HELPING HER GO BLACK!

4F elevator boy in WWII helps secretaries meet black bulls

May 2, 2013

by ryderman

Tags:  cuckold  creampie  femdom  obeah  humiliation  sissy  

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Helping Her Go Black!

TJ Ryder

http://www.midnightx.com/

Talking to my favorite uncle Bob about women and sex

has made me realize how things have changed since his day,

and how much they stayed the same.

For one thing, nowadays it's almost acceptable, even desirable in some

circles, for a guy to refer to himself as a cuckold, especially if the

girlfriend or wife has gone black. I know swingers groups of all walks

of life who actively promote this lifestyle. I mean guys don't advertise

it because it's still an embarassing fact, but more women, particularly

wives, are going black on their white husbands with the help of not only

their spouses, but groups of women, and not limited to swingers and

swapper groups either.

So if your'e like me or Uncle Bob; the men in

our family tend not to be too studly, kind of smallish and thin and

easily bullied; well, guys like us can get attractive women if they know

the score. so that part is easier I guess, but Uncle Bob says the

interracial thing is the big thing that has changed. In his day a decent

white woman just couldn't be seen with a black man, so they had to use

a white man for a sort of a screen or diversion if they were lucky enough

to find one who'd play along. So in his day, according to him, cuckolding

was a survival mechanism, especially during the war. So Uncle Bob is

going to relate how he met his first wife Vicki.

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Dear Timmy,

I'm so glad you and your lovely wife have joined the BlackRule Party!

I realize some members of the family aren't too happy about Patty going black, but I can

tell you for a fact a lot of the women are very pleased even if they don't say it in

front of their husbands.

During the war I had a 4-f deferment for a variety of reasons in addition to my small

skinny frame, even more skinny than you are. Flat feet was the killer so I hit the

employment line, and there were tons of jobs, but boy, things were changing fast.

For one thing, just about all the women in the country started filling

all the jobs all the men left when they got drafted, so most of the clerical

jobs, all the office work; well, women dominated that. Cities like Atlanta

especially still needed jobs filled, so naturally, black men filled the

factories and loading docks. Now you know as my favorite nephew that we

share the fact of being a little sub which wasn't anywhere accepted back

then like it is now, but there still is a grapevine like there is everywhere.

When I moved to Atlanta I was younger than you are,

but I had urges I wasn't able to explain.

I always lusted for the beautiful women, and one idea I had was with all the

men gone in my age bracket except for 4-fs like myself, I had a chance for

once! A grapevine buddy advised me that Schwabb's warehouse was a good spot,

and they gave me some kind of personality test, and for some crazy reason I

was made an elevator operator. I was going to quit as soon as I had another

job, especially after I saw the demeaning uniform I had to wear, kind of like

a bellboy. In fact I had wrongly turned down a bellboy job because I was afraid

of not being able to lift the heavy luggage some of the guests showed up for,

but I remedied that ten years later when I took it at an interracial trysting

hotel, the greatest job out there for guys like us, but that's another story.

Anyway, a big company composed of a few older white guys, a lot of young

white women, and a lot of big black men, and a few skinny little 4-f's like

myself, and you know what was going on! You don't have buildings filled with women

clerks nowadays due to computers, but back then the offices were filled with young women,

and during the war, the warehouses in back were filled with black men taking all the

white boy's jobs until the end of the war.

Well, first off the blacks got kind

of militant, letting all us 4-f boys know that if we wanted to stay healthy

things were different. Different in that if you saw a white woman smiling

or talking to a black man, you just did nothing about it. That was for

starters. Then after a while, no matter what you saw them doing, you didn't

say anything. And if you didn't accept it, well, find another job or get your

face beat in.

The fact that before I got there the women were going black was

well known and accepted by everyone at Schwabb's, in fact I think the management

decided it was inevitable. Word is that the president's wife had a black lover.

Anyway, there wasn't a political party like BlackRule then, but there was this

protest organization for militant blacks called Obeah which was an AFrica first

kind of thing. The secretaries and clerks at Schwabb's had their own little

flags too, and it didn't take me too long to find out I had to play the game

to not only keep my job but get any action at all.

In fact, I was just on the job a few days when I found out that

the elevator was a hot spot of quickie activity between the cute white

secretaries on the upper floors and the black warehouse workers,and I was

kind of in the catbird seat. Being warned by a big black loading dock

boss and a female personnel director before the day was out I decided

to take the path of least resistance. The next day I was wearing an

Obeah pin on my left lapel and a Mandingo pin on my right and I addressed

every black man as Sir with a sincere smile. And I also stopped at any

floor they wanted, usually the 16th because it was empty but sometimes

for variety between floors. This wasn't too hard because I was one

of two elevators and there wasn't much traffic in the back tower where

I was except during rush hour. Well what was hard was me! I had to

sit and watch while a luscious white woman got her black cock quota,

usually two or three a day and some of these women were super hot.

And it didn't stop during the daytime. I lived in a company apartment

building touted as a revolutionary model of interracial harmony. It was

harmonious all right. Except for a few white guys very much like me,

it was all white women and black men! I had absolutely no chance with

these white beauties and while it was very erotic, I was seriously

considering other work when I met Vicki.

You had to be around during those days to appreciate what it means

when surrounded by blackowned white beauties to be impressed by a

white girl. Devastated is more like it! She was luscious but

a little older than I was, with a little daughter, dressed in her interview

outfit. She explained that she couldn't find a sitter and she had

to rush down to personnel for the job interview. She was a hick from

the sticks, but so cute. Blonde and wide blue eyes, and no wedding

ring. I found out she was going through a divorce, back then people

felt obliged to explain stuff like that.

"Gosh, um, I guess I forgot about what to do with Lisa! Do you

think I could leave her at the receptionist?"

While Schwabb's was liberal about a lot of stuff, they had to draw

the line on kids or we'd have gotten overrun a long time ago with

all the women working. They did have a subsidized day care center a

block away but you had to be an employee. So while I didn't especially

like it, I made my first pitch, mainly because I really wanted this girl

to be hired and not make a bad first impression.

"Um, well, she could join me, I guess, in the employee lounge,

if you, well, want...!"

She bit her lip, looking closely at me. Even then there were stories

and mothers were careful. Plus being a 4-f means maybe I was rejected

for a psych reason, she maybe was thinking.

"Um, she's safe from me honey," I smiled, winking at the girl who

smiled back, "until she gets a lot older and starts looking like her

beautiful mother anyway!" That was true and brought at least a laugh.

She introduced herself, and I told her my name and showed her my

employee badge, as if I could be anything else in a monkey suit in

an elevator. Lisa was real cute though, and I bought her a candy bar

in the rec room while I took my break early. Vicki came by in half

an hour with a big smile to pick her up.

"How did it go?" I asked, being friendly.

"Oh, thank you so much, Bob. I think I got the job actually!"

"Oh great, maybe, you know, we'll see each other around!"

I really wanted to ask her out right then, while she was sort of

obligated, slime that I am, but didn't, maybe because I didn't want

a rejection. She nodded, sort of gave a meaningless shrug and walked

off with a wave. I watched her luscious bottom swish in her tight

skirt, waving at Lisa who turned and waved back. Cute kid, maybe

like her mother in 20 years. I kept looking for her for the next

couple of weeks, and finally caught her leaving the break room.

"Oh hi, Bob, isn't it?" She looked hot, wearing the kind of slutty

look a lot of the secretaries were going for, her big breasts showing

a lot of cleavage, and then I noticed she didn't wear the Mandingo pin,

and I kind of felt a little self conscious, since I was flying both pins.

"Yeah, hi Vickie. Say, how's that cute kid of yours?"

"She's not so cute sometimes at home, but wer'e doing okay!"

"Um, say," realizing by her employee pin she was in inventory,

meaning she worked in Building A and I probably wouldn't see her for

another month, and not wearing the Mandingo flag could only mean she

hadn't gotten herself a black lover yet, so I figured maybe I had a

shot!

"Um, say, ah, you know, I was wondering, if, well, sometime

after work, well...!"

Her smiled showed dimples. "Your'e asking for a date?" I blushed

and nodded.

"There's a new Cagney movie out at the Metro!"

"Oh, yes, I did want to see that. Um, you mean like tonight?"

"Well, I guess!"

"Mmmmm," she bit her lip, looking at me different now. "You don't

mind if Lisa comes along, I couldn't get a sitter this short notice!"

Well of course I did mind but of course I said no. We agreed on a time

and I had her address and phone number. Her address wasn't at the

subsidized apartment either, it was a very prim and proper apartment

building just for single white women, another good sign I was thinking.

Fresh and innocent. I had this plan right then, lock her up in a

relationship, and then get her the hell out of Schwabb's to another job

before some big black buck stretches her out and flips her to black like

every other woman there who looked even halfway decent. In fact I was

not even thinking why she hadn't gone that way already. The first date

I got a look at her apartment and there was no sign of another man

there. I heard her husband was some rich kid from the sticks, whose

father was a state senator, while she came from a poor white farm family.

That date I only got a peck for a goodnight, and another peck with

a giggle from Lisa. I figured on more next time. The next time I asked

and she smiled and accepted without Lisa, and I got a little more of a kiss,

but it was still remote. I always figured divorcees were ready to rock

and roll, so I kept on trying.

On the fourth date, I knew something was up, wrong, or whatever. She

wasn't responding to me even though she knew for sure I was super turned on

by her. And I think she wanted sex, her lush body seemed to ache for it

and if ever a woman was built for love, well it had to be her. After sitting

in the parked car and resisting my advances again, she bit her lip and

cried.

"Oh, please, Bob, I-I really... shouldn't...!"

"(Gasp) "Oh, okay, honey, okay!" She put her warm palm on

mine which was trying to conceal the jutting hardon.

"I do like you, Bob, but, well, ...!"

"I know, it's okay!"

"No, it's, well, it isn't that I don't want it, Bob, but well,...!"

"Is there something about me then?" I was reaching for a reason now.

I mean why would she keep going out with me otherwise? "I know about

Schwabb's and the Mandingo pins" She looked at me sharply then, so I

continued.

"I know you don't wear one, honey, and I do, but it's like part of

my job, you know how it is!"

She smiled, "is that what you think, Bob? I-I would never go

out with a white boy who didn't wear them!"

That didn't make sense and she shook her head at my blank look.

"Bob, please try to understand. I think Iv'e been using you,

and I'm sorry. I like you and Lisa loves you, but it couldn't work

between us, the way you want anyway. You see, I'm only interested in

black men that way! You have a right to know that!"

"But...your'e not...!"

"Showing any Mandingo pin?" she smiled, shaking her pretty head.

"Bob, I'm in the middle of a custody battle with my ex, and if anyone

could prove I have a black lover, well, I'd never see Lisa again!

Don't you understand?"

"Oh, wow," I groaned, but still puzzled. "So that means, you have

a, you know...!"

She nodded, smiled and patted my hand. "Yes, a black lover.

We came to Atlanta together; of course we don't live together, and we

have to be very careful, because a private detective could be out there

any time."

"Wow, a private dick, do you really think so?"

She nodded emphatically. "Yes, I still have friends in Valdosta,

the ones whov'e taken black lovers,(smile) and Maureen assures me to be on

the lookout for a black buick with a green bumpersticker. Of course

it could be any car so I just have to be careful!"

"Okay," I said, resignedly, "I guess it's time to bow out!"

She patted my hand sympathetically. "I mean I do enjoy our dates, Bob.

I'd still like to see you, that is, if you'd like to. In fact when I

found out the score at Schwabb's and saw you with that pin, and heard the stories, you

know, I was trying to figure out some way you could help me!"

Wow, would I! Naturally I said sure.

"And, maybe you wouldn't mind, you know, maybe helping me and Tyrone

get together sometime?"

(Gulp) "Like h-how?" At least I had a name to go with an image, and it

didn't help much, remembering a giant black muscular new hire at the loading

dock. Imagining his huge black body holding this sweet innocent white luscious

girl made my dick instant hardon.

"Oh, like picking me up, and going into a movie with me downtown,

Tyrone and I know this theater near his room where it's pretty safe

for me to pretend to go to a movie and slip back out."

I knew if I didn't say yes that would be it, so I nodded,

"Sure, I, guess...!"

"And then, when we come back out of the movie, well, we can have our own date,

although, it would be absolutely wonderful if you'd pretend just a little bit

more. Like, you know, I was thinking of going to Lookout Point or someplace,

just in case I'm being followed. Other than that we can do anything you like!"

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The idea of making out which I'd been

trying to do all along settled it right then. I had a lot of hopes now and

she knew it.

Three nights later I asked her for a date and she accepted, and said

she wanted to go to the Rialto 7pm show. The fact that she didn't know what

was playing made it obvious why but I didn't care much. I was thinking of after

the movie.

Fortunately she had a sitter for Lisa, a really cute teenager with a

shapely body, still in high school, who opened the door.

I was wondering right away if she knew what was going on by her smirk.

Vickie came out wearing a drop dead low cut dress, no bra, FM shoes.

"Oh you met Dawn, she'll be watching Lisa. Lisa's taking a little nap now,

but make sure she hits bed before 11. I don't know how long we'll be."

"Oh, it's really okay, Mrs Ellershaw. I know how it goes. And, Bob, " she smiled

at me, "I think it's really sweet of you to help like this!" I was a little confused

by that until I saw a silver Mandingo pin peeking from her deep cleavage.

"U-um, thanks, I'm pleased to help out!"

"Thanks honey," Vickie said, kissing her on the cheek, "Dawn's been blackowned

since she was a kid, it's like a sisterhood, Bob!" Both women giggled and I

blushed. But she admonished Dawn not to be seen coming into the building wearing

the medallion.

"Don't worry, I keep it on a long chain, see!" She let me see her cleavage

some more as she pulled it teasingly out. She liked teasing whiteboys as much as

the stuck-up blackowned sluts at Schwabb's.

When we were in the car, she slid over to me, saying someone might already

be staking out her building. The warmth of her rump near me got me itchy again.

We both watched for car lights turning on as I pulled my old heap out but I'm

no detective, anyone could be out there, and it kind of made me feel like being

in a fishbowl. Vickie was playing it up through, when we sat under a lot of lights,

nuzzled my neck and giggled when she saw it gave me the squirmies.

When we got to the theater in an interracial part of town it was crowded,

which is what she said she was hoping for. She explained how it was going to go down.

She kept her ticket stud, and we sat near an exit on one side until the movie

started, some gangster thing I had seen already. And then when it was nearly full

and dark, she said she would be back before it ended at nine, and I was to change

seats also after she left, just in case. We would meet in the lobby near the

ladies room when the movie got out.

As she sat there, she shifted her bare shapely legs, her ripe thighs

crossing and uncrossing, her big breasts softly heaving, and she seemed

unable to not cup her breast, and I could see her braless firm beauties already

had big hard nipples.

She whispered to me, "I'm waiting for some people to come into the row in front

and back, oh damn, why is it taking soo long?"

I asked her why I should change seats also.

"Oh, just in case someone already has scoped out where wer'e sitting.

If he returns and sees you sitting alone it would be suspicious, so you

should switch seats a couple of times. oooh, come on people," she sighed

impatiently, and then smiled, taking my hand. "I just can't help being

anxious, Bob. Tyrone and I haven't been together for almost three weeks,

it's just so unfair!" I agreed with her. Finally for her, too soon for me,

people started milling in the seats around us and she deftly slipped out with

practiced ease. I waited for ten minutes and also slipped out in the darkness,

going to the other side of the theater and sat beside a couple in one of the

few single seats. A very shapely redhead was sitting besides a balding

middleaged man, and she kissed him on the cheek, and got up.

"Now be a good pretend sissy, dear. I'll be back in an hour or so."

"Yes dear," he replied humbly, "remember we can't be late for my boss's party!"

"We'll get there, now watch the movie like a good boy!"

It was becoming evident that Vickie's little ploy was being copied,

and I counted several single guys in rows around me with empty seats

beside them with women's coats in them. At intermission I stood in the lobby

and picked up some gossip. Some of the guys even knew each other. Turned

out the Rialto is near several Negroe SRO buildings and couples trying to

be discreet came from all over. That's how it was back then. Anyway

I sat watching a movie I had already seen, nursing a hardon, making it harder

thinking of what Vickie was doing that moment, not able to think of anything

else, probably like all the poor whiteboy suckers, no, what did that woman

say, Sissies!" Finally, the movie ended, and I joined the milling crowd

and walked out to the lobby, holding Vickie's light wrap for cover, and

I was getting worried, most of the people had filed out and the next audience

was coming in when she came up, a little out of breath.

"Oh, wow, Bob, I was almost late here!"

"Yeah, but it's okay!"

"Did you like the movie?"

I didn't want to say I'd already seen it, so I said yes. She smiled

and took my arm, making me feel nice and proud as we walked out, so absurd I

know, but how often do guys like us get to walk out with a mega babe on our

arm?

Inside the car, I felt like asking her how it went, but that was a

stupid question. I could tell just by looking at her she'd done some heavy

loving. She had lovebites on her sweet slim soft neck, and pinch marks on

her breasts and arms, and I could swear she even had traces of semen in

her blonde hair and on the tops of her breasts. Even on the side of her

full but smudged lips. And inside the car the unmistakable fragrance of

female cuntcream and negroe studlust filled the enclosed area along with her

musk perfume and sweat. She was still softly panting, but also serene

and very satisfied. She took several luxurious long breaths after she

slid over near me again.

"Here, Bob, kiss me now, just in case!"

I did so very willingly, her hand on my thigh as she leaned and tilted her

beautiful face up. Her lips and tongue tasted like sperm, negroe sperm, and

she knew it and didn't care any more. I kissed and tongued her,groaning,

until she giggled and pushed me away.

"Down boy," she smiled, seeing my little projection in my lap. "I also

wanted to make sure you weren't put off by a white woman who's just come from

a black man, and I guess you aren't, are you, Bob?"

My throat thick, I croaked a 'no'.

"That's nice, now I am famished, Bob, but we can't go to a restaurant,

you know, the way I look, not for a detective who knows what a white woman

looks like after being with a big black buck, haha!" I smiled weakly.

"So," she continued, stroking my thigh, near my hardon, as my body

trembled, "if you still want to, we can go to Lookout Point, but I want

you to know, that I talked this over with Tyrone, and he said it was okay,

but only if, well, you accept that he owns me like a Black man should,

and, well, I can't touch a white penis." I looked blank at that, and

she would have blushed if the color in her cheeks wasn't still high

from all her lovemaking.

"You can use your mouth and tongue, Bob, but that's it. We just pretend

to have regular sex, okay?"

Groaning, naturally I said yes, and she kissed me on the cheek.

On the drive up she cuddled closer, her big breasts pressing against me.

"This is so sweet of you, Bob, doing this for me."

"Well," I paused, as we finally made it to the long curving parking

lane overlooking the airport, finding a spot among the making out couples.

It was not totally dark, shapes could be seen, like I'm sure ours were.

"I mean," she said, turning to me and pressing her big breasts against

my chest, "it's so difficult for a girls like me, whov'e gone black, you

know!"

"Yes, (kiss), I - ah, ...!"

"Mmmm, and Tyrone was so big and stiff tonight, it's been so long

since Iv'e been with a real man it seems, (sigh) he just pumped me so full,

isn't that nice?"

(gasp) "Y-yes, mmm, (kiss), ahhhh!"

"And just because I can't touch your little penis, Bob, doesn't mean

I don't want your lips and tongue, everywhere! That's what I like a

whiteboy for, after Iv'e been with a real man. You don't mind, do you?"

(groan) "B-but, ....!" She unbuttoned my shirt for me, popping

a couple of buttons and then leaned back, and I gaped at her undoing the

straps of her top, as she smiled, teasing.

"And if your'e a good boy, you can get a taste of this too. Tyrone

just sprayed me earlier so...," as she undid the snap and slowly dropped

her top, letting me gaze, licking my lips at her luscious gorgeous

big firm breasts. "My nipples are a little sore because he pinched them,

so be gentle, and look,"she traced her finger to a white sperm strand,

catching it off her breast and putting her finger in my mouth. "oooh,

(giggle) I really need a cleaning I guess. mmmmm!" I licked and kissed

all over her front, her nips, tasting her, and finally, she sighed,

and leaned back in the seat, gently pushing me to my knees between her

legs.

"Good sissies know how to really clean a woman who's gone black,

Bob, I know you want to be one, don't you?"

"Y-yes," I moaned, looking at her spreading thighs, her damp bikini

panties.

"Good," she smiled, "because I think I might just have another cum,

but only after you clean me, everywhere. But don't touch my clit yet, allright?"

I could only nod, and she giggled, lifting up her sweet buttocks as

I put my fingers in the bikini waistband and slid them off, gaping at a

pussy and anus that looked like nothing I had ever seen. It looked like

she had been with a bull or a horse, and this was the first time I had

ever seen a woman's privates after a big black bull had been there.

Her pussylips were three times normal size and even her anus was huge

and puffy, and drooling white ropey strands of negroe sperm. Tyrone must

shoot a big load, maybe multiple loads. I was repelled and turned on,

and stood stunned and conflicted. Her hand on the back of my head pulling

me forward decided it.

"Come on, Bob, clean me like a good sissy now! I'd never have come

up here with you if I thought you wouldn't be a good boy!" I moved

closer and pressed my face into her cunt, tasting her, and deciding it wasn't

as bad as I thought, in fact, it was kicky, as I slurped and licked and kissed

and she sighed and moaned. She used her hands to guide where she wanted my

lips to worship her, and that's what it was, and I knew she was used to it.

"That's a good sissyboy, Bob, mmmmmm, ooooh, yes, that's a black man's

cum, little boy, worship that up now like you should, mmmmmm, yesss!"

Finally, she let me lick across her distended swollen sore clit, and she

stiffened, groaning, and then gripped my face in her strong thighs, and had

a long orgasm, pushing out the rest of Tyrone's spermload in my softly gulping

mouth.

"Oh yessss yesss, that's it wimpy, suck that up, yesssssss!"

As she came down from her cum, she relaxed her thigh muscles, but still kept

my head there as I kissed her sweet anus a couple of times. My own little throbber

leaked drops on my pants as she moved back, sighing deeply. Her face was flushed

and she smiled.

"Oooh myyyy, that was soo nice. I bet we put on a nice show if someone

is out there too!"

Groaning, I shifted back to my seat, and arranged my hardon upward.

Noticing, she smiled while she buttoned her top back up. "I know it's seems

unfair, Bob, about Tyrone not allowing me to touch a white boy's privates any more."

"Yes, (groan) well...!"

"But," she added breezily while she checked her makeup in the mirror,

"I suppose it's only fair though. I could never be interested in your little

penis, Bob, even if Tyrone wasn't around. I am only going to have big black

real man cock from now on, you don't mind do you?"

I groaned, and she smiled, looking at my little lump. "But you can take

your pants and underwear off, Bob, because I do have something for you."

Not comprehending, the raging hardon taking control, I was hopeful as she

giggled as I quickly slipped them off, showing her my stiff 5 and a half inch

pale erection.

"Oooh, smaller than I thought, (giggle), but here, I understand you have

needs too, Bob. I want you to wear these as a token of our friendship!"

She handed me her warm saturated pink bikini panties! I wanted to inhale

the fragrance but I dutifully slipped them on, making her smile even wider at

how my genitals filled them.

"There, you look so nice too. That's a common token for girls like us

to give to their sissyboys; and because youv'e been so nice I'm going to let

you jack off in them while I finish putting on my makeup. But please do hurry,

Bob, I'm just starving now. Where do you want to go for dinner?"

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