I had the idea for this story after a chat last night with a couple guys. I've told it from the perspective of a husband since so many people on here seem to be in to that sort of thing (I'm single). This is my first attempt ever at writing a story, so please let me know what you think.
Thank you Marcus and Jerome for filling my head with such filthy thoughts!
10 Stroke - By Emily (ESB8034C on Dark Cavern)
Stuart decided that he had had enough. He had know for some time that his wife's weekly night out every Friday for the last four months was not for a second job as she had claimed, and he suspected that she was now having an affair. He sat in his car nervously smoking on a cigarette, a habit he had given up years ago, as he anxiously watched his petite wife exit her own car and gleefully walk up to the front door of the townhouse that he had secretly followed her too that evening. Her excitement and anticipation was blatantly evident, even from Stuart's vantage point, hiding in his car at the end of the street.
"This is it!", he said to himself, "Time to find out who the other guy is!"
He watched in awe as her dainty finger reached out and rang the bell, only to have the door flung open by a tall, dark skinned black man. He stared in disbelief as his wife gave him a beaming smile, made some idle small talk, and then giggled as she quickly trotted inside.
"A black man!", he said to himself, "A fucking nigger! I can't fucking believe it!"
Stuart lit up another cigarette and began nervously tapping on the steering wheel of his car. Anger, fear, shock, all seemed to rush through him at once as he contemplated what he should do. Should he barge in and confront them? Should he go home and confront her at home alone? He continued developing his game plan in his mind when two sets of headlights caught his eye as they parked near the same townhouse. Stuart watched as three more black men stepped out of the two cars and walked up to the townhouse.
"No fucking way!" he said to himself, as he watched the first black man he had seen with his wife, presumably the home owner, open the door and welcome the three inside.
"What the fuck is going on?!" he asked himself, as he realized that his wife had secretly come to the townhouse to meet with not just one, but four black men.
Getting out of his car Stuart began walking up the street towards the townhouse, still nervously puffing on his cigarette. Unsure of his plan, he knew only that he had to stop this. As he grew nearer, his courage faded as yet another car approached and parked in the driveway of the townhouse, only to reveal four more black men as they stepped out of the car and approached the house. Shaking from nervousness, Stuart continued walking past the townhouse, attempting to look nonchalant, as the homeowner opened to door to greet his newest guests.
"Hey, come on in," said the black homeowner, "We're still waiting for a few more, but we're just about to start.", he continued, as the four stepped inside and shut the door behind them.
"A few more?!" Stuart hissed between his teeth, "What the fuck is going on?!"
His shock and anger now replaced with outraged curiosity, Stuart decided he had to find out exactly what his wife had become involved in. Looking around to make sure there was no one else on the dark street, Stuart made a mad dash between the narrow townhouses and slipped into the darkness. Making his way along the side of the townhouse, Stuart began peering into windows, but couldn't see any sign of activity. Then, as he reached the back of the house, he heard laughter and conversation coming from the backyard. Finding the backyard completely surrounded by a tall wooden privacy fence, Stuart knew he would have to find some way to see over it and quickly climbed a nearby tree.
From his perch, Stuart could clearly see that the backyard had been set up for some kind of party. A cooler full of pop by the back door, bags of opened chips on a table, and 7 of the 8 black men he had seen standing around engaging in small talk with one another. Curiously, he could see no sign of his wife, but did notice something strange, an object, presumably a statue or piece of furniture, covered by a sheet in the middle of the yard. As Stuart continued searching in vain for any sign of his wife, his attention was suddenly drawn to the back door of the house as the homeowner stepped into the backyard with three more black men, bringing the total to eleven.
"Ok!", said the black homeowner, "Everyone is here, so we can go ahead and get started. First, I want to thank everyone who brought a friend along to be a new player this week, the more brothers we get to play this game, the bigger the pot! So let's all make an effort to bring someone new along each week."
"Game?" Stuart quietly said to himself, "What the fuck is he talking about?"
"For those of you who are new to this," continued the black homeowner, "the game is called 10 Stroke and here are the rules: first, everyone puts 10 dollars into a pot, then we line up and each take turns doing 10 strokes in each of the fuck doll's cock holes, the last one to cum is the winner!"
"Where's the fuck doll?" asked one of the other black men.
"Right here," continued the black homeowner, as he pulled the sheet off of the mysterious object in the middle of the yard.
Stuart could not believe his eyes, there on all fours, in the middle of this black man's backyard, was his wife. Completely naked, her legs spread wide to ****** her pussy and ass, and her wrists and ankles tied to four stakes pounded into the ground, preventing her from moving. A large blue tarp had also been placed on the ground underneath her. She had been the object under the sheet; she was the fuck doll they were talking about.
"Now everyone listen up," continued the black homeowner, "in order to make it fair, everyone has to do their 10 strokes the same way. All 10 strokes must be as hard and as fast as you can do them, they must go all the way in to the fuck doll's cock holes until your balls slap it, and on the retraction of each stroke you must bring your entire shaft out so only the head of your dick is inside the fuck doll. No half-assed strokes here!"
"Can your fuck doll take all that?", asked another of the black men.
"No problem!", answered the black homeowner with a laugh, "All three of the fuck doll's cock holes have been lubed up good and we've been playing 10 Stroke with this fuck doll once a week for about 4 months, so it can handle everything you can give it! So that means no holding back! When I say your strokes have to be full force, hard, fast, and deep, I mean it! If not, you'll be disqualified! Don't worry about the fuck doll, that thing is meant to be used this way."
Stuart felt a knot beginning to develop in his stomach as he listened to them speak about his wife. What struck him most was how they kept referring to her as a 'doll', an 'it', and even a 'thing'. Stuart suddenly realized that she was nothing more than an object to them, a toy that they used to play their game, he realized that in their eyes, she wasn't even a person, she was exactly what they called her…a fuck doll.
"Ok," continued the black homeowner, "here's how we're going to break it down, I've got 11 numbers in this hat, everyone will draw a number, odd numbers will start at the back of the fuck doll, even numbers will start at the front of the fuck doll. After your 10 strokes, go to the end of the line on the other side of the fuck doll, so if you start at the front, go to the back. We'll switch back and forth like that after each 10 stroke. Also, since there are two cock holes at the back of the fuck doll, we'll alternate which hole we use. First time your at the back, you'll use the pussy, second time you'll use the ass, and so on. And one last thing, if your gonna lose it, you have to pull out and shoot your load on the tarp! No cumming inside the fuck doll, only the winner gets to do that! Everyone got it?"
Stuart sat in his perch in the tree, quiet and dumbfounded at what he had just heard. He stared intently at his wife, who had remained completely silent and motionless throughout the entire speech, wondering how she could allow herself to be used like this. He watched as all eleven black men drew their numbers from the hat, disrobed and began lining up to use his wife. Each stroking their large black cocks until they were stiff and erect.
"Ok," said the black homeowner, "10 Stroke is on!!!"
Stuart watched helplessly as the black men at her front and back both simultaneously plunged deep into his wife's pussy and mouth. He almost cried out when he heard the gargling sound emanating from his wife as the black man at her front quickly and forcefully pushed his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat, all while holding the back of her head, until his balls struck her chin with an audible slap.
"Damn!" said the black man in her mouth, as he retracted his cock, "I can't believe how tight this is!"
Stuart couldn't believe it either, as he watched his wife's lips close tightly around the large black dick, and saw her cheeks pucker in from the force of her sucking, as if she was attempting to keep it from leaving her mouth.
"You didn't think it would be easy did you?", asked the black man in line behind him, "All three of this fuck doll's holes will work your dick really good!"
Stuart watched as the black man at her front continued ramming his cock down his wife's throat, while at the same time, the man behind her pounded her pussy with enough force to make her whole body shake with each thrust.
Thank you Marcus and Jerome for filling my head with such filthy thoughts!
10 Stroke - By Emily (ESB8034C on Dark Cavern)
Stuart decided that he had had enough. He had know for some time that his wife's weekly night out every Friday for the last four months was not for a second job as she had claimed, and he suspected that she was now having an affair. He sat in his car nervously smoking on a cigarette, a habit he had given up years ago, as he anxiously watched his petite wife exit her own car and gleefully walk up to the front door of the townhouse that he had secretly followed her too that evening. Her excitement and anticipation was blatantly evident, even from Stuart's vantage point, hiding in his car at the end of the street.
"This is it!", he said to himself, "Time to find out who the other guy is!"
He watched in awe as her dainty finger reached out and rang the bell, only to have the door flung open by a tall, dark skinned black man. He stared in disbelief as his wife gave him a beaming smile, made some idle small talk, and then giggled as she quickly trotted inside.
"A black man!", he said to himself, "A fucking nigger! I can't fucking believe it!"
Stuart lit up another cigarette and began nervously tapping on the steering wheel of his car. Anger, fear, shock, all seemed to rush through him at once as he contemplated what he should do. Should he barge in and confront them? Should he go home and confront her at home alone? He continued developing his game plan in his mind when two sets of headlights caught his eye as they parked near the same townhouse. Stuart watched as three more black men stepped out of the two cars and walked up to the townhouse.
"No fucking way!" he said to himself, as he watched the first black man he had seen with his wife, presumably the home owner, open the door and welcome the three inside.
"What the fuck is going on?!" he asked himself, as he realized that his wife had secretly come to the townhouse to meet with not just one, but four black men.
Getting out of his car Stuart began walking up the street towards the townhouse, still nervously puffing on his cigarette. Unsure of his plan, he knew only that he had to stop this. As he grew nearer, his courage faded as yet another car approached and parked in the driveway of the townhouse, only to reveal four more black men as they stepped out of the car and approached the house. Shaking from nervousness, Stuart continued walking past the townhouse, attempting to look nonchalant, as the homeowner opened to door to greet his newest guests.
"Hey, come on in," said the black homeowner, "We're still waiting for a few more, but we're just about to start.", he continued, as the four stepped inside and shut the door behind them.
"A few more?!" Stuart hissed between his teeth, "What the fuck is going on?!"
His shock and anger now replaced with outraged curiosity, Stuart decided he had to find out exactly what his wife had become involved in. Looking around to make sure there was no one else on the dark street, Stuart made a mad dash between the narrow townhouses and slipped into the darkness. Making his way along the side of the townhouse, Stuart began peering into windows, but couldn't see any sign of activity. Then, as he reached the back of the house, he heard laughter and conversation coming from the backyard. Finding the backyard completely surrounded by a tall wooden privacy fence, Stuart knew he would have to find some way to see over it and quickly climbed a nearby tree.
From his perch, Stuart could clearly see that the backyard had been set up for some kind of party. A cooler full of pop by the back door, bags of opened chips on a table, and 7 of the 8 black men he had seen standing around engaging in small talk with one another. Curiously, he could see no sign of his wife, but did notice something strange, an object, presumably a statue or piece of furniture, covered by a sheet in the middle of the yard. As Stuart continued searching in vain for any sign of his wife, his attention was suddenly drawn to the back door of the house as the homeowner stepped into the backyard with three more black men, bringing the total to eleven.
"Ok!", said the black homeowner, "Everyone is here, so we can go ahead and get started. First, I want to thank everyone who brought a friend along to be a new player this week, the more brothers we get to play this game, the bigger the pot! So let's all make an effort to bring someone new along each week."
"Game?" Stuart quietly said to himself, "What the fuck is he talking about?"
"For those of you who are new to this," continued the black homeowner, "the game is called 10 Stroke and here are the rules: first, everyone puts 10 dollars into a pot, then we line up and each take turns doing 10 strokes in each of the fuck doll's cock holes, the last one to cum is the winner!"
"Where's the fuck doll?" asked one of the other black men.
"Right here," continued the black homeowner, as he pulled the sheet off of the mysterious object in the middle of the yard.
Stuart could not believe his eyes, there on all fours, in the middle of this black man's backyard, was his wife. Completely naked, her legs spread wide to ****** her pussy and ass, and her wrists and ankles tied to four stakes pounded into the ground, preventing her from moving. A large blue tarp had also been placed on the ground underneath her. She had been the object under the sheet; she was the fuck doll they were talking about.
"Now everyone listen up," continued the black homeowner, "in order to make it fair, everyone has to do their 10 strokes the same way. All 10 strokes must be as hard and as fast as you can do them, they must go all the way in to the fuck doll's cock holes until your balls slap it, and on the retraction of each stroke you must bring your entire shaft out so only the head of your dick is inside the fuck doll. No half-assed strokes here!"
"Can your fuck doll take all that?", asked another of the black men.
"No problem!", answered the black homeowner with a laugh, "All three of the fuck doll's cock holes have been lubed up good and we've been playing 10 Stroke with this fuck doll once a week for about 4 months, so it can handle everything you can give it! So that means no holding back! When I say your strokes have to be full force, hard, fast, and deep, I mean it! If not, you'll be disqualified! Don't worry about the fuck doll, that thing is meant to be used this way."
Stuart felt a knot beginning to develop in his stomach as he listened to them speak about his wife. What struck him most was how they kept referring to her as a 'doll', an 'it', and even a 'thing'. Stuart suddenly realized that she was nothing more than an object to them, a toy that they used to play their game, he realized that in their eyes, she wasn't even a person, she was exactly what they called her…a fuck doll.
"Ok," continued the black homeowner, "here's how we're going to break it down, I've got 11 numbers in this hat, everyone will draw a number, odd numbers will start at the back of the fuck doll, even numbers will start at the front of the fuck doll. After your 10 strokes, go to the end of the line on the other side of the fuck doll, so if you start at the front, go to the back. We'll switch back and forth like that after each 10 stroke. Also, since there are two cock holes at the back of the fuck doll, we'll alternate which hole we use. First time your at the back, you'll use the pussy, second time you'll use the ass, and so on. And one last thing, if your gonna lose it, you have to pull out and shoot your load on the tarp! No cumming inside the fuck doll, only the winner gets to do that! Everyone got it?"
Stuart sat in his perch in the tree, quiet and dumbfounded at what he had just heard. He stared intently at his wife, who had remained completely silent and motionless throughout the entire speech, wondering how she could allow herself to be used like this. He watched as all eleven black men drew their numbers from the hat, disrobed and began lining up to use his wife. Each stroking their large black cocks until they were stiff and erect.
"Ok," said the black homeowner, "10 Stroke is on!!!"
Stuart watched helplessly as the black men at her front and back both simultaneously plunged deep into his wife's pussy and mouth. He almost cried out when he heard the gargling sound emanating from his wife as the black man at her front quickly and forcefully pushed his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat, all while holding the back of her head, until his balls struck her chin with an audible slap.
"Damn!" said the black man in her mouth, as he retracted his cock, "I can't believe how tight this is!"
Stuart couldn't believe it either, as he watched his wife's lips close tightly around the large black dick, and saw her cheeks pucker in from the force of her sucking, as if she was attempting to keep it from leaving her mouth.
"You didn't think it would be easy did you?", asked the black man in line behind him, "All three of this fuck doll's holes will work your dick really good!"
Stuart watched as the black man at her front continued ramming his cock down his wife's throat, while at the same time, the man behind her pounded her pussy with enough force to make her whole body shake with each thrust.
