How does a happily married, middle-aged, straight, white guy end up with a black cock in his mouth?

Let me tell you a story ………

Picture the scene ….

A busy, city-bound commuter train at 7.45am Wednesday morning, with most of the seats already taken.

One of the window seats is occupied by an average, middle-aged, office worker on his routine, daily commute.

Clive is his name. A slim, well-dressed, mild-mannered, white male who is average in every way, with a mortgage, a loving wife and two young school-kids.

Just another ordinary Joe on his way to his boring yet secure office job in the city.

But Clive has a secret. He’s become addicted to internet porn.

At first it was fairly innocent lesbian porn, where horny young babes with eager, hot tongues would lovingly pleasure each other’s vaginas.

He’d found that vids of regular couples having ordinary sex were far too bland, but when two rampant males were going at a horny and willing, young nymph, well, that was certainly better.

Soon it became two well-hung, young studs who’d enthusiastically take care of a mature, horny milf.

A married milf, cheating on her husband behind his back.

Would his own wife ever do such a thing, he’d asked himself? She certainly had a high libido, and was very nubile and sexy for her age.

Nah, he’d finally concluded. She’d never open her legs for anyone but him.

But when he was alone in his den and surfing those cuckolding porn sites, such thoughts made his cock grow much harder than usual. In fact, harder than it had ever been before.

He liked that feeling, and his internet searches sought out ever more perverse scenes of cuckolding and cheating. Of neglected wives who’d offer themselves to assertive and forceful young men.

And there were plenty of sites along that theme. Dozens of mature, white wives giving themselves to controlling and potent, young bulls.

Young, black bulls, with big, thick, black cocks which seemingly stayed rock hard for hours.

Domineering and arrogant black bulls who treated those cheating, white wives like trash.

They became his favourite, go-to entertainment.

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But some of the white wives were assertive, and met their black bulls on equal terms.

These were the white wives who’d openly told their husbands they were going to seek out and take a black lover. And when their wimp husbands hadn’t regained control by crushing such wanton notions, that’s exactly what these white wives would go and do.

Taunting their husbands, boasting they were being regularly serviced by an Alpha, black bull ….. who would sometimes bring a few of his friends.

The husbands of these wives were wimps, accepting this new situation with barely a word of objection.

‘Could I accept such a situation?’ Clive had asked of himself, hoping he’d never have to face that dilemma.

…………………….

But the question remained, and seemed to demand an answer.

Would he remain craven and silent, knowing his wife was regularly and willingly opening her legs for a domineering and arrogant, young, black bull ……. or bulls?

If he spoke out against such outrage, the devastating fallout may cause him to lose the wonderful home and family he’d so diligently worked so hard to create.

He wouldn’t want to go back to square one. He may have to allow his wife her indulgence.

But would she then want unfettered, free reign?

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Some of the sites he’d been watching of late had strong tones of hypnosis, with ASMR whispers of suggestion and inducement, which were gnawing at Clive’s sense of self-worth.

Yes, he recalled them now. Multiple times, over and over, insistent whispering voices which told him he was a weak and worthless cuckold …… that his wife deserved better sex than he could possibly provide …… that her slim and sexy body was worthy of much greater attention …..

A gentle mist of serenity seemed to pervade his whole being as those whispering voices told him he was helpless and worthless. Perhaps he was ….. or perhaps that’s what he wanted to be.

They became his subliminal mantra …

“You know you are weak-willed and useless, so why even try crawl out from under your lowly status. Just relax and go with the flow, and let superior beings decide your future and fate for you.”

……….

Allowing a superior a third party would certainly remove the stress of making those tough decisions.

But adopting such a notion would surely allow malignant forces to steer him towards a very slippery and dangerous slope.

He then physically shook his head to clear it of such perverse notions, but later that night when alone in his den, he went back to those very same hypnotic vid-clips

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“You know you’re a useless and pathetic loser, and it’s only a matter of time before an Alpha Master steps in and takes charge of your life, and you will meekly let it all happen. It will set your wife free …… free to seek out and explore her own levels of gratification. You think you’ve tested her limits and boundaries, but they’re all in your head, and a weakling like you won’t even come close ….

…… her sexual red lines are much more blurred than you know,

…… and are certainly much more distant and fragile”

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But there were risks, another vid of whispering voices had warned him …… If her first real taste of rampant, big, black cock is far more ‘orgasmic’ than her wildest fantasies had shown her, there’s a real risk she’ll end up being addicted ….. and should that happen, and it probably will, she’ll want to share the thrill of her black-cock addiction, and you’ll find yourself wearing the same restraints as all the other weak-willed, cuckolds ….

…… the shackles of black cock domination ……..

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And so it was ……… that fateful Wednesday morning on the commuter train ……

Clive had fallen into another deep and dark muse …….

Have I really been brainwashing myself, he silently asked? Have those hypnotic whispers been turning me into a submissive and willing cuckold, just like all those other pathetic husbands I’ve been watching on the net? Those sites certainly contained a strong theme of black superiority over white.

And what about those cuckolds who’d been emasculated …… even feminized?

Could I end up being tied to a chair in the corner of my own bedroom, dressed in pink panties and sporting a blonde wig and red lipstick, and obliged to meekly watch on as a couple of intimidating and fearsome, black thugs each took turns to service my wife?

And what then of those black thugs? …… By allowing them to use my wife as their fuck-toy, they’d already taken advantage of my weakness.

Would I also end up kneeling at their feet?

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“Excuse me, may I sit here?”

The sudden question tore Clive from his tortured and perverted, dark muse.

“Yes …… yes, of course,” he answered, adjusting his posture to accommodate this sudden intrusion. The adjacent vacant seat was about to become occupied ….. and unnervingly, by a tall, brawny and bling-laden, young, black guy who’d posed the muse-breaking question.

“Busy today, huh?” the young, black guy stated ….. and as he sat himself down he seemed to purposely cause his thigh to bump into Clive’s as he did so.

“Yes, yes it is,” Clive quietly answered, without diverting his blank stare from straight ahead, as he disturbingly felt a slight twinge in his loins.

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The two men sat side by side in silence for several long minutes.

“Off to work?” the young, black guy suddenly asked.

“Yes,” Clive quietly answered, unable to suppress a deep gulp for air immediately after. This young man’s presence was slightly unnerving, and Clive wasn’t inclined to engage him in conversation.

“I’m already at work,” the young man surprisingly continued.

“Mmm”, Clive hummed a blank response from his straight forward gaze, not grasping any significance in his words, nor wanting to.

“Didn’t you hear me, man? I’m already at work,” the young man pressed.

“I hear you,” Clive answered, totally oblivious to its meaning, before turning his blank stare towards the window.

“Fishing,” the young man continued, leaning across and quietly breathing the word directly into Clive’s ear.

Clive tried to ignore this brazen invasion of his personal space, but as this this young man continued to hold his face at Clive’s ear, he felt a hand on the lapel of his jacket, then slowly ease its way into the confines of its hidden depths. Clive froze in abject horror and stunned fear, as he felt a firm thumb deliberately toying with his nipple through the fabric of his shirt, causing the stirrings of a perverse and unwanted erection..

“Fishing for a man just like you,” the young man continued to breathe in Clive’s ear.

Clive remained totally motionless and frozen in fear, with a silent, blank stare out through the window, as the trespassing manipulations continued inside his jacket.

“My, my, you are an easy bitch …. now gulp down my bait,” the young man breathed a taunt in Clive’s ear ….. then, after an unnerving, long pause where neither man moved ……..

“Congratulations, you just have done, … swallowed it, hook and line and sinker.”

Clive felt another, even stronger, sharp twinge in his loins. This intimidating young man was pushing all of Clive’s buttons …. buttons which Clive hoped no-one would ever find and then push ….. he knew they could bring him undone.