Please note: If you do not like or are offended by interracial sex then please DO NOT read this story.
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You don't know me.
My name is Michael Freeman. Not a real name, I made it up for this story.
My friends call me Mike. Really.
My patients call me Dr. Mike, Dr. M or just Doc. Really.
I'm a mental health worker. I like to say that because some people get intimidated with the title psychiatrist. I work with a group of doctors, occupying rather plush offices in a downtown setting.
One day a rather confused man came into our office and spoke to our receptionist, Wendy. Since I was the only doctor in the office that day, I agreed that I would see him after I was finished with my current patient.
I buzzed Wendy when my patient's visit was completed and she promptly asked how she could help.
Wendy came into my office and stood before my desk and said, "That man is either a pathological liar or the most tortured man I ever met."
I asked her to explain but she couldn't.
"I can't put it into word. When I said that you would see him, he just turned and sat down, as if in a trance. He never even looked at me."
You have to see Wendy to understand that last statement. Wendy is a tall, I'd say about 5 foot 8 inches, knockout redhead that no man would waste an opportunity to ogle.
Her attire, while professional, is always at the edge of being seductive. I like it because I'm a normal, unmarried male, who enjoys the glimpses of cleavage and leg, and most of my patients are males. Wendy has a way of putting them at ease. Plus, I will never tire of seeing a sexy white woman. Yes, I'm black, which makes this story even stranger because of what happened to my soon to be patient.
Wendy turned and paged Dave to come into my office.
I introduced myself, shook his hand and asked him to sit.
He was very timid and did not even look me in the eye. He muttered a weak, "Yes sir," and sat down.
Once he began relating his last year, I buzzed Wendy and asked her to reschedule my next few appointments.
Over the next few hours, he told me the most intriguing story that I ever heard. I won't repeat what he said, since he documented it in previous chapters at this site.
I will tell you that I thoroughly investigated what had happened to Dave. I had countless sessions with him and his case intrigued me so much that I continued to see him, even when he told me that he no longer had any funds to pay me.
I interviewed Amy, his wife. Dave sure knew how to pick a woman. Amy was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and knew what she wanted. I might explain what happened at those sessions, but that's another story.
I also interviewed his daughter, Sue. She inherited her mother's beauty, brains and self assurance. Again, I might explain what happened at those sessions, but that's another story.
I met with Bob, Sue's then boyfriend, now husband. I met with Brad and others and finally seem to have a handle on what happened and how to provide a service for my patient, Dave.
I will try to relate what happened. I can't know exactly what occurred but will try to use my imagination to fill in the fuzzy spots. Dave has read this and has agreed to publish it.
Well, here goes. If you haven't read the previous chapter's, you might not quite understand, but you still might find it interesting.
Saturday morning.
Dave had set his alarm clock to wake him at 7 AM. He quickly showered, dressed and went to the store. Today was the day, the party as Brad had referred to it. But it wasn't a party, really. It was a day that Dave would offer his wife to another man. At the time, this seemed okay to Dave because he later found out that he was under the control of a master hypnotist. A black man, named Brad, who desired his wife, his daughter and wanted to make them his own. Dave obeyed Brad's demands but there was always this nagging suspicion, this feeling of dread but Dave wanted to please Brad, wanted to please his wife, who he still loved, wanted to please Amy, his precious daughter. Dave wanted to please everyone, even those who wanted to exploit him.
Brad already had numerous encounters with Amy and Sue but had not yet consummated their relationship.
Brad wanted to make a big production out of the ceremony, as he called it.
Dave went to the store and purchased refreshments for the guests. Yes, there would be spectators. In the previous days, Dave had made at least four sets of keys to the door of his house and had given them to Brad. Dave didn't know how many were showing up and guessed at what to buy.
He brought home the groceries and struggled to carry them into the house. Amy was up, looking all fresh and clean as she stood in the kitchen under her long robe. Sue was still sleeping.
"Did you get enough?" asked Amy as she inspected the bags.
Dave didn't answer but his wife said "I invited Jerome, Malcolm, Leroy and Jose. I'm not sure if Sue sent out invitations."
"Who are they?" asked a stunned husband.
"Students in my senior class. Brad met them one day and said that I should invite them. They might like seeing their teacher in a different light."
His wife opened her robe and held it opened for her husband and asked, "Well, do you think they'll like me?"
Dave just nodded as he gazed at his sensual, naked wife.
"Go in and ask Sue if she invited anyone."
Dave went to his daughter's bedroom and stood before her closed door and knocked.
"Who is it?"
"It's daddy."
"Come on in, daddy." giggled his daughter.
He opened the door and saw his daughter, lying on her bed with the sheets pulled down and her nightgown pulled up around her waist as she fingered herself. She made no effort to cover herself or stop but said, "Excited, daddy? Today's the day. You must be so proud of mommy."
Dave just nodded and his eyes stared between his daughter's, long, taut legs and watched her fingers push into her pussy.
"Mom wants to know if you invited anyone."
Sue arched her back and groaned deeply as she brought herself to a climax. She jumped out of bed, gave her dad a quick kiss and said, "Hope that's the first of many, today. I only invited Bob." Bob was her boyfriend. A backup quarterback on his high school football team.
"I though that you and Bob were fighting?" asked Dave.
"We were. But, you know Bob. He can't resist it when I let him have his way with sexy body. Plus I told him that just because I suck black men's cocks doesn't mean that I don't love him. I told him that it actually makes me want to fuck him. He was still a little reluctant, silly Bob. But I told him that I save my pussy for him."
"He was okay with that?"
"Of course, daddy. I'm his baby, ya know."
"We have a lot to do today, so could you help?"
"I'll do a little, daddy. But I want to be well rested for this afternoon. You never know what I might have to do. OH, I almost forgot. One of the boys, Frankie, in class offered to help get the house ready but he has a date and can't stay to watch mom."
Dave went out and explained everything to his wife and she sent him back to the store for more stuff.
Dave got back about an hour before the scheduled ceremony and met Sue's classmate. He was also an athlete. A cross country track runner. He was tall, lean and it appeared not an ounce of fat took up residence in his body. He was also black. He shook Dave's hands and told him what he had done around the house. Dave thanked and asked him what he owed him. The kid said that Sue was going to take care of that.
Dave had more chores to do and he knew that the forty five minutes left would go by quickly.
The doorbell rang and Dave went to open it only to find Sue's boyfriend, Bob, standing there. Dave thought that he might be the only one who didn't have a key.
"Come on in, Bob."
"Big day, eh, Mr. B. Where's Sue?"
Dave turned but didn't see Sue but Amy, who was watching, said "She's in her room. Go ahead, dear. Just go right in, she won't mind."
Bob quickly went to Sue's room and without knocking, entered.
Sue's bed was directly opposite the door and Bob stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend.
Sue was on all fours on the bed, facing away from the pillowed end, so that she was looking directly at her boyfriend. She was naked. Her breasts swayed under her and she looked up and said, "Hi honey. Have you met Frankie?"
Frankie was behind Sue. He was also naked. His long fingers on Sue's hips as he pulled and pushed her onto his cock.
"What the fuck?" screamed Bob. "I can't believe that you're cheating on me. What the fuck! We're done!"
Sue was shocked at his response. She straightened up and said, "That's not fair Bob." Tears started to stream down her cheeks and her boyfriend stood there open mouthed as the boy behind her continued to pump himself into her and then brought up his hands and pawed her lovely breasts.
"Not fair? Not fair? I catch you fucking some one else, the day after you promised that your pussy was mine and mine alone and you have the nerve to say, not fair."
Sue sobbed and then said, "I can't believe that you don't trust me. Frankie is not fucking me, well he's not in my pussy. Come on, take a look, I only let Frankie have my ass." Sue spoke in rushed breaths. "He wanted my pussy but I said, no. I told him all about you. I told him that I'll always be faithful to my boyfriend. Frankie has helped all day. He was going out on a date with his girlfriend who never lets him touch her and I just wanted to help him. Give him some relief, especially after he helped all day and you accuse me of cheating."
Bob walked toward the side of the bed, and now could see just what his girlfriend had said. Frankie's long, black cock was buried in Sue's ass. He never stopped filling her ass, even when Bob went to the front of the bed. He climbed on and knelt directly in front of Sue.
