White Sluts' Club - Innocent Lawyer (BlkM/WF, WF/WF, D/s,Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Consensual) by silkstockingsloversilkyjasminewalker@gmail.com 2014
================================================================================ Summary: White lawyer turned into a submissive slut forblack cock. 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 goalong for a ride," Samantha, my more outgoing sexually promiscuous friend,added.
"I wouldn't even know how to get on the horseagain," I said, having not been in the dating scene since college.
"The best way to get revenge on that bastard is toget back in the game," Candace suggested.
"And ride the first horse that comes along,"Samantha added.
"The game has changed so much since I playedit," I sighed.
"The game may have changed, but the end result isthe 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," Iadmitted 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 beforeI caught him at work," I said, my mind flashing back to surprising Donaldat work with dinner when he said he had to work late...and learning that hisdefinition of working late meant banging his secretary on his desk.
"That's unacceptable," Samantha said, standingup.
"There is more to life then getting laid," I pointedout, having completely forgetten what actual sex felt like.
"I'll pretend you didn't say that. Obviously yoursymptoms of withdrawal are making you disillusional," Samantha said, as ifmy dilemma was as tragic as third world poverty.
Candace nodded, "For once I agree, Samantha isright. 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 livingthe 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," Samanthasaid, grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom.
I knew when Samantha had made up her mind that she wasn'tgoing to change it. We were going to a bar whether I wanted to or not.
Candace followed and asked, "Where are wegoing?"
"The Pit," Samantha answered, while going toher 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, returningwith a black leather skirt and a red blouse.
"I hope that is for you," I said. I was theconservative one of the group by far and the outfit she was holding wasdefinitely way too provocative for me.
"Put it on," Samantha ordered, her usual incontrol attitude taking over.
"I'm not wearing that in public," I protested.
"Just try it on," Samantha said, her toneimplying annoyance at my protest.
Reluctantly, I grabbed the outfit and went to change inher bathroom.
"Just change here," Samantha said. "We'veseen you naked before."
"In college," I protested.
"And you're just as hot now," Samantha saidplayfully.
I again obeyed, knowing it was futile to argue withSamantha. So I started to undress in front of my two best friends, when Candacerepeated, "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 Iwas clearly not a part of.
"What's The Pit?" I asked again,curious...especially with all the vague discussion between Samantha andCandace.
"It's a bar where you are guaranteed to getlucky," 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 horsethere too," Samantha quipped.
"Let's just go to The Pit," I said. "Youhave me curious."
"Done," Samantha announced and gave Candace alook like 'don't say anything else'. Samantha went to the closet and returnedwith 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, "Weare really going to do this?"
"Of course," Samantha said, getting out of herclothes, just as I got into my skirt, before adding, "You loved your firsttime there, didn't you, Candace?"
"Yes, but..." Candace admitted with concern.
"But nothing. Our good friend should get to see whatwe usually do on Friday nights," Samantha responded.
Candace's face went beet red. I was curious and askedplayfully, "What do you girls do without me?"
Samantha said, all sing-song, "You'll see."
Silently, we all got dressed, a strange tension in theair. 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," sheinstructed, not remotely implying this was an option.
When I realized they were thigh high stockings and notpantyhose. I protested, "This skirt is too short for these."
"Trust me," Samantha said, "You will wantto be wearing thigh highs. Isn't that right, Candace?"
"Yes," Candace whispered, clearly embarrassedby something as she looked directly at Samantha. "You want me to wear redones?"
"It's time for you to reach the finalfrontier," 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?" Samanthaasked.
"I guess not, but this is a bit extreme,"Candace said, her cheeks still fire red.
"Finish getting dressed, we don't want to missout," Samantha said, ominously.
My thigh highs were beige and I couldn't get past thefeeling that the colour of nylon somehow was significant, although the thoughtdidn't make any logical sense.
Samantha called a taxi and fifteen minutes later, anotherglass 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, "Youdon'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, justas 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 Princeslipped the glass slipper on."
"Oh, you will feel more like Sleeping Beauty whenyour dormant sexual desires are awakened," Samantha quipped back, again anunderlying secret hidden inside her words.
A part of me was excited about whatever lay ahead, yetanother part of me, based on Candace's earlier reaction, worried me. Thethought of playing the flirtation game instantly exhausted me, yet they wereright. It was time to get back into the game. My king-sized bed seemed so bigall by myself, and watching Meg Ryan movies alone was depressing. So, with anopen mind, I headed into the bar with no idea what lay before me.
Once inside, I instantly noticed the obvious. Overninety-five percent of the men were black. As I perused the establishment, Ialso noticed that most of the women were my age or older. There didn't seem tobe any women there under thirty.
I looked to Samantha and asked, "You brought me to abar full of black men?"
"Well-endowed, white women pleasing, blackmen," Samantha corrected, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bar.
She ordered shots for all three of us and a bottle ofwine. 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, asSamantha led us to the dance floor. Wine in hand, we began dancing to somehardcore dance music I had never heard of. As I continued to check out mysurroundings, I noticed something else: all the women here were wearing nylonsof some colour. I also noticed that without a doubt quite a few of the blackmen 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 theperfect ten of our group...with her red hair, green eyes, voluptuous breastsand tight ass. She swam daily and was still in amazing shape, which annoyedboth 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 threechildren, but she was still very pretty and liked to wear short skirts and fiveinch heels to showcase her legs.
I wasn't the ugly duckling of the group...but I was themost conservative. I seldom wore heels, I hid my large 38DD breasts behindsweaters and I wore long skirts or dresses that showed little more than myankles. That said, the outfit Samantha made me wear showed so much of my legsthat the men leering could see the top of my lace top stockings and my breastswere outlined clearly in the tight red blouse. I imagined I looked like acougar on the prowl.
Samantha leaned over once the song was done, while wewere downing our wine and said, "Here, look at this."
She handed me her phone. I looked at it and I imagine myface paled. I read:
The Colour Code for The Pit The colour of nylon you are wearing tells our patronswhat 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 (threesomeor more some) White............hard cunt pounding
I looked at Candace's legs and then Samantha's beforeasking, even though the question was obviously rhetorical based on everything Ihad noticed since arriving here, "You can't be serious?"
"We can leave now if you want," Candaceoffered, giving me an out.
Samantha protested, "We're not going anywhere unlessit 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 remotelysurprised that Samantha would be here fucking some black stranger, but Candacewould never cheat on her man...would she?
Candace's face went super red again, apparently answeringthe question I hadn't asked, but was thinking about.
Samantha explained, "How does that saying goCandace?"
Candace glared at Samantha, but answered, "Once yougo black, you never go back."
"To white," Samantha finished, just as a largeblack man joined us.
"Samantha, I see you brought along a newrecruit," he said, his voice super deep. "A very sexy newrecruit."
I blushed at the compliment by a complete stranger.
"We were drinking tonight to cheer up my friendhere, whose bastard of an ex cheated on her, and we learned she hasn't gottenlaid in over a year," Samantha revealed my secret.
"Samantha!" I gasped.
"Just telling the truth," Samantha explainedinnocently, not seeming to have a clue how revealing such information was aviolation 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 soundedridiculously submissive with such a subservient response. I watched as a chubbywhite woman in her fifties, wearing a collar around her neck and fishnetstockings, was being led out by a young man who didn't look old enough to behere.
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 wouldhave thought of it," the black man said, his hand sliding up my legslightly causing an undeniable tingle in my cunt.
Samantha said, "Oh, by the way, this is my friendMikaela."
The black man offered his hand, leaving my leg; Iextended mine and he said, "Nice to meet you, Mikaela. My name isBruce."
"Bruce is an offensive lineman for the PittsburghSteelers," Samantha explained.
"Oh," was all I could muster, understandingsuddenly why he was so massive.
Just then a couple other men walked over to us in suitsand ties. A tall man in his early thirties looking like a lawyer who had endedup 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 beenperceived in my mind as a terrible derogatory term used in the days ofslavery...yet there it was being used, ironically, in completely the oppositedirection.
Samantha called out, "Have fun, slut."
Candace didn't look back, with a demeanor that showedundeniable excitement as they walked up some stairs.
Samantha explained, "There are some rooms you canrent."
"Oh," I said again, completely overwhelmed bythe situation and unable to comprehend the reality that Candace was going withtwo black strangers to get fucked. Yet, my cunt leaked into my panties, theidea, 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'tthey stud," Samantha continued.
"That they do," he smiled. Looking at me, hesaid, "I need to make a phone call. Nice to meet you, Mikaela. Maybe wecan 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 secondbiggest 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 Ialways wished he was bigger....never truly feeling full when he fucked me...mytoys are longer and thicker, truthfully.
"Twelve inches," she revealed.
"Fuck off!" I responded, a lot louder than Imeant to, such a number unfathomable.
"And thick," she added. "I want to take itin my ass someday, but I'm not sure I can take it all. Then again, you onlylive once."
"You take it in the ass?" I asked, even thoughit wasn't much of a surprise, as Samantha was a slut.
"So does Candace. Actually, she has become quite theass slut since she started coming here," Samantha revealed, her stunningrevelation compounded by another stunning revelation. "But this will beher first double penetration."
"Anal sex; double penetration; what the hell? Are wein a 'Twilight Zone' episode?" I asked.
"Trust me, this is very, very real," Samanthasmiled.
"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 ledto another," Samantha explained. "But trust me, after you've tasteddark chocolate you will be changed forever."
"That is such a stereotype," I said, trying tohide my growing curiosity as I felt dozens of pairs of eyes watching me.
"Most stereotypes are stereotypes for areason," 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, 6'3black man, wearing enough gold around his neck to feed a third world countrysaid, "Hi, bitch."
"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked by his greeting.
Taking my hand, he said, "It's time to break in thatwhite cunt of yours."
I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was toostrong.
"Or do you just want some black meat in that prettymouth of yours?" he asked, as he led me away from the bar and to the samestairs Candace had gone up just a few minutes ago.
"I-I-I'm not like that," I stammered, even as Ifollowed 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 alwayschanges."
I couldn't believe Samantha and Candace had brought mehere; I couldn't believe I was following this black stranger into some unknownroom for sex; I couldn't believe my cunt was soaking my panties...apparentlywithdrawal and wine makes you willing to do unthinkable, uncharacteristicthings.
He opened a door, led me inside, closed it and ordered,"Knees, bitch."
I heard the words, yet I couldn't believe howdisrespectful he was being.
When I didn't move, he ordered, putting his hands on myshoulders and roughly pushing me onto my knees, "Now, slut. You came hereto experience black cock and by God, I am going to give it to you."
I remained silent, unable to completely comprehend thesituation I was in.
"Fish out your chocolate treat, bitch," heordered, his crotch directly in my face.
Partly out of curiosity (was black cock as big as therumours I had heard my whole life?), partly out of hunger (it had been so longsince I had a cock in me) and partly out of obedience (I was both turned on byhis powerful dominant persona and slightly scared to disobey), I moved mytrembling hands to his pants and unzipped his fly.
"Good white slut," he said, as I obeyed hisorder.
I remained silent, no words properly able to respond tosuch a statement aimed at me as I focused on fishing out his cock. As Ireleased it from his underwear, I gasped. It was huge and it wasn't evencompletely hard.
He chuckled, "Bigger than your husband's, Iassume."
"Twice as big," I answered, in awe of itsgirth.
"Go ahead, bitch, make it nice and hard in thatpretty white mouth of yours," he said, continuing to make the act of mysubmission so naughty.
I opened my mouth and leaned forward, suddenly wanting tofeel it grow inside me, mesmerized by the utter beauty of it.
I wrapped my lips around this thick cock and slowlybobbed back and forth.
"That's it, bitch, worship my black python," hegroaned, which enhanced my eagerness...having forgotten how much I used toenjoy 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 majesticnature 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 thenigger 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 Icreated I hoped enhanced the blow job. His groans increased as did his dirtytalk...which again only increased my sudden insatiable hunger to please him.
"That's it, bitch," and "You will neverwant to suck your husband after this," and "You're pretty good for awhite slut," and "I bet your kids would be proud to learn their mommyis a nigger lover."
Mandi and Heather, my twin girls, were both freshmen incollege and sweethearts on full scholarship rides. They would be mortified tosee their prudish mother right now. Yet, I pushed them out of my mind, as atthe moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his cum in my mouth orbend me over the table and pound the shit out of me.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Areyou a nigger lover?"
"Yes," I admitted without hesitation, lookingup at him with lust, wanting that beautiful, black cock, glistening with mysaliva, in my mouth.
"Say it!" He ordered, as he tapped my lips withhis cock.
The words no longer seemed racist and wrong as Ianswered, "I love big nigger cock."
"And you're a white slut for nigger cock?" Hecontinued, sliding his cock in my mouth further than I had sucked him.
I gagged briefly as he pulled back out and looked down atme waiting for a response.
I again answered like a cheap slut, which tonight I hadapparently become, babbling like a coed bimbo, "Yes, I am a white slut whowas born to service thick, long, delicious, stiff, nigger cock."
He slid his cock back in my open mouth and began to fuckmy face, something that I hadn't had done to me since college. I concentratedon not gagging as his long cock reached new depths in my mouth.
"White bitches are made to serve," he said, ashe pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. His breathing increased and I knew Iwas 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 hewasn't going to come in my mouth and then a chill of embarrassment at thereality he was going to come on my face like I was a cheap whore. A couple ofseconds 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 thatwas shot in my mouth and instantly wanted more. I opened my one eye that wasn'tcovered with cum and took his cock back in my mouth to retrieve every remnantof his dark seed.
He chuckled, "Once you white MILF's get a black cockin your cocksucking mouth you can't get enough of it."
It was tough to argue his white slut for black cocktheory with my mouth wrapped around his cock, hungrily retrieving his cum andmy 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 outof you."
"Okay," I said, disappointed he wasn't going tofuck me.
"You really want some black cock in that tight whitepussy of yours, don't you?" He said, obviously catching the disappointmentin my tone.
"Yes," I admitted, looking back at his stillvery erect cock.
"First, I need a picture for my wall of whitesluts," he said.
"What, no!" I exclaimed, not wanting anyevidence 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," hesaid firmly, reaching for his phone.
So desperate to have his cock in my burning cunt, Ireluctantly obeyed, smiling as he took a photo of my cum covered face. I feltso ashamed to so willingly allow such a humiliating and incriminating photo tobe taken of me.
"Good slut," he complimented, just as his phonerang. He answered it, "Hi, honey...no just getting ready to leave Bill'snow...be home in thirty...love you too." Hanging up, he said, "Iguess I will have to take a rain check on destroying that white cunt ofyours." He pulled up his pants as I just knelt there...disappointed.
Looking at me, he smiled, "It's okay, slut, thereare lots of other men who will fill that white cunt of yours. But don't youdare clean your face of my cum until you get home, is that clear?"
"Yes," I agreed, even though the thought wasmortifying.
"I will be asking my boys if you obeyed," hewarned. "And if you want this cock one day, which we both know you do, youwill obey like the good nigger lover you are."
"Understood," I replied, standing up, my kneessore.
"Good," he said, walking out of the room andleaving me embarrassed yet hungry for more...a conflicting oxymoron.
I stood dazed and confused for a minute as I replayed thecraziness that was the past ten minutes and gasped at the realization of myhaving allowed my photo to be taken...in one moment of weakness I had risked mycareer. I cursed and decided I had to leave before I got myself pulled anydeeper into this sexual submission. I headed back downstairs to find Samanthaor Candace.
I stopped at the bottom of the stairs when I saw a pairof heels peeking out from under a table. Making eye contact with the black mansitting at the table, he smiled and winked. I quickly turned away and sawSamantha at the bar with Bruce.
I went to her and said rather urgently, not even lookingat Bruce, "We've got to go now."
"Why?" Samantha asked all innocently, smilingas she saw my cum-coated face.
I leaned in and whispered, "I am not sure I cancontrol myself."
"I know, that's the point, they are utterlyirresistible," Samantha said.
Bruce asked, looking me over and seeing my cum coveredface, "So your first black cock was Jimmy?"
"How did you know that?" I asked.
"Making a woman walk around with his cum drying onher face is his thing," Bruce explained, before adding, "I need athing."
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 mewith 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 quippedback, 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 andjust 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 completeblack cock slut," she added.
"Where is Candace?" I asked, trying to directthe 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 adrink?" 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 morallystrong (ignoring, apparently, that I already sucked a stranger's cock and waswearing his cum on my face like a scarlet letter), even though my pussydesperately wanted to be filled and I was curious what twelve inches of cocklooked like, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist and was scared to end up beinglike 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 inmy room than down here with all the predators that see you as fresh meat tobreak 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 thebuilding ASAP, while another part of me wanted to just give in and get fuckedby some big black cock...it had been so long since I gotten laid...yet twelveinches seemed unfathomable to fit in my long neglected pussy.
I decided what the hell, and was about to go with Bruceand Samantha when I heard my name called out.
I instantly recognized the voice and was paralyzed by thesudden realization that Mr. Cocksmith of Cocksmith, Bard and Walters, the lawfirm I most often went head-to-head against, was here. "Mrs.Crutcher."
Slowly, I turned around and said, my face burning redwith humiliation, as I looked at the handsome black man, "Hi, Mr.Cocksmith."
"What a surprise to see you here," he said, anunreadable look on his face.
"I can explain," I said, in panic, realizing myexplanation would not be overly credible with my face coated in dried cum.
"No explanation needed Mrs. Crutcher," hesmiled. "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," hesmiled. Looking at Bruce he asked, "Is she yours?"
Hearing myself referred to as property was both insultingto my feminist side and a strange turn on I couldn't explain...was he thinkingof fucking me? Was I willing to let him? My burning cunt said yes, as did thereality that my job meant everything to me and I may have to use my sexualwiles to keep it.
Bruce answered, "It is up to her."
Mr. Cocksmith said, his tone implying it was not up fornegotiation, "Mrs. Crutcher, come join me."
"Yes, sir," I replied.
He took my hand and led me to a nearby table where therewere two men I knew. One was Judge Harmon, a black judge who had presided overa few cases I had defended, and the other was, Matt Parker, a prosecution lawyerfor Mr. Cocksmith's firm whom I had gone head to head with many times. Evenafter 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," saidJudge Harmon.
Matt, whom I had defeated many times in cases and hadrejected his sexual advances even more times, added, "Yes, a very nicesurprise."
I stammered, "N-n-nice to see you both."
Mr. Cocksmith asked, "Judge, can we take thisspecial evening back to your condo?"
"A grand idea," Judge Harmon said. "Weshould bring her friend, too."
"I'll get her," Matt said, standing up.
It was so surreal to hear Samantha and I treated aspieces of meat, and yet somehow liberating to just be told what to do. Being alawyer in many high profile cases has always been very stressful and I oftenwas perceived as an ice queen, partly because of my strong, no nonsensedemeanour. Yet, the idea of letting go, not being in charge, was strangelyliberating.
Judge Harmon stood up and said, "Let's go Mrs.Crutcher, we have a lot to talk about."
"Yes, judge," I replied, petrified that mycareer was over.
I followed Mr. Cocksmith and Judge Harmon out of The Pitand to a limousine. A white female driver, whom I instantly recognized as aperson Matt defended and won the case for a few months ago. I wonderedinstantly 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 completelyuncomfortable.
"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 mycolleagues or adversaries have been in a similar predicament as I currently wasin.
"God no," the judge laughed boisterously."It seems most of you high-strung, overworked white women end up at The Pitsooner or later."
I didn't like his implication, even though I had thoughtthe 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 tocome up with a sentence that could answer that question. Was my career injeopardy? It seemed less and less likely based on the judges' words and theaddition of Samantha in the limousine. Matt also joined us and the limousinebegan taking us somewhere.
Judge Harmon continued, "Now, Mrs. Crutcher, wecan't have you going out in public places like The Pit with cum all over yourface 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 womencrave...although most would never admit it or make their dark fantasies areality."
Between tears I said, "I had never fantasized aboutblack men before today."
Samantha interjected, explaining the evening and how Iended up at The Pit.
"Do you still have no fantasies for blackcock?" the judge asked.
A couple hours ago that answer would have been yes, butnow, after sucking Jimmy's big cock, hearing about Bruce's big cock, I could nolonger honestly say yes. I answered with a smile, "I plead thefifth."
"Everyone who pleads the fifth is guilty," Mattinterjected.
"That is only an assumption," I countered.
"No, it is always the case," Matt continued.
"Stop badgering the witness," I playfullyanswered.
"We'll let the jury decide," Judge Harmonsmiled.
"Decide what?" I asked, no longer sure wherethis conversation was going.
"If you're guilty of being in denial of lustingafter black cock," he answered.
"I'm guilty," Samantha said as she dropped toher 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 blackcock," she answered without hesitation, a hunger in her eyes that youcan't fake.
"Hungry enough to obey every order we make of youtonight?" Judge Harmon asked.
"Yes, Master," she answered, my mouth droppingopen at the use of such an extreme word.
"Don't you mean Masters?" Judge Harmonclarified.
"Of course, I meant Masters," Samantha saidwith 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 itsince the 'Master' reference.
Samantha moved to me and without a word put her lips onmine. Even after all the surreal events leading up to this moment, having mybest friend kissing me in front of three significant black men was the mostsurreal 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 lesbianmoment. Like never seriously considering a black cock, I had never seriouslyconsidered being with a woman...particularly my best friend. Yet, like when theblack cock was first presented to me and a sudden insatiable lust for blackcock hit me, as our tongues danced in each other's mouths I didn't want it toend.
The kiss lasted only a couple of minutes when thelimousine came to a stop and Judge Harmon suggested, "Let's move thisparty inside."
"Yes, Master," Samantha said, breaking theintimate tender kiss.
Being drawn into the act of sexual submission, Ireplicated her answer, "Yes, Master." Saying the words weresurprisingly liberating and flowed easily from my lips as it led to an instantdampening of my already wet panties.
Two minutes later, we were in the elevator and as soon asthe door closed, Judge Harmon ordered, "Sluts, on your knees and get myguests cocks nice and hard for your white cunts."
Samantha instantly dropped to her knees and quicklyfished out Mr. Cocksmith's cock.
"You too, Mrs. Crutcher," Judge Harmon orderedas I watched Samantha in a daze.
Matt added, "Yes, Mikaela, it's time to learn yourplace."
His attitude pissed me off, I never liked him, his smugand pretentious attitude in court a major turn-off, yet I felt myself droppingto my knees. I glanced over to see that Mr. Cocksmith had a big thick cock andSamantha was really going to town on it.
"Get to work, slut," Matt demanded.
I silently fished out his cock and was surprised to learnthat apparently not all black cocks were monsters. His was only a bit biggerthan 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 thismoment, yet there I was on my knees, in an elevator, sucking black cock.Although theoretically I should have been humiliated, a rush of exhilaration atthe naughty exhibitionist act of submission coursed through me as I slowlybobbed 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 sloweddown.
"Let's finish pet Mikaela's training inside,"Judge Harmon said.
The word 'training' continued to compound the continualdegradation 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, mydesire to get fucked overriding any consequences and my dignity.
"Only sir," he questioned, putting his cockaway.
"Sorry, I meant Master, of course," Iapologized, still on my knees.
The elevator opened and I quickly stood back up. Samanthagrabbed my hand and led me into what appeared to be a room that was the wholetop floor.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Judge Harmonsaid.
"Holy shit," Samantha said, clearly impressedby the massive spread. This wasn't a condo, but more like a luxury hotel suitethat 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. Ijust stood still and watched as she undressed me, my head still spinning. SoonI was only in thigh highs, panties and bra. She unclasped my bra and tossed itto 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 mynipples, slut."
She laughed, as she bit my left nipple playfully beforemoving to my right nipple.
A moment later, she moved lower, her tongue never leavingmy 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 andsaid, "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 fromthe source?"
He laughed, "Finish getting your friend naked."
"Yes, Master," I replied, feeling completelysubservient.
Samantha added, "And I am your Mistress,Mikaela."
I looked at her, surprised by her expectation, yetresponded, again giving into the night, "Yes, Mistress, make me yourlesbian slut."
"Are you thankful now that I dragged you to ThePit?" 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 mymorals, my mind go and just giving into the moment.
I undressed her, replicating what she did to me by takingher erect nipples in my mouth before sliding down to her pussy. Unlike me, hercunt was completely shaved and after I slid her panties to the floor, Samanthaordered, "Go ahead, slut, lick my cunt."
I looked up, again surprised by her words; yet again Iobeyed, moving to her cunt. I paused briefly, before leaning forward, extendingmy tongue, and licking my best friend's pussy in front of three black men. Ihad no idea what to expect when I first tasted her, but it was a pleasantsurprise...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."
I paused briefly, Samantha surprising me yet again withanother revelation that naive me was completely oblivious to before tonight,before returning to licking her wet pussy.
"Get ino a sixty-nine, sluts," Mr. Cocksmithordered 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 mycunt had me burning with lust and I didn't hesitate as I lay on the soft carpetdying to have her tongue on my cunt.
Samantha straddled my face, and lowered her shaved pussyonto me, as she moved my legs apart and buried her face in my cunt. I moaned asshe began licking my pussy. I leaned up a bit and returned the favour, lickingagain my first pussy ever. I had no idea what a pussy would taste like beforetoday, but after a few licks of her wet pussy just moments earlier, I wasaddicted. I wanted to get my tongue in her cunt, I wanted to make her cum.
Her tongue was bringing me pleasure unlike any man whohad ever been down there before. My orgasm was on the rise in only a couple ofminutes and, as my breathing increased, my long-held back orgasm was finallygetting close to eruption, when I heard Judge Harmon order, "Sluts, comeand get your Masters' cocks ready for your white fuck holes."
Samantha instantly got off of me, a wave ofdisappointment hitting me at my orgasm again being denied, as I got off thefloor weakly to discover all three men were now completely naked.
Samantha went to Mr. Cocksmith and Matt, who were sittingon 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 hisbig, not yet erect cock. For a man in his fifties, his was the most impressivemember that had ever stared me in the face.
"Go ahead, join my harem of white sluts who serveme," he said.
I looked up at him and asked, dying to know as soon as Iheard 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 ofyours."
"Of course, Master," I nodded subserviently, asI took his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth eagerly.
As I slowly moved up and down on his cock, I experienceda rush of excitement as I felt his cock grow in my mouth. Although I was on myknees, I was in a submissive position and I was definitely at the complete whimof these three black men, I felt extremely powerful because Judge Harmon's cockwas growing in my mouth because of me.
It also felt enthralling to feel the cock get bigger andbigger in my mouth. I was also in awe as it grew because it just seemed to growand grow. Once fully hard, his cock was as stiff as steel, I took it out of mymouth to see how big it was. I stared at it like I was looking at the EiffelTower, 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 lustfulrage...the thought of having it in my burning cunt soon had me willing to obeywithout hesitation.
"Do you want my black cock in your white cunt, Mrs.Crutcher?" he asked. Somehow, having him constantly use my formal nameinstead of name-calling only enhanced my eagerness to please. All the whilereminding me of the complete power shift that I was willingly being a part of.
"God, yes," I answered, my cunt so wet his fistcould probably slide inside me.
"Suck my balls, my new white plaything," heordered.
A rush went up my back at the shift to name-calling...whichalso somehow inexplicitly turned me on. I obeyed, sliding my tongue down hislong 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 afew 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 themoment...as I was willing to do anything to get black cock in me.
"Good answer," Judge Harmon chuckled.
"Thank you, Master," I answered back, desperateto be so obedient to him that he would shove that massive black snake in mycunt.
"Ooooooh God," Samantha screamed. I was soobsessed with worshipping Judge Harmon's massive member, I had forgotten shewas there. I looked over and saw that she was being double penetrated, as shehad Mr. Cocksmith in her cunt while Matt fucked her ass. Instantly, I wasjealous of her, wanting a black cock in my cunt. I had never taken a cock in myass, it was so dirty and slutty, yet at this moment I would willingly submit tobeing sodomized if ordered.
"Ready for some black cock, my hungry white cumbucket?" Judge Harmon asked again.
"Yes, Master," I answered, returning my gaze tohis 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 andclimbed on top of Judge Harmon with only one purpose...to ride his gloriouscock. Usually I was a missionary woman, but today I was awhatever-position-I-was-told to-be-in woman.
Although awkward, I lowered my body, my cunt, slowly ontoJudge Harmon's cock, going reverse cowgirl. As it slowly widened my pussy, Imoaned, never having been stretched so wide. My back to him, I could now watchSamantha taking two black cocks in her. She looked at me and smiled, a wordlessmessage of 'I told you you would love it'.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Crutcher, take your Master's cock inthat tight white cunt of yours," Judge Harmon groaned.
"Your cock is sooo big," I moaned, more of hiscock slowly filling me, as he reminded me of my more dignified name, before Iadded, 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 answercompletely true,
"You love what?" He asked, grabbing my hips andpreventing me from lowering myself further on his cock.
For a moment I was confused what he was asking, butcaught on quickly. "I love your big black cock in my wet white cunt."
"I like the alliteration, my white slut," hesaid tenderly, moving his hands away and allowing me to lower myself further onhis cock.
Deciding I wanted it all in me, wanting to be a goodwhite slut, regardless of wether it ripped me apart or not, I dropped my cuntcompletely onto his chocolate shaft. I screamed, never being remotely that fullbefore, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck."
"Shit, Mrs. Crutcher, you really are an insatiablewhite slut," he chuckled, as my body quivered from taking eleven inchesinside it.
"Yeeeeeees, Masteeeeeer," I trembled, withpleasure so intense that I wasn't sure I would be able to actually ride hiscock.
"Pound my ass," Samantha demanded, her moansincreasing as she moved her body to meet Matt's hard thrusts in her ass.
Judge Harmon ordered, "Put your feet on my legs, mywhite bitch."
"O-o-okay," I stammered, coordination not mystrong suit.
I awkwardly obeyed, wobbling twice, before he put hisstrong hands on my waist. My stocking-clad feet firmly on his black legs, Imoaned, as his cock somehow went even deeper in me in this position.
Samantha begged, "Harder, harder, fuck my white asswith your fucking cooooock."
"Now ride my cock, Mrs. Crutcher, show me how big aslut 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 usedto 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 hardand fast...apparently really getting back on the horse in a big way.
Samantha screamed, "Fuuuucking yes," as shecame from the double penetration.
Judge Harmon said, "Don't forget men, shoot yourloads on our newest white slut."
Realizing that I was his new white slut, I alsoremembered there were others like me and asked, as I continued to ride his longshaft, "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 ofSamantha, walked over to us, stood on the couch and shoved his cock, which hadjust been fucking Samantha's ass, into my shocked mouth. The act was justanother of utter submission and yet one that only enhanced my desire to comeand serve.
He held my head and fucked my face, as I sat with JudgeHarmon's cock buried deep in me, for a few seconds before pulling out andexploding his sticky goo all over my face. He grunted between squirts, "Ihave imagined you coated with my cum for so long, slut."
My face covered in cum, a cock buried in my cunt, Iresponded, "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 andchallenging, "I hope you are not all talk like you are in the courtroom."
Judge Harmon roared with laughter, as Matt, pissed at myattitude, threatened, "I'm going to tame you, bitch."
"Master Harmon has already done that," Icontinued, unable to turn off lawyer me who loved to debate.
Judge Harmon chuckled again as he added, "I think wehave a live one here."
Mr. Cocksmith, his cock shiny with Samantha's pussyjuice, presented himself between my legs and asked, "I assume you haven'tever had two cocks at once in that cunt of yours?"
"Is that even possible?" I asked, shocked bythe question. My cunt felt completely full with just Judge Harmon's in me, Icouldn'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 Iasked, "Is power here based on cock size or legal seniority...I supposeeither 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 withbeing a bitch in my profession. It was the only way to get respect in a stillvery male dominated profession.
Judge Harmon whispered in my ear, just as a secondmassive cock attempted the impossible, "By the way, the first white whoreto serve me was Senator Abbotsford, although back then she was still just ajudge."
"Noooooo," I gasped, as I felt my cunt attemptto refuse entry. Senator Abbotsford was not only a judge, but was also one ofmy 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 womanwho one day may run for President being a slutty white cunt submissive forblack cock. I added, "I have always tried to be just like her."
"It seems you are following in her pussyjuice," Judge Harmon quipped, making a joke.
"H-h-how did she s-s-submit," I stammered, my cuntrejecting any further widening.
"That is a long story for another day, but I tookher in the courtroom the first time and even had her often suck my cock as Ipresided over cases," the judge revealed. The images both shocking and yetso fucking hot...especially the idea of someone like Senator Abbotsford, who,like me, was an extreme feminist and strong-minded woman being submissive. Itmade my submission seem okay, more natural, as absurd as that sounded.
So drawn into my role as submissive slut, somehow turnedon by the idea of more humiliation, I asked Judge Harmon, while Mr. Cocksmithwas still trying to get inside my already full cunt, "Can I beeeeee yourwhite cocksucker during a trial?"
"You want to replace Amanda Kensington?" Heasked, revealing another shocking name in the growing number of powerful womenwho were secret sluts for black cock. Amanda had gone on early maternity leavetwo weeks ago, at eight months pregnant, due to health issues. Amanda was thetop DA in the city and a colleague of mine...her departure was a huge loss forthe city.
"Her tooooo?" I asked while screaming, feelingmy cunt lips spread. Looking down, I could no longer see Mr. Cocksmith's cockhead. In other words, I had two cocks in me.
"Actually, she was under my desk just yesterdaywhile I was listening to the Willaby trial," he continued.
"God, yeeees," I moaned loudly, feeling my cuntbecoming fuller than was, I thought, humanly possible, even as I was shocked tolearn that Amanda was under the desk at a trial I was involved in justyesterday.
"So you want to be my trial cocksucker?" JudgeHarmon asked.
"Yes, Masteeer, make me your trial cocksucker. Cumin my mouth over and over again," I whimpered, my head going light at themixture of pleasure and pain I was experiencing.
"I'll fit you in, just like you're fitting his cockin," 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 blackcock?" I asked, facetiously.
"Exactly," Samantha nodded, "I knew youwould 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'smassive member.
"Good call," he agreed, ordering me, "Turnaround slut, let's give you your first chocolate DP."
"Yes, Master," I agreed, the idea of taking acock in my ass incomprehensible before this evening and yet now something I waswillingly doing without hesitation.
"Grab me some lube, slut," Mr. Cocksmithordered Samantha.
"Of course, Master," she said, as Irepositioned myself so my tits were directly in Judge Harmon's face.
"These are some nice udders," the judgecomplimented, cupping them in his hands.
"Thank you, Master," I replied to theridiculous compliment of comparing my breasts to a cow's.
A moment later, I felt a sticky liquid between my asscheeks just as Judge Harmon sucked on my erect nipples. The euphoric pleasureof having a cock lodged deep in my cunt, hands cupping my breasts and a mouthon my nipples had me willing to do anything...including eagerly taking amassive cock in my virgin ass.
Samantha said softly, "Relax, Mikaela, this is goingto burn like a bitch at first, but once you get used to it you are going towant your ass fucked hard."
"Okay," I replied tentatively, wanting to obeyand become the white slut they wanted me to be, yet scared of the pain I knewwas coming.
"Ready, ass slut?" Mr. Cocksmith asked, as Ifelt his cockhead between my ass cheeks.
"Yes, Master, take my anal virginity," Ianswered nervously, wanting to feel the pleasure that I saw on Samantha's facewhile she was getting DP'd earlier.
His hands went to my waist as I felt his cockhead pokingat my anal entrance.
Judge Harmon whispered, "Besides Abbotsford andKenningston, there is also Williams."
I gasped, both because of the next shocking name andbecause I felt Mr. Cocksmith's mushroom top break through my anal defence."Oh, shit," I whimpered, a sharp pain hitting me. Cassandra Williamswas my colleague and as no nonsense as me. In her early fifties, she was oldschool and believed in being the voice for all who had no voice of her own. Shewas married to a famous CEO in oil, but hated the boys' club that still existedin the legal field. Her sexual submission would diminish her many years ofstanding up to big business.
"Yes, she has the first to be a member of the whiteslut's club...shit I remember her being the only woman and taking over a dozenblack cocks during a judge retreat down south," Judge Harmon reminisced.
"Oh, God," I whimpered, both turned on as hellat the story of Cassandra's sexual submission and in pain as Mr. Cocksmith'scock slowly invaded my ass.
"She was the one who brought Senator Abbotsford intothe club many years ago," Judge Harmon revealed.
"I can't take it," I said, through clenchedteeth as the pain in my ass intensified as Mr. Cocksmith's dick went deeperinto me.
"Half way in, slut," Mr. Cocksmith informed me.
"Only half," I whined, unable to fathom takingeven a millimetre more in me.
"Becky Watson," Judge Harmon revealed next.
"Oh my," I said, each name a juicy piece ofgossip that distracted me from the impaling I was receiving in my back door.Becky was a gorgeous redheaded journalist whom I resented because her writingalways seemed to favour my opponent.
Matt added, from behind me somewhere, "Yes, she is agreat weapon for us in the media and a great slut for us in the boardroom."
"Figures," I said, her one-sided journalisminstantly making sense.
"Want more names?" Judge Harmon asked.
"Yeeeees," I answered, wincing as the analinvasion continued its assault forward.
"Beg for Jake to just slam his cock in your ass, myslut, and become the white ass slut you were meant to be," Judge Harmonordered.
"M-m-meant to be," I stammered, now recallingCocksmith'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 kneeswith your mouth, cunt and ass filled with black cock," he explained, hiswords 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 myholes.
"I object," Matt quipped.
"Objection taken," Judge Harmon nodded, as heexplained 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 Abbotsforddoes our bidding politically, Becky does it in the media, Amanda and Cassandralose the cases they are instructed to lose and you will too."
"I can't do that," I said, the thought ofdishonouring my sworn loyal oath something I couldn't break.
"We don't make you lose cases where our defendantsare guilty," Mr. Cocksmith interjected. "We just speed up the redtape of these cases where innocent victims are charged."
Instantly I thought of Edison Smith, a case thatCassandra could have easily won and yet instead took a plea bargain.
It didn't make much sense at the time, but it sure didnow.
I asked, through grit teeth as Jake continued to slowlygo deeper in my ass, "Are you saying that Elizabeth Smith was lying?"
"We have evidence, which unfortunately wasinadmissible, that proved she was," Jake answered, before clarifying,"we don't cheat to win, we still lose cases as was seen in the Pikersoncase, but we just speed up the injustices."
"You're a judicial Nelson Mandela," I quipped.
"Bounce back on my cock, slut," he ordered, histone implying I had annoyed him.
"Yes, Master," I replied, suddenly feelingguilty 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 coursedthrough me. Then on one backwards push, I took all his ten inches in my ass.
I screamed bloody murder, "Fuuuuuuck, ithuuuuurts."
"No pain, no gain," Matt quipped the genericcliché.
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," JudgeHarmon smiled, enjoying revealing the names and seeing my shocked reaction.
"Whhhhhhho," I asked, the pain not going awayas I got used to ten inches of black meat in my ass.
"Fuck yourself to orgasm, cum bucket," heordered.
"Yes, Master," I obeyed, my building orgasmhaving disappeared instantly once my ass was torn apart...frustrated thatanother name was not revealed.
I began slowly moving back and forth on Jake's big cockthe pain still sharp but bearable.
Judge Harmon said, "I want you to come all over mycock from getting your white ass fucked by black cock."
"I'lllllll try," I moaned, the idea of comingseeming rather impossible, but like childbirth where you knew the joys thatfollowed the pain...I prayed the promised pleasure would come and then I would,too.
The pain didn't instantly disappear, but as I began toget into a constant rhythm, a pleasure began to build inside the very core ofmy existence.
"Tell me what you are, Mrs. Crutcher," JudgeHarmon 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 itwritten all over my face?"
Judge Harmon roared again, making his cock vibrate in mycunt, as he answered, "Why yes it is."
My orgasm again beginning to build, the pain slowlyfading to just a numbing inconvenience, I began fucking my ass faster wantingto become the ultimate slut...as ludicrous as such an idea seemed.
Samantha interjected, "Come Mikaela, come like thelittle slut you want to be."
"Ooooh, fuck," I whimpered.
"An ass slut, a cum slut," Samantha whisperedinto my ear, her hot breath enhancing the inevitable orgasm on the rise.
A few moments later, my orgasm continuing to slowlybuild, a fire in my loins that was desperately trying to be released and starta prairie fire through me that may never end, I begged, "Master, pleasetell me what I am." I couldn't explain it, but each naughty name onlyenhanced the pleasure inside me.
"Name-calling gets you off?" Judge Harmonasked.
"It seems soooooo, although I didn't know that untiltonight," I admitted, my body slamming back onto Jake.
Judge Harmon smiled and began calling me a variety ofderogatory 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 forrelease when Judge Harmon added, bringing me over the top because of thenaughty social taboo of the 'n' word, and yet another shocking revelation,"You're a nigger cock lover just like your mother," just as he buckedhis ass up making his cock go unnaturally deep into my cunt.
"Shiiiiiiiit," I screamed, a rush of adrenalinecoursing through my being as my long delayed, much needed orgasm flooded out ofme. I didn't know such pleasure existed as wave after wave of intensegratification hit me.
As I crashed forward and onto him, Jake began slamminginto my ass as I tried to come to grips with the stunning revelation that mymother was another submissive of the white sluts' club. My mother, who I barelyever talked to, her and I political opposites, was the most pretentious, racistwoman I knew. She was also the mayor.
Yet, I couldn't focus on this revelation, as my orgasmwas never-ending as I continued to be a vessel for their pleasure.
A couple of minutes later, my first orgasm complete, mysecond 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, sopulled into my new world of unconditional submission.
"In that big mouth of yours?" He asked, as hepulled out of my ass.
"Shut me up with that big juicy cock," Iresponded, self-demeaning myself.
"Get on all fours on the floor, slut," heordered.
I quickly obeyed, thankful to change positions, althoughsad 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 shovedhis massive python, which had just been in my ass for an eternity, into mymouth. The act was so taboo and twisted, sucking a cock that had just been inmy ass, and I loved it. He held my head and fucked my face as I felt hands onmy hips.
A second later, my cunt was filled again and I was beingfucked from both ends, although I wasn't sure whose cock it was, I was prettysure it was Judge Harmon's based on how full I instantly felt.
My second orgasm was quickly on the rise again when Ifelt a tongue on my clit and assumed it was Samantha's tongue. I moaned onJake'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 toconfirm it was Judge Harmon fucking my cunt. I begged, desperately wanting tofeel my cunt filled with cum, "Harder, Master, fill your nigger lovingwhite bitch slut with your cum."
Matt grabbed my head, turned me back around and shovedhis cock in my mouth and I again was getting fucked from both ends.
I had never had multiple orgasms before and as mypleasure grew I wondered if the seemingly unbreakable seal of multiple orgasmscould be indeed broken.
Judge Harmon slammed into me and asked, "You want mydominant seed shooting inside that white womb of yours?"
I don't know if it was the hypnotic control the blackcocks had over me, my own insatiable hunger to come again, or the reality thatI had always wanted another child, but I answered, without hesitation, takingMatt's cock out of my mouth, even though I knew I was ovulating and the risk ofgetting pregnant was definitely there, "Yes, Master, fill my cunt."
"Maybe knock you up like we did Amanda," hecontinued.
Matt laughed, "Yeah, who knows who the fatheris."
"Oh yeeees," I moaned, the idea somehowridiculously 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 fuckedmy face as Samantha continued flicking my clit with her tongue...causingconstant twitches throughout my entire body.
A few strokes later, Judge Harmon grunted, "Here itcomes, my nigger baby carrier."
I screamed, the way he stressed the word 'my' as if I washis property and the derogatory term made the impossible possible as a secondorgasm exploded through me as he filled me with his cum,"Yeeeeeeees."
As soon as Judge Harmon was done shooting his load deepin my womb, he pulled out and Matt replaced him.
"Oh yes Matt, fill my cunt too," I moaned, nolonger anything more than a cum bucket for black cock, even as my second orgasmstill hadn't finished its journey through me.
Jake's still hard cock appeared in front of my face and Iopened my mouth and took it in.
A couple of minutes later, Matt deposited a load in mycunt and Jake took his turn in my well-fucked cunt.
Samantha, who had crawled out from under me after mysecond orgasm, appeared in front of me, spread her legs and ordered, "Eatmy cunt, slut."
Although briefly surprised by her name-calling, I was sointo 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, eachforward thrust slamming my face into Samantha's wet cunt.
A few minutes of licking and getting fucked hard and athird 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, knowingbeing 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, suddenlydesperate 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 forher tongue on my clit to get me off as I screamed, "Yeees, you fuckingcunt-licking slutttttt."
Samantha kept licking throughout my orgasm until I had topush her tongue and face away as my well-fucked pussy lips were suddenly supersensitive.
I lay there for an eternity, so thoroughly fucked I hadno 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 andcigar and nodded, "Thank you, Masters."
"We called you a taxi, you should probably getdressed," Matt said, casually, now that he was done with me.
A sudden shame hit me at just how used I had just beenand 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 meproperly, "Not sure that is true," as I pointed to the cum leakingdown my leg.
"Fuck, you are funny," Judge Harmon roared.
I began getting dressed...knowing for better or worse mylife had forever been changed. I asked, still not understanding how it waspossible, "My mom is really a member of the white sluts' club?"
"Yes," Judge Harmon answered, "although Ican't take credit for her addition."
"How?" I asked, unable to fathom the mostracist 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 knowthe answer.
Dressed and getting ready to leave, Judge Harmon saidwith a smile, "Mrs. Crutcher, you're a very welcome addition to our whitesluts' 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 cunttingling again with the intrigue of my mother's sin, a sudden hunger for morecum hitting me like the white black cock slut I had become, I asked, "CanI take a load for the road?"
He laughed heartily, snapping his fingers and pointing tohis cock, "Yes, Mrs. Crutcher, my eager white slut, you are a very welcomeaddition."
I dropped to my knees and eagerly took his big cock backin my mouth, wanting nothing more than one more load of his cum.
Behind me, I heard Samantha quip, "And you said Iwas the slut."
Epilogue: It's nine months later and I am days away from givingbirth to my third child. I may have gotten pregnant the day I became a slut forblack cock or it could have been two days later, when I was initiated into thewhite sluts' club by being gangbanged by over a dozen big juicy blackcocks...where I learned the men in the club were not just lawyers and judgesbut prominent men from throughout the city.
I also left my job with the city and began working forMr. 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 backserving black cock.
Samantha now works as a secretary at Mr. Cocksmith's firmand Candace has since become another member of the white sluts' club, has lefther husband, and lives with me. Although we are not exclusive by any means, shehas become a major part of my new lifestyle.
Do Candace and I eat each other's cunt? ... Is black cockblack?
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 mycunt? ... Is black cock irresistible?
Am I happy being an unconditional submissive to blackcock?
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 murdertrial sucking his cock, ready to give labour any day, having already takenthree loads down my throat from him in the past five hours, the answer ispretty obvious....
I am what I was born to be....a white slut for blackcock....just like my slut mother, who I confronted a few days later, Samanthaand I are turning her into a lesbian submissive too...and I wouldn't change athing.
The End