Jacob hunches over, coughing due to his gag reflex. He keeps his head down, unwilling to face what’s in front of him.
“You’re not done yet. It needs a little more.”
Jacob remains reclusive. Fear and anguish stop him from looking up.
“Staying silent won’t help you, baby. You know how I like it. Look up. Now.”
Jacob slowly lifts his head but her hand grabs his chin to meet her eyes. Samantha, a dark skinned curly-haired vixen, stares past his eyes and into his soul. Her petite yet fit form standing over him.
“You don’t have to be scared. You want that money right?” Jacob nods his head. “Then get to it.”
Jacob’s eyes regretfully travel below her brown eyes to her luscious lips, her shapely B-cup breasts, and ultimately to the thick 8-inch strap on attached to her harness. The black strap almost pulsates up and down, Jacob’s saliva dripping from the tip.
Jacob takes one last look at Samantha. Her devious grin grows as she realizes Jacob’s decision. Without words, Jacob envelopes the strap on into his mouth. Eliciting one last sentence from Samantha.
“Yes, suck daddy’s cock.”
30 MINUTES EARLIER….
Jacob lies on the floor, bruised and beaten. A group of guys sprint down the street yelling obscenities and holding a few bags of weed. Jacob tries to stand up and run after them but the pain forces him to stop.
Jacob makes his way a corner door of his university’s dormitory and signals for a person inside to let him In. That man, Rafael swings the door open but shoots Jacob a shocked glance once he sees the state he’s in.
“Fuck. What happened man?”
“They fucked me up and took my stash.”
“And you let them get away? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I fucked up. I won’t do it again.”
“It was the Mallory boys huh?” Jacob nods. “This is the second time, man… choose another block.”
“This one has the most buyers. I’d be losing bread anywhere else.”
“You’re losing bread here. Fuck, man. Figure your own shit out. As far as I’m concerned, you owe me 350.”
“I’ll get you the bread. It’s not a problem.”
“And you still owe me 200 from the last time they robbed you. Get your shit together, man.”
All Jacob can do is nod. He grits his teeth, both from the pain and from the embarrassment. Rafael takes one last look at Jacob.
“Hold on, most people that take two beatings like that in a row don’t usually come back. You’re a dumbass for selling there but I respect the hustle. I’ll give you until tomorrow. No later to bring me my money, got it?”
“Yes bro, don’t worry about it. You know I’m good for it.”
“Just get the fuck out of here and bring me my money.”
Jacob walks past him and up the stairs. Ready to hustle. A few moments later, he bursts into the bathroom and hurls in the toilet. Blood in the mix. A tear drips from his eye.
***
Jacob steps up to room 305 in the dorm building and knocks. Music blasting from the inside. The door creeps open to reveal Henry, an overweight white guy without a t-shirt. His curious demeanor changes into a smiling fright when he sees Jacob.
“Oh shit, dude. What happened to your face?”
“Not your problem. You owe me bread.”
“Bread? Money? I got it yeah. But… that was only a few days ago. I’m going to need a little more time.”
Jacob bursts into the room and slaps Henry in the face. He shoves him to the floor, much to the surprise of Henry’s roommates who are chilling in the living room. They stop playing their music.
“Where is it?”
Henry holds the side of his face. “I told you I don’t have it yet. Just give me some more time-”
Jacob raises his fist as if to throw a strike but his friends come to the rescue.
“Don’t hit him. Just chill. How much does he owe?”
“125.”
“Come on… I owed you like 75…”
Jacob raises his fist again but his friends pool their money together.
“This is only 97.”
“That’s all we got.”
Jacob flaunts the money in Henry’s face. “You ever hold out this long again, I’ll fuck you up. Everyone in this room owes me 30 bucks. Understand?”
They all nod nervously. Jacob leaves the room with the door open.
***
Jacob stands outside room 400 and knocks. He puffs out his chest to make himself look big. The door opens to reveal Samantha from earlier. She wears a more reserved outfit while wearing glasses and having her hair in a bun.
“Jacob?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I live here. What are you doing here?”
“I’m here for Daisy. We got business.”
“Business? At 11 am? Are you selling to her?”
“I sell to everybody.”
“I haven’t heard or seen you.”
“I’m on a different block.”
“Is that true? Well, come in.”
Samantha welcomes Jacob inside and prepares him a seat on the living room couch. The table right next to it is littered with textbooks and notebooks and papers.
“You can sit. I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” Jacob decides to stand.
“How are your midterms going. I’ve been studying for like six days straight it feels like.”
“Oh…those. I’m doing decent.”
“Oh, so you’re not studying at all. Just planning on trapping your way to a degree?”
“Don’t speak to me like that.”
Samantha saunters closer to Jacob. Making him uneasy. Standing at 5’1″, she has to look up at the 5’10” Jacob.
“You’ve been working out, hm? Got more confidence in you?”
“Where’s Daisy?”
“She should be on her way back. What kind of business?”
“Can you chill? That doesn’t matter to you.”
“Are you fucking her? Is that where she disappears to? You’re fucking?”
Before Jacob can answer, the door unlocks as Daisy steps into the room holding a bag. She almost strips when she sees Jacob standing in the middle. She is wearing promiscuous clothing and is obviously tipsy.
“Jacob! Hey!”
She rushes over to him and gives him a hug. One that lasts longer than normal. Samantha watches intently.
“Hey, D. I’m here for what you owe me. Let’s go to your room real quick.”
“Oh, no!” Daisy reveals a bottle of liquor that was inside the bag. “I kinda bought this bottle for tonight. And some for my other friends. You know… I kind of hoped to see you tonight…”
“I don’t got time for parties. Or for bullshit.”
Daisy begins to look concerned until Samantha speaks for her.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll cover you.”
“Oh, really? Are you sure? You don’t have to…” Daisy looks at Samantha with expectant eyes.
“Yeah, I smoked like half of it anyways. I got you.”
Daisy leaps onto Samantha with an emphatic hug. Kissing all over her face. But Samantha can’t keep her eyes off Jacob.
“Thank you! Thank you! Next time I’ll stay and help you study.” Daisy turns to Jacob and gives him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. She whispers, “Don’t sleep early.”
Daisy collects her bottle and exits the room. Leaving Jacob and Samantha alone.
“You shouldn’t have done that. It won’t be the last time she asks you to do that. She loves flaking on shit.”
“I remember when you used to ask me for favors. When you would come back from selling weed all day. Tired and needy at night. Always asking for an extra kiss. And extra hug, an extra round of my dicking…”
Jacob stiff arms the closing Samantha, to maintain the distance.
“Don’t bring old shit up. I only look forward. I don’t associate with gay shit. Just give me the money”
“All you want is money then? Just money?”
“Just money.”
“Okay, then. Come with me.”
“I’d rather wait here.”
“I’m only going to hand it to you. What are you so scared of?”
Reluctant but challenged, Jacob follows her to her room.
***
Jacob attempts to quiet his moans by covering his mouth. It does nothing to quiet the sounds of Samantha’s thighs clapping against his ass. Samantha grips his hips tightly and gives a rough doggystyle pounding. Lube bottles and butt plugs lie next to textbooks and notebooks throughout the room.
“Stop it.” Is all Samantha needs to say as she pulls Jacob’s head by his hair. Forcing him to release his mouth and let his moans come out.
“Scream for me.” She smacks his ass. “Call me daddy. Do it.” She smacks his ass harder.
Jacob struggles to hold the moans in but doesn’t speak words.
“I want more than moans bitch. I want screaming.” Samantha pushes Jacob to the prone position. And pulverizes his ass with stiff and sharp thrusts that rocks the bed. Each thrust sounding like gunshots off their thighs clapping. Jacob whimpers and groans in pain but refuses to speak.
Samantha resorts to pulling his ears, digging her nails into his shoulders and continuously smacks his blistering ass. He still doesn’t speak. She eventually gives up on him and gets rougher, just trying to get off. After one last thrust, she slows down and removes the strap from his ass. She tries to get him to do ass to mouth but he doesn’t budge.
She takes off the strap on and tosses it in a bin in the closet. She then tosses a towel to Jacob but he doesn’t react as he buries his face in the pillow. Samantha waits for any sort of movement but upon seeing none, she goes to her bureau to get things ready for a shower.
With Samantha’s back turned to him, Jacob jumps out of bed, swipes the money from the night stand and quickly grabs his clothes to the exit. The door to the dorm room opens and slams soon after.
Samantha lets the tension out with a deep sigh. She looks over to her now messy bed. Blood stains on the sheets and tears on the pillow She then looks at her pussy, still hasn’t cum.
END OF PART ONE