UK Interracial Cuckolding Update by peewee cuckold …
The UK’s most popular glamour girl, Kelly Brook, has finally gone black and become one of the ultimate Cuckoldresses. There were been rumours before, but now it’s official, she’s dating David McIntosh, as per the pic below. A lot of British whitebois believed Kelly to be the most naturally sexy girl in Britain. So, it is special to see this figurehead of beauty being finally unleashed on a real man, and I’m wasting no opportunity to draw it to your blog readers’ attention. I can tell it has even registered deeply with my fiancee as she looked at photos of them together online, but she’s not drawn to much discussion yet. The most she’s managed is, “They look right together.” Now Kelly Brook is cuckolding all the whitebois in the UK with her muscular black bull.
US Interracial Cuckolding update from Sara … Yes, peewee, even stateside, Kelly Brook and her black beefcake boyfriend are catching on, well, especially her boyfriend, they were featured on TMZ vacationing here in Miami Beach!
My fiancee and I went for an Indian meal at a restaurant recently and were forced to wait in the upstairs bar area for an hour before being seated. Another couple in that area were a pretty brunette and a black man. I did not mention anything, but sure enough my fiancee whispered into my ear, “She must like dirty sex then!” I looked around and realized she meant the young brunette, and replied “Why?”. My fiancee explained “Well, she must like big cock. I bet she likes it rough. They use their big cocks from behind and pull hair and stuff, don’t they?!” It was more a statement than a question. But I thought long and hard how best to reply. I didn’t want to dispel the notion that black men are better endowed or better in bed than whitebois. That would betray all your teachings, Sara. So, I replied, “Just because they’ve got bigger cocks doesn’t mean they’re all dirty and rough. He might be very sensitive when he needs to be. The rough sex is a stereotype I think that porn videos put out there.” My fiancee disagreed and said she thinks it’s true based on what her girlfriends who have been with black men told her about their interracial sex experiences. It made me wonder if there is in interracial sex stereotype or whether it’s true if black men are more sexually aggressive than white men.
We were watching MTV and a video by Pharrell came on. My fiancee kept saying – again – how much she loved him. I then mocked shock and said I had better watch her. My fiancee replied, “If we were out together, and Pharrell was there, I wouldn’t just leave you for him!” I had never suggested she might. Which made me think she must have been imagining such a scenario herself!! Little does my fiancee know that deep down I dream of being her cuckold, as she entertains a string of huge black men. I want it SO badly!
peewee cuckold notes how white girls in the UK, from his fiancee’s BFF to celebs, are Interracial Cuckoldresses
It’s been an interesting start to this year for us. We heard yesterday, via text messages, that my fiancee’s friend, Jennifer (name changed and, in fact, all names changed in this blog post) has now separated from her white husband. We’re still waiting on specifics, but it sounds like she’s been cheating on him or rather, cuckolding him! My fiancee is convinced that she’s been “fucking a black man, because she always talks about ‘big black cock'”! Has Jennifer decided to exercise her rights as an Interracial Cuckoldress and has she chosen black male sexual superiority over white male inferiority? This provoked so many thrilling chats and text messages tonight and today. Here are some examples of them:
Fiancee: “She always mentions big black cock”.
Me: “What, always?”
Fiancee: “Yes, every time I’ve been with her lately, she talks about black cock.”
Me: “Wow. Well… how does she raise the subject [I laugh]; does she say ‘Hi, how are you? Oh, getting back to big black cock…’?”
Fiancee: “I don’t know, she just always finds a way to talk about black men.”
Me: “Maybe she’s slept with her husband’s black friend? You told me she had done in the past?”
Fiancee: “It won’t be Damian. Jennifer likes strong black men. He’s soft and light coloured. She likes really big black cock! No, it won’t be Damian.”
Me: “….oh right… Oh my God…”
Fiancee: “….”
Me: “…it’ll be hard for her husband to take. Seeing Jennifer with a huge black man.”
Fiancee: “Oh it will. Poor lad.”
Me: “Why did she marry a white man if she prefers black men?”
Fiancee: “She did love him. But she’s always loved big black cock. You’ve heard her – she doesn’t deny it.”
Me: “Well this was always going to happen eventually then?”
Fiancee: “Yeah, probably. So I bet she’s told her hubby that she’s been fucking a big black man.”
Me: “Do you think she’ll introduce her new man to the group [i.e. the couples, my fiancee and I included]?”
Fiancee: “In time, I think she will. Yes.”
Me: “It’ll be hard for us blokes ’cause we always sit together. We’ll have to embrace this huge black man in her ex hubby’s place whilst you girls sit across the room talking about how much better he is than her ex!”
Fiancee: “Yeah, it will be hard on you boys. But I bet you don’t say anything!!”
Me: “Oh no way. I wouldn’t dare!”
Fiancee: “Exactly. In a way, it’s good that her next fella will be a big black guy, because he won’t take any shit of you lot!”
Me: “… true…”
Me: “Hasn’t she made her husband get her name tattoo’d all over his body?”
Fiancee: “Oh God yeah! She has. He’s covered in her name!”
Me: “That’s out of order. She’s totally fucked him over now.”
Fiancee: “Yes, that’s harsh.”
Me: “I bet she gets her black man’s name all over her body now!”
Fiancee: “Yeah, like my other friend Amelia’s little sister. She’ll get ‘Reggie’ or something inked on her neckline!”
Little did my fiancee know this, but I had so many erections just reading her text messages, as she described her best friend’s addiction to big black cock, and the undertone that proves that my fiancee is aware, and fully endorsing of, the stereotypical sexual superiority of the black male. I hope you are proud of my role here too Empress Sara, as I have created an environment where my fiancee feels totally comfortable in describing black men as superior specimens to her own betrothed. She KNOWS that I am aware of the fact that black men are bigger and better, and that nowadays attractive white women will gravitate to big black cock!
Just today, the two stories in the newspaper that I chose to read out to my fiancee were:
1) How Big Brother hottie and glamour model Hazel O’Sullivan is now dating black football player, Andros Townsend;
2) How Nadine Coyle, from Girls Aloud, is now going to marry Jason Bell, the huge black NFL father of her imminent baby
My fiancee took the news in her stride, as if recognizing that ALL white celeb-u-hotties are going black. I had deliberately stayed in my dowdy pjs all day, and ran around doing household errands, so as to emphasize the difference between the virile and satisfying sexual potency of the black men we have been talking about, and the inadequate but domesticated dutiful little whitebois. In time, I dream that Jennifer will influence my fiancee to follow her lead. God knows I’ve heard enough to realize that my fiancee is in awe of the big black cock!! Only I pray that my fiancee will keep me dangling like a whiteboi puppet as she goes black, and perhaps agree to let me watch as she parts her thighs for a massive black man. Who knows, I may even be allowed to clean her up afterwards!
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!
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!
