This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female/female sex, male/female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected Sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, non-consent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the age of consent, which means adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all acts portrayed herein.
Jamel's New Whore Part 2
Dawn woke up the next morning in Jamel's bed. She looked around, and thought, "This man is incredible." No one has ever made me feel so loved or needed. He is so considerate, not selfish like the previous two men who have taken her to bed.
She felt compelled to please him. She was already curled up next to his sleeping form, one leg draped over his and her arm over his chest.
She never enjoyed giving "blow-jobs" before; the first two guys were rough about it. uncaring, only interested in her sucking their small dicks.
She looked around. Jamel's bedroom was amazing. It is very well furnished and adorned with expensive accessories. Even the bed sheets seemed to be extravagant and very comfortable.
She realized she was falling for this man. She wanted nothing more than to please this man better than any other woman he ever had.
She looked down at his flaccid member, mesmerized by its length and girth, even when he was not aroused. She thought about how he made love to her, filling her as no one had ever done.
She was sore. They made love three times last night. She knew her soreness was due to his size and her lack of sexual experience.
She slipped her hand down and cupped his nut sack gently. She thought they must be the size of goose eggs. No wonder he could fill her to the point of leaking profusely.
She remembered how it took her so long to wipe up the mess between her legs when they had finished the night before. With a smile of contentment, she then wrapped her hand around his massive cock.
She thought, "My God, I can barely get my hand around him and it's soft." She wanted to please this man, so she wiggled down in bed so her face and mouth were in the correct position to please him.
She dipped her head down and captured his soft cock in her mouth, gently sucking and swirling her little pink tongue over his glans.
Jamel reached down, placing his hand on the back of her head, and murmured, "That's it baby, feels good."
Dawn was encouraged by his statement of appreciation and increased her effort to take as much of his penis into her mouth as possible.
Jamel thought, This whore is going to be easy.
He continued encouraging her. He said, "Yes baby, relax your throat, relax it and take me in your throat." "That's great, feels so good, you're a natural, suck it, swallow my cock."
Dawn was getting turned on by his encouraging words. She felt so special and powerful. I think that I can make this wonderful man very happy.
Jamel thought, "This whore needs more training, but damn bitch sucks like a Hoover vacuum."
A few minutes later, he pushed gently on the back of her head as he busted a nut, pumping his seed down her throat.
Dawn felt the pressure on the back of her head and the throbbing of his penis. She felt him slip deeply into her throat.
She tried to further relax her throat, fighting the gag reflex, then felt him fill her throat with his seed.
Her eyes were tearing up, she couldn't breathe. When he let go, she lifted her head, gasping a huge gulp of air, and swallowed his sperm.
She laid her head on his lap, hugging him, happy she pleased him.
Jamel hugged her and said, "Get up on your hands and knees baby." He got to his knees and positioned himself behind her.
He then told her to take his cock in her hand and put it in her.
She wasn't very comfortable with that but wanting to please him, she thought, why not, he's been around and I'm inexperienced.
She reached under her to find and grab his semi-hard penis. She gripped his dick and moved it up to the opening of her vagina, then pushed back to him as he plunged forward, burying his black snake into her welcoming whore cunt.
Dawn was intelligent but naive. She thought he loved her and she loved him. She thought at that moment that she would do anything to keep him happy.
Jamel smiled as he slapped her ass while fucking deep into her very fair-skinned white cunt. The sight of his black snake sliding in and out of her well-lubricated was extremely erotic. even to a well-seasoned cocksman such as himself.
Dawn was panting and moaning, feeling him ravishing her, and although he slapped her ass, it didn't hurt. It stung a little, but the tingling increased the overall sensations.
She grunted and came, flooding his cock with more lubricant to ease the ride.
He felt her climax and, knowing he was about to bust another nut into this whore, he grabbed her waist and plunged into her, plugging her cunt as he pumped volley after volley of sperm into her.
He slapped her ass and said, "I have things to do, get your ass dressed."
Dawn said, "I need a shower."
He replied, "No time. Clean up and get that dress on."
She went to the bathroom, moistened a washcloth and wiped up her vagina. She came out of the bathroom and went to put her underwear on when he stopped her.
Jamel said, "No, I don't want anything in the way, baby."
Dawn giggled and slipped her dress over her nakedness.
He embraced her and kissed her forehead, thinking I ain't sticking my tongue into this whore's mouth. She just got done sucking cock.
Dawn never caught on to the shuttle changes.
Walking out of his house, she felt uncomfortable knowing she was naked under her dress. She only ever knew one girl who never wore underwear, and she had a fast and nasty reputation as an easy lay.
She thought, Jamel is only the third man I ever slept with. I was still thinking of fucking as sleeping with someone.
Jamel always spent Saturdays collecting receipts from his enforcers. He pointed to Dawn and told them she was his newest whore.
She wasn't ready to be turned out yet, and he would probably work her in better hotels until her popularity warned. Then she would do tricks downtown on the streets.
Until then, she was sure to make him very rich.
He loved these girls from rural America; most were not very street-savvy and easy to manipulate.
Each time he got back to his car, he would kiss her lightly and say, "A few more stops, baby."
Dawn would smile and be the perfect little lady.
At one point, he looked at her and told her to hike up her dress so he could appreciate her charms.
She felt uncomfortable doing it and told him so. He told her the glass was tinted and no one would be coming to the car anyhow.
He looked at her and said, "Come on, baby, make your man happy."
That was all she needed. Even though she was uncomfortable being half dressed with her bottom exposed, she was reeling in his words, "Make your man happy."
Jamel was happy; she was putty in his hands.
Later, they stopped at a southern rib and soul food shop for lunch.
After lunch, he gave her a shot of Southern Comfort to rinse her mouth. He was going to fuck this whore again. Rather, she was going to fuck him.
He pulled down a dead-end street, turned around, and parked.
He leaned in, kissing her as a lover as he lowered her dress straps and mauled her tits.
Dawn was so absorbed in the attention that she didn't care where she was; Jamel was loving her.
