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White Slip

By: Lyss



I see you once or twice a year, not often enough to call you lover, and in between the business meetings where we trip into each other in a Houston or Minneapolis hotel, I drop the kids off at school, drive the station wagon to the office park, run the kids to soccer practice, ladle pasta onto dinner plates, suck my husband's cock. You have a clean-shaven face, brown velvet hair, a tall, muscular physique and a cock several shades darker than your cinnamon skin that, smooth and elegant when erect, looks as if it has been dipped in Port wine. Still, the months pass, and details of you - the lines on your face, the part in your hair - fade. 

But I never forget your voice. Every few weeks the phone rings and I pick it up without a glance at the caller ID, tone all workaday, to encounter a conversation that's "How was your day?" meets "What are you wearing?"

This morning, I answered, annoyed at the interruption. I had a meeting in an hour for which I was still preparing.

"Hello," you said, liquid gold. My nipples tightened against my silk camisole. We rambled. An off-white thong, I offered. Going to Los Angeles next week, you said. The conversation rolled, and when I hung up all I could make out was your voice, melting me as if I were butter and you the heat, the tone that turns my clit on as if it were a switch and never clicks it off. I checked my watch. If I moved fast I could get myself off in the private bathroom and fake it through the meeting. 

I locked the door, clicked on the light, kicked off my shoes and looked at my reflection in the mirror hanging over the sink. My blond hair, curly and wild, was pulled back in a clip, wisps escaping. I hiked my skirt above the rim of my thigh-high sheers, the tops of which peek out when I sit, and shimmied out of my thong and white slip, which fluttered to the floor. White slips feel childishly virginal. Every fall, when school was about to start, my mother took me shopping for new clothes: Carter's cotton underpants, plaid wool kilts with an oversized pin to hold the leg closed, saddle shoes, a new white slip. 

The fluorescent light flickered like a strobe. Have to call Maintenance, I thought, I looked back to the mirror. I wanted to see what you see when I cum. 

I lifted my skirt again, placed a foot on the sink, and raised myself on the other foot so I could see my reflection as I opened. I could see the handful that is my outer lips, fair hair partly shaven. The furrows as I widen my thighs, every one of which tells its own story. The tawny skin that gives way to a ruddy pink, glistening, even in the fluttering light. The clit popping outward as if to say, Please hurry. 

I parted my lips, then brought my hand to my face and sniffed. I remembered the mustiness in the folds of your balls, the salt pungency of the cum you squirt, moaning, on my belly and breasts. I deposited a mouthful of cum-like spit in my hand, reached past my ass and rubbed my asshole. 

I stared at the mirror. What do you see as I become aroused? Even in the vague light I could make out the flush that rose from my chest, up my neck and across my face. The short, shallow breaths. The tongue circling my lips. The dry mouth that craved the moistening of your tongue. 

I started circling my clit with my other hand, slow, then fast, then slow again, but hard and rough. Once I'd teased my asshole enough, I plunged three fingers into my pussy. I could have let them slide, but instead I widened them, so I could feel the scrape of my fingernails and their changing shape as I flexed and extended my fingers, an animal running wild. 

My little finger stayed outside, but I wanted more. I remembered that I had sliced its tip with a knife a few days before. It was deep enough that I could have gotten sutures, but I chose to bandage it myself. It was taking awhile to close, and I liked the idea that on some small scale I was flirting with danger. I pulled my hands away and removed the Bandaid: a pink, open wound. The wetness of my pussy would sting the cut, I knew. I plunged all four fingers in and opened myself wider. I felt the nails inside my pussy and the burning cut, and I remembered how your thick cock hurts when you fuck me hard. 

I could no longer keep my eyes open. I imagined us in a hotel room, several floors above some city, any city. It is late afternoon and the curtains are flung open. Natural light has painted the space goldenrod. The comforter fell to the floor hours ago and most of the pillows soon followed. 

Later there will be a dinner reservation, an expensive Merlot, my wild-as-a-storm hair contained in a girl's ponytail, sandals and a short skirt with no panties, slacks with no boxers, tight enough so I can watch the muscle of your ass, the ridge I have run my tongue along, as I follow you to the darkened corner table, yet loose enough so that, as I agitate my stem glass, sniff the wine's bouquet and feel you tease my thighs with your fingers, there is room for me to massage your balls, which seem to float in the fabric. 

I will take my first sip of the blood-stained drink as your fingers dip in, a quill in an inkpot, and the warmth will spread from my mouth to my stomach, my pussy to my belly, reigniting the hunger that won't be sated until morning. 

But right now I am spent, rent, as I lie on my back and look up at you fucking me. I am almost a rag doll. You tell me to roll on my stomach, and I move as if under water. All fours, you say. I want to see that asshole of yours.

You rub the plug along my asshole, bigger than the last one, and I tense up, afraid, but when you whisper, I trust you. You run your tongue around my rim like you have done before and because this is familiar, I open enough for you to slide a finger, wet with spit, inside. You probe and I push toward you, crying out. It hurts but I do not resist. 

You withdraw your finger and move away. I hear the sound of lube squirting from a bottle. It is wet, with a squishy pop, and it reminds me of how my pussy sounds when you massage it with your fingers. Again, I know this sensation, so I relax.

I feel your weight resettle on the mattress. You hold onto my ass as I bury my face in the one pillow that has survived our fucking. You speak softly to me, your voice warm honey, but I cannot make out what you are saying, I can only feel you opening me and slowly advancing, I feel my whole body opening until you have reached the point of my resistance, then your words sing through my brain and I open even more. I arch my back like a cat. I think I am moaning but I can no longer recognize the sound of my own voice.

You push your cock into my pussy with a suddenness that makes me gasp and you grab hold of me and fuck, fast and hard. I have forgotten where I am. With every thrust you jab my cervix and ram against the buttplug, until I feel as if you are fucking me all the way up to my breasts. I can do nothing but hang on. I know I will want to cum with you, but I am afraid to cum excoriated, so I wait. I wait.

Something changes. Your breathing deepens, hollows, and you plunge less from your cock and more from your pelvis. I grow lightheaded, and I imagine you are lightheaded too. Your cock seems to swell, as if it were possible for it to become any larger, so that I am full, full of you. 

I sense an urgency, as if you are losing control, then I lose control, and I no longer know if it is your cock in my pussy or your cock in my asshole and I open my mouth and wish for something, anything, your fingers, your cock, a gag, in my mouth, so you are filling everything that needs to be filled. 

I reach for my clit as I feel a moan begin deep in your belly, it grazes my spine and your balls slap the wetness that is dripping from my pussy, the walls of my pussy begin to contract around your cock as it shudders, as if my contracting is causing your shuddering in an endless cycle that makes me contract faster, I no longer know where my pussy ends and your cock begins, then you burst into me as the waves overtake me and I am under, under, under.

I opened my eyes, surprised that I was still standing. I removed my hand from my pussy, placed my foot on the floor, and flexed the leg that had kept me upright. It was shaky but sure. As I slid on my thong, I imagined you rolling me over and nuzzling my lips. 

You wrap your tongue around my tender clit and I jump, pull away, but you follow me. It is too intense, I want to say, too raw, but I will let you do anything. You sip from my pussy, long and slow, then you move your body up, lie on top of me, thigh to thigh, nipple to breast, and slip your tongue in my mouth. We taste ourselves and each other and we kiss until our chins are wet. 

I pulled my white slip on, smoothed my skirt, opened the door, flicked off the light. I walked toward my office and heard the phone ring. It was time for my meeting. 

I did not wash my hands.

White Slut Wife: Black Cock Fantasy



SUMMARY: Husband makes submissive wife's black cock fantasy come true.

NOTE: This is a Halloween 2014 contest story so please vote.



DEDICATION: This is dedicated to the real PAM and JOHN.

THANKS: To MAB7991, goamz86,and Robert for editing.

White Slut Wife: Black Cock Fantasy

We were watching porn in the hotel after a wedding in late August, both intoxicated and horny, when a scene came on that led to another naughty night of role playing.

The movie was called Gangbang Fantasies, and included three lengthy gangbang scenes. The first one was okay as a pretty redhead with massive fake tits got stranded on the side of the road and was picked up by a hippie van going to a Grateful Dead concert. She ended up fucking all five hippies and was triple penetrated often.

Pam had picked the movie, her most constant fantasy being about getting gangbanged, something we have discussed actually making a reality many times in the heat of passion, but once she reached orgasm she always came back to her prim and proper morals.

Pam at 48 is just as beautiful and vibrant as the day I met her, and twice as horny.

As the first gangbang scene came to an end, both of us naked except for her thigh high stockings, my finger inside her pussy, I asked, "Which three at the wedding tonight would you like to join us so we could make your own gangbang fantasy?"

She moaned, "Are you one of the three?"

"No," I smiled, sliding a second finger inside her.

"I don't know," Pam moaned, obviously not wanting to answer the question.

"I'd bang the redhead bridesmaid," I said, trying to open the door for honesty.

"You and redheads," she playfully teased. " I'm surprised you even married me."

"You love sucking cock and swallowing cum," I quipped back. What made Pam the perfect wife was the beautiful oxymoron she was. She was a teacher and perceived by all as a sweet, caring woman, which she was. Yet, underneath her conservative teacher persona was a constantly horny, sexually wild and almost limit free vixen.

On our first date she swallowed my load in the car and I was in love...yes, men are that shallow. Of course, besides being insatiable in bed and willing to do almost anything (especially after a couple glasses of wine), she was also beautiful, funny, compassionate and just the most amazing person I had ever met (and she still is).

"I'd also dyke out for you with that redhead," she moaned, my finger turning her on, as was the second scene, which was just starting.

"You're all talk," I teased, the idea of her dyking out another fantasy she hadn't yet made a reality.

"Want to go back?" She asked.

Of course I did, but I also knew that she was too drunk to make such decisions, one that she may regret. I answered, "I'd rather hear the answer to the question first."

"Who do I want to gangbang me?" She asked, her tone dripping with naughtiness. Hearing your wife say 'gangbang' is one of the hottest things ever.

"Yes," I nodded, curious who she would choose.

"Put your cock in me and I'll tell you," she moaned, staring at the television.

"You want a black cock, don't you?" I asked, glancing at the television and realizing the scene was now of a white bride getting molested by three black men and that she was staring at it.

"God, yes,"' she said, while staring at the fake video bride sucking a big black cock.

"So if Bruce walked in here right now?" I questioned.

"I'd devour him whole," she lustfully answered.

"I bet he has a massive cock," I added, sliding three fingers inside her.

"Fuuuuck," she moaned, as I widened her cunt.

I glanced at the television that she had her eyes glued to and saw the bride was sucking one massive black cock while stroking the other two.

"You wish that was you," I said, as I pumped my fingers in her.

"Yessssss," she moaned, not taking her eyes off the three black cocks.

"On your knees, you dirty little gangbang slut," I ordered, knowing name calling always worked when she was drunk and horny.

She quickly obeyed, the anticipation of getting fucked making her completely submissive, even though she was a strong-willed teacher during the day.

"Watch the bride slut while I take your ass," I demanded, another thing that only happened during these drunken adventures. She actually didn't like anal sex and was dead against it usually, but when drunk and in that certain state of euphoria, she was willing to obey every demand I gave her including being sodomized.

"Oh, you bad boy," she purred, wiggling her nice ass.

I moved behind her, coincidently just as the bride was also on her knees, taking a cock in both ends. I teased her asshole with my cock until she begged, "Bruce, just shove that big black snake in my ass."

We role played often and more and more lately it had been about me being black. I had even bought black condoms to make the role play more authentic. So I obliged my horny wife, sliding my cock in her always tight ass.

"Fuuuuck," she screamed, getting her ass filled so rarely, the pleasure-pain principle always came into effect. Although, in theory, I guess it was the pain-pleasure principle as the burn came first and then the pleasure later.

"You like my black cock in your white ass?" I asked, after a few strokes, trying to stay in the character I was apparently playing.

"Oh God, yes. Slam that big black cock in your white slut," she replied, watching the blonde now taking all three cocks in her three pleasure holes.

I obliged, fucking her hard, deep and fast as I held onto her hips, my body slamming into her with each forward thrust.

"Fuck, I lovvvvvve your black coooooock," she screamed, a couple minutes later as her orgasm got close. When drunk she could come from a hard ass fucking.

"Come, you white slut," I demanded, slapping her ass as I continued pounding her rear.

She was always ashamed the following morning that she had come from getting ass-fucked, but in the heat of the moment, it seemed it was when she reached her most intense orgasms, when she gave in mind, body and soul to me. "Yes, fuck me, ream my ass," she demanded, clearly close to eruption.

"Now, slut, come on my black cock, you fucking white slut," I demanded firmly.

"Yes, Masteeerrrrrrrr," she screamed, as her orgasm hit her a couple of strokes later, just as the bride on screen got her first facial.

"I'm going to get you your own gangbang of black cocks, my little white slut," I continued, as her orgasm coursed through her.

"Yes, make me a white slave for black cock," she struggled to get out as she continued to come while I continued fucking her ass.

My balls boiling, after a few more deep thrusts, I pulled out, turned her around and came all over her face, another thing I was only allowed to do during these nasty, drunken, slut encounters.

Drawn into the act, she opened her mouth wide as my cum splattered her face. Still in slut mode, she then deep throated my cock, which had just spent the last few minutes deep in her ass.

Both exhausted, we crashed pretty hard a few minutes later, but with Halloween coming I wondered if it was time to make her greatest fantasy a reality.

.....

Now I should describe my wife. She is a grade three teacher, is 5'7", 115 pounds, brunette, blue eyes, 32A breasts, and very, very sensitive nipples. She's in amazing shape for a 48 year old woman as she works out daily with Zumba, piloxing and yoga.

At school she dressed as a professional to all who saw her, but underneath her conservative teacher attire, she wore a garter and stockings, lace push up bras that enhanced her small breasts, and thongs.

Although we have a great sex life, I get head or sex at least four times a week, even during her period (actually she is hornier during her period which is unlike most women I dated before meeting her). But when she drinks, she gets really wild and there are no limits. Her first facial, first anal, first fisting and first double penetration (a vibrator in her cunt while I fucked her ass) all happened while she was drunk. The next morning she always felt a little ashamed at how out of control she let herself get, but then the next time she drank the same thing would happened.

Over the next couple of weeks, I kept talking to her about her black fantasies. Even while sober she admitted she would love to try a black cock if the opportunity presented itself and that her biggest fantasy was getting triple teamed by three black cocks.

Now, some men would feel inadequate or insecure if their wife had such fantasies. Yet, it was my fantasy too. I didn't want to fuck other women, and had no interest in having sex with men, black or white, but for whatever reason the idea of watching my wife submit to her fantasy was an amazing turn on.

Coincidently, in September, Pam had had another of her fantasies come true when she was a seduced and dominated by a young black woman named Alicia, her intern, while at a teacher's conference and it had only enhanced her eagerness to fulfill her other fantasy (you can read about that in the story called Turning Teacher Black).

Her submission to her intern was done while she was out of town; over the next month Pam was used by Alicia a few more times, but I was never invited, although I got to listen on the phone and the young intern, did imply that if I continued to be a good supportive husband, she may let me watch.

Thus, I decided, without a doubt, to make one of her other fantasies a reality, and this time get to see it live.

The Halloween party was at a rich friend's mansion and the theme this year was movies. Pam suggested Grease (see would have made a hot Sandy).

But wanting to have my face covered, my plan already under way, I suggested we do Phantom of the Opera. She loved the idea, it being her favourite musical, and she got all dressed up in a very short flapper dress, garter belt and old fashioned silky seamed stockings that were completely in view (the skirt being so short), and four inch heels. I, on the other hand, wore a mask, gloves and a cloak that completely hid my identity.

That Halloween, like the last past two years, she expected to get laid. We had fucked in a downstairs bathroom a couple of years ago and repeated the new Halloween tradition last year by having sex in one of the seven guest rooms.

Pam asked, on the drive over, "Are we going for a three-peat?"

I laughed, "Of course, let's plan to meet in the same room exactly at midnight."

"Can you wait that long?" She asked.

"Can you?" I countered.

"Challenge accepted," she quipped, quoting 'How I met Your Mother' like we often did when we got playful. Pushing me, she fished out my cock while I was driving.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering, she did something she had never done before, she leaned down and began sucking my flaccid cock while I drove.

My cock quickly grew in her mouth, in stunned awe of Pam's naughty, sober act. Since her submission to her young intern she had become even more adventurous and this was the newest example. Who would have thought my wife submitting to a black college girl would pay off for me?

After a couple minutes, she sat back up and smiled provocatively just as I was getting close, "You sure you can wait?"

"You brat," I said, my balls ready to burst.

"I'll finish you off here and now if you admit you can't last as long as I can," she smiled, her hand going to my leg.

I wanted to come in her mouth while I drove, something that had never been a fantasy until it just almost occurred, but I also hated to lose. I shrugged, "I'll remember this when you are begging to come tonight."

"I don't beg," she countered.

"Like a dog," I quipped back.

"Yes or no?" she smiled, her hand moving to my cock and stroking it.

"No," I said firmly. "But you will finish what you started on the drive home."

"Only if I come first," she challenged, knowing that most of the time I came first.

"Deal," I smiled, knowing that she was definitely going to come first, although not from my cock.

"But no cheating," she said, moving her hand back to herself. "No masturbating in the washroom."

"Deal," I repeated, my head spinning with the delicious visuals I was already imagining occurring in under four fours.

Suddenly her phone buzzed. She looked at it and sighed,

"What?" I asked.

"Mistress Alicia won't take no for an answer," she began, "she expects me to show up at her friend's Halloween party, even though I've already told her that this was a commitment I couldn't break."

Shit, I thought to myself, this could ruin my whole plan. I also loved hearing my beautiful wife use the word 'Mistress'.

Her phone buzzed with another text.

"She just texted that you can come and watch," Pam added, her cheeks going red. She had become a complete nymphomaniac (although she had always loved sex) since her lesbian submission and I could tell she wanted to go to the other party now.

"Tell you what," I said, thinking maybe I could have my cake and eat it too. "Let's stay at this party until midnight, have our three-peat and then head over to the other party."

She smiled, all giddy like our sixteen year old daughter when she got her way, "Really?"

"Of course, I've wanted to see you eat pussy forever," I said, the visual now etched in my head.

She quickly texted Alicia.

Another sigh, "She insists I be there by midnight or she will punish me."

Pam was punished two weeks ago, by having to wear a butt plug in her ass all week while at work. The punishment almost killed her, especially since each day she recieved a bigger plug.

"Let's change our rendezvous to 10:30," I suggested, still wanting to give her my surprise and then witness her eating pussy.

"Great," she agreed, instantly excited again as she texted her black Mistress.

I reminded her, "But no coming until we get together."

We arrived at the party and like we usually did we separated and mingled with friends. Trent, a co-worker of mine, and black, was dressed as Napoleon Dynamite which of course was doubly hilarious because he was black as night.

I asked, "Still game?"

"If you are," he nodded, glancing over to my wife. "She looks fucking hot."

"That she does," I agreed. I explained the plan once more. "A few minutes before 10:30 go to the last room on the right upstairs, switch into the Phantom outfit that will be on the bed, and then wait for her to arrive,"

"I thought the plan was midnight?" He asked.

"Change of plans, my little slut is already revved up for action," I explained, which was true. But I was hoping two hours of wine would have her in the perfect state of slutdom she often reached.

"Okay," he agreed, "but you're sure she is into this?"

"It's her ultimate fantasy," I nodded, before clarifying, "actually her ultimate fantasy is three big black cocks. But I think we will start small."

"Trust me, we're not starting small," he confidently replied.

I laughed, having seen his black snake a few times at the gym, "Trust me, that wasn't my implication."

He said firmly, "Just saying, nothing about me is small."

"Fair enough," I nodded.

"And I can fuck any of her three holes?" He clarified.

"I think so. She'll eagerly suck your cock and take it in her cunt, but you may have to smooth talk your way into her ass," I said, not sure she would be willing, even drunk, to take something that big in her ass, although the last butt plug was almost as big as him (and she walked around all day while teaching with it in her). I was seven inches and reasonably well equipped, but Trent was easily ten inches, although no thicker than I was.

"She'll take it in the ass," he confidently nodded. "Bitches can't say no to the chocolate hammer."

I chuckled at his name for his cock, thinking I needed a name for mine.

I chatted with others for a while, had a few drinks, before going to chat with my wife. "Half an hour," I whispered.

"Want to go now?" She asked, her eyes telling me she was drunk and ready for action.

"I thought you said you could wait?" I asked, coyly.

"You playing hard to get?" She asked, slyly squeezing my cock.

"Just following the deal we made," I shrugged.

"Fine," she sighed, clearly annoyed at me, but like me, hating to lose.

"See you in half an hour," I whispered in her ear, giving her ear a firm tug. "I'm going to make you come like a hungry slut."

Before she could respond, I left her alone.

A few minutes before our rendezvous time, I headed up to the room, changed out of my outfit, leaving it on the bed, and snuck into the closet with my phone on silent.

A couple minutes later, Trent walked in, got undressed and put on the outfit. He said, "Shit, it's a little tight."

"Sorry," I said from the closet, "I didn't put much thought into the fact that you are bigger than me."

Once dressed, you couldn't tell he wasn't me unless you were really paying attention that he was two inches taller and a little wider in the shoulders.

Pam came in almost on cue, closed the door, locked it and said, "Are you ready to see who comes first?"

Trent walked over to her, picked her up and tossed her on the bed, something I would never do. Yet, instead of catching on, she purred, "Playing rough, I like that."

Trent had been instructed not to talk until he had to, and instead, joined her on the bed, moved between her legs, roughly pulled her panties off and tossed them towards me, before he buried his face between her legs.

She protested, as she moaned, "not fair, I get to suuuuck you toooooo."

Trent ignored my wife's protests and I was already frustrated that I couldn't see what he was doing.

She kept moaning, and weakly protested, "This doesn't count as a wiiiiiiiin."

I tried to watch through the small crack, but couldn't see the up close action. Trent continued licking and Pam's moaning increased rather quickly. She moaned, after a couple of minutes, "Oh, licking my asshole, that's new. Are you prepping my ass for that big cock of yours?"

Trent made a moaning sound that was rather non-descript and kept his identity hidden, but agreed to her question.

Pam's moans increased and she continued talking, "Oh yes, baby, finger fuck my cunt, you fucking bastard."

Trent's' arm began furiously pumping in and out of her cunt and she eventually went crazy, "Oh fuck, baby, shiiiiiit, please, shove that big cock of yours in my cunt."

Trent moved up, moving his outfit out of the way and moved his cock to her pussy lips.

She moaned, "Shove it in, baby. You got me so worked up, you can win, just get me off."

He rubbed her pussy lips as she tried to move the mask off. He pushed her hand away and slid his cock inside.

"Fuuuuuuuck," she screamed, as his black cock filled her. Laying on her back, she still didn't know it wasn't me.

Trent slyly only slid about half his cock in her, keeping his secret a secret a little bit longer.

Pam's moans continued and she begged, "Love all your big cock in me, baby. I want it all in my slut box."

"As you wish," Trent finally spoke, slamming all ten inches of his black cock in her.

Pam screamed in pleasure and shock, as she tried to move up, coming to the realization that the man fucking her wasn't her husband.

"Relax, slut," he ordered, while continuing to fuck her cunt deep. "I'm making your black cock fantasy come true."

"W-w-where's John?" she barely got out, while interestingly enough not trying to push him away.

"Focus on me slut," he ordered, taking control.

"Buttttt, I, fuuuck," she babbled, her body and brain at war with each other and her body winning.

He pulled out and asked firmly, as he stood up and moved to the side of the bed where my wife's head was, "Do you want my chocolate hammer or not? I have other white bitches that would love this in their white holes."




White Slut Wife: Black Cock Fantasy



He made sure I had a great look at my wife, as she stared at his massive erect cock. The lust in her eyes was clear and she asked, "Does my husband know?"

"Does it matter?" he asked, tapping his cock on her lips.

"I don't know," she said, unable to take her eyes off his cock.

"Open up, slut," he ordered, "I know, you know and your husband knows this is what you want, what you need, what you crave. To be a black cock lover. Now open those cocksucking lips and make your fantasy come true."

She didn't resist any longer, as she leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth.

"That's it slut, show me how much you really want black cock," he ordered.

Pam loves sucking cock. She sucked and swallowed my load a dozen times before she ever let me fuck her when we first started dating. She has sucked me off in public washrooms, under the table at a restaurant, in the kitchen when the kids were in the other room, in the backseat at a drive-in with another couple up front, at a movie theatre, in a hospital bed when I had knee surgery, and in a taxi, just to name a few places. Anyway, she bobbed hungrily on his black cock, taking over half of it instantly and then continuing to take more with each bob.

"Shit, John wasn't lying, you can really go to town on a cock," he groaned, impressed by her cocksucking skills.

This only made her more eager it seemed as she slid off the bed, onto her knees and took his meat back in her mouth. Now she bobbed with reckless abandon, seemingly determined to take all ten inches. She could deep throat me, but three more inches didn't seem possible. Loud slobbery cocksucking sounds echoed in the room, as she sucked like a porn star.

"Shiiiit, slut," he groaned, after only a couple minutes of her cocksucking, "here comes my cum."

She didn't slow down or back off his cock and swallowed his load. She kept bobbing until he pulled out and asked, "Ready for a real fucking?"

"God, yes," she responded, no longer hesitant.

"Bend over the bed, bitch," he ordered, his cock still rock hard.

She quickly obeyed.

"What do you want, slut?" he questioned.

"For you to fuck me," she admitted.

"What about your husband?" he asked.

"Tell him to come out of the closet and watch up close," she responded.

Busted, I came out and asked, "How did you know?"

She turned to look at me and smiled, "I heard a noise when I moved off the bed."

"Enough fucking talking," Trent said, and slid his cock in my wife's cunt.

"Oh fuuuuuck," she moaned. "And thannnnnnk you."

I held my phone in front of me and filmed her getting fucked. Over the next couple minutes of fucking, Pam got very animated:

"Oh yes, fill my white box with your black cock."

"Make me your white slut."

"Drill my ass with that big snake."

"Pound my cunt with that black hammer."

Trent then pulled out and she whined, "Noooooooooooo."

She looked up at me, right into my phone and begged, "Shove that black cock in my white cunt. Fuck me in front of my husband like the white slut I am."

He slammed back into her once hard.

"Aaaaaah, fuck," she screamed.

For the next few strokes, he pulled out and slammed hard into her. Each time making my wife scream, but not allowing her to orgasm, just keeping her on the brink of eruption,

Finally he asked, slamming back into her. "Do you want to come like the nasty nigger loving slut you are?"

"Yesssss," she screamed, "I want to be a slut for nigger cock." I couldn't believe she had used the 'n' word.

"How bad?" he asked, repeating the extreme teasing.

"I'll do anythiiiiiiiiing," she declared, clearly on the verge of a sexual mental breakdown.

"Beg for my cock in your ass," he ordered, slamming into her cunt again.

I expected hesitation, but all I got was her eyes going big, before she gave into her lust and pleaded, "Fill my white ass with that big black cock and split your nasty whore in two."

Her nasty tongue and complete submission to him was fucking hot and my cock was stiff in my pants. I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth, but Trent insisted I was not to participate if he was going to 'blacken' my wife, his term, not mine.

He pulled out and, without any lube (thank God for the anal training a couple of weeks ago), he slowly began pushing his cock into her ass.

"Ohhh myyyy," she whimpered, clenching her teeth, as she grabbed the comforter and held on for dear life.

"Shit, this is the tightest white ass I've ever had," he grunted, as his snake slowly slithered inside her ass.

Pam just kept her teeth clenched as she dealt with the obvious pain coursing through her ass, which had clearly dissipated the orgasm that was close.

I moved to the side and filmed his cock disappearing inside her ass, this looked like some sort of magic trick as all ten plus inches disappeared in her tiny back door.

"All in, slut," he declared, once the magic trick was finished.

"I'm so fucking fulllll," she barely got out.

He chuckled, "And now to really show you what it's like to be a nigger slut," he said. I would never use such a word, but hearing a black man say it to my wife only enhanced the hotness of the taboo act.

"Kkkkkk," was all she could muster, still not used to his massive dick in her ass.

Again, he wasn't gentle with my wife, as he began sliding in and out, although not slamming into her, just moving quickly.

I moved back to focus on Pam's facial expressions. It was amazing to watch the transformation over a couple of minutes as she went from gritting her teeth in obvious pain and whimpers, to a look of complacency and soft moans as she began to get used to it, to a slow evolution as her breathing picked up, her lips pursed and she began clearly enjoying it.

Trent, sensing the shift as he fucked her from behind, asked, "Ready to really get ass fucked like the white cock slut you are?"

"Fuck yes," my beautiful bride of 25 years replied, "Make me your ass-slut."

"My white ass slut," he corrected.

"Yes, your slutty, obedient, three hole white cum bucket," she replied, easily the hottest thing that had ever come out of her mouth.

"Shit, John, you told me she would love this, but fuck she is the sluttiest white MILF I've ever fucked," he said to me, as he slammed into her ass hard.

"Fuuuuuuuck," she screamed, her facial expression a mixture of utter pain and pleasure, his cock obviously reaching new depths with that deep thrust.

"I'm a very lucky guy," I responded knowing I had the best wife in the world.

"Oh Godddddd,' She whimpered, as he continued ripping into her ass.

After a couple of minutes of hardcore ass fucking, my wife finally in the last stage of complete submissive pleasure and close to orgasm, asked, "John baby, do you like watching me get filled with black dick?"

"It's fucking hot," I admitted.

"You like your wife being an ass fucking nigger slut?" she asked, clearly trying to shock me.

"I love it," I nodded.

Trent grabbed her hair and ordered, "Focus on me, slut. I want to see you come like the nasty ass slut you are."

"Yes, sir," she moaned, closing her eyes to really focus on the pleasure that was building inside her.

Each deep thrust made her squeal with delight until she screamed, enough to alert all in the house that she was getting fucked, "I'm commmmmming."

Trent kept fucking her hard as her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Fuuck, bloody, God," she babbled.

Trent kept fucking her for another minute before he aggressively flipped her over, pushed her to her knees and shoved his cock in her mouth.

Even as her body continued to twitch, her orgasm not complete, she hungrily bobbed on the cock that had just been reaming her ass. She continued where she left off earlier, attempting, although without success, to take all ten inches in her mouth.

"Fuck, slut, here comes your Master's cum," he groaned loudly, using the term 'Master' for the first time.

She continued her hungry quest of black cock submission, taking almost nine inches down her throat as he came in her mouth. She didn't slow down, an expert at swallowing cum.

He finally pulled out, looked at her and said with dominant authority, "What do you say, slut?"

"Thank you for fucking my mouth, cunt and ass and shooting your sweet cum down my throat," she answered, like the slut she was, before adding one powerful word, "Master."

Trent looked at me and complimented, "You have one insatiable wife."

"That I do," I nodded, my cock ready to burst in my pants. Looking at my watch, this had been over 40 minutes of hardcore sex and we had to go ASAP if we were going to make it to the other party. "Shit, we need to get going, honey."

"I'm not sure I can walk," she replied, still on her knees, still slightly shivering.

"Because you were so thoroughly fucked and spent by the orgasm," I asked, "or because he tore you apart?"

"The answer is all of the above," she answered, leaning forward and licking the head of Trent's cock to retrieve one last drop of his cum.

"Well, I expect to see you again, my slut," he said, getting undressed.

"Yes, Master," she replied without hesitation, me instantly realizing I had opened a door I wasn't going to be able to close.

Trent got dressed, as did I back into my Phantom costume, and Pam finally stood up. Trent left us alone and I took Pam's hand and asked, "Was it all you fantasized?"

"And then some," she admitted.

I led her out, we said goodbye to our friends and host, feigning Pam not feeling well, and headed to the car. I began driving and said, "Time to finish what you started."

"I'm protesting this victory," she said, even as she fished out my cock.

"The deal was simply who came first, not how," I pointed out.

"Still, you didn't play fair," she countered.

"Do you wish I played fair?" I questioned.

"Just shut up and drive," she said, before leaning forward and taking my cock back in her mouth.

Unlike her slut bobbing on Trent's cock, she slowly sucked my cock. It was a twenty minute drive and Pam spent the whole drive teasing me relentlessly. As we reached the address Alicia texted Pam I ordered, "Now get me off."

Pam began bobbing furiously, her hungry slobbers echoing in the car as I parked.

As soon as I stopped, she sat up and said, "Great, we're here."

"Get back down there," I ordered, my balls already going blue.

"I can play unfair too," she winked and got out of the car, leaving me high and hard.

"Get back here," I called out as she began walking up the driveway.

Frustrated and a little pissed off, I shoved my cock reluctantly back in my pants, and followed her inside. I didn't have time to feel sorry for myself with the promise that awaited me...watching my wife eat pussy...black pussy.

"Wait up," I called, just as Pam entered the house as if already in a trance of obedience.

I scurried into the house and gasped when I entered. The living room was a full lesbian orgy, with half a dozen white women either eating black pussy or getting fucked by black women.

"Slut, get over here right now," I heard a voice call.

Pam didn't look back at me at all as she dropped to her knees and crawled over to Alicia who had a chubby woman already between her legs.

I stared in awe at the hottest sight I had ever seen. It was the dream of every man to walk into something like this.

Alicia said, "John, you will wait back in the car until I text you."

"But," I began.

"Obey, and I will reward you when I am ready for you," she said.

I looked at Pam, who looked at me and nodded that I should do as I was told.

"Okay," I nodded, my cock about to rip out of my pants. Reluctantly, I left the lesbian orgy and returned to my empty car.

I sat in the car for almost an hour before a beautiful redhead who couldn't be more than eighteen and a pretty older version of her knocked on my door.

I rolled down the window and the young redhead dressed in the sluttiest little red riding hood outfit ever said, "You're supposed to drive Mom and I back to our house and in return we will both be your fuck toys for the evening."

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, hearing her words but not comprehending them.

The older woman added, "Your wife is staying here tonight."

"Oh" was all I said, as both beautiful redheads got in. I protested, "I-I-I can't do this."

The younger redhead, who sat in the front seat, handed me her phone and pressed play.

The video was of my wife on her knees, between a pair of black legs, her face shiny with pussy juice, "I'm sorry I didn't finish what I started baby, but to make up for it and for giving me my fantasy tonight, here is yours. A threesome with two natural redheads. I'll be staying here tonight as Mistress has some nasty plans for me." Her head was grabbed and pulled back into a cunt before the camera flipped around and Alicia added, "Now go fuck the bimbo mother-daughter team. They will obey every order you give them...and I mean every one."

The video went black and the older redhead said, "Master, will you take us home?"

My head spinning, the crazy night getting to a new level of crazy, I started driving as I pondered all the things I could possibly do to these two beautiful redheads.

As I drove, the young redhead wordlessly fished out my cock, leaned forward and took it between her lips.

"Fuck," I groaned, realizing, without a doubt, I had the best wife and the best marriage ever.

The End



White Sluts' Club: Bride-to-Be!



Summary: Sweet girl is introduced to the world of big black cock via gangbang. 

Note: This is dedicated to the real Naomi who requested this chocolate filled fantasy. 

Thanks to: Robert. Goamz86, David and Wayne for editing this story. 

White Sluts' Club: Bride-to-Be! 

"Tonight you can't say no," Becka ordered, like the drill sergeant she often is. 

"Yes, ma'am," I saluted sarcastically, already tipsy from three glasses of wine. 

Jennie added, "It's your last night of freedom, so you need to make it epic." 

"I'm just getting married, not going to a convent," I protested. 

"Marriage is worse," Becka, the group slut, countered. 

I shook my head as it was never worth the effort to fight with Becka. 

Amy asked, "Are we really going to The Pit?" 

"Of course," Becka said, "where else would you take a goody-goody like Keli?" 

"I'm not a goody-goody," I protested. 

"You're so pure you make Snow White look dirty," Becka quipped. 

"I can be dirty," I argued, although my fantasies were a lot more sexy and naughty than my real life. 

"How many guys have you fucked?" Becka questioned. 

"Why does that matter?" I asked. "It's not quantity over quality." 

"But it is important to experiment with a variety of shapes, sizes, positions and colours before getting a ball and chain attached to your ankle for life," Becka continued. 

"She's not going to jail," Amy said, defending me. 

"Marriage is the longest jail sentence possible," Becka protested. 

"I'll remember that when you get engaged," Sara quipped, although she was laughing while she said it. 

"Hell will freeze over first," Becka said. 

"Oh Becka, you talk tough, but you are a softie inside," I teased. 

"Enough talk, it's time to slut you up," Becka declared. 

"Isn't this outfit you made me wear slutty enough?" I asked. I was in a striped mini-skirt that barely covered my ass, and a tight blouse that showcased rather clearly my small 34B tits. 

"Your slut ensemble just needs one more thing," Becka said. 

"What's that?" I asked, unable to fathom what else I could possible wear to make this look sluttier. 

"Pantyhose," Becka said. 

"I don't wear pantyhose," I said with disdain, I hated the feel of them. The rare time I was forced to wear nylons, I wore thigh high stockings. 

"Oh, trust me," Becka replied ominously. "You will definitely want them on tonight. Isn't that right girls?" 

Jennie who had been silent during the conversation agreed, "Oh, trust me, pantyhose are essential." 

I had noticed all four of my bridesmaids were wearing pantyhose earlier, which was strange, but didn't think anything of it. Becka was wearing red pantyhose, which stood out with her all black outfit, but she always liked to stand out. Sara was wearing black nylons, Amy white and Jeannie pink. 

"Why is that?" I asked, curious. 

"Oh, that is a surprise," Becka coed, handing me a package of beige pantyhose. 

"I'm not wearing these," I said. 

Sara said, "You can't go in there without nylons on." 

"That's the strangest club ever," I pointed out. 

"You don't know the half of it," Amy agreed. 

"If I'm going, I'm wearing thigh highs," I countered, "I have a pair somewhere in my dresser." 

"What colour?" Becka asked. 

"Black," I answered. "Why does that matter?" 

"Trust me, it does," Jeannie said. 

"Girls, what is going on?" I asked. 

"Tonight, we are in charge," Becka said, pushing me to the couch. "Now just do as you're told." 

"Fine," I said, "I'll be your fucking Barbie doll." 

I sat there as Becka put the pantyhose on me while saying, "I hope this club is worth it." 

Sara promised, "It will change your life." 

Jeannie added, "Yes, you are in for a big surprise," stressing the word 'big'. 

Amy quipped, "You will see things you have never seen before." 

Becka ordered, "Stand up." 

I did and she pulled the pantyhose up and over my ass. 

She joked, "I bet you have never even had a good pussy lapping, have you?" 

"John is fine," I pointed out, although truth be told I had never come from sex, only with my fingers after (or with the massage wand I had bought online). 

"'Fine', what a flattering compliment," Becka smiled. 

"Let's get going," Sara said, "I didn't wear black stockings for nothing." 

"Yes, you wore them for a very special reason," Becka purred. 

"Damn right," Sara nodded. 

I was confused by the conversation, but often was and soon we were in a limousine the girls had hired for the night. On the ride, things got even stranger. 

Becka said, "Let's play a game." 

"What game?" I asked. 

"Who is the best kisser?" she said. 

"And how are we going to do that?" I asked, even though I should have known. 

"You're going to kiss each one of us and declare a winner," Becka revealed. 

"No I'm not," I protested. 

Surprising me, Jeannie leaned in and kissed me, breaking my short protest. I was shocked, but her lips were so soft that after a moment I began kissing her back. The whole time my head was spinning, 'I am kissing a girl.' 

"Next," Becka said, breaking the brief moment of intimacy. 

I stared at Jeannie as she moved away and said, "I've wanted to do that for a long time." 

"You'd love to kiss her other lips wouldn't you?" Becka teased. 

Jeannie, surprising me again, her eyes not breaking contact with mine, replied, "In a heartbeat." 

My eyes went big as Amy moved from her seat and kissed me. Hers was sloppier, but again I gave myself to the kiss. 

As soon as she moved away, Sara moved in and kissed me as well. She immediately slipped her tongue in my mouth, making the kiss more passionate and urgent. My tongue slid inside her mouth and we explored each other's mouths. 

Becka then said, "My turn." 

Sara moved away and Becka ordered, "Come to me, Naomi." 

So intoxicated with the kissing, I obeyed, moving to her in an almost hypnotic state. Reaching her, I leaned in and kissed her. 

She kissed me back, surprisingly tenderly. Her personality is normally so aggressive that I assumed it would be raw...yet I melted into her. 

This kiss lasted longer and wasn't stopped until Sara said, "Lesbians, we are here." 

Becka broke the kiss and quipped, "I think we may have given you the wrong nylons." 

All the others laughed at the strange statement. 

"Let's go slut," Becka said, taking my hand. "Time to literally fuck you up." 

I thought she meant getting me hammered, which in retrospect she did, but not with liquor as I assumed. 

We walked into the club, Becka still holding my hand, and I immediately noticed there were a lot of black men. This didn't surprise me, Becka only fucked black men, something she was very proud of. 

I stammered, "W-w-why are we here?" 

"To have your bachelorette party, of course," Becka said, pulling me to the bar. 

"A round of sex on the beach," she demanded to the black bartender. 

"Sure thing, Becka," he nodded. 

"He knows your name?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious. 

"He knows my cunt too," Becka responded. 

"Everyone here knows your cunt," Sara quipped. 

"They would know yours too, if you would do more than just suck," Becka countered. 

"Yes, once you go black you never go back," Amy added. 

"And that goes for black cunt," Jeannie said. 

I still thought they were just fucking with me when the shots arrived. 

We each took a shooter glass and Becka declared, "To the bride-to-be." 

We each downed our shots as a very big, built black man said, "Another round for the lovely ladies and two for the bride-to-be." 

"Hey, Jamie," Becka greeted. 

"Hey, sexy," he said, leaning in and kissing her. When he broke the kiss, he asked, "So who is the new girl?" 

"Naomi," Becka said, "she's getting married next weekend." 

"And you brought her here tonight?" he questioned. 

"You can't get married and end your life without at least sampling some dark meat," Becka said, looking directly at me. 

He chuckled, "That is a pretty good theory." Turning to me, he greeted, "Nice to meet you, Naomi." 

"You too," I nodded, in awe of just how handsome he was. 

Suddenly an older looking black woman grabbed Jeannie by the arm and said, "Come with me, slut." 

"Yes, Mistress," Jeannie replied, following her. 

I stared in complete shock as I watched one of my best friends walk away with a much older black woman. She was led to a table with two other black women and my shock doubled as Jeannie dropped to her knees and crawled under the table. 

Becka asked, "You really didn't know Jeannie munched cunt?" 

"No," I said, still staring in disbelief. 

The bartender returned and we each took another shot, while Becka and I did two, Becka taking Jeannie's second shot. 

Jamie turned to Sara and asked, "Ready for a load?" 

"God yes," Sara nodded. 

"Let's go," Jamie said, before turning to me, "I'll be back for you later, sexy." 

My eyes went big again as he walked away. 

I asked, "Where are they going?" 

"To one of the suck and fuck rooms," Becka said. 

"Or munch," Amy added, "Don't forget about our Jeannie." 

"She almost always ends up under the table," Becka pointed out. 

"That is true," Amy laughed. 

"I need to go home," I said, realizing what kind of club this was. 

"Oh honey," Becka said, handing me a coaster, "the night is just getting started." 

I read it and gasped. 

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 

 "Holy shit," I gasped, looking down at Amy and Becka's legs. 

"That is an understatement," Becka smiled, just as an older looking, very attractive, bald black man joined us. 

He smiled and said looking at me, "Hi, I'm Jamal." 

"I'm Naomi," I reply, instantly finding this man attractive. I then shook my head slightly, reminding myself I was engaged. 

"First time here, I see," he says looking down at my beige nylons. 

"Yes," I nodded, before adding, "I had no idea we were coming here." 

"Well, I'm glad you did," he smiled widely. 

"I'm, um, not here for that," I explained. 

"For what?" he asked, as Amy sauntered away towards a younger looking tattoo covered black guy. 

"For this," I said. 

"Talking?" he questioned. 

Becka added, "Our bride-to-be is a black virgin." 

"Well, that's a shame," he said. 

Becka added, "And it's time to change that." 

"Becka!" I gasped. "I'm getting married." 

"Which I have told you is a mistake," she said. "But tonight, you promised to do whatever I said." 

"But that didn't include sex," I protested. 

Jamal slipped his arm around me. 

I quickly said, even though I could feel my pussy dampen on his touch, "I have a fiancé." 

He laughed as he took my hand and moved it directly to his crotch. He said, "I have something your white boy doesn't." 

I gasped as I felt the hardness... the thickness... the length. 

I was in utter awe as I forget I was engaged, I forget I was in a public place, and I moved my hand to see how big it truly is. 

He said, "Come back to my table, Naomi. You too, Becka." 

He took my hand and led me to a table, the whole time I was thinking 'his dick is twice the size of John's. 

As I followed, I saw a pretty redhead bobbing up and down on a much older black man. I couldn't see his cock, just her head at a table bobbing. 

I glanced back and saw Jeannie's heels poking out from underneath the table. 

At the table, he sat down and patted a spot beside him. For some reason I felt compelled to obey and scooted in beside him, my mini skirt riding up even higher. 

Becka joined us, and more drinks arrived. 

He put his hand on my leg. No more, no less, and yet it was enough to drive me crazy with mixed emotions. I felt guilty for touching his cock, even though it happened so quickly I really had no control over it. Yet, I did have control over my hand remaining there. I felt an incredible amount of lust. Feeling his big cock, curiosity and horniness took over... the three shots and drinks at home not helping the rational, logical side of my brain. 

Becka explained to Jamal. "Our bride-to-be here is practically a virgin." 

"I am not!" I protested, both because I wasn't and because I didn't want to seem like a prude in front of this stranger. 

"You've been with one guy," she said. 

"A lot," I pointed out. 

Jamal laughed softly, as his hand moved up my leg slowly. "You can't get married having been with only one man. You will always wonder what else is out there." 

Becka added, "Especially one small dicked white guy." 

I asked, "How do you know John is small dicked?" 

"Isn't he?" she asked. 

I looked at Jamal and, flirting very inappropriately, said, "He is compared to you." 

"I'm flattered," he said, as he moved my left hand and placed it firmly on his crotch. 

My face burned red as I grabbed for my rum and coke and downed half of it. 

As Becka continued talking about my apparently pathetic sex life, his hand slid underneath my skirt. I don't know why I did it, but I opened my legs wider to give him easier access to my suddenly burning pussy. 

Becka saw this and smiled, but thankfully didn't say anything. 

Suddenly, Sara joined us, beside Jamal, and saw where my hand was. She smiled and said, "Do you two need to be alone?" 

I quickly moved my hand away, somehow feeling guilty to have Sara see me, but not Becka. 

Jamal took my hand and wordlessly put it back on his crotch. 

My face was burning with shame and lust. 

I looked at Sara and saw she had cum on her chin. The night already surreal, I decided to point it out, "You have cum on your chin." 

"Do I?" she asked, moving her hand to her chin and scooping up a gob of cum. "The last guy shot quite a load, she added, before casually putting the cum in her mouth. 

"Sara loves cum," Becka said. 

"Especially cum shot from big black cock," Sara added, as she moved her hand to Jamal's cock and over mine. "Oh my, this gun feels loaded." 

Jamal laughed, "It's always loaded." 

Suddenly, I moaned out loud as his fingers touch my pussy lips through my pantyhose and panties. I instantly wished I hadn't worn pantyhose as he could be touching my fevered box directly. 

"Should we leave you two alone?" Sara asked. 

"No," I replied quickly, knowing that I wouldn't be able to resist him if left alone. 

Becka, surprising me totally, moved to me, put her hands between my legs and ripped open my pantyhose at the crotch. 

I gasped, and asked, even though the answer was obvious, "What are you doing?" 

"Just giving Jamal here access to your white box," she matter-of-factly and crudely answered. 

I should have done something right then and there. This was getting out of hand, literally, and yet I just sat there as Jamal's finger moved inside my panties and to my wetness. 

Sara added, "Just let go and be a white slut for a night." 

I moaned again, closing my eyes, as his finger slid inside me. He said, "I think we got another white girl in need here." 

I hated the derogatory treatment of women usually, but at the moment what he said was true. 

Jamal smiled, suddenly taking control, "Pretty bride-to-be, you are coming with me." 

He pulled his finger out of my pussy and offered it to Sara who opened her mouth and sucked my wetness. I stared at yet another shocking act. 

Sara smiled and said, "Oh, Jeannie is going to love you." 

I said, trying to hold onto some remote semblance of décorum, "I'm not a lesbian." 

"Just a slut for black cock," Becka quipped, as Sara slid out of the seat so Jamal could get up. 

He took my hand and pulled me out of the booth. 

Jamal says, "I'm going to take your friend out back for a quick initiation to black cock." 

My face burned and yet I allowed myself to be led out of my seated spot. 

Becka said, "Enjoy yourself, Naomi." 

I just hung my head, humiliation burning through me as I followed. 

A guy said, "You breaking in the rookie?" 

"Yep," Jamal answered. 

"I'm next, sweet stuff," someone else said, slapping my ass as I passed. 

Although part of me was mortified, more of me was undeniably excited. 

He led me down a narrow hallway with doors on both sides. Some were open and I saw they had a bed, couch, and sink. 

He led us into a room and closed the door. It was a nicer room than a few I had passed. 

As soon as the door was closed, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me down. 

I didn't fight it. Instead, I allowed myself to drop onto my knees. My face was now directly in front of his crotch and I didn't hesitate. I suddenly had to see it, to feel it, to have it. 

I fished out his cock, even as he laughed, "I thought you may be a little harder to break." 

As I pulled out his massive black cock, so long it looked like a snake, he continued, "I was told you would be a hard one." 

"This is a hard one," I said, stroking his huge cock. 

He laughed, "That it is, my white slut." 

Being called a 'slut', even worse a 'white slut' instantly made me feel like one. But I had to have his cock, and instead of responding, I leaned forward and took his thick mushroom top in my mouth. 

"Oh yeah, you look hot with nigger cock in your mouth," he groaned. 

The 'n' word sent a chill up my back. My father used that word liberally when describing blacks he thought were inferior to whites and I suddenly felt guilt at betraying my Dad. But as I sucked, his cock stretching my mouth, I thought about how wrong Dad was. This felt so right, pleasing a black man. Being on my knees for a black man. Being an obedient sex slave for a black man. 

I gagged a couple of times as I thought this, and then decided to let my brain go blank and just focus on the cock in my mouth. 

"This is going to be the night of your life," he groaned, as he put his hands in my hair. 

I knew there was no way I could take all ten inches in my mouth, it being more than double my fiancé's four and a half inch cock, and yet I wanted to get as much as possible. I also wondered how such a cock would ever fit in my pussy... but I definitely wanted it in me. 

After a couple of minutes of sucking, he pulled out and said, "Get out of that dress." 

I stood back up and willingly got undressed in front of a man who wasn't my fiancé. 

"Bra, too," he ordered, once my dress was off. 

I obeyed, my breasts a little small and the one thing I wished was bigger on me. 

He went to a desk and returned with scissors. 

Suddenly nervous, I asked, "W-w-what are those for?" 

"To get rid of your panties," he said, as he moved his hand to my legs, and quickly cut the fabric. "We always keep the nylons on." 

"Oh," was all I said, as he pulled the panties out from the pantyhose. He moved the panties to his nose and said, "You are soaked." 

I didn't say anything, as I watched him get undressed. He then said, "Ready to be turned into another white cock slut for nigger cock?" 

The words were so blunt... so crude... so wrong. 

Yet, I nodded, staring at his Adonis like black body, muscles everywhere, tattoos everywhere, and said, "Yes." 

"Yes, what?" he asked, as he moved to the bed and lay down. 

"Yes, I want your big black cock," I admitted, following him to the bed. Staring at the massive black light house that was guiding me in. 

"You want to be a white slut for black cock?" he questioned, as I joined him on the bed. 

I nodded, "Yes, I want to be a slut for black cock." 





White Sluts' Club: Bride-to-Be!



"Straddle me," he ordered, "I love to watch a nigger virgin realize what she really is." 

Again his words were racist and inappropriate and yet it turned me on even more. I wanted to have him take my 'nigger' virginity, although there was no way I could say such a word. 

I straddled his body, grabbed his pulsing missile and slowly lowered myself on it. 

As it stretched my pussy wider than John ever did or even my bigger dildo, my eyes went big. I wasn't sure I could handle such a cock. 

I went very slowly, watching the black magic rod disappear inside me. 

Suddenly he leaned up grabbed my waist and roughly slammed me on his cock. 

I screamed, an intense pleasure and pain coursing through me as all ten inches somehow filled me. "Oh fuck!" 

"That's it," he said, looking up at me, as I became lightheaded. "Just allow that virgin pussy, white cock doesn't count, to get used to a real cock in it," 

"Okay," I weakly said, feeling so completely full. 

Then after a minute of getting accustomed to being impaled by the huge dick, I wanted to ride it. 

He said, as if reading my mind, "Go ahead, slut, enjoy the ride." 

If John called me a slut, I would rip his balls off, but when Jamal called me it, it turned me on more. I began slowly riding him, as I leaned forward and put my hands on his muscular chest. 

"Oh yeah, fuck yourself like the white slut you are," he groaned. 

I moaned, "You love fucking white sluts, don't you?" 

"Oh yeah," he groaned, before adding, "nothing better than fresh white mouth, pussy and ass." 

My eyes went big at the ass comment. 

"Have you ever had a cock in your ass, Princess?" he asked, as I kept slowly fucking him. 

All the girls, especially Becka, always called me Princess, and I wondered how much they, probably Becka, had to do with the fact that I was currently naked and riding a black stranger... probably everything. 

"No," I admitted, the idea not overly appealing and definitely not appealing with a dick as big as his. 

"Well, good white nigger loving cock sluts were born with three holes for a reason, Naomi," he said so matter-of-factly I felt like it had to be true. 

Yet, I wasn't a 'white nigger loving cock slut'. Well, at the moment I was a 'white nigger loving cock slut', but this was a one night thing... a last evening wild fling and fuck before marriage. I had no intention of being a regular 'white nigger loving cock slut.' 

"Fuck, you are one hot white bitch," he said, as he watched me both ride his cock and likely give confused expressions as I pondered his words and enjoyed his dick. 

"Thanks," I moaned, somehow liking being 'one hot white bitch'. 

"You're lucky to have a friend like Becka," he said, as he began bucking his ass up to meet my slow movements. 

"Ohhhhh," I moaned, before asking, "Why? That is not something most would say about Becka." 

"She is saving you before it's too late," he said, as he shocked me by grabbing my hips, pulling me down again on his massive shaft, flipping me over on my back and taking control of the fucking, all without his dick leaving my pussy. 

"From what?" I moaned loudly, as he began fucking me. I mean really fucking me. His ten inch cock pistoning in and out of me like a well-oiled machine. 

"Yourself," he said, as he grabbed my hands, moved them over my head, and pounded my pussy. 

"Hooooooooow?" I asked, the pleasure overwhelming me. This was fucking. What John and I did was kid's play. I didn't know what getting fucked meant until now. To be forcefully taken, used and pounded. 

"You were going to marry a tiny dicked white guy, have your two or three white kids and lived bored ever after," he said, somehow able to talk smoothly while slamming into my body with such power my head banged against the headboard. 

"He's a g-g-good man," I struggled to say as he kept fucking me, my orgasm rising fast like a DeLorean about to hit 88 miles per hour. 

"Does he make you come like this?" he asked, as he moved my hands together above my head and held them with one hand, while he patted my clit with his other. 

"Fuuuuuuuuck," I screamed as my orgasm hit and I reached another dimension. 

"Come, you slutty white cum bucket," he ordered, continuing to slap my clit and fuck my pussy throughout my orgasm. 

"Yes, more," I begged, now knowing that I could reach orgasm from getting fucked, I hadn't been sure I could (I'd read somewhere that many women don't) and that it was the most euphoric experience one could have. 

""Never came from white dick did you, slut?" Jamal asked. 

"No," I admitted, betraying my husband-to-be once more. 

"Tell me how much you love black cock, slut," he demanded. 

I was so far gone, so desperate to keep feeling this intense body tingling euphoria, that I babbled, "I love black cock so much." 

"Want more?" he asked. 

"Yes, more, more," I babbled, not wanting this moment to end. I was going to be his white cum slut for one night. I'd deal with the consequences in the morning. 

As he kept fucking me, he leaned forward as if he was going to kiss me, which I didn't want, this was fucking, not intimacy, but then he pressed a button on the night stand. 

"Tonight is going to be the best night of your young sex life," he said, as I wondered what the button meant. 

"It already is," I moaned. 

Suddenly the door opened, and my eyes went big as Jamal held my hands firmly and kept fucking me. 

"That was quick," Becka said, entering the room with Sara and Amy as well as a few black men. 

"Please leave," I demanded, freaking out. 

"Tonight you're the party slut," Becka said, walking over to the bed. 

Jamal then grunted and exploded his load in my very fertile womb, "Take my nigger cum, slut." 

I moaned, always loving the feeling of cum shooting inside me, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah, no," as I worried about getting pregnant. 

As Jamal kept fucking me, depositing every last drop of his cum deep inside me, I glanced over and saw all the black men getting undressed. 

It was then I knew I was in big trouble. 

It was also then that I knew I was indeed in for the night of my life. 

Jamal pulled out of me, and I felt my cum and his cum leak out of me. A young guy, about my age, moved over to me, rolled me over onto my side and shoved his cock in my mouth as he ordered, "Get sucking slut, it's party time." 

I wasn't really doing the sucking. He was doing the face fucking. 

As he did, I felt someone else join us on the bed and move behind me. As I felt hands on my hips, I felt a gush of wetness leak out of me in anticipation, even as I prayed he didn't try to fuck my ass. 

Thankfully, he didn't, as I felt a cock slide inside my very wet pussy. 

"I can't believe you were right," Sara said. 

Amy added, "There was no way I thought Naomi would succumb so quickly, if at all." 

"No one can resist black cock once it's in front of their face," Becka said. 

And as my mouth and pussy were fucked, I couldn't deny it. 

There was no way I would have dropped to my knees for a white guy. I couldn't explain it, but it felt natural to drop to my knees and serve black cock, ride black cock, get pounded by black cock. 

"Sara, get over here and eat my box," Becka demanded. 

"That's Jeannie's job," Sara protested. 

"She is still munching black pussy," Becka countered, before adding, "don't play all innocent for our dear slut Naomi, you love cunt as much as you do dick." 

"Fine," Sara said. 

I don't know why, but I wanted to see it. I wanted to see Sara between Becka's legs. 

"This mouth was made for fucking," said the guy pounding my face, his balls actually bouncing off my chin. His cock, thankfully, was smaller, and although I struggled to get used to the rough treatment at first, I soon relaxed my mouth muscles and focused on it. Meanwhile, the cock pounding me from behind was quite big too and creating pleasure that was stimulating a second orgasm. 

"Her cunt is pretty tight too," the guy behind me said. 

"It won't be after tonight," someone else said, before adding, "slut, come and get this dick nice and ready for your friend." 

Amy responded, "Yes, sir." 

Suddenly cum splattered the back of my throat as the guy in my mouth started coming without warning. I swallowed it all the best I could, but I did gag a bit and some cum was spit out as he pulled out. He grabbed my head and roughly pushed it to the mattress and ordered, "Lick up my cum, slut. White sluts never waste cum." 

I obeyed, licking up the small gob of cum on the sheets as the guy behind me flipped me onto all fours and began fucking me doggy style which allowed him to fuck me harder and deeper. 

"Oh yes, pound my pussy," I demanded, doggy style a position I loved, but which John rarely did. I loved the submissiveness of it, but John didn't understand that and always wanted to look into my eyes when he made love to me. 

"Enjoying yourself, Naomi?" Becka asked. 

I looked back to see Sara between her legs and moaned, my orgasm close, "God, it's so good." 

"What is?" she asked. 

"Black cock," I screamed, as my second orgasm was imminent. 

"Only real sluts come from getting fucked by strangers in front of their friends," Becka pointed out. 

"Says the slut getting eaten out by her friend," I shot back, as I began bouncing back on the stranger's cock, wanting my orgasm to erupt now... this second. 

"You'll be between my legs soon too, Naomi," Becka said, as she grabbed Sara's head and began grinding her pussy on Sara's face. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, make me cum, pound your white slut," I babbled, the second orgasm not breaking the dam. 

"You want my load in that white baby maker?" the guy said. 

I finally looked back at him. I saw he was easily in his fifties and didn't hesitate as I moaned, bouncing even harder back on his cock, "Yes, sir, fill my white box with your dominant seed." 

And seconds later my orgasm hit just as he shot his load in me. 

"Yesssss," I screamed, the second orgasm shockingly just as intense as the first. I had never had two orgasm in a row, even with my fingers or toys. I had no idea I could even reach multiple orgasms. 

When he pulled out, I rolled onto my back completely spent and enjoyed the orgasm that continued to course through my very being. 

"Yes, lick my cum," Becka demanded, as Sara apparently got her off. 

I wasn't allowed to lie there for long. A scrawny nerdy looking black man with a shockingly big cock got onto the bed beside me, lay on his back and ordered, "Get riding, slut." 

I weakly got up and straddled him as I joked, "I'm not sure I have much energy left." 

He said, "White sluts don't give their opinion." 

"Sorry, sir," I said, as absurd as it was to apologize for such a thing as I lowered my well fucked pussy on his nine inch, thin dick. 

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "you're one hot white slut." 

"Hotter than me?" Becka asked. 

"You're different hot," someone said. 

Another said, "There's slutty hot and sweet hot." 

The entire dick in me, I quipped, "I know which one I am." 

"Bitch," Becka shot back while laughing. 

"Takes one to know one," I shot back, as I saw another black man, this one older, moving onto the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand. I instantly said, "No anal." 

"Shut up, slut," he said, as he pushed me forward and poured lube on the crack of my ass. 

Becka said, "Just relax, Naomi. Once you get used to it you are going to become a three hole fuck slut like the rest of us." 

"For black cock," Amy added. 

"For big black cock," Sara added. 

"Don't forget black pussy," Jeannie said, as she came into the room. 

A chubby black woman, with huge tits, said, "I'm her first black pussy." 

"Of course, Big Rosie," Becka agreed. "You were all of ours first black pussy." 

"Please no," I pleaded, pulling myself away from the surreal conversation and back to my own predicament. 

"Oh, you will be begging for it in a few minutes," the guy said, as he rubbed his lubed cock up and down my ass cheeks and then pushed against my no entry zone. 

As his dick pressed against my rosebud, I clenched my teeth and prepared for the pain. 

Then it came. 

As I grimaced, the pain intense, he slowly slid his dick inside my ass. 

"Relax," Becka said. 

"That's easy for you to say," I said though gritted teeth. "You don't have cocks in both your holes." 

"I have," she said, "many times. Actually I've had cocks in all three of my holes at the same time. 

Jamal said, "We should make that a reality for our newest nigger cum slut." He then moved onto the bed, standing above the nerd who I was straddling, and offered me his flaccid cock. 

I thought to myself, the pain making my head spin, 'While in Rome' and took his cock in my mouth. 

"Triple slut," Amy declared. 

"I never would have believed if I didn't see it with my own eyes," Sara added. 

I wanted to say me too, but I had a mouthful of big, juicy cock. A cock still coated with my pussy juices. 

"So tight," the guy in my ass said. 

"What did you think?" Becka laughed. "She is an anal virgin." 

"Was an anal virgin," Amy added. 

I kept grimacing, the pain continuing as his cock continued invading my ass. 

Suddenly, he said, "All in." 

"She's air tight," Sara declared. 

"Now fuck the slut," Becka ordered, before adding to me, "Isn't this the best bachelorette party ever?" 

Jamal pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could answer, just as both cocks began fucking me. 

"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, the pleasure and pain slamming into each other creating a new unexplainable feeling. 

"Answer, slut," Becka ordered. 

My head was mush, but I answered as she wanted me to, "Yes." 

Becka, in full bitch mode, continued, "Yes, what?" 

And as the double fucking continued, the pleasure beginning to override the numbing pain, I answered, deciding to talk dirty, "Yes, I love being a dirty nigger loving three hole fuck toy." I then took Jamal's cock back into my mouth. 

Tonight I was a slut and I was going to play the role, enjoy the role, become the role. 

"Shit, what have you done to our Princess?" Jeannie asked. 

"I've awakened our Sleeping Beauty," Becka said. 

And for the next few minutes, three long, thick, hard cocks pumped in and out of my three pleasure holes and I loved it. I hungrily bobbed on Jamal's cock, while I leaned forward and enjoyed the pleasure that a cock in my pussy and a cock pounding my ass brought. 

I would never willingly do such an act, never even fantasized such an act, yet now that I was the centerpiece of a black man orgy I didn't want it to end. Somehow knowing my four best friends arranged this, that my four best friends were nigger sluts too, that my four best friends were watching me turn black, only enhanced my pleasure. 

I came a third and fourth time from the triple penetration, the pleasure intense and overwhelming as I was fucked to submission. 

Then I felt both loads spray in my pussy and ass within seconds of each other as I literally became a cum deposit for black cock. Jamal followed suit, pulling out at the last second and doing something I never let John do, he came all over my face. 

Once he was done, I rolled off the cocks and collapsed onto my back... this time completely spent. 

"My turn," Becka said. 

"Me too," Sara added. 

Amy said, "Don't forget about me." 

As I weakly looked up, I saw my gangbang had turned into an orgy. A couple more black men were in the room now and all three of my friends had cock in their mouths. 

Jeannie crawled onto the bed, moved over me and smiled, "You look completely hot all fucked up like this." 

I laughed. "Uh, thanks." 

She leaned down and kissed me. It started soft and tender, but then became more lustful. 

"Clean her face, Jeannie," Big Rosie ordered. 

Jeannie broke the kiss and I watched and felt as she licked the cum off my face. 

"I thought you were a lesbian," I said. 

"I am," she shrugged, "but I'm also an obedient submissive to all black woman." 

"Oh," was all I could say, that not sounding like Jeannie at all. 

Suddenly Big Rosie got on the bed, and straddled my face, "It's time for you to taste perfection." 

And as her cunt lowered onto my face, I had no choice but to lick. 

As I did, I discovered two things: 

1. Pussy, at least black pussy, tasted like strawberry wine. 

2. Jeannie could really lick a pussy. 

I lapped the pussy as best I could in my confined state, even as an unfathomable fifth orgasm began to build inside me at the touch of my good friend's tongue. 

As I did, I heard lots of sounds of sex around me: 

"Yes, slam that black cock in my asshole," from Becka. 

"God, you really can suck a cock," from some guy. 

"Oh yes, fill my cunt with your cum," from Amy. 

Meanwhile, as I licked, Rosie began to slowly grind her pussy up and down my face. The exotic taste, the intoxicating scent had me hungry for her cum and made me realize I was no longer as straight as I thought I was. 

I wondered what Jeannie tasted like. Becka too. I already imagined some of our female only gatherings were going to be a lot different now. Now that I was apparently just like them. 

Suddenly I felt a full flood of cum splash on my face and I lapped as much of the excessive cum as I could, not able to get enough of the addicting taste. 

When she got off me, Rosie said, "Not bad for a first timer." 

I looked up at her, my face literally drenched with cum, and said, "I think I may be a lesbian now." 

Rosie roared, "I think you're a bisexual cum slut." 

"For black cock and pussy," I added. 

"I think we have a lifer," Rosie said, as she walked away. 

Jeannie kept licking my cunt and I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to take over. And when she slid two fingers inside my cunt and found the g-spot I'd thought was a myth, I erupted instantly. "Fucccccck, Jeannie eat my cunt you dirty fucking dyke." I lifted my ass up, grabbed her head and held her deep in my coming twat. 

Becka laughed, "Even Naomi knows who is low slut on the totem pole." 

I wondered where I landed then if I wasn't at the bottom. 

Jeannie pulled her fingers out, moved up to me and said, "Whenever you want me, Naomi." 

"You may have to move in with me," I joked. 

"Ready for more?" a black guy I hadn't fucked yet asked. 

And even though I was exhausted, I couldn't resist another big hard black cock. It was my day, after all. 

I took three more loads in my cunt, two more in my ass, two on my face and one on my tits before the night was over. 

I ate out another black woman and finished the evening as us five white girls ended in a daisy chain of pussy munching. 

As I walked, bow-legged to a taxi, Becka asked, "So, enjoy your bachelorette party?" 

"You know, you fucked up my life completely," I answered. 

"Why is that?" she asked, as we got into the taxi. 

"Because I can't marry John," I replied, knowing that after tonight life offered me so much more than John could possibly ever give me. 

"Why not?" she asked, all innocent. 

"Because I'm 21 and need to explore my sexuality," I said, as I leaned in and kissed her. 

Sara quipped, "I think we have created a monster." 

I broke the kiss and ordered, "A sex slut monster. Now get that tongue of yours in my cunt, bitch." 

Becka laughed, "Trying to climb the totem pole are we?" 

"Shut up and kiss me," I replied, as I leaned in and kissed her. 

THE END 

Author's Note: 

If you enjoyed and wished such a club existed, you can read another white woman's decent into black cock submission written back in 2014 called White Sluts' Club: Innocent Lawyer. 

Jasmine 2016



White Sluts’ Club: Innocent Lawyer



Summary: White lawyer turned into a submissive slut for black cock.

Thanks: To MAB7991, Robert and goamz86 for editing.

Note 1: This is a story of interracial sex between white women and black men. I get complaints on occasion for writing stories of big black cock fantasies. That said, I write what turns me on...I write my fantasies...if you don't like the idea of white women submitting to black men...please don't read. On the other hand, if that is a fantasy of yours...please enjoy and submerse yourself in the story of a white woman whose naive life is turned upside down in one night.



MIKAELA'S BLACK COCK SUBMISSION STORY

"You need to get back out there or he wins," Candace said, as we finished our second bottle of wine of the evening.

"Yes, you just need to get back on that horse and go along for a ride," Samantha, my more outgoing sexually promiscuous friend, added.

"I wouldn't even know how to get on the horse again," I said, having not been in the dating scene since college.

"The best way to get revenge on that bastard is to get back in the game," Candace suggested.

"And ride the first horse that comes along," Samantha added.

"The game has changed so much since I played it," I sighed.

"The game may have changed, but the end result is the same," Samantha explained.

"And what is that?" I asked.

"To get laid, of course," Samantha quipped, sounding completely like the Samantha character on 'Sex in the City',

"I haven't been laid in over a year," I admitted for the first time.

"But Donald left you only six months ago," Candace said, surprised by my revelation.

"Yep, I guess the writing was on the wall way before I caught him at work," I said, my mind flashing back to surprising Donald at work with dinner when he said he had to work late...and learning that his definition of working late meant banging his secretary on his desk.

"That's unacceptable," Samantha said, standing up.

"There is more to life then getting laid," I pointed out, having completely forgetten what actual sex felt like.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that. Obviously your symptoms of withdrawal are making you disillusional," Samantha said, as if my dilemma was as tragic as third world poverty.

Candace nodded, "For once I agree, Samantha is right. We need to get you back out there."

"Tonight," Samantha added.

"It's almost midnight," I protested. I added, only kind of joking, "Which is two hours past my bedtime."

"It's early," Samantha countered, still living the life of a college student even though she was in her forties.

"For young people," I countered right back. "Plus, I am not dressed to go to a bar."

"I am not taking no for an answer," Samantha said, grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom.

I knew when Samantha had made up her mind that she wasn't going to change it. We were going to a bar whether I wanted to or not.

Candace followed and asked, "Where are we going?"

"The Pit," Samantha answered, while going to her closet.

"She is not ready for The Pit," Candace said, clearly surprised by Samantha's choice.

"What's The Pit?" I asked.

"Heaven," Samantha answered vaguely, returning with a black leather skirt and a red blouse.

"I hope that is for you," I said. I was the conservative one of the group by far and the outfit she was holding was definitely way too provocative for me.

"Put it on," Samantha ordered, her usual in control attitude taking over.

"I'm not wearing that in public," I protested.

"Just try it on," Samantha said, her tone implying annoyance at my protest.

Reluctantly, I grabbed the outfit and went to change in her bathroom.

"Just change here," Samantha said. "We've seen you naked before."

"In college," I protested.

"And you're just as hot now," Samantha said playfully.

I again obeyed, knowing it was futile to argue with Samantha. So I started to undress in front of my two best friends, when Candace repeated, "I am not sure she is ready for The Pit."

"You weren't either until I took you there," Samantha said, ignoring Candace's concerns, an inside story between them that I was clearly not a part of.

"What's The Pit?" I asked again, curious...especially with all the vague discussion between Samantha and Candace.

"It's a bar where you are guaranteed to get lucky," Samantha answered, her tone implying something more, "very, very, lucky."

Candace continued, "Let's go to Cowboys."

"Well, she could definitely get back on the horse there too," Samantha quipped.

"Let's just go to The Pit," I said. "You have me curious."

"Done," Samantha announced and gave Candace a look like 'don't say anything else'. Samantha went to the closet and returned with a couple more outfits. She tossed a black dress to Candace and said, "You can't go to The Pit dressed so conservatively."

Candace caught the dress and asked skeptically, "We are really going to do this?"

"Of course," Samantha said, getting out of her clothes, just as I got into my skirt, before adding, "You loved your first time there, didn't you, Candace?"

"Yes, but..." Candace admitted with concern.

"But nothing. Our good friend should get to see what we usually do on Friday nights," Samantha responded.

Candace's face went beet red. I was curious and asked playfully, "What do you girls do without me?"

Samantha said, all sing-song, "You'll see."

Silently, we all got dressed, a strange tension in the air. Samantha went to her dresser drawer and pulled out packages of pantyhose. She tossed a pair to Candace and another to me. "Put these on," she instructed, not remotely implying this was an option.

When I realized they were thigh high stockings and not pantyhose. I protested, "This skirt is too short for these."

"Trust me," Samantha said, "You will want to be wearing thigh highs. Isn't that right, Candace?"

"Yes," Candace whispered, clearly embarrassed by something as she looked directly at Samantha. "You want me to wear red ones?"

"It's time for you to reach the final frontier," Samantha said, as she put on a pair of white thigh highs.

"I don't know," Candace said, with trepidation.

"Have I ever been wrong before?" Samantha asked.

"I guess not, but this is a bit extreme," Candace said, her cheeks still fire red.

"Finish getting dressed, we don't want to miss out," Samantha said, ominously.

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.

"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?

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."

"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."




White Sluts’ Club: Innocent Lawyer



Mandi and Heather, my twin girls, were both freshmen in college and sweethearts on full scholarship rides. They would be mortified to see their prudish mother right now. Yet, I pushed them out of my mind, as at the moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his cum in my mouth or bend me over the table and pound the shit out of me.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Are you a nigger lover?"

"Yes," I admitted without hesitation, looking up at him with lust, wanting that beautiful, black cock, glistening with my saliva, in my mouth.

"Say it!" He ordered, as he tapped my lips with his cock.

The words no longer seemed racist and wrong as I answered, "I love big nigger cock."

"And you're a white slut for nigger cock?" He continued, sliding his cock in my mouth further than I had sucked him.

I gagged briefly as he pulled back out and looked down at me waiting for a response.

I again answered like a cheap slut, which tonight I had apparently become, babbling like a coed bimbo, "Yes, I am a white slut who was born to service thick, long, delicious, stiff, nigger cock."

He slid his cock back in my open mouth and began to fuck my face, something that I hadn't had done to me since college. I concentrated on not gagging as his long cock reached new depths in my mouth.

"White bitches are made to serve," he said, as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. His breathing increased and I knew I was about to get a load of his cum in my mouth when he pulled out and said, "Open wide."

A rush of disappointment hit me at the realization he wasn't going to come in my mouth and then a chill of embarrassment at the reality he was going to come on my face like I was a cheap whore. A couple of seconds later, I felt the first spray of cum hit me right in the forehead, followed by three more solid squirts of white goo hitting my eyes, nose, cheek, mouth and chin.

I closed my mouth and swallowed the little sample that was shot in my mouth and instantly wanted more. I opened my one eye that wasn't covered with cum and took his cock back in my mouth to retrieve every remnant of his dark seed.

He chuckled, "Once you white MILF's get a black cock in your cocksucking mouth you can't get enough of it."

It was tough to argue his white slut for black cock theory with my mouth wrapped around his cock, hungrily retrieving his cum and my face coated with it.

After another minute or two, he pulled out and said, "Come back with a different colour of nylons and I will fuck the shit out of you."

"Okay," I said, disappointed he wasn't going to fuck me.

"You really want some black cock in that tight white pussy of yours, don't you?" He said, obviously catching the disappointment in my tone.

"Yes," I admitted, looking back at his still very erect cock.

"First, I need a picture for my wall of white sluts," he said.

"What, no!" I exclaimed, not wanting any evidence of my indiscretions and sexual weakness existing.

"You want my cock?" He asked.

"Yes," I admitted again.

"Then do as you're fucking told and smile," he said firmly, reaching for his phone.

So desperate to have his cock in my burning cunt, I reluctantly obeyed, smiling as he took a photo of my cum covered face. I felt so ashamed to so willingly allow such a humiliating and incriminating photo to be taken of me.

"Good slut," he complimented, just as his phone rang. He answered it, "Hi, honey...no just getting ready to leave Bill's now...be home in thirty...love you too." Hanging up, he said, "I guess I will have to take a rain check on destroying that white cunt of yours." He pulled up his pants as I just knelt there...disappointed.

Looking at me, he smiled, "It's okay, slut, there are lots of other men who will fill that white cunt of yours. But don't you dare clean your face of my cum until you get home, is that clear?"

"Yes," I agreed, even though the thought was mortifying.

"I will be asking my boys if you obeyed," he warned. "And if you want this cock one day, which we both know you do, you will obey like the good nigger lover you are."

"Understood," I replied, standing up, my knees sore.

"Good," he said, walking out of the room and leaving me embarrassed yet hungry for more...a conflicting oxymoron.

I stood dazed and confused for a minute as I replayed the craziness that was the past ten minutes and gasped at the realization of my having allowed my photo to be taken...in one moment of weakness I had risked my career. I cursed and decided I had to leave before I got myself pulled any deeper into this sexual submission. I headed back downstairs to find Samantha or Candace.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs when I saw a pair of heels peeking out from under a table. Making eye contact with the black man sitting at the table, he smiled and winked. I quickly turned away and saw Samantha at the bar with Bruce.

I went to her and said rather urgently, not even looking at Bruce, "We've got to go now."

"Why?" Samantha asked all innocently, smiling as she saw my cum-coated face.

I leaned in and whispered, "I am not sure I can control myself."

"I know, that's the point, they are utterly irresistible," Samantha said.

Bruce asked, looking me over and seeing my cum covered face, "So your first black cock was Jimmy?"

"How did you know that?" I asked.

"Making a woman walk around with his cum drying on her face is his thing," Bruce explained, before adding, "I need a thing." 

Samantha put her hand directly on his crotch and said, "I think you already have a thing and it is very well known."

"True enough," he chuckled, looking over to me with a sexy smile. 

Samantha asked, the only way she knows, bluntly, "Did you enjoy sucking off Jimmy?"

My face burned blood red as I stammered, "S-S-Samantha!"

"It's written all over your face," she quipped back, which made Bruce's hearty laugh explode.

"Written all over your face...what a pun," Bruce responded, between laughs.

"I'll take your lack of denial as a yes," Samantha smiled.

I countered, deciding 'fuck it' I would play along and just let whatever happens happen, "His cock was delicious."

"Slut," Samantha quipped.

"Takes one to know one," I countered back.

"Well, I think it is time to make you a complete black cock slut," she added.

"Where is Candace?" I asked, trying to direct the conversation off of me.

"Still enjoying her first DP I imagine," Samantha answered, rather flippantly.

"Why don't we go up to my room and have a drink?" Bruce said.

"Great idea, Bruce," Samantha said excitedly, standing up and saying to me, "Let's go."

"I can't," I whispered, trying to stay morally strong (ignoring, apparently, that I already sucked a stranger's cock and was wearing his cum on my face like a scarlet letter), even though my pussy desperately wanted to be filled and I was curious what twelve inches of cock looked like, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist and was scared to end up being like Candace...even as I wondered what it would be like to be DP'd.

"Just come for a drink," Samantha said. "We won't make you do anything you don't want to."

Bruce smiled, "Come on Mikaela, you are safer up in my room than down here with all the predators that see you as fresh meat to break in."

Samantha added, "Yes, you're fresh white meat, virgin meat."

Looking around, a few men were obviously checking me out; I realized they were probably correct. Part of me wanted to run out of the building ASAP, while another part of me wanted to just give in and get fucked by some big black cock...it had been so long since I gotten laid...yet twelve inches seemed unfathomable to fit in my long neglected pussy.

I decided what the hell, and was about to go with Bruce and Samantha when I heard my name called out.


I instantly recognized the voice and was paralyzed by the sudden realization that Mr. Cocksmith of Cocksmith, Bard and Walters, the law firm I most often went head-to-head against, was here. "Mrs. Crutcher."

Slowly, I turned around and said, my face burning red with humiliation, as I looked at the handsome black man, "Hi, Mr. Cocksmith."

"What a surprise to see you here," he said, an unreadable look on his face.

"I can explain," I said, in panic, realizing my explanation would not be overly credible with my face coated in dried cum.

"No explanation needed Mrs. Crutcher," he smiled. "It's just a shame that I didn't know this sooner."

I stammered, "T-t-this is my first time, sir."

"I know, the beige stockings say so," he smiled. Looking at Bruce he asked, "Is she yours?"

Hearing myself referred to as property was both insulting to my feminist side and a strange turn on I couldn't explain...was he thinking of fucking me? Was I willing to let him? My burning cunt said yes, as did the reality that my job meant everything to me and I may have to use my sexual wiles to keep it.

Bruce answered, "It is up to her."

Mr. Cocksmith said, his tone implying it was not up for negotiation, "Mrs. Crutcher, come join me."

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He took my hand and led me to a nearby table where there were two men I knew. One was Judge Harmon, a black judge who had presided over a few cases I had defended, and the other was, Matt Parker, a prosecution lawyer for Mr. Cocksmith's firm whom I had gone head to head with many times. Even after all that had transpired today, this was a new low in humiliation.

Both Judge Harmon and Matt smiled as they saw me.

"Mrs. Crutcher, what a pleasant surprise," said Judge Harmon.

Matt, whom I had defeated many times in cases and had rejected his sexual advances even more times, added, "Yes, a very nice surprise."

I stammered, "N-n-nice to see you both."

Mr. Cocksmith asked, "Judge, can we take this special evening back to your condo?"

"A grand idea," Judge Harmon said. "We should bring her friend, too."

"I'll get her," Matt said, standing up.

It was so surreal to hear Samantha and I treated as pieces of meat, and yet somehow liberating to just be told what to do. Being a lawyer in many high profile cases has always been very stressful and I often was perceived as an ice queen, partly because of my strong, no nonsense demeanour. Yet, the idea of letting go, not being in charge, was strangely liberating.

Judge Harmon stood up and said, "Let's go Mrs. Crutcher, we have a lot to talk about."

"Yes, judge," I replied, petrified that my career was over.

I followed Mr. Cocksmith and Judge Harmon out of The Pit and to a limousine. A white female driver, whom I instantly recognized as a person Matt defended and won the case for a few months ago. I wondered instantly just how complex this white slut syndrome was. 

We got inside the limousine and waited for Matt and, maybe, Samantha, to join us.

"I assume this is your first time at The Pit, Mrs. Crutcher," Judge Harmon correctly assumed.

"Yes, judge," I answered, feeling completely uncomfortable.

"It's okay, Mrs. Crutcher," the judge smiled. "You are not the first lawyer we have caught at The Pit."

"I-I-I'm not," I said, curious if other of my colleagues or adversaries have been in a similar predicament as I currently was in.

"God no," the judge laughed boisterously. "It seems most of you high-strung, overworked white women end up at The Pit sooner or later."

I didn't like his implication, even though I had thought the exact same thing about myself just a few minutes ago.

Just then the door opened and Samantha joined us. "You weren't going to leave without me and have all the fun on your own, were you?"

She sat beside me as I remained speechless, unable to come up with a sentence that could answer that question. Was my career in jeopardy? It seemed less and less likely based on the judges' words and the addition of Samantha in the limousine. Matt also joined us and the limousine began taking us somewhere.

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."

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."




White Sluts’ Club: Innocent Lawyer



I paused briefly, Samantha surprising me yet again with another revelation that naive me was completely oblivious to before tonight, before returning to licking her wet pussy.

"Get ino a sixty-nine, sluts," Mr. Cocksmith ordered after a couple of minutes of watching me lick pussy.

I looked up at Samantha as she ordered, "Lay down, my pet."

The words 'my pet' sent yet another chill down my spine. Samantha pleasuring my breasts, her hot breath on my body and the teasing of my cunt had me burning with lust and I didn't hesitate as I lay on the soft carpet dying to have her tongue on my cunt.

Samantha straddled my face, and lowered her shaved pussy onto me, as she moved my legs apart and buried her face in my cunt. I moaned as she began licking my pussy. I leaned up a bit and returned the favour, licking again my first pussy ever. I had no idea what a pussy would taste like before today, but after a few licks of her wet pussy just moments earlier, I was addicted. I wanted to get my tongue in her cunt, I wanted to make her cum.

Her tongue was bringing me pleasure unlike any man who had ever been down there before. My orgasm was on the rise in only a couple of minutes and, as my breathing increased, my long-held back orgasm was finally getting close to eruption, when I heard Judge Harmon order, "Sluts, come and get your Masters' cocks ready for your white fuck holes."

Samantha instantly got off of me, a wave of disappointment hitting me at my orgasm again being denied, as I got off the floor weakly to discover all three men were now completely naked.

Samantha went to Mr. Cocksmith and Matt, who were sitting on the same couch. While taking Matt's cock in her mouth, she stroked Mr. Cocksmith's impressive big cock.

Judge Harmon said, "I guess you get mine, Mrs. Crutcher."

I moved to him, dropped to my knees, and stared at his big, not yet erect cock. For a man in his fifties, his was the most impressive member that had ever stared me in the face.

"Go ahead, join my harem of white sluts who serve me," he said.

I looked up at him and asked, dying to know as soon as I heard his words, "Who else is a dirty white black cock slut for you, Master?"

"I will tell you who has served me," he smiled. "Although not until you get my cock nice and hard for that white cunt of yours."

"Of course, Master," I nodded subserviently, as I took his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth eagerly.

As I slowly moved up and down on his cock, I experienced a rush of excitement as I felt his cock grow in my mouth. Although I was on my knees, I was in a submissive position and I was definitely at the complete whim of these three black men, I felt extremely powerful because Judge Harmon's cock was growing in my mouth because of me.

It also felt enthralling to feel the cock get bigger and bigger in my mouth. I was also in awe as it grew because it just seemed to grow and grow. Once fully hard, his cock was as stiff as steel, I took it out of my mouth to see how big it was. I stared at it like I was looking at the Eiffel Tower, a black, thick, Eiffel Tower. It was easily eleven inches and beautiful.

"Biggest cock you've ever seen, Mrs. Crutcher?" he asked, even though it was obvious he knew the answer.

"Yes, it is huge," I answered, in a lustful rage...the thought of having it in my burning cunt soon had me willing to obey without hesitation.

"Do you want my black cock in your white cunt, Mrs. Crutcher?" he asked. Somehow, having him constantly use my formal name instead of name-calling only enhanced my eagerness to please. All the while reminding me of the complete power shift that I was willingly being a part of.

"God, yes," I answered, my cunt so wet his fist could probably slide inside me.

"Suck my balls, my new white plaything," he ordered.

A rush went up my back at the shift to name-calling...which also somehow inexplicitly turned me on. I obeyed, sliding my tongue down his long shaft and moving to his shaved balls. I had never sucked on a man's balls, but I didn't hesitate as I put his black bag in my mouth and searched for his balls. Finding one, I took it into my mouth and sucked it like a jawbreaker. After a few seconds, I searched for, and found, the other one and did the same thing.

"You really are an eager little slut, my pet," he moaned.

"Only for black cock," I answered instantly, not even thinking before speaking...the words just the natural truth at the moment...as I was willing to do anything to get black cock in me.

 "Good answer," Judge Harmon chuckled.

"Thank you, Master," I answered back, desperate to be so obedient to him that he would shove that massive black snake in my cunt.

"Ooooooh God," Samantha screamed. I was so obsessed with worshipping Judge Harmon's massive member, I had forgotten she was there. I looked over and saw that she was being double penetrated, as she had Mr. Cocksmith in her cunt while Matt fucked her ass. Instantly, I was jealous of her, wanting a black cock in my cunt. I had never taken a cock in my ass, it was so dirty and slutty, yet at this moment I would willingly submit to being sodomized if ordered.

"Ready for some black cock, my hungry white cum bucket?" Judge Harmon asked again.

"Yes, Master," I answered, returning my gaze to his huge beautiful cock; wanting to become his cum bucket.

"Straddle me, slave," he ordered.

I quickly got off my knees, slipped out of my heels and climbed on top of Judge Harmon with only one purpose...to ride his glorious cock. Usually I was a missionary woman, but today I was a whatever-position-I-was-told to-be-in woman.

Although awkward, I lowered my body, my cunt, slowly onto Judge Harmon's cock, going reverse cowgirl. As it slowly widened my pussy, I moaned, never having been stretched so wide. My back to him, I could now watch Samantha taking two black cocks in her. She looked at me and smiled, a wordless message of 'I told you you would love it'.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Crutcher, take your Master's cock in that tight white cunt of yours," Judge Harmon groaned.

"Your cock is sooo big," I moaned, more of his cock slowly filling me, as he reminded me of my more dignified name, before I added, so enthralled with serving him, "and call me slut, whore, bitch."

"Tell me how much you love my big black cock, Mrs. Crutcher," he ordered.

"I fucking love it," I replied, my answer completely true, 

"You love what?" He asked, grabbing my hips and preventing me from lowering myself further on his cock.

For a moment I was confused what he was asking, but caught on quickly. "I love your big black cock in my wet white cunt."

"I like the alliteration, my white slut," he said tenderly, moving his hands away and allowing me to lower myself further on his cock.

Deciding I wanted it all in me, wanting to be a good white slut, regardless of wether it ripped me apart or not, I dropped my cunt completely onto his chocolate shaft. I screamed, never being remotely that full before, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

"Shit, Mrs. Crutcher, you really are an insatiable white slut," he chuckled, as my body quivered from taking eleven inches inside it.

"Yeeeeeees, Masteeeeeer," I trembled, with pleasure so intense that I wasn't sure I would be able to actually ride his cock.

"Pound my ass," Samantha demanded, her moans increasing as she moved her body to meet Matt's hard thrusts in her ass.

Judge Harmon ordered, "Put your feet on my legs, my white bitch."

"O-o-okay," I stammered, coordination not my strong suit.

I awkwardly obeyed, wobbling twice, before he put his strong hands on my waist. My stocking-clad feet firmly on his black legs, I moaned, as his cock somehow went even deeper in me in this position.

Samantha begged, "Harder, harder, fuck my white ass with your fucking cooooock."

"Now ride my cock, Mrs. Crutcher, show me how big a slut you are for black cock," he ordered.

My long refused orgasm simmering just below the surface, I eagerly obeyed, slowly moving my body up and down on his cock. As I got used to the unique, fulfilling position, I began to get into a consistent rhythm. Once I did, I began bouncing up and down on his cock, wanting to ride it hard and fast...apparently really getting back on the horse in a big way.

Samantha screamed, "Fuuuucking yes," as she came from the double penetration.

Judge Harmon said, "Don't forget men, shoot your loads on our newest white slut."

Realizing that I was his new white slut, I also remembered there were others like me and asked, as I continued to ride his long shaft, "So what other white bitches serve this big black missile?"

"I wondered when you would finally ask that," he chuckled softly.

Before I could say anything else, Matt pulled out of Samantha, walked over to us, stood on the couch and shoved his cock, which had just been fucking Samantha's ass, into my shocked mouth. The act was just another of utter submission and yet one that only enhanced my desire to come and serve.

He held my head and fucked my face, as I sat with Judge Harmon's cock buried deep in me, for a few seconds before pulling out and exploding his sticky goo all over my face. He grunted between squirts, "I have imagined you coated with my cum for so long, slut."

My face covered in cum, a cock buried in my cunt, I responded, "I hope you have more than just one load for me."

"Fucking insatiable," Judge Harmon laughed.

Matt shoved his cock back in my mouth and gloated, "Oh yes my next load is going in one of your other fuck holes."

When he pulled out, I said all pretentious and challenging, "I hope you are not all talk like you are in the court room."

Judge Harmon roared with laughter, as Matt, pissed at my attitude, threatened, "I'm going to tame you, bitch."

"Master Harmon has already done that," I continued, unable to turn off lawyer me who loved to debate.

Judge Harmon chuckled again as he added, "I think we have a live one here."

Mr. Cocksmith, his cock shiny with Samantha's pussy juice, presented himself between my legs and asked, "I assume you haven't ever had two cocks at once in that cunt of yours?"

"Is that even possible?" I asked, shocked by the question. My cunt felt completely full with just Judge Harmon's in me, I couldn't imagine it widening any more.

"Only one way to find out," Mr. Cocksmith said, positioning his cock at the entrance of my already full cunt.

"Matt, go behind me and help hold our slut," Judge Harmon instructed.

"Yes, sir," Matt said.

I couldn't help it, even though I knew I shouldn't, as I asked, "Is power here based on cock size or legal seniority...I suppose either way Matt is low cock on the totem pole."

A roar erupted from both Judge Harmon and Mr. Cocksmith.

"You bitch," Matt snapped.

"Thank you," I countered, long being okay with being a bitch in my profession. It was the only way to get respect in a still very male dominated profession.

Judge Harmon whispered in my ear, just as a second massive cock attempted the impossible, "By the way, the first white whore to serve me was Senator Abbotsford, although back then she was still just a judge."

"Noooooo," I gasped, as I felt my cunt attempt to refuse entry. Senator Abbotsford was not only a judge, but was also one of my professors in college and my role model...someone I always tried to emulate.

"Wasn't she your professor back in the day?" Judge Harmon asked.

"Yeeeees," I admitted, unable to fathom a woman who one day may run for President being a slutty white cunt submissive for black cock. I added, "I have always tried to be just like her."

"It seems you are following in her pussy juice," Judge Harmon quipped, making a joke.

"H-h-how did she s-s-submit," I stammered, my cunt rejecting any further widening.

"That is a long story for another day, but I took her in the courtroom the first time and even had her often suck my cock as I presided over cases," the judge revealed. The images both shocking and yet so fucking hot...especially the idea of someone like Senator Abbotsford, who, like me, was an extreme feminist and strong-minded woman being submissive. It made my submission seem okay, more natural, as absurd as that sounded. 

So drawn into my role as submissive slut, somehow turned on by the idea of more humiliation, I asked Judge Harmon, while Mr. Cocksmith was still trying to get inside my already full cunt, "Can I beeeeee your white cocksucker during a trial?"

"You want to replace Amanda Kensington?" He asked, revealing another shocking name in the growing number of powerful women who were secret sluts for black cock. Amanda had gone on early maternity leave two weeks ago, at eight months pregnant, due to health issues. Amanda was the top DA in the city and a colleague of mine...her departure was a huge loss for the city.

"Her tooooo?" I asked while screaming, feeling my cunt lips spread. Looking down, I could no longer see Mr. Cocksmith's cock head. In other words, I had two cocks in me.

"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.

"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.




White Sluts’ Club: Innocent Lawyer



I screamed bloody murder, "Fuuuuuuck, it huuuuurts."

"No pain, no gain," Matt quipped the generic cliché.

I didn't respond instead trying to ignore the pain.

"There are others you know, my adorable eager slut, but our favourite white bitch doesn't work in our field at all," Judge Harmon smiled, enjoying revealing the names and seeing my shocked reaction.

"Whhhhhhho," I asked, the pain not going away as I got used to ten inches of black meat in my ass.

"Fuck yourself to orgasm, cum bucket," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," I obeyed, my building orgasm having disappeared instantly once my ass was torn apart...frustrated that another name was not revealed.

I began slowly moving back and forth on Jake's big cock the pain still sharp but bearable.

Judge Harmon said, "I want you to come all over my cock from getting your white ass fucked by black cock."

"I'lllllll try," I moaned, the idea of coming seeming rather impossible, but like childbirth where you knew the joys that followed the pain...I prayed the promised pleasure would come and then I would, too.

The pain didn't instantly disappear, but as I began to get into a constant rhythm, a pleasure began to build inside the very core of my existence.

"Tell me what you are, Mrs. Crutcher," Judge Harmon ordered.

"A sluuuut," I answered, before adding, "for blaaaaack cock."

"A cum bucket for black men?" He asked.

My face coated with two loads of sticky cum, I answered, playing on words from an earlier conversation, I said coyly, "Isn't it written all over my face?"

Judge Harmon roared again, making his cock vibrate in my cunt, as he answered, "Why yes it is."

My orgasm again beginning to build, the pain slowly fading to just a numbing inconvenience, I began fucking my ass faster wanting to become the ultimate slut...as ludicrous as such an idea seemed.

Samantha interjected, "Come Mikaela, come like the little slut you want to be."

"Ooooh, fuck," I whimpered.

"An ass slut, a cum slut," Samantha whispered into my ear, her hot breath enhancing the inevitable orgasm on the rise. 

A few moments later, my orgasm continuing to slowly build, a fire in my loins that was desperately trying to be released and start a prairie fire through me that may never end, I begged, "Master, please tell me what I am." I couldn't explain it, but each naughty name only enhanced the pleasure inside me.

"Name-calling gets you off?" Judge Harmon asked.

"It seems soooooo, although I didn't know that until tonight," I admitted, my body slamming back onto Jake.

Judge Harmon smiled and began calling me a variety of derogatory names that brought twitches of pleasure through me.

"Black cock ass slut!" 

"Cum bucket!" 

"Cunt licker!" 

"Slave!" 

"Plaything!" 

"Submissive sex toy!" 

"Pet!"

I was breathing heavy, close to euphoria, dying for release when Judge Harmon added, bringing me over the top because of the naughty social taboo of the 'n' word, and yet another shocking revelation, "You're a nigger cock lover just like your mother," just as he bucked his ass up making his cock go unnaturally deep into my cunt.

"Shiiiiiiiit," I screamed, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my being as my long delayed, much needed orgasm flooded out of me. I didn't know such pleasure existed as wave after wave of intense gratification hit me.

As I crashed forward and onto him, Jake began slamming into my ass as I tried to come to grips with the stunning revelation that my mother was another submissive of the white sluts' club. My mother, who I barely ever talked to, her and I political opposites, was the most pretentious, racist woman I knew. She was also the mayor.

Yet, I couldn't focus on this revelation, as my orgasm was never-ending as I continued to be a vessel for their pleasure.

A couple of minutes later, my first orgasm complete, my second already building like an ocean wave off the Hawaiian coast, Jake asked, "Where do you want my cum, slut?"

"My holes are yours master," I answered, so pulled into my new world of unconditional submission.

"In that big mouth of yours?" He asked, as he pulled out of my ass.

"Shut me up with that big juicy cock," I responded, self-demeaning myself.

"Get on all fours on the floor, slut," he ordered.

I quickly obeyed, thankful to change positions, although sad to feel my cunt suddenly empty as I got off Judge Harmon's perfect cock.

On all fours like a dog, I opened my mouth as Jake shoved his massive python, which had just been in my ass for an eternity, into my mouth. The act was so taboo and twisted, sucking a cock that had just been in my ass, and I loved it. He held my head and fucked my face as I felt hands on my hips.

A second later, my cunt was filled again and I was being fucked from both ends, although I wasn't sure whose cock it was, I was pretty sure it was Judge Harmon's based on how full I instantly felt.

My second orgasm was quickly on the rise again when I felt a tongue on my clit and assumed it was Samantha's tongue. I moaned on Jake's cock seconds before I felt the first spray of his cum shoot in my mouth. I hadn't swallowed cum in an eternity and forgotten the unique, bitter taste. He came buckets, and I eagerly swallowed it all.

When he pulled out of my mouth, I turned around to confirm it was Judge Harmon fucking my cunt. I begged, desperately wanting to feel my cunt filled with cum, "Harder, Master, fill your nigger loving white bitch slut with your cum."

Matt grabbed my head, turned me back around and shoved his cock in my mouth and I again was getting fucked from both ends.

I had never had multiple orgasms before and as my pleasure grew I wondered if the seemingly unbreakable seal of multiple orgasms could be indeed broken.

Judge Harmon slammed into me and asked, "You want my dominant seed shooting inside that white womb of yours?"

I don't know if it was the hypnotic control the black cocks had over me, my own insatiable hunger to come again, or the reality that I had always wanted another child, but I answered, without hesitation, taking Matt's cock out of my mouth, even though I knew I was ovulating and the risk of getting pregnant was definitely there, "Yes, Master, fill my cunt."

"Maybe knock you up like we did Amanda," he continued.

Matt laughed, "Yeah, who knows who the father is."

"Oh yeeees," I moaned, the idea somehow ridiculously hot and getting me close to coming again, "breed me, Master."

"You're begging is my command," he quipped, playing on the common sentence as he continued pounding my cunt.

Matt shoved his cock back in my mouth and roughly fucked my face as Samantha continued flicking my clit with her tongue...causing constant twitches throughout my entire body.

A few strokes later, Judge Harmon grunted, "Here it comes, my nigger baby carrier."

I screamed, the way he stressed the word 'my' as if I was his property and the derogatory term made the impossible possible as a second orgasm exploded through me as he filled me with his cum, "Yeeeeeeees." 

As soon as Judge Harmon was done shooting his load deep in my womb, he pulled out and Matt replaced him.

"Oh yes Matt, fill my cunt too," I moaned, no longer anything more than a cum bucket for black cock, even as my second orgasm still hadn't finished its journey through me.

Jake's still hard cock appeared in front of my face and I opened my mouth and took it in.

A couple of minutes later, Matt deposited a load in my cunt and Jake took his turn in my well-fucked cunt.

Samantha, who had crawled out from under me after my second orgasm, appeared in front of me, spread her legs and ordered, "Eat my cunt, slut."

Although briefly surprised by her name-calling, I was so into my submissive mindset that I answered without hesitation, "Yes, Mistress," before leaning down and burying my face in her cunt.

This allowed Jake to somehow go deeper in my cunt, each forward thrust slamming my face into Samantha's wet cunt.

A few minutes of licking and getting fucked hard and a third orgasm was building inside me.

Samantha grabbed my head, held my face tight in her cunt, as she flooded my face with her cum. I eagerly lapped up her juices, knowing being between my best friend's legs would be a routine thing after tonight. Seconds later, Jake grunted and filled my cunt with a third load of cum.

When he pulled out, I rolled into my back, suddenly desperate to come again and demanded, "Bitch, come and eat my cunt."

Samantha eagerly crawled between my legs and quipped playfully, "I thought you would never ask."

Already close to orgasm, it took less than a minute for her tongue on my clit to get me off as I screamed, "Yeees, you fucking cunt-licking slutttttt."

Samantha kept licking throughout my orgasm until I had to push her tongue and face away as my well-fucked pussy lips were suddenly super sensitive.

I lay there for an eternity, so thoroughly fucked I had no strength left in me to get up.

Eventually, Samantha helped me up as Judge Harmon said, "Welcome to the white sluts' club."

I looked at the three black men having a whiskey and cigar and nodded, "Thank you, Masters."

"We called you a taxi, you should probably get dressed," Matt said, casually, now that he was done with me.

A sudden shame hit me at just how used I had just been and how disposable I suddenly was.

Jake said, as if seeing my fear, "Don't worry Mrs. Crutcher, what happens in the white sluts' club, stays in the white sluts' club."

I joked, finding it stranger to have him refer to me properly, "Not sure that is true," as I pointed to the cum leaking down my leg.

"Fuck, you are funny," Judge Harmon roared. 

I began getting dressed...knowing for better or worse my life had forever been changed. I asked, still not understanding how it was possible, "My mom is really a member of the white sluts' club?"

"Yes," Judge Harmon answered, "although I can't take credit for her addition."

"How?" I asked, unable to fathom the most racist woman I know being submissive to black cock.

"I'll let your mother tell you that story," Judge Harmon answered, leaving me wanting an answer.

"Okay," I said, disappointed, wanting to know the answer.

Dressed and getting ready to leave, Judge Harmon said with a smile, "Mrs. Crutcher, you're a very welcome addition to our white sluts' club."

Feeling flattered by his strange compliment, I nodded, "Thank you for allowing me to join, Master."

"You're welcome," he laughed again.

Looking down at his cock, still semi-hard, my cunt tingling again with the intrigue of my mother's sin, a sudden hunger for more cum hitting me like the white black cock slut I had become, I asked, "Can I take a load for the road?"

He laughed heartily, snapping his fingers and pointing to his cock, "Yes, Mrs. Crutcher, my eager white slut, you are a very welcome addition."

I dropped to my knees and eagerly took his big cock back in my mouth, wanting nothing more than one more load of his cum.

Behind me, I heard Samantha quip, "And you said I was the slut."

Epilogue:
It's nine months later and I am days away from giving birth to my third child. I may have gotten pregnant the day I became a slut for black cock or it could have been two days later, when I was initiated into the white sluts' club by being gangbanged by over a dozen big juicy black cocks...where I learned the men in the club were not just lawyers and judges but prominent men from throughout the city.

I also left my job with the city and began working for Mr. Cocksmith, my wages doubling. At work, I am still treated as a strong, woman lawyer, although frequently between cases I am on my knees or back serving black cock.

Samantha now works as a secretary at Mr. Cocksmith's firm and Candace has since become another member of the white sluts' club, has left her husband, and lives with me. Although we are not exclusive by any means, she has become a major part of my new lifestyle.

Do Candace and I eat each other's cunt? ... Is black cock black?

Does Samantha make me eat her cunt at work sometimes? ... Is black cock big?

Do I often go into court with black cum leaking out of my cunt? ... Is black cock irresistible?

Am I happy being an unconditional submissive to black cock?

Am I happy carrying a black man's baby in me?

Am I happy being a cum deposit for black men?

Am I happy with my new life?

As I crouch under Judge Harmon's desk during a murder trial sucking his cock, ready to give labour any day, having already taken three loads down my throat from him in the past five hours, the answer is pretty obvious....

I am what I was born to be....a white slut for black cock....just like my slut mother, who I confronted a few days later, Samantha and I are turning her into a lesbian submissive too...and I wouldn't change a thing.

The end