Lawyer Submit to Black Cock - Copied

[hirarandi]

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 go along for a ride," Samantha, my more outgoing sexually promiscuous friend, added.

"I wouldn't even know how to get on the horse again," I said, having not been in the dating scene since college.

"The best way to get revenge on that bastard is to get back in the game," Candace suggested.

"And ride the first horse that comes along," Samantha added.

"The game has changed so much since I played it," I sighed.

"The game may have changed, but the end result is the 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," I admitted 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 before I caught him at work," I said, my mind flashing back to surprising Donald at work with dinner when he said he had to work late...and learning that his definition of working late meant banging his secretary on his desk.

"That's unacceptable," Samantha said, standing up.

"There is more to life then getting laid," I pointed out, having completely forgetten what actual sex felt like.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that. Obviously your symptoms of withdrawal are making you disillusional," Samantha said, as if my dilemma was as tragic as third world poverty.

Candace nodded, "For once I agree, Samantha is right. 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 living the 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," Samantha said, grabbing my hand and leading me to her bedroom.

I knew when Samantha had made up her mind that she wasn't going to change it. We were going to a bar whether I wanted to or not.

Candace followed and asked, "Where are we going?"

"The Pit," Samantha answered, while going to her 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, returning with a black leather skirt and a red blouse.

"I hope that is for you," I said. I was the conservative one of the group by far and the outfit she was holding was definitely way too provocative for me.

"Put it on," Samantha ordered, her usual in control attitude taking over.

"I'm not wearing that in public," I protested.

"Just try it on," Samantha said, her tone implying annoyance at my protest.

Reluctantly, I grabbed the outfit and went to change in her bathroom.

"Just change here," Samantha said. "We've seen you naked before."

"In college," I protested.

"And you're just as hot now," Samantha said playfully.

I again obeyed, knowing it was futile to argue with Samantha. So I started to undress in front of my two best friends, when Candace repeated, "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 I was clearly not a part of.

"What's The Pit?" I asked again, curious...especially with all the vague discussion between Samantha and Candace.

"It's a bar where you are guaranteed to get lucky," 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 horse there too," Samantha quipped.

"Let's just go to The Pit," I said. "You have me curious."

"Done," Samantha announced and gave Candace a look like 'don't say anything else'. Samantha went to the closet and returned with 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, "We are really going to do this?"

"Of course," Samantha said, getting out of her clothes, just as I got into my skirt, before adding, "You loved your first time there, didn't you, Candace?"

"Yes, but..." Candace admitted with concern.

"But nothing. Our good friend should get to see what we usually do on Friday nights," Samantha responded.

Candace's face went beet red. I was curious and asked playfully, "What do you girls do without me?"

Samantha said, all sing-song, "You'll see."

Silently, we all got dressed, a strange tension in the air. 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," she instructed, not remotely implying this was an option.

When I realized they were thigh high stockings and not pantyhose. I protested, "This skirt is too short for these."

"Trust me," Samantha said, "You will want to be wearing thigh highs. Isn't that right, Candace?"

"Yes," Candace whispered, clearly embarrassed by something as she looked directly at Samantha. "You want me to wear red ones?"

"It's time for you to reach the final frontier," 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?" Samantha asked.

"I guess not, but this is a bit extreme," Candace said, her cheeks still fire red.

"Finish getting dressed, we don't want to miss out," Samantha said, ominously.

My thigh highs were beige and I couldn't get past the feeling that the colour of nylon somehow was significant, although the thought didn't make any logical sense.

Samantha called a taxi and fifteen minutes later, another glass 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, "You don'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, just as 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 Prince slipped the glass slipper on."

"Oh, you will feel more like Sleeping Beauty when your dormant sexual desires are awakened," Samantha quipped back, again an underlying secret hidden inside her words.

A part of me was excited about whatever lay ahead, yet another part of me, based on Candace's earlier reaction, worried me. The thought of playing the flirtation game instantly exhausted me, yet they were right. It was time to get back into the game. My king-sized bed seemed so big all by myself, and watching Meg Ryan movies alone was depressing. So, with an open mind, I headed into the bar with no idea what lay before me.

Once inside, I instantly noticed the obvious. Over ninety-five percent of the men were black. As I perused the establishment, I also noticed that most of the women were my age or older. There didn't seem to be any women there under thirty.

I looked to Samantha and asked, "You brought me to a bar full of black men?"

"Well-endowed, white women pleasing, black men," Samantha corrected, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bar.

She ordered shots for all three of us and a bottle of wine. 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, as Samantha led us to the dance floor. Wine in hand, we began dancing to some hardcore dance music I had never heard of. As I continued to check out my surroundings, I noticed something else: all the women here were wearing nylons of some colour. I also noticed that without a doubt quite a few of the black men 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 the perfect ten of our group...with her red hair, green eyes, voluptuous breasts and tight ass. She swam daily and was still in amazing shape, which annoyed both 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 three children, but she was still very pretty and liked to wear short skirts and five inch heels to showcase her legs.

I wasn't the ugly duckling of the group...but I was the most conservative. I seldom wore heels, I hid my large 38DD breasts behind sweaters and I wore long skirts or dresses that showed little more than my ankles. That said, the outfit Samantha made me wear showed so much of my legs that the men leering could see the top of my lace top stockings and my breasts were outlined clearly in the tight red blouse. I imagined I looked like a cougar on the prowl.

Samantha leaned over once the song was done, while we were downing our wine and said, "Here, look at this."

She handed me her phone. I looked at it and I imagine my face paled. I read:

The Colour Code for The Pit
The colour of nylon you are wearing tells our patrons what 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 (threesome or more some)
White............hard cunt pounding

I looked at Candace's legs and then Samantha's before asking, even though the question was obviously rhetorical based on everything I had noticed since arriving here, "You can't be serious?"

"We can leave now if you want," Candace offered, giving me an out.

Samantha protested, "We're not going anywhere unless it 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 remotely surprised that Samantha would be here fucking some black stranger, but Candace would never cheat on her man...would she?

Candace's face went super red again, apparently answering the question I hadn't asked, but was thinking about.

Samantha explained, "How does that saying go Candace?"

Candace glared at Samantha, but answered, "Once you go black, you never go back."

"To white," Samantha finished, just as a large black man joined us.

"Samantha, I see you brought along a new recruit," he said, his voice super deep. "A very sexy new recruit."

I blushed at the compliment by a complete stranger.

"We were drinking tonight to cheer up my friend here, whose bastard of an ex cheated on her, and we learned she hasn't gotten laid in over a year," Samantha revealed my secret.

"Samantha!" I gasped.

"Just telling the truth," Samantha explained innocently, not seeming to have a clue how revealing such information was a violation 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 sounded ridiculously submissive with such a subservient response. I watched as a chubby white woman in her fifties, wearing a collar around her neck and fishnet stockings, was being led out by a young man who didn't look old enough to be here.

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 would have thought of it," the black man said, his hand sliding up my leg slightly causing an undeniable tingle in my cunt.

Samantha said, "Oh, by the way, this is my friend Mikaela."

The black man offered his hand, leaving my leg; I extended mine and he said, "Nice to meet you, Mikaela. My name is Bruce."

"Bruce is an offensive lineman for the Pittsburgh Steelers," Samantha explained.

"Oh," was all I could muster, understanding suddenly why he was so massive.

Just then a couple other men walked over to us in suits and ties. A tall man in his early thirties looking like a lawyer who had ended up 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 been perceived in my mind as a terrible derogatory term used in the days of slavery...yet there it was being used, ironically, in completely the opposite direction.

Samantha called out, "Have fun, slut."

Candace didn't look back, with a demeanor that showed undeniable excitement as they walked up some stairs.

Samantha explained, "There are some rooms you can rent."

"Oh," I said again, completely overwhelmed by the situation and unable to comprehend the reality that Candace was going with two black strangers to get fucked. Yet, my cunt leaked into my panties, the idea, 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't they stud," Samantha continued.

"That they do," he smiled. Looking at me, he said, "I need to make a phone call. Nice to meet you, Mikaela. Maybe we can 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 second biggest 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 I always wished he was bigger....never truly feeling full when he fucked me...my toys are longer and thicker, truthfully.

"Twelve inches," she revealed.

"Fuck off!" I responded, a lot louder than I meant to, such a number unfathomable.

"And thick," she added. "I want to take it in my ass someday, but I'm not sure I can take it all. Then again, you only live once."

"You take it in the ass?" I asked, even though it wasn't much of a surprise, as Samantha was a slut.

"So does Candace. Actually, she has become quite the ass slut since she started coming here," Samantha revealed, her stunning revelation compounded by another stunning revelation. "But this will be her first double penetration."

"Anal sex; double penetration; what the hell? Are we in a 'Twilight Zone' episode?" I asked.

"Trust me, this is very, very real," Samantha smiled.

"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 led to another," Samantha explained. "But trust me, after you've tasted dark chocolate you will be changed forever."

"That is such a stereotype," I said, trying to hide my growing curiosity as I felt dozens of pairs of eyes watching me.

"Most stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason," 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, 6'3 black man, wearing enough gold around his neck to feed a third world country said, "Hi, bitch."

"Excuse me?" I asked, shocked by his greeting.

Taking my hand, he said, "It's time to break in that white cunt of yours."

I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was too strong.

"Or do you just want some black meat in that pretty mouth of yours?" he asked, as he led me away from the bar and to the same stairs Candace had gone up just a few minutes ago.

"I-I-I'm not like that," I stammered, even as I followed 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 always changes."

I couldn't believe Samantha and Candace had brought me here; I couldn't believe I was following this black stranger into some unknown room for sex; I couldn't believe my cunt was soaking my panties...apparently withdrawal and wine makes you willing to do unthinkable, uncharacteristic things.

He opened a door, led me inside, closed it and ordered, "Knees, bitch."

I heard the words, yet I couldn't believe how disrespectful he was being.

When I didn't move, he ordered, putting his hands on my shoulders and roughly pushing me onto my knees, "Now, slut. You came here to experience black cock and by God, I am going to give it to you."

I remained silent, unable to completely comprehend the situation I was in.

"Fish out your chocolate treat, bitch," he ordered, his crotch directly in my face.

Partly out of curiosity (was black cock as big as the rumours I had heard my whole life?), partly out of hunger (it had been so long since I had a cock in me) and partly out of obedience (I was both turned on by his powerful dominant persona and slightly scared to disobey), I moved my trembling hands to his pants and unzipped his fly.

"Good white slut," he said, as I obeyed his order.

I remained silent, no words properly able to respond to such a statement aimed at me as I focused on fishing out his cock. As I released it from his underwear, I gasped. It was huge and it wasn't even completely hard.

He chuckled, "Bigger than your husband's, I assume."

"Twice as big," I answered, in awe of its girth.

"Go ahead, bitch, make it nice and hard in that pretty white mouth of yours," he said, continuing to make the act of my submission so naughty.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, suddenly wanting to feel it grow inside me, mesmerized by the utter beauty of it.

I wrapped my lips around this thick cock and slowly bobbed back and forth.

"That's it, bitch, worship my black python," he groaned, which enhanced my eagerness...having forgotten how much I used to enjoy 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 majestic nature 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 the nigger 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 I created I hoped enhanced the blow job. His groans increased as did his dirty talk...which again only increased my sudden insatiable hunger to please him.

"That's it, bitch," and "You will never want to suck your husband after this," and "You're pretty good for a white slut," and "I bet your kids would be proud to learn their mommy is a nigger lover."

[hirarandi]

Mandi and Heather, my twin girls, were both freshmen in college and sweethearts on full scholarship rides. They would be mortified to see their prudish mother right now. Yet, I pushed them out of my mind, as at the moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his cum in my mouth or bend me over the table and pound the shit out of me.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Are you a nigger lover?"

"Yes," I admitted without hesitation, looking up at him with lust, wanting that beautiful, black cock, glistening with my saliva, in my mouth.

"Say it!" He ordered, as he tapped my lips with his cock.

The words no longer seemed racist and wrong as I answered, "I love big nigger cock."

"And you're a white slut for nigger cock?" He continued, sliding his cock in my mouth further than I had sucked him.

I gagged briefly as he pulled back out and looked down at me waiting for a response.

I again answered like a cheap slut, which tonight I had apparently become, babbling like a coed bimbo, "Yes, I am a white slut who was born to service thick, long, delicious, stiff, nigger cock."

He slid his cock back in my open mouth and began to fuck my face, something that I hadn't had done to me since college. I concentrated on not gagging as his long cock reached new depths in my mouth.

"White bitches are made to serve," he said, as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. His breathing increased and I knew I was 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 he wasn't going to come in my mouth and then a chill of embarrassment at the reality he was going to come on my face like I was a cheap whore. A couple of seconds 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 that was shot in my mouth and instantly wanted more. I opened my one eye that wasn't covered with cum and took his cock back in my mouth to retrieve every remnant of his dark seed.

He chuckled, "Once you white MILF's get a black cock in your cocksucking mouth you can't get enough of it."

It was tough to argue his white slut for black cock theory with my mouth wrapped around his cock, hungrily retrieving his cum and my 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 out of you."

"Okay," I said, disappointed he wasn't going to fuck me.

"You really want some black cock in that tight white pussy of yours, don't you?" He said, obviously catching the disappointment in my tone.

"Yes," I admitted, looking back at his still very erect cock.

"First, I need a picture for my wall of white sluts," he said.

"What, no!" I exclaimed, not wanting any evidence 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," he said firmly, reaching for his phone.

So desperate to have his cock in my burning cunt, I reluctantly obeyed, smiling as he took a photo of my cum covered face. I felt so ashamed to so willingly allow such a humiliating and incriminating photo to be taken of me.

"Good slut," he complimented, just as his phone rang. He answered it, "Hi, honey...no just getting ready to leave Bill's now...be home in thirty...love you too." Hanging up, he said, "I guess I will have to take a rain check on destroying that white cunt of yours." He pulled up his pants as I just knelt there...disappointed.

Looking at me, he smiled, "It's okay, slut, there are lots of other men who will fill that white cunt of yours. But don't you dare clean your face of my cum until you get home, is that clear?"

"Yes," I agreed, even though the thought was mortifying.

"I will be asking my boys if you obeyed," he warned. "And if you want this cock one day, which we both know you do, you will obey like the good nigger lover you are."

"Understood," I replied, standing up, my knees sore.

"Good," he said, walking out of the room and leaving me embarrassed yet hungry for more...a conflicting oxymoron.

I stood dazed and confused for a minute as I replayed the craziness that was the past ten minutes and gasped at the realization of my having allowed my photo to be taken...in one moment of weakness I had risked my career. I cursed and decided I had to leave before I got myself pulled any deeper into this sexual submission. I headed back downstairs to find Samantha or Candace.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs when I saw a pair of heels peeking out from under a table. Making eye contact with the black man sitting at the table, he smiled and winked. I quickly turned away and saw Samantha at the bar with Bruce.

I went to her and said rather urgently, not even looking at Bruce, "We've got to go now."

"Why?" Samantha asked all innocently, smiling as she saw my cum-coated face.

I leaned in and whispered, "I am not sure I can control myself."

"I know, that's the point, they are utterly irresistible," Samantha said.

Bruce asked, looking me over and seeing my cum covered face, "So your first black cock was Jimmy?"

"How did you know that?" I asked.

"Making a woman walk around with his cum drying on her face is his thing," Bruce explained, before adding, "I need a thing." 

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 me with 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 quipped back, 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 and just 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 complete black cock slut," she added.

"Where is Candace?" I asked, trying to direct the 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 a drink?" 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 morally strong (ignoring, apparently, that I already sucked a stranger's cock and was wearing his cum on my face like a scarlet letter), even though my pussy desperately wanted to be filled and I was curious what twelve inches of cock looked like, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist and was scared to end up being like Candace...even as I wondered what it would be like to be DP'd.

"Just come for a drink," Samantha said. "We won't make you do anything you don't want to."

Bruce smiled, "Come on Mikaela, you are safer up in my room than down here with all the predators that see you as fresh meat to break in."

Samantha added, "Yes, you're fresh white meat, virgin meat."

Looking around, a few men were obviously checking me out; I realized they were probably correct. Part of me wanted to run out of the building ASAP, while another part of me wanted to just give in and get fucked by some big black cock...it had been so long since I gotten laid...yet twelve inches seemed unfathomable to fit in my long neglected pussy.

I decided what the hell, and was about to go with Bruce and Samantha when I heard my name called out.


I instantly recognized the voice and was paralyzed by the sudden realization that Mr. Cocksmith of Cocksmith, Bard and Walters, the law firm I most often went head-to-head against, was here. "Mrs. Crutcher."

Slowly, I turned around and said, my face burning red with humiliation, as I looked at the handsome black man, "Hi, Mr. Cocksmith."

"What a surprise to see you here," he said, an unreadable look on his face.

"I can explain," I said, in panic, realizing my explanation would not be overly credible with my face coated in dried cum.

"No explanation needed Mrs. Crutcher," he smiled. "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," he smiled. Looking at Bruce he asked, "Is she yours?"

Hearing myself referred to as property was both insulting to my feminist side and a strange turn on I couldn't explain...was he thinking of fucking me? Was I willing to let him? My burning cunt said yes, as did the reality that my job meant everything to me and I may have to use my sexual wiles to keep it.

Bruce answered, "It is up to her."

Mr. Cocksmith said, his tone implying it was not up for negotiation, "Mrs. Crutcher, come join me."

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He took my hand and led me to a nearby table where there were two men I knew. One was Judge Harmon, a black judge who had presided over a few cases I had defended, and the other was, Matt Parker, a prosecution lawyer for Mr. Cocksmith's firm whom I had gone head to head with many times. Even after all that had transpired today, this was a new low in humiliation.

Both Judge Harmon and Matt smiled as they saw me.

"Mrs. Crutcher, what a pleasant surprise," said Judge Harmon.

Matt, whom I had defeated many times in cases and had rejected his sexual advances even more times, added, "Yes, a very nice surprise."

I stammered, "N-n-nice to see you both."

Mr. Cocksmith asked, "Judge, can we take this special evening back to your condo?"

"A grand idea," Judge Harmon said. "We should bring her friend, too."

"I'll get her," Matt said, standing up.

It was so surreal to hear Samantha and I treated as pieces of meat, and yet somehow liberating to just be told what to do. Being a lawyer in many high profile cases has always been very stressful and I often was perceived as an ice queen, partly because of my strong, no nonsense demeanour. Yet, the idea of letting go, not being in charge, was strangely liberating.

Judge Harmon stood up and said, "Let's go Mrs. Crutcher, we have a lot to talk about."

"Yes, judge," I replied, petrified that my career was over.

I followed Mr. Cocksmith and Judge Harmon out of The Pit and to a limousine. A white female driver, whom I instantly recognized as a person Matt defended and won the case for a few months ago. I wondered instantly just 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 completely uncomfortable.

"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 my colleagues or adversaries have been in a similar predicament as I currently was in.

"God no," the judge laughed boisterously. "It seems most of you high-strung, overworked white women end up at The Pit sooner or later."

I didn't like his implication, even though I had thought the 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 to come up with a sentence that could answer that question. Was my career in jeopardy? It seemed less and less likely based on the judges' words and the addition of Samantha in the limousine. Matt also joined us and the limousine began taking us somewhere.

Judge Harmon continued, "Now, Mrs. Crutcher, we can't have you going out in public places like The Pit with cum all over your face 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 women crave...although most would never admit it or make their dark fantasies a reality."

Between tears I said, "I had never fantasized about black men before today."

Samantha interjected, explaining the evening and how I ended up at The Pit.

"Do you still have no fantasies for black cock?" the judge asked.

A couple hours ago that answer would have been yes, but now, after sucking Jimmy's big cock, hearing about Bruce's big cock, I could no longer honestly say yes. I answered with a smile, "I plead the fifth."

"Everyone who pleads the fifth is guilty," Matt interjected.

"That is only an assumption," I countered.

"No, it is always the case," Matt continued.

"Stop badgering the witness," I playfully answered.

"We'll let the jury decide," Judge Harmon smiled.

"Decide what?" I asked, no longer sure where this conversation was going.

"If you're guilty of being in denial of lusting after black cock," he answered.

"I'm guilty," Samantha said as she dropped to her 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 black cock," she answered without hesitation, a hunger in her eyes that you can't fake.

"Hungry enough to obey every order we make of you tonight?" Judge Harmon asked.

"Yes, Master," she answered, my mouth dropping open at the use of such an extreme word.

"Don't you mean Masters?" Judge Harmon clarified.

"Of course, I meant Masters," Samantha said with 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 it since the 'Master' reference.

Samantha moved to me and without a word put her lips on mine. Even after all the surreal events leading up to this moment, having my best friend kissing me in front of three significant black men was the most surreal 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 lesbian moment. Like never seriously considering a black cock, I had never seriously considered being with a woman...particularly my best friend. Yet, like when the black cock was first presented to me and a sudden insatiable lust for black cock hit me, as our tongues danced in each other's mouths I didn't want it to end.

The kiss lasted only a couple of minutes when the limousine came to a stop and Judge Harmon suggested, "Let's move this party inside."

"Yes, Master," Samantha said, breaking the intimate tender kiss.

Being drawn into the act of sexual submission, I replicated her answer, "Yes, Master." Saying the words were surprisingly liberating and flowed easily from my lips as it led to an instant dampening of my already wet panties.

Two minutes later, we were in the elevator and as soon as the door closed, Judge Harmon ordered, "Sluts, on your knees and get my guests cocks nice and hard for your white cunts."

Samantha instantly dropped to her knees and quickly fished out Mr. Cocksmith's cock.

"You too, Mrs. Crutcher," Judge Harmon ordered as I watched Samantha in a daze.

Matt added, "Yes, Mikaela, it's time to learn your place."

His attitude pissed me off, I never liked him, his smug and pretentious attitude in court a major turn-off, yet I felt myself dropping to my knees. I glanced over to see that Mr. Cocksmith had a big thick cock and Samantha was really going to town on it.

"Get to work, slut," Matt demanded.

I silently fished out his cock and was surprised to learn that apparently not all black cocks were monsters. His was only a bit bigger than 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 this moment, yet there I was on my knees, in an elevator, sucking black cock. Although theoretically I should have been humiliated, a rush of exhilaration at the naughty exhibitionist act of submission coursed through me as I slowly bobbed 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 slowed down.

"Let's finish pet Mikaela's training inside," Judge Harmon said.

The word 'training' continued to compound the continual degradation 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, my desire to get fucked overriding any consequences and my dignity.

"Only sir," he questioned, putting his cock away.

"Sorry, I meant Master, of course," I apologized, still on my knees.

The elevator opened and I quickly stood back up. Samantha grabbed my hand and led me into what appeared to be a room that was the whole top floor.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Judge Harmon said.

"Holy shit," Samantha said, clearly impressed by the massive spread. This wasn't a condo, but more like a luxury hotel suite that 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. I just stood still and watched as she undressed me, my head still spinning. Soon I was only in thigh highs, panties and bra. She unclasped my bra and tossed it to 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 my nipples, slut."

She laughed, as she bit my left nipple playfully before moving to my right nipple.

A moment later, she moved lower, her tongue never leaving my 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 and said, "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 from the source?"

He laughed, "Finish getting your friend naked."

"Yes, Master," I replied, feeling completely subservient. 

Samantha added, "And I am your Mistress, Mikaela."

I looked at her, surprised by her expectation, yet responded, again giving into the night, "Yes, Mistress, make me your lesbian slut."

"Are you thankful now that I dragged you to The Pit?" 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 my morals, my mind go and just giving into the moment.

I undressed her, replicating what she did to me by taking her erect nipples in my mouth before sliding down to her pussy. Unlike me, her cunt was completely shaved and after I slid her panties to the floor, Samantha ordered, "Go ahead, slut, lick my cunt."

I looked up, again surprised by her words; yet again I obeyed, moving to her cunt. I paused briefly, before leaning forward, extending my tongue, and licking my best friend's pussy in front of three black men. I had no idea what to expect when I first tasted her, but it was a pleasant surprise...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."

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I paused briefly, Samantha surprising me yet again with another revelation that naive me was completely oblivious to before tonight, before returning to licking her wet pussy.

"Get ino a sixty-nine, sluts," Mr. Cocksmith ordered 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 my cunt had me burning with lust and I didn't hesitate as I lay on the soft carpet dying to have her tongue on my cunt.

Samantha straddled my face, and lowered her shaved pussy onto me, as she moved my legs apart and buried her face in my cunt. I moaned as she began licking my pussy. I leaned up a bit and returned the favour, licking again my first pussy ever. I had no idea what a pussy would taste like before today, but after a few licks of her wet pussy just moments earlier, I was addicted. I wanted to get my tongue in her cunt, I wanted to make her cum.

Her tongue was bringing me pleasure unlike any man who had ever been down there before. My orgasm was on the rise in only a couple of minutes and, as my breathing increased, my long-held back orgasm was finally getting close to eruption, when I heard Judge Harmon order, "Sluts, come and get your Masters' cocks ready for your white fuck holes."

Samantha instantly got off of me, a wave of disappointment hitting me at my orgasm again being denied, as I got off the floor weakly to discover all three men were now completely naked.

Samantha went to Mr. Cocksmith and Matt, who were sitting on 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 his big, not yet erect cock. For a man in his fifties, his was the most impressive member that had ever stared me in the face.

"Go ahead, join my harem of white sluts who serve me," he said.

I looked up at him and asked, dying to know as soon as I heard 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 of yours."

"Of course, Master," I nodded subserviently, as I took his cock in my hand and guided it into my mouth eagerly.

As I slowly moved up and down on his cock, I experienced a rush of excitement as I felt his cock grow in my mouth. Although I was on my knees, I was in a submissive position and I was definitely at the complete whim of these three black men, I felt extremely powerful because Judge Harmon's cock was growing in my mouth because of me.

It also felt enthralling to feel the cock get bigger and bigger in my mouth. I was also in awe as it grew because it just seemed to grow and grow. Once fully hard, his cock was as stiff as steel, I took it out of my mouth to see how big it was. I stared at it like I was looking at the Eiffel Tower, 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 lustful rage...the thought of having it in my burning cunt soon had me willing to obey without hesitation.

"Do you want my black cock in your white cunt, Mrs. Crutcher?" he asked. Somehow, having him constantly use my formal name instead of name-calling only enhanced my eagerness to please. All the while reminding me of the complete power shift that I was willingly being a part of.

"God, yes," I answered, my cunt so wet his fist could probably slide inside me.

"Suck my balls, my new white plaything," he ordered.

A rush went up my back at the shift to name-calling...which also somehow inexplicitly turned me on. I obeyed, sliding my tongue down his long 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 a few 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 the moment...as I was willing to do anything to get black cock in me.

"Good answer," Judge Harmon chuckled.

"Thank you, Master," I answered back, desperate to be so obedient to him that he would shove that massive black snake in my cunt.

"Ooooooh God," Samantha screamed. I was so obsessed with worshipping Judge Harmon's massive member, I had forgotten she was there. I looked over and saw that she was being double penetrated, as she had Mr. Cocksmith in her cunt while Matt fucked her ass. Instantly, I was jealous of her, wanting a black cock in my cunt. I had never taken a cock in my ass, it was so dirty and slutty, yet at this moment I would willingly submit to being sodomized if ordered.

"Ready for some black cock, my hungry white cum bucket?" Judge Harmon asked again.

"Yes, Master," I answered, returning my gaze to his 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 and climbed on top of Judge Harmon with only one purpose...to ride his glorious cock. Usually I was a missionary woman, but today I was a whatever-position-I-was-told to-be-in woman.

Although awkward, I lowered my body, my cunt, slowly onto Judge Harmon's cock, going reverse cowgirl. As it slowly widened my pussy, I moaned, never having been stretched so wide. My back to him, I could now watch Samantha taking two black cocks in her. She looked at me and smiled, a wordless message of 'I told you you would love it'.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Crutcher, take your Master's cock in that tight white cunt of yours," Judge Harmon groaned.

"Your cock is sooo big," I moaned, more of his cock slowly filling me, as he reminded me of my more dignified name, before I added, 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 answer completely true, 

"You love what?" He asked, grabbing my hips and preventing me from lowering myself further on his cock.

For a moment I was confused what he was asking, but caught on quickly. "I love your big black cock in my wet white cunt."

"I like the alliteration, my white slut," he said tenderly, moving his hands away and allowing me to lower myself further on his cock.

Deciding I wanted it all in me, wanting to be a good white slut, regardless of wether it ripped me apart or not, I dropped my cunt completely onto his chocolate shaft. I screamed, never being remotely that full before, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

"Shit, Mrs. Crutcher, you really are an insatiable white slut," he chuckled, as my body quivered from taking eleven inches inside it.

"Yeeeeeees, Masteeeeeer," I trembled, with pleasure so intense that I wasn't sure I would be able to actually ride his cock.

"Pound my ass," Samantha demanded, her moans increasing as she moved her body to meet Matt's hard thrusts in her ass.

Judge Harmon ordered, "Put your feet on my legs, my white bitch."

"O-o-okay," I stammered, coordination not my strong suit.

I awkwardly obeyed, wobbling twice, before he put his strong hands on my waist. My stocking-clad feet firmly on his black legs, I moaned, as his cock somehow went even deeper in me in this position.

Samantha begged, "Harder, harder, fuck my white ass with your fucking cooooock."

"Now ride my cock, Mrs. Crutcher, show me how big a slut 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 used to 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 hard and fast...apparently really getting back on the horse in a big way.

Samantha screamed, "Fuuuucking yes," as she came from the double penetration.

Judge Harmon said, "Don't forget men, shoot your loads on our newest white slut."

Realizing that I was his new white slut, I also remembered there were others like me and asked, as I continued to ride his long shaft, "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 of Samantha, walked over to us, stood on the couch and shoved his cock, which had just been fucking Samantha's ass, into my shocked mouth. The act was just another of utter submission and yet one that only enhanced my desire to come and serve.

He held my head and fucked my face, as I sat with Judge Harmon's cock buried deep in me, for a few seconds before pulling out and exploding his sticky goo all over my face. He grunted between squirts, "I have imagined you coated with my cum for so long, slut."

My face covered in cum, a cock buried in my cunt, I responded, "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 and challenging, "I hope you are not all talk like you are in the court room."

Judge Harmon roared with laughter, as Matt, pissed at my attitude, threatened, "I'm going to tame you, bitch."

"Master Harmon has already done that," I continued, unable to turn off lawyer me who loved to debate.

Judge Harmon chuckled again as he added, "I think we have a live one here."

Mr. Cocksmith, his cock shiny with Samantha's pussy juice, presented himself between my legs and asked, "I assume you haven't ever had two cocks at once in that cunt of yours?"

"Is that even possible?" I asked, shocked by the question. My cunt felt completely full with just Judge Harmon's in me, I couldn'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 I asked, "Is power here based on cock size or legal seniority...I suppose either 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 with being a bitch in my profession. It was the only way to get respect in a still very male dominated profession.

Judge Harmon whispered in my ear, just as a second massive cock attempted the impossible, "By the way, the first white whore to serve me was Senator Abbotsford, although back then she was still just a judge."

"Noooooo," I gasped, as I felt my cunt attempt to refuse entry. Senator Abbotsford was not only a judge, but was also one of my 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 woman who one day may run for President being a slutty white cunt submissive for black cock. I added, "I have always tried to be just like her."

"It seems you are following in her pussy juice," Judge Harmon quipped, making a joke.

"H-h-how did she s-s-submit," I stammered, my cunt rejecting any further widening.

"That is a long story for another day, but I took her in the courtroom the first time and even had her often suck my cock as I presided over cases," the judge revealed. The images both shocking and yet so fucking hot...especially the idea of someone like Senator Abbotsford, who, like me, was an extreme feminist and strong-minded woman being submissive. It made my submission seem okay, more natural, as absurd as that sounded. 

So drawn into my role as submissive slut, somehow turned on by the idea of more humiliation, I asked Judge Harmon, while Mr. Cocksmith was still trying to get inside my already full cunt, "Can I beeeeee your white cocksucker during a trial?"

"You want to replace Amanda Kensington?" He asked, revealing another shocking name in the growing number of powerful women who were secret sluts for black cock. Amanda had gone on early maternity leave two weeks ago, at eight months pregnant, due to health issues. Amanda was the top DA in the city and a colleague of mine...her departure was a huge loss for the city.

"Her tooooo?" I asked while screaming, feeling my cunt lips spread. Looking down, I could no longer see Mr. Cocksmith's cock head. In other words, I had two cocks in me.

"Actually, she was under my desk just yesterday while I was listening to the Willaby trial," he continued.

"God, yeeees," I moaned loudly, feeling my cunt becoming fuller than was, I thought, humanly possible, even as I was shocked to learn that Amanda was under the desk at a trial I was involved in just yesterday.

"So you want to be my trial cocksucker?" Judge Harmon asked.

"Yes, Masteeer, make me your trial cocksucker. Cum in my mouth over and over again," I whimpered, my head going light at the mixture of pleasure and pain I was experiencing.

"I'll fit you in, just like you're fitting his cock in," 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 black cock?" I asked, facetiously.

"Exactly," Samantha nodded, "I knew you would 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's massive member.

"Good call," he agreed, ordering me, "Turn around slut, let's give you your first chocolate DP."

"Yes, Master," I agreed, the idea of taking a cock in my ass incomprehensible before this evening and yet now something I was willingly doing without hesitation.

"Grab me some lube, slut," Mr. Cocksmith ordered Samantha.

"Of course, Master," she said, as I repositioned myself so my tits were directly in Judge Harmon's face.

"These are some nice udders," the judge complimented, cupping them in his hands.

"Thank you, Master," I replied to the ridiculous compliment of comparing my breasts to a cow's.

A moment later, I felt a sticky liquid between my ass cheeks just as Judge Harmon sucked on my erect nipples. The euphoric pleasure of having a cock lodged deep in my cunt, hands cupping my breasts and a mouth on my nipples had me willing to do anything...including eagerly taking a massive cock in my virgin ass.

Samantha said softly, "Relax, Mikaela, this is going to burn like a bitch at first, but once you get used to it you are going to want your ass fucked hard."

"Okay," I replied tentatively, wanting to obey and become the white slut they wanted me to be, yet scared of the pain I knew was coming.

"Ready, ass slut?" Mr. Cocksmith asked, as I felt his cockhead between my ass cheeks.

"Yes, Master, take my anal virginity," I answered nervously, wanting to feel the pleasure that I saw on Samantha's face while she was getting DP'd earlier.

His hands went to my waist as I felt his cockhead poking at my anal entrance.

Judge Harmon whispered, "Besides Abbotsford and Kenningston, there is also Williams."

I gasped, both because of the next shocking name and because I felt Mr. Cocksmith's mushroom top break through my anal defence. "Oh, shit," I whimpered, a sharp pain hitting me. Cassandra Williams was my colleague and as no nonsense as me. In her early fifties, she was old college and believed in being the voice for all who had no voice of her own. She was married to a famous CEO in oil, but hated the boys' club that still existed in the legal field. Her sexual submission would diminish her many years of standing up to big business.

"Yes, she has the first to be a member of the white slut's club...shit I remember her being the only woman and taking over a dozen black cocks during a judge retreat down south," Judge Harmon reminisced.

"Oh, God," I whimpered, both turned on as hell at the story of Cassandra's sexual submission and in pain as Mr. Cocksmith's cock slowly invaded my ass.

"She was the one who brought Senator Abbotsford into the club many years ago," Judge Harmon revealed.

"I can't take it," I said, through clenched teeth as the pain in my ass intensified as Mr. Cocksmith's dick went deeper into me.

"Half way in, slut," Mr. Cocksmith informed me.

"Only half," I whined, unable to fathom taking even a millimetre more in me.

"Becky Watson," Judge Harmon revealed next.

"Oh my," I said, each name a juicy piece of gossip that distracted me from the impaling I was receiving in my back door. Becky was a gorgeous redheaded journalist whom I resented because her writing always seemed to favour my opponent.

Matt added, from behind me somewhere, "Yes, she is a great weapon for us in the media and a great slut for us in the board room."

"Figures," I said, her one-sided journalism instantly making sense.

"Want more names?" Judge Harmon asked.

"Yeeeees," I answered, wincing as the anal invasion continued its assault forward.

"Beg for Jake to just slam his cock in your ass, my slut, and become the white ass slut you were meant to be," Judge Harmon ordered.

"M-m-meant to be," I stammered, now recalling Cocksmith'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 knees with your mouth, cunt and ass filled with black cock," he explained, his words 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 my holes.

"I object," Matt quipped.

"Objection taken," Judge Harmon nodded, as he explained 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 Abbotsford does our bidding politically, Becky does it in the media, Amanda and Cassandra lose the cases they are instructed to lose and you will too."

"I can't do that," I said, the thought of dishonouring my sworn loyal oath something I couldn't break.

"We don't make you lose cases where our defendants are guilty," Mr. Cocksmith interjected. "We just speed up the red tape of these cases where innocent victims are charged."

Instantly I thought of Edison Smith, a case that Cassandra could have easily won and yet instead took a plea bargain.

It didn't make much sense at the time, but it sure did now.

I asked, through grit teeth as Jake continued to slowly go deeper in my ass, "Are you saying that Elizabeth Smith was lying?"

"We have evidence, which unfortunately was inadmissible, that proved she was," Jake answered, before clarifying, "we don't cheat to win, we still lose cases as was seen in the Pikerson case, but we just speed up the injustices."

"You're a judicial Nelson Mandela," I quipped.

"Bounce back on my cock, slut," he ordered, his tone implying I had annoyed him.

"Yes, Master," I replied, suddenly feeling guilty 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 coursed through me. Then on one backwards push, I took all his ten inches in my ass.

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I screamed bloody murder, "Fuuuuuuck, it huuuuurts."

"No pain, no gain," Matt quipped the generic cliché.

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," Judge Harmon smiled, enjoying revealing the names and seeing my shocked reaction.

"Whhhhhhho," I asked, the pain not going away as I got used to ten inches of black meat in my ass.

"Fuck yourself to orgasm, cum bucket," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," I obeyed, my building orgasm having disappeared instantly once my ass was torn apart...frustrated that another name was not revealed.

I began slowly moving back and forth on Jake's big cock the pain still sharp but bearable.

Judge Harmon said, "I want you to come all over my cock from getting your white ass fucked by black cock."

"I'lllllll try," I moaned, the idea of coming seeming rather impossible, but like childbirth where you knew the joys that followed the pain...I prayed the promised pleasure would come and then I would, too.

The pain didn't instantly disappear, but as I began to get into a constant rhythm, a pleasure began to build inside the very core of my existence.

"Tell me what you are, Mrs. Crutcher," Judge Harmon 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 it written all over my face?"

Judge Harmon roared again, making his cock vibrate in my cunt, as he answered, "Why yes it is."

My orgasm again beginning to build, the pain slowly fading to just a numbing inconvenience, I began fucking my ass faster wanting to become the ultimate slut...as ludicrous as such an idea seemed.

Samantha interjected, "Come Mikaela, come like the little slut you want to be."

"Ooooh, fuck," I whimpered.

"An ass slut, a cum slut," Samantha whispered into my ear, her hot breath enhancing the inevitable orgasm on the rise. 

A few moments later, my orgasm continuing to slowly build, a fire in my loins that was desperately trying to be released and start a prairie fire through me that may never end, I begged, "Master, please tell me what I am." I couldn't explain it, but each naughty name only enhanced the pleasure inside me.

"Name-calling gets you off?" Judge Harmon asked.

"It seems soooooo, although I didn't know that until tonight," I admitted, my body slamming back onto Jake.

Judge Harmon smiled and began calling me a variety of derogatory 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 for release when Judge Harmon added, bringing me over the top because of the naughty social taboo of the 'n' word, and yet another shocking revelation, "You're a nigger cock lover just like your mother," just as he bucked his ass up making his cock go unnaturally deep into my cunt.

"Shiiiiiiiit," I screamed, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my being as my long delayed, much needed orgasm flooded out of me. I didn't know such pleasure existed as wave after wave of intense gratification hit me.

As I crashed forward and onto him, Jake began slamming into my ass as I tried to come to grips with the stunning revelation that my mother was another submissive of the white sluts' club. My mother, who I barely ever talked to, her and I political opposites, was the most pretentious, racist woman I knew. She was also the mayor.

Yet, I couldn't focus on this revelation, as my orgasm was never-ending as I continued to be a vessel for their pleasure.

A couple of minutes later, my first orgasm complete, my second 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, so pulled into my new world of unconditional submission.

"In that big mouth of yours?" He asked, as he pulled out of my ass.

"Shut me up with that big juicy cock," I responded, self-demeaning myself.

"Get on all fours on the floor, slut," he ordered.

I quickly obeyed, thankful to change positions, although sad 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 shoved his massive python, which had just been in my ass for an eternity, into my mouth. The act was so taboo and twisted, sucking a cock that had just been in my ass, and I loved it. He held my head and fucked my face as I felt hands on my hips.

A second later, my cunt was filled again and I was being fucked from both ends, although I wasn't sure whose cock it was, I was pretty sure it was Judge Harmon's based on how full I instantly felt.

My second orgasm was quickly on the rise again when I felt a tongue on my clit and assumed it was Samantha's tongue. I moaned on Jake'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 to confirm it was Judge Harmon fucking my cunt. I begged, desperately wanting to feel my cunt filled with cum, "Harder, Master, fill your nigger loving white bitch slut with your cum."

Matt grabbed my head, turned me back around and shoved his cock in my mouth and I again was getting fucked from both ends.

I had never had multiple orgasms before and as my pleasure grew I wondered if the seemingly unbreakable seal of multiple orgasms could be indeed broken.

Judge Harmon slammed into me and asked, "You want my dominant seed shooting inside that white womb of yours?"

I don't know if it was the hypnotic control the black cocks had over me, my own insatiable hunger to come again, or the reality that I had always wanted another child, but I answered, without hesitation, taking Matt's cock out of my mouth, even though I knew I was ovulating and the risk of getting pregnant was definitely there, "Yes, Master, fill my cunt."

"Maybe knock you up like we did Amanda," he continued.

Matt laughed, "Yeah, who knows who the father is."

"Oh yeeees," I moaned, the idea somehow ridiculously 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 fucked my face as Samantha continued flicking my clit with her tongue...causing constant twitches throughout my entire body.

A few strokes later, Judge Harmon grunted, "Here it comes, my nigger baby carrier."

I screamed, the way he stressed the word 'my' as if I was his property and the derogatory term made the impossible possible as a second orgasm exploded through me as he filled me with his cum, "Yeeeeeeees." 

As soon as Judge Harmon was done shooting his load deep in my womb, he pulled out and Matt replaced him.

"Oh yes Matt, fill my cunt too," I moaned, no longer anything more than a cum bucket for black cock, even as my second orgasm still hadn't finished its journey through me.

Jake's still hard cock appeared in front of my face and I opened my mouth and took it in.

A couple of minutes later, Matt deposited a load in my cunt and Jake took his turn in my well-fucked cunt.

Samantha, who had crawled out from under me after my second orgasm, appeared in front of me, spread her legs and ordered, "Eat my cunt, slut."

Although briefly surprised by her name-calling, I was so into 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, each forward thrust slamming my face into Samantha's wet cunt.

A few minutes of licking and getting fucked hard and a third 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, knowing being 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, suddenly desperate 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 for her tongue on my clit to get me off as I screamed, "Yeees, you fucking cunt-licking slutttttt."

Samantha kept licking throughout my orgasm until I had to push her tongue and face away as my well-fucked pussy lips were suddenly super sensitive.

I lay there for an eternity, so thoroughly fucked I had no 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 and cigar and nodded, "Thank you, Masters."

"We called you a taxi, you should probably get dressed," Matt said, casually, now that he was done with me.

A sudden shame hit me at just how used I had just been and 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 me properly, "Not sure that is true," as I pointed to the cum leaking down my leg.

"Fuck, you are funny," Judge Harmon roared. 

I began getting dressed...knowing for better or worse my life had forever been changed. I asked, still not understanding how it was possible, "My mom is really a member of the white sluts' club?"

"Yes," Judge Harmon answered, "although I can't take credit for her addition."

"How?" I asked, unable to fathom the most racist 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 know the answer.

Dressed and getting ready to leave, Judge Harmon said with a smile, "Mrs. Crutcher, you're a very welcome addition to our white sluts' 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 cunt tingling again with the intrigue of my mother's sin, a sudden hunger for more cum hitting me like the white black cock slut I had become, I asked, "Can I take a load for the road?"

He laughed heartily, snapping his fingers and pointing to his cock, "Yes, Mrs. Crutcher, my eager white slut, you are a very welcome addition."

I dropped to my knees and eagerly took his big cock back in my mouth, wanting nothing more than one more load of his cum.

Behind me, I heard Samantha quip, "And you said I was the slut."

Epilogue:
It's nine months later and I am days away from giving birth to my third child. I may have gotten pregnant the day I became a slut for black cock or it could have been two days later, when I was initiated into the white sluts' club by being gangbanged by over a dozen big juicy black cocks...where I learned the men in the club were not just lawyers and judges but prominent men from throughout the city.

I also left my job with the city and began working for Mr. 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 back serving black cock.

Samantha now works as a secretary at Mr. Cocksmith's firm and Candace has since become another member of the white sluts' club, has left her husband, and lives with me. Although we are not exclusive by any means, she has become a major part of my new lifestyle.

Do Candace and I eat each other's cunt? ... Is black cock black?

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 my cunt? ... Is black cock irresistible?

Am I happy being an unconditional submissive to black cock?

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 murder trial sucking his cock, ready to give labour any day, having already taken three loads down my throat from him in the past five hours, the answer is pretty obvious....

I am what I was born to be....a white slut for black cock....just like my slut mother, who I confronted a few days later, Samantha and I are turning her into a lesbian submissive too...and I wouldn't change a thing.

The end

[KKANE403]

I screamed bloody murder, "Fuuuuuuck, it huuuuurts."

"No pain, no gain," Matt quipped the generic cliché.

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," Judge Harmon smiled, enjoying revealing the names and seeing my shocked reaction.

"Whhhhhhho," I asked, the pain not going away as I got used to ten inches of black meat in my ass.

"Fuck yourself to orgasm, cum bucket," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," I obeyed, my building orgasm having disappeared instantly once my ass was torn apart...frustrated that another name was not revealed.

I began slowly moving back and forth on Jake's big cock the pain still sharp but bearable.

Judge Harmon said, "I want you to come all over my cock from getting your white ass fucked by black cock."

"I'lllllll try," I moaned, the idea of coming seeming rather impossible, but like childbirth where you knew the joys that followed the pain...I prayed the promised pleasure would come and then I would, too.

The pain didn't instantly disappear, but as I began to get into a constant rhythm, a pleasure began to build inside the very core of my existence.

"Tell me what you are, Mrs. Crutcher," Judge Harmon 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 it written all over my face?"

Judge Harmon roared again, making his cock vibrate in my cunt, as he answered, "Why yes it is."

My orgasm again beginning to build, the pain slowly fading to just a numbing inconvenience, I began fucking my ass faster wanting to become the ultimate slut...as ludicrous as such an idea seemed.

Samantha interjected, "Come Mikaela, come like the little slut you want to be."

"Ooooh, fuck," I whimpered.

"An ass slut, a cum slut," Samantha whispered into my ear, her hot breath enhancing the inevitable orgasm on the rise. 

A few moments later, my orgasm continuing to slowly build, a fire in my loins that was desperately trying to be released and start a prairie fire through me that may never end, I begged, "Master, please tell me what I am." I couldn't explain it, but each naughty name only enhanced the pleasure inside me.

"Name-calling gets you off?" Judge Harmon asked.

"It seems soooooo, although I didn't know that until tonight," I admitted, my body slamming back onto Jake.

Judge Harmon smiled and began calling me a variety of derogatory 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 for release when Judge Harmon added, bringing me over the top because of the naughty social taboo of the 'n' word, and yet another shocking revelation, "You're a nigger cock lover just like your mother," just as he bucked his ass up making his cock go unnaturally deep into my cunt.

"Shiiiiiiiit," I screamed, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my being as my long delayed, much needed orgasm flooded out of me. I didn't know such pleasure existed as wave after wave of intense gratification hit me.

As I crashed forward and onto him, Jake began slamming into my ass as I tried to come to grips with the stunning revelation that my mother was another submissive of the white sluts' club. My mother, who I barely ever talked to, her and I political opposites, was the most pretentious, racist woman I knew. She was also the mayor.

Yet, I couldn't focus on this revelation, as my orgasm was never-ending as I continued to be a vessel for their pleasure.

A couple of minutes later, my first orgasm complete, my second 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, so pulled into my new world of unconditional submission.

"In that big mouth of yours?" He asked, as he pulled out of my ass.

"Shut me up with that big juicy cock," I responded, self-demeaning myself.

"Get on all fours on the floor, slut," he ordered.

I quickly obeyed, thankful to change positions, although sad 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 shoved his massive python, which had just been in my ass for an eternity, into my mouth. The act was so taboo and twisted, sucking a cock that had just been in my ass, and I loved it. He held my head and fucked my face as I felt hands on my hips.

A second later, my cunt was filled again and I was being fucked from both ends, although I wasn't sure whose cock it was, I was pretty sure it was Judge Harmon's based on how full I instantly felt.

My second orgasm was quickly on the rise again when I felt a tongue on my clit and assumed it was Samantha's tongue. I moaned on Jake'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 to confirm it was Judge Harmon fucking my cunt. I begged, desperately wanting to feel my cunt filled with cum, "Harder, Master, fill your nigger loving white bitch slut with your cum."

Matt grabbed my head, turned me back around and shoved his cock in my mouth and I again was getting fucked from both ends.

I had never had multiple orgasms before and as my pleasure grew I wondered if the seemingly unbreakable seal of multiple orgasms could be indeed broken.

Judge Harmon slammed into me and asked, "You want my dominant seed shooting inside that white womb of yours?"

I don't know if it was the hypnotic control the black cocks had over me, my own insatiable hunger to come again, or the reality that I had always wanted another child, but I answered, without hesitation, taking Matt's cock out of my mouth, even though I knew I was ovulating and the risk of getting pregnant was definitely there, "Yes, Master, fill my cunt."

"Maybe knock you up like we did Amanda," he continued.

Matt laughed, "Yeah, who knows who the father is."

"Oh yeeees," I moaned, the idea somehow ridiculously 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 fucked my face as Samantha continued flicking my clit with her tongue...causing constant twitches throughout my entire body.

A few strokes later, Judge Harmon grunted, "Here it comes, my nigger baby carrier."

I screamed, the way he stressed the word 'my' as if I was his property and the derogatory term made the impossible possible as a second orgasm exploded through me as he filled me with his cum, "Yeeeeeeees." 

As soon as Judge Harmon was done shooting his load deep in my womb, he pulled out and Matt replaced him.

"Oh yes Matt, fill my cunt too," I moaned, no longer anything more than a cum bucket for black cock, even as my second orgasm still hadn't finished its journey through me.

Jake's still hard cock appeared in front of my face and I opened my mouth and took it in.

A couple of minutes later, Matt deposited a load in my cunt and Jake took his turn in my well-fucked cunt.

Samantha, who had crawled out from under me after my second orgasm, appeared in front of me, spread her legs and ordered, "Eat my cunt, slut."

Although briefly surprised by her name-calling, I was so into 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, each forward thrust slamming my face into Samantha's wet cunt.

A few minutes of licking and getting fucked hard and a third 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, knowing being 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, suddenly desperate 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 for her tongue on my clit to get me off as I screamed, "Yeees, you fucking cunt-licking slutttttt."

Samantha kept licking throughout my orgasm until I had to push her tongue and face away as my well-fucked pussy lips were suddenly super sensitive.

I lay there for an eternity, so thoroughly fucked I had no 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 and cigar and nodded, "Thank you, Masters."

"We called you a taxi, you should probably get dressed," Matt said, casually, now that he was done with me.

A sudden shame hit me at just how used I had just been and 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 me properly, "Not sure that is true," as I pointed to the cum leaking down my leg.

"Fuck, you are funny," Judge Harmon roared. 

I began getting dressed...knowing for better or worse my life had forever been changed. I asked, still not understanding how it was possible, "My mom is really a member of the white sluts' club?"

"Yes," Judge Harmon answered, "although I can't take credit for her addition."

"How?" I asked, unable to fathom the most racist 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 know the answer.

Dressed and getting ready to leave, Judge Harmon said with a smile, "Mrs. Crutcher, you're a very welcome addition to our white sluts' 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 cunt tingling again with the intrigue of my mother's sin, a sudden hunger for more cum hitting me like the white black cock slut I had become, I asked, "Can I take a load for the road?"

He laughed heartily, snapping his fingers and pointing to his cock, "Yes, Mrs. Crutcher, my eager white slut, you are a very welcome addition."

I dropped to my knees and eagerly took his big cock back in my mouth, wanting nothing more than one more load of his cum.

Behind me, I heard Samantha quip, "And you said I was the slut."

Epilogue:
It's nine months later and I am days away from giving birth to my third child. I may have gotten pregnant the day I became a slut for black cock or it could have been two days later, when I was initiated into the white sluts' club by being gangbanged by over a dozen big juicy black cocks...where I learned the men in the club were not just lawyers and judges but prominent men from throughout the city.

I also left my job with the city and began working for Mr. 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 back serving black cock.

Samantha now works as a secretary at Mr. Cocksmith's firm and Candace has since become another member of the white sluts' club, has left her husband, and lives with me. Although we are not exclusive by any means, she has become a major part of my new lifestyle.

Do Candace and I eat each other's cunt? ... Is black cock black?

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 my cunt? ... Is black cock irresistible?

Am I happy being an unconditional submissive to black cock?

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 murder trial sucking his cock, ready to give labour any day, having already taken three loads down my throat from him in the past five hours, the answer is pretty obvious....

I am what I was born to be....a white slut for black cock....just like my slut mother, who I confronted a few days later, Samantha and I are turning her into a lesbian submissive too...and I wouldn't change a thing.

The end

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