How my wife and I became Iain’s creatures of pleasure

I had to write and thank you for posting ‘White Porcelain’
to the Collection – it was so refreshing to read such a
well crafted story about interracial sex. I get so hacked
off by all those over the top efforts from the Madingo

I particularly liked the way Simon and Penny were
‘encouraged’ to do Mr Asher’s bidding; it reminded me of
the time my wife and I were addicted to black cock in the
1970s. Iain – a charismatic, Svengali-like man in his late
fifties – persuaded us to try something a little more
exciting than mainstream wife-swapping – Mary and I were in
our early twenties at the time.

Iain loved to photograph burly black men fucking slim,
white wimps – he would organize weekend get-togethers at
his flat in south London for this purpose. These all-day,
and night, sex-romps would see Mary and me stripping off in
front of four fully clothed men: Arnim, Leo, Lloyd and
Iain. The three black men – all West Indians from the
Windward Islands – would ‘encourage’ us to humiliate
ourselves in all kinds of different ways before being
allowed to suck on their coal-black cocks.

Iain was an eminent psychosurgeon, with access to a good
supply of mind-blowing drugs. He dished these treats out
for services rendered, and one of these services was linked
to his passion for holes. He would examine Mary and me with
all kinds of surgical probes – we would lie face up, or
face down, on the twin beds in his spare bedroom and suffer
in silence.

Iain turned me into a voyeur of the first water. He would
order me and Colin, another young cock-sucker, to stand
behind the camera and watch our wives being serviced by
Arnim & Co. I also got to see Colin and Karen being
examined and gang-banged on lots of different occasions.

The man really took advantage of our submissive natures. I
remember coming home from work one evening and finding him
sitting on the sofa with Mary stretched out across his lap,
face down – he was fully clothed, she was stark naked.

A Club Doma tape was running on the video player and Mary’s
arse-cheeks were bright red. Of course, it wasn’t long
before I was ordered into the bathroom to strip off and get
ready for an evening of humiliation and abuse.

Ah! Those were the days.



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To: andy
From: bi-boy
Date: Wednesday, 11 February, 2009, 11:01 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story

Hello Andy,

Thank you for your message. Always nice to know that my
stories are appreciated. Not great works of literature,
but hopefully do their job of turning the reader on.

Mostly fiction and fantasy, but White Porcelain was based
on reality. It was one of my very first efforts, and was
typed on a portable typewriter back in the 70’s. Lost, and
then re-written from memory in the late 80’s. Penny and I
did have an arrangement with our landlord and his friends
in the late 60’s. Mr Asher (not his real name) pimped us
out on a regular basis once he had us hooked.

I bet your relationship with Iain would make a great story.
Have you considered writing it up and posting it to the

All the best,


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To: bi-boy
From: andy
Date: Thursday, 12 February, 2009, 07:34 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story
Attachment(s): Karen_Look-alike.jpg; Mary_Look-alike.jpg

Hi Simon,

Many thanks for getting back to me so quickly. In my haste
to press the send button I forgot to attach two look-alike
pix to my previous e-mail. I also forgot to ask if you
could use my relationship with Iain as a basis for one of
your bisexual stories – I’m really crap at writing erotica;
I can write reports and such like, but I haven’t your gift
for bringing characters and events alive.

By the way, did Mr Asher ever film you and Penny being
fucked by Fabian at those parties in Surrey? I would really
like to see a few pix of you and Penny licking some black
cock into shape 🙂



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To: andy
From: bi-boy
Date: Thursday, 12 February, 2009, 11:44 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story

Hello Andy,

Thanks for the pics, very nice. Sorry, but no cameras were
ever allowed at the parties: bank managers and stockbrokers
don’t like to be seen watching white couples bending over
for black dick.

Yes, your liaison with Iain and the West Indians would make
a great story for the Collection. Just write it down in
report form, with as much detail as you can.

I’ll give it the once over when it arrives, to see if I can
turn it into a story.

All the best,


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To: bi-boy
From: andy
Date: Sunday, 15 February, 2009, 08:14 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story
Attachment(s): Christine_Keeler.jpg;

Hi Simon,

It was a friend of Mary’s that first suggested we try wife-
swapping – Jenny showed Mary some photographs of her and
her husband having sex with another couple at a party. I
really fancied Jenny, so I pressed my wife for more details
when she mentioned the wife-swapping conversation during
one of our ‘let’s talk dirty’ sessions, which we usually
had before sex.

I was sold on the idea the moment I saw the photographs of
Jenny in the nude. Mary said she really liked the idea of
having a threesome with Jenny’s husband, Kevin. She also
liked the idea of watching me being sucked off by Jenny. I
had no idea at the time that Jenny and Mary were runners in
the Bored Housewife Stakes – the two fillies often spent an
afternoon in bed together during the week.

I also didn’t know that Kevin, on a day off from work, had
joined in the fun and ridden both fillies. This sex-romp
had prompted Mary to get me involved, which she figured
would allow her to have Kevin’s cock on a regular basis
without feeling guilty about it.

Jenny and Mary devised a plan that took care of my needs on
a Saturday afternoon and kept Kevin satisfied during the
evening. The two girls would spend the afternoon at the
flat with me, then travel to Jenny’s house by minicab to
have sex with Andy and Kevin – now this is where things get
a little complicated: because Kevin and I didn’t know each
other, Alan the minicab driver, who was Jenny’s bit on the
side, pretended to be me during the evening’s sex-romp. So,
let’s recap: I had sex with the two girls in the afternoon;
Mary had sex with Kevin in the evening; Jenny had sex with
Alan, a.k.a. Andy, in the evening.

Kevin thought Jenny and Mary were shopping in town when
they were sucking on my cock in the afternoon. He also
thought that Jenny and Mary sharing a bed together was a
good way of keeping any wolf away from his wife’s door, and
an ideal way for him to share in the fun from time to time.
Unfortunately, the poor sod didn’t realize that Alan was
also sharing the bed with the two girls while he and I were
at work.

Alan made no pretence to be Kevin when he and Jenny turned
up at the flat for an evening of passion. He openly stated
that he was Jenny’s lover as he pressed a video tape into
my hand and told me to play it.

‘It’s home-made porn, Andy,’ he said, smiling. ‘So we get
to see lots of girls like Jenny and Mary being fucked by
men like you and me.’

The tape was indeed a home-made compilation of three or
four sex parties, and Alan and his hard-standing cock
appeared in several scenes.

‘You can keep the tape if you get down on your knees and
suck my cock,’ he said, straight-faced. ‘You’ve had enough
booze to sweep away all those silly inhibitions, and Jenny
and Mary want to see you do it.’

‘Fuck off, Alan,’ I snapped. ‘I’m no pansy.’

‘Nor am I,’ he said. ‘But I still want you and the girls to
suck on my cock tonight. Look, that guy’s about to suck on
the cock that’s just fucked his wife.’

I sat and watched in disbelief as an ordinary-looking guy
appeared on the television screen and did the deed in front
of everyone at the party. And not content with just sucking
cock, he stopped for a few seconds to tell the cameraman to
zoom in for a close-up.

‘He’s fucking drunk,’ I said.

‘Of course he is,’ Alan said, laughing. ‘It’s his favourite
party trick. He does it every time Roy fucks his wife.’

We all laughed as the girls stood up and headed for the
bathroom to get ready for the sex-romp.

An hour or so later, and with lots of encouragement from
Jenny and Mary, I opened my mouth and sucked in Alan’s
hard-standing cock. The bedroom was in total darkness, so I
didn’t feel so ill at ease – I don’t think I would have had
the nerve if the bedside lights were still on.

I was drunk, but more on sex than booze. And Jenny made it
sound so sexy and exciting to pleasure a man’s stem and
seed sac with my tongue.

‘That’s it, Andy,’ she said. ‘Keep it nice and stiff for
Mary. And don’t go touching your own cock. I’ll be wanting
it inside me later.’

With Kevin away on business, which allowed Jenny to stay
overnight, I found myself sucking on Alan’s cock the next
day as well. The man and his two assistants kept me naked
and on a sexual high for hours and hours. I played their
kinky games and became Alan’s doormat – he knew he could
bully me into doing his bidding: I was a natural born
submissive; he was a dominant alpha male.

* * *

Iain was the first to greet Mary and me when we arrived at
his flat for the party. I was expecting to see a room full
of married couples, waiting for the off. However, only Alan
and Jenny were sitting on the settee when we entered the
living room.

‘I’m glad you two could make it,’ Alan said, as he stood up
to take our coats. ‘The rest of the gang will be here in an
hour or two. I thought it best that you meet Iain first.’

‘Would you like a drink?’ asked Iain. ‘I can offer you a
good selection of alcoholic beverages.’

‘Keep going,’ said Alan, as he took our coats and made it
quite clear that he wanted us to hand over the rest of our
clothes. ‘Iain’s a doctor, so he’s seen it all before.’

‘There’s whisky, brandy, beer,’ Iain continued.

The situation we found ourselves in was truly bizarre.
There was Iain playing the perfect host whilst Alan was
demanded that we strip naked in front of him.

‘I’ll have a vodka and orange, if you have it,’ said Mary,
as she unbuttoned her top and slipped it off.’

‘She’s got lovely little tits, Alan,’ said Iain. ‘I really
like schoolgirl tits on a blonde.’

‘I’ll have a beer,’ I said, trying to come to terms with
the surreal situation I was in.

‘Can you do the honours, Jen,’ said Iain. ‘I want to see
what these two youngsters have on offer.’

The man stood and watched in silence as Mary and I stripped
off completely.

‘No earrings, rings or watches to be worn,’ said Alan. ‘So
hand them over as well.’

Mary and I fucked like rabbits for a month on the strength
of that first meeting with Iain. We both got a real buzz
out of undressing in front of three fully clothed people in
a stranger’s flat. We also got a buzz out of being the only
naked couple in the room when the other guests arrived.

Because we are both fair skinned, our cheeks burnt bright
red throughout the evening. Everyone thought it was real
cute that we felt so awkward and embarrassed.

* * *

Mary and I really liked Iain: he made us feel special and
wanted. We saw him as an old man that probably couldn’t get
it up any more, hence his desire to see youngsters like us
perform for his voyeuristic pleasure. We also liked him
because he fed our addiction for home-made porn – Mary and
I loved to watch real amateurs having sex, and Iain’s
collection of three-hour tapes was vast.

Alan and Jenny were not around when we visited the flat in
south London again. Iain insisted that we strip off as
before and stand in the centre of the room, while he put
our clothes away and fetched some drinks.

‘I want you to try this,’ he said, handing us two tumblers
full of what looked like Coca-Cola. ‘It’s great for the sex
drive and it’ll keep you both horny for hours.’

‘We’re not really into drugs, Iain,’ I said.

‘Nonsense,’ he said. ‘Everything it this drink is from the
natural world. It’s one of nature’s herbal aphrodisiacs. So
come on, drink up.’

Mary and I were too polite to refuse the man a second time;
also, we didn’t want to go home empty-handed – Iain had
offered to copy and give us four tapes from his collection.

‘That’s it, drink it all up.’

I really liked Iain’s juju juice. It made me feel so warm
and comfortable; and sexy; and compliant. I got down on my
hands and knees when he told me to; I begged like a dog
when he told me to; I sniffed, licked and rimmed Mary’s
arsehole when he told me to. In fact, I did everything he
asked of me in spades.

The bag Mary fetched from the spare bedroom was full of
leather straps and ropes, and tiny padlocks. Iain said the
tie-up game was going to last for the rest of the day.

Mary and I were tied up in dozens of different positions on
the living room floor. I was then tied to a three-rung,
aluminium stepladder, whilst Mary was tied to a low-backed
wooden chair – in the classic Christine Keeler pose (see
attached image) – with her wrist-straps secured to her
leather collar. Iain’s camera must have recorded more than
two hours of home-made footage that day.

The camera was on a tripod in the spare bedroom when Iain
recorded the footage of Mary and me being examined. I was
lying face down on the bed by the window, Mary was lying
face up on the bed by the door. We were tied down securely,
so there was no chance of us getting up and wandering off.

Iain had the time of his life probing our holes with his
extensive collection of surgical implements (see attached
zip file). My arsehole was stretched open by an anal
speculum and examined with a variety of ice-cold probes.
Mary had her cunt and mouth stretched open by a vaginal
speculum and a Whitehead mouth gag. She too felt the ice-
cold caress of Iain’s stainless steel probes.

And yes, when the call came, Mary and I returned to the
south London flat for more of the same.

* * *

I’ll sign off now and get this first part of my report
posted. I do hope you can turn it into a classic Bi-Boy



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To: andy
From: bi-boy
Date: Tuesday, 17 February, 2009, 06:31 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story

Hello Andy,

Thanks for part one of your report; it got my stroke rate
up to nineteen to the dozen. And those zipped pics were
really awesome, weird, but awesome.

Apart from a little tweaking here and there, I can’t
foresee any problems in writing the report up as a story.
Is the next part the last, and does it contain the black-
on-white sessions?

All the best,


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To: bi-boy
From: andy
Date: Tuesday, 17 February, 2009, 10:07 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story

Hi Simon,

The answer to both questions is yes; and I should have the
second part of the report finished by Thursday or Friday.



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To: bi-boy
From: andy
Date: Thursday, 19 February, 2009, 11:14 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story

Hi Simon,

Mary and I visited Iain’s flat three more times before we
were introduced to Arnim. He, like his two friends, was a
coal-black stud. All three men were in their late twenties,
but Arnim was Mary’s favourite. He had a Don Juan beard and
moustache (Leo and Lloyd were both clean-shaven) and a real
cool look about him. He was also more dominant than Leo and
Lloyd, which made him my favourite as well.

One of the video tapes in our growing collection featured
Arnim in action. He appeared in one scene feeding two cock-
sucking blondes, and in another scene shagging a brunette
screamer. According to Iain, that particular party included
some CP action, but the scene appeared on another tape – a
copy of which we hadn’t managed to acquire.

Mary and I really liked Iain’s juju juice. It allowed us to
shed all our inhibitions and get down and dirty. It also
allowed Iain to take us to new levels of kinky debauchery,
which we so-o-o loved. The shrink knew from the outset that
he had a couple of horny submissives on his hands. So he
didn’t need to pull out too many stops to ensure that we
became his creatures of pleasure.

I was standing in the doorway between the dining room and
the living room when Iain introduced me to Arnim – Iain had
hired a carpenter to remove the two connecting doors and
replace the softwood frame with oak. He had also asked the
carpenter to install four metal eyes in the frame.

It was these unobtrusive eyes that were keeping me from
stepping forward and greeting Arnim properly – Iain had
secured my wrist- and ankle-straps to the eyes before his
guest had arrived. I was now standing spread-eagled, naked
and red-faced in front of a man I didn’t know.

‘X marks the spot,’ said Arnim to Iain. ‘The rarse looks so
trim in his finery. Is he still a virgin?’

‘He’s been prodded and probed a few times,’ replied Iain.
‘But no one’s fucked him yet.’

‘Sweet,’ said Arnim, stepping forward and taking hold of my
flaccid cock. ‘I like the ball-gag; is it new?’

‘Yes. I bought three of them. They’re far better than the
ones Henry sold me.’

‘The rarse is getting a little frisky. He must like having
a black man play with his whiteboy dick.’

‘Yes. He certainly looks grateful,’ said Iain, as he
stepped up to tweak my left nipple.

The two men groped my body for a good ten minutes. Arnim
used his tongue to lick my cheeks, neck and chest. He also
used his teeth to bite my earlobes and nipples. Meanwhile,
his powerful hands were pulling my cock in one direction
and my ball-sac in another.

Iain, who was concentrating on by arse, keep telling me to
enjoy the moment as he squeezed and slapped my arse-cheeks.

‘Leo and Lloyd are going to like this rude boy, Iain,’ said
Arnim, between bites. ‘They like fucking trim and tearful

[sidebar] Dialogue edited and lifted from the video tape
featuring that Saturday afternoon session. Arnim used a lot
of West Indian patois, which I took out because I had no
idea how to spell it. [sidebar]

I bit on my ball-gag as Arnim sucked heavily on my neck –
the resulting love bite took almost a week to fade.

A painful punch in the stomach brought things to an abrupt
end. My cock was still rock hard, but clearly neither man
was going to wank me off.

I was still standing in the doorway some thirty minutes
later when Iain, who always remained fully clothed on such
occasions, entered the living room with my naked wife and
three naked black men.

The gang-bang that followed was played out on the floor in
front of me. Mary seemed to be loving all the attention she
was receiving, even though it looked quite rough. Her fair
skin looked so-o-o white against the three coal-black studs
surrounding her. How I wished it was me down there with
Arnim, Leo and Lloyd.

Iain’s camera continued to whirl away in the background as
I watched Mary being humped by her new friends.

‘Look and learn, Andy boy,’ said Iain, as he stepped behind
me and placed the camera on my right shoulder. ‘Let’s get a
shot of how things look from your point of view.’

I stood and sighed in frustration when Iain told me that I
would have to wait a few more hours to be fucked, and that
it would happen when Colin arrived (see attached zip file
of Colin look-alike enjoying himself). He and I would be
taken together by Arnim & Co.

* * *

Fortified by another glass of juju juice, I was happily led
down the hallway and into the spare bedroom by Lloyd, who
was pulling on my cock and using it as a leash.

Arnim was lying flat out on the bed by the window when I
entered the room, with submissive Colin knelling between
his outstretched legs.

‘Keep sucking, boy,’ he said to Colin, as he winked at me.
‘You have to get it nice and stiff for that bum-hole of

I smiled and sat down on the bed by the door, between Leo
and Lloyd. The two men looked really pleased with their new
toy, especially when he came complete with a wife that also
liked black cock.

Lloyd told me to lie back and turn onto my side. He then
took up a sixty-nine position in front of me and offered me
his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread my arse-
cheeks apart and pushed a finger, covered in Vaseline, into
my rectum. I felt the finger slip inside, but I didn’t let
the sensation distract me from the task at hand. I eased
back my friend’s foreskin and ran the tip of my tongue over
his large, bulbous knob. The juju juice surging through my
bloodstream was making me feel really good. My cock was
rock hard and I didn’t give a damn about being the ‘girl’
in this threesome – I needed to have sex and that was that.

Lloyd took hold of my cock and fed it into his mouth. I
shuddered with excitement as I opened my mouth and sucked
in several inches of coal-black cock. Leo slipped a second
finger into my rectum and said something to Arnim in West
Indian patois. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip in
and out with ease – there was no pain involved, just some
mild discomfort.

I gagged several times as I tried to emulate my friend’s
cock-sucking technique. He was a real expert: knowing
exactly how to keep a cock teetering on the brink of a
climax. I had no such skills, so I had to make do with raw
enthusiasm. Leo watched my efforts with interest. He said I
was a rude boy with a nice looking cock and an arsehole
that needed fucking. It was then that his two fingers were
removed and replaced by a hard-standing cock.

Apart from the colour, Leo’s cock was very similar to my
own: it was some seven inches long, uncut and quite chunky.
However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven inches when
it entered my virgin hole. I winced and tried to pull away,
but I was firmly sandwiched between the two men. In
desperation, I slapped Leo on the thigh as the pain began
to overwhelm me. This didn’t seem to bother him at all; he
just carried on pinching my nipples, biting my neck and
fucking my arse.

‘Be still, boy!’ he ordered between love bites. ‘Just relax
and go with the flow. A white boy like you should be
begging for more black cock, not less.’

The pain did ease off a bit when Leo’s length made itself
at home. This allowed me to settle down again and start
enjoying myself, which in turn prompted the two men to
redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable
climax. I was allowed to come first, and boy did I come! My
whole body began to convulse as Lloyd devoured every drop
of seed I could produce. In fact, he wouldn’t let go of my
ball-sac until he had it all.

Leo was next to come. He gave out an almighty roar and
continued to pump away at my arse until my rectum was awash
with sperm. He then grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my
head back, forcing me to open my mouth and release my
friend’s cock. This allowed Lloyd to take hold of his
erection and bring things to a spectacular close – my face
was completely covered in sperm by the time he had shed his

Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across both arse-
cheeks and said he and Lloyd were going to rub some face
cream [sperm] into my skin. I just smiled and let them get
on with it – the sex had completely drained me, so I was
well and truly out of it by the time they had finished
cleaning me up.

* * *

I was still lying on the bed in the nude when I woke up
some two hours later. My arse and head were both competing
for the ‘Pain of the Year’ award, and Arnim was standing
over me with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin
in the other. Embarrassment swept over me as I downed the
pills and sipped the water.

Arnim sat down on the edge of the bed and said I should lie
back and relax. He then took hold of my cock and gave it a
gentle squeeze. I couldn’t believe my luck; this was just
what I wanted him to do.

Some ten minutes later, with Arnim lying flat out on the
bed, I took hold of his hard-standing cock and said goodbye
to my arse and headache.

Iain, Lloyd and Karen entered the room a few minutes later.
I was too engrossed in what I was doing to let Karen’s
presence faze me in any way; in fact, I kind of liked the
idea of her watching me suck cock – it made me feel really

Lloyd helped Iain set up his photographic equipment as I
continued to work on my friend’s eight-inch cock.

‘He likes pussy, but he loves cock,’ said Iain to Karen,
laughing. ‘So your husband better watch out. He could lose
his cock-sucking title to the new boy.’

Karen laughed as she fingered her pussy.

With the camera and lights set up on aluminium tripods, it
only took Lloyd a few minutes to get in on the action. He
knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand between my legs
and took hold of my erection. His vice-like grip was the
first indication that he was clearly out to dominate me. He
forced my hard-standing cock back, between my thighs, and
held it there while he covered my arse-cheeks with painful
love bites.

Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of my head and forced it down
on his coal-black stem; holding it there until I gagged.
The camera captured every moment of my struggle to deal
with the cock in my mouth and the assault on my arse.

A few minute later, Iain told me to stop sucking cock and
lie face down on the bed, with my legs as far apart as
possible. The experience that followed was truly awesome. I
grit my teeth and winced as Arnim straddled my lower back
and helped Lloyd push a well-oiled dildo into my rectum. My
tearful protests prompted the shrink to call me ‘a pathetic

Iain was clearly impressed with what his friends were doing
to me in front of the camera. He encouraged them to go in
deep and ream me out, which they did on several occasions.
However, these slow and painful attempts to expand my inner
sanctum with rubber were eventually brought to a halt by
Arnim, who decided to remove the dildo and let Lloyd’s cock
have a go.

The weight of Lloyd’s body on top of mine was crushing.
‘I’m gonna sweat you, boy,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I’m
gonna fuck your whiteboy arse and fill it up with spunk.
And when I’m done, the man with the eight-inch chopper is
gonna ride you some more.’

Encouraged by Iain, Lloyd plunged his hard-standing cock
into my hole and fucked me like a man possessed. The camera
captured the whole thing on tape, and towards the end, Iain
turned to Karen and said, ‘Next time, I want to see you
take it up the arse.’

Lloyd’s climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair for
the both of us; and so was Arnim’s: his cock certainly left
a lasting impression on my burning hole. I really had to
struggle to accommodate his ‘eight-inch chopper’, which
made my eyes water the instant it was pushed into my
battered rectum. The two men took great pleasure in making
me squirm beneath their hot, virile bodies. I remember
lying on the bed with my arms and legs fully outstretched
as they took it in turn to hammer my ‘whiteboy’ rump into
the mattress.

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