A Cuckold Trilogy

[Rolf]

The Trish saga continues... A little about the main bull in this story. Keelon was pretty much just another dude from the hood. Stood about 5' 9". Certainly no saint. He was locked up at seventeen, and paroled after five years. By the time Trish and her friends hired him, he was about 28 or 29. He had already had six sons. So he was a fertile fucker. Brandi and her other business partners weren't too keen about hiring him. But Trish insisted they give him a chance. Stating that he's made some mistakes. But that she thought he was sincere and deserved another chance. And it turned out he was a good worker, and had a lot of respect for Trish, despite his rough exterior, and somewhat brash demeanor. The man did have kind of a short fuse. There was a bitterness about him because he believed the system and society were stacked against him. But Trish and her nurturing nature had some sort of calming effect on him. I wouldn't say he was particularly handsome. But he didn't have a bad physique. And pretty nice guns from pumping iron in prison and keeping up a regime after release. He tried to maintain an attractive appearance with gold earrings and bling. After some time, Brandi said to Trish, "I guess you were right about him. He seems to be working out well. And nothing's missing." "Oh Brandi, have faith in people.", said Trish. "Can I confide in you?", Trish asked Brandi. "Sure." "That toned dark body. That bad boy image and rebellious nature. It kind of turns me on." "Oh Trish, you're ....terrible!", said Brandi doing a face palm. "But I have to admit.", Brandi continued. "I saw him out back cleaning the delivery area. He looked pretty good with his shirt off." Trish smiled and nodded in agreement.
~ To be continued

 

[Rolf]

The Trish saga continues... Well Sunday came around. I called Trish early that day to find out if she still didn't need me to come early to help out. "No.", she said. "The guys just arrived and I'm sure they can handle everything. You're more than welcome to join us at 5:00. I'll send out for some pizza. You're going to bring some wine, right?" "Sure. anything else?" "Bring a bottle of white and red.", she said. "Oh," she continued. "I promised the guys I'd pay them for their trouble. But they're being rather humble about. Saying that's okay. We're glad to do it. Could you be a doll and bring them both $50 cash?" "But you said they were being gracious about it. And you're going to treat them to food and drinks later. Isn't that enough? Don't you have any cash?" "They won't take any money from me. But they'll take it from you. No questions asked. Please." "Sure, sure.", I said rather reluctantly. "Great! We'll see you later."
I got to her house a little early. She came to the door in shorts, T-shirt, and her hair pulled back. "You're a little early.", she said. "Ok, so it's 4:50 and not 5:00. So sue me!" She smiled and told me to come in. "Whew!", she said as we were walking towards her dining room. "We got a lot accomplished today. I'd like to do something with Amber's room. Like a guest room." "Perhaps I can use it if I'm ever over.", I said. "Why would you stay over?", she said. "I don't know. I remember when you first had me over years ago. And you were showing me around. We peeked into your bedroom. And you said, 'This room's off limits to you.' and winked. I figured since it's not your bedroom." She just smiled and shook her head.
The guys had finished washing up, and had just came down. She introduced them. "You know Keelon.", I shook my head yes. "And this is his friend Frost." "How's it going guys?", I asked. They didn't seem too thrilled I was there. It's like they had gazed through the glass and saw something good was going to happen with them and Trish. And I was crowding them. "Craig is a friend of mine. He has something for you." I handed them both a fifty dollar bill. And they took it without thanking me. Looking at Keelon, in a tank top, slightly drooping jeans, and boots. Not good looking or highly intelligent. And he kind of lisped when he talked. His gold jewelry matched his gold tooth. But I can kind of see why he aroused Trish. He had a chiseled, very dark-complected physique. His buddy Frost was younger. A bit taller and thin. Medium-dark complected with a goatee and dredds. "I'm going to freshen up now.", said Trish. "The pizza should be here soon. I paid online. Could you take care of the tip?" "Yes.", I said. "Oh, and pour me a glass of white wine. I'll be right down. And fix these guys a *******." Boy, did I really feel like the go-for, cuck servant. But actually I didn't mind. I had experience being a cuck. And I anticipated, I'll finally get in Trish's bedroom, at least in a servile way.
Trish came back down. Her hair down and smelling pretty. She was wearing a semi long skirt, and a sexy, sleeveless top. And bare feet with her toenails painted a deep pink. "Girrrrllll! Hot sex on a platta!", exclaimed Keelon. "Woo-hah! French vanilla (sexy white woman)!" said Frost enthusiastically. Well we ate and had some drinks and rapped. It was turning into a rather nice evening. Then Frost pulled something resembling a cigar out of his pocket. Keelon yelled, "Hayell Naww! (Hell no)" "S'matter Big K? You used to love this *******.", said Frost. "Aw yeah! It's all good! I ain't gotta drop for anyone (******* test)." "Y'all in for d'is?", Frost asked the rest of us. "Oh!", said Trish. "I've never had it that way though. Sure, I'm game!" "What about him?", referring to me. "I'll try a little.", I said. He looked at Keelon, like he had to get his approval even though it was his own weed. Keelon nodded approvingly. You see, Keelon and Frost came from the same hood, and Frost admitted he jocked Keelon. Meaning idolize. He torched it up and passed it around. I got a little looped. But I didn't have as much as the other three. They were feeling no pain. And Trish got up and went to Keelon. "Come here!", she said. He got up and she gave him a kiss. Then she cupped his head in her hands and drank from his lips as though for nourishment. "Ho *******!", he said. "Damn you fine!" "He (meaning me) gave you your tribute. I have my own way of paying you. Both of you. To my bedroom!" "Faril dough (for real)!", said Frost. She pointed to me and said, "You finally get to see my bedroom." And she motioned for me to come. Keelon objected. "NO!" he said to me. She put her arm around Keelon and said, "Babe, you've always expressed your resentment of the white man. This will be payback... and fun! He's already proved a good little servant." He smiled and said, "I know tha's right!" "Come on.", she said. And Keelon and Frost both took an arm. And I followed them to their room.
We got to her room. Her bed and furniture had an old fashioned flair to it, but tasteful. She had a huge bed with many pillows and a plush, smartly patterned comforter. She lit some candles and dimmed the lights. Frost still couldn't believe I was there. He said to Keelon, "What kinda ******* is this for white people?" "Hey", said Keelon. "Ya just gotta let yer nutz hang! (be yourself)" They slapped, fist bumped and hand clasped. And disrobed. "What about di's foo?", Keelon asked of me. "He can sit in that chair facing us.", Trish said. "I have something for him." She opened her top bureau drawer and pulled out a chastity device and threw it at me. "Here, take your clothes off and put this on." "You want him to...?", Keelon said in astonishment. So I disrobed completely. Then I heard the snickering from the other three. Trish was standing between them with her arms around both. All completely nude. "Look at that pathetic, little white pepe!", she said. "Now sit yer ass down and put that thing on!", ordered Keelon. Trish pulled a piece of rope from the drawer. She said, "Keelon, tie his hands behind the chair babe." He tied my hands tight and wagged his fist at me. "Don't make me Rodney King yer ass!" Then he walked back to Trish. His big Mandingo dick hanging slightly above his knee. He said, "It's on!" And he and Trish embraced and started kissing passionately. Then he laid back and Trish began sucking that big, thick black snake. And he was huge. Think of Mandingo the porn star. It was such a lark seeing Trish go down so passionately on that big, black dick. I could tell she really knew her way around a big dick. Frost was standing in front of the full length mirror. Fixing something on his dreds. His big dick dangling almost as big as Keelon's. Then he went over to the other two. Trish was on her knees sucking Keelon. Frost came over and rubbed her shoulders and caressed her lovely blonde hair. She stood and kissed Frost and stroked his big cock. Then she said, "Lay down on the bed. Next to your friend." He did, and she proceeded to give them both head. "Oh Big K," said Frost. "I am so down with d's. Ooooh, sheet! Yes, baby!" Then she really started going deep on Keelon, almost *******. And then coming up for air, "Hoo, yeah!", she gasped. "Hey baby," said Keelon. "Tell me you like that." "Fuck yeah!", she said. And continued to suck his cock and lick his balls. By now they were pretty impervious to me. But I was enjoying watching these three very sensuous people in action.

~ More to cum!

 

[Rolf]

The Trish saga goes on and on... This was turning into a very hot and steamy session. I was always impressed how black men could perform on demand sexually. Anytime, anywhere. With anyone watching. They are gifted in many ways! Big cocks and strong libidos!
This was a turning point in my cuckold lifestyle. Never before was I degraded as much as this. Being bound and chastised. And at times verbally humiliated. That Keelon could really hurl out the insults. He was someone you didn't want to cross. He had a reputation as a badass dude.
After a lengthy cock sucking session, the two studs pulled Trish down on the bed between them. Trish being flanked by these two incredible bulls. The two of them kissing and caressing her face and neck. And rubbing their hands all over her sexy body. "Oh, Trish baby!", Keelon remarked. "I ain' never had ma dick sucked dat good!" "Thas right!", said Frost. "Well, thank you for the opportunity to suck you both.", she said smilingly as she held both their faces in her hands. Gently stroking them.
Then Keelon got up. His big, fat dick still in a semi-erect state. And he kneeled down on the floor. He pulled Trish's legs toward the end of the bed, and spread them open. Rubbing her inner thighs. "Now Omm gonna pleasure you babe!", he said. He proceeded to eat out her mature, but still fine pussy. "Oh, yeah babes! Right there!", she exclaimed. I was really surprised at how well he was giving head. A lot of the ghetto guys aren't real good at cunnilingus. His pal Frost also partook, but not as passionately. After a while, Trish looked down at Keelon while rubbing her clit. "Hmmm, no more head jobs.", she said. "I want you to fuck me!" "Ok, baby!", he said in a deep soothing voice. His lisp was practically gone. "You sweet, sexy Trish!"
He had her lay closer to the head of the bed. He put a pillow under her head. He sat down closer to the other end. His legs spread open. "You're pretty far away stud.", she said while rubbing his thighs. "Won't be fa long baby. I gots to start out this way.", he said. "I trust your studly instincts.", she said smiling. He had a big ass Mandingo dick. Long and thick. Could have been all of 14 inches erect. Certainly no less than 12 inches. So this is how he would first approach this.
What a sight! He rubbing his big, black prized possession with his legs spread on the bed. Of all the bulls I cucked for, he was the biggest. I couldn't believe how hard he could get it, since he was so big. Trish's legs willingly spread wide open. For an older cougar lady, she still had a fine body. Still sitting up, he scooted a bit closer. And started rubbing her clit and pussy. Trish gazing up at him so approvingly. He place her legs over his. He continued rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. His big cock was now fully erect and rock hard. It extended down to his knees. It was actually such a beautiful sight. They were both looking at one another very amorously. She was nice and wet. And he guided the head of his dick into her pussy. Then he went in a little deeper using slow strokes. She was still on her back while he was still in a seated position. "Hoo, Hoo..Ooooo!", screamed Trish. After a while, he got in a little deeper. He was now five to six inches in her, giving slow but steady strokes.

**Damn! Gotta go to work. We'll pick this up later. **

~ To be continued

 

[Rolf]

Trish, Keelon, Frost and me... Trish and Keelon continued their fuck while I marveled at the sight. And Frost, on the sideline, reclining on the chaise longue stroking his big meatpole. Occasionally he'd shout out things like; "Right on Big K!", "Woo-hah! Da's cold!" He'd get back in the game soon. But right now this was Trish and Keelon's time. He was still in a seated position fucking her nice and slow. Now more than half of his big sausage was penetrating her. He pulled her legs closer to him, and was now gently rubbing her thighs with his hands. She put her hands on top of his. And while he penetrated her deeper, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, moaned and said in her quiet, passive, soft voice, "Okay, okay, okay....Oh, honey. That feels sooo good!" She had a soothing quality to her open faced beauty and soft, feminine voice. Then he started to fuck her more intensely. He got on his knees while most of his cock was in her. He placed his hands on her ass, and lifted her up slightly. He laid her back down and proceeded to fuck her missionary. By now she was real relaxed and wet, and taking most of his 14 inches.

~ To be continued

 

[Rolf]

The Trish saga... He kind of leaned back and started tweeking her fine titties while he commenced to pound her. She still had a nice, natural rack for an old gal. He then reached down with one hand and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. All the while he was thrusting his big shaft in her. She was clearly in a sheer state of awe. Then he purred out in his deep, calming voice, "You likes dat! Doncha baby?" "Oh, Yes! Yes! YES!", she cried out. He continued to rub her clit, banging her hard. She reached down her hand with his at that famous "spot." "Ooooo! Ooooooo!", she moaned. And suddenly, Old Faithful erupts. "Yes! Yes! Yesss! Oh! Oh! Oh Keelon!", screamed Trish. Her first orgasm of the night. I knew women didn't always fake it. I remember witnessing it in one my cuckold experiences with Cathy way back.
They then stood up. Keelon brushed the hair from her face. Gave her a heartfelt kiss and caressed her neck. They stood there embraced for a minute. Keelon then threw some cushions towards the head of the bed. He took Trish by the hand and guided her on top of them. Putting her in a doggie style position. I could not believe how gallant he was for a man from the hood. He gets up behind her, his big hunk of manhood still hard and practically pointing straight ahead. At first he laid his massive 14 incher oh her back. His balls on her ass crack and his big pole practically half way up her back. He fingered her pussy. And then penetrated her and commenced to fucking her doggie style. He then pumped hard; fast but not too fast. She was taking most all of it to the base. He massaged her back while drilling her. She placed her left hand on her left butt cheek, in a proud manner. She'd occasionally look back at him so approvingly. She closed her eyes briefly and mouthed a silent Ooooo, indicating she was in a state of bliss. They continued for several minutes, and he was really going to town. Smacking up to her ass. He was going so far in.
Then Frost started getting in the game. He started stroking Trish's hair, and they French kissed while Keelon was pounding her from behind. Trish, caressing Frost's face said, "Come here dear boy. I certainly don't want to deprive you." He got up on the cushions next to Trish's face. She gave him an initial hand job. Then started sucking his big wanker. She paused and said, looking at me that brief moment, "I am sooo loving this!" Rubbing my face in it. The guys giggled and said in unison, "Yes, baby! Mmmmmm!" She continued sucking Frost. He wasn't as big as Big Keelon. But he still had an impressive tool. After all, he was a brother. Keelon was fingering Trish's butthole while he was fucking her. "Hey Trish baby!", said Keelon. "Om gonna do ya in da butt!" "Whatever you say.", replied Trish. "The world is your oyster!" He pulled his dick out of her pussy. He had such a fine specimen of manhood. Fourteen inches of thick, glossy, raven black delight. He was brash, and had airs about him. But come to think of it. He had every right to be. He was all wet and lubed, stroking his prized possession. Fingering her tight butthole. "Keelon," she said. "It's been a long, long time since I've done this." "I'b all right baby, relax!", he said while rubbing her neck and shoulders. "I've never had one your size back there.", she said. "Frost.", Keelon said motioning him to get something out of his pocket. He pressed just the head of his dick in her ass. Just getting her primed and relaxed. Frost came back with a small bottle. "Oh, is that??", she asked. "A popper.", said Keelon. "Just take a small snort. It ain't gonna hurt you." Frost held it up to her nose while stroking her hair. She took a good snort and said, "I'm ready! Enter me!" Keelon held his big shaft at the base and began thrusting it in Trish's ass. "AWWW! Oh, my that feels great!", she marveled. After a while, he started fucking her harder. She taking more than half his cock up her booty hole. After he pulled out, she sat down on the bed and began sucking Keelon. Wow! I thought. Ass to mouth. Then laid back and motioned to Frost to come here. She spread for him and he fucked her on end of the bed. After a while, she wrapped her legs around him. She continued to suck Keelon while Frost was pounding her. The guys slapped hands, fist bumped, and showed signs of brotherly comradery. After a while Keelon tapped at Frost. He wanted back in the saddle. This time Trish grabbed Keelon's massive tool half way down his shaft, and guided it into her willing pussy. "I want to suck your cock, while he's fucking me.", Trish said to Frost. "You got it!", said Frost. Then Keelon picked Trish up. She wrapped her legs around him. He stood up holding her, all the time still in her. He grabbed her ass cheeks, and she rode him fast, him in the standing position. Then he laid her back on the bed, still in her. He fucked her some more. Then he said to Frost, "I'm gonna flip her." "Wrap yer legs back around me baby.", said Keelon. He laid down on the bed, on his back. His hard cock never left Trish's hole. She started riding him, and good. That hole was so wet. I could see the juices just drip down Keelon's big, black shaft. "Hooo....I think I'm going to cum again honey!", said Trish. "Frost, honey! How about a little back door action from you?", inquired Trish. "Hey, hey hey...", Keelon kind of giggled. Frost's jaw dropped. "Sheeet!", he exclaimed. "Omm in di's Bitch!" He gets behind her, while she's still passionately riding Keelon. He poked the head of his big, ebony dick in her butthole. Kind of teasing at first. Then he jams it in half way, and commenced to make slow but passionate strokes. All the while taking the bulk of Keelon's big meat on the bottom. All three parties were in a state of complete erotic bliss. Well, this was one for the books. The third time I saw a woman I craved being DP'd by two black bulls. I hearkened back to the night witnessing Cathy get down and dirty on the picnic table. And while I didn't elaborate it in the Angie story. She let me watch her get down and dirty with two black guys on my bed of all places. But what was I going to do in my bed. I just sleep there.
They kept this up a long time. Trish came again while they were DPing. They all had such impressive stamina. And I'm not at all surprised by the bull's performance. Black men can maintain an erection for a long time. And have good staying power. Most puny white, clit dicks would pop after a few minutes. Frost started really banging Trish's ass hard and fast. We already witnessed two bunny cummings. Now a bull will pop his load. Frost tilted his head back and rolled his eyes in sheer pleasure. "Aw sheet, sheet! Oh, Goddamn, Mafuka! Gonna cum!", he shouted. The sweat was really dripping off these two bulls by now. But it was so hot! Frost pulled out and shot a big load all over Trish's back. Some of it went as far as the headboard. "Oh baby, did you ever cum!", she said. She reached back and scooped a handful. She looked at it and tasted a portion of it. She put the rest in a cup on the nightstand. She started to hand him a Kleenex box, but thought. "No. We're going to let the slave clean up." Frost sat back and chilled. Lit up a blunt he had put out earlier. "Anyone want a hit?", he asked. "Right here ma man! None for him! (me)", said Keelon. Keelon took a drag. And then Frost blew Trish a power hit. She was still riding Keelon. Keelon intimated he was going to cum soon. Trish dismounted and got down and stroked Keelon's cock. She sucked and licked his cock and balls. Looked up at him amorously, and said, "I want to taste your hot spunk!" He was rock hard and started moaning. "Oh baby! Yes, Trish!" She stroked his big meat with both hands, licking and caressing the shaft and head. "Oh, baby! Here it cums!!!!", cried Keelon. He shot the biggest load. It was all over her face, in her mouth. And everywhere! She enthusiastically ate a great deal of his cum. Stating it tastes so good. But she saved a lot of it for me. She got up and said, "Now we've got to feed the cuck." She put most of his cum on a plate. And brought it over to me. "Eat it!", she demanded. "Don't spit it out! Lick up every drop of my lover's hot spunk!" Well, I concluded Keelon was her main man. Since she referred to him as her lover. So I licked it all up. And didn't spill a drop. Then she brought the cup with Frost's spunk in it. "******* this up! All of it! And you missed a spot on this plate. You retard! Fix it! Now!" Keelon and Frost were sitting back and laughing at all this. Then I was untied and allowed to clean up everyone and the room. I was graciously allowed to take a piss. Having been denied the request when I was tied up. "How about a nightcap?", I asked. "After you get us a *******, you can take the chastity device off." said Trish. I brought us all a glass of wine. And we toasted the evening. I complemented them all. And I extolled best wishes to Trish and Keelon. "It's late. Can I crash here?", asked Frost. "Sure.", said Trish. "We've proved my bed can sleep three." "Good night.", she said to me. "You're welcome to come back, and perhaps stay here, in this capacity." So I left. And as I was leaving, she took them both by the arm. And said, yawning, "Let's turn in guys. I'll fix you a nice omelet in the morning." "You so sweet babe!", Keelon said kissing her as they closed the bedroom door.

 

[Rolf]

My Cuckold novelette continues... By now I was, and am, a full fledged cuckold. Ready to serve white women and their bulls in practically any capacity.
To this day, I'm still friends with Trish. I mean we still communicate, and stay in touch. Let me digress back eight years after that first cuckold session with Trish and her bulls. (I say first because she let me serve again). About three months after witnessing that hot and steamy orgy with Keelon, Frost and Trish, I decided to stop by her bar. Trish's life was changing in a very positive way. Her club was really taking off. She and Brandi bought out the other ladies, and Trish was now the proprietor of a jazz bar now known as Club La Trisha (formerly known as The Blue Note Lounge). I arrived one Friday night, and was impressed by how full the parking lot was, and the new signage. She was expanding. And added a food menu and renovations. There was live music nightly, mostly jazz and blues. And it allowed Trish an opportunity to sing. She knew a lot of the local musicians from performing with them. And she'd book many of their acts. Sometimes she could get more well known national acts for which she'd have to charge a cover. I knew that she's beautiful and talented. But I never realized she was such an astute businesswoman.
I walked in the door, and who's the first person I see? Keelon working the door. He was dressed rather smart, in a tight cobalt blue T-shirt, accenting his broad shoulders and impressive pecs and biceps. And form fitting black denim jeans (nothing droopy). And of course lots of bling. And it looked like new square rhinestone laden earrings. It looked like Trish might have played Professor Higgins to his Eliza, and de-ghettoed him some. Yet as far as his manners go, he was still Keelon, to the likes of me anyway. "Say, Foo'!", he says to me rather indignantly. "Wash U want?" "Hey Keelon!", I said extending my hand. Which of course he wasn't going to shake. "How's it going my man? I haven't been here in a while. Wanted to check out the new improvements." I said trying to be as cordial as I can. He kept looking at me not cracking a smile. Then he shook his head while partially smiling and said, "Man, you straight up tripping!" "Well, can I come in?", I asked. "Fifteen bucks foo'.", "How's that?", I asked. "Ya deaf or sompin? Ah said fifteen bucks cover. Dese guys hadda come down from Chicago." So I paid him and he said, "Go on in Foo'." All the time I knew him, he never called me by my name. It seems Keelon got a promotion. He was working the door; checking IDs, collecting cover charges, and bouncer duties. He was also given some hiring and firing liberty over the dishwashers and some kitchen staff. He was sitting pretty. After all, he was sleeping with the boss.
I was impressed by how nicely the place was decorated. It certainly had a Trish flair to it. I made my way over to the main bar. And was met with another surprise encounter. "Linda!", I said exuberantly. "Is that you?" Linda was the manager of the restaurant I worked at years earlier where I first met Trish.
A little about Linda. She was an attractive, rather voluptuous, busty brunette. I found out later she was briefly married to Trish's ex after they divorced. That's how Trish got that job at her restaurant. At first she looked at me rather perplexed. "Oh, yes.", she said. "How are you?" It turned out Trish needed a bar manager and head bartender. So she contacted her friend Linda, who needed a job. "What'll you have?", she asked. "A shot of Wild Turkey 101 and a Miller High Life. Where's Trish?" "She's not singing tonight. She's at her table over there.", said Linda. "Good seeing you Linda!" She nodded and smiled.

 

[Rolf]

The Queen had her own private table at a vantage point where she was able to see the whole club. She was talking to a couple of women at the time. The women left after a couple of minutes, and she continued working on her laptop. I was anxious to talk to her, and I asked Linda for a glass of Trish's favorite chardonnay. "Is it okay? I don't want to disturb her.", I asked Linda. "She always has time to talk to her clientele. I see you still haven't grown a pair.", said Linda sarcastically. I guess she was alluding to the fact that I was always too well mannered and a gentleman. I paid and tipped Linda, and proceeded to Trish's table.
Trish apparently didn't have her contacts in, and was wearing glasses. But she was still as lovely as ever. As I approached her table, she was still absorbed at what she was doing. This was the first time we were going to have a tete-a-tete since I first witnessed her being blacked. She looked up. "Good evening Trish.", I said. She took off her glasses and said, "How's it going?" "I brought you a glass of wine." "Why thanks.", she replied. "I really like what you've done with the place.", I said. After a couple minutes, she closed her computer. And couldn't believe she was gracious enough to allow me to sit. She took a sip of her wine, partially smiled, and mused, "How are things with you?" "Oh, just fine." We exchanged pleasantries for a while. Then she smiled a rather deviant smile, holding her wine glass by the stem and said, "That was quite an ordeal we put you through a month ago." "It was a privilege.", I said. "I was glad to be of service." "Well, we (Keelon and her) can always use someone to service us. And you fit the bill. Perhaps we can do it again sometime." "It would be a pleasure.", I said. As it turned out, I did cuck for them occasionally.
"Speaking of Keelon,", I said. "It was great seeing him when I arrived. That wasn't just a one night stand? You and him are still dating?" He was a great deal younger than her, well over twenty years. Real beefy and dark as the Ace of Spades. And she was this beautiful, still shapely, blonde, blue eyed mature GILF. But I found the contrast exhilarating.
She said, "Yes. I have to admit I was always attracted to him. I know he can be brash and cocky. But that's another thing I find appealing about him. He's not afraid to say what's on his mind. It's generally known we're a couple. And I don't care. I'm a very liberated woman. And my friends mostly approve. I gave him more responsibilities here. And he's been doing a good job. He's my right arm. One of his younger sons is working as a busser here."

~ To be continued

 

[Rolf]

"Do you need any help! I can tend bar or whatever.", I asked. "No.", she said. "We have a good staff now. And there are no openings." Looking around, I probably wouldn't have fit in. Most of the waitresses as well as the bartenders were young pretty girls. It seemed like all the bussers and bar backs were young black guys. I suspect Keelon had some influence in these guys getting their jobs. One of them was his ******* and a lot of them had that pulled from the hood look. "Trish," ,I said. "I hope you take what I'm about to say in the right spirit. We have been friends, not great friends, for years. You have to admit we have enjoyed some good conversations and fellowship. And you were always nice and treated me with some dignity. And I believe we can continue being friends. I'm certainly not suggesting in any other capacity. It seems like as time went by, your attitude became just a little more indignant towards me. Especially after Keelon came into your life. That night I served as your cuckold, you were very abrasive towards me. I realize in these situations, people will get in character for the part. I wonder what you really think of me as a person. And a man." She scowled at times when I was saying this. "You want it straight?", she asked. I nodded affirmatively. "Here goes. You already know a lot about me. That I'm very liberal and progressive. In my college days, I protested the Vietnam War, marched in support of many left wing causes. I have always been, and more so now, in light of all the police shootings and slaughter of young black men, a big proponent of civil rights. When it comes to political and social issues, you don't get farther left than me.", she said with a smile. I smiled and nodded. "Now, what I think of you?", she continued. " You seem like a gentle and caring person. You're a fairly nice looking guy. But you don't appeal to me. You seem to have a nasty streak of conservatism which really sours me." I interjected, "I'm not conservative. I've always leaned liberal. Though I'm not as liberal as you. In fact, some of your liberalism has rubbed off on me." "That's good to hear.", she said. "I can only hope you're sincere. As for Keelon, he's not the first black guy I've dated. My attraction to black men goes back to my hippie college days. I've always been concerned about their plight. I find them much more attractive physically. They are much more polite and caring than white men. I admire the confidence they exude. As for sexual prowess and performance, there's no comparison to white men. But you've experienced that first hand.", she said winking at me. "And as crass as this sounds, size matters!" She motioned for a rather tall, blonde tanned, and Nordic looking waitress nearby. "Gina, I'd like another glass of my white wine and..." "A shot of Wild Turkey and Miller high life. I've got this.", I said. "Thank you.", she said. And continued, "My first tryst with a black man was in the mid 70's. It wasn't long after my divorce from Jim. I got custody of Amber and we moved out to the West coast. Jim and I weren't married long. It was eighteen months of the worst union ever. In hindsight, I wish I would have been savvy to the cuckold lifestyle with Jim. So I hightailed it to California with my baby girl Amber. I lived out there for about ten years. I was hoping to make use of my degree, and possibly get into acting or singing. Eventually I got some teaching jobs and part time jobs. But it was a struggle. We lived in a modest, low rent apartment in LA. One day I was out walking with Amber. She was about four by now. We were walking past another apartment building, a little nicer than ours. There was a handsome black man sitting reading a paper in the courtyard. He smiled and waved, "Hey there! How yo doing today?" "Oh, fine. I was just taking my ******* to the park. Whew.", I said waving myself. "It's a bit warm today." "Why doncha come in on the patio and sit and cool off. I got some cold drinks." I was a bit hesitant. "Come on in. I ain' gonna hurt you. I see you walk by all the time." "Thank you.", I said. "That's very kind of you." He stood up and must have been about 6' 4". Really handsome and well built in a tank top, white pants and thongs. And sporting a very fashionable afro. We walked in and he exclaimed to Amber, "Wellllll! What's yo name young lady?" She shyly hid behind my legs. "Her name's Amber." "She such a pretty girl! Takes after her mama I see." I smiled and blushed. "Sit down.", he said. He opened up a cooler and pulled out some a couple bottles of Fresca. "This all I got. Unless you'd like a beer." "This is fine, thanks.", I said. "How about some apple juice for the little lady?" "Oh, that'd be nice.", I said. "It's inside. How about coming in and sitting in the AC?", he asked. By now I was really at ease. He was so hospitable. "By the way. My name's Earl." "Oh forgive me. My name's Patricia, but I go by Trish. And you already met Amber." It was a surprisingly neat and tidy apartment. Very contemporary furniture. I noticed pictures of such people as Malcolm X and Mohamed Ali. We spent a nice afternoon talking and getting to know one another. He was the first man whose company I really enjoyed.

~ More to come

 

[Rolf]

"A little about Earl. He had been living there alone for about two years after he and his wife separated. Although his apartment had that bachelor pad look to it. He had boxed in his younger years, and he still had a desire to get back in the game. At the time he had a decent construction job, and was doing all right. His wife, Angela, was divorcing him. He showed me pictures of his family. She seemed like an attractive African American woman. And he had two beautiful sons and a *******. I couldn't believe she was divorcing this polite, handsome man. We talked extensively about our personal situations.
I told him about my divorce. And how I'd been struggling, and how I thought I'd have more opportunities out here. But it just wasn't working. I started to cry. He got up and handed me some Kleenex. Brushed back my hair and embraced me, and said, 'It's gonna be all right baby. I might have a solution for you.' 'You do?', I asked. 'You can move in here. I got plenty of room. It'll help you save money, and get your feet back on the ground.' 'But Earl, I barely know you.' 'Baby,' he said. 'I fell for you since I first saw you walk by. I think we can make this work.' , he said while putting his hand under my chin, and kissing me. 'But I want to pay my way.', I said. 'Don't worry babe. You can stay here as long as you want.' 'But if I break my lease now, I won't get my deposit back.' We started embracing and kissing passionately. Then I thought, I'm going to take the plunge and do this. He showed me around. He said he can fix one of these smaller bedrooms up for Amber. Then he showed me the master bedroom. 'This will be our room.', he said. I was in awe. There was a huge waterbed with leopard print covers, mirrors and everything. 'So wadya think?', he asked. 'Give me about a month to get things in order. I have to register Amber for kindergarten and everything.' So it turned out to be a good move. I lived with Earl for years, and we got along famously. And I know initially he really was in love with me. And needless to say, the sex was great! But in time Earl developed an abusive streak.

 

[Rolf]

I'm going to conclude this epic cuckold saga with this parting summary. Your humble, subservient, pathetic, (yet devout) beta cuckold author is content in his place. Though it's a degrading role, I feel I have a purpose serving and respecting those above me. I am very happy for the ladies in my story, and others, who have been fulfilled not only sexually, but emotionally through their black experiences. Along with the obvious physical aspects and carnal skills, the Alpha Black Male exudes a special kindness and confidence Their white male counterparts lack. Trish is the most militant blacked of any white woman I know. She's very left wing and decries white supremacy and firmly believes in reparations. Keelon is still in her life and she's dated a lot of mostly young black guys. She admits to being attracted to the ones with a thug aura about Them. I guess the radical, unorthodox nature about Them turns Her on. She used to say, "You can take the boy out of the hood, but you can't the hood out of the boy...... thank God." And fortunately she got through to her ******* Amber. She married a musician acquaintance of Keelon's, and blessed Trish with two beautiful biracial granddaughters. And we all lived happily ever after!!!!
#Dudes from the Hood for white classy females... and vice versa!

 

[FSB]

Plz continue