Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

My thigh highs were beige and I couldn’t get past the feeling that the colour of nylon somehow was significant, although the thought didn’t make any logical sense.

Samantha called a taxi and fifteen minutes later, another glass of wine downed, we were heading to The Pit.

Once there, I said, having been there a couple times, years ago, “This used to be Cohen’s Pub.”

“Yep, but the new name is a lot more logical,” Samantha said, as Candace and I got out.

Candace pulled me aside outside and warned, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to in there.”

“Of course,” I said, finding a worried, concerned look in her eyes. “What is it?”

“This bar isn’t like most bars,” she said, just as Samantha joined us after flirting with the cute taxi driver.

I wanted to ask more, but Samantha was back in charge. “Let’s go and change Mikaela’s life forever.”

I quipped, “I feel like Cinderella when the Prince slipped the glass slipper on.”

“Oh, you will feel more like Sleeping Beauty when your dormant sexual desires are awakened,” Samantha quipped back, again an underlying secret hidden inside her words.

A part of me was excited about whatever lay ahead, yet another part of me, based on Candace’s earlier reaction, worried me. The thought of playing the flirtation game instantly exhausted me, yet they were right. It was time to get back into the game. My king-sized bed seemed so big all by myself, and watching Meg Ryan movies alone was depressing. So, with an open mind, I headed into the bar with no idea what lay before me.

Once inside, I instantly noticed the obvious. Over ninety-five percent of the men were black. As I perused the establishment, I also noticed that most of the women were my age or older. There didn’t seem to be any women there under thirty.

I looked to Samantha and asked, “You brought me to a bar full of black men?”

“Well-endowed, white women pleasing, black men,” Samantha corrected, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bar.

She ordered shots for all three of us and a bottle of wine. Once the shots arrived, Samantha said, “A toast.”

“To what?” I asked, naive and overwhelmed.

“To the night that forever changes your life,” Samantha answered.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay,” I agreed, unsure what lay ahead.

We downed our shots, some great liquid courage, as Samantha led us to the dance floor. Wine in hand, we began dancing to some hardcore dance music I had never heard of. As I continued to check out my surroundings, I noticed something else: all the women here were wearing nylons of some colour. I also noticed that without a doubt quite a few of the black men were checking us out… and, although not trying to sound self-centered, most seemed to be checking me out… even though no doubt Samantha was the perfect ten of our group… with her red hair, green eyes, voluptuous breasts and tight ass. She swam daily and was still in amazing shape, which annoyed both Candace and I.

Candace is a brunette, with brown eyes, small breasts, and long legs. She had not completely lost her baby weight from having three children, but she was still very pretty and liked to wear short skirts and five inch heels to showcase her legs.

I wasn’t the ugly duckling of the group… but I was the most conservative. I seldom wore heels, I hid my large 38DD breasts behind sweaters and I wore long skirts or dresses that showed little more than my ankles. That said, the outfit Samantha made me wear showed so much of my legs that the men leering could see the top of my lace top stockings and my breasts were outlined clearly in the tight red blouse. I imagined I looked like a cougar on the prowl.

Samantha leaned over once the song was done, while we were downing our wine and said, “Here, look at this.”

She handed me her phone. I looked at it and I imagine my face paled. I read:

The Colour Code for The Pit

The colour of nylon you are wearing tells our patrons what exactly you are interested in.

Beige……. first timer

Black……. full face fucking

Fishnet……. deep ass fucking

Pink……… mouth full of cunt

Red……… double or triple penetration (threesome or more some)

White…… hard cunt pounding

I looked at Candace’s legs and then Samantha’s before asking, even though the question was obviously rhetorical based on everything I had noticed since arriving here, “You can’t be serious?”

“We can leave now if you want,” Candace offered, giving me an out.

Samantha protested, “We’re not going anywhere unless it is with one of these big cocked studs.” Turning to Candace, she added, “Well, two or three for you, you black cock slut.”

“But you’re married!” I gasped, not remotely surprised that Samantha would be here fucking some black stranger, but Candace would never cheat on her man… would she?