“Okay,” she said, taking in a deep breath, “here goes.” She paused again before continuing. “I’ve told you a bit about some of the guys I dated before we met. But I haven’t told you everything. I guess I, um, how do I say this, I love sex. I mean I can’t get enough sex. It’s like I’m addicted or something.
“In high school, I had a name. You know, I was easy. All the guys knew that I would fuck on the first date. I knew everyone talked about me, but I didn’t care. I mean, I guess I liked it. I liked it that guys would literally fall all over me at school. All I had to do was snap my fingers and guys came running, meeting my every need. And, in return, I would fuck them. You asked me one time why I never had a boyfriend for more than a couple of months. Well, I guess it was because I could never be faithful to one guy. I tried, mind you. I tried hard. But it was useless. I wanted to fuck at least once a day, and my boyfriends just couldn’t satisfy me enough.”
“Don’t rush.” I said, interrupting. “I want to hear the entire story. Tell me about some of the encounters.
She looked at me without saying anything. I could tell she was unsure how to proceed. I wasn’t angry or upset. I was calm.
“You mean details? Well, let’s see. In my four years of high school, I fucked most of the football team. I was always considered good looking, so the cute guys were always all over me. I loved it. I loved to see the reaction I could cause on a guy. I mean, I would stand by my locker and rub my tits when I knew a guy was watching. I would stare at him and touch myself. It was such a turn on to see the bulge grow in his pants.
“During my last year of school, I got really daring. I started fucking guys at school, doing it behind the stage in the auditorium, or in a classroom that wasn’t being used. Most of the girls at school hated me, but they were just jealous. I was probably the most powerful female in the school. I could literally get a guy to do anything for me. Sometimes I would get two guys to fight over me. Telling them that whoever won would have a night of pleasure with me. They would go nuts to win. Mind you, many times I would end up fucking the loser a few days later.
“Probably the most daring thing I did in school happened the last month of my senior year. My math teacher was a married guy about 35 years old. He was really cute, but that wasn’t what turned me on about him. It was obvious that my reputation had preceded me to his class, and I would catch him stealing glances at me during the class. It was the first time I realized that I could turn on older men as well as the boys around me.
“I thought about it for a month. Finally, I decided to go for it. I was going to seduce him. I purposely started to struggle with my math homework, submitting incorrect work almost daily. After a few weeks of bad grades, I approached him after class, asking if I could meet get some extra help on my math work. He agreed and suggested I come to his office after school and we would discuss the areas of concern.
“I was horny all day thinking about that meeting. I showed up at his office with my top undone a little further than it should be. I had removed my bra and panties before going to his room, just to make sure we had quick access.
“We started out talking about math. Or at least I did, he had trouble concentrating, and I could feel his eyes glued to my tits. Finally, I just spoke out, as blunt as I could, and asked him if he liked the view. Well, he got so flustered and turned beet red. I just laughed and told him that I enjoyed having him look, and offered to give him a better view. He didn’t say anything, so I just stood up and took off my top, exposing my eighteen year old breasts to him. I moved around the desk and stood in front of his chair and pulled his face into my chest.
“He was a little rough with me, I have to admit. I mean, it’s not everyday the math teacher gets to enjoy a fresh cunt. His hands moved so fast over my body, and before I knew it, I was bent over his desk and he was pounding his rod into my pussy from behind. It was so big compared to the boys who had fucked me. I was so turned on, and I must have cum about three times while he pumped me. As he started his orgasm, he pulled out and his load pumped all over my back. It was such a turn on for me to feel his hot semen on my skin. I guess that’s where the turn on about the black guy you saw me with comes from, but I’ll talk about that later.”
Crystal paused for a second, adjusting in her chair. I could tell she was starting to get turned on telling me her story, but she didn’t want to show it. After all, she still didn’t know what my reaction was going to be.
She continued. “After high school, I tried to slow down a bit. And then I met you, and fell in love. I was completely faithful to you from the time we met, through our engagement, and up until about six months ago. Honestly.
“I did have a lot of fantasies about guys, and found that I had to masturbate every day, but I stayed faithful to you. I love you so much and don’t want to ever lose you. I was just so horny. Fortunately for me, you have a high sex drive also, so at least I got to enjoy you almost every day. But it wasn’t enough, so I found myself masturbating with my vibrator whenever you were gone out. I tried to tell you a few times, but was afraid that you would be upset and would hate me for how I felt. So, I didn’t say anything.
“About six months ago, you and I went out for the evening with Dave and his wife. I don’t know if you remember the night or not, but we drank a lot, and had way too much fun. You didn’t feel like dancing, and Dave’s wife was a little too drunk to get on the dance floor, so Dave and I spent a lot of time in each other’s arms.
“I guess the feel of another man so close to me was too much. He had a hard-on and it was pressing against me, almost calling me. I was consumed with the temptation, and he was flirting like crazy. His hands were all over me on the dance floor, grabbing my ass and even pressing against my breasts a few times. I was overcome with lust by the end of the evening, and I finally had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and take care of my pussy.
“I didn’t see him, but I guess Dave followed me down to the restrooms. He was drunk enough to boldly follow me into the ladies room. We didn’t say a word. We just moved into one of the stalls and fucked hard. It was a quickie, with both of us cumming almost immediately.
“I felt so guilty when I went back upstairs. You didn’t suspect a thing, though. I think you were too focused on the women on the dance floor, I could tell you were checking them out. Dave’s wife was so pissed she just put her head down and fell asleep at the table.
“I couldn’t sleep all night. I lay in bed watching you snore, thinking about what I had done. I knew that Dave would be back for more, and I feared I was going to revert back to the old me. But I had already blown it. I had been unfaithful to you. And, I guess I just gave up. I resolved myself to the fact that I was a sex addict, and that I couldn’t help myself. I know it sounds like an excuse, but it’s true.
“So, I started fucking Dave on a regular basis. We did it about once a week when you were out on appointments, and almost everyday while you were away on your training sessions. I became consumed with sex again. In a way, I was lost in it.
“Dave thinks he’s the only one, but he’s not. I’m back to how I was in high school, ready and willing to fuck just about any guy who wants me. I’m using my body and my sexuality to control men, and I can’t believe how turned on I still am about it.”
She was getting hot now, and could no longer hide it from me. Her one hand was rubbing her tits, the other wanting desperately to move between her legs, but she was trying to stop from doing it.
“Tell me about the black guy.” I said, my voice monotone.
“His name is Andrew. I met him at the supermarket earlier that day. We literally bumped into each other. I smile at him and looked him over. Suddenly, he said to me, ‘I know your type, lady. You need to be taught a lesson from a big black man, and I’m the guy to do it. Give me your address and be ready for me tonight. I will tell you what to do once I’m there.’
“I was shocked, but so turned on. I don’t know how he knew, but he did. So, I gave him our address and was ready for him that night. When he arrived at the house, he walked in and immediately told me to take him to the bedroom. There was no small talk or anything. We went upstairs and he sat down on the chair and told me to dance for him. Basically, I just did what I was told. I danced and he directed me. He told me to turn around and bend over so he could teach me a lesson. He was very graphic and very blunt. I remember his words so clearly, ‘Turn around and bend over! I’m going to fuck you like the bitch you are.’
“When he entered me, I thought I would die. He was so big! Even the dildo you bought me is smaller than he was. I felt completely filled with his cock. It stretched and pushed at my pussy, every movement rubbing against my clit. It was incredible.
“He spoke the entire time he fucked me. He was so dirty, so graphic, so harsh. And then he spanked me with something. It hurt like hell, but god, it turned me on. He kissed the spot where he had hit me, and the feel of his lips on the sting was sensational. But it was his cock that did it. I have never felt anything so big inside of me. It seemed like I came on every second pump of that massive tool. I don’t know, maybe it was just one big orgasm from the moment he began fucking me with it.
“He was so big in me that I could feel the blood pulsating through it. I mean, I could feel how alive his cock was inside me. I wanted him in me forever. I knew that the pleasure I was receiving from his cock was something beyond anything I had ever had. I’m sorry if I’m being too honest, Pete, you do bring me incredible pleasure, but that cock was too much.
“He made me beg him for more. He said that if I didn’t plead with him to keep fucking me, that he would take his cock and go home. I couldn’t handle even the thought of it not being in me, so I did exactly what he said. I couldn’t believe the language coming out of my mouth, but I begged and pleaded with him to fuck me. I told him I was his bitch and deserved to be fucked doggy-style. I told him that I would do anything for him and that he was my master and I was just a pussy slave for him.
