held right against my prostate.  He knew
exactly where my hot spot was and he just thrust a little against my lump
and sent electricity racing through my entire body.  I clamped my ass tight
around his cock and he started a nice slow fuck in and out of my twitching
hole.

Everyone was having a nice leisurely fuck for a while.  The room was filled
with grunting and moaning from the porn and from all of us on the floor.
Jim pulled out of my ass and I could feel the air against my gaping hole.
I wanted to feel that big cock back in there, but suddenly Jim crawled up
behind Ed and gently pulled my finger from Ed's ass.  Ed must have wondered
why I stopped because he looked over his left shoulder just as Jim pushed
his big cock right up snug against Ed's asshole.

I couldn't believe the view I had from the floor looking upwards.  Ed's
thick cock in Michelle's now practically gushing wet pussy and Jim starting
to push his thick cockhead into Ed's hole.

Fuckin' HOT!

I reached down and started to stroke my uncut dripping cock while
continuing to lick and watch the hot action.  Jim had scooted forward a
little as he slid his cock into Ed's ass in order to ensure he got the full
length of his cock deep in Ed's guts.

Soon the three of them were all talking dirty fuck talk to one another and
urging one another to cum while they thrashed and thrust right above my
head.  Ed was first to let go.  He told everyone in the room that he
couldn't handle the feelings on his cock and in his ass any longer and just
had to cum inside Michelle.  With a roar, he thrust balls deep into
Michelle's pussy and froze.  I could see his cock and balls pumping a hot
load of seed into Michelle and reached up to cup his balls and squeeze as
much out as possible.  Jim pounded into Ed's ass for another 20 seconds or
so then asked Ed where he wanted his load.  Ed told him to blow in his guts
and Jim started madly pounding Ed's stretched hole.  Once again, I could
see a set of balls draw up and Jim's balls started pulsing as he shot a
huge load of cum deep inside Ed's hole.

Jim pulled his cock out of Ed's hole and I could see cum still dripping
from his slit.  I pulled his cock towards my mouth and cleaned the cum from
the top of his cock to the base.  He sat back and grinned as Ed slowly
pulled out of Michelle's pussy.  I asked Ed to kneel beside Michelle when
he pulled out.  Jim leaned over and cleaned all the cum from Ed's red cummy
cockhead and pushed Michelle forward onto the footrest in front of her.
Her tummy rested mid-chair and her tits hung over the front a little while
her puffy pussy rested on the edge.  I leaned forward and grabbed her two
nipple rings from behind and started to twist them and pull and tweak. At
the same time, I buried my face into her cummy hole and started to suck and
lick Ed's hot cum from her snatch.
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I get to work, note the confusion and mess and noise and dusty men everywhere in the lobby, and think to myself Oh, damn! They’re finally moving another tenant into the building. Well, it was nice having the building to ourselves while it lasted! Three out of four empty floors, and the last taken up by the little software company I contract for. So quiet. So many good parking spaces! Well, the quiet is certainly gone now. And the parking spaces will follow it into history.

As I’m waiting for the elevator to come, I glance over at the workmen who are busily doing something far beyond my comprehension with pieces of wood and huge tarps and paint. Well, I may not understand it, but at least it moves, I think, as I wait for the slowest elevator in the world to arrive to take me up to my floor. Some of the guys working in the lobby are glancing my way, checking me out, trying to figure out what I look like under my business suit, I guess. Well, they’re allowed to look, just as I am. I hear my elevator ding and stand in front of the doors, but off to the side so people can get out.

Oh brother, more workmen! Beep, beep! Let `em through first-—they’re bigger than me after all. Oh wow, look at the really tall dark-skinned guy in the back. Lovely glowing black skin, rippling with muscles, and, on top, oh my, that adorable baby face that so many young black men seem to have these days. I stare at Mr. Gorgeous in open admiration–can’t help myself, he’s just my type—but unlike the other dusty gentlemen, he does not look my way once! As he exits the elevator, he keeps his eyes straight ahead and brushes by so close to me it makes me think he doesn’t even see me there! I blush and look down in confusion: I may not be the prettiest woman in the world, but I’m not that bad looking. I’m especially not used to going unnoticed in this way. Oh well, he’s probably got some gorgeous girlfriend waiting for him at home that would make someone like me fade into the woodwork. A guy like that could have any woman he wanted—light or dark. Well I’m sort of in-between, hee hee, so I have both sides covered. Shut up, undie-brains, he’s NOT interested in you! Period!

Still, I can’t get him off my mind. I find it hard to concentrate on my work and catch myself staring off into space thinking of Mr. Gorgeous’s beautiful dark eyes and riveting bone structure. Mmmmmm. Wonder how long the workmen are going to be here?

I look for this guy when I leave work, but do not see him, or any of the other workmen, for that matter. I consider briefly going walking down some of the empty halls, just to check out what they’re doing, you know, observe their progress and maybe ask a few questions about the future residents of this floor, then laugh at myself for that transparent self-lie.

The next morning I decide not to dress as conservatively. While I still wear a suit jacket (my cardinal rule: never go to the client’s site without one) it’s a short casual tweed that hangs open over a form fitting cream ribbed sweater and a tight brown plaid skirt, about two inches shorter than I’d normally wear to work. Under the skirt I’ve got some dark brown tights that look great with the skirt. Some nice brown leather pumps give me an extra three inches of height and give my long legs that wonderful shape to that only heels do. I look positively collegiate! As usual, my butt sticks out too much in back, but there’s nothing to be done about it. Apparently the workmen like college girls, because when I enter the lobby I get glance after glance after glance and three or four nodding hellos. I look around for MY workman and see him over at the end of the lobby, near a corner. Mr. Gorgeous is facing my way, but again appears to not even see me. He can’t possibly miss me, but still, his eyes stare through me emptily, as if no one was standing in my spot. What the hell is his problem, I ask myself as I sigh in frustration. Boy, that must be some hot mama who’s warming his bed each night. I know what this outfit does to most men, and it doesn’t make them ignore me. I get into my elevator and give him one more longing look before the doors clothes. If I’m not mistaken, there’s a faint sneer on those beautiful features. All right, Mr. Stuck Up, be that way. This is war!

No it’s not, I conclude half an hour later when I AGAIN can’t keep my mind on my work. I manage to make it till ten o’clock, then, on the pretext of going on a break, head downstairs, purportedly to go outside to “clear my head and get some sun.” Just who am I trying to fool? There he is, still on the first floor, hammering on something and with his shirt off, sexier than ever. And I have to walk by him to get to the benches on the patio! I keep my eyes down (easy to do—it’s unnerving having all those guys staring at me) and don’t look at Mr. Gorgeous until I’m almost upon him. Then I glance up quickly and flash him my widest, friendliest grin. The other guys near him start laughing and calling out to him (his name is Brian, what a cute name!) when they see this but he only gives me a small curt nod, just the barest acknowledgement of my existence. Man, this guy is a tough case!

Outside the usual peace of the patio is broken by more workmen doing stuff. There’s some kind of dust in the air and an annoying electrical saw is whining. I make it through my fifteen minutes, however, as I’m too embarrassed to just sit there for a couple and then go back in. That would be too obvious I think. I’ve taken my jacket off in the sun, and decide not to put it back on until I’m back in the elevator. I walk briskly but with very small steps by Mr. Gorgeous, swinging my hips just slightly. I look at him again, and wonder of wonders HE’s smiling at me! What a beautiful smile he has! My elation doesn’t last very long however.

Him, clearly condescending: “Do you know that you’ve got cement dust all over the back of your skirt?”

Me, blushing deeply: “Uh, no! I uh didn’t! Thank you for telling me!”

Him, victorious: “No problem!”

In the midst of my humiliation, I have one of those rare mental flashes that I think of as inspired. It occurs to me to brush the cement dust off my bottom right there next to him, with my back to him. So I do, very businesslike and efficient, that is, if you can be businesslike and efficient brushing your hands over every inch of your too-large ass in front of a group of staring men.

Me, innocently: “Could you tell me if I got it all?”

Him, amused: “No you missed a couple of spots on the left side.”

Me, after brushing again: “Now?”

Him, chuckling: “No, you’d better go look at yourself in a mirror.”

I turn around and flash him another huge smile, “OK, I’ll do that!” and go off to my elevator. Once again, the guys start chuckling and talking to him as soon as I start to step away. “So…who won that round?” I giddily ask myself, thinking about one of the silliest questions I’d ever seen posted on the World Wide Web. “If there was a body parts war, who would win? The penises or the vaginas?” It seemed a straight draw to me.

The next few days pass with little change. The handsome workman and I have reached the stage of smiling buddies. I always smile at him first and he now grins back. It makes my day to see his face light up that way. And oh jeez, he has a DIMPLE! I’ve also noticed that after one of those smiles the seat of my office chair is always damp when I go to lunch. Unda, you are disgusting!

On one such day, at lunch, I head down to the lobby with a few of the women programmers. We’re all going to go to lunch at a nearby Mexican restaurant that one of the women really loves. As we go down in the elevator, we start to giggle and talk about the workmen. I tell them which one I think is cute and most of them agree he’s a doll, but they also think he’s mean because he never seems to notice them. In the hallway, we’re giggling again, typical female gang behavior, and, as we walk by Mr. Gorgeous on our way out to the cars, I look at him, stick my tongue out at him really fast, and then flash a smile. He chuckles when he sees that. Today is a chuckles day! All RIGHT! I’m walking on air.

I have no idea of what I ate for lunch that day. No idea at all. My stomach’s a bundle of nerves all afternoon long, however, and finally, around two hours before I usually go home, I decide to call it a day. I’m not getting anything done in this state. I’m glad I contract and can set my own hours, more or less. I say goodbye to the people around me, then head out into the hall. As I’m waiting for the ever-slow elevator, I have a second inspiration. Two great ideas in one week is pretty unusual for me. I wonder what’s going on. Dumb question, Unda. Necessity is the mother of invention, etc.

I turn away from the elevator and head around the corner for the stairwell. I have noticed that Mr. Gorgeous is often not in the lobby in the afternoons, and my great idea is to find out where he might be. I go down one flight of stairs to the third floor. I listen at the fire door for men’s voices, don’t hear anything, and decide to go in. I’m feeling not unlike a fool now, wandering these empty corridors. But I wander them thoroughly, checking out every room. Nothing. No one. So, of course, the girl who never gives up goes down to the SECOND floor and starts nosing around. I don’t have to nose far. Oh Jesus, there he is, painting a hallway wall. And he’s ALL ALONE! He looks up, not smiling, as my heels tap out my presence. Me, suddenly abashed: “Hi there. Um, do you know where the ladies room is on this floor?”

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