Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep1

Summary: Teacher takes 40 loads of black CUM a variety of unique ways.

Please note that this is a lengthy story that takes a LONG time to get to the actual sex... so if you're looking for a quick stroke story, this likely isn't it. On the other hand, if you'd enjoy a lengthy story of one woman trying to resist her growing temptation to try black cock... well, hopefully this is for you.

Warning: Since this story is an interracial story (not to mention the title), it should be obvious what it is about... but besides being about a woman eventually succumbing to her secret lust to become a white slut for black cock, it is also very heavy on the idea of eating CUM and uses the forbidden 'N' word sparingly but affirmatively for enhanced story telling. If this offends you, please don't continue reading.

Read and enjoy.......

So usually it's the woman who loses her sexual appetite the longer she's married... but that sure wasn't the case in my marriage.

In my marriage, it was Emery who had lost the passion for lovemaking.

During college and early in our marriage we'd fucked like bunnies: anytime, anywhere. I mean I'm not a slut, I've always been a one man at a time gal, but I've always loved kinky sex.

I gave him head in a half-full movie theatre, I gave him head in the back of a taxi, and I gave him head under his desk at work... continuing when his boss walked in to talk to him for a couple of minutes... while I kept quietly sucking him... the risk of getting caught only enhancing the rush.

We had fucked in the bathroom at the airport even as our names were paged to board the plane; we had fucked in the hot tub during a party while others watched (college was pretty wild); we had fucked at my sister's wedding... in the church. Now, we only fucked missionary style... on occasion.

I had become rather insecure when he quit wanting me. At first I blamed it on having two high school kids (we were always on the go... well I was, anyway... Emery seemed to just work more and never be at home). I definitely blamed his work as he was always working late hours as he tried to make partner. Then when he did make partner I thought he would be home more... nope... even less.

Now my daughter was in college, although still living at home, and my son was a high school sophomore. So life had calmed down somewhat... as each had their driver's license and their own car.

I was an elementary school teacher, and when I started getting attention from a younger black teacher, Jake, I was flattered; it made me feel pretty again.

Although he was almost twenty years younger than I, he was constantly flirting with me. It started subtly by his complimenting me almost daily: my hair, my outfit, my shoes.

Of course, since my husband no longer noticed any of these things (or more precisely, my husband had never noticed my shoes), I basked in these compliments.

he noticed

intrigue me," Jake said, as he glanced down at my legs...

South, being with a black man would still be considered taboo to most of my family. Although I'd be lying if I

staff member who wears pantyhose every

the time for him. I'd always found I liked the silky sheer look of the suntan hosiery that we wore with our uniforms, and felt

even after we broke up, I kept wearing them, treating them

often wore those underneath my clothing to feel sexier... and, of course, they provided much easier access for whoever I was dating to slide his dick in me. I loved public sex, and simply flipping up my skirt instead of

couldn't I notice?" he leered, looking down at my legs again without even feigning

up here," I

there," he said, looking at my purple painted toenails enhanced by my sheer mocha nylons and my

my high school boyfriend. He would suck each toe through my nylons, and get hard just by looking at my feet in nylons. His predictable erections

in a tone completely

curiosity... but I glanced down at his crotch and couldn't help but notice a bulge that looked truly impressive. The big black dick myth is one I had always

looking, "My eyes

my gaze

as he continued his compliments, "And I love the

that," I said, flattered that someone noticed the care

Why hide your painted toenails? Nobody

even as his avid attention not only flattered me but was

weren't married, I'd be

years younger," I chuckled, my fortieth

"I like

couldn't be taken any other way than as pointed

I was married, and at work, as I tried to

of my classroom as he tossed off over his shoulder, again his intent