I hung the phone up, very upset. My husband had been on the line, telling me that he would not be home from his business trip for our daughter's birthday.
"How often does your daughter turn 18?" I had asked him.
I knew it was not his fault. His career often took him away for weeks at a time. But this was a big deal and I knew that Maggie, our daughter, would be crushed.
Add to that the fact that I knew Miss Jessica would use the extra two weeks to abuse me even more then she had the last two weeks. It was a rule that I had to inform her when my husband was out of town. These past two weeks I had been used by over a dozen different men, mostly black, and ordered to masturbate to orgasm once every hour when Maggie was not home. My clit was sore and my pussy raw. Damn, speaking of that, it was almost time to masturbate again. I dare not miss the time as it was set up that I masturbated in our spare bedroom. The window of this room faced Miss Jessica's bedroom window and if she checked and I was not there, well, I did not want to know the exact consequences. Miss Jessica was home a lot and always checked by looking through the binoculars she made me buy for her. As I climbed the stairs to our second floor, I could already feel the wetness starting between my legs. I hated the fact that this continued humiliation had this effect on me. I wanted more then anything to be a faithful, God loving wife and someone that my daughter could look to as a role model. Yet, I had become the very thing that Miss Jessica said I was, a slut. I dropped all my clothes in the hall and went to the bed. I laid down and removed the large dildo from it's hiding spot. At least everything was ready for Maggie's party tomorrow evening. She had told me that she invited a few select friends and that she did not want anyone else coming over. I agreed and let her make the plans.
I thought of the beautiful young woman she had become as I slid the dildo into my pussy. Shamefully, I thought of her sitting in the chair in the room as I fucked myself with the dildo. I became painfully aware of how sore my clit was and, perhaps in some way to punish myself for thinking of my daughter, I started slapping my clit hard as I forced the entire length of the rubber cock into my pussy. I glanced out the window and saw Miss Jessica. Humiliation doubled as I noticed someone standing next to her. I could not see who it was as they were standing in the shadows of Miss Jessica's room.
Suddenly, the phone rang and I answered it.
"Do not stop for 30 minutes this time slut." Miss Jessica ordered.
Darn it, normally one orgasm and I could stop. Miss Jessica knew I was multiple orgasmic and once I had one, they rolled in one after another, usually only a minute or so apart.
"Yes Miss." I replied and hung up the phone.
I assumed that she was entertaining someone at my expense. This added to my shame and humiliation and the first orgasm hit. I wanted desperately to stop, even for a moment, but I knew better so I continued the assault on my pussy. I thought that maybe the person she was with would come over and that I would be forced to fuck whoever it was. This thought brought on the second orgasm as so far, Miss Jessica had not made me soil the sanctity of my home with me fucking someone else in it.
"God, forgive me." I thought as I continued to abuse myself.
30 minutes and 13 orgasms later, I was done. I hoped that Miss Jessica and her friend were entertained as the 15 total orgasms left me so weak, I could barely walk. The phone rang again.
