Black Male D Ch 05

This is a story of fiction. Please enjoy.

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3 weeks had passed since Jamal began to blackmail me. In that time, my relationship with my boyfriend had started to become strained. We would argue about me suddenly having meetings at work, or about just wanting to go home and relax, as I was tired.

Jamal's aunt had come back from being away, so the frequency of our meetings were spread out. I was grateful for the breaks, as he would absolutely ravage my insides for hours at a time.

I know, some of you think, some blackmail story. You sure do get into it. Yea, well try being a woman. Our hormones fail. Having a young, virile, male who goes and goes and goes and cums like a geyser, It's kind of difficult to always fake or suppress pleasure. No, I do not want what Jamal does, I have a boyfriend. Plus, the two times I did defy him, he sent video clips to my schools website, as well as Matt's brokerage.

Being heavily into the pornographic scene in my early 20's, I had a lot of sex. With any and everyone. Older men, married men, skinny men, fat men, It didn't matter. I wanted sex. There came a point in my life, after being brutally raped, that I decided, 'no more'. I regretted having an abortion after I conceived from the rape. I was 22.

Needing to live a much more meaningful, moral life, I changed myself. I had graduated with my degree, and immediately immersed myself in church. Volunteering everywhere, joining women's groups, feeding the homeless on Saturday's, I wanted to change who I was.

Moving to New Hampshire, to a small town, was my attempt at normalcy. Sure, I teach in a bigger city, but the peace and tranquility of a townhome overlooking the ocean, whilst also being located in a shopping district, was too good to pass up.

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At the behest of my relationship with Mark, Jamal and I have an 'understanding' that Mark isn't to spend the night at my home. He can't just show up anymore, and let himself into my home. Mark basically has to make, what can be tantamount to, appointments, just to be with me. Trying to satiate Jamal's needs and demands, I have, also, found myself neglecting my relational growth with Mark. When I saw Mark on a Tuesday, we had a blow up, when these topics were brought up.

*What do you mean I can't spend the night, Kara? I've been doing so for the last couple months!" The tenseness in his voice, I tried to be empathetic.

"Honey, I just don't find it acceptable for us to do that, not being engaged or married, I stated, trying to be reasonable. "As far as just showing up at my home, unannounced; I think that's moving WAYYY too fast. I'm appreciative of how you surprise me with dinners and all, but we need to slow down."

"I don't know where this is coming from, Kara. If I remember correctly, you were the one who started spending nights at my house, I don't know what's changed," He rebutted, scratching his head.

Sighing, I added, "I just have a lot of stress right now. I want to live a life through morality, and the Word. I just need you to understand."

"Are you seeing someone else?" The bluntness of his question caught me off guard.

"What? No! Why would you even ask that," I incredulously snapped. "Oh my goodness Mark, how dare you!"

Seeing his demeanor change, he backtracked off his prior statement. "Look I'm sorry, Kara. You've been cancelling, last minute, on things we've had planned for weeks. It's just not like you."

Feeling the guilt and shame from the night before, with Jamal, I hated lying to Mark. But, now, If this were all exposed, not only would I lose Mark, but my career. Everything I've tried positively changing over the past decade was teetering in the balance.

"I just need space. I have somethings I'm working through. We will still see each other, and do things, but If you love me, I ask you to respect my wishes and slow down," hoping he'd understand. "I'm not asking for a breakup of any kind."

Mark and me decided to have Saturdays as our day, hanging out together, having an early dinner. But I, also, told him I wanted to be home by 7. I would drive into the city for my day with Mark, but after leaving him, I had to pick Jamal up at the usual spot I normally would get him. From there, after we got to my place, he would delight himself between my legs, savagely fucking me senseless. I even started neglecting church, unbeknownst to Mark, as Jamal was with me Saturday night until Monday morning.

Jamal told me he wanted me off of my birth control. Frightened, I knew the last thing I wanted was pregnancy. Not right now. So, after dumping my pills in front of him one Sunday night, he thought he had won that battle.

Informing Jamal I had a routine doctor appointment, I ended up getting Depo Provera, which is the injection form of birth control. Having to receive the shot every 3 months, I could easily conceal that, all the while making Jamal believe I was unprotected. With Jamal pumping load after load into me, he was awaiting the day one of his sperm found that elusive egg.

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The days at school seemingly became more tolerable. With Jamal happy with our current relationship, he kept his buddies at bay, so I could actually do my job. Sure, I almost always teach sitting at my desk, as my dress would be up enough for Jamal to see my legs, and the results of our routine fuck-fests.

Knowing he was receiving an automatic 'A' in my class, I would inform Principal Smith, weekly, on the progress I was having with the boys. Telling her of my 'tough stance', the boys are now more respectful in my classroom. As his cum from Monday morning periodically dripped from my overly used cunt, I'd be in Principal Smith's office sharing positive updates.

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After a long week at school, I had one night that Jamal came home with me. We spent Wednesday night, until 1am, thumping my headboard against the wall. During a break, so he could recharge, he finally admitted what I'd suspected for do long.

"Once I get yo' as pregnant, you dumpin' that motha fucka," the cockiness in his voice, discernible. 'Then, I'm movin' in with yo' ass."

With consternation in my voice, I responded, now submissively, "I don't control that, you do. I did stop my birth control, remember.?"

Lying under him, with my legs pointing at the ceiling, his confidence was astounding.

"Friday night, I'll be fucking more seeds into this incredible pussy," he stated. The disgusting, horrible way he speaks to me, I have since become numb to it.

"I can't wait, honey," I added, as the abhorrence show on my face.

"RINGGGGG!!!"

With classes finally ending, the kids gathered their bookbags and headed for the hallways, intent on starting their weekend. As the last student exited, I sat, briefly, in my desk and began rubbing my temples. Sighing, I put my laptop in my bag and left the classroom. Knowing what was on the horizon in the next hour, I began to mentally prepare myself.

Before leaving campus, I hitched my dress up over my waist, displaying the glossy thigh highs I was told to wear. As the 4 straps dangling from both ends of the garter belt held them taut, I also unbuttoned the blouse and bra a little. Freeing my tits, I applied the red lipstick, that has left many rings around Jamal's missile. Satisfied by how I looked, I drove over to pick up Jamal.

Buzz!!Buzz!!

I was receiving a call from Mark, when I began driving. Pulling over, I quickly took his call.

"Hey, what's up?" I said, trying to sound joyful.

"Just seeing if you were up to dinner tonight," He cordially asked.

With tension in my voice, I added, "Oh, I have you on speaker. I just got on the freeway heading home," I fabricated, still on campus. "I have a bad headache, I was just going home, taking a bath, and going to bed. We have our day tomorrow, remember?"

"Yes, but I was just hoping to see you, is all," his voice hopeful."

"Mark, we've already had this conversation. Had you informed me earlier....."

Cutting me off, the exasperation in his voice was pronounced. "I shouldn't have to make appointments to se my girlfriend!"

Now upset, I said, "Look, I need to go. I want to beat the traffic over the hill."

Not waiting for an answer, I ended the call.

As I began driving, I saw Marcus and Tyrell with a basketball at one of the courts.

"Get in," I hastily said. "Your friends are at the school. I don't want them seeing us.

With Jamal looking at me, I remembered that he, drives us home.

Sliding over, he got in.

"Fuck, look at you. Dayumm," His eyes traversing my body. "Someone expectin' a good fuckin' tonight?

"Jamal, just drive. Please."

Seeing the panic on my face, he wanted to really test me. "What do I get out of it, for driving away.... NOW, Victoria?"

"You know what you 'get out of it', Jamal. Please drive."

Putting it in Park and killing the engine, he muttered. "I can drive us down to where my boys are. Or..., a sly look appearing on his face, "You can tell me what I get out of it."

"Me, Jamal. I want you to fucking obliterate my vagina," I responded, disgust mixing with my fear. "Is that better?

"Then, lets go home, Victoria."

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It's 7pm and the sun has nestled itself away for the night. As the town is bustling, the people are perusing the restaurants, and life is being lived. In the townhome above the Ace Hardware store, Jamal and I were just starting our 2nd go around.

"Oh! Oh! Ah! Fuck! Yes! Oh baby!"

As the two of us traded verbiage, my drapes were open. For all to see from the thoroughfare, I had put on my white pumps, so anyone looking up at the bedroom window, would undoubtedly know that those nylon clad legs flailing incessantly in the dimly lit room, was caused by robust fucking. If you were on the beach, behind the storefronts, you could plainly hear the wanton woman seemingly begging her man to fuck her.

As Jamal was camped out between my legs, my wrists were tied to the headboard behind me. Thrusting above me, sweat from his forehead already dripping onto me, Jamal was enjoying his bounty.

"Jamal! Oh Ja..Jamal.. fu..fuck me..!"

Wildly plunging my insides, I desperately wanted to hold onto him. Being incapacitated, with handcuffs on each wrist, he was into on the giving the town a show.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" my moaning, reaching decibels never reached before, were in competition with the thumping headboard and creaking bedsprings to see who can drown who out.

"Take... it... bitch...!" Through gritted teeth, Jamal was pounding me. The slurping and squishing sounds coming from our humping, proved the vile, unsavory scene occurring.

"Oh baby.. yessssss!"

Every downward thrust, bottoming out in my vagina and smashing into cervix, elicited yelps from my exhausted body. Making my bare tits jiggle, my student was in heaven, fucking his "porn star" teacher.

"Oh! Oh! Ja..Jamal... Oh! Yesss!"

The frothier the foam that matted around the pistoning rod, the more intense the sex became.

"Squish! Slurp! Creak! Thump!"

The intensity of this 18 yr old man-child, intent on crippling me, his 34 yr old teacher, was just too much to bare.

"Fuck me!! Oh yes!!"

As his breathing had begun to change, so, too, did the pumping he was employing on me. Pulling out, to the tip of my vagina, then slamming back down into me, I sense his volcanic finish was near.

"Cum...cum... for me... ba...baby," I seductively mewled, my whole self, exhausted. " C'mon Ja...Jamal..Oh fuck... Cum..cum for me."

Beginning to growl, Jamal sped up his pumping. uncontrollably hammering my nether region, he finally reached the precipice.

"Fuckkkkk Ahhhhh!!

Slamming forward, as deep as his length could push inside of me, he suddenly held himself up. Forgetting my hands were handcuffed to the bed, I watched as my gripped legs, were open enough, to saturate wave after wave of his sticky ick deep into my cavern.

Shaking violently, his face contorted in many ways, desperately trying to expel every drop of his cum.

Finally slowing, he gave me one last thrust, making sure he was completely empty, this time around. Collapsing on me, my legs fell to either side of him.

"Holy shit," he breathlessly panted.

With my eyes now closed and panting myself, I sighed my approval for the intense fucking.

"Oh Jamal," drearily, yet seductively adding.

As we lie on the bed catching our breath. We could, loud and clear, people commenting.

"Damn! Some black dude fucked that bitch!"

"That poor woman!

"Lucky bastard!

"Dam! I wish I was between those legs!

The vile catcalling from the sidewalk was insulting.

Laughing, Jamal finally pulls out.

"Puhlopp!!"

Feeling a deluge hurriedly escaping my battered, bruised orifice, I felt immense shame. Realizing our session was heard by many, I didn't want to stand.

"Fuckin' bitch. Couldn't keep yo' white ass quieter," the pompous demeanor etched on his face. "Look at you, a bitch in heat, not being paid for her pussy."

The outright vile, gross, off-putting, hurtful superfluity being spewed by the disgusting male in my bedroom, compounded my humiliation. Uncuffing my wrists from the headboard, I rubbed the red cuts that formed from the violent thrusts afforded me.

Closing our drapes on both ends of the bedroom, I waddled my way into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I could still feel every pulsation deep in my vaginal region.

Expelling more of our conjoined juices, I gingerly wiped my quim. After standing, I stared at the woman in the mirror. Exhausted, worn out, yet seemingly satisfied, I was disgusted myself. For the first time since this affair began, I am doubting my future with Mark.

Outside, in front of the busy streets, Mark pulls up in his vehicle.