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Chapter 11
I was terrified. I thought I was going to be raped and there didn't
appear to be anything I could do to prevent it. I tried to stay calm and
I looked up at him. He was huge. I said, "Jamal, I'm sorry. Of course
this is your house and I don't want any trouble. I'll do anything you
want but I'm a mess. At least let me go comb my hair and freshen up a
bit?" Jamal stopped what he was doing for a second and just looked at me
like he wasn't sure what to do. I smiled at him and said, "I'm mean it.
Anything you want..." as I reached out with my free hand and touched his
cock through his pants. Jamal began to smile and let go of me. "Hurry
back, bitch and make me some breakfast first." As I headed up to the
bathroom I saw him head for the "man cave" that Mike had set up in the
basement.
I had to think fast. Everything I owned was here. I had just lost the man
I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. As I entered our
bedroom I had to make a decision. I could just grab my purse and leave to
an uncertain future. Or I could stall and try to figure this out over
time. If I picked option two, I knew it meant that I may have to "give it
up" but if I was honest with myself it wouldn't be the first time. I'd
slept around before I met Mike and it wasn't like I was some goody-goody.
As I looked in the mirror to brush out my hair and put on a little makeup
I decided to stay.
I pulled my hair back in a pony tail and put on my denim mini and a white
"wife beater" t with no bra. I slipped on a pair of sandals and went down
to make breakfast. I made a ham and cheese omelet and toast for Jamal and
a bowl of fruit for me. I put everything on a tray and went down to the
tv room and served breakfast. We ate silently as he watched tv and when
we were done I picked up and took everything back in the kitchen. I put
the dishes in the dish washer and went back downstairs and waited for
Jamal to acknowledge I was there.
His program ended and I asked if we could talk. He turned and looked at
me and I began, "I was wondering if any arrangements have been made for
your dad? Is there anything I can do to help?" He then informed me that
the funeral had been scheduled for 2 days from now at 3 in the afternoon.
Inside I was crushed, the man I love was dead and I could do nothing to
make this last remembrance of his life special. I couldn't pick the music
or any of the readings. None of it would be part of my goodbye. But I
knew better than to show that feeling to Jamal.
I thanked him and asked if I could sit with the family. He turned and
looked at me and said, "We'll see. Now get over here bitch." I got up and
walked over to him. He said, "I know you like black cock so get down here
and suck mine." As I obediently dropped to my knees, he pulled down the
front of his gym shorts. When I saw it, I was stunned. He was only semi-
hard and it was already 8 inches. I leaned over and I remember having a
fleeting thought of "maybe this won't be so bad after all" as I kissed
his cock. Before long he was moaning. He had grabbed me by my pony tail
and was thrusting his hips forward as he fucked my mouth. His cock had to
be at least 10 inches. I was fingering myself under my skirt and I was
getting turned on by what was happening. After about 10 minutes, he
pulled me down on his cock hard and began to blow his load down my
throat. I swallowed as much as I could and he finally released me from
his grip. "Mama said you was a dirty little whore and I guess she was
right." With that he told me to leave him alone for a while. I went
upstairs to the bedroom to think.
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I thought of Mike and tried to
remember what he had told me of his ex and of Jamal. Mike's ex was named
Janet. She was his high school sweetheart and they had married right
after college and before he became a pro athlete. I had never met her but
she had her own small business, a travel agency if memory served. Of
course, that required her to travel a great deal which was how Mike and I
had some of our early opportunities. Apparently Mike had told her a good
deal about me.
Jamal had been in some trouble from what I remembered. He was raised in a
home with two successful parents but he had attended a public high school
in a part of town that was very diverse. From what I remembered, he had
been a highly recruited athlete but had fallen in with a bad crowd. That
led to some legal problems and I thought Mike had told me that Jamal had
spent 3 years in prison on some drug charges. He'd been out for a year or
so but Mike had worried about him.
As I sat, there didn't appear to be an easy solution to my situation. I
had not worked at a "real job" for nearly 5 years. All of my professional
contacts had moved on when I transitioned. I tried to think about our
friends as a couple that would maybe show up for the funeral. Most of my
"party friends" from the club days were still pretty irresponsible so
that didn't seem like an option. I wasn't sure where to turn for help
I heard footsteps coming from the stairs which startled me and then Jamal
came around the corner into the bedroom. He informed me that he had
invited some of his friends over and they were going to have a party. He
wanted to know where the key to the liquor cabinet was. I got the key
from the kitchen and asked him how many were coming and did he want me to
cook for them? He told me there were four of them and that he would let
me know when they got hungry. I went downstairs to tidy up while he got
in the shower.
About thirty minutes later, I heard a car door slam and I looked out the
window. There were four of them and they were all over 6'5" and very
muscular. Jamal came down just as the door bell rang and he answered it.
I busied myself in the kitchen as the five young men went downstairs. I
turned on the tv in the kitchen and watched for a while. The guys were
definitely drinking because things were getting a little louder so I had
a couple glasses of wine myself. I could tell when they lit up as the
smell of marijuana filled the house so I went up to the bedroom and
smoked a bowl myself.
Jamal came up stairs and asked me to bring down some salt and lemons. I
did as told and discovered five fairly high young men in my basement and
a bottle of tequila on the bar. I set down the lemons and salt when one
of Jamal's friends said, "Jamal, why don't you ask your bitch to join
us?" The rest of the boys chimed in and so I found myself doing shots
with them.
We were into the second bottle of tequila when Jamal started telling them
about what a good cocksucker I was. That's when things began to change.
Soon I was surrounded by five young black men who were touching me
everywhere. I was pretty high and still wearing the same denim mini with
the white t and no bra. I felt someone's hot breath on my neck and
someone else was feeling my boobs and twisting my nipples and another had
run his hand up my thigh and was rubbing my pussy through my panties.
One of them picked me up and put me on the floor. I pulled my skirt down
and kicked it off and one of them helped me take off the t-shirt. Jamal
pulled off my panties and I was naked on the floor with five horny young
black men standing around me with hard cocks. I was incredibly turned on
and frightened at the same time. I picked one and started sucking. I had
been a "naughty girl" before but nothing like this. At one point I had a
cock in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, and one in each hand. Then
there were combinations of different positions. By the end of the
afternoon, I was covered in cum and exhausted. The boys headed out to the
pool and I went up to shower.
I put on a bikini and went out to join them. We relaxed for a while and I
went back in to order pizza. It was delivered and then I took Jamal up to
the bedroom. He was first. Then the next and so on until all five had
fucked my brains out.
The next two days was a blur because they just stayed at the house and I
was their private whore. Some of its fuzzy because I was pretty high most
of the time but by the time of Mike's funeral, I was sore everywhere.
Chapter 12
Jamal allowed me to sit with the family at the funeral. He didn't want me
talking to anyone alone that might be able to help me so he was pretty
much the "helpful son". Mike's ex-wife, Janet, was very chilly toward me.
We barely acknowledged each other's presence. The casket was closed. The
accident was very bad and the family decided that was best. I still
sobbed uncontrollably through the entire thing and I was a mess by the
time we got home.
Over the next six months, our house was like a playhouse. There were
parties and drugs and naked people as Jamal spent his inheritance. I was
beginning to wonder why I was staying because there couldn't be much left
anyway. He at least had started to call me Natalie instead of "bitch".
And there were a few nights when he was kind and I could see Mike in him
but he always seemed to go back into "bad ass" mode when his friends were
around.
One afternoon, I came down after sleeping in from the party the night
before and he was sitting in the living room with a document on the table
and his head in his hands. After grabbing some coffee, I sat down and
waited for him to speak. Eventually he told me that the money was all
gone and that we were late with the house payment. I was stunned. I tried
to stay calm and I asked him what he was going to do. He turned and
looked at me and said, "I'm gonna peddle yo' ass bitch." I said, "Fuck
you!" and in a heartbeat he was on me. He made it very clear that he had
hurt people before and that he would hurt me if I didn't do what he said.
So by Friday night, I was entertaining my first client. He liked pretty
much just straight sex. I showed up at his hotel room, he undressed me
and he got on top and was done in 10 minutes. Some of my clients wanted
different things and we served most of them. It took a while but after
about 6 months we had a regular clientele and we were generating enough
income to keep the house. By this time, Jamal and I were sleeping
together. I was physically attracted to him and he had great stamina. He
didn't really care of his girlfriend was a prostitute as long as she made
money. I would go out in the evening and turn tricks while he would "hang
with his boys" and get fucked up or go out and raise hell.
One night, I got home and Jamal was still out. I went to bed and fell
asleep. I woke up the next morning and still no Jamal. That was unusual
but not unheard of. Maybe he was passed out somewhere. I turned on the T
V around noon and watched a bit of local news before confirming my
evening "appointments". I saw a story about a local gang shooting and
wasn't really paying attention. They said that three people were dead
including 2 gang members and they flashed the pictures on the screen. I
was stunned. It was Jamal.
I sat for a moment and thought. I had been making my own financial
arrangement now for most of the last 6 months. I had held out on him for
a total of about $15,000. I thought, if he's caught up in some crazy gang
shit, I need to get the hell out of here. I went up stairs and packed a
bag, grabbed my "client book" and headed out the door. I took the car to
the airport and went in and bought a ticket for New Orleans. As I walked
through the airport, I looked up at a TV in a bar as I walked past and
there was a "local news flash" that showed cop cars with lights flashing
and what appeared to be our home shot to hell. I walked on the flight and
disappeared for a month.
Chapter 13
Most of my clients were traveling guys and so they didn't care where I
was. They had my cell phone number so I managed to continue to be able to
support myself. Nobody appeared to be looking for me so I rented an
apartment and began to get to know my new city. It turned out to be a
great move. New Orleans has more tourism and more economic activity than
where I was and my clients traveled there more frequently. They also had
more and bigger conventions.
One night, I was having a drink at the bar of the Hilton and I was
getting some play from a potential client. It was getting on past 10:00
and he finally asked, "How much?" I told him $500 for straight and he
said good night. So I surveyed the bar for another suspect and saw an
incredibly handsome man at the bar. He looked familiar but I couldn't
place it. I sat down next to him and took out a cigarette. The bartender
lit it for me and the man said, "Wow! You're freakin' gorgeous! Can I buy
you a drink?" I knew that voice. It was Ray!
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