Black Politician Breeds Married White Press Secretary - Sex Stories

Black Politician Breeds Married White Press Secretary

... cuckold activities, I was satisfied that I knew everything and that we should be able to keep it a secret. I tried to approach the whole thing professionally, but have to admit that I thought about it more than I should have. Visions of Malcolm fucking those white wives kept flashing through my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder how big their cocks are. David’s dick is the only one I had ever seen. It’s about four and a half inches long, so I didn’t know what Darrell and Malcolm meant when they talked about their big cocks. The campaign continued for the next week as we started making plans for our road trips to town hall meetings and other campaign stops around the state. David had not said anything more to me about Darrell’s revelations, although he was spending more time on his computer at home at night. I walked up behind him on several occasions and saw that he was on porn sites reading cuckold stories. I challenged him about that one night saying, “Why are you reading that smut, David? I was able to resolve my questions about that with Malcolm, and I thought we had moved on. Does the idea of black men fucking white wives turn you on or something?” David’s face turned red with embarrassment as he responded, “Sorry, honey. It’s just that Darrell keeps talking to me about it at work, and he brings it up all of the time. Then one day when we were in the restroom together pissing, he turned my way and I saw his long, thick cock hanging out of his pants. I don’t think he ...

... saw me watching him. But later, when I showed some interest in the cuckold topic by asking him questions about it, he gave me the addresses of a few websites to go to. He thought it would be best if I read about it on my own. I hate to admit it, but it has been fun getting into the fantasy of it, especially after seeing Darrell’s big, black cock.” I didn’t fully understand David’s attraction to the cuckold stories or Darrell’s cock, and I was too busy at work at that time to think much more about it. I couldn’t very well condemn him either, since I sometimes thought about it myself. Our campaign was enjoying increasing fundraising success. Malcolm’s uptick in the polls attracted more financial support from a black donor that I met on my first campaign out of college. He was providing us with a big motor coach to help carry out the demanding speaking tour around the state in the final six weeks of the campaign. That would allow us to spend more time on the road, without coming back to Montgomery as often to edit and disseminate our new ads and press releases. The motor coach includes offices with satellite access to internet, HDTV, and a television studio for interviews. It also includes sleeping accommodations for up to three of the technical crew, and full bathroom and kitchen facilities. Malcolm and his campaign staff, including me, would travel in the bus, but would be sleeping in hotels or motels at night, with the coach parked nearby. Our next week at work was hectic as we ...