peewee cuckold writes about how a UK Size Queen craves big black cocks and massive black dildos …
My fiancée had a long chat with me about her best friend last weekend. She admitted that her friend likes big cocks and told me a quick story about a white boy who had tried to make love to her friend. He had a small dick and was told to stop after less than a minute because “she couldn’t even feel him”! I used the term Size Queen to describe her and my fiancée agreed, explaining that her friend has become that way, and now the first thing she mentions when recounting a new date is the size of the new man’s penis. When I acted saddened and suggested that perhaps my fiancée felt and acted in the same way, she reacted sympathetically by reassuring me that she is not like that (hmmmm???? I was not convinced). She then added that she might have become that way if she’d stayed single for long enough and had hung out with her Size Queen girlfriend more often. She explained that she and her friend had bought dildos together when they were both single. She went for an average size, but her friend chose a massive lifelike one (I resisted the urge to ask the colour!). My fiancée feels that her friend has ruined herself for normal men by over using the massive dildo. Out of curiosity, I asked my girl how big the one she bought was, and she opened her hands and said “about that big, not too much bigger than yours”. I shriveled inside, as I recalled her earlier description of her dildo size as “average”.
Following immediately on from that, and whilst still on the same topic, she described her friend as more promiscuous since they have gone their separate ways because of me. He friend now goes out with other girls and is more intent on ‘pulling’. My fiancée described how the only time that either she or her friend had ‘pulled’ when out together was when she came out of the toilets to see her friend against a wall being passionately kissed by a big black man. Apparently, they had been talking to two Canadian boxers in a club, and my girl says she spent about a minute just staring as her friend was kissed and mauled by one of these studs. My fiancée says she recalls seeing his pink tongue in her mouth.
I asked whether, if my girl had been supportive of the situation, perhaps encouraging her friend to leave shortly thereafter, her friend might have had a really good night with this man. My girl responded by stating “It’s true that she does like black men.” I couldn’t resist submissively linking the two conversations. I put all recognition of inadequacy and humiliation aside, and in a statement that would have made you proud Empress Sara, I said to my fiancée; “I think your friend should find herself a big black man. If she likes black men. I mean. let’s face it, at least she’d get the big cock that she needs that way.” My fiancée responded: “Yeah, she would. That’s true.”
I decided not to push it any more. But in one conversation she’d admitted/reiterated that her friend is a Size Queen, she thinks my dickie is smaller than average and that she’s very much aware that black men have bigger cocks. Which makes me think she may well harbour real desires to go black. And I promise Empress, if she does cuckold me, just as you have been doing for years, I will accept and support that.
from peewee cuckold, UK correspondent commenting on the Wuthering Heights interracial cuckold remake…
Recently, I watched the UK’s latest version of Wuthering Heights. No, not the Masterpiece Theatre remake starring the hotness of Tom Hardy, but the Wuthering Heights interracial cuckold remake from 2011 now on the telly. To sex up the literary classic, Wuthering Heights, the English director concluded that it would need to reflect the erotic desires of the UK and cast a black man as Heathcliff. In this version of Wuthering Heights, a poor boy of unknown origins is rescued from poverty and taken in by the Earnshaw family where he develops an intense relationship with his young foster sister, Cathy. This story was based on the classic novel by Emily Bronte. Next time I see it scheduled on the telly, I want to show my fiancee that the true classical romantics, the true Alpha males and the true sexual studs in our country are now black men.
I know I will feel ultra cuckolded as I explain to my fiancee how the director felt the need to remake the classic film from the novel interracial style with a black man cast as the intense brooding Heathcliff. Now, some women think that Tom Hardy is hot and hung and made a perfectly fine white Heathcliff in the Masterpiece Theatre remake. But to see a black man chasing after the lily white, beautiful Cathy on the moors was very stirring and erotic and made me feel cuckolded to watch. I had to wonder if the director is a cuck, too!
Sara…
Here is my embarrassing confession for your blog readers about how I was turned into a cuckold without even realizing. When my wife and I were first dating, it was only a few weeks into our dating relationship when she brought over her big black dildo to play with. Instead of me being a man and saying, get that thing out of here, my cock is enough for you (I have 7 inches), she made me lick her pussy while I fucked her with the BBC toy. She got so wet. I would fuck her after the toy had been inside of her and let me tell you that this sex was like sloppy seconds. She was so wet, my cock would slip out of her especially in certain positions like doggy-style. I should have known I was being cuckolded, but I thought it was just what she liked sexually, that she was a little kinky. Then one night when we were out at a club, she told me how at this very club about a year ago, she had fucked a black guy in the bathroom. While I thought that was kind of sexy and edgy, I didn’t know how edgy until she added that she had gone to the club with her white ex-boyfriend (meaning her boyfriend at the time) and hooked up with the black guy in the bathroom. She said she and her ex went home and fucked, but she had made him lick her pussy first. He had commented that her pussy was very salty and she said it was from dancing at the club, the sweat. He believed her! I thought wow he was so naive. But, I definitely kept my eyes on her all night at the club and watched every move she made!
Little did I realize that my girlfriend, now my wife, would be cuckolding me, not just with a BBC dildo, but by going out and having sex with black men at her whim. And when I confronted her about cheating on me, she said she wasn’t cheating on me, that I knew she loved big black cocks from the time we first met! Deeper into our argument, I even mentioned the word cuckold and she didn’t even know what it meant! She was doing this to me, out of sexual desire, out of need, without any knowledge of the concept of cuckolding. After that night, I didn’t even want to admit to myself that I was a cuckold. I tried to brush it off thinking that she was just cheating. But then I realized that I was a cuck and that I needed to accept it and if I wanted to keep my beautiful wife, I’d have to let her fuck well-hung black bulls so that she could experience the ultimate sexual satisfaction she craved, that she could not get from me. And so that is where our relationship is now, and descending deeper into cuckoldry as I now eagerly lick out creampies after she returns home after fucking one of her BBC bulls.
Dear Cuckoldress, My Cuckold Humiliation experience at the gym… I have not been exercising or frequenting my local gym for many months now and given that I am slowly drifting towards middle age, my shape has become ‘saggy’ to say the least. A condition particularly associated with white men, it would seem. I finally plucked up the resolve to attend my gym, which is on the outskirts of my local city centre. It is a busy gym and I felt a bit self-conscious as I walked through the upstairs section to the changing rooms. So much so that I decided I would ease myself back into the process by skipping the exercise area upstairs and simply going downstairs to enjoy a jacuzzi dip in the sizable relaxation pool.
When I got there, it was moderately busy. Noticeably, there were only two girls. Both were amazing.
The first was a stunning blonde, wearing a leopard print bikini and she was reclining by herself in the jacuzzi section. I have never been successful with the ladies but the delusional egotistical ‘male’ in me told me that this girl was hot and that I could, if I so wanted, charm her into my bed so as to have my wicked little way with her. As such, I shot her a few ‘Steve McQueen’ glances, perfecting my ‘come to bed’ look in the arrogant belief that this Barbie doll would fall at my feet if and when we eventually conversed.
The second girl was a young looking, slim babe, with dark blonde hair and wearing a skimpy little bikini. Light blue and her nipples were poking through. She was in the larger area of the jacuzzi with her man. Her man was black. He was a good looking young lighter skinned black man. The young babe was all over him. I don’t know why I even noticed her man’s skin colour. Perhaps it was the striking contrast. Or just that he seemed far more athletically built than all of the white men, myself included. I’m not sure. However, I am sure that something changed in me at that moment. It was as if a bulb went on in my head and shone light over a new reality – a reality where the prettiest girls really do aspire to be with black men. And that white men like me are destined for cuckold humiliation.
Suddenly, all the celebrity interracial relationships came to the forefront of my mind. As did images of beautiful white girls dancing in rap and r&b music videos and little comments made by my friends subtly championing the prowess of black men. No longer did I feel smugly confident that I could attract these girls. Instead, I immediately knew that my prior belief that I was anything like an Alpha male had merely been a self-induced myth. These girls wouldn’t be glancing admiringly at me or swooning over my “come hither” stares. No! These girls would be dreaming of the real Alpha males in our society: Black men. It was like a moment of enlightenment in which it struck me: UK girls really, really do prefer black men.
Whilst you may think there is nothing strange about my belated grasp on reality, it is less the realisation and more the reaction that shocked me. Far from being angry or disgusted, I simply felt a wave of submissive inadequacy flow over me. It was as though I was drowning in a sea of humiliation. And I felt my little white dick begin to harden in my baggy swim shorts. My manhood was getting hard, at the very same time that my manhood was being brutally dismantled before my very eyes. What sort of pitiful creature was I? A cuckold?
It was at this very moment of weakness that the knockout blow was landed… As I shockingly got a hard-on watching the young couple, the door opened. A huge, muscular, dark skinned black man strolled into the jacuzzi room. He was a hulk of a man, and all eyes were drawn to him. It was as if this ebony Adonis had been sent by the Gods to underline my new found grasp on reality. If I had been unsure before, after witnessing this stud I would forever know my true place in this world. When I realised that my own mouth was hanging open, I had to look away from him. It was then that I noticed that the young babe’s eyes were following his every step intently! Her boyfriend must have looked at her and thought “Wow, my girl is such a black cock slut.”
The hunk walked over in my direction, but swept past me and settled by the sexy leopard clad blonde. He regally crouched by her position, chatting intimately with her for at least 3 minutes. I remember looking around and seeing all the white boys just staring intermittently at the two beautiful girls in the room, both of whom were doting on the only two black men in there. I sensed that my moment of enlightenment was being shared by the other white males in that room at that moment. There was an amazing sexual charge pulsing through the room. I’ll be honest, I think the two interracial couples knew the effect they were provoking and were secretly relishing their potency.
The Adonis then straightened his massive frame and casually strolled into the adjoined sonarium room which was otherwise empty. After 30 seconds, the sexy blonde got out of the jacuzzi and headed in to join him. It was at this point that I really saw the true scope of her beauty. Oh wow! She was a perfect model-like figure. Glamour model at that! Her body was 11/10. As she shimmied sexily towards the sonarium and more pertinently the stud, I was reminded of the famous movie line: “like jello on springs!” Perfection.
But rather than earlier, when I had selfish designs on her, I was now appreciating her beauty from a different perspective. It was as though I were a mere foot soldier staring enviously up at the Princess in her Royal box. I was a changed man. I had now tasted the sour dose of reality and knew that she, and other girls of her divine beauty, were quite simply out of my league. The oft quoted, yet sleazy, phrase “built for black men” had suddenly been personified and I swear that, at that moment, I very nearly came in my swim trunks. I left the two of them alone in there for a minute, out of sheer respect. As I waited I couldn’t help but watch the other young interracial couple continuing to frolic lustfully.
After waiting for my hard-on to subside, I excitedly pulled myself out of the water and scurried into the sonarium to join the Alpha couple. Why? I honestly don’t know. It is hard to explain. I can only suggest that I was discovering a new sexual persona that had previously laid dormant inside me. One who now knew his own limitations and frailties, but who could revel in the humiliation of inadequacy. Sad but true. I was seeking cuckold humiliation. I sat down across the room from them and listened to their flirty chat, stealing the occasional voyeuristic glance at their incredible physiques. I was still not sure whether they were actually a couple, but if not they seemed likely to become one. It was the next passage of events that finally showed me that I had changed forever. That I was a born masochist, or voyeur, or cuckold. Or all three!
So as to serve up any form of assistance that I could to aid the inevitable process of her imminent blacking at the hands of this superior male, I instinctively and submissively set about becoming as pathetic as possible. Almost as if the two polarised male figures in her presence would paint such a stark contrast that the image would forever emphasize in her mind the physical superiority of black men. I allowed my belly to heave outwards, making me seem heavily pregnant. I slumped my shoulders, which drew down my chest so that my growing man boobs hung obscenely over the top of my bulging stomach. And I dropped my head in a position of surrender. I sat there in silence, for minutes, listening to this erotic pairing in discussion how they both work so hard to maintain their perfect figures, and proclaiming that it is just something that has to be done if you take pride in your appearance.
At this juncture, I couldn’t help but plunge myself into a state of sheer torture. I turned my head towards these two perfect beings and loudly slapped my fat belly saying, “It’s true, I haven’t been here for a year and look at me.” The pair laughed at me. They laughed hard, both staring at my revolting flab and pale, hairy little legs. That moment seemed to linger forever and has haunted me since. I had, until that moment, clung to the misconception, borne out of comforting words from kind-hearted souls, that perhaps my obese body looked far worse to me and that, actually, I was a normal shape. But these two beautiful strangers, unlike my close family and friends, were not about to massage my ego.
When the two of them stopped their sniggering, the black man responded, “Well mate, at least you’re here which is a start.” The blonde agreed. She said, “Yeah, you’ve got a long way to go but, hey, keep going.”
They both laughed again and this time I pathetically did the same, but regrettably continued my high pitched laughing for an uncomfortably long period after they had both ceased their derisory chuckles.
I looked down again, and caught sight of my ugly white body. Having spent the previous 30 seconds looking at the black man’s huge muscular frame and the blonde’s soft, fit, curvy young body, I had almost forgotten how repulsive my chubby and inadequate white male body looked. I sat there as the two of them made plans to meet that night in one of the city centre bars. I then politely responded to their patronising words of encouragement as they left the sonarium together. As she pushed the door open, the black bull caressed her awesome peachy white bum as if to push her out of the room. The sight of his massive black hand stretched over her perfect soft white bottom coincided with my feeble erection reaching it’s maximum length in my swim shorts. I knew what I was witnessing right there and then. The fact that she hadn’t protested at his dominant mauling of her sacred ass had said it all; she would be his that very night. The couple walked through and out of the jacuzzi room, drawing stares of sheer envy from the drooling white boys. I averted my gaze to the original young couple just in time to see them passionately kiss.
My tiny dick was so hard and yet, because of its size, I felt entirely secure in stepping out of the sonarium and walking slowly through the room. I knew no one would be able to see whether my penis was soft or hard, or indeed would not particularly care either way. I got the sense that the other white boys in that room were also still reeling at the events that had transpired before them.
There had been no nudity or lewd sex acts. It had all been way more intimate and affecting than that. It had been a vivid display of the new era of sexual politics, one where white men will have to deal with the reality that their girls will harbour open lust for black men.
I felt useless and yet elated, if that is possible. Particularly because I knew why I was leaving. I wanted to catch one last sight of the beautiful interracial couple as they left the gym building itself. I don’t know why. I just felt that I needed to. Alas, despite rushing through the changing rooms and then sitting in my car for minutes afterwards, they did not appear. I had missed them. I drove home, feeling dejected, but submissively ecstatic for the two beautiful gym bunnies whom I had been lucky enough to feast my beady little eyes on, as they enjoyed the company of their respective black studs.
–your masochist voyeur cuckold!
