Blac Male 'd'

This is a story of fiction. Enjoy.

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As Jamal and I were still trying to catch our breath after the strident sex we just had, we lie on my bed.

"Damn, Miss Marshall," Jamal, going back and forth between my, myriad of names, said, "How did you end up teaching at my school? The first day I saw you, I knew that I knew you from somewhere," The prostration in his voice, apparent.

Looking up at the ceiling, my mind and body were pre-occupied from the intense fucking I was just given. As his emissions exited my exhausted, wornout pussy, it also pooled onto the linens on my bed. The shame and disgust I always feel when I'm with my student, is seemingly drowned out by our respective, moans and grunts.

Not knowing how, or even if, to respond, I started to get up as I had to pee. Feeling the pulsing still occurring, as an aftershock from the pummelling my stallion gives to me, I gingerly waddled to the bathroom. Slowly peeling the destroyed pantyhose off of my achy legs, I sat on toilet and allowed loads of cum droplets deposited into me fall out of my abused, broken down body. Sighing, I could only imagine what, more, Jamal had in store.

Now, seriously concerned with my relationship I was in with Mark, I went back into my bedroom.

**********

Putting his car in park, Mark got out. Now 10pm, he felt he needed to get answers as to the changes that have evidently happened. Intent he was going to do it, now. Sure, he may feel the wrath, as Kara made clear they both needed to slow down, but he couldn't shake the nagging antipathy in his gut.

Arriving at the door outside, he looked up and saw a dim light on in what is her bedroom. The row of townhomes, atop the myriad of stores in this bustling, oceanfront town, were not simple to just enter. You had to either be let in by a doorman, or use the buzzer to alert the residents inside.

*BUZZZZZZ* *BUZZZZZZ*

*BUZZZZZ * BUZZZZZZ!"

Having just pulled out another package of pantyhose out of her sidetable drawer, Kara was focused on re-dressing for the young bull, geared up and ready for, yet, another round of fucking. Wondering who, possibly, could be buzzing her flat, she gave Jamal a half smile, and pushed a 'call button' on her desk.

"Honey, just let me see who is outside. I'll make it quick," Kara said softly. Pressing the button, "Yes?" Her tired, overtaxed, fatigued voice barely orated.

"Kara, we need to talk. NOW," The voice on the other side, swiftly announced.

Realizing it was Mark, panic set in. Looking at Jamal, who seemed cool and collected even in the chaos that just began, she started stuttering a response.

"Wha..what... are you doing here... so late?" She mused?

Repeating himself, he said once again, "We need to talk. Now Kara."

Not knowing how to handle the situation, she said, "Can we talk tomorrow? I'm literally going to bed right now, Mark. I'm very tired."

"We talk, now, or this relationship is over, Kara." The despair in his voice clear.

Releasing the button, she frantically looked at Jamal. "Let him in," Jamal calmly said.

"Jamal!" I said, with panic in my demeanor, "My boyfriend is outside, he'll know you're here!"

Standing up and walking over to me, Jamal softly pushed his body against mine, against the wall. "Let him in and I'll make sure he doesn't know I'm here." The evil calmness in his voice.

"Ja..."

Putting his fingers to my lips, he said, "DO IT...VICTORIA."

Pushing the button, I unlocked the main entrance of the door to allow access to the pathway to my front door. Having a minute or 2, I removed my nylons and put my robe on.

Delicately placing them in the drawer, I saw Jamal gathering up all of his clothes strewn on the floor. Leaving my bedroom, I began my descent downstairs. Opening my front door, I saw Mark, clearly upset and worried, but determined.

"Hi," I simply said.

"Hi," He said, in return.

Moving to the side, I allowed Mark to walk in. The nervousness that clearly had overtaken my psyche, knowing that upstairs, is the person who could destroy my relationship with him. After a quick hug, I walked over to sit at my couch while Mark joined me.

As we sat, the tension in the room was heavy. Sitting to where I could see the stairs, I sat silent with fear, worry, and uncertainty. After a few nerve wracking minutes, Mark proceeded to break the ice.

"Where is this relationship going?" Blunt and to the point, Mark lay it all out there.

"I don't understand your point," I responded, carefully gauging the situation.

"A month ago, everything was clicking between us. Then school starts, and within 2 weeks, you're suddenly tired, inundated with work, we're now on a 'schedule' to even see each other," His concern, softly displayed.

Unsure of my own words, I wanted to break down and come clean, but that would have, obviously come at a draconian price. One I wasn't will to pay.

Sending my silence, he added," You seem more skittish. Like something deep down is bothering you. I love you, Kara. I just don't understand your silence."

Subconsciously peaking at the stairwell, I was trying not to add suspicion. But, even though Jamal was in my bedroom, I didn't know if he would just come downstairs and make his presence known and let this unwanted cat, out of the bag, metaphorically.

"Look, I...I... just don't know what I need, or want right now. I'm 34. I know my clock is ticking, but I got into a relationship with you pretty fast after I moved here," I admitted, trying to be careful with my words. "I have some things in my own past, I still am working through. So, please believe me, it isn't you that is the problem." For about 15 minutes Mark and I spoke about our relationship, our future, each other.

Suddenly, unbeknownst to me, he dropped to one knee and, as I sat on my couch, he pulled out a little silver box. "Kara, For these last few months, I've gotten to know you. You are one of kindest, most dedicated, hardworking people, I know. I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else. Will you marry me?"

With the look in his eyes at that moment, a month ago, I'd have jumped, leapt, vaulted myself happily onto him screaming, "Yes!!"

In shock, and with the current circumstances, I quickly glanced up to see a sliver of Jamal's face at the top of the stairwell.

"I.....I....Oh Mark..," The desperation in my eyes, "I...I....I can't. Not right now."

Seeing the color leave his face, I wanted to crawl into the nearest hole.

"Ple..Please.. I need to think," I inaudibly uttered. "I need to be alone Mark. I'm sorry."

Frozen from the denial of his proposal, Mark, looking defeated, closed the box and returned to his original place on the couch. Sensing sorrow, I put my hand on his.

"Honey, I love you, very, very much," I abjectly stated. "I'm just dealing with somethings that, once I've sorted, you will be the first to know."

Getting up off the couch, I submissively asked, "Please give me time to sift through what I'm dealing with. I'm not saying no, at all. I just need to find closure."

Standing sullenly, he moved toward the door. As I opened it for him, I went to hug him. Pulling back, he pushed through the door.

Turning back to me, he bluntly, yet understandably said, "When you figure yourself out, let me know. But, maybe you're right. We need a break."

With tears welling up in my eyes, I could see the hurt I just imposed on this man I grew to love. But, at this moment, I couldn't figure out a way, if ever, to admit I've been in a torrid sexual affair with my 18 yr old student.

After closing the door, I slumped to the floor. Having just declined a wedding proposal, I am now of the mindset that I lost my boyfriend. Rubbing my temples, I hear Jamal's gruff voice. "Why you still down there Victoria. Did I say we we're done?"

Looking upward to the stairwell, Jamal, with his raging hard-on pointing north and still coated with our combined juices, showed no emotion. Sighing, I knew what his expectations were, and so I made my way upstairs, again. Entering my bedroom, I went to my nylon drawer, pulled out the pantyhose from earlier, and put them back on. Once completed, I stepped back into my white high heels and let my robe drop back to the floor.

Having dodged Mark, for now, Jamal and I continued our sexual dalliance for the night.

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1 month later I had fallen ill. Battling a touch of flu, I decided to stay home. Knowing that, Jamal made sure he spent every waning second between my legs. After Mark proposed and i rejected him, we have been on autopilot since. Yes, we still see each other, still date, etc. But he has backed off on his insistence and is letting me "sort through things."

Having developed a permant routine, the sexual relationship Jamal and I had really flourished. Basically 5 days a week Jamal ploughs my insides. That Thursday, Jamal was really giving it to me. For the better part of 3 hours, he had cum in me 3 times and made it difficult for me to walk. I felt like crap already being ill, but Jamal didn't care. The squeaking of the bedsprings and the thumping of the headboard did not help my already 'blah' nature.

Sweating profusely from my illness, the persistent sex added on to that. As the sweat matted on the nylons I wore, Jamal was intenting on fucking more of his cum into my sodden womb.

"UnhUnhUnhUnh," plunging in out of me, he took his time eliciting yelps from my lungs. Every time he pulled out he left just the tip in, then pushed forward as far down as he could go. Never tiring of my pussy, he knew all the buttons to push.

"Oh Ja..Jamal. Oh Oh Oh, yes, Ja..mal..Ba..by." There was no franticness, no violence, just two people having sex. Clearly, one is the dominant one, while the other is submissive. Jamal and I have grown comfortable in our affair. I don't fight him, anymore. He is here with me at my home 5 days a week. I don't know what he tells his aunt, but we've made this work. No one at school has any suspicions. Mark has none.

No, I'm not in love with Jamal. I do not like what Jamal insists of me. He has video from my past that would ruin my life, as I know it. But, ever since we have begun our affair, he had, unbeknownst to me, made 3 other videos of us here in my own bedroom.

Feeling those usual signs of pending orgasm, Jamal pumped me a few more times before slamming his hips forward and cumming, yet again, in my protected pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he would gruntily, sigh, shaking the last vestiges of semen from his distended organ. After finishing and pulling out of me, the slurping exit from inside my vaginal tunnel was followed by a river of our juices on the mattress. Leaving a mess on my landing strip, the glistening of his dark pole always highlighted the aftermath of our intimacy. Finishing him off in my mouth, we ate dinner. After dinner, we went back to bed and spent most of the night pleasing each other.

*******

A month after, I began throwing up. Morning after morning, I felt queasy. I could never shake the feelings in class as I taught. When my fellow faculty saw just how blase I was, they advised me to see a doctor. Knowing I had a boyfriend, the word pregnancy came up, several times. My issue was that I'd never had sex with Mark. After seeing the doctor, and having a few tests done, I learned I was pregnant. After my Ob/Gyn explained to me that being ill can affect my birth control, she figured that the dates I said I had flu, plus my partner being unprotected, was a reason my birth control failed.

Beside myself, I just realized my life took a drastic turn. With the knowledge I would have to break it off with Mark, my heart ached. The fact I've been cheating on him, and my blantantly lying to him all this time, was something he could never figure.

Needing to first inform Jamal of our predicament, I had to also inform Mark of our need to end the relationship. I didn't want to lose my career, so my foolish thought process led me to eventually calling Mark to meet with him somewhere. Breaking it off would be the hard part as he would want to know if I were seeing someone else. Afraid to admit I was 'seeing' my high school student against my will, I just figured I had to end our relationship, outright, and then deal with ending this with Jamal, sooner, than later.

We started off the morning, with Jamal calling out sick, again. Being an adult, he didn't require his guardian do that. Immediately after, he was bringing my birthday in, with my legs up on his shoulders.

Before he pushed into me, I told him,"Ja..Jamal?," I started, submissive yet pointed. "I went to see my doctor as I was throwing up a lot. After some tests, she learned I am pregnant."

Here I was, February 14th. Valentines' Day. My 35th birthday. Informing my blackmailer that I was pregnant, with his kid. His response to learning of this, was rather extraordinary.

"Really? I finally got yo' ass. Pumped a kid into that pussy. Y'all fuckin' white bitches are only good for fucking."

As the humiliation mounted upon me, I could only feel disgust and shame. I knew I wasn't going to abort this child, as that is murder in my opinion. Determined to find a way out of this turmoil, I had to begin by searching for another job, in a different state. Afterward, break up with Mark, then leave without a trace, only informing pertinent entities of my departure.

But meanwhile, Jamal was hard at work, between my nylon clad legs. Pushing in and knowing that I'm carrying his seed, he proceeded to claim his victory in my overused, ruined cunt.

"Unh! Unh!Unh! Oh! Oh!Yes!! Oh Yes!!," The overwrought nature of our intimacy, being my 35th birthday, brought out the worst in me. Not having spoken to Mark since Wednesday, I was focused on Jamal.

"Thump! Thump! Creak! Squeak!"

So deep into the festivities, It had morphed into my common sense faltering. Not wanting Jamal to stop, I encouraged him.

"C'mon young man," I began, as both of us panted heavily. "Fu..fucking de..destroy my preg...pregnant... Oh baby, yesssss..!! preg....nant...pussy some..some more."

Redoubling his efforts, he was pile driving my body through the mattress. As hard as he could, he would slam his scrotum down into me with the intention of hurting me.

"Fuck, yea.. Miss... Marshall!," He gritted through his teeth. As the ecstacy showed on his face, I could only look up and despise this person who I conceived with.

"Oh! Thump! Oh! Creak! Unh! Thump!" Everytime he would slam into me drove me deeper and deeper into the gallows.

Culminating in his 4th orgasm, as it was now 5:35 pm, his pumping accelerated. Sensing the end to be near, my mind was solely focused on the man breathing heavily above me.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Victoria!! fuckkkkkk!!" Feeling pulse after pulse exploding into my tunnel, the culmination of our latest session was almost complete. What happens next, I didn't expect.

"Kara? What the....."

Looking over Jamal's right shoulder, as my pantyhose covered legs were sticking up, and Jamal, fully on top of me and my hands laced over his shoulders from behind, I see Mark standing at the entrance of my bedroom. The panic immediately set in.

***********

It was 5:15pm and Mark pulled up outside. Having tried calling me a couple times, I'd later learn, he went up to the main entrance. Since the doorman knew of our relationship, he let Mark in as he had said he was unsuccessful in reaching me on my cell phone. Walking up stairs to the hall leading to the entrance of my flat, he reached the door. Knocking, he waited a few seconds before knocking again. Not wanting to ring the bell since, (I found out later he had gone to my school with flowers and candy, not realizing I called off), he let himself into my place with the spare key I have hidden outside my home. Wanting to surprise me on my 35th birthday, he entered.

Armed with the flowers and candy, he closed the door behind him. Not seeing me in my living or kitchen, he heard what sounded like light thumping, creaking, and moans. Confused, yet suspicious, he walked toward my stairwell. As he started to ascend the stairs, the noises became more prominent. Every step closer to the top, the thumping and creaking became louder. The moans, suddenly mixed with grunts, filled the airwaves upstairs.

Reaching the top, Mark looked down the hall, where my bedroom was.

"Oh yes. Oh Yes.Fu..fuck me..Oh yes, Jamal," could be heard, succinctly, yet submissively from the bedroom.

Understanding the brevity of the unfaithfulness he heard, he walked to my bedroom. Closer and closer the verbiage turned in moans.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Hearing the obvious slapping of skin, there was also a squishing, slurping sound, repetitious in nature.

As Mark reached the door to my bedroom, he reached for the doorknob. Slowly turning it, the door opened. Not realizing his presence, as my bed sat under the windowcill, Mark heard the words, "Fuck I'm cumming!," almost simultaneously.

Standing there in sheer horror. he was witnessing a black male fucking his girlfriend. Seeing my high heels dangling dangerously off my toes, and my nylons tattered with runs on them, he could only see my hair on my pillow, as the large body was fully on me.

As he saw my blackmail lover cumming in me, the docile words, "Oh Jamal, yesss, cum in me," quietly echoed in the room. Watching me running my fingers up and down his broad shoulders, I was brought out of my sexual bliss.

"Kara? What the...," Were the words I never wanted to hear.

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Seeing Mark, I was now in panic. Lifting my head off the pillow, I saw my boyfriend standing there with roses and candy.

"Jamal!! Oh my God!" I screeched, realizingly my affair with Jamal has just been exposed.

Continuing to expel every last droplet of his cum into me, I don't think he heard my cries.

"Jamal!" I said, louder, "my boyfriend is here!" Pointing in Mark's direction, Jamal finally realized my pleas. Pulling out, our juices gushed out of my quivering cunt onto the linens and mattress.

Standing up off the bed, Jamal clearly towered over my boyfriend. Having at least 8" in height and 100+ lbs in weight over Mark, he looked very imposing. Showing the aftermath of our session glistening off of his semi-hard hammer, Mark looked up Jamal.

"You gotta be Mark," Jamal said, confidently. With a huge smile on his face, he continued, "Victoria told me a lot about you."

Scurrying off the bed, I knew I had to intervene. "Jamal," I meekly, said, not bothering to pull my pantyhose up or cover my tits, "I'll handle this. Please."

Looking at Mark, I saw the anger, hurt and shock on his face. Still having not said a word, Mark surveyed my bedroom. Smelling like raunchy, vile sex, he began backing out of my bedroom.

Reaching a hand to him, he shouted, "No! Don't touch me!" Myself, taken aback, I backed off Mark.

"You, you..," the words difficult to find. "No sex until marriage? You've been having sex with him? How long!" He firmly, but earnestly demanded.

"Honey, I..."

"No! Shut up!! Why is he calling you Victoria?!" His anger, riding.

Jamal, hearing this, laughed, "You need to do research on yo' girl, before you lock her down."

I could see Mark wanting to swing at Jamal, but, for whatever reason, hadn't. But what Jamal said next, warranted the result he wanted.

"She just told me earlier, she's pregnant," Jamal flatly pointed out.

In a rage, Mark did swing. Striking Jamal, Mark swung again. Missing Jamal, his hand struck the wall. Hearing his bones crack in his hand, Jamal grabbed Mark by his shirt.

"Jamal! No!" My voice screeched, at a high decibel. I was scared for Mark and Jamal.

Holding his hand in pain, Mark spewed words at me I never heard from him before. "We're done Kara, it's over." Looking at Jamal, he added, "And you, you can have her, I don't know you, but.... whatever," he said. Throwing the flowers and candy he bought for me out of the window, he turned to leave.