Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Judge Harmon continued, “Now, Mrs. Crutcher, we can’t have you going out in public places like The Pit with cum all over your face searching for black cock.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said, breaking down.

He laughed loud again. “It’s okay, Mrs. Crutcher, your need for black cock is natural, it is what all white women crave… although most would never admit it or make their dark fantasies a reality.”

Between tears I said, “I had never fantasized about black men before today.”

Samantha interjected, explaining the evening and how I ended up at The Pit.

“Do you still have no fantasies for black cock?” the judge asked.

A couple hours ago that answer would have been yes, but now, after sucking Jimmy’s big cock, hearing about Bruce’s big cock, I could no longer honestly say yes. I answered with a smile, “I plead the fifth.”

“Everyone who pleads the fifth is guilty,” Matt interjected.

“That is only an assumption,” I countered.

“No, it is always the case,” Matt continued.

“Stop badgering the witness,” I playfully answered.

“We’ll let the jury decide,” Judge Harmon smiled.

“Decide what?” I asked, no longer sure where this conversation was going.

“If you’re guilty of being in denial of lusting after black cock,” he answered.

“I’m guilty,” Samantha said as she dropped to her knees in front of the Judge and asked, “What is my punishment, Judge?”

“Guilty of what?” He asked coyly.

“Being a slutty white bitch who craves black cock,” she answered without hesitation, a hunger in her eyes that you can’t fake.

“Hungry enough to obey every order we make of you tonight?” Judge Harmon asked.

“Yes, Master,” she answered, my mouth dropping open at the use of such an extreme word.

“Don’t you mean Masters?” Judge Harmon clarified.

“Of course, I meant Masters,” Samantha said with a giggle, “I’m such a silly white slut.”

“Kiss Mikaela,” Judge Harmon ordered.

My mouth would have dropped open, but I hadn’t closed it since the ‘Master’ reference.

Samantha moved to me and without a word put her lips on mine. Even after all the surreal events leading up to this moment, having my best friend kissing me in front of three significant black men was the most surreal yet. Her lips were so much softer than any man I had ever kissed and, as her tongue slipped into my mouth, I let go and embraced my first lesbian moment. Like never seriously considering a black cock, I had never seriously considered being with a woman… particularly my best friend. Yet, like when the black cock was first presented to me and a sudden insatiable lust for black cock hit me, as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths I didn’t want it to end.

The kiss lasted only a couple of minutes when the limousine came to a stop and Judge Harmon suggested, “Let’s move this party inside.”

“Yes, Master,” Samantha said, breaking the intimate tender kiss.

Being drawn into the act of sexual submission, I replicated her answer, “Yes, Master.” Saying the words were surprisingly liberating and flowed easily from my lips as it led to an instant dampening of my already wet panties.

Two minutes later, we were in the elevator and as soon as the door closed, Judge Harmon ordered, “Sluts, on your knees and get my guests cocks nice and hard for your white cunts.”

Samantha instantly dropped to her knees and quickly fished out Mr. Cocksmith’s cock.

“You too, Mrs. Crutcher,” Judge Harmon ordered as I watched Samantha in a daze.

Matt added, “Yes, Mikaela, it’s time to learn your place.”

His attitude pissed me off, I never liked him, his smug and pretentious attitude in court a major turn-off, yet I felt myself dropping to my knees. I glanced over to see that Mr. Cocksmith had a big thick cock and Samantha was really going to town on it.

“Get to work, slut,” Matt demanded.

I silently fished out his cock and was surprised to learn that apparently not all black cocks were monsters. His was only a bit bigger than my bastard ex’s. I smiled at his inadequacy and almost commented on it, but instead leaned forward and took it in my mouth.

“I’ve thought of this moment for a long time,” Matt said, his tone implying he was very happy to see me on my knees.

I could truthfully say I had never considered this moment, yet there I was on my knees, in an elevator, sucking black cock. Although theoretically I should have been humiliated, a rush of exhilaration at the naughty exhibitionist act of submission coursed through me as I slowly bobbed back and forth on Matt’s semi-erect cock, feeling it grow in my mouth.

“Faster, slut,” Matt demanded and I obeyed, bobbing back and forth eagerly, wanting to take all six inches in my mouth.

I almost had it all in my mouth when the elevator slowed down.

“Let’s finish pet Mikaela’s training inside,” Judge Harmon said.

The word ‘training’ continued to compound the continual degradation of my life as a high profile lawyer.

Matt pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, “Want this in that white box of yours?”

“Yes, sir,” I answered without hesitation, my desire to get fucked overriding any consequences and my dignity.

“Only sir,” he questioned, putting his cock away.

“Sorry, I meant Master, of course,” I apologized, still on my knees.

The elevator opened and I quickly stood back up. Samantha grabbed my hand and led me into what appeared to be a room that was the whole top floor.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Judge Harmon said.

“Holy shit,” Samantha said, clearly impressed by the massive spread. This wasn’t a condo, but more like a luxury hotel suite that you see in the movies.

“Thank you,” he smiled, before adding, “Why don’t you two undress each other.”

“Yes, Master,” Samantha agreed, moving to me. I just stood still and watched as she undressed me, my head still spinning. Soon I was only in thigh highs, panties and bra. She unclasped my bra and tossed it to Judge Harmon who approved, “Those are some nice white titties.”

Samantha agreed, as she took my left nipple in her mouth, “So very nice.”

I moaned, my nipples ultrasensitive, “Suck my nipples, slut.”

She laughed, as she bit my left nipple playfully before moving to my right nipple.

A moment later, she moved lower, her tongue never leaving my body, as it slithered its way down to my burning pussy. “Shit Mikaela, your panties are drenched,” she properly assessed as she tugged them down. I lifted my feet and she tossed my soiled panties to Mr. Cocksmith.

I watched as Mr. Cocksmith put my panties to his nose and said, “Mmmmmm, I love the scent of white cunt.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Again, a slutty side of me took control, as I asked, trying to sound as sexy as possible, “Want to get my scent directly from the source?”

He laughed, “Finish getting your friend naked.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied, feeling completely subservient.

Samantha added, “And I am your Mistress, Mikaela.”

I looked at her, surprised by her expectation, yet responded, again giving into the night, “Yes, Mistress, make me your lesbian slut.”

“Are you thankful now that I dragged you to The Pit?” she asked, her finger tracing my pussy lips.

“Yes, Mistress,” I admitted.

“Come and undress me, my pet,” she instructed.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, enjoying letting my morals, my mind go and just giving into the moment.

I undressed her, replicating what she did to me by taking her erect nipples in my mouth before sliding down to her pussy. Unlike me, her cunt was completely shaved and after I slid her panties to the floor, Samantha ordered, “Go ahead, slut, lick my cunt.”

I looked up, again surprised by her words; yet again I obeyed, moving to her cunt. I paused briefly, before leaning forward, extending my tongue, and licking my best friend’s pussy in front of three black men. I had no idea what to expect when I first tasted her, but it was a pleasant surprise… a sweetness I wasn’t expecting and instantly enjoyed.

“That’s it, Mikaela,” Samantha moaned, “eat my cunt. Become a good little pussy pleaser just like Candace.”