Black Male D Ch 04

Part 4 of Jamal and Kara.

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After my weekend with Jamal, I became a shadow of myself. Aching from the aggressive onslaught, I squirmed in the seat at my desk. As my students were hard at work on their assignments, I had my legs parted. Jamal, with a 'shit eating grin' attached to his face, saw the puffiness and bruising he had caused.

"Dayumm Victoria. How lucky am I?" Jamal texted, admiring his work. "Fuck you're fine."

"Jamal, this is all a mistake. We can't keep doing this," I replied, afraid of what's next.

Jamal clapped back, "But we will keep doing this. Your boyfriend is gone until Wednesday."

RING!! RING! RING!!

Snapping my legs shut, I quickly pushed my dress back down. Gathering their belongings, the students began steamlining for the door. One by one, I wished them a good day.

"Have a good day Miss Marshall." "See you tomorrow Miss Marshall," were the counter replies.

After Jamal's friends left, Jamal pointedly reminded me to wait for him after school.

"We goin' out to dinner tonight, Yo' treat. Then I'm gon' treat myself to the dessert between those legs," he remarked.

"Jamal!" I countered, "Keep your voice down! We'll talk about a schedule tonight, like I said. Please get to your next class."

With his evil smile, he left the room.

Sighing, I continued with the rest of the day.

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"RING! RING! RING!"

As my 4th period class filtered out, I was reaching for my bag. Pulling out the charger for my laptop, a rapping occurred on at my door. Seeing Principal Smith, I waved her in.

"Hey Mary, What can I do for you?" I asked.

Pointedly, she remarked. "Are you ok? You look like you got ran over by a bus," she queried, concern on her face. "You walked in to morning meeting and everyone noticed a gait in your step."

Feeling the after effects deep in my abused tunnel, I readjusted in my seat. Rehashing the absolute poundings I took, I felt immense shame. As much as I enjoy sex, just the fact I'm doing it with a student of mine, let alone a vile human, I am beside myself with apathy.

"I tripped walking downstairs this morning," I lied. "I tumbled 3 steps and twisted my foot."

"Why on Earth would you even be wearing heels then?" she said. "Your foot must be killing you."

"I'm fine. Thanks. I do not really like calling off work. I love my job and owe it to the kids to be here," I added, the fatigue clearly showing.

"Well if you need to get it checked, let me know." Chuckling innocently, she added, "I guess I'd have to put my teaching hat on to substitute for you!"

With a smile, I thanked her for her concern.

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"Dude, here she comes," Tyrell alerted, as I slowly walked down the hallway.

Purposely trying to avoid any interaction, I continue my path to my classroom.

"Man, I'd fuck her into a coma," I heard, the bluntness, disturbing.

"I bet she ain't had no black dick in her fine ass," Marcus rudely added.

Seeing the boys, I was awaiting a remark from Jamal, but he just stood there, his head following me as I walked on by.

"Damn dawg, you quiet," Tyrell said. "You trippin' still homie. You ain't gettin' between those legs, no matter how cool you think you are. She straight stuck up bro."

Not saying a word, I entered my classroom. Seeing my next group already seated, I began the lesson.

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Walking to my car, I see the boys pushing another student around. Not daring to step in, I briskly picked up the pace. Getting in, i locked my doors. Receiving a text, I knew who it was.

"5 minutes, bitch. Usual spot." Seeing Jamal leave his buddies, I sat in my car.

After a couple minutes, I proceeded to make my way to where my blackmailer was. Seeing him, I stopped. Seeing him come around to my driver door, he opened it. "I'm driving. Victoria. Move!"

Caught off guard, I responded, "Do you even gave a license?" Backing away he fished out his phone.

"Fuckin' bitch!" Showing me his phone, he pushed a button. "Move! or Marky gets a fucking pic, too!" Not knowing what he just sent and to who, I was now in panic.

Sliding over into the passenger seat, he gets in my driver seat.

"What did you just do," I claimed, clearly wondering.

Showing me his phone I see he sent a video clip sent to the Administration office of our school.

"Fuck me baby, yessss," could be softly heard obviously in the middle of the night. No face shown, you can see snow falling from a window.

Pushing my body against the seat, Jamal erupts, " What the fuck did I tell you! YOU.. SLAM! DO..SLAM!! WHAT...SLAM! I..SLAM! TELL.. SLAM!!! YOU.. SLAM! WHAT TO DO!!

Having my body and head violently slammed back into my seat, the anger I'd just witnessed from Jamal frightened me.

"You 'bout to fuck up somethin' good bitch! Why yo' stupid ass always gotta question shit!" The look in his eyes showed a fire I had seen.

"I'm... I'm... sor...sorry!" I said, desperately trying to calm the situation. "I... jus...just... didn't kn..know... if you.. had... had... a license.."

"I don't think I asked for your approval, did I?

Starting my car up, he put his seatbelt on.

Shaking my head, I apologized. " I'm sorry Jamal."

"Stupid ass, white bitch." The words although stinging, were a sharp reminder of the situation I was now in. Tirning his head to me he bluntly demanded "How you gon' make it up to me.. Victoria?"

Dejected, I began hitching my hemline over my waist. When my nylon covered pussy came into view, I sheepishly remarked, "I'll show you at home." With that, we drove off.

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"Oh!! Oh yes! Ja...Jamal! ba... baby!! Ung Ung Ung!

Now 5:30 pm and we're on my bed. As soon as we walked in my home, I took his hand and led him up to my bedroom. Not one word having been spoken since the blowup when I picked him up, I knew what he expected.

Unbuttoning the buttons on my dress, my tits freed themselves from their stiffy confines. Looking lustfully, at a blank-faced Jamal, I then reached down, and briefly stepping out of my pink heels, I slowly began pulling the hemline up over my thighs. Hearing his laborious breathing, I wiggled my nylon clad toes, before stepping back into my heels. Pushing a hole in the gusset, I got on tge bed. Lying back on my bed and opening my legs, Jamal pounced.

"Ahh Ahh! Ahh! Take.. my... black..bat.. bitch!"

Every thrust into my stuffed orifice elicited yelps and stuttering word salad from the both of us.

"Yes! Yes! hard... harder.. ba...baby," I meeed, finding it difficult to speak.

Sensing his anger lessening, I readjusted my fingers laced over his shoulders, and with perspiration forming on our faces, I submissively ordered, "Give it me baby, I'm yours now." Ramping up his hip movements, he did just that.

BUZZ!!BUZZ!!!BUZZ!!!

Having lost track of time, The walk clock read '6:22'. Always having at least texted Mark by now, I was deep in the throes of unpleasurable sex. Slamming violently into my body, my legs were flailing, uncontrollably from each powerful thrust. Being thrust against the headboard from Jamal's aggressive tactics, I thrashed my head ftom left to right on my pillow, moaning like a whore in heat from the atrocious happenings occurring.

"BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

With worry, I needed my phone to stop buzzing. Not knowing how I was going to explain why I never comtacted him or responded to his gestures to Mark, I waited for Jamal to finish.

"C'mon honey," I softly said, smiling devilishly up at Jamal. "Cum for Victoria. IN MY PUSSY YOUNG MAN!"

Uncontrollably thrusting, Jamal was breaking me. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" He'd bellow, every thrust against my body. "Fuccckkk yessss!!"

Pressing himself up against, using my knees as leverage, I felt his overworked member swell and vomit inside of my tender cunt. Feeling his copious deluge bathe my cervix. I truly was in bliss.

"Oh Jamal.. yesssss," I noiselessly voiced, revelling in the young man sweating above me. "Get rid of that cum baby."

Finally regaining comtrol, he pulled out of me. Dropping my legs to the bed, he collapsed on me. Not fully, as his torso hit the other side of the bed. Face first into the other pillow, Jamal was struggling to catch his breath.

"Fu..Fuck..Dayummmm..," he breathlessly amount, as I, too, was trying to catch my breath. "Holy shit Miss Marshall."

Putting my hand on my stomach, I looked up at the ceiling. Chickling I said, still a little out of breath, "Is this old lady wearing you out, sweetheart?"

Noticing the familiar frothy ring coating his mammoth pole, I could see a coating of my own, matting the rug just above my vaginal opening. With spots and runs having already formed in my pantyhose, I saw, through the mirror in front of my bed, the ooziness desperately trying to escape my sodden pussy. Bubbling, it oozed out of my cunt, down passed my butthole, pooling on the mattress under me.

"I got a lot more for you, Miss Matthews, you ain't wearin' me out. Shit we need to eat. My fatass is hungry."

"Yes, that we do need," I concurred, grateful that this session was complete. Seeing my phone, I informed Jamal. "Honey, I really need to call my boyfriend. Just please stay silent ok?"

Pushing Mark's number, I placed it on speakerphone. Sitting on the beds edge, I began removing my messy hosiery.

"There you are." The voice on the other end, terse, stressed. "Why didn't you text me? Why aren't you answering my calls." With his suspicion on display, Mark continued interrogating me. "I don't know what's going on but over the last few days, you've been very distant."

Hearing this, Jamal put his hand over his mouth, chuckling. Sliding a clean pair of pantyhose over each leg. I summonrd the courage to respond.

"Honey, I haven't been feeling well. You know that," I reminded him. "I've been dragging myself to school, then when I get home, I take a long bath. So no, I can't just run out of the bathroom to pick up your calls."

Sensing the stress in my voice, his voice softened. "Look," he said, as i was now stuffing my breasts in my bra, "I've been worried is all. When I'm not in meetings, I at least want to speak to you."

Clasping the hooks of my bra, I readjusted the nylon material comfortably over my tits. Stepping into each heel, again, I tried reassuring Mark.

"I'm grateful for you Sweetie," I said to him. "When you come back, we'll go away for an evening ok?" Agreeing, I decided to end the call. "Honey, I need to go, I am starving from the workout.... um.. the work I had to do today." Catching myself. I ended, "I love you! Gotta Go!" Pressing End, I looked at Jamal.

"Lyin' bitch. Lyin' to yo' boyfriend and shit."

Without responding, I left it at that.

" Lets go get something to eat," I softly said.

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Pulling up to Gentry's, a little hole-in-the-wall just outside of town, Jamal and I enter the establishment. Seeing a professionally dress whote woman, and a young black male dressed unprofessionally, the other guests in the diner were fixated on our presence.

"Table for 2 please," i informed the hostess.

Holding Jamal's hand we followed the lady to our table. Sitting next to me, Jamal leaned into my ear. "Play the role bitch, like my girlfriend."

Shuffling closer to him, I placed my left hand on his back, running my hand slowly up and down, I kissed his neck. "I love you, honey." I spoke, loud enough for the patrons to know we were a couple. " Let's order."

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After giving our order to the waitress, my cellphone buzzed, seeing the number, I realized it was Principal Smith.

"Hey Mary," I began, wondering why she was calling.

"Hey, I'm just calling everyone, as this is something I feel shouldn't be sent in a group email," she noted, gaining my attention. Jamal, hearing this, signalled me to put the phone closer to him. Listening intentiy, she continued. "There has been dome sort of havk in our email system. A video was upload showing... indecent actions."

Looking at Jamal, knowing what the Principal was speaking of, I responded, "Oh my goodness, do you know who it's from?"

She quipped, "We've sent it for analyzing. Hopefully they can find the VPN of the suspect."

Gauging the delicate nature, I responded, "Well thank you for letting me know, I hope we can get to the bottom of this."

Ending the call, Jamal laughed. "Hahaha. I got their attention bitch, now I hope I have yours," Jamal quietly pressed. nodding my head, I felt his hand part my legs. "Next one hies tio your boyfriend and he WILL see your fuckin' face. Got me?"

Submissively, I nodded, "Yes honey, I understand."

Finally, our food arrived. Eating my salad, I could only think of the situation I am in. The infidelity, although not married, to my boyfriend, was weighing heavily on my mind. Gobbling his steak and potatoes, Jamal was eager to my legs back up in the air.

"Once we're done here, we're going back to your house," He pointed out.

"Ok," was all I could say.

The glances we would get from certain patrons caught our attention. Being a predominantly 'white area', we don't see tye kind of people like Jamal. The African American population here are doctors, lawyers, professional athletes, etc. But, a professional woman, like my self, sitting in a quiet restaurant with a black male, dressed in a Nike hoodie, gold chain around his neck, sagging blue jeans, and Air Jordans', couldn't be ignored.

"Anything else for you tonight?" The server interrupted, my attention on her.

Smiling I responded, "We'd like the check please, thank you."

Paying the bill we went home.

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"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh" Thrust after consaguinous thrust, my moaning had been incessant since we arrived home from dinner.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!," Jamal roared, eradicating the last few drops of cum deep into my battered pussy. "Ho... holy shit..," He announced, satisfied with the woman under him. Still between my upturned legs, the runs in my pantyhose were combined with our juices matting the fabric I was wearing.

Pulling out, he flopped onto his back. Pulling me onto him, he said, "So when your old man gets back, we need a schedule."

With his semi-hard, glossy penis buried down my throat, I was currently cleaning off the remnants of our latest session. Pulling off, I wiped my mouth after swallowing what I sucked off.

"Yes, honey, we need a schedule. I know you have final say in everything we do, but please, understand. I know you want to continue what we do. So we cannot be found out. BY ANYONE." Emphasizing those last couple words, I continued. "I have my boyfriend who expects time with me. We have our lives too, you know. Thst being said, Let me see what nights would be easiest on us, and I'll let you know., ok?" Slowly stroking his slumbering snake, I was trying to negotiate our newfound relationship.

"I come first, from here on, you feel me?" He said, responding to my statement.

"Jamal, please. Mark is my boyfriend. I don't like cheating on him," The pleading in my voice apparent.

"I OWN THAT PUSSY NOW..... VICTORIA," he forcefully announced, "DON'T THINK OF DENYING ME!"

"It's only been 4 days. I'm still trying to process the scope of everything," I answered, feeling more of spend, oozing down the spacing from my vaginal opening foen to the bedsheets.

"Yeah well, you will clear ANY plans he tries making with you, with me FIRST.

"But, Ja.."

"Don't talk. LISTEN Victoria.. Carefully. There won't be any other discussion after I finish what I say!" He forcefully said.

"I OWN you now. You can tell me no, I don't give a fuck. But in the end, its YOU, not me, who loses everything. You're my teacher, YOU lose everything. I move on to the next white bitch," a point, he wholeheartedly emphasized. "So you will clear everything with me FIRST. I Love the taboo of fucking you under his nose, so I ain't gon' mske you break up with him, YET. Do you understand me?"

Reluctantly, knowing this was a battle I would not win, I nodded, "Yes, Jamal, I understand."

Seeing that his pussy pounder had come back to life, he indifferently said, "Good, I got another load that needs a home. Lie back, bitch."

Doing as I was told, he fucked me for the remainder of the evening.

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The next morning, as we were dressing for school, after an early morning fucking, I was buttoning my dress. As I was going to grab my purse, Jamal only said one thing to me. "Stop using your birth control."

Grabbing his bag, he went out to my car.

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Chapter 5 is in the works. Thank you.