Due to a large number of requests, here is another part of the story. I hope you enjoy.
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I had waited until my husband had left Monday for his two week business trip. I got dressed in a short one piece mini sundress and high heals. I put my make up on thicker then normal for me and, as instructed, no panties or bra. As I drove towards the city, as always, I prayed that no one would notice me in any way. After all, it would not do well for a church going wife and mother to be seen this way in this town.
The drive to the city takes about one hour and it always gives me time to reflect. I thought about the months that had passed since Miss Jessica had taken over my body and soul. I thought about that last trip to the city where I was taken by a black man in the back of his van while Miss Jessica watched. To make matters worse, it was in a crowded mall parking lot. The whole time I feared that someone would notice and report us to security or worse, the police. Yet, there I was, taking the first black cock I had ever had and being made to say how much I liked being fucked by him. As I thought about it on this drive, I noticed a wetness starting between my legs. Damn it, part of me did like getting fucked by him. His cock was far larger then anything I had ever seen. At least four inches larger then my husbands average six inch cock. The humiliation was so intense, I cried through most of the fucking, even as I had multiple orgasms.
I arrived at the address given to me. I was surprised that it was a shoddy looking building with almost no windows. It almost looked like a warehouse. I noticed the van in the drive as being the same one I was fucked in. There were a few other cars there as well. I noticed that my pussy seemed wetter knowing that black man was here. I went to the door.
A woman answered the door. Well, woman is a strong term for someone that was lucky if she was even 18 yet. I noticed that she had a serious demeanor about her and simply told me to come in. I followed her to a room that was as large as a small warehouse would be. Light shone from the few high placed windows. I saw Miss Jessica talking to the owner of the van and, oh God, four other black men. Again, perhaps men was to strong a term as they looked as young as the girl. Only she looked like she was a rich little white girl and they looked like they came from the other side of the tracks.
All of them stopped to look at me. The girl pushed one hand up under my skirt for a moment and roughly massaged my pussy while her other hand fondled both my breasts. I felt the humiliation return as I knew she felt wetness. The five black guys looked and me with hunger which added to my shame and wetness. A signal from Miss Jessica and the girl stopped, but not before shoving one finger into my wetness. She smirked at me and joined the others.
"She has no underclothes on Miss, as you ordered." The girl said.
"Man, I cannot believe we are gonna get us some white pussy." One of the black guys said. The humiliation that this kid was talking about me like that increased my shame.
Miss Jessica motioned me to the center of the room. There was a single mattress on the dirty floor and it was covered with plastic.
"Here is how this works slut." She began.
