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Black isn't so Bad After All!
John and DeeDee Wilson were the average couple of their times. Both had been
raised in a white Christian environment and throughout their lives were taught
that black people were not as good as they were.
Times change though, whether you want them to or not.
Both are now in their early 60's, having been married almost 45 years, and as
they grew older the neighborhood around them changed as well. More and more
black families were moving in and more and more white families were moving
further out of the city, into the suburbs. It was only a matter of time before a
black family bought the vacant house to the side of theirs, or perhaps the once
slightly down, and across, the street from them.
In order to get a better grip on their lives, as well as the way they had
been brought up, they sought out professional advise, in the form of a
psychologist, who had been recommended by a friend of theirs. They had also used
his services and they highly recommended him.
When John made the appointment he was surprised to learn that the doctor would
want to see them individually the first time, and would then see them together.
John agreed and set up the first appointment for himself, with his wife getting
an appointment for the following day and then the two of them would see him on
Friday of the same week.
When John got to the doctor's office he was kind of surprised to find that he
was the only one in the waiting room, especially for the time of day, which was
just after 1 PM. The receptionist gave him forms to fill out then she
disappeared into the doctor's office and shortly after that came out, got her
purse and left the office.
About 10 minutes later the doctor, Dr. Richard Gosman, stuck his head into the
outer office and called him inside his office.
"I'll have to apologize for my secretary, but she had an appointment and had to
leave early today. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I want to make sure that
the outer door is locked, since your my last appointment for the day." With that
said the doctor left his office and John could hear him as he opened the door,
shut it, and then secured the lock, returning shortly thereafter to his office
and sitting behind his desk.
"Now then, Mr. Wilson, what can I do for you today?"
Dr. Gosman already knew the reason for the visit, since he'd already read the
short files in front of him, but he always felt better if the patient actually
told him the reasons for the visit, instead of having to try and pull it out of
him.
"Well," John began, "I guess it's kind of embarrassing. You see, my wife and I
are products of a different generation and we've had a hard time adjusting to
the blacks moving into our neighborhood, particularly afraid that one would move
in next to us. We've heard so many horror stories of black kids, and how they
behave, and we're not sure we would feel safe even if it were just adults that
moved in."
The doctor nodded and appeared to be taking notes, so John continued.
"Both our parents were firm believers that the blacks had a proper place, and
that they should stay with their own kind. But, since the economy has changed so
much and many of them are working different jobs, especially with a lot of them
in management positions, we realize that sooner or later blacks are going to be
a part of our community, and we're just not prepared for that right now."
"And why not?" the doctor asked.
"I guess you could say that prejudice runs deep in our families and we were
always taught that blacks shouldn't mingle with whites."
"And you find that you have a problem with that?"
"Yes. My wife and I do. She's afraid of what might happen, and to tell you the
truth, so am I!"
"Well, you're not here to represent your wife right now. You're here for
yourself. I learn more of your wife's position when I see her tomorrow. I see
that she's scheduled to be here the same time tomorrow and that both of you will
be here around 3 PM on Friday afternoon, right?"
"Yes."
"Ok, why don't you make yourself more comfortable on the sofa over there and
I'll sit in the chair across from you. You can relax a little bit and we'll talk
more.
"By the way, would you have any objections to me using hypnosis on you today?"
"Why?"
"I find that it helps to put the patient more at ease and is able to talk more
openly about his or her problems. I won't do it if you have any objections."
John thought about it for a while then consented for the doctor to hypnotize
him.
"Good. I want you to lay down on the sofa and get comfortable. Once you're ready
let me know and I'll begin. I promise you that it won't hurt on bit and once I
have you under I'll start asking you questions and you'll feel completely at
ease answering them for me. OK?"
"Fine with me," John answered.
"Ready," Dr Gosman asked once John was situated.
"Yes."
"Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortly you'll begin to feel
sleepy and you'll close your eyes, but you'll be able to hear every word I say."
In less then 5 minutes John was completely under.
"John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?"
"Yes," came the dreamy reply.
"OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about your feelings towards black men."
There was no hesitation in John's reply.
"To tell the truth, I'm intimidated by them."
"Why?"
"Because they seem to act so much better then I am. They have management
positions in my work place and they seem to flaunt that in front of all us
older, more experienced, employees. They always seem like they're much better at
doing the same work I've been doing for over 30 years, while they've only been
there less then 5 years, and I resent having those feelings."
"Do you feel you were slighted by upper management when they placed a black man
over you and your department?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they tend to take advantage of their position."
"In what way?"
"They treat the women, especially the white women, better then they do the men.
They always seem to be making passes at them and the women seem to like it that
way."
"Do these women ever complain about this attention?"
"Not that I've heard."
"Do you ever wonder why?"
Silence.
"Well, I have heard rumors going through the office and warehouse."
"What kind of rumors?"
"That some of the white women are sleeping with the black managers."
"Does that upset you?"
"Yes, it sure does."
"Why?"
"Because they shouldn't be sleeping around with their bosses, especially if
their boss is a black man."
"And why do you feel that way?"
"It's just against my nature to even get close to a black man, or a black woman,
and I feel that they are betraying their race by sleeping with them."
"Could it be that you're jealous of the black men?"
"What?"
Dr. Gosman could hear the surprise in John's voice as he answered.
"I asked you, 'Are you jealous of the black me?'"
"Why should I be?"
"Because they're getting something that you want."
"And what would they have to offer that I would want?"
"Perhaps you're jealous of their abilities to handle these women and that you
wish you could do as well with them."
"But I'm happily married!"
"So? That doesn't mean you haven't been tempted to try and get into another
woman's panties, does it?"
Silence, again.
"Well?" Dr. Gosman prompted.
"I'm not that way," John insisted.
"And what way would you be?"
The doctor could see the struggle within John and he knew that he was close
to getting an honest answer from him. He'd been in this business long enough to
recognize the symptoms, the hesitations, the sudden bouts of quiet that meant
the patient was genuinely thinking about his or her next answer.
"Well," John continued to hesitate, but soon that hesitation gave way and he
answered the doctor's question. "I'm not trying to get into any woman's panties,
doctor. I want to get into my bosses pants and see what kind of equipment he has
down there. I've always had a tendency to be bisexual, but my wife doesn't know
that, and I've always wondered if it's true about black men and their cocks. Are
they really bigger and better?"
Dr. Gosman was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that answer. Every now
and then a patient would surprise him, and this was certainly one of those
moments.
"Have you been with other men in the past?" he asked.
"Yes, many times, but my wife doesn't know about it."
"And how have you managed to hide it from here all these years?"
"I only act on my feelings for a cock when I'm out of town on business, and
never here at home. Too many people around town know me and I don't want it to
get back to DeeDee that I'm sucking some strange man's cock. I don't know if
she'd be able to handle it."
"Have you ever sucked a black cock, John?"
"Never!"
"Why not?"
"Because of my feelings for black people. I've already told you how I feel about
them."
"Yes, you have. But, I'm wondering if you don't have a secret fantasy to suck a
black cock every now and then."
Now John's face blushed a bright red.
"So! I'm right! You have fantasized about sucking a black cock?"
"Yes."
"Tell me why?"
"Whenever the women get to talking at work about how well-endowed the boss is I
find my mind wondering. I catch myself actually staring at his crotch when he
walks past my desk, wondering if it's really as big as they claim it is. I
wonder, is it cut or covered with foreskin. I fantasize about putting my hands
around it and then taking it into my mouth and sucking on it until he shoots his
load into my mouth and down my throat."
As John was talking about his dreams, the doctor noticed that his breathing had
increased and that there was now a prominent bulge in his pants, as his cock got
harder while he spoke. Hell, Dr. Gosman was even getting a hard on listening to
this man's revelations.
"John."
"Yes."
"I'm going to put you into a deeper trance and then I'm going to give you a key
word that only I will use when we're together in our appointments. You'll
remember that word and instantly go into a deep trance and will only hear my
voice and you'll listen to only me and do anything that I tell you to do. Do you
understand?"
"Yes."
"Ok, your key word is going to be 'trek' and once I say it again, you'll go
deeper into your trance and stay that way until I tell you what you have to do.
Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Ok. Trek."
John leaned back against the sofa, appearing to go into a deeper sleep.
Dr. Gosman got up from the chair and went to his desk, where he picked up his
phone, dialed an extension, and said only one word into the instrument. About 5
minutes later there was a knock on the inner office door, from the other side of
the room. This was not the reception room door, but the one leading to the back
of the building.
When he opened the door the janitor stood there, in a trance of his own. He, the
janitor, entered the room and stood there while the doctor closed and locked the
door.
"Ok, Eddy. I told you that I'd call you again sometime. Now is that time. Do you
remember what I told you we'd do, when I did finally call you?"
"Yes sir," Eddy answered.
"And just what are your instructions?"
"I'm to come to your office, where you'll let me in. Once I'm in the room I am
to get undressed and do whatever you tell me to do."
"Good. Now get undressed and wait here until I call you again."
Dr. Gosman watched as Eddy began to take his clothes off. First his shoes, then
his shirt, followed by his pants, socks and finally his shorts. The man that
stood in front of him was a well built man of 79, well, almost 80. He took care
of his body and there was hardly any fat to be seen anywhere on his black frame.
Between his legs hung perhaps the largest example of black cock the doctor had
ever seen. He knew from past experience that Eddy's cock was now at 8 inches,
soft. When he got hard it measured to almost 12 inches and was very uncut, with
a lot of excess skin hanging off the tip of his cock head. He had used Eddy in
the past with his patients and he had been well rewarded by what he'd seen in
the past. His patients had enjoyed their interaction with Eddy and no one had
complained one bit.
Why would they? They could vividly remember everything that had happened but due
to his hypnotic suggestions, they were unable to openly talk about it to anyone.
They could remember every lurid detail of what had happened to them, both male
and female, but once they tried to voice their thoughts about what had happened
their minds would instantly go blank and they'd act as if they'd lost their
train of thought. In all actuality though, they couldn't forget what had
happened, they just couldn't discuss it with anyone but himself.
The doctor went to the sofa, sat next to John, and explained to him what would
happen. Then he planted the suggestion that, while he'd remember everything that
happened in this office, he would be unable to talk to anyone about it. If he
tried to tell his thoughts to anyone, he would instantly forget what he was
going to say, though the images would be clearly in his mind for the rest of his
life.
"Do you understand all of that, John?"
"Yes," came the only reply that was available to the man.
"Good. Now, I want you to get up and get undressed, fold your clothes and place
them on the chair to your right and then sit back on the sofa."
He watched as John got up and began to disrobe. He watched from his seat as John
took off his shirt, then his shoes, pants and finally his shorts. He was amazed
to see that John was well endowed with a large cock. Though not as large as
Eddy, it was still impressive and he gauged that it was at least 9 to 10 inches
when hard. He also noticed that his cock was also uncut, with an excess of skin
covering the cock head.
John sat again on the sofa and the doctor called Eddy into the room.
"John? Do you see the black man standing at the other end of the room?"
"Yes, I do."
"Tell me what you see."
"You have an older black man here in your office. He's just standing there,
without anything on. His cock seems to be quite large and I can see that he's
uncut, like me."
"Good. Now then, John, tell me what you'd like to do next."
"I want to put my hands on that cock and suck on it until he shoots his load
into my mouth."
"Are you sure that's what you really want to do?"
"Yes!"
The tone of John's voice left little to the imagination that he was telling the
doctor his true feelings. John really wanted to suck that black cock and feel it
shooting into his mouth and down his throat."
"Ok, John. I'm going to tell him to come over and then you can do whatever you
want to."
Dr. Gosman called Eddy over and instructed him to stand in front of John and to
enjoy what was to happen. After all, the doctor wanted all his patients to enjoy
themselves, and if it meant that someone wanted to fuck or suck in his office,
then who was he to deny them? Besides, he enjoyed a good show when he watched
one, and he knew he was about to witness a good show between John and Eddy.
Eddy moved across the room until he stood in front of John, his cock getting
harder as he got closer to the white man. He'd had plenty of white people suck
his cock, both men and women, and he never got tired of having people pay
attention to his endowment. He loved the attention and he know, that at almost
80 years old, he'd never get too many chances to enjoy something like this
again.
John had never seen a man so black before. This man was charcoal black,
including his cock, and his white hand stood out in stark contrast against that
black skin. He reached out and grabbed the semi-hard cock in front of him,
pulling the foreskin down, exposing the pinkish cock head, which glistened with
the juices his skin produced, which accounted for the ability to jerk the skin
back and forth so easily. He should know, since he was also uncut and had jerked
off many times without any use of lubricant.
He watched as the pinkish head appeared and disappeared, as the skin covered and
uncovered it. It had been almost 2 years since he'd enjoyed a cock to play with
and to suck on, and he was going to enjoy this one. The thrill of this being a
black cock only excited him more. He'd never even thought to actually touching a
black cock, much less actually getting to suck on one, but right here, right
now, he was getting his fantasy to come true. He held the cock in his hands,
like he'd always wanted to do, and as he held on to it, he lowered his head and
placed his lips on that black piece of uncut meat, tasting his first black cock.
The taste reminded him of why he liked to suck cock. It was the true taste of a
man that he longed for, and sucking a cock was the only way to get it. He
marveled at the texture of the black skin. The cock was extremely hard, but yet
his cock skin felt like velvet to him. The smoothness startled him and he just
soaked up the feeling, never wanting to let it go.
Lowering his head, and opening his mouth at the same time, he engulfed the cock
head and took it deep into his mouth, feeling it strike the back of his throat.
He'd never had a cock this big in his mouth before, but he wanted to get as much
into his mouth as he could. He'd sucked cocks for well over 20 years now, and
had learned a lot of methods that would allow him to take a cock into his
throat. He employed one such method now. He held his breath, pulled his head
back, stretching his throat to a straighter line, and pushed forward. Slowly he
felt the huge cock go further into his throat and once his nose bumped into the
bristly hair at the base, he knew he's accomplished what he wanted. He had the
entire length of the black cock embedded in his throat and once that happened he
started pumping his head back and forth, building up the friction within with
his mouth, knowing that he'd be able to feel the cum as it shot down his throat
and into his stomach. He knew that he'd not get a taste of it this first time,
but somehow he realized that there would be other chances to get the taste of
this black man's cum. First though, he wanted to suck this wonderful cock and to
be satisfied with knowing that he'd gotten him to shoot his load by only using
his mouth and tongue.
The two men were so engaged with each other that they never noticed that Dr.
Gosman had disrobed and was now just a naked as they were. His 6 inch, uncut
cock, was standing at attention while he jerked off to the sight in front of
him. Then he got on his knees and crawled between the two men and took John's
cock into his mouth.
Like the two men in the room with him, his desires were for cock, as well as
pussy, and he never failed to take advantage of a situation such as this. He
loved sucking a cock as much as watching another man, or woman, suck a cock. He
didn't consider himself either straight or bi, just overly sexed and always
wanting more, regardless of the sex of the patient.
The doctor sucked John's uncut cock until he emptied his load and then he pulled
off, sucking the excess skin and licking all the cum off it. Then he lowered to
the patient's balls and licked on them for a while, getting what little bit of
cum had missed his mouth the first time. Once he was done he got up, dressed
again, and continued to watch the spectacle in front of him.
Eddy enjoyed having someone suck on his cock. He always had, too. Since he'd
never been married he'd had to take whatever he could get, whenever he could get
it. His arrangement with Dr. Gosman had been a welcome one. While he didn't
really like the thought of being hypnotized, he didn't object too much one the
doctor had told him what would be happening. He even insisted that the doctor
implant in his memory the same one he used on his patients, that he distinctly
remember everything that happened. Hell, not that he'd ever discuss it with
anyone, but that way he could always jack off to the many memories, knowing that
he'd never be able to tell anyone what he was thinking. Perhaps, to him, that
was the best part. He could clearly remember every encounter of the past 5
years, and they were
John was beginning to like the feel of the black cock deep in his throat and he
used those muscles to get a grip on the piece of meat and work them as much as
he could, trying his best to get the old man to shoot his load.
Meanwhile, as he stood there, his cock embedded in that white mouth, Eddy
relived some of his prior experiences with Dr. Gosman's other patients, both
black and white, male and female. He clearly remembered his first piece of white
pussy.
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