White lawyer turned into a submissive slut for black cock

“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 horsy and go along for a ride,” Samantha, my more outgoing sexually promiscuous friend, added.

“I wouldn’t even know how to get on the horsy 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 horsy 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.

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