Chapter 6: Oral Fixation
In the aftermath of her intense masturbation session with the new BBC dildo, Karen unexpectedly found herself feeling all the sappy emotions of a woman infatuated. The long black shaft that penetrated deep inside her married pussy had the impact of Cupid's arrow: Her mood was buoyant and giddy, she had energy like a teenager, and she spent many hours daydreaming amorous scenarios involving her fantastically hung "lover," even though he was only a realistic-looking, enormous, chocolate-colored sex toy.
Was it possible to have feelings for a disembodied cock? What if the cock was world class and modeled from a gorgeous, very real and very much alive young stud?
She pictured herself and the porn star on whom the toy was molded, ("Mr. XL," according to the packaging's photo caption), traveling to far-flung and exotic locations, making love by moonlight on a beach, exploring each other's bodies without shame or anxiety. At posh restaurants, other women would glare, envying the prize of such a young and handsome sex partner.
Sometimes the fantasies were darker. In anonymous hotel rooms, Mr. XL would force her to wear a leather dog collar and crawl around naked, cruelly denying her his cock until she begged long and submissively enough.
Or maybe he'd dress her up like a French maid to serve drinks and snacks when his friends came over to watch football. She wouldn't be wearing panties, so the boys—all black, hot, and hung, obviously—could randomly fondle, caress, stroke and finger her ass and pussy while she performed waitress duties...the night would end in a gangbang, with Karen the center of attention.
All those throbbing black cocks, pumping huge loads of creamy white jism all over her body, so much cum, covering her breasts, her hair, her face...her excited pussy vibrated to the images...
But images only, never reality. So long as the perversions stayed locked inside her head, she could forestall the Catholic guilt that had tortured her since young ebony bodies became her obsession. The married mother of two resolved to gather all her extramarital lust for big black cock and seclude it in walled-off garden of masturbatory fantasy that would remain private to all, even her husband.
Of course cultivating, watering and tilling this garden was essential, or it might fail to keep the horny wife's raging libido imprisoned. Mindful of this, she researched Mr. XL online, seeking real-life details to flesh out her dream lover and his magnificent prick.
Using anonymous Twitter and Instagram accounts to stalk her prey, Karen learned:
He was 27 years old, 6'2", 225 lbs., all ebony muscle. Following service in the Air Force, he worked a corporate job, but quit after realizing he could make better money as a male stripper. He traveled the country, and sometimes the world, exposing himself to crowds of horny women. Many pics featured him surrounded by lust crazed ladies, their hands fondling his dark muscled flesh and giving him wads of cash.
Stripping led to modeling—not all of it pornographic. His Instagram included professional-grade fashion photos. He had the photogenic looks and physique of a male model.
But the massive cock, his ticket to stardom, always stole the show. The obsessed mom salivated over dick-pics that were marvels to behold, its profile from different angles, lightings and backgrounds; in various stages of arousal, from rock-hard, to semi-erect, to hanging low and relaxed, extending down past the large nut sack, a heavy scepter of dormant sexual power. That big cock was an aesthetic masterpiece, she concluded, a work of biologic art.
To compare it to the real thing, she held the massive dildo up to her phone, and found every vein and contour right in place. Even the color was pretty accurate. One series of photos showed the cock's monstrous length and girth being measured by a young female fan with measuring tape. Just like Karen's version, it was 11.5 inches long and 5.5 inches in diameter. When Karen diddled her clit, she silently recited those size measurements to herself; like an erogenous code, they unlocked searing orgasms.
On free porn sites, she found videos of Mr. XL fucking women of all different races, sexes, ages and body types, from amateur swingers to established porn actresses. But being jealous of these women, especially when they were middle-aged, white and blonde like herself, Karen found these videos difficult to get off to. The only ones that made her cum were of Mr. XL jacking his massive cock solo.
Karen was astonished that a stripper and porn actor could spent so much free time fucking as well. According to an interview on a site called Spades Magazine, he was a highly sought after "Bull" among so-called cuckold couples, who belonged to a subcategory of the swinging world. Bulls, or well-endowed black men, would fuck the wives of willing husbands, i.e., "cucks" who got aroused by passively standing by watching the show.
Although Karen found swingers gross, this niche intrigued her. Most bizarre—and oddly titillating—was the cuck husbands remained faithful, enjoying no reciprocal infidelity hall pass. From what she gathered, the wives usually were sexually dominant over the husbands but submissive to their Bulls.
It seemed too good to be true. The wives had the best of both worlds: a loving husband as part of a lawful, society-sanctioned relationship, and a wild, forbidden promiscuity that catered to their inner sluts.
In online interviews and podcasts, Mr. XL explained why he favored wives, saying older, married women were at their sexual peak, and thus hornier and more receptive to their erotic cravings. Also, they required less emotional entanglement. Younger, single women were often "clingy drama queens," as he put it.
With mature women, it was all about non-stop sex.
"They're not seeking commitment. Married women won't stalk you. You won't find her crying on your doorstep."
The transgressive, boundary-crossing aspect of extramarital sex also appealed to the young lothario: "I'm a naturally dominant person in the bedroom, and it's empowering to have a woman offer herself to me, especially when she's beautiful and would normally be off-limits to anyone besides her husband."
And he loved the interracial taboo, not just a black man fucking a white woman, but a black man fucking a
married
white woman—the age-old anxiety of the lesser endowed Caucasian race, miscegenation, losing their wives to superior black cock, righteous revenge after 400 years of oppression and subjugation.
Obviously, all single men dream of being Bulls. Who wouldn't want unlimited, no-strings-attached sex with gorgeous married women? Well, for starters, most men couldn't measure up to the God-given endowments of someone like Mr. XL. But even handsome well-hung single men often fail because they misread the complexity of the three-way cuckold relationship, as Mr. XL explained in one podcast:
"They think it's about fucking the wife, and that's it. Nothing could be further from the truth. You've got to make the husband part of the dynamic. In the beginning, to earn the couple's trust, you need his trust first. Each couple has an emotional bond and a sexual bond. As a Bull, you must show you respect the emotional bond, and then slowly begin undermining the sexual one."
Over time, the Bull's goal is to replace the husband as the wife's primary sex partner, for her to fixate on him sexually.
"You do this by becoming the Alpha Male in the relationship," Mr. XL explained. "All social mammals have Alpha Males. They are the fastest, strongest and smartest males in the pack. Females are instinctively drawn to them because they have the superior genetic material. Human females are no different. If two men are in her life, a woman will instinctively become more attracted to the Alpha Male."
