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!
I was cuckolded by my girlfriend, Fabiola, who is now my ex-girlfriend. We were living together, but she was always out partying with her friends from work. To make a long cuckold story short, and pun intended about my short dick, she met another guy and then one evening, I got home from work and she was gone. I know you need details for anything you post on Cuckoldress, so here are some details about me and Fabiola:
She would get home late, a little boozed up and never want sex with me. Not that I could blame her, she mocked how my tiny penis couldn’t get her off and she couldn’t feel it the few times we did have sex. So our sex life was me jerking off to porn and calling cuckold phone sex lines and her getting fucked by other men.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she left, but until then, at least all my friends and colleagues didn’t think I was a pindick loser. They thought I had a hot piece living with me and everything was literally just “fab”. Fabiola didn’t even tell me she was leaving me and moving in with some other dude. She texted me later that night that she had forgotten some things and told me to put them in a bag, that she and her new man would be by to pick them up. Nothing about “goodbye” or “I left”. But I guess that was obvious.
Her new man even owned a car she said (I live in New York City and don’t own a car and the way she said it made it seem like he was superior for owning a car and keeping a car garaged in the city), so they’d swing by and he’d double park while she ran up to pick up the stuff she forgot. Like a dutiful cuckold, I found all the things she forgot and put them into a shopping bag and waited for her to show up. When she buzzed, I let her in, and I was actually kinda erect.
Fabiola is a stunning Brazilian girl who works for a modeling agency in the city. She has amazing tan skin, long dark hair, full lips. On retrospect, I think she was really only after a place to live. But later she told me, she was finding out after coming to NYC to work, that she could get men to do what she wanted. Why should she have to pay rent or spend any of her money. Men should spend money on her. Obviously, I was an easy target, a small dick loser she turned into a cuckold who she could manipulate emotionally and financially. I had even given her credit cards to use for shopping and she shopped and spent whatever she wanted, leaving me with huge credit card bills to deal with. But I knew if I complained, she might leave me. So, I let her shop to her heart’s content.
The dirty: Fabi used me as a cuckold while she went “real man” shopping. She even told me when she walked in to get her bag that her new dude was a real man and I was not. Her new man had a huge cock. Her new man made more money than me. Then she proceeded to pull down her little shorts and panties and showed me her pussy and said this was the last time I would ever see her pussy and I better get on my knees and kiss it goodbye. At this point I was so aroused seeing her hypnotic pussy, I dropped to my knees in front of her and kissed her pussy lips. Then told me I was such a corno (the word for cuckold in Portuguese) and pulled up her panties and shorts, took her bag and left. I hope you can use my cuckold story for your blog. I know if you post it, just reading it on your blog will make me feel weak and humiliated.
Cuckoldress,
Here is my sad pathetic story about how I got cuckolded by my girlfriend. My girlfriend is always talking about celebrities and loves to read celebrity blogs and especially comments about interracial relationships. She watches the Kardashians reality tv show and then tells me how much Kim and Khloe love big black cock and that she’s seen black cock pictures on the internet and they look so huge. When she tells me this, my whiteboy dick starts to shrink in fear, but then gets hard, knowing how excited she is by black men and their big cocks. One night we had a fight while we were out at a club, we’d been drinking. Whenever she drinks, she gets a little crazy. I shouldn’t have left her there alone, but I did. I knew she could get home to our apartment in a taxi so I wasn’t worried. Well, she didn’t roll in till about 6 a.m. It was light outside and she looked like a ragdoll. Her hair was all messed up, her dress was like, I looked at it and realized her tight black dress with laser cut slits was on backwards. Her stockings were gone. She had no lip gloss left on her lips. She said she needed to take a shower. I could smell rum on her breath when I kissed her, she had been been drinking rum and diet cokes all night. But I also swore I could smell something saltier, like sweat or cum or something.
So I went back to bed and lay there. She took her shower then came in the bedroom. She had popped on one of her little sleep t-shirts and climbed into bed. I tried to have sex with her, but she pushed me away and said she was too tired. Later that morning, but close to noon, while she was still sleeping, her cell phone was vibrating like off the hook. She doesn’t keep her cell phone locked down, so I thought, shit, I’ll check her text messages. Some are from her girls wanting to know if she’s ok, and the others are from a number I don’t recognize. “Is your pussy sore? Want some more of this?” “Wakey wakey taste the bakey.” And then there was a picture of a big black cock. Staring at me on her phone. I wanted to throw the phone against the wall, but instead I jacked off right next to my girlfriend imagining her tight little pussy getting fucked by that huge black cock. Now what do I do?
Cuckolded by a cell phone photo of a BBC
Cuckoldress Sara,
I have to confess something about one of my neighbors. We live in a very upscale neighborhood of executive homes where most of the homes border a private golf course. You know the big McMansions with well manicured lawns, swimming pools, SUVs or luxury cars in the driveways. Well, a few of my other neighbors and my wife and I thought one of our neighbors, the X’s (don’t want to reveal their last name) were into drugs. Why? We kept seeing 3 nights a week (at least), the same black guy stop over and leave after about an hour, maybe less. We thought he was a drug dealer and our neighbors were buying drugs from him. Talk about racial profiling. We were guilty! But, our neighbors didn’t seem like the type to do drugs. The wife is smoking hot, blond, big fake boobs, sexy as hell, and owns a business where she imports hair extensions from China and makes a mint. The husband was an executive a large corporation, kind of overweight and wimpy and lost his job in the economic downturn. But the wife’s business was going like gangbusters, so they weren’t in any danger of losing their home. Finally, one of the nosiest of our neighbors asked the blond hot wife what the deal was with their black “friend” and the blond hot wife laughed and revealed he was her black bull lover! So she was a cuckoldress and her wimpy out of work hubby was a cuckold! Then the word got out that this was a blacks on blonds cuckold sex relationship. We all felt guilty for thinking the black guy was a drug dealer and not a well hung black bull taking care of the sex needs of the blond cuckoldress!
Signed,
Feeling Guilty
