Unspoken Pleasure

“That’s exactly what Jake said to Allison and me earlier,” I said.

“It’s sure been life changing for me,” she said, as we entered the main area and I noticed first thing that we were in a bar with mostly black patrons, although there were a few white women present as well.

I asked, “What kind of bar are you taking me to?”

“A perfect one,” Mom said, taking my hand and leading me in.

“Connie,” a voice called out. “I’m happy you could make it.”

I turned and saw Jake at a booth with another young black guy. I waved to him awkwardly as Mom tugged me towards them.

Reaching the booth, Jake stood up and welcomed, “Come join me,”

“I shouldn’t,” I said, even as I checked out his muscles, clearly showcased in a tight white t-shirt.

“I insist,” he offered, as Mom gently pushed me over to him.

I sat down and slid over, and Jake sat beside me as Mom sat across from Jake and beside the stranger.

Jake made introductions, “Connie, this is a buddy of mine Derrick, Derrick this is the colleague and birthday girl Connie I was telling you about.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand and wondering what Jake had told him about… the cum coffee… the cum donut… that he wanted to fuck me? Shit, another gush in my thong….

“You too,” he nodded, with a shake.

“This is her beautiful mother Deidre. Deidre, Derrick; Derrick, Deidre.”

“Hey,” Derrick said casually.

“Charmed,” Mom smiled in full flirtation mode as he kissed her hand.

Jake waved over a waitress and said, “A round please, and let Chuck know that the birthday girl is here.”

“A fortieth birthday girl,” Mom added.

“You’re forty?” Derrick blurted out, looking delighted.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I smiled.

“And it’s her first time here,” Mom added.

“Why does that matter?” I asked.

“No reason,” Mom shrugged, again knowing something I didn’t… still so ominous… and sinister!!!

As the waitress left, I felt Jake’s hand on my leg.

I should have removed it, but I didn’t.

He said, “By the way, I never got to say how hot you looked in these stockings today.”

“Then say it now,” I flirted, my moral code going up in smoke as I flirted with a much younger black man in front of my mother.

Jake chuckled as he looked into my eyes and said, “Connie, you looked then, and you still look now, stunning in those stockings. You also look utterly ravishing right now. The entire package is to die for.”

“Thanks,” was all I could say in response, both because I was so flattered, and because as I looked past him, I saw a white woman crawling under a table on the other side of the room.

I looked at Mom in shock.

She had seen the same thing. She just smiled secretively.

As I processed this, Jake’s hand started to trace slowly up and down my thigh, making progress upwards.

As I processed that, our drinks arrived, and I downed half a whiskey in seconds.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

As I processed the whiskey Mom cried out tipsily, “Oops! I dropped my keys.”

I watched Mom slip under the table to get them as Jake asked, “So how has your birthday been so far?”

“Surreal,” I answered, glancing back to the table across the room to see a pair of heels peeking out from underneath it.

“This is a special club,” Jake said, turning to see what I was staring at.

“So I see,” I said in awe of such a brazen act in public.

“Everything goes here,” Jake explained as his hand reached the top of my lace tops and began caressing my sensitive bare skin.

“Everything?” I asked, even as my tipsy mind was suddenly putting two and two together. This was a bar for white women to meet black men. My mother had brought me to a black bar.

“Everything a woman desires,” Jake explained.

I turned to give my mother a questioning look, but she wasn’t there. How long could it possibly take to find some keys?

Then I looked at Derrick’s face and his expression made everything clear.

OMG! My mother was under the table sucking his black cock.

There is surreal, and then there is no-fucking-way-is-this-really-happening!!

My mother was sucking a complete stranger’s dick, with me sitting only inches away. I looked down and saw her heels directly between my feet. She was sucking a stranger’s dick, and the man was likely a third her age, and he was sitting directly across from me, smiling into my eyes.

I should have demanded Mom get out from under the table.

I should have demanded Jake get his hand (which was now approaching my wet pussy) out from under my skirt.

I should have done a lot of things, but I sat there paralyzed with shock… with indecision… with confusion… and with a bubbling insatiable lust that was taking control of my very core.

I wanted Jake’s fingers to touch my fevered pussy.

I wanted to reach over and squeeze his cock and confirm my expectations that he was packing a massive cannon.

I wanted to extract a load of his cum directly from the source after being titillated with the earlier two.

I wanted to be fucked by a big black cock.

Jake, seeing my dazed and confused look, handed me a little card and said, “Here, read this.”

I took it and read it. It didn’t say much. Only:

Colour Code for The Pit

The colour of nylon you wear tells our patrons of your interest.

Beige……. first timer

Black……. full face fucking

Fishnet……. deep ass fucking

Pink……… mouth full of cunt

Red……… double or triple penetration (threesome or moresome)

White…… hard cunt pounding

“The colour of your stockings tells the other patrons what you want,” he explained.

“Huh?” I asked, having heard his words but not processing.

“That woman you saw crawl under the table is wearing black stockings, which tells everyone she wants to suck black cock. So when a man snaps his fingers at her or points to his crotch, or to the floor, the woman usually goes to him and sucks his cock without hesitation,” Jake explained.

“Oh,” I said, as my tipsy mind processed the obvious implications of his words… which were both ridiculous and yet undeniably hot… all of which another gush of wetness into my thong confirmed.

Suddenly my eyes went big. “My mom is wearing black stockings.”

“Yes, she is,” Jake nodded, as his fingers finally reached my thong and began slowly tracing my wet pussy lips through the thin silk fabric.

I moaned on his touch without meaning to.

Trying to stay focused, I said, as more clarity came to me, “And you made sure I would wear beige stockings tonight.”

“I did,” he nodded, his fingers teasing me relentlessly… which I didn’t push away.

Then suddenly he tapped my clit through my thong. I moaned loudly, my clit always super sensitive.

“Your mother told me she was bringing you here tonight and well, I wanted to make sure you were safe,”

he explained.

“Safe?” I asked, trying to focus even though the oysters, alcohol and his finger were making me completely disoriented. Even as I tried to understand when my mother could possibly have planned this.

“Yes, that’s why you’re sitting on the inside of the table; that means you’re taken,” he explained.

“I’m taken?” I asked with a moan, even as I felt his finger reach inside my thong.

“You know you are,” he answered. “But if you don’t like that status, there are a lot of black men here who would love to show you what they’ve got.”