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The majority of the students were poor; black; and did not want to be there. But for that matter Trish didn't want to be there either. Mrs. Thomas Sagat had just left her husband of five years. The couple fortunately did not have any children and it was Trish's spoiled personality that had caused the split. She was in love with her own beauty... and cared for only herself. Her former husband; courtesy of the Judge captivated by Trish's beauty would be paying dearly over the years for the moments of pleasure he was able to steal from the self absorbed beauty. Trish gazed over the class and quickly picked out the worst of the trouble makers. Jamal Washington, a muscular black boy had the attention of most of the class; especially his female classmates; the black ones as well as the white girls who lusted after his muscular body. He was going to be trouble, the talk in the teacher's lounge had labeled him as the largest drug dealer in the school; a reputation well earned. Most of the teachers and administrators treated the brutal young man with very tender care. Trish decided that the best course of action would be to let the young man disrupt her class, she was not prepared to reprimand him at this stage of her fledging career at the new school. And there was another reason; a hidden reason. Trish had moved back home with her divorced mother and her older spoiled brother. There was the reason... her brother was totally addicted to crack. Her mother had funded his addiction so far; another woman that benefited from a good divorce lawyer and a sympathetic judge. She loved her brother, not as much as she loved herself of course but she promised her mother that she would try and locate another source for her brother's drugs; one which hopefully would be less expensive. Nothing in her pampered well to do background had ever prepared her for this though; to ask a young black punk drug dealer for drugs. As class mercifully ended Trish in her most demanding voice announced, "Jamal Washington, you have been disruptive in this class. You will stay after class and we'll discuss your behavior." The stern voice and the direct matter at which she addressed the subject caught the entire class off guard; especially Jamal. Rather than be concerned with the five foot seven inch; twenty-eight year old blonde teacher Jamal merely stared intently at her. After the other students had left the room Trish walked to the door which she shut securely. Nervously she turned to the smug black face still intently staring at her. Her voice seemed high and shrill when she first spoke, "Jamal, I've heard that you may have something that my brother needs very badly." Jamal's face turned away from his stern "kiss my ass" look to a semi-puzzled inquisitive look. "What be it that you wanting pretty teacher?" he responded. Trish was nervously fidgeting, wringing her hands and looking at the floor. "My brother... is addicted to crack. Until my mother and I can get him into a treatment program I need to purchase some..." she nearly whispered. The revelation of the pretty teacher changed Jamal's attitude, changed it completely. He slouched further into his seat and let his eyes inventory the pretty woman standing nervously before him. She wore a conservative blue skirt that came to her knees, a white cotton blouse that was just barely too tight and three inch black heels. Although her breasts weren't large he could tell they were firm and that they defied gravity. He could tell something else about the teacher, a trait that he had quickly picked up in his years on the street. He sensed her fear, her dread. 'This little white woman is going to be on the end of my black cock before too long.' was the one thought that swirled through his mind. "Well Teach, let me put it this way. I guess I could find what yo brother be needing, if you on the level," he stated looking at the fidgeting blonde. "Uhmm, do you have it on you?" she asked. Laughing he wondered if the new blonde teacher had any sense. "No Teach. I don't like it a whole lot when the security guards frisk me. Tell you what, meet me in the boiler room at 4:30 after everybody bugs out. I'll have what you need. You best be having $50.00 thought. Dig?" The tense teacher merely nodded her head. The price was considerably less than what her mother had been paying. She stood silently as Jamal walked by her and casually brushed his hard muscled arm against her tender white breasts. He smiled as he continued his journey out of the room. His thoughts turned to the soft breasts that he rubbed up against, "Yes, this be some fine split tail. I be enjoying this afternoon." The rest of the day passed slowly, apprehension nearly paralyzed Trish. But at long last the last bell of the day rang and the students and teachers quickly departed the building. Trish sat quietly at her desk watching the second hand slowly force the time to the 4:25. She rose and walked down the deserted halls until she was at the boiler room door. Looking around she saw no one and this simple fact caused another wave of fear to travel through her trembling body. She slowly pushed open the large metal door and walked forward. The room was dimly lit and she tried to adjust her eyes to the stark room. She stood at the landing and tried to focus. At long last she could make out a dark figure standing in the corner. "Jamal? Is that You?" she questioned. The dark figure merely stood silently not speaking. Trish found her nipples harden as the tenseness of her predicament nearly overcame her. She slowly stepped down one step and again called out, "Jamal is that you?" The dark figure finally stepped forward into the dingy light. Jamal's muscular frame was quickly visible. "Come here Teach," he arrogantly demanded in his dark forbidding tone. Trish felt her muscles tighten, but she had no choice, her brother needed his fix and she wanted to escape this dark chamber as soon as possible. She felt her three inch black patent leather heels click against the metal grating as carefully she stepped down the seven or eight metal steps; fear congregating in her throat. She hoped that she would be able to go through with the purchase without fainting with fear. But at long last she was nervously standing before the black high school Freshman. He enjoyed her terror; he thrived on the anxiety exhibited by the pretty blonde teacher. "You wearing a wire teach?" he asked. "A wire?" Trish answered somewhat puzzled. "Yeah, Teach, a wire, a recorder. You look way to pure and innocent to really want to score a cube of crack Teach. Before we go on I'll have to pat you down. Just to make sure you ain't got no wire. Understand?" Trish finally understood what the young black man was referring to. He thought she might be working for the police and trying to set him up. Nervously she answered, "Yes, okay, I guess I understand." Jamal was amused. He walked the several steps separating them and casually put his hand on her left breast. He felt her gasp, but she didn't pull away. 'I be enjoying this, you little white bitch,' he thought to himself. His hand then followed the white lacy bra to the other center of pleasure. He casually cradled the tender soft breast. Trish's deep emerald eyes closed as the teenage boy continued to "pat her down" and she felt her nipples harden and she felt the beginnings of dew form between her legs. "Turn around and put your hands on the workbench," Jamal ordered. Trish although apprehensive meekly complied. Jamal allowed another moment to pass before reaching his large black hand down to her knee. He then slowly, almost agonizingly slowly he slid his hand up the inside of her thighs under her skirt. He pulled the skirt up with his hand and looked down at the back of Trish's beautiful nylon covered legs. He enjoyed the warm satin touch of the pretty white thighs. She wore pantyhose which Jamal didn't like but he enjoyed the touch, and he enjoyed her trembling as he casually stroked her warm thighs. As his hand disappeared under her skirt he felt her skin become even more heated. He knew that when his finger brushed against her panty covered pussy he would feel moisture there. And he wasn't disappointed. Jamal's index finger lingered at her opening, he brushed the tip against her hardening little clit. He felt the pretty terrorized teacher as she tensed at his casual inspection. When he finally removed his hand he could still see that she was breathing heavily. The teacher that was here alone with him this afternoon. He enjoyed her fear, he fed on her fear. He stood watching the shapely tight ass of the pretty teacher. Finally she rose and turned around, and after catching her breath she reached for her purse, "You said the crack would be fifty dollars, right?" she quietly asked. Jamal had pulled out a small mirror and was casually cutting up some coke. Trish observed what he was doing, she had seen the sequence in the movies but had never actually seen any up close. After completing his task he turned to Trish, "You gatta prove to me you ain't the pigs." He took a small straw and indicated to her that she should suck the white powder into her nostril. Trish hesitated, looking into Jamal's stern face. "I've never... please don't make me..." she innocently pleaded. Jamal's face was a black mask of mastery, there would be no reprieve, no resistance tolerated by the black drug dealer. Sensing that she had no options, Trish meekly stepped forward and snorted the white powder deep into her brain. The mixture was highly potent and she felt a wave of euphoria consume her being. Almost instantly she floated carefree in the boiler room with the black teen age boy... her new dealer. As she floated in space she felt his black hands again rubbed her chest... then they fell to her tight tummy. Trish stood silently as the pleasant sensations enveloped her body, and her mind. Jamal enjoyed this new plaything. She would be useful for him. He would enjoy sticking his long black dick up her tender and seldom used little chamber of lust, but not today. There would be plenty of time to capture the pretty blonde teacher that was slowly drifting in a pleasure zone made possible by the potent chemical that she just inhaled. As she came back to earth he handed her the crack so desperately craved by her junkie brother. He brushed her long blonde hair from her face, "When you need more you tell me." He then turned and quickly walked up the stairs. Trish was still flying! The coke was potent. She sat on a dirty step and allowed her mind to slowly return to normal. * During the next two weeks she met Jamal on at least five occasions. On each occasion he made her inhale the coke. And on each occasion he stroked her internal fires. He didn't try to fuck her, there would be time for that. He wanted to make her need HER fix, just like her junkie brother did. He could tell her resistance was breaking down, she wasn't addicted after merely five times but she was becoming far easier to persuade. On three occasions Jamal had a colleague record the transaction on video unbeknownst to Trish. They got everything on tape as the pretty teacher leaned forward to indulge her new hobby. Several days later Trish's brother begged her for another fix. She reluctantly agreed to provide her brother a temporary relief to his pain. When she discreetly handed Jamal a note he nodded his understanding. But at four thirty however another black student was at her door. "Jamal wants for you to meet him at his apartment, it's in the projects. Here be the address." Trish was understandably distressed at the new and potentially dangerous change of address for her drug deal. She looked into the smirking black face of the boy delivering the note; and then remembered the tortured pleas of her brother. Then the black student smiled and then offered his assistance. "I could take you to see Jamal. After you make your buy I'll bring you back here." Trish weighed the proposal. She didn't want to go to another location; especially the black projects. It would be dark several hours from now and she knew a white woman in that neighborhood would be very vulnerable. However she did not want to drive to some unknown location completely alone. Neither of the options were palatable and she cursed Jamal under her breath. "Damn him, why can't he just come to the school and make it easy on me?" However Jamal's and Trish's objectives were diametrically opposed. Jamal had plans of his own. Tonight was the night that the innocent blue eyed teacher was to be introduced to his long hard cock. "You will bring me back here to the school?" Trish innocently asked Jimmy's waiting accomplice.. "Yes Ma'am, soon as you buy Jimmy's drugs I bring you right back," he promised. Trish made a very fateful decision - a decision that she would soon regret. She followed the young black boy to his beat up car and slid into the dirty seat beside him. He smiled as he watched her short white skirt ride up her delightful thighs showing him some pretty thigh. Although they were covered by Trish's pantyhose her pretty legs brought a big smile to the young black boy. He suspected with good reason that tonight was the night that the pretty blonde teacher would be introduced to black cock. His smile covered his face as he sped towards the dark hole called the Projects. Trish observed the smiling quiet boy. She felt apprehensive as he so callously looked at her legs. Self consciously she tugged at the too short skirt. Her apprehension did not subside when she first saw the rundown buildings of "The Project." Trish had never seen a more depressing location. It looked like it more appropriately belonged in some third world country. Trash littered the barren ground that surrounded the dull concrete buildings where it appeared that at least one third of the windows were broken. As she followed the small black boy she nearly had to run; which was very difficult in her four inch heels. The boy was enjoying the pace that he was making the teacher match. Running up the four flights of stairs in heels caused Trish to be completely winded when at long last she was standing in front of a heavy steel door. "Jimmy be there," stated the smiling black boy. He then turned and gave a secret knock, then opened the door and waving in arm in a mock salute ushered the heavy breathing and fear laden women into the small apartment. As the door swung open the first sensation that nearly overcame the young blonde teacher was the unique and unpleasant smell of her new environment. As with most public housing projects the first item to fail in the plumbing and room smelled of that defect. Jimmy was casually sitting on a dirty sofa opposite the door. Trish was startled as the heavy metal door slammed behind her. She was noticeably frightened at the depressing circumstance that had carried her here. She stood with her small purse clutched before her. She wore a short, tight white skirt; white cotton blouse. For some reason that fully escaped her at this moment she also chose to wear an underwire push up bra; and thong panties. Her pantyhose were pulled tight and highlighted her long pretty legs; especially with the short white skirt. Trish's fear and trepidation increased with each second that passed. Jimmy fed on her unease... her mental terror. "Show me what you brought me Teach," was his casual comment. Trish fumbled in her purse until she found the crisp fifty dollar bill. Not knowing what to do she placed her offering on a broken end table where Jimmy had placed his Nike Covered feet. Jimmy made a dramatic gesture of looking at the offered money. "It ain't enough teach, not this time," were the harsh brutal words. Trish started noticeably fidgeting. The fear was an ingredient, but she also found that her body had become accustomed to a nose full of coke to ease her anxiety during these moments in the transaction. She felt herself continually shift her weight from one foot to the other. "I... uh... don't know what you mean Jimmy... Can I have my line... to sort of help me out a little?" she nervously asked. Jimmy had a stern mask covering his black face, there was not the usual friendly banter. "Coke costs money, you got any more money Teach?" Trish was becoming very uneasy at the dramatically changing scenario that was developing. Fidgeting in her purse she found another twenty three dollars. Jimmy merely held his hand out as Trish obediently handed over her last twenty three dollars, she meekly then stepped back. Jimmy looked at the rumpled bills. He then looked up at the obviously frightened teacher and put on his "mean" mask. "I don't got no coke teach, but I gots somethin' that you'll like even better. But first, it's time I see those little white tits that you been teasing me with." Trish's delicate hands immediately went to her chest, dropping her purse to the floor. "No! No Jimmy! I-I... told you... I won't tolerate you touching me, or, or..." her voice trembled as she tried to instill some small measure of authority back into the deteriorating situation facing her. Jimmy reached into his jean pockets and retrieved an eight inch knife which he flicked open. Without looking up he started cleaning his fingernails. "Teach; you ain't got many options. And all of them are bad. You either lose the blouse and bra and show me your pretty little tits or you turn your Lilly white ass and get the hell out of my apartment. The school is just four miles due South. I'm sure a smart white girl like yourself will have no trouble walking home. You best be making yo decision, you don't have much time." The words slammed into the pretty white teacher like a truck load of bricks. The options were quickly analyzed, there were no options. Both Trish and Jimmy understood that. At the same moment of recognition of that cold brutal fact Trish also remembered that she was no longer on any type of birth control. She understood; vividly that Jimmy was planning on fucking her, she tried to reason that there may be a chance that he would not breed her, but the self delusion was short lived. Jimmy could see the anxiety in his prey and understood that when your victim is at her weakest you pounce allowing for no reprieve, no delay in her surrender. "You best be making your decision. Either lose your blouse and bra or get your bony ass out my apartment. Either way you DO IT NOW!" With fright showing across her pretty face Trish slowly unbuttoned her white cotton blouse, with each button undone she sensed that her submission was traveling far faster than her ability to cope. She pulled her blouse from her skirt and finished the last button. She looked down at her tormentor who was still casually cleaning his fingernails with the long vicious knife. Without waiting for the words she let the blouse drop from her shoulders to the dirty hard floor at her feet. With her breathing becoming labored she unsnapped her bra and bringing her shoulders together let the protective covering join the blouse. Instinctively she covered her small firm 34 B breasts with her delicate fingers. When she looked down Jimmy was casually waving the knife back and forth, "Move the hands bitch!" Trish felt her face blush as she let her arms fall to her side. She stared at the window and the late afternoon sun, she could not bear to look into the smirking black face of her... tormentor. "Do you know what be happening tonight Teach?" Jimmy asked.. "I-I... uh, I think I can guess..." was her whispered answer Her hesitation, her soft answer confirmed to Jimmy that her fear, fear of what was to come was instilled into her mind. Jimmy thrived on the moment that conquest was his and both he and Trish understood that Trish had just surrendered. "When be the last time you were bred white girl?" he callously asked. The question had its intended effect. Trish knew she was about to submit either willingly or by force to Jimmy's growing black manhood. "M-my husband and I made love about two months ago right before I left him..." she honestly answered. A smile crept over the black face, "Two months without any cock. I guess you might be needin' a little nigger cock to make your little pussy feel right again," he mocked. Trish could say nothing, she continued to fidget, her drug need starting to appear. "Sit on that chair. Put yo pretty long white legs on the arm rests," came the next sharp order. The order was humiliating for a shy young wife, but there was no play in refusal. Jimmy had never been violent, but he had never been this close to fucking the innocent white wife either. Lust can turn ugly at a moment's notice. Submissively Trish obeyed the black teen age boy. She seated herself and then raised her long legs so that they rested on the arm rests on both side of her. She knew that the position was obscene but she also could see the lustful glare in the dark eyes of her tormentor. His black cock was starting to tent the front of his jeans. By raising her legs the short white skirt was pushed back to her waist. Her panty and pantyhose covered crush was visible to the lustful black eyes of the black drug dealer. He slowly rose and picking something up from the sofa kicked the end table aside. The violent action startled Trish, but she meekly remained spread and open for the black boy. He fell to the floor before the widely spread white legs of his latest plaything... his teacher... He roughly pinched the nylon together on her upper left thigh causing her to flinch. He then rapidly slashed with his knife and ripped the nude covered nylon, causing it to run down her pretty leg. Trish gasped at the suddenness of the action and stared with frightened eyes at the black boy kneeling before her widely splayed legs. Jimmy let the knife caress her pouting and wet crotch, "Was your man good, did he make you feel good when he took you?" The frightened teacher meekly shook her head, small tears were running down her cheeks, the simplicity of his conquest was building the boy's self confidence. Here spread before him was his white teacher; a woman at least twelve years his senior, he felt his long black cock harden, his pre cum had already soaked the front of his jeans... He could see by the stainless steel blade that Trish's precious lubricant was also freely soaking her crotch covering. From seemingly nowhere Jimmy raised a hypodermic needle filled with a dull brownish orange fluid. He pushed the plunger forcing a drop of the fluid to exit the sharp tip. Trish stared in terror at the needle... "Please Jimmy... oh God NO...NO!" she pleaded. He placed the tip of the needle at the torn opening of her pantyhose..... Before pressing the sharp tip into her white flesh Jimmy looked up in the terror stricken face of the pretty blonde teacher... Her eyes were wide... "Do you want me to fuck you Teach? Tell me bitch?" he asked. Trish tried to focus. The words would not form, her mind returned to the fact that she was not on birth control, but she also could feel her soaked panties, she wanted the long black cock offered by the black teenager... she just didn't want to become pregnant. Both Trish and Jimmy watched as the needle was pressed against the soft white skin. Trish felt pressure and then the sharp tip bit the skin, a droplet of her red blood forming near the puncture point. The fluid pumped into her vein was immediate... Trish felt a warm feeling overwhelm her tired and frighten mind... the fluid brought a gentle calmness that allowed her to relax... to rest her blonde head against the back of the dirty chair. Jimmy looked up into her face as he continued to pump the addictive and potent drug into the white teacher's vein, he could sense the temporary serenity that came over the pretty teacher. He also understood the craving that her body would shortly require. The heroin would make the pretty teacher his little plaything for a long time, or at least until he got tired of planting his seed into her tight little slit. As the last of the fluid was extracted from the small opening in the needle he reached up and tenderly stroked her opening. Self-consciously she spread herself to enjoy the gentle caress, it brought pleasure to her neglected little pussy. She softly moaned as he continued to play with her leaking little opening. He pulled the needle from the white skin and seen her red blood immediately start to close the puncture. Her mind seemed to drift... she was riding on a drug induced cloud but it felt relaxing... she opened her legs wider when she felt the black fingers gently probe against her pantyhose covered little pussy... the sensation felt pleasant and she wished she did not have the obstruction. Her hips pushed up to enjoy the finger brushing against her now protruding little clit. A soft moan escaped her throat. Her tortured mind tried to focus as Jimmy raised the stainless steel blade to her leaking slit. She moaned but offered no resistance. Her legs were widely splayed on the arm rests and her panty hose and panty covered crotch was pulled tight. The blade softly probed as Trish's anxious eyes widened with horror. The nylon separated and ran down her long legs. She gasped as the blade speared her panties.. the two flaps being ripped apart. As the cloth separated her precious fluid spilled out, coating the stainless steel blade. Horror tried to spread through her mind, but the brown fluid streaking through her body generated a gentle serenity. Jimmy allowed the tip of the knife to touch her throbbing slit and in that instance a massive shot of pleasure travelled throughout Trish's body. Her leaking cylinder pushed it's honey like substance from her clenching chute. Jimmy realized it was time to breed the older white woman. She was ready. There would be no resistance as he buried his long black pole into her weeping little chamber. He wanted her to anticipate the breeding. He slowly rose and let his jeans slide down his muscular thighs. He could see her blue eyes focus on his manhood... She was his... she would have been his without the heroin... but he smiled. It was a nice touch... with the addiction that would take only days she would spread for him at will; she would spread for whomever he chose to breed her. His long thick black cock was ready... He knee walked between her widely spread legs. He allowed her just the tip. Trish squealed as the pleasure of his thick organ pressed against her nerve laden chamber. Jimmy could see her need, he could feel her need as her pussy muscles clenched the head of his cock. He allowed the desperate teacher another two inches and she tried to back up, but there was nowhere to go. Jimmy did not permit any further retreat, the next pile driving thrust was his entire ten inches. He heard the squeal, the deep moan emitting from her throat. Trish tried to raise up to meet the frantic black cock that established its own power driving rhythm. The constant pounding caused her intense pleasure. Jimmy smiled as he felt her need, her clenching pussy muscles sucked his sperm to the tip. Trish desperately wrapped her legs around his muscular black buttocks and pulled him forward; deep into her being. Her head was thrashing about, at the moment her first orgasm arrived - arrived via the black scalding sperm deposited deep in her womb. Jimmy continued to pump his black cock until the pretty drug laden teacher had reached her second... her third mind shattering climax. He allowed his cock to remain wedged in her tight hole prohibiting any of her fertile sperm to escape. The warm chamber continued to clench and throb insuring that his manhood remained hard. Trish eventually drifted off into a drug induced slumber. Only then did Jimmy allow his black cock slip out of the warm pussy. He looked at her pretty face. She was now his, bought and paid for. It was a good investment. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 69