Blac Male 'd'

CHAPTER 2. This is a story of Fiction. Please enjoy.

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"Oh My Gawd, Jamal, did you video us!" Seeing Jamal, fiddling with his phone, I just realized he captured the events of the last 20 minutes.

"Yea, I did it while you were too busy slobbin' on my knob," he said matter of factly.

Looking at myself in my driver mirror, I saw the horror. Cum on my face, in my hair, and on my dress. Not caring one bit, Jamal upped the ante.

"So now, how would Principal Harris feel, realizing she hired a porn slut to her faculty?"

Hearing the repulsive language, I wanted to die. Panicked, that he even learned as much of me, and my boyfriend as he did, I tried to reason with him.

"Look, you had your fun. You got a blow job from your teacher. Isn't that every boys' dream?," Fidgeting, I tried to play it off with a pathetic chuckle.

"That was just a start Victoria, Kara, whatever the fuck, your whore ass, goes by." Hearing how, truly, sick and disrespectful he is, I sat, silent. Continuing, Jamal added, "So....," he said, with a shit eating grin on his face, "Here's what I propose, 1. There will be MANY more blow jobs; 2. We will be fucking, quite often; 3. I EXPECT, you dressed, resembling how you look, from now on; 4, you WILL be at my whim, WHENEVER, I desire; 5. No one else will know, IF, you do everything I just told you; ANY drama, I send one little piece at a time, to Mark, and the school."

With my mind racing and the panic set in, I resignedly asked, "I take it Marcus and Tyrell will be part of this, also?"

Pointedly, he answered, "That's up to you. I plan on not sharing you, but, if you wish to fight me, then, I guess everyone will get you."

Seeing the time, and badly needing to get home, I asked Jamal if we could talk more about all this tomorrow, reminding him, just being seen in a vehicle together could get us both, especially myself, in trouble.

"We can do that, but give me your cell number first," he said, "But, tomorrow, wear a shorter dress, and show more of those legs."

"Jamal, please." My pleas falling on deaf ears, I gave him my number, then we left the area.

Arriving home, I quickly shed my clothes and took a shower. Once finished, I saw a few texts on my phone. One from Mark, and 2 from Jamal. One was a picture of me, eyes closed, giving him a blowjob. The 2nd said, "Everything I do, is up to you Miss Marshall, think carefully."

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I sighed. "Oh my God, what am I going to do?"

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The next morning, my phone buzzed from my nightstand. Seeing 3 messages, I saw 1 from Mark, and 2 from Jamal. Being it, now Thursday, I loathed the messages I would read.

"I know you're suppose to go to an event with your boyfriend on Friday, but you're going to cancel on him," The text began. "We have a date that night, so make up a lie. I won't accept any excuses; Figure it out. Dress appropriately for me at school today."

With my anxiety rising, I needed to find a way out of this mess. Knowing any relationship between a teacher and a student is against the law, let alone district policy, I had to try and convince Jamal, someway, not to move forward with this. Cancelling on Mark now, would be difficult to explain, as he had some sort of banquet on Friday. As I took a shower, I thought about ways to dissuade him.

After my shower, I began dressing for the day. Producing a white front button dress with a floral design, I also pulled out my 4" pair of white, pointy, close toe, pumps. Slipping into a pair of suntan pantyhose, I pulled them over my white lace panties. Applying makeup, and fixing my hair, I put on my glasses, grabbed my bag, and proceeded to school. Stopping at Starbucks, I bought a Peppermint Mocha latte, with extra pumps of espresso.

Arriving at school, I made my way to the entrance. Passing by students and other faculty members, I was dreading my 1st period class, knowing Jamal would be expecting me dressed, "appropriately."

Entering my classroom, I saw a small envelope on my desk, "Read it. NOW," was all it said. After putting my bag down by my desk and pulling my laptop out, I opened the letter.

"Move my seat to the front left desk. I want to be able to see under your dress when you're sitting."

Just then, the bell sounded and my students began filtering into the classroom.

"Students," I said, stopping them from encroaching onward to their seats. "I will be making a couple of seat changes." With the students looking confused, I saw Jamal and his friends, at the back of the line. "Jamal," I continued. "Could you please sit in this desk?," Pointing at the desk he told me to assign to him.

Giving me a smirk, and with no emotion, he just said, "Yeah, whatever." Clearly playing it off as if it were my decision, I proceeded to have the remainder of the students sit. With Marcus and Tyrell seated away from him.

As class began, I had the kids begin the days assignment. As everyone was working, I looked up to see Jamal staring at me. Showing me his phone, I felt mine buzz on my desk. "Open those fucking legs, bitch, let me see what I'm soon going to be fucking."

Seeing the seriousness in his demeanor, I discreetly did as he demanded.

Swiveling in my chair ever so slightly, I slowly opened my legs, which allowed him an unfettered view. With an inferiority complex, I looked around the classroom as the other students, even Marcus and Tyrell, were doing their assignment. Again, a text appeared on my phone.

"What the fuck is up with the white panties, Victoria, or Kara?" The look on his face, I knew he was none too pleased. "I didn't fucking tell you to wear panties, did I? Do that again, I'll send Markie boy a snippet of the video of the fat guy fucking your whore ass. They better be off you before school is over."

With anger slowly building with the fear and disgust I was also feeling, I texted back, "They'll be off by then. You never mentioned I couldn't wear panties though."

As the bell sounded, the students began filing out to go to their next class. Jamal, saying something to his friends, stayed back until everyone else left. Once the last student exited, he silently said, "Send me a pic, once they're off. Make sure you cancel tomorrow night."

Before he left, I stopped him. "Jamal, wait." The desperate look on my face, only played into his favor. "Look, How much money do you want; I can give you an A all year long; Anything, but, what you're demanding," I'd said, foolishly hoping he'd reconsider.

Looking coldly at me he said, "Cancel your date, failure to do so, and I start sending clips of your past. Try me." And with that, he left the classroom.

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The rest of the day, I was a nervous wreck. Trying to teach my classes, I could only think of what the near future was to hold. After my 3rd period class, I went to the faculty restroom, as it was my open period, to remove my panties as instructed. Completing the task, I snapped a picture, which I forwarded to Jamal. The glistening of my hosiery, showcasing the blonde landing strip and the piercing on my clitoris, clearly showed. "Don't ever disobey my orders ever again, bitch. Good job."

Walking out, Principal Smith happened to have been walking down the corridor.

"Kara! How are you doing today!" The uplifting aura permeating the Principal, was very noticeable. Continuing, she said, "Any changes occurring in your classroom?"

Trying to muster a smile, I responded, saying, "Yes, I think Jamal and his friends understand my rules now, but I'll keep you informed, obviously."

"Well that's good," The Principal stated. Reiterating, she said, "I'll be keeping and eye on those three, as well. But it seems you have a handle of things." Wishing me well, we ended our conversation.

The rest of the day went without a hitch, and as the final bell rang, I proceeded to gather my things. Walking out to my car, I expected Jamal's presence, but he was nowhere to he seen. Getting in my car, I quickly left for my 35 minute drive home

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Pulling up to my townhome, I see Mark's car sitting in my driveway. Sighing, I still hadn't known what to say, as I'd planned on texting him tomorrow. Entering my home, I smelled the aroma or a meal being prepared.

Seeing me, Mark showed me his handsome smile. With my "Don't mess with the Chef" apron on him, he greeted me.

"Hey there beautiful, how was your day!" Not knowing what he was preparing, I dropped my bag on my love seat, kicked off my heels, and put my shawl on the coat rack.

Giving me a glass of Chianti, I stated, "I didnt know you were coming over; I didn't expect this." Seeing the sauce splatters on the stove, and the mess he made on the center island, I continued, "But my day went as well as one could."

Seeing an uncertain picture on my face, he querily quipped, "You said that like you weren't so sure. Is everything ok?"

Kissing him, I assured him I was fine. "I'm just hungry, and am truly appreciative of you cooking, whatever it is you're making. I just have a very long day ahead of me, tomorrow."

Cocking his head, he rebutted me, "Well, remember, the banquet is at 7, so I'll just swing by and get you at 6."

"About that," the tepidness in my voice, apparent. "I'm not going to be able to attend."

Surprised, he continued, "What? Why not?"

"Look, I wasn't expecting 2 meetings, back to back, after school. I was literally informed as I was leaving. They're mandatory," I snapped, trying not only to hide my lie, but because I had no other quivers in my arsenal. "I'm not sure how long they'll be, but by the time I get home, I'll have to rush to get ready, and I dont know how tired I'll be. I'm sorry I'm only telling you now."

Trying to be sympathetic he said, "We can show up late, that's ok."

I immediately responded saying, "Honey, no, there will be other galas, I just think it's better if you go. Me missing one won't kill you," The forced smile on my face, trying to fool Mark.

"Are you sure, Kara?" he said, questioningly.

Assuring him of my decision, I helped him finish preparing dinner, and we had an, unusually quiet, mealtime. Enjoying small talk, we had finished, and began clearing the table. Thinking of ways to displace any suspicions he might have with my sudden revelation, I stopped him at the sink. Turning around, he started to say something.

"Shhhhh," I said, as I reached for his belt.

"Kara, wh...," He tried asking as I put my finger to his mouth.

"I said shhhhh, Mark, just enjoy this," As I began unbuttoning his slacks. Kneeling in front of him, I took his penis from his underwear, and slowly stroking it, I sensually said, "Think of this as my apology for not being able to attend."

Licking the base of his cock, I worked my way to the top, and slowly took his length into my mouth. Not very long by any stretch, I wanted to take his mind off the sudden declination so I began bobbing up and down. "Kara, I thought you said you wanted to wait until marriage," he struggled to orate, the sensation of my blowjob, making him enjoy the scene before him.

Pulling my mouth off him, I chastised him saying, "Oh we're still waiting to put this IN my vagina, but I don't see any harm in giving my boyfriend a well deserved gift for cooking me a meal, right?" That being said, I engulfed him fully, returning to the task at hand.

"Damn woman, you suck dick like you're some sort of porn star. Holy shit, Kara," he said, obviously surprised by my dalliance.

Surprised by what he'd just said, and the fact I don't think I'd ever heard him say, so much as, "Damn", in our relationship, I paused briefly, then continued pleasing him.

Feeling his sack tighten, he was kind enough to warn me of what was about to occur. "Kara, I'm about to finish, honey."

Swallowing him to his root, I held my head there and immediately felt his release. A couple shots in my mouth, I quickly swallowed, and pulled my mouth off him.

Standing, I wiped my mouth, kissed him, and said softly," I'll clean up the kitchen, honey. You go home, and I'll text you in the morning."

Pulling his pants and underwear up, he remarked, "Where did that come from? If that was a precursor of things to come, I might just have to propose sooner, rather than, later."

Smiling at him, I kissed him again, and said, "Let's cross that bridge, later."

With that, I saw him out, and cleaned my kitchen. Afterward, I went up to my bedroom, and opened the drape, overlooking the ocean. Admiring the view as dusk was approaching, I sighed outloud, saying to myself, "I'm sorry Mark, I cannot let you know of my past."

Picking up my cell phone, I sent a text to Jamal telling him I did, indeed, cancel my plans. "Ok, I'm free tomorrow night."

10 minutes later, I received a text from Jamal simply stating, "After school, I'll be waiting around the corner where you picked me up the other day. I ain't coming to school tomorrow."

Returning his text in the affirmative, I ended my evening.

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6am, my alarm went off. Looking up ar the ceiling, I did not want this day to come. Thinking heavily about calling off myself, I realized Jamal would learn of my absence. Pulling myself out of bed, I began preparing for my morning. Putting on a burgundy floor length dress, I slid on a pair of sun beige pantyhose over my legs. Putting my hair in an 'updo' and applying my makeup, I looked back at my bed. "I think you're going to be getting a workout tonight," I said, to no one in particular, but referencing my bed. Stepping into my black heels, I headed downstairs.

After making toast and coffee, I packed my bag, and made the 35 minute drive into town.

Arriving at school, I went about my day.

For once, the day went smooth. The kids took their tests, turned them in. It was the first, uneventful school day I experienced.

At 3:15 the bell rang, and the students made a quick beeline for the exits to start their weekend. Looking out my classroom window, I saw snow starting to lightly fall. Gathering my things, I wished some fellow faculty a nice weekend. Getting in my car, I texted Mark. "Hey sweetie, have a good time tonight, I'll text you after I get home. I'll just call you tomorrow. I love you." Hitting send, I drove off.

About a mile away, I saw Jamal down a side street, as he texted me, to get him there, so we wouldn't be seen. Getting in my car he didn't say anything. Knowing exactly what he expected at that moment, I shimmied my dress over my hips, fully exposing my nylon clad legs. No words were spoken as his hand rested on my inner thigh. "Drive," was all he said.

Driving along the interstate, I made my way to the coast. 35 minutes later, heading north, on the highway, I saw the sign signaling our exit. As I merged off, his hand began matriculating up and down my thigh. Trying to concentrate, I softly explained, "Jamal, please let me get us home safely."

"Just hurry the fuck up, Victoria," he snarled, the seriousness of his voice, shirt and to the point.

"Please don't call me Victoria, Jamal, " I tried to say matter-of-factly..

Pointedly, he said, "Well, when I'm fucking you, what am I suppose to call you? Victoria? Miss Marshall?"

Resigned to my fate, I said, "Kara, is fine."

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Arriving at my townhome, I pulled into my drive and parked. Being only 4:30 pm, I was nervous about a black male exiting my car, and making his way up to my residence, with me. Some of my neighbors have seen Mark and I together, leaving somewhere or arriving. With dusk nearing, as it was the Fall season, the light snow began falling again on our drive.

Looking at Jamal, I tried to reason with him one last time, "Jamal, I am your teacher; I am 16 years older than you; I have a boyfriend. Please don't make do this."

Opening his car door he unapologetically said, "Nah, we good. I'm gonna enjoy fuckin' the stuck-up, whore, white bitch, out of you. Now I suggest you grab your keys and we get into your house."

Flashing his phone in my face, with a soundless video playing of me being DP'd by 2 married, over 50 year old men, each with wives and kids, I gathered my bags and silently said, "Ok, then."

Walking slowly up the 7 stairs to my front door, Jamal was 'gracious enough' to carry my bag, as I fumbled with my keys in the cold weather. Unlocking my door, we entered. Taking my bags, I tried thanking him, but before I could accomplish that, he pushed me up against the door.

Not having even put my bags or my purse down, the shock of his boldness caught me off-guard. "Jamal! No!" With him pushing my dress up my legs, he had his 290 lbs. of weight pinning me against the door. Losing the battle I quietly said, "Sweetie, this might be more comfortable for us both, if we go upstairs to my bedroom. Let me just put my things down, please."

Looking at him from eye-level, pushed against the door, a wry smile washed over his face. Backing away, my heels touched the floor. Putting my bags down, I removed my shawl and hung it on the coat rack. Locking the door and dead-bolting it, I froze. Knowing I couldn't text Mark right now, as it was only 4:45, I held my hand out to Jamal, resigned to my fate. Taking my hand, I led him up the stairs.

Hearing the clicking of my heels on the stairs, and Jamal walking behind me, hands conjoined, the vileness I loathed reappeared. "Damn you're fine, Miss Marshall."

For a very, very intimidating 18 yr old man, all 290 plus pounds of his non-muscular, unattractive stature, I continued our trek upstairs. Jerking my hand, we stopped a few steps from the apex. With a very determined, yet frightening demeanor, he bluntly said, "Fuckin' bitch, I just said you're fine!"

Realizing what he'd just said, I quickly tried making amends by relaying back, "Thank you Jamal." Reaching the top of the stairs, we walked to the back bedroom.

Entering, I went to close the draperies. "Leave it open Miss Marshall."

"Kara," I tried reminding him, to no avail.

As he began looking around my large bedroom, he saw a picture of Mark and me on my side table. Chuckling, he sits on the bed. "Squeak! Creak!," the bed sounded, never having had that kind of weight on it before. "Fuck yeah, this is a nice, big bed Victoria."

Being apparent of his indifference to my preferred name usage, I just stood in place at the foot of my bed. Reaching his arms out, his hand took hold of my hips and brought me closer to him. Lifting my floor length burgundy dress up, and over my hips, I took hold of it and let him admire the ex, now 34 year old, "porn star", standing before him. Reaching for my night stand, I, blindly, pulled out Mark's box of condoms. As I placed the box on the side table, Jamal chuckled. "Those motha fuckas aint fittin' on my shit!"

Foolishly replying, I said, "Well I'd prefer we use them, since were going through with this."

Replying back, he said, "Once YOU remove my pants, if they can fit, I'll wear them, but if not....." He just stared at me. "You obviously felt my dick in your mouth, ain't no condom you got, gonna fit me."

Getting on my knees, I took his pants down. Stepping out of them, I removed his underwear. "Suck it bitch, then it's going in your pussy."

Doing as I was told, I didn't waste time and worked to get an erection on him. Hearing my phone buzz, I ignored it, knowing it was Mark. Hearing it buzz again again, Jamal grabbed my phone, and reading the text from Mark, Jamal said, "Looks like your boyfriend, said to have a good evening and he hopes the meetings aren't too long." Focused on my task, I just continued bobbing up and down.

Pulling me off his suddenly, enlarged organ, he said, "Nuh uh, stand the fuck up." Standing, My dress bottom, again fell to the floor. "Tell me where my loads are going Kara," Knowing I had to answer.

"I'd prefer down my throat, but I'm assuming in my pussy," I quietly, but defiantly, muttered.