My mother must have had a crystal ball when she named me Uma after the actress. I was actually born 10 years before she became a kick-ass bitch in the first “Kill Bill” movie, but in the end, we both became kick-ass bitches. The major difference between us was that she is white and I’m black.
My name is Uma Parker and I’m a 5’6″, 125-pound tough bitch. I wasn’t always tough, but then neither was my namesake, Uma Thurman. I was a popular girl in high school, never lacking for dates with good looking guys. By the time I graduated from college, I had met the man who I thought would be the love of my life. Jerod was 6’2″ tall and weighed 195 pounds. He was strong and handsome and perfect in every way. I fell for him on our first date, and we were married a few months after graduating from college.
Jerod taught and coached basketball for three years and then became a middle-school principal. He continued to coach even after becoming the principal. Since he was the school district’s only black administrator, he could do pretty much whatever he wanted. I became a teacher in a neighboring district and was happily teaching chemistry and physics to high schoolers.
All seemed to be going well. We bought a nice house in a good neighborhood. I planted flowers and vegetables and Jarod worked on minor repairs and painting around the house. When we went out together, we would hear others say what a handsome black couple we made. Jarod would insist that I wear something to show off my curves whenever we were in public. I usually wore a short tight dress or a short skirt and tank top or something that would get his motor running. Although I didn’t really like it, he would roam his hands over my body in front of others, and he would get upset if I stopped him or said anything.
But then he began getting rough with me, and eventually he started hitting and beating me. I took it and covered the bruises with makeup for a few years until I couldn’t take it any longer. The night I told him that I wanted a divorce, he beat the shit out of me. I probably should have been taken to the hospital, but he held me in the house. Since it was summer, I didn’t have to go to work for a couple months so I had time to heal.
Well, I left him and got my divorce. I fought for half of our assets and, after threatening to show the court the pictures that I had taken with my phone and hidden in a secret email account, he gave in. When we were leaving the courthouse, he leaned near me and quietly said, “Some time I’m going to catch you without witnesses around and teach you not to fuck with me, bitch. You ruined my life.”
The next day, I enrolled in a karate class and spent the remainder of the summer black and blue and hurting as I learned the basic principles and theories of karate. I worked at it every day. And when school began, I worked at it four nights a week and on Saturday.
For the next four years, I managed to stay away from Jarod and watch my back. A week before my 30th birthday, I earned a black belt after many hours of practice and study. Even though I had my belt, I continued to learn, practice and take lessons to get better and better.
As it turned out, I was on my way home from the dojo one evening, and had stopped at a convenience store for donuts when I saw Jarod. He didn’t realize that I saw him when he quietly followed me out to the parking lot. My stomach was churning, but for some reason, I was concerned about my donuts. When I reached my car in the back of the lot, I quickly opened and tossed my bag of donuts on the seat, and then turned around.
Saving the donuts cost me, as his fist slammed into my shoulder. “Jarod, d-don’t… ” I yelled, but it was too late. His knee hit my leg and knocked me against my car.
“Thanks for parking away from the cameras you stupid cunt. Now it’s your word against mine,” he said as he shot his left hand towards my stomach.
At that point, my training kicked in and it only took me a few seconds to leave him crumpled on the asphalt with a broken finger, bloody nose and holding his stomach. I looked down and said, “Like you said, it’s your word against mine.” I got in my car a drove away.
The school year was going pretty well for me. I hadn’t thought much of Jarod since our little altercation in the parking lot, but I should have known that he would be up to something. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, one of the coaches at Jarod’s school was also proficient at karate, and Jarod convinced him to help him get back at me.
I agreed to meet a blind date at a restaurant several blocks from my small house. I wore a mid-thigh length skirt and a sleeveless blouse and walked to the restaurant. He was a handsome 45-year-old man and he was an attorney, but we both decided during dinner that it wasn’t going to work out so we shook hands and I began to walk home around 9:30.
There was just one block on my walk home that was kind of desolate, and wouldn’t you know it; that’s where Jarod and his pal decided to get even with me. I watched Jarod walking towards me, and prepared to defend myself when I felt my legs knocked out from under me by something hard. As I hit the ground and looked up, I saw Jarod’s friend, and fellow coach Manny Ramirez smiling down at me holding a small wooden bat.
My ex was still about 25 feet away and I noticed Manny staring at my legs and crotch since my skirt was now around my waist. I rolled away from him while he was temporarily distracted and jumped to my feet just in time to feel the bat hit my back and slam me into the building’s wall. The seam of my skirt ripped open to my waist. As I started to turn, I felt Jarod’s fist hit my jaw and I went down. I rolled towards his legs and knocked him to the sidewalk, and I heard Manny start to laugh at his friend.
“I’m gonna rough you up with this bat before I beat your skank ass, bitch. You gonna remember this night. I tried to roll away, but the streetlight pole and my ex stopped me from moving, and I lookiedup into Manny’s grinning face. Jarod jumped back to his feet and continued to block me against the pole as Manny raised the bat again. My blouse had ripped open before I fell. I knew I was finished so I closed my eyes waiting for the crushing blow from the bat.
I heard Manny shout, “What da fuck?”
I opened my eyes in time to see a hand holding the top of the bat. A second later, another hand smashed into Manny’s face. As Jarod turned to see what was happening, I kneed his leg as hard as I could and he fell next to me. I quickly jumped to my feet and saw Manny’s face bleeding as he jerked the bat free of the stranger’s hand. I felt Jarod grab my ankle at the same time so I stomped my foot onto his hand eliciting a howl as I felt the bones break when my heal crushed his hand. He lay on the ground sobbing and holding his hand.
I moved towards Manny but was too slow to stop the bat from swinging towards the stranger’s head. The stranger ducked and delivered a stabbing blow to Manny’s chest. Manny was stunned, but he brought the bat down on the stranger’s leg. As Manny started to lift the bat again, lifted the bat again, I rammed my foot into the side of his knee and heard the snap as he fell to the ground howling in pain. “You bitch,” he screamed. “You fucking bitch. You broke my knee. I’ll kill you.”
I took the bat from him and slammed it into his stomach. “Shut up, ass hole. If you hang out with stupid motherfuckers like Jarod, you better get used to getting your ass beat.”
I tossed the bat away and moved to check on the man who tried to save me. He was filthy and he smelled. He appeared to be a young white man about six feet tall. His clothes were torn and his hair was a dirty blond color. He rubbed his leg and then looked at me.
He looked at me and smiled. IAs we both stood there in pain from the attack of the bat, he said, “You’d better get going before these guys get up.”
“I… I c-can’t leave y-you,” I said.
“I-I’ll b-be OK. I’ll just go back into the alley and leave them.”
As I stepped back, I sensed something behind me. The stranger shoved me to the side and shot his foot straight in to Jarod’s face while he was starting towards my back. He went down like a sack of rocks.
“I’m Uma. Who are you?” I asked.
“M-my name is Jason. He started to grin, and said, “I was in the alley looking for food when these two attacked you.”
“Where do you live?”
“I, uh… I live around,” he said.
I quickly made up my mind. “Come with me,” I said as I put my arm around him. He smelled awful. We left the human trash behind us on the ground as we staggered down the street to my small house. I helped him in to my kitchen and he sat on one of my chairs. When he looked at me, I saw that his face was dirty, but he was actually kind of cute, as far as young white men go. I got each of us a cold beer and sat across from him.
He was staring at my chest and then I remembered that my blouse had been torn open. I stood and pulled my blouse together. When I stepped back and looked down, I also remembered that my skirt had been torn open to the waist leaving just a thin strip of material holding it on me. When I looked back at him, he was smiling a beautiful smile at me.
I looked into the young man’s face and said, “Thank you for coming to my rescue back there. I’ve been taking karate, but I don’t think I could have handled both of them.” He smiled at me again and nodded his head.
“How old are you, Jason?”
“20. How old are you, Uma?”
I smiled back at him. “I’m ten years older than you, young man.” He simply nodded his head. Neither of us said anything for a while, and then I asked, “Would you like to take a shower, Jason?” He smiled and nodded his head.
I showed him to the bathroom. “I’ll get you another beer,” I said as I handed him a towel and left the room. When I returned with his beer, I sat it on the bathroom counter as I saw the blurred outline of his naked body in my shower. I had never seen a naked white man before. I stood staring at his body, and he must have sensed me in the room.
He turned and slid the shower door open standing naked in front of me. My eyes traveled over his entire body and landed on his face. I couldn’t move. He was a damn good-looking guy. When I didn’t move, he slowly grinned and then held out his hand to me. I stood frozen to the spot looking at his handsome face and killer smile. I finally took a small step towards him. Then another, and before I knew it, I was in the shower with him. He kissed me and then slowly and gently removed my clothes. I was in a trance as his hands moved over my body.
Each time my brain would try to bring me back to the reality of this being a bad idea, he would kiss me again and move his hands up and down my back. He slowly and methodically washed my body, and then dried me when we got out of the shower. When he finished drying me, he kissed me again and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. By then I was so hot that I reciprocated with my own tongue. Our tongues dueled back-and-forth for a long time before I took his hand and led him into my bedroom.
As we lay next to each other, I was turned on by the contrast in our skin colors as his hands moved onto my breasts. He was extremely pale and I was a caramel color. He gently tweaked my hard dark nipples and I moaned. He kissed me again and his hand moved down across my stomach. I caught my breath and sucked in my stomach as his hand found my moist pussy. As he slid a finger into my pussy, he began kissing and nibbling on my nipples. “Ahhhh, yesss. Tha.. that feels s-so good, honey. Ohhhh!”
His mouth worked magic on my nipples as he fingered my pussy, first with one and then with two, and then three fingers. He gave me several orgasms, and I finally gave in and begged, “Please, honey. Please. I need to feel you inside me.”
He grinned evilly at me and then pulled his wonderful mouth away from my nipples. Then he slid his fingers from my pussy and I felt empty and was humping the air. He had a nice size cock, and when he rolled onto me and slid it in, I came immediately. He fucked me slowly and gently giving me another orgasm. He kissed me and squeezed my breasts as his cock moved in-and-out of my pussy. “Ohh yesss! Aarrrrrgggh! Aahhhhh!” I came over and over.
I don’t know how long he fucked me or how many orgasms I had. All I know is that this was the best that I had ever been fucked. And it was by a damn 20-year-old white kid. I may not have been a virgin when I was 20, but I sure couldn’t fuck like this kid could. Hell, I can’t fuck as good as he does now at the age of 30. He could have done anything he wanted to me.
Well, not only did he fuck me until I was a blithering idiot, but he also withdrew and came on my chest instead of blowing his load into me. As far as I was concerned, that showed that he was concerned about me getting pregnant, even though I was on the pill.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms. A couple of hours later, he slid a couple of fingers into my pussy and I awoke humping his hand. I rolled to him and shoved my tongue into his mouth as his fingers worked on my pussy. He rolled to his back and lifted me onto his chest. He gently pushed my body upwards until I was sitting on his face and his tongue was buried deep in my slit.
“Aaaaahhhh fuck! Yesss! Unnng!” I moaned and screamed as I came over and over under the machinations of his wonderful mouth and tongue. I flooded his face with my juices as he continued to eat my box.
I slid down his chest and mounted his hard cock and felt his hands grab my breasts. “Aaarrrrggggh!” I screamed as I came immediately. He pounded my black cunt for a long time and I lost track of the number of orgasms I had.
He said, “I’m going to cum,” as he tried to lift me from his cock.
My body fell on top of him and I begged, “Please cum inside me, honey. It’s OK.”
He pounded my cunt for a few more seconds and then blew his load into my wet fertile pussy. “Oh, Jason,” I sighed. “That was wonderful.” I rolled off him and lay beside him. I was quickly asleep.
He woke me one more time during the night for a repeat performance. I didn’t think I could do it again, but his hands moving on my body quickly changed my mind. I was completely under his spell as he used my body and had me screaming and moaning like a wanton whore. When he dumped his next load into my pussy, he lay beside my hot sweaty body and watched me fall asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I hurt and ached all over. My back hurt from getting hit with the bat and my pussy ached from being well used. The back of my legs hurt from the bat, and my breasts ached from his Jason’s magical hands manipulating them. As I lay in my bed stretching, I thought of the hot young man who had swept me off my feet last night. Is there really such a thing as ‘love at first sight?’ I looked over and noticed that Jason was gone, but I smelled coffee brewing. I smiled as I thought of the way he gently loved me last night.
I got out of bed and put on a tee shirt and wandered into my kitchen. The coffee had just finished, and as I looked at my coffee pot, I saw a note leaning against it. My stomach churned as I walked over and picked it up.
Dear Uma,
I know I’m not in your league, Uma, but if I was, I would certainly want to spend more time with you. Thank you for taking pity on a homeless vet and sharing your hot body with me.
J
A million memories of last night flashed through my mind as I fell to my kitchen floor crying.