Hello, there. My name is Gina Jean. I am a plump, forty-something black woman of Haitian origin living in the grime-infested city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. I live with my husband and brats on the west side. Like many black chicks in the old hood, I'm not much in the face or personality departments but I've got a thick body, big tits and a big ass. Who needs a cute face or a big brain? My big ghetto ass keeps the horny guys coming back for more. They put up with all my bull shit because they want a piece of my fat ass. That's the only reason why they come to me. And I use it against them to get what I want in life. That's the nature of the game. So it has been between men and women since the beginning of time.
My profession is nursing and I work at a nursing home in Plymouth. My avocation, however, is bitching. I majored in that in college. Sometimes, I just love acting like a bitch. I annoy, berate and accuse the men and women around me for no good reason. It's just a hobby of mine. Just bitching at its finest, know what I mean? It's easy to do that when you've got no conscience. All the ladies in the world know what I'm saying. We can do anything without feeling guilty. By my own admission, I am a self-described bitch with an attitude problem. Sometimes, I need to be taken down a peg or two and there's only one man for the job. Only one man can tame me and make me feel like a real woman by bringing to my knees. I'll tell you all about this man.
Jerome Baptist, also known as the Master, is a tall, good-looking Haitian stud in his early thirties who lives on the west side of Brockton, not far from the local high school. He's really a mystery man whose good looks and masculine mystique got all the bitches in the hood talking. And I am not an exception by any means. Well, I flirted with Mr. Baptist and he responded in kind. Since then, my life just hasn't been the same. He is a wild man, in every sense of the term.
When I showed up at Baptist house for a little sexing, he was quick to show me who's boss. He just grabbed me and told me to get on my knees. Ooh, I don't know about you but I just love a dominant man. Seriously. I get chills just thinking about it. Baptist would order me to get naked and show him the goods. I would get naked and show him my plump body, big tits and big ass. He told me that he had seen better-looking women in the hood but he would work with me anyway. He told me to suck his cock and lick his asshole. When I hesitated, he smacked me. Hard. It sounded like thunder. I was stunned. Baptist grabbed my face and told me that he was the master here. I would do as I was told or else. I nodded, trembling. I now knew better than to cross my master again.
After I got done sucking my master' s cock and balls, he told me to lie down on a large wooden table in his basement. Like a good slut, I did as I was told. The master told me to spread my legs and I did. He dipped two fingers into my snatch and smelled it. I looked into my master's face and saw his displeasure. He coldly told me that next time he saw me, I had better use vaginal deodorant, or else. I nodded, embarrassed. The master took a long plastic double-headed dildo and began inserting it into my pussy. I gasped as his special instrument entered me. It felt rather cold. I asked him to take it easy. A loud smack of his turned my face a darker shade of brown. He told me to quit whining. I wisely shut my mouth.
