Tears ran down my cheeks as the black cock rammed my pussy from behind. Jessica watched with a smile on her face as she often did. Here I was, in the back of a van in a mall parking lot, getting my white pussy violated by a black man while the woman who had become my Mistress watched with humor. Here I was submitting to yet another of her wicked desires.
I suppose I should explain a bit of how this came to be. My name is Kimmy Sullivan. I am a 38 year old married woman with one teen-age daughter. While pushing 40 and having a child, I have kept my body in nearly perfect shape. My breasts are still perky and, as I had been told on occasion, my ass was to die for. My husband once said that I was a 5'5 brick shit house, the comment made me blush. My husband is a high end business man who travels a lot and who is a respected member of the community and of our church. I too am a respected member of the church and admittedly, was nothing more then an average waitress in a small town before my husband came along almost 20 years ago. I was almost 19 when we married and had never been with a man and had been with no one else since, until recently that is. The town we live in is very small with only about 5,000 residents. There is only one church and almost everyone is a member, even if they do not attend on a regular basis. Once married, I left my job and became a full time house wife and later on, a mother.
Our house sits on a six acre plot with two others and there is nothing else for a couple miles in any direction. It was my dream home and my husband made sure to get it for me. Originally, there was to be more homes but with the economy and the small size of the town, the developers left it at three. One of the homes was occupied by the couple that own the local mini-mart. The other sat empty for quite some time. I remember the day that Jessica and her mother moved in next door. I found out that her father had passed away and her mother bought the house with the life insurance money to move out of the big city. Nice to be an hour from the big city, her mother had told me. I was thrilled to have a couple women next door that I could socialize with when my husband was out of town.
One day, as my husband was away on business, I had gone over to take a pie as a gift. I did not see their car and assumed that Jessica's mother, Ann, was not home. No problem I figured as I could just leave it with Jessica. I went around back when there was no answer at the door and that is when my life changed.
I froze when I saw her on the back patio. She was completely naked and playing with herself in a lawn chair. I am not talking cards here, she was full on masturbating. I stood there dumbfounded. Part of me wanted to yell at her for sinning in such a way. Part of me wanted to just quietly walk away. However, for reasons I may never understand, I just stood and watched. More shocking then that was the effect it was having on me. I noticed that I was becoming aroused. Shame hit be like a fist and for the same unknown reasons, that shame only fed the arousal. I was still standing there watching, very aware of my own wetness, when Jessica noticed me. I thought I would die from embarrassment. She looked me in the eyes and smiled. She motioned for me to come over to where she was. I do not know what the hell I was thinking. I was just so embarrassed that I went over to where she was without any real thought. Some part of me thought that maybe it would not seem like I was a pervert if I went to her.
I started to say something and she put a finger to my lips. Her other hand went to the snap of my denim shorts. In seconds my shorts were at my ankles.
"What are you doing Jessica?" I managed to say.
"Shut up and I will not tell my mother that you were trespassing and peeping at me on our property!" She replied.
I was shocked, scared and had no idea how to respond. Jessica took advantage of that. Her hand grabbed me at the back of my head and pulled me to her. Our lips met in a kiss even as her other hand forced its way between my legs.
"STOP JESSICA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled.
Her reply shocked me, humiliated me and perhaps defeated me.
"What am I doing Mrs. Sullivan? Question is, what are you doing? Look how wet you are!"
Her fingers had found their way to my pussy and for the first time in my life, someone was touching me there other then myself or my husband. I realized at once that she was right, I was soaked. My panties were wet and her finger slipped into my pussy with ease. I went flush with humiliation.
"Jessica, please stop it." I said.
"I don't think so Mrs. Sullivan. She replied.
Here was this 18 year old teenage girl, that sometimes hung out with my daughter, doing something to me that only ONE other person had done to me my entire life. Oh my god, she was young enough to be my daughter and the only relief I felt was that my own daughter was staying the night at a friends in town.
The humiliation continued as she nearly ripped my panties off me and continued to massage my clit and finger my pussy. My eyes stung with tears that will welling up and yet, I just stood there and let it happen. I am still not sure if it was the fear that she would tell Ann or something else that held me there. All I knew was that I was shamed and humiliated beyond words and for some dark, sinful reason, it was feeding my arousal beyond a point I had ever been.
Jessica took a break from violating me and pulled my shirt off. She then removed my bra and panties while I submissively allowed her to. She smiled a wicked smile and licked a tear that had run down my cheek. Then she kissed me again before pushing me to my knees. There, I came face to face with her pussy. I wanted to look away, get up, run, something. However, I simply knelt there and stared at it. Being blond, Jessica's sparse pubic hair looked almost non-existent. She pulled my head towards her pussy.
"Please, no Jessica, please." I said without looking away.
With that she pulled my hair back, forcing me to look in her eyes and said,
"Feel your pussy Mrs. Sullivan! Do it!"
More tears fell as I did as she ordered.
