Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“Actually, she was under my desk just yesterday while I was listening to the Willaby trial,” he continued.

“God, yeeees,” I moaned loudly, feeling my cunt becoming fuller than was, I thought, humanly possible, even as I was shocked to learn that Amanda was under the desk at a trial I was involved in just yesterday.

“So you want to be my trial cocksucker?” Judge Harmon asked.

“Yes, Masteeer, make me your trial cocksucker. Cum in my mouth over and over again,” I whimpered, my head going light at the mixture of pleasure and pain I was experiencing.

“I’ll fit you in, just like you’re fitting his cock in,” he said, which made Mr. Cocksmith laugh.

I weakly replied, “Thank yooooou.”

“Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” Samantha asked, as she moved beside me for a better view.

“Thank you for making me a white slut for black cock?” I asked, facetiously.

“Exactly,” Samantha nodded, “I knew you would be perfect for the role.”

“Thank you, I think,” I moaned, as Mr. Cocksmith continued trying to wedge his cock into my cunt.

“This isn’t working,” Mr. Cocksmith sighed, pulling out.

“Take her ass,” Judge Harmon suggested.

My eyes went big as I glanced down at Mr. Cocksmith’s massive member.

“Good call,” he agreed, ordering me, “Turn around slut, let’s give you your first chocolate DP.”

“Yes, Master,” I agreed, the idea of taking a cock in my ass incomprehensible before this evening and yet now something I was willingly doing without hesitation.

“Grab me some lube, slut,” Mr. Cocksmith ordered Samantha.

“Of course, Master,” she said, as I repositioned myself so my tits were directly in Judge Harmon’s face.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“These are some nice udders,” the judge complimented, cupping them in his hands.

“Thank you, Master,” I replied to the ridiculous compliment of comparing my breasts to a cow’s.

A moment later, I felt a sticky liquid between my ass cheeks just as Judge Harmon sucked on my erect nipples. The euphoric pleasure of having a cock lodged deep in my cunt, hands cupping my breasts and a mouth on my nipples had me willing to do anything… including eagerly taking a massive cock in my virgin ass.

Samantha said softly, “Relax, Mikaela, this is going to burn like a bitch at first, but once you get used to it you are going to want your ass fucked hard.”

“Okay,” I replied tentatively, wanting to obey and become the white slut they wanted me to be, yet scared of the pain I knew was coming.

“Ready, ass slut?” Mr. Cocksmith asked, as I felt his cockhead between my ass cheeks.

“Yes, Master, take my anal virginity,” I answered nervously, wanting to feel the pleasure that I saw on Samantha’s face while she was getting DP’d earlier.

His hands went to my waist as I felt his cockhead poking at my anal entrance.

Judge Harmon whispered, “Besides Abbotsford and Kenningston, there is also Williams.”

I gasped, both because of the next shocking name and because I felt Mr. Cocksmith’s mushroom top break through my anal defence. “Oh, shit,” I whimpered, a sharp pain hitting me. Cassandra Williams was my colleague and as no nonsense as me. In her early fifties, she was old school and believed in being the voice for all who had no voice of her own. She was married to a famous CEO in oil, but hated the boys’ club that still existed in the legal field. Her sexual submission would diminish her many years of standing up to big business.

“Yes, she has the first to be a member of the white slut’s club… shit I remember her being the only woman and taking over a dozen black cocks during a judge retreat down south,” Judge Harmon reminisced.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, both turned on as hell at the story of Cassandra’s sexual submission and in pain as Mr. Cocksmith’s cock slowly invaded my ass.

“She was the one who brought Senator Abbotsford into the club many years ago,” Judge Harmon revealed.

“I can’t take it,” I said, through clenched teeth as the pain in my ass intensified as Mr. Cocksmith’s dick went deeper into me.

“Half way in, slut,” Mr. Cocksmith informed me.

“Only half,” I whined, unable to fathom taking even a millimetre more in me.

“Becky Watson,” Judge Harmon revealed next.

“Oh my,” I said, each name a juicy piece of gossip that distracted me from the impaling I was receiving in my back door. Becky was a gorgeous redheaded journalist whom I resented because her writing always seemed to favour my opponent.

Matt added, from behind me somewhere, “Yes, she is a great weapon for us in the media and a great slut for us in the board room.”

“Figures,” I said, her one-sided journalism instantly making sense.

“Want more names?” Judge Harmon asked.

“Yeeeees,” I answered, wincing as the anal invasion continued its assault forward.

“Beg for Jake to just slam his cock in your ass, my slut, and become the white ass slut you were meant to be,” Judge Harmon ordered.

“M-m-meant to be,” I stammered, now recalling Cocksmith’s first name to be Jake.

“Of course, white bitches like you are in denial, thinking you can have an influence on society. Your influence is on your knees with your mouth, cunt and ass filled with black cock,” he explained, his words sounding ludicrous and yet feeling like the truth.

“But I am more than just a slut,” I protested, although it was hard to defend my case with massive black cocks in both my holes.

“I object,” Matt quipped.

“Objection taken,” Judge Harmon nodded, as he explained firmly. “You are no more than we allow you to be, Mrs. Crutcher. You’re our white slut to use and manipulate as we please. Senator Abbotsford does our bidding politically, Becky does it in the media, Amanda and Cassandra lose the cases they are instructed to lose and you will too.”

“I can’t do that,” I said, the thought of dishonouring my sworn loyal oath something I couldn’t break.

“We don’t make you lose cases where our defendants are guilty,” Mr. Cocksmith interjected. “We just speed up the red tape of these cases where innocent victims are charged.”

Instantly I thought of Edison Smith, a case that Cassandra could have easily won and yet instead took a plea bargain.

It didn’t make much sense at the time, but it sure did now.

I asked, through grit teeth as Jake continued to slowly go deeper in my ass, “Are you saying that Elizabeth Smith was lying?”

“We have evidence, which unfortunately was inadmissible, that proved she was,” Jake answered, before clarifying, “we don’t cheat to win, we still lose cases as was seen in the Pikerson case, but we just speed up the injustices.”

“You’re a judicial Nelson Mandela,” I quipped.

“Bounce back on my cock, slut,” he ordered, his tone implying I had annoyed him.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, suddenly feeling guilty that I had potentially disrespected him.

I leaned forward, put my hands on the top of the couch, clenched my teeth and prepared for an intense pain that had already coursed through me. Then on one backwards push, I took all his ten inches in my ass.