She giggled as she looked at the tent my cock was making in my pants.
"Maybe you should take that out before you hurt yourself," she said.
She was still playing with her tit, squeezing hard, pinching her nipple. From time to time her eyes would close as she lost herself in the sensation.
"I was a bad girl last night," she said, her eyes still closed. "Marcy was a very bad girl."
Her eyes opened and she looked at me as I slid the zipper of my jeans down. My cock sprang free, hard and purple looking.
"Oh," she said. "So you do like me." She kind of laughed at herself then.
"He made me suck him, the first guy. Well, all of them made me suck them. The first guy though, once he had me naked he pulled off his own clothing and pulled my head down to his cock." She was licking her lips and mauling her left breast as she said this, her eyes were fixed on my cock.
"His cock was bigger than yours and black of course. I didn't want to, at first. I cried and yelled, tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. It was different once his cock was in my mouth. Oh he was soooo hard. And big. His balls were huge too. I gagged at first, it was like he was trying to shove it all the way down my throat.
That was when I felt something touching my cunt. Do you like it when I say the word cunt?" she was looking at me when she asked that, before taking a big drink of her wine.
"Look," she said and pulled up her dress again. This time I could clearly see her pussy and the words "CUNT FOR BLACK COCK" written across her stomach in magic marker. The words where not written as neatly as the ones on her breast.
"I had to write that on myself," she said. "If I didn't write it they said they'd stop fucking me."
She had pale blonde hair on her pussy and her labia were bright red, swollen.
She stood up and the dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. I'd never seen a body like that before not even in a magazine. It was perfect except for the magic marker writing, and there were more of those.
She walked over to me and reaching down slid her soft hand over my very hard cock while she took a drink of her wine.
"You're not going to cum, are you?" she asked. "There still a lot more I have to tell you."
I couldn't speak, my throat was dry, all I could do was watch her walk over to the fan. Facing it, she spread her legs and put her hands behind her head, letting the air wash over her body.
"Turns out that the guy who had been taking the pictures had turned on the video camera and was licking my cunt," she continued. "And he was hitting all the right places."
"I guess I lost control. Suddenly that cock in my mouth tasted pretty good. All I could think of was the feeling in my cunt, and how deprived I must look naked between these two black guys. It felt sooo hot, and I was sooo horny."
She turned around then, her legs still spread, the air from the fan hitting her in the back. One hand trailed down her body. I watched one pale slender finger slide down the crack of her pussy then start moving in slow, lazy circles over her clit.
"My husband was only the second man I ever slept with, and there's been nobody since him. At least until last night. And I've only had my mouth on his cock maybe twice in our whole marriage."
"How did they get you to say the word 'cunt?'" I asked. It seemed a straight forward question, one that was driving me crazy.
"When I refused to say it the first time they dragged me down the stairs to the door that led to the street. I was completely naked and I had just been fucked. They told me they'd throw me outside with nothing on. I could hear people out there, and I could hear the music from the bars. I was really afraid. Begging them not to do it. Finally I agreed to say cunt.
