Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2018 18:53:25 -0500
From: silkstockingsloversilkyjasminewalker@gmail.com
Subject: White Sluts? Club - Innocent Lawyer

White Sluts' Club - Innocent Lawyer (BlkM/WF, WF/WF, D/s,Humiliation,
Exhibitionism, Consensual) by
silkstockingsloversilkyjasminewalker@gmail.com 2014

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Summary: White lawyer turned into a submissive slut forblack
cock. Mikaela's Black Cock Submission Story.
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"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