Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Jenny looked around and finally decided, "Well, why don't we just see what happens?"

I laughed heartily, "Oh Jenny darling, I may have created a monster!"

After Jenny had spent some time gazing around the club and remarking on further points of interest, all of them scandalous, she finally said, "I have to pee."

I pointed to where the nearest bathrooms were and informed her "Anything goes in there too, so don't be surprised by what you see or by what you might be asked to do." "Um, ok," she said.

Jenny got up, looked at me one last time, and headed to the washroom. I got up immediately after she left and approached three ladies sitting at a nearby table and spoke right up, "Hello, you three ladies are all quite attractive. I'm not one for small talk; I'm horny, my slave is in the bathroom with who knows what happening to her and I need an orgasm. If one of you would be willing to eat my delicious pussy, please come over to my table, tell me your name and then crawl under the table to please me."

Without pausing for a response, I then turned and walked back to my table. I watched as the three girls engaged in animated discussion and after a couple minutes a short, plump, dirty-blonde, mid-twenties girl in an ugly flower sundress approached me.

She greeted, "Hi, my name is Zelda."

I said, "Hi Zelda, you're here to eat my pussy." It wasn't a question, of course.

She blushed and replied, "Yes."

"Why did you choose to come over?"

"I find you very pretty and I was turned on by your aggressiveness."

"I see. Have you eaten a lot of pussy before?"

"No, I've only been into girls for the last couple of months."

"Have you eaten out your friends?"

"Debbie, the chubby girl in blue, is my girlfriend so yes many times, but only recently; Ophelia is just here to watch; she's actually straight, and engaged to be married to a man in a couple of months."

"I see; well, I think I like you, so why don't you get to work?"

"Yes ma'am," she responded and crawled under the table.

I asked her to remove my panties, which she did, and then I opened my legs so she could begin her meal. Her two friends were watching as their friend disappeared under my table. A couple minutes later Jenny returned to the table but hesitated when she noticed I had a guest.

I reassured her, "It's ok Jenny, take a seat. How was your bathroom break?"

"Educational," she responded.

I chuckled, "I thought it would be. What did you see? You weren't gone long enough to join in on any action, were you?"

"No," she responded, "I walked in and a couple of ladies were just fixing their make-up, so I went and found an empty stall. As I sat down I heard some moaning from the stall to my right and realized the club had provided a peephole, an elegant-looking one about an inch-and-a-half in diameter with a stainless steel rim, then decorated top and bottom with painted eyelashes, of all things! I decided not to look, but as I went tinkle, I became fascinated by the moans and the dirty talk. " "What was said?" I asked.

"Eat my cunt you whore, and make me cum you fucking dyke.' She didn't sound angry, but she didn't sound very nice, either. Or maybe she was just treating the other lady... her whore, I guess... the way she wanted to be treated.

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"I finished going pee and decided I had to know what they looked like. So I did peek and saw a very large naked black woman with a clothed, skinny white girl between her legs. The black woman's breasts were larger than anything I could ever imagine and I was mesmerized by them. Her nipples were large and hard.

I jumped when she announced in a booming voice, "Whore, it looks like some other whore is watching us. Look over there and let her admire your face with my pussy juice all over it." The girl looked up and grinned at me right through the peephole with her face dripping with juice. She couldn't have been older than twenty, but the sight of her happy face drenched in pussy juice got me really hot. I finally panicked a bit so I jumped up and left. The black woman called out, "Oh honey, you'll be back, no one can resist my nectar, so when you do come back, knock twice and when I answer, cry out loud enough to fill the room, 'I am a white whore who needs black pussy!' I couldn't help calling back, "Maybe!" then quickly washed my hands as I heard her scream, 'I'm cumming, slut!' A couple girls at the next sink beside me smirked at the stunned look on my face, but they didn't say anything as I rushed out of there.

I moaned (because Zelda was doing excellent work down there) as I said, "That was Big Rosie; she pretty much lives in that stall. She can be very nice if you prove yourself, but she has an extremely high opinion of herself that everyone, including me, agrees with. I really like her. You want to go back and pleasure her, don't you?"

"I don't know."

"Well, the fact that you didn't say no when she spoke to you means that you do. And it will definitely be worth your while: Rosie has one of the most delicious pussies you'll ever taste! Usually when the place is really hopping, there's a long line of pussy eaters waiting to go into her stall."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever... um..."

"Have I ever been between Rosie's black tree-trunk legs?"

"Yes?"

"Oh, a few times. Although like her, I enjoy being in charge. So I'm usually the one being eaten out. Never by Big Rosie, but there are always plenty of submissive sluts around, enough to satisfy not only us, but also many more dommes." "Oh."

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I looked over at Zelda's two friends and imperiously raised an arm over my head and snapped my fingers for both of them to come over. They talked to each other for a bit, debating whether they should. Zelda's girlfriend Debbie prevailed and they both walked over to my table.

Before they arrived, I said to Jenny, "The tall one isn't a lesbian; want to see if I can get her between my legs?"

"Sure, but why would she do that if she isn't a lesbian?"

"Oh, she's curious. I've kept my eye on her as she watched me and some other people."

The two arrived and I greeted, "Hi, I'm Megan and this is my slave Jenny."

Debbie replied, "Hi, I'm Debbie and this is my friend Ophelia."

Following my gestured invitation to sit down, they each took a seat at my table.

I smiled, "You're Ophelia the tragic Hamlet character?"

Ophelia sighed, having endured this constant question for many years, "The one and only."

I continued, "Of course Ophelia died because of a forbidden love that she couldn't fulfill."

Ophelia contemplated that summation and replied, "Well, the rejection of her love and her father's death did drive her crazy."

"Or," I toyed, "The fact that she couldn't have the forbidden joy she so desperately wanted and craved, led her to become so obsessed by its lack that she went insane."

"Well, that is a reach," Ophelia prevaricated.

"I don't think so," I said. "But just a minute please, your friend is getting me close." I pressed both my hands on the table and awaited my approaching orgasm. It took another minute, but a small but pleasant orgasm had me shaking the table slightly. I said, "Zelda thank you, you may come out now."