Christy started acquiring a steady tempo and relaxing a little in spite of herself. She knew what he liked and was obediently doing it — until Reggie made another demand.
"That's real nice, baby. You a natural at this and learning good, but you need to bring that sweet pussy on my face now, so I can enjoy it some more."
He had said he would stop performing oral sex on her if she would perform it on him. Now he was trying to make her do a '69' with him. "No, I don't want you to do that to me anymore."
She tried to scurry away.
Reggie sat up, his strong hands grabbing her thighs and squeezing them as he dragged her over his lap. He began spanking her firm ass. It sounded like the clap of an overly enthusiastic audience member and she cried out from the pain.
"Ow, what are you doing? No, stop... oh, no...ouch, it hurts!"
His loud, painful applause continued.
"Okay, okay...please...I'm sorry!"
When he finally stopped, her ass stung and glowed red, his hand kneading her solid glutes before soothingly rubbing the smooth, warm globes.
"I warned you not to tell me 'no' again. Now bring that sweet little pussy onto my face or it's gonna be your Grandma crying next. And make sure you swallow all my cum, like you did last time, baby."
Christy straddled his face. His hands grabbed her firm butt cheeks and spread them apart as he pulled her down towards his mouth. He delivered another smack to her scorching buttock. "Start sucking on my cock," he barked.
Christy felt him begin drawing on her already engorged clitoris. Oh, god, not that again, she thought, taking his huge chocolate cock in hand and putting it back into her mouth. Her clitoris had become sensitized by him earlier and what Reggie kept doing to it aroused her more. Christy didn't want to be aroused by him, didn't want any of this to feel good.
He wouldn't stop, and her loins began yearning for release. She didn't want to cum for him. It was so embarrassing. She fought her orgasm and began moaning with his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like it was a gigantic pacifier, stroking it, softly rolling his tremendous balls in her fingers.
The intensity of what they were doing to each other became overwhelming. Her body wanted to cum even though it was wrong. The way his mouth and lips kept engaging her down there made her begin to forget everything else and brought all her attention to the task at hand.
He was sucking on her clit harder it seemed. As she ran her lips up and down his shaft, she felt his cock begin throbbing in her palm. A glob of semen jettisoning from its tip landed on her cheek. She remembered that he expected her to swallow. "Oh, your cumming," she observed aloud. Her mouth returned to his glans as she continued stroking his shaft. "Mmmm, mmmm," she moaned.
For the second time, Christy was treated to copious amounts of Reggie's semen. His cock ejaculated for almost an entire minute, spurt after spurt she drank, an increasingly powerful dosage of his potent male hormones accumulating in her like repeated exposures to radiation gradually causing mutation. She was married to Dave, but she had never performed oral sex on him. Reggie was the only man she had tasted and swallowed, and she knew it wouldn't be like this with Dave.
The ordeal was finally over, and he was satisfied, Christy thought, regaining her senses as his cock finally stopped ejaculating and started losing rigidity. She removed herself from his face and from the '69' with him. She sat up on the edge of the mattress, disgusted with her behavior but relieved it was over. Reggie sat up as well and draped his arm around her shoulder. "You see baby, that wasn't so bad, now was it? How you feel?"
In a daze, Christy silently stared at him, her beautiful blue eyes containing a mixture of fading lust with rising levels of shame and hatred. His strong, masculine taste lingered in her mouth and a glob of his semen remained on her cheek. He reached up and wiped it off. "We don't want to waste this. Open your mouth for me."
Christy looked at the daub of white goo on Reggie's black finger.
She was going to refuse, but then remembered earlier — the way he punched her in the stomach, smacked her face, spanked her ass — and the horrible things he had threatened to do to her grandma.
Her mouth opened.
"Good girl," Reggie praised after making her swallow the very last of him.
"I did what you wanted. Will you leave us now, Reggie?"
"Leave you?" His arm still around her shoulder pulled her into him. "I love you and I'm not leaving for a whole year, baby. I got a lease that says I can stay, remember? And that's exactly what I'm gonna do. We not done today yet either. That was just a little appetizer to get us in the mood. Look at my cock."
Christy looked down and watched in dismay. His penis was slowly regaining an erection. Was this some kind of perverted joke? How could he possibly be getting hard again after only a few minutes?
"See what you're doing to me? Remember what I told you before about how a man's body shows his love? You keep making me hard, baby, because you so beautiful and I'm in love with you." He took her hand and guided it to his cock. "Now play with it some more."
Christy didn't have the any other option. With his strong arm around her shoulder, her arm slid around his waist as she began gently jerking on his cock.
"That's it, baby. You been giving me hard-ons since I moved here and now you gonna start taking care of them for me."
Christy couldn't believe how big and rigid his cock was becoming again. She could see and feel it rapidly growing to full erection in her hand.
She had intended to masturbate him, make him cum and be quickly done with the lewd act, but Reggie abruptly removed her hand from his big brown dick and stood. His palm landed between her firm breasts and pushed her backwards. "Lay back for me now," he instructed.
Christy was confused as he pushed her down into the mattress, her legs dangling from the bed where she had just been sitting. In what seemed like one continuous motion, his arms grabbed the back of her knees, lifted her legs while spreading them wide. He jerked her to the very edge of the bed.
She felt him messaging her clitoris with the head of his penis. "No, Reggie. I'm married to Dave. I can't do that with you," she pleaded.
He swiftly grabbed her chin and squeezed tightly. "Didn't I just warn you about ever saying 'no' to me? You my girlfriend, for a whole year until my lease is up, and you better start acting like it. I might decide to throw a few more dollars at that dumbass husband of yours to let me stay longer just so I can keep fucking you."
He released her chin and his hand slid down to her throat. He made it difficult for her to breathe, her face turning red like a tomato. "I can break this beautiful neck and just as easily have it done to your grandma and mom. How you think they would like getting fucked by a dozen big black dicks before being killed? Or maybe I'll have my homeboys slice up your dad and that dumbass husband of yours who lets strangers move into his home and fuck his wife. Now spread those pretty legs wide for me baby."
Her legs opened for him.
"Good girl."
His hand released Christy's neck, allowing her to breathe, and he resumed fumbling with his cock, probing around her entrance. She felt the smooth head of his penis rubbing against her swollen clitoris, then descend from it and push at her wet slit. "Don't," she whimpered, her palms uselessly pushing at his muscular stomach, but unable to stop him from pursuing his goal. The diamonds on her engagement and wedding bands sparkled against his dark skin as if silently protesting what was occurring in front of them again.
His fingers spread her labia as his cock took aim at her pussy. She felt the initial pressure as he sought admittance, then she felt her pussy stretching around the glans of his massive organ in surrender.
"Oh, baby, your sweet little pussy is so wet and tight and feels so good," Reggie exclaimed. "I'm finally inside you again. Oh, I'm gonna go all the way and deep." He began making tight circles on her clitoris with his thumb to help gain her cooperation.
"Oh, don't Reggie. Ooh...please stop," she cried, her pelvis briefly responding to his thumb with a faint undulation as if acknowledging pleasure.
After pulling almost all the way out, in what seemed like attempts to give Christy false hope, his cock kept returning into her a little further. Her hands abandoned their fruitless efforts against his stomach and latched onto his hips, trying to thwart his ever-deeper thrusts.
"Oh, yes, baby. Since you my girl, you gotta take all of me and show me how much you love me. You do love me, don't you, baby?"
"Oh god," Christy wailed. She didn't know how to respond to this sick animal. The discomfort caused by his enormous cock was reaching the threshold of pain. How could she stop him from going all the way into her with his long, thick penis? "Yes, I love you, Reggie. Please... oh...no more...ouch...oh...it hurts...ow...oh."
He held back for a while, allowing Christy to acclimate, until her grip relaxed, then he bumped into her further, catching Christy off guard, her fingers digging into his hips once more as he made additional progress. He kept repeating this technique and moving closer towards his goal, the muscles in her vagina stretching each time to accommodate a little more of him.
"Ow, Reggie, you're too big and you're hurting me."
"Shhh, it gonna be okay, baby. You'll get used to having me inside you. I'm bigger than your husband, but you gonna take me. I told you last night we was gonna get to know each other better and become friends, and that's what we doing. You becoming my girlfriend and I'm almost all the way in you. Just a little more, baby."
Her fingers bore into his hips from sudden pressure and pain as he drove home. "Ow, ow, oh, oh, ah, I can't! Ah, ow, oh, ooh. Nah...no more."
"What you mean you can't? We already there. Look at my cock. It all the way in you now, baby."
Christy looked down in horror and watched his entire penis, its long, thick shaft triumphantly wearing her silky secretions, repeatedly and completely invading her pussy. She felt his immense scrotum slapping against her asshole, further attesting to his victory. She looked up at him, their eyes meeting, the pain abating as her body adjusted to his entirety. "Ooh, oh, ah... Reggie, you're not wearing a condom. Ooh, oh, please... pull out now."
"Relax, baby. We got all day before Dave comes home and I ain't gonna cum again for a long while. We got plenty of time to enjoy this."
"Ooh, ooh, ooh... no. Don't do this to me," Christy murmured while accepting defeat. Her hands remained on Reggie's hips, but no longer grasped him in pain or attempted to hold him at bay. For now, at least, he had conquered and dominated her.
As if reading braille, the walls of her vagina began painting vivid images behind her eyes of his thick, long cock tunneling through her quivering tissues, parting them all the way up her birth canal, expanding her vaginal orifice. The head of his penis practically reached her cervix. Reggie embraced her in his arms as he lied on top of her, his hard, bulging muscles pressing against her.
As he resumed the trail of kisses up Christy's neck toward her ear that he had embarked on earlier, he took note of how her nipples hardened and pushed into his chest and how her pussy became even wetter. She obviously liked having her neck and ears kissed while being fucked.
Through the closed curtains of her bedroom window, the murkiness of early morning had succumbed to the light of an approaching afternoon sun. "Oh, oh, oh, don't make me cum again, Reggie. I don't want to. I can't do this. I'm married to Dave," Christy moaned in his arms. "Oh god...no. Ooh, ooh, ooh."
Reggie felt her pussy throbbing around his cock. He kept making her orgasm and this one was getting really strong.
His own orgasm was swiftly approaching.
"That's it. Show me how much you love me, Christy. See how your nigger boyfriend makes you cum? I love you, baby," Reggie cooed. "Oh, yeah, you feel so good."
It seemed like his big muscles were becoming tenser and he was driving into her with greater force. Christy felt something like a squirt gun going off along with pressure and his huge cock pulsating in her pussy. It took a moment for all these things to register in her mind. Dave didn't orgasm this strongly, he usually wore protection and he didn't ejaculate as much. But she had experienced Reggie do this with her before. "Oh, ooh, please don't. Oh, you're not wearing a condom and you're cumming in me, Reggie...no."
He pulled out too late but while still ejaculating, his warm cum landing on her stomach. He removed her hand from his hip and placed her fingers around his cock. "I'm not done. Stroke me, baby. I made you cum now help me finish."
"Oh god, Reggie—you're cumming all over me."
"It's okay, baby. It's my love for you overflowing from my body. Don't stop. It feels good. Keep stroking it and show me how much you love me too."
She helplessly lied beneath him, his hand around hers making her gently tug on his cock and assist with the sick, demented task. His hard, gargantuan penis pulsated in her hand like a major artery about to burst, discharging semen all over her.
"Oh, yeah, baby...Ah, keep doing that. I love you. I'm sorry. I tried to pull out before I started to cum, but you felt too good and I couldn't help it."
Christy was speechless. How could this happen? She was married to Dave and loved him, but this awful criminal had fucked her — again. She let go of his cock, sat up and looked down in shock at the mess Reggie had left all over her body and at what was copiously leaking from her pussy. The size of his penis and testicles truly matched the amount of semen they produced.
His cum, mixed with her own vaginal secretions, was on her hand from fondling him and she didn't know what to do with it. He hugged her and she unconsciously ran her slimy palm up his hard, muscular chest.
"Please, stop now," she implored in his embrace.
He left her bed, stood and petted her hair affectionately. "I love you. Did that feel good, baby?"
Christy sat on her bed staring up at him incredulously, her eyes filled with more confusion, anger and shame. How could he possibly say he loved her and ask that? "No, it didn't feel good. I hated it and I hate you, Reggie. I'm married, I love my husband and I didn't want to do this. You made me do it."
He smirked at her. No matter what she said, they both knew how much she came. "I guess I'm gonna have to work on you some more then. Eventually you gonna admit liking it and you gonna love me."
Neither of those things would ever happen as far as Christy was concerned.
He picked his boxers up off the floor and turned to her. "Make sure you don't tell no one about me, and we'll keep all this our secret. You probably don't want your husband finding out about what you been doing with me, and you don't want my homeboys visiting any of your family or friends either."
Tears began running down Christy's cheeks. "I did what you wanted. Now get out of my room and leave me alone!"
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched his towering body walk away, his dark, muscular shoulders, back, and buttocks briefly on display. He closed her bedroom door behind him as quietly as he had entered it that morning, leaving Christy with him in and on her body and what he had done to her again seared into her memory.
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The exercise helped take her mind off what Reggie had done to her again yesterday. Christy had gone to the gym early in the morning, finished a good swim, got in some strength training, and returned home to take a shower, all before the sun had risen.
A cool breeze blew through her golden hair as she finished running home from the gym and reached the front of her house. The stars brightly twinkled in the pre-dawn sky, and a sliver of the moon hung low in the horizon as if bidding farewell to another night. All the windows in her house were dark as she approached, except one. The light from her bedroom window indicated Dave was awake and getting ready for work.
When Christy entered the bedroom, Dave greeted her with his usual smile, completely unaware of what had been transpiring between his wife and Reggie. "Why up so early this morning, Christy? Did you have problems sleeping again last night?"
He buckled his belt, sat down on the edge of their bed—in the exact same spot where Reggie had fucked her yesterday— and reached for his work boots.
Christy was filled with guilt and shame. She did have problems sleeping last night, but she couldn't tell Dave the real reason why. "I guess I'm a little apprehensive about that job interview today, so I ran to the gym and got in an early workout."
"You're incredible, Christy. I wish I had half the energy you seem to have. That's how you keep your gorgeous figure."
Dave's comment was supposed to be a complement, but Christy wished she wasn't so attractive because beauty had become her curse.
"Dave?" she asked softly as he was tying his boot.
He looked up at her. "What, sweetheart?"
"If I get this job maybe we can give Reggie back his lease money, sell the house, and move somewhere more affordable."
His eyebrows lifted as he listened to her. "I thought you loved this house, Christy. Why do you want to sell it now? Eventually the market will come back and we can sell then if you want."
She looked at the floor like a child caught in a lie. "I don't know, Dave. I just don't like having to share our home. I think it would be better if we had some place smaller for just the two of us."
"I don't think we can sell for what we owe. We're upside down on the mortgage. We'd have to do a short sale and that would really ruin our credit for a long time. We've already been late on a few bills and I don't know if we'd even qualify for a new loan. We should be able to make ends meet now with the extra income from Reggie though. I think it'd be best to hold on to the house until the market recovers. Besides, Reggie wouldn't be too happy about having to pack all his things and move out after he just moved in. It wouldn't be very nice of us to do that to him."
If Dave knew the truth about Reggie, he wouldn't have been so concerned about upsetting him. Dave always wanted to be everyone's friend, and some people took advantage of his trusting nature. In this instance, it was Christy paying the price. "I guess so," Christy softly replied with a hint of sadness in her voice. She turned toward the bathroom to bathe and get ready for her interview.
The interview she had missed the first time Reggie raped her was with Brightman Enterprises. The company must have been really interested in hiring Christy because they rescheduled her for today instead of hiring someone else.
She needed this job. It was a position as an account executive, and not only would it provide necessary income, but it would advance her career.
Dave had already left for work when Christy finished showering and exited the bathroom. She thought he would still be home, but he had gone in early it seemed. She had felt safe from Reggie while Dave was around. Alone and unprotected, she quickly finished dressing in business attire and put on some makeup in a hurry to avoid Reggie.
The house was quiet, and she didn't think Reggie was awake yet, but when she went into the kitchen there he was, wearing only his underwear and standing in front of the refrigerator as if he had been waiting to ambush her. The muscles in his arms, chest and stomach bulged beneath his dark skin like waves in a restless ocean, and a huge protrusion caused by his massive erection pushed against the fabric of his boxers like a pole holding up a circus tent.
"Who you all dolled-up for today, baby?" Reggie asked with a sickening smile that revealed his gladness over catching her. The blue dress Christy wore hugged her delicious curves and reached a few inches above her knees, showing off her slender legs. Light makeup further accented her already gorgeous blue eyes and pouty lips. Her soft blond hair flowed past her shoulders like rays of sunshine. She was enticing and Reggie couldn't resist her.
This was the perverted monster that had molested and raped her multiple times. Christy looked up at him with disgust and answered coldly. "I have a job interview. I told you before to stop calling me baby. I'm not your baby. I would appreciate it if you put on some clothes."
With the swiftness of a viper's bite, his hand grabbed her by the nape.
"Ow, get your filthy hand off me!"
His dark eyes angrily peered into hers. "Who's gonna stop me? Dave's not here to help you, is he?"
"No, he went to work. Let me go!"
"Well then it's time for you to make nice with your boyfriend. We get to play while he's gone. I thought you and me had an understanding about this, but you not cooperating like you suppose to. You forget about our little arrangement, baby? You staying home with me when Dave goes to work. Remember the list of your family and friends? My homeboys are ready to visit each of them, including that pathetic husband of yours. The warehouse Dave works at is right in the middle of the hood — a convenient spot for my niggers to do a stabbing or shooting."
No, she couldn't let Reggie do those perverted things to her again, but she couldn't let him hurt her family either. The reality of her situation became horrifyingly evident. The two previous times he had raped her weren't going to be isolated instances. He wanted her to be his captive in her own home so he could fuck her every day.
Tightly gripping the back of her neck, he began guiding her over to the kitchen table, her legs stubbornly moving in the direction he wanted, her hands instinctively reaching up and wrapping themselves around his wrist.
"No, Reggie. You're not doing that to me again. I have a job interview I need to go to. Stop it."
He bent her over the kitchen table, the right cheek of her face pressed against its cool wooden surface, her open palms pushing against it but unable to lift herself off it as he held her down. She felt his other hand reaching up her dress and begin rubbing her pussy through her thong.
"I can do whatever I want to you, baby, and you gonna let me do it."
"No! Don't touch me. I mean it. Stop it, Reggie!"
His finger easily circumvented the thin strip of fabric comprising her thong and slipped into her warm slit. She hated him and what he was doing to her, but her pussy began moistening for him and it embarrassed her.
"That's a good girl. Get nice and wet for me, Christy, and show me how much you really want me," he commented, slowly sawing his thick digit in and out of her tight, wet opening and further humiliating her.
She did not want him, and she never would want him— but he was making her wet.
His finger, coated with her silky secretions, began attending to her clitoris.
Christy's eyes opened wide when she felt him touching her there. "No, don't do this to me. Stop touching me there... don't."
"Oh, yes, baby. Right there. Uh-huh, we both know how much you like having your special spot rubbed. Does it feel good yet?"
"No, stop it. I don't like it. Please."
"Sure, you don't, baby. But I'm touching it anyway. Oh, yeah, that starting to feel good, isn't it?"
Contrary to her claims, her clit revealed the pleasure it felt by firming beneath his finger, and he continued manipulating it as he soothingly spoke.
"Shh, it's okay, Christy. You going to let me touch it for a little while, baby. Your family and friends need you to protect them. You either cooperating or someone's gonna get hurt real bad, maybe even die. Remember who I am? If you piss me off something unfortunate will happen to someone you care about."
"Oh god, no. Stop it...don't."
Her struggling began to subside. "That's it. Calm down, and let me play with it, baby. It won't be bad. See how good it starting to feel?"
"Oh...oh...oh...ah, stop touching me there. Ooh...no."
He reached into the waistband of her thong and began slowly sliding it down her legs while masturbating her.
"No... please...don't," she cried. The young, confident woman on her way to a promising job interview moments ago had turned into a sniveling schoolgirl. "You can't do this to me again. I won't let you."
"Yes, I can do this to you, Christy, and you gonna let me because you don't have a choice. You my girlfriend now, baby, and you already done nasty things with me. Remember what we did yesterday? This be all your fault because you too beautiful to resist; you keep making me hard."
"I didn't do anything to you. I'm not your girlfriend. Stop it."
He lifted her dress up, revealing her firm, prize-winning ass covered with the faint bruises he put on it by spanking her yesterday. He kicked her legs apart; her thong, which he had left around her lower thighs, became taut.
Christy heard a loud crack before the sting registered in her brain. He was slapping her butt again.
"Don't talk back to me. If I say you my girlfriend, you best agree with me," Reggie growled while disciplining her. "Now say it to me."
Her ass was already tender from the spanking he gave her the day before. "Ow, ow, ow, stop hitting me! Okay, please...I'm your girlfriend."
"Say it again!" Another smack...
"I'm your girlfriend."
"Again!" Another smack...
"I'm your girlfriend damn it! I'm your girlfriend! I'm your girlfriend!"
When Christy's spanking finally ended, her ass glowed red and radiated warmth. He soothingly ran his hand up and down each of her firm, young butt cheeks and squeezed them.
Bent over the kitchen table she sobbed, her bare ass red and sticking out for him. Reggie took advantage of this opportunity, pulled down his boxers and aimed himself at his weary target.
The head of his penis nudged her moist labia.
Christy raised herself up on her elbows and tried to turn around, but he held her hips firmly.
"No, please wait..."
He thrusted, her labia separating for the head of his penis and granting it entry. It was too late for her delay tactics. He was already inside her.
"Don't...oh... oh... please no... ah...oh..." She collapsed on the table, air evacuating her lungs as his enormous penis slowly advanced all the way into her, until its head practically reached her cervix and his scrotum made contact with her clitoris. The walls of her vagina began convulsing uncontrollably. She reached forward, her fingers clutching the edge of the table in front of her and her knuckles turning white.
His strong hands continued holding her hips as he reversed course, unhurriedly pulling almost completely out, until just the bulbous head of his cock remained, her pink labia tightly stretched around it like the lips of a mouth sucking on a large lollipop. He paused a moment, letting the reality of what was happening to her sink in and the anticipation build, before embarking on his return journey to the furthest possible depth inside her, and repeating this process with a steady, predictable rhythm.
"Ah, ah, oh, you can't do this to me. Stop it," she moaned, instinctively repositioning herself to ease his entry and better accept him. He had already demonstrated to her that he could do whatever he wanted with apparent impunity.
Her young, white pussy was like a taste of paradise to his penis. He looked down at the wet sheen coating his dark brown cock. "Ah, baby, you so silky and tight and feel so good. You know I can't stop now. Don't it feel good having me all the way inside you again?"
"Ah, ah, no. Oh, ooh, ooh... it doesn't feel good. Stop doing this to me. I hate it and I hate you."
His hands moved from her hips to her butt cheeks and spread them wide apart. Her pink asshole winked at him as he gently ran his thumb up and down across it. "Awe, I see you also like me touching your asshole. You sensitive here too, baby? Dave ever massage your asshole? I be discovering all sorts of intimate things about you."
"No, he's not filthy like you. Oh...you're a sick, disgusting pervert. Ah, oh...stop it now. This is wrong. I won't tell anyone. Pull out and stop rubbing me there. Oh... please, I have to go to a job interview."
Reggie continued massaging her sensitive anus with his thumb while fucking her, causing it and the muscles in her vagina to contract in response and making her pussy squeeze his cock. "But you my girlfriend and I know you don't want to leave me with this painful hardon you caused, do you baby? That will make me frustrated and I might have to do bad things to people you care about, like your poor old Grandpa Bill. I love you and I don't want to do something like that."
"Oh, god... no. Don't hurt grandpa. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you hard. Don't hurt anyone. I'm doing what you want."
"Maybe if you nicer to me, let me love you more and keep me satisfied, I'll change, baby."
She didn't want to be nicer to him or let him love her in the disgusting way that he expressed it, doing these perverse things to her, but she couldn't risk his possible reaction if she denied him.
"Ah, oh, oh, ah. Okay, Reggie."
The sex act continued, Christy's body becoming more comfortable with his size, his reliable cadence, and beginning to anticipate his thrusts. His penis was like a giant piston moving inside a snug, well-lubricated cylinder. Preoccupied by all this, she didn't notice him carefully unzipping the back of her dress.
He unexpectedly withdrew from her.
Was he done?
He kneeled and began sliding her thong the rest of the way down her legs.
Lifting herself on to her elbows, her back arched as she craned her head to see him. "No... what are you doing?" she stupidly asked, her dress unexpectedly falling from her shoulders.
"Getting you into better position," he replied, lifting her foot while removing her thong from around her stiletto. He proceeded to her dress and taking it the rest of the way off, letting it puddle around her ankles.
"No, my dress. Don't mess it up. I need to wear it to my interview. Please, Reggie, stop now." Her words seemed weak, ineffective, almost comical, but she didn't know what else to say to make him stop.
"Your dress will be okay. Don't worry about your job interview. You can go after we done."
He unhooked her sexy bra, her perky tits and bruised nipples exposed for him.
"Please, no. Why are you doing this to me?" Christy sobbed. She was almost completely naked save for the stockings on her legs, the high heels on her feet, and the thong remaining around her right ankle.
"Turn around and bend over again, baby." His hand landed between her shoulder blades and pushed, returning her against the wooden surface. She was bent over with her round ass sticking out for him once more. He took hold of her left knee and gently ushered it up and on to the table.
She felt him re-entering her and moaned. "Ah, oh...please... don't make me do this, Reggie. I'm not your girlfriend; I'm Dave's wife. What you're doing is sick and wrong. Oh...oh...ah...no don't. This can't be happening. Ah, oh, you're going so deep again—all the way inside me. Stop it. Don't, oh...oh...ah...no."
Regardless of how sick and wrong it was, Christy began appreciating his generous circumference and depth. Fully inside her, he reached under her chest and lifted her off the table and into a standing position in front of him, his one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down her firm stomach and beginning to play with her clit as he held her against his muscular body.
"No, don't touch me there. Oh, oh...please...ah...stop it."
He didn't stop. His fingers finessed her engorged clit. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear: "You need to cum on my big black cock and show me again how much you love me, baby—like you did the last couple times we been together."
Christy shook her head refusing to do that for him. She would never love him, and she wasn't going to allow herself to be humiliated like last time. But then something else she wasn't expecting occurred. His finger expertly retracted the protective hood on her clitoris and gently played with her exposed glans. "Oh, oh— what are you doing? Don't do that...oh, you're touching me. Ah...ah...you can't. No...oh, oh...ooh, ah, don't, Reggie," she murmured. "It's wrong. I love Dave. I can't do this to him. I don't want to cum for you. Stop making me do this. Oh, oh, ooh, ah."
Her hands reached down and warmly held his wrist as he worked her sensitive nub. Her eyes grew dreamy, her head tilted back on his shoulder, she bit her lower lip, and her pussy began to throb on his cock.
"Is that starting to feel good? That's it. See how nice that feel now, baby?"
Her hips autonomously undulated. "Ah, oh, ooh, no...you can't make me do this," she moaned, grinding her pussy on his huge dick as he held her in his arms and exploited the weakness of her receptive clitoris.
"I love you, baby. You want to love me back and cum on my cock? Keep working your pussy like that," he whispered in her ear. "That-a-girl. Oh, yeah, that's it. Get into it, baby. See how nice we being to each other now and how good it feels? We BFFs like I said we would be."
Christy's pelvis continued replying with graceful coital motions, her pussy ridding his cock, and nothing more needed to be said, their bodies expressing something crude, but true to one another.
Reggie abruptly pulled out of her, leaving Christy confused. After trying desperately to resist him, she was in the middle of an intense orgasm that he had forced on her. She felt like the floor had been removed from beneath her feet. He turned her around facing him, grabbed hold of her hips with his strong hands, and lifted her up.
She didn't have time to think about her reaction. Christy instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him for support. He set her down on top of the table with her legs dangling from its edge. She fell back on her elbows, their eyes meeting for a moment and speaking to each other without words. He lifted up her knees and spread them wide apart.
He continued staring into her eyes. "Put my cock back in your pussy, baby," he instructed. Christy and Reggie looked down simultaneously.
She hesitated a moment. His towering penis looked so hard and leaned from his body.
"We was being so nice to each other just a moment ago, baby. Best friends and all that. It'd be a shame if something bad had to happen to Grandpa Bill or Grandma Emily," he reminded her.
She was betraying Dave, but the consequences of disobeying Reggie would be horrific and tragic. She reached down and silently took his enormous cock in her hand. It was slippery from her pussy and warm. Before reinserting him into her vagina, some primitive instinct she didn't understand caused her to gently tug on his erection a few times, perhaps to ensure he remained hard and completed the reproductive act they had started. It was done unconsciously, and Christy would never comprehend why she did it.
"Oh, that feel real nice, baby. Now put me inside you."
Christy guided his huge, hard cock into her wet pussy.
"Oh, yeah, that feel so good. You so wet and silky, baby," he exclaimed going all the way into her and completely filling her birth canal once more.
"Oh," she moaned, fulfilling her role as his female partner that nature dictated and taking in all his hardness.
His palm landed on her bald mons while his thumb resumed stroking her clitoris. She glanced down and dumbly watched him doing this to her without objecting. She wasn't thinking about Dave, her family, or even Reggie's terrible behavior and how much she hated him anymore, only the tidal waves of ecstasy quickly rebuilding in her body...
Reggie's self-control was impressive, and it brought Christy to the edge of her sanity multiple times— one climax following another, following another. Little room remained in her mind for other concerns, like the consequences of unprotected sex, her infidelity to Dave, or that a criminal she hated was inside her.
An hour had passed, and Reggie still didn't orgasm. He seemed to get off on making her cum instead, as if he was accumulating a credit card balance of guilt in Christy that she would need to repay with interest once the sex ended and she faced her husband. Reggie's objective was to leave her in marital bankruptcy. Then Christy would be all his.
Reggie's self-control finally reached its limit. He couldn't hold off forever, especially with Christy's tight, silky cunny clenching his cock. Christy recognized the signs Reggie displayed—his faster and harder thrusts, his heavier breathing. Her hands grasping his biceps felt his muscles flex with greater intensity. Her relationship with him was non-consensual, nevertheless they were becoming familiar to one another as sexual partners and were able to read each other with increasing clarity.
"Oh, ah, ah, pull out, Reggie... before you cum this time." Christy didn't realize the precum leaking from Reggie's penis the entire time contained sperm that accumulated in her vaginal fluids. His genetic material—along with potent hormones he produced that heightened sexual responsiveness in his partners—was already swimming in her pussy.
"You feel so good. I gotta cum in you, baby."
"Oh... ah...no, Reggie, don't. You can't cum in me. It's wrong. All of this is wrong and I shouldn't be doing it with you. Ah...oh...you need to stop and take it out now."
"Oh, baby, just a little longer."
"No, Reggie, stop. You came in me last time."
"It feels good and I want to stay in you, baby."
"Oh...god, Reggie...oh...ah. You don't belong in me. I'm married to Dave. You can't do this to me. Oh...oh...oh. You can't cum in me. I'm his wife, not yours."
Reggie wanted her to fully accept him, and that meant she needed to receive his semen the way nature intended. She may have been Dave's wife, but Reggie was going to cum in her pussy. Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I can't stop now. I need to cum in you."
"No, don't...Pull out now. Oh, god...not again. Oh, oh, oh, ah, ooh."
Her pussy began clenching his cock and her fingers dug into his biceps. She felt his warm seed spreading inside her womb, filling her.
"Oh baby, you feel so good."
Christy's hips replied to his, greeting his thrusts by grinding into him. "Ah... oh... oh... ah...ah...ooh...ooh."
"I love you. You wan't me to pull out now?"
"Oh...ah...ah, oh— yes, please pull out," she moaned. But it was already too late. He had cum inside her again and flooded her with his semen.
She was having an intense orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracting tightly around his penis as he hesitantly withdrew. She remained open and vulnerable as he stood between her spread legs. His erection persisting, he began massaging her clitoris with the head of his penis, her pelvis involuntarily undulating in response.
"Oh, what are you doing to me? Stop it."
"I'm helping us finish, baby." He took her hand in his and made her stroke his penis and take over the clit massage he had begun giving her.
"Oh...oh...oh. No, don't make me do this. It's wrong," she protested, his cock still ejaculating on her as he forced her to pleasure herself with it. It was so perverted and disgusting, but it felt good, which made no sense. This was a heinous act he was performing on her. How could it possibly feel so nice? His cock pulsated in her grip, leaving streams of his warm semen on her stomach and tits. The amount Reggie ejaculated wasn't humanly possible, yet he did it.
"Ah, baby, keep doing that. I love you."
Christy didn't reply. Reggie had no concept of love. His cock was still releasing globs of semen as she rubbed it on her clitoris. She coddled his hard penis against herself to satisfy him, but she would never love him. She just wanted the horrible crime he was committing on her to be over soon. He was rich and powerful drug dealer, a violent criminal, and worse of all, a perverted sexual predator that preyed upon her. He was everything she abhorred.
Christy released Reggie's flaccid cock and closed her legs when he finished. His cum was all over her body, and when she sat up, she noticed his semen had leaked from her pussy and formed a small puddle on the kitchen table. It didn't seem possible for a human male to release this much sperm.
Reggie bent down, picked her dress up off the floor and offered it to her with a smile. "Now you can go to your job interview, baby."
Christy looked at the time displayed on the microwave oven and her heart sank further. "It's too late. I missed it," she replied to him despairingly.
"Oh, that's too bad, baby. But now we can spend more time together, get to know each other even better, and you can give me head."
She looked up at him with disgust, realizing she wouldn't have a choice.
Reggie helped Christy off the table, guided her on to her knees, and in the middle of her kitchen she performed oral sex on him. Her technique was improving...
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Christy feared telling anyone about Reggie, including Dave. Reggie kept threatening to hurt her family if she didn't keep his secret and cooperate with him. When she tried refusing his advances, he reminded her that a word to his homeboys was all it would take. Something as quick and easy as a text message from him could jeopardize everyone she loved.
"Hi Honey," she greeted Dave, pretending to be his happy wife as he walked into the living room and pecked her cheek. "How was your day?"
"Hey, homeboy," Reggie added with a grin. For weeks he had been secretly boning Christy when Dave went to work.
Forced sex with Reggie was extracting its toll on Christy, but she managed to conceal her anguish to protect her family, and Dave paid little attention to the subtle change in his wife.
"Fine," Dave answered heading toward the refrigerator to grab a cold beer after working all day in that hot warehouse.
Christy couldn't believe her husband's blindness. How could Dave not see Reggie lustfully staring at her all the time, undressing her with his deep black eyes? Dave had no inkling of her terrible situation, who Reggie was or what Reggie was doing to her. Reggie's cum was inside her!
Christy couldn't stop Reggie. When Dave went to work Reggie called her his girlfriend and kept pushing boundaries, their interactions lasting longer, becoming more frequent and intimate.
Dave never saw the expensive panties and bras Reggie started giving to her. She kept these inappropriate presents hidden. She didn't want Reggie's gifts. She hated him and wished he would leave her alone and go away.
A multitude of emotions flowed through Christy's mind — anger, embarrassment, guilt and shame. But Dave was oblivious to it all. He wandered off into the garage, leaving her alone in the living room with this dreadful criminal sitting near her.
She didn't want to be anywhere close to Reggie. She needed to get far away from him after the disgraceful things they did together just a short while ago before Dave came home. Reggie was like an invasive species displacing the intimacy she once shared with Dave.
She abandoned the sofa and headed to her bedroom.
"Where you going, Christy?" Reggie called after her.
"To bed," she bitterly answered without turning around to look at him.
Christy went to take a shower and prepare for bed. She locked the bathroom door to make sure Dave wouldn't come in while she was naked and see the fading bruises Reggie had left on her body.
Like dissipating storm clouds, the discolorations were almost gone — incriminating evidence that still hinted at what Reggie was doing to her. After the first few times, Christy had learned to acquiesce for Reggie's advances, and he stopped using physical methods of persuasion, allowing her bruises to heal.
While bathing, she carefully cleaned her sore vagina. Today she had been with Reggie for hours. His cock had been in both her mouth and in her pussy flaunting his dominion over her. She wished she had a douche handy to completely flush all of him out of her body.
She finished bathing and dressed. Dave was sitting on their bed waiting for her when she exited the bathroom, his eyebrows scrunched together, and a stern look on his face. "Honey, I need to ask you something," he started.
Christy's heart began pounding and blood rushed to her head. Did Dave suspect something?
"Why are you treating Reggie so badly? You act like an entirely different person around him and hardly speak when he's near. He just asked me if there's something bothering you."
How could Reggie ask Dave that after the perverse things he was doing to her in secret?
Christy looked down as if in heavy thought. "I don't know. I just don't like him, Dave. He makes me feel uncomfortable."
Suddenly there was alarm in Dave's voice. "Why? Has he done something to you? Did he try making a pass at you?"
Christy looked up as if she had been stung. She hesitated for a second. Dave's question didn't even come half-way to the truth, but it was on the right path and she had to get him off it. He could never know the truth. "No, he hasn't done anything to me, Dave. He just gives me the creeps."
"I don't understand, Christy. Ever since we first met him, you've been negative about this whole arrangement. Reggie saved us from losing this house and he's even been giving me extra money to help cover other expenses. He's really a likable guy once you get to know him. He's going to be with us for at least a year, so will you please try to be a little friendlier and treat him better?"
'At least a year' rang in Christy's ears like a fire alarm. Had Reggie put the idea in Dave's ear of staying longer like he had threatened? Dave had no idea what type of guy Reggie really was and what he had been doing to her. Dave was asking her to be nice to the sick pervert who was molesting and raping her, and Christy had no choice but to agree to Dave's innocent request.
"Okay, I'll try to be nicer to him, Dave."
Dave stood, put his arms around her, and began kissing her neck. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have a wife like you. I love you, Christy."
Christy couldn't let Dave continue. If things went too far, he might see the faint remnants of old bruises Reggie had left on her. She had no appetite left for physical intimacy anyway after spending time with Reggie today. It was like he had taken every orgasm in her body and left her completely drained of desire for her husband.
"I love you too, Dave. I'm sorry, but I don't feel well tonight and I'm tired," Christy replied, untangling herself from his embrace. Since Reggie began molesting her, she had been giving Dave excuses, but Dave didn't seem to notice.
She turned off the light sitting on her nightstand, entered bed wearing her pajamas and tried to sleep until she heard Dave leave the room.
In the darkness, thoughts of Reggie's big, black cock made slumber for Christy nearly impossible. The things Reggie had been doing to her penetrated the core of her femininity. Now perverted images of the sex they had together haunted her, like shocking highlights from pornographic videos she had been forced to watch and couldn't get out of her mind. If only they were just videos she was remembering. She had actually experienced those obscene things with the criminal who lived in her house.
At least it was Friday. With Dave home for the weekend, Reggie would leave her alone and likely spend the next couple of days away, tending to his illegal drug business she assumed. The welcome break from him would give her time to recuperate.
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The weekend had brought Christy a temporary reprieve from Reggie, but Monday morning arrived much too soon, like the alarm on a clock that prematurely interrupts a deep, desperately needed slumber. Christy awoke as Dave prepared for work. She rose from a sea of sheets covering their bed ready to finally try having sex with her husband again. "Honey, why don't you call in sick today and stay with me?"
They had not made love since that day when Reggie barged into the bathroom and first assaulted her. As a married couple, Christy and Dave had never gone this long without each other. Christy wanted intimacy with her husband. In a peculiar way she felt like it would help repair the secret damage done to their marriage. Dave remained completely unaware of what she was doing with Reggie to protect her family.
The bruises Reggie had given her were finally gone and she wasn't wearing pajamas this morning to conceal them, only her panties. She looked perfect and Dave desired her, but the timing was all wrong. He couldn't be late for work. "I can't call in sick today, Christy. Leroy asked me Friday to work overtime today, and I'm going to be home late tonight, after 8:00 P.M."
"You didn't say anything about working overtime today. That's too long, Dave." Her voice contained a hint of fear that he misinterpreted as annoyance.
A perplexed look momentarily crossed his face as he stared at her. She never complained about him working overtime before, usually welcoming the extra money. He thought he remembered mentioning the extra hours to her, but perhaps it was Reggie he had told while they were drinking beer together Friday night, after Christy had gone to bed early. "I'm sorry. I thought I did," he answered.
Dave continued getting dressed, ignorant of his wife's panic. A silent façade concealed her internal turmoil that felt like a violent storm raging within her tight chest. No escape was possible, yet she successfully hid her dismay.
She couldn't be alone with Reggie all day while Dave worked overtime. Even with Reggie's threats dangling over her head like a guillotine about to drop, she didn't want to repeat last week and the things he had made her do with him. She sat up in the bed, Dave kissing her cheek and heading off to work.
Christy hopped out of bed wearing the sexy bikini briefs she had tried enticing her husband with and put on the matching bra. She rummaged her dresser drawers searching for something else to quickly throw on. It was a race to get out of the house before Reggie woke.
Unfortunately, Reggie had risen earlier in the morning and already waited for his opportunity to be alone with Christy. Dave had kindly mentioned to him last Friday night, while they drank a few beers together, that he would be working overtime today.
Reggie heard the front door close, Dave's car rumble to life and pull out of the driveway. It had been a long weekend without Christy, and with an urgent erection that demanded immediate attention, Reggie looked forward to spending extra time with her.
Christy grabbed a pair of olive colored Capris pants and a beige blouse. But before she put them on, Reggie entered her room shirtless, tremendous muscles in his chest, arms and stomach bulging beneath his dark skin as if sculpted in stone. His baggy, black gym shorts poorly concealed the huge protrusion caused by his gigantic cock.
"You gonna go somewhere, baby?"
Christy's voice contained a mixture of annoyance and fear — but predominantly fear. She knew why he was in her bedroom and what he wanted. Reggie visited her bedroom most mornings after Dave left. "I need to look for work. I would appreciate it if you didn't come in my room anymore."
The only work she would be doing would be on her back for him, Reggie amusingly thought. He smirked while advancing closer to Christy. "I'll come in your room anytime I want, and you ain't doing nothing about it. You forget about our little arrangement? You not going anywhere today. You staying with me. You my girlfriend and you best be good to me, baby, remember? Or else bad things will happen to Dave and your nice family."
Reggie's massive stature dwarfed her petite frame as she stared up at him. She backed away, aware of his intentions, until her firm, round ass bumped into the dresser and she couldn't retreat further. "Please get away from me."
"What's the matter, baby? Don't you want some more loving from your black boyfriend today? I know you missed having my big black dick inside that tight little pussy over the weekend."
She wasn't his 'baby' or his girlfriend. She hated having sex with him. But he was a high-ranking drug dealer, a violent gangster responsible for numerous murders. He had threatened her family. If she refused to cooperate with him, if anyone found out anything about him, if anything at all happened to him, his homeboys had their instructions. No one could know the secret, especially Dave.
Christy shook her head. "No, please leave me alone! I don't want to do that with you again."
Reggie pulled down his shorts and guided Christy's hand to his colossal cock. "We done this before and you know what I like, baby. It's not that bad. I'm gonna treat you real nice and love you some more today. All you gotta do is cooperate. You don't want anything to happen to your family, do you?"
He had broken her. Christy shook her head, wrapped her fingers gently around his erect penis and began jerking on it, tears pouring from her eyes like a rapid drip from a leaky faucet. He might get rough and leave more marks that she would need to hide again. She didn't want to keep doing this with him and didn't want his affection. But she didn't want anything bad to happen to Dave or her family either. Why couldn't Reggie just go away and leave her alone?
"I like them panties and bra you got on. You look real sexy in them. You wear them for me, baby?"
"No, I wore them for Dave," she cried.
"Ah, that too bad. Looks like Dave went off to work and left you all alone for me again, huh? He don't appreciate you like I do, baby. You know I love you." Reggie's arm reached around her shoulders and drew her against him. "That's a good girl. You learning how to do that nicely. You like how big my cock is? Oh, yeah, that feels really good, baby."
Christy held his huge black penis in her hand, but she despised what he forced her to do with him. She stood facing Reggie in her sexy bikini briefs and bra, his arm around her, their bodies touching, her fair white skin as beautiful against his dark complexion as the moon in the night sky. Reggie was hard and muscular without a soft spot on his body.
His abnormally large cock had an almost hypnotic effect on her. Although now familiar with it, she still couldn't help studying the monstrous phallus that she stroked. It was heavy and firm, felt smooth and warm and reached all the way up Reggie's flat, washboard stomach. Pre-cum began oozing from the slit at its tip, which she used as lubricant, twirling her thumb over his sensitive glans.
"Oh, that feel real nice, baby. I like how you touching it. You know I love you, right?"
She nodded her head. A few twitches confirmed the pleasure his penis was receiving as it pulsated in her hand. It was like Christy was entering a trance. Reggie kept telling her that he loved her while forcing her to do these sexually intimate things with him and betray her husband.
Reggie noticed further improvement in Christy's technique — the tempo of her gentle tugs increasing, her caresses imitating true affection. During their times together, she had learned what he liked. She fondled his penis with seductive tenderness.
"Oh, yeah, that's it. You starting to like big black cock, huh baby?"
She briefly remembered that she despised Reggie, hated doing this with him. He was a sick bastard and Christy wished his prick would fall off.
"Oh, I gonna cum real soon, baby. Keep doing that." But Reggie actually wasn't going to let himself orgasm for her. He was merely allowing Christy to get his cock ready to fuck her, like a fluffer on the set of a porn production.
The hand job Christy was giving Reggie grew to a demeaning level. Someone unfamiliar with her situation might view her behavior as consensual. She stroked his shaft, traced her thumb around his glans, delicately rolled his heavy balls in her fingers. He had made her do these things to him multiple times before while Dave was at work. Her intimacy with Reggie had lost most of the awkwardness experienced by new sexual partners.
Reggie watched the wedding band on Christy's finger sparkle as she caressed his large penis. He reached around her back and unfastened her bra. It began sliding from her tits.
With her other arm, she caught her falling bra before it came completely off. "No, Reggie — please, not today. Just let me jerk you off this time."
"Let it go, baby. I wanna suck on your beautiful tits and you gonna let me. You don't wanna get me mad. I waited all weekend for you."
Christy reluctantly put her arm down and allowed her bra to fall the rest of the way off, revealing her light pink, quarter-sized areolae. The bruises he had previously left on her were gone. Perfection had returned to her skin like that in a flawless painting.
Reggie put his lips to her nipple and began sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh, causing it to harden. He remained focused on her young, firm breasts. "You wanna fuck again, baby? I understand Dave's working late, and you and me gotta make up for our long weekend apart."
Christy raised her head and stared at the ceiling while he continued sucking on her tits. "Oh, god, no. Don't make me do that with you again, Reggie — please."
"What you crying for, baby? We gonna make lots of love today. Once you get used to my cock again, you'll start liking it."
How could he think she ever enjoyed having sex with him? Yes, he had made her orgasm, but she couldn't help it. She hated having sex with him and never would like it, her thoughts a confusing mixture of anger, embarrassment, and guilt.
After bringing her left nipple to attention, Reggie soothingly rolled it between his fingers while moving his mouth to Christy's right one and repeating the process. Christy's young, pink nipples soon poked toward Reggie as he twirled his fingers around them and took turns suckling on each as if trying to nurse.
Christy knew the more she cooperated with Reggie, the better he would treat her. But she lost enthusiasm playing with his penis, realizing the inevitability of what was to come next.
He subtly ushered her toward the bed. Reggie had enough foreplay. It was time to take the grand prize.
"No, please," she uttered, aware of where Reggie's guiding efforts were leading. Christy awkwardly moved until she stumbled backward. She lost her footing and with his additional shove, she fell into the mattress.
Where beautiful white women rightfully belonged for black men, Reggie grabbed Christy's knees as they hung from the bed and tried separating them, but they remained locked.
"You resisting again? You best open up for me."
"Stop making me do this. I don't want to have sex with you anymore."
Forcing a privileged white woman, especially such a gorgeous one like Christy, to reluctantly take him excited Reggie. His fingers went to Christy's nipples, tightened around them and began twisting. "I guess you want it rough again, huh? This be your last chance before I really start pinching."
"Ow," she cried, her breasts beginning to ache. Recalling the last time she fought Reggie and the marks he left that she needed to hide from Dave, Christy reconsidered her resistance. "No, please don't hurt me, Reggie. I don't want it rough. I'll do what you want." She inched her legs apart to stop the pain and to avoid additional bruises that would need to be concealed.
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