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.

explanation needed Mrs. Crutcher," he smiled. "It's just a shame that I didn't know this

is

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

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

is up

Cocksmith said, his tone implying it was not

"Yes, sir," I replied.

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

Matt smiled as they

Crutcher, what a pleasant surprise," said Judge

cases and had rejected his sexual

to see

we take this special evening back to

said. "We should bring her friend,

get her," Matt said, standing

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

"Let's go Mrs. Crutcher, we

replied, petrified that

A white female driver, whom I instantly recognized as

for Matt and, maybe,