Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep27

"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.

smiled. "It's just a shame that I didn't

is my

beige stockings say so," he smiled. Looking

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

answered, "It is up

was not up

"Yes, sir," I replied.

I had defended, and the other was, Matt Parker, a prosecution lawyer for Mr. Cocksmith's firm whom

Matt smiled as

Crutcher, what a pleasant

cases and had rejected his sexual advances even more times, added, "Yes, a very

to

"Judge, can we take this special evening back

grand idea," Judge Harmon said. "We should

get her," Matt

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

Mrs.

petrified that my

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

got inside the limousine and waited for Matt