Unspoken Pleasure

The strident use of the ‘N’ word was so naughty, so taboo, that a gush of wetness leaked out into my completely soaked thong that was no longer doing its job.

“No, sir,” I admitted, before adding, looking directly at Jake, “But I’m sensing that soon I’ll be able to give a different answer.”

“And how about that white cunt? Has it ever been fucked by a real man’s cock?”

I laughed, as I thought of my husband, “God, no. Based on what I’m looking at now, I may be a 40-year old virgin.”

Everyone roared with laughter at my comment… I was revelling in the attention I was getting.

“So obviously that tight little asshole is still non-nigger territory?” He said.

“Nope, just some toys and a couple of tiny white dicks,” I answered, using my left thumb and index finger to show four inches.

He roared again, before surprising me as he asked, “Ever eaten pussy before?”

I shrugged, “Hasn’t everyone?”

“Any sweet chocolate pussy?” He questioned.

“No,” I shook my head, theatrically portraying dejection.

Suddenly a black woman marched onstage dressed in a flowered blouse, flowered skirt, white stockings and heels… carrying an empty porcelain cup. She came to a halt directly in front of me and looked me straight in the eye.

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I didn’t really want to eat pussy, I wanted cock, but my submissive nature took charge and I dropped to my knees without a moment’s hesitation.

She laughed, looking down at me, “You’re definitely Deidre’s daughter.”

I wondered if Mom also licked pussy… I assumed so. It was hard to believe how little I knew about the woman I was closest to… the one I’d shared all my secrets with; she obviously hadn’t shared all hers with me.

“Want some chocolate?” she offered, lifting up her skirt to reveal a dusky shaved pussy… the pink insides peeking through a little… tantalizing me.

“I want chocolate of all kinds,” I replied, and I didn’t hesitate at all before leaning forward and licking a pussy for the first time in two decades.

“Oh yes, lick it, you little white slut,” she moaned, her hand grabbing the back of my head as she ground her pussy all over my face.

And I did… or I tried… extending my tongue and licking the strong pussy taste and scent and… something else.

“Oh yeah, get some of that nigger cum I had shot up my cunt just for you,” she declared, as I realized this would be the fourth load of black seed I’d tasted today without ever touching a cock (other than through a pair of jeans)… something I wouldn’t have thought possible if it hadn’t actually happened.

I licked and licked, hungry to retrieve the black cum and the black pussy juice.

After a couple I minutes I heard someone announce, “Here it comes.”

I wanted to see this, but my face was buried in pussy.

As if reading my demented mind, the black woman let go of my head and stepped away quickly.

She was just in time: I watched one of the men pull out of a white woman’s mouth and shoot directly into the cup held ready by the black woman.

“Here,” another said, as the black woman moved over to him to catch that load too.

I figured out that all six of those loads were going to be shot into that cup, and then I was going to have to chugalug the most unique ‘cocktail’ ever.

Fuck, this was wrong… so twisted… and yet so fucking hot!

Over the next couple of minutes two more loads were shot in the cup before Mom caught her load in her mouth, then dramatically drizzled the load into the cup.

Mom walked over to me and asked, “Enjoying yourself?”

“I can’t believe you brought me here,” I answered.

“Disappointed?” she asked, as the last guy grunted and splashed a never ending load into the cup.

“I didn’t say that,” I smiled wickedly.

“Good, because your birthday extravaganza is just beginning,” she promised.

“Come here, Birthday Slut,” the DJ ordered, who was now holding the Cup of Cock Cum… a glorious example of alliteration.

I could have stood up and walked, but wanting to demonstrate my natural submissiveness to all these black studs, I remained on my knees and crawled to him… eagerly wanting that cup of cum that was assuredly for me.

“Like mother, like daughter,” someone quoted, as I arrived on all fours in front of the fully dressed DJ. My face was about six inches from his crotch, and I idly wondered how big he was.

The DJ pulled me up, handed me the cup and ordered, “Chug.”

“This is a drink brand new to me,” I joked.

“It’s called a Black Snack,” he informed me.

“It does seem like a nice appetizer,” I responded, as I moved the cup to my lips… knowing almost every set of eyes in the crowded club was watching me… and I tasted cum in a fifth different way as I tossed loads five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten down my throat… the sensation both thrilling and naughty… the six loads in one, just like drinking down half a dozen oysters, both in texture and the impact of swallowing it… triggering another instant gush in my very, very soiled thong… my poor burning pussy feeling completely neglected in this crazy day and night of sexual debauchery.

Once I downed it all with relative ease, the DJ announced, “eleven seconds, and that is a new house record, ladies and gentlemen, beating her own mother.”

“You bitch!” Mom called out from behind me.

“I learned from the best,” I quipped back, as I savoured the aftertaste of six loads of cum.

Finally I said the words I had wanted to say for days: so frequently recently in stroke fantasies, but now in reality, as I gazed across the room to Jake and called out, “Am I ever going to get to see that Big Black Dick of yours?”

He laughed, as I climbed down from the stage, dropped down to the floor and crawled to him, so hungry with lust that I didn’t care how many complete strangers were watching.

As I arrived at his feet and looked up at his face, he answered, “I thought you would never ask.”

“I’ve swallowed ten loads of cum today, and not one did I get directly from the source,” I announced to the world at large, eagerly fishing out the cock that had haunted my dreams and propelled my life for the past week.

“Well, it’s time to change that,” Jake said suavely.

Now even though I had just downed six loads of cum from a cup, I still hadn’t technically cheated on my husband… licking pussy not counting. Emery didn’t have a pussy, even if I was rapidly deciding that he was one.

Yet, as I pulled out Jake’s massive ten inch black cock, already completely erect, I knew that was about to change.

There was no way I could possibly resist tasting this perfect chocolate stick. Going with Mom’s earlier pronouncement that it wasn’t cheating if it was a bigger cock… I knew that it was bull shit but at the moment it was all the reassurance I needed to just go for it.

There was also no way I was going home without having taken some dark chocolate in my cunt.

And although I would rather have done this in the privacy of a bedroom, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I had to have his cock right here, right now.

I leaned forward and took the thick dick into my mouth.