Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Candace’s face went super red again, apparently answering the question I hadn’t asked, but was thinking about.

Samantha explained, “How does that saying go Candace?”

Candace glared at Samantha, but answered, “Once you go black, you never go back.”

“To white,” Samantha finished, just as a large black man joined us.

“Samantha, I see you brought along a new recruit,” he said, his voice super deep. “A very sexy new recruit.”

I blushed at the compliment by a complete stranger.

“We were drinking tonight to cheer up my friend here, whose bastard of an ex cheated on her, and we learned she hasn’t gotten laid in over a year,” Samantha revealed my secret.

“Samantha!” I gasped.

“Just telling the truth,” Samantha explained innocently, not seeming to have a clue how revealing such information was a violation of our friendship.

“So you’ve never had black cock, sweetheart?” He asked, his hand going to my leg.

“No, sir,” I said, realizing I sounded ridiculously submissive with such a subservient response. I watched as a chubby white woman in her fifties, wearing a collar around her neck and fishnet stockings, was being led out by a young man who didn’t look old enough to be here.

Samantha said, seeing me watching the strange scene, “I see Omar is going to destroy another woman’s ass.”

“That leash thing was a brilliant idea, wish I would have thought of it,” the black man said, his hand sliding up my leg slightly causing an undeniable tingle in my cunt.

Samantha said, “Oh, by the way, this is my friend Mikaela.”

The black man offered his hand, leaving my leg; I extended mine and he said, “Nice to meet you, Mikaela. My name is Bruce.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Bruce is an offensive lineman for the Pittsburgh Steelers,” Samantha explained.

“Oh,” was all I could muster, understanding suddenly why he was so massive.

Just then a couple other men walked over to us in suits and ties. A tall man in his early thirties looking like a lawyer who had ended up in the wrong bar, said to Candace, “Come with me.”

Candace looked at me, her eyes apologizing, as she said, “Yes, Master,” and obediently followed the two suit and ties.

The word ‘Master’ stunned me. The term had always been perceived in my mind as a terrible derogatory term used in the days of slavery… yet there it was being used, ironically, in completely the opposite direction.

Samantha called out, “Have fun, slut.”

Candace didn’t look back, with a demeanor that showed undeniable excitement as they walked up some stairs.

Samantha explained, “There are some rooms you can rent.”

“Oh,” I said again, completely overwhelmed by the situation and unable to comprehend the reality that Candace was going with two black strangers to get fucked. Yet, my cunt leaked into my panties, the idea, something I had never once considered (more than one man at a time), suddenly appealing.

“Of course, some men here have their own room, don’t they stud,” Samantha continued.

“That they do,” he smiled. Looking at me, he said, “I need to make a phone call. Nice to meet you, Mikaela. Maybe we can get to know each other better a bit later.” The way he said ‘better’ sent a chill up my spine.

He left and Samantha said, “He has the second biggest cock I have ever had.”

“You fucked him?” I asked.

“He was my first,” she said, before clarifying, “Well, first big black cock that is.”

“How big?” I asked, suddenly curious. Donald, my ex-husband, had a small cock, barely five inches, and when he fucked me I always wished he was bigger…. never truly feeling full when he fucked me… my toys are longer and thicker, truthfully.

“Twelve inches,” she revealed.

“Fuck off!” I responded, a lot louder than I meant to, such a number unfathomable.

“And thick,” she added. “I want to take it in my ass someday, but I’m not sure I can take it all. Then again, you only live once.”

“You take it in the ass?” I asked, even though it wasn’t much of a surprise, as Samantha was a slut.

“So does Candace. Actually, she has become quite the ass slut since she started coming here,” Samantha revealed, her stunning revelation compounded by another stunning revelation. “But this will be her first double penetration.”

“Anal sex; double penetration; what the hell? Are we in a ‘Twilight Zone’ episode?” I asked.

“Trust me, this is very, very real,” Samantha smiled.

“I can’t believe Candace would cheat on Barry,” I said, still trying to understand all I had learned.

“We came here the first time drunk and one thing led to another,” Samantha explained. “But trust me, after you’ve tasted dark chocolate you will be changed forever.”

“That is such a stereotype,” I said, trying to hide my growing curiosity as I felt dozens of pairs of eyes watching me.

“Most stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason,” she shrugged. “Now I need desperately to get fucked,” she added and walked away, leaving me alone.

I wasn’t alone ten seconds when a handsome, bald, 6’3 black man, wearing enough gold around his neck to feed a third world country said, “Hi, bitch.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, shocked by his greeting.

Taking my hand, he said, “It’s time to break in that white cunt of yours.”

I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was too strong.

“Or do you just want some black meat in that pretty mouth of yours?” he asked, as he led me away from the bar and to the same stairs Candace had gone up just a few minutes ago.

“I-I-I’m not like that,” I stammered, even as I followed behind him without hesitation.

“That’s what all you white MILF bitches say,” he said, not even looking at me as we headed up the stairs, before adding, “until the black cock is in front of your face and then her tune always changes.”

I couldn’t believe Samantha and Candace had brought me here; I couldn’t believe I was following this black stranger into some unknown room for sex; I couldn’t believe my cunt was soaking my panties… apparently withdrawal and wine makes you willing to do unthinkable, uncharacteristic things.

He opened a door, led me inside, closed it and ordered, “Knees, bitch.”

I heard the words, yet I couldn’t believe how disrespectful he was being.

When I didn’t move, he ordered, putting his hands on my shoulders and roughly pushing me onto my knees, “Now, slut. You came here to experience black cock and by God, I am going to give it to you.”

I remained silent, unable to completely comprehend the situation I was in.

“Fish out your chocolate treat, bitch,” he ordered, his crotch directly in my face.

Partly out of curiosity (was black cock as big as the rumours I had heard my whole life?), partly out of hunger (it had been so long since I had a cock in me) and partly out of obedience (I was both turned on by his powerful dominant persona and slightly scared to disobey), I moved my trembling hands to his pants and unzipped his fly.

“Good white slut,” he said, as I obeyed his order.

I remained silent, no words properly able to respond to such a statement aimed at me as I focused on fishing out his cock. As I released it from his underwear, I gasped. It was huge and it wasn’t even completely hard.

He chuckled, “Bigger than your husband’s, I assume.”

“Twice as big,” I answered, in awe of its girth.

“Go ahead, bitch, make it nice and hard in that pretty white mouth of yours,” he said, continuing to make the act of my submission so naughty.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, suddenly wanting to feel it grow inside me, mesmerized by the utter beauty of it.

I wrapped my lips around this thick cock and slowly bobbed back and forth.

“That’s it, bitch, worship my black python,” he groaned, which enhanced my eagerness… having forgotten how much I used to enjoy a cock in my mouth.

I continued slowly taking more of his cock into my mouth, knowing I could never take it all, yet wanting to see how far I could get.

He said, “It seems you are changing your tune, slut.”

I moaned on his cock, so enthralled by the majestic nature of it.

After a couple more minutes of sucking his massive cock, he ordered, “Now stop making love to my cock, bitch. Suck it like the nigger lover you are.”

I couldn’t believe he had just used the ‘N’ word. Yet, somehow the word only enhanced how naughty and taboo this was. I obeyed, shifting from slow and concentrated sucking, to faster bobs. The extra saliva I created I hoped enhanced the blow job. His groans increased as did his dirty talk… which again only increased my sudden insatiable hunger to please him.

“That’s it, bitch,” and “You will never want to suck your husband after this,” and “You’re pretty good for a white slut,” and “I bet your kids would be proud to learn their mommy is a nigger lover.”