I was staring into my mirror, trying to will myself to regret. Dusty wasn't answering his phone, and I didn't know what else to do. He was furious, he had every reason to be. I'd betrayed his trust. I'd betrayed the sanctity of our marriage. In my quest for fulfillment, I'd been extremely unfaithful. I'd been an utter whore. I should have felt horrible, selfish, disgusting even, but somehow, I didn't. I never wanted to hurt him, but I felt so good. Everything I'd done still felt right. It still felt good. If anything, I mostly just felt relieved that it was all out in the open now. I felt relieved that the secrets were finally over. I'd never been any good at keeping secrets anyway, especially not from Dusty. He's always known me too well.
I was interrupted by my phone buzzing. I'd gotten a text from Tremaine and he was in deep shit. I had joked with him over the weekend about introducing me to his College's football team. Tremaine's the V-Tech major who records their games, so I figured he'd have the hook-up. It didn't work out that way, apparently they bully him pretty bad. I told him I might be able to help, also mostly joking, but I didn't count on them losing last night's game and taking it out on him this morning. He texted me from the locker-room, to break the news. They'd cornered him in there and he offered me up as a consolation prize. Look, I'm not saying that under ideal circumstances, I wouldn't jump at the chance to get my hands on an entire HBU football team, but these weren't ideal circumstances. Still, he was sweet and I didn't want him to get hurt, so I told him to stall. I told him that I'd be there when I could, but I had a stop to make.
I went to my friend June's house, gave her the short version and a black sharpie. Then I stripped down, and she started writing.
I needed something to distract a bunch of testosterone fueled college ball players. I needed something that would touch them in a primal manner. June wrote "Black Cock Connoisseur" across my back. I argued that we should keep it simple, that they were jocks, and June just scoffed. She wrote "Please Use Black Entrance" right over my ass, and "I Swallow" on my stomach. My eyes wandered the room, and I noticed a sizable anal trainer on her desk.
"I need to get one of those, I'm not very good at anal." I said, motioning towards it.
"Oh? I just got a new one, haven't even opened the packaging, it's yours if you want it." She said while writing "Black Cock Addict" on the inside of my left thigh
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"I'd love that, do I just wear it whenever?" I asked, looking down at what she was writing and blushing.
"If you're really going through with what you're talking about, I'd put it in now and keep it in until you get there." She said, not looking up.
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
"Our team has twenty permanent players, Shi." She said, writing "Black Owned" on my left ass cheek.
"Oh..." I said, not sure if I sounded more excited or intimidated.
"Shi, if you get wet while I'm writing, it's going to mess everything up." June said, snapping me out of my fantasy.
"Sorry..." I mumbled out of embarrassment.
"So what are you wearing?" She asked as she wrote "Fill With Black Cum" on my right ass cheek and drew an arrow pointing to my asshole.
"Probably a red tank top and a blue skirt, definitely my sneakers, don't want to lose my balance in a shower." I said.
"No bra, no underwear?" She asked, drawing hearts over the words "Black Owned".
"No, don't really see the point. Hey, thanks for doing this, June." I said, knowing that not many friends would write lewd things on someone's body so they can go get gangbanged by strangers.
"Don't worry about it, I'm only doing this in the hopes that you'll share one day." She said with a giggle. Then she wrote "Black Boy's Toys" under my tits, with arrows leading to them.
"I'll make you a deal, after tonight, I'll hook you up with Tremaine." I said.
"Just one?" She said, shooting me a frown while drawing hearts around my nipples.
"Just to start with, then I'll introduce you to Darnell's clients if you're up for it." I said, watching her write "Cum Slut" on the inside of my right thigh and then "Black Meat Only" right above my aching, dripping pussy.
Every touch of the pen sent shivers over my body. It wasn't just the sensation, it was the words on my skin. It felt like I was finally totally accepting what I was becoming. As she scrawled "Feed Me Hot Cum" on my upper right arm, I laughed at the situation.
I was quite literally wearing my heart on my sleeve. Then, just as I was considering the implications of my inner desires scrawled on my skin, she wrote something that would change my life forever.
June took the marker and scrawled "Queen Of Spades" across my chest in huge letters.
Looking at the words in June's vanity mirror, I decided to go further.
"Write some stuff on my face, I don't want to hide anything." I said with a wicked grin.
"Are you sure, Shi? I mean, what about your husband?" She said, holding the marker inches away from my face hesitantly.
"Life's too short to be unhappy, June." I said confidently, "Now make it something really slutty."
There's a big difference between driving somewhere. and driving there with "Black Sperm Receptacle" written on your cheek.
Even more so if "Please Feed The Whore" is written on the other cheek.
Strangely enough though, I wasn't nervous at all. I was enjoying the stares, enjoying the objectification. I was embracing my passion, and showing it to the world. Or at least I was showing it to all of downtown Atlanta.
When I reached the school, I made a bee-line for the gym. Luckily, June had the foresight to show me a map, so I knew where the showers were and I didn't have to go to the reception desk and ask where all the players were with all the writing on. Not that I would have minded at that point, I was still riding the high of driving with it on, but I doubt the receptionist would have been particularly helpful in my case. Most of the people had cleared out by the time I crossed the field, but through the haze of excitement, I couldn't quite decide if that was a good thing or not. I walked through the double-doors, and practically bounded up the stairs, almost drunk with anticipation.
I was thrilled with finally being the real me. With everything that had been buried deep inside of me, finally out facing the world. I made it to the door to the showers just in time to hear Tremaine shouting "She'll be here any minute, I promise." I stepped out of my skirt, pulled off my shirt, and strode in like I owned the place.