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Trish Sagat
by Arc Light (address withheld)
***
A female high school teacher becomes addicted to crack
by one of her students. (MF, wife, intr, d/s, reluc,
drugs)
***
Trish Sagat looked out over the crowded Freshman High
School English class. 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
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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