Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep11

"Oh," I nodded, as I reached my hand to his crotch and asked, deciding that tonight was my Vegas... my 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' moment, "So this appendage belongs to me tonight?"

"Definitely," he nodded, as I gave his dick a firm squeeze. As anticipated, it was huge!

"Here it comes, slut," the guy across the table from me groaned as he deposited a load of cum in my mom's mouth... which oddly made me jealous... I wanted a load of cum in my mouth... gliding down my throat... warming my belly. "Your mother is one of the most popular women here," Jake said.

"Really?" I asked, although based on what she was doing and recalling my conversation with her last Thursday, it was all coming together in a blur.

"Oh yeah, she's a regular," Jake nodded, just as Mom crawled out from under the table.

To my shock, she stood up, glanced down, and saw my hand on Jake's cock. I quickly snatched it away as she leaned forward, kissed me, took my hand and put it back.

My eyes went wide as she squeezed my fingers around Jake's growing cock, and meanwhile pushed her tongue, accompanied by Derrick's cum, into my mouth; just as Jake slid a finger deep past my nether lips.

"Now that is hot," Derrick said, as I allowed my mother to kiss me, so shocked I didn't push her away, but instead moaned into her open mouth as Jake fingered me, I squeezed him, and I was swallowing today's third load of cum. Mom broke the kiss and said, "Now you've eaten dominant black cum three different ways."

Before I could respond, a loud voice called out, "Members of The Pit, we have a birthday today. And not just any birthday, but a fortieth."

My eyes remained wide; this was obviously about me.

"Will Birthday Girl Connie please come up to the stage?" The DJ requested.

"I-I-I can't," I stammered, looking at Mom.

your night to live out your fantasies,"

cum in my mouth and feel the

at Jake who smiled, his finger slowly stroking in and out of me, pumping my already weak resistance completely

husband and

blame my mother for supporting the idea of cheating (and I now knew first hand that she was a

blame the oysters

could blame the alcohol as I was clearly tipsy,

finger for stimulating the hell out

surreal

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next

excuses. I could have said no, I could have

I walked to the stage, horny as hell and curious about what was

DJ, a large black man, said as he lent me a hand up the

know I why I responded as politely as I did, but I replied,

the way only a man of his size could chuckle, "you, my

way to the front of my brain, I added

"Well, you're definitely your mother's

nodded, glancing across

start your birthday celebration. Boys, come on

cocks, emerged

my," I exclaimed out loud as I surveyed each of the

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