Disclaimer
This is a four-part white woman, black man cuckolding novel. It is written based on fantasy sexual scenarios. Some characters are written as stereotypes in order to advance this fantasy. The cuckold character behaves weakly and doesn't stand up for himself. The black bull characters behave aggressively, and are not written as living human beings should be. This is part of the fantasy. This disclaimer should serve as an explicit condemnation of racism and stereotyping. Finding something disgusting to be sexually exciting does not make it any less disgusting. Fantasy is the only place for this.
If the scenario above does not sound exciting to you, please do not read this. In addition to interracial cuckolding, this story features bullying, verbal and sexual humiliation (but no physical pain), family betrayal (but no incest), college students (all over 18), fitness, sweat, showers, roommates, money, and fashion.
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-PMD
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Part Three: Home Life
Chapter 31:
A Physical
Dr. Caesar had been treating Leah and her family for years. He remembered hearing from her parents when she was accepted into college. It was a treat to have her home for Thanksgiving vacation and back in his office for an annual check up.
"Strip down, please," he asked, and Leah did as he told. He didn't ask all of his patients to strip, but the lecherous old man hadn't gotten laid with the wife that day, and young Leah was too good to resist.
"Very fine physique you have," Dr. Caesar proclaimed, glancing up Leah's slender white body from her round knees to her pink nipples.
"Medically speaking that is," he added.
"Thanks Doc," Leah said, "To be quite honest, I've been through a wringer at school."
"Oh? Tell me more."
"I don't think I have enough time to get into the details," Leah admitted, "But let's just say it's been very physically taxing."
"Exercise is good for you," the doctor said, "No worry there."
"Thanks," Leah said, rolling her eyes. She was sure the old man had no idea what she really meant.
"And what medicine are you on?" he asked, "Be honest. I need you to include everything you take, even if it's illegal, so I can understand."
"Well, alcohol, for sure," she started, "And pot, sometimes at parties. I haven't done anything harder. Oh, and my birth control of course."
"Birth control! I don't think I prescribed you that."
"No, I got it from Planned Parenthood. My parents pay for you, so I didn't want to tell you about it when I was in high school. Now I'm a legal adult and I go to college, so who cares?"
"You're still seeing that Drew boy?"
"Yeah, I've been with Drew," Leah said, truthfully. It was hard for her to answer if she was really "still seeing" him. After the night in his dorm room where she had been fucked out of her mind by Darius, she and Drew had been a little weird. She apologized and said a million times it was an accident. He said he forgave her, but she wasn't sure he meant it.
"I don't know why you're with him," Dr. Caesar said candidly, "I did his physical just a couple months ago. He's out of shape and at risk for heart disease, diabetes, the list goes on. You're in peak physical perfection. Surely you can imagine finding a new boyfriend?"
"Dr. Caesar!" Leah exclaimed, "That's so rude."
"I'm being honest," he said, with a sly grin, "You must have had offers at college."
Leah laughed inside her head.
"Tell me more about sex with him, then," he continued, "Does he ejaculate inside you?"
"Speaking honestly, not anymore," she said, "Drew and I have been trying a new thing where he, uh, saves himself."
"Saves himself? You mean Drew doesn't cum?"
"Exactly," Leah said, "We focus on my pleasure. So I get to relax, and he stays a bit more dedicated."
"Hmm," Dr. Caesar said, pensively. "As your doctor, it makes me glad to hear you are having regular orgasms. Do you enjoy sex?"
"Absolutely," Leah said, crossing her legs, "I love it."
"Great," Dr. Caesar said, "Then I think this is actually an excellent healthy arrangement you've stumbled on. Clearly you care about your physical fitness. It's important to you that you keep yourself healthy and fit. Orgasms are part of that, and I bet you are a real moaner during."
Leah blushed, confirming Dr. Caesar's hypothesis.
"Anyway, you get to enjoy that. And Drew, who is physically inferior, with a weaker body and little regard for it, he can start to reach a level where he might actually be able to please you. A guy like that needs a bit of desperation if he's going to compete on your level, isn't that right?"
"That makes perfect sense, doctor," Leah said, "Drew and I had been discussing lessening his arrangement, so that he can cum once a week with me. What do you think about that?"
"A week? That's very frequent. I had many patients who orgasm every week. Have you considered once a month?"
"Once a month?!" Leah said, taken aback, "That's going to be excruciating on poor Drew."
"That's precisely the point, isn't it?"
"I guess so," Leah admitted, "Thank you doctor."
"Don't mention it, it's my job."
Leah's buttocks were beginning to shiver as she sat naked on the cold table.
"Can I get dressed now, doc?" she asked.
"Not yet," Dr. Caesar said, "I have one more question for you about your sexual health. Could you please share with me the size of your boyfriend Drew's penis?"