Tyrone slid his black serpent between Megan's ass cheeks and into her receptive pussy. She felt warm, and wet, and silky and tight, and like paradise. He always delivered himself to her slowly, waiting until she was ready before giving her his entire length.
"No, ooh, ooh, ooh, take it out," Megan moaned in sync with his thrusts. More of him entered and occupied her, like a triumphant invader going deeper into her defeated territory, until his bareback cock was fully inside her again, sliding against her intimate and sensitive folds, nothing between their special places as they shared the feeling of each other -- something she didn't want to do with him and missed with Larry who was still using condoms. But Larry and she decided together to wait until after their wedding to have children. It was a horrible situation, Tyrone taking her like this, and worse, with more intimacy than she shared with her own fiancé. But unlike Larry, Tyrone absolutely refused to use rubbers with her. At least Tyrone had a vasectomy and could not get her pregnant, or so Megan believed. Larry could still have children. Not that Tyrone's vasectomy made any of this better.
Megan closed her eyes as Tyrone banged into her. Once inside her, something about Tyrone's cock changed her outlook, like some addictive drug. Was it his huge size making constant contact with her most sensitive places? Was it his foreskin that produced smoother, gentler sex and extra moisture? Was it his perfect technique? Was it because she started to find him and his big black muscles actually attractive? Or was it the combination of all these things? When he was inside her, she became his.
Reggie could see the forced pairings with Tyrone were having their impact on Megan, making her more complacent and accepting of Tyrone as a sexual partner. Getting Megan to fuck him became like priming a water pump -- once Tyrone got started, she continued flowing for him. Now that the two lovebirds were joined, he could leave them to their own devices for the afternoon. Tomorrow he would return for the same thing, but with Megan slightly easier to prime. Before leaving them, Reggie quietly went into Megan's purse and again switched her phone to silent.
Her arms pulled him to her as they French kissed. "Ooh, ooh, Tyrone, please, don't," Megan cried now in mercenary position on Leroy's oak desk, her legs locked around his ass again. She was cumming and she could tell from the expression on Tyrone's face he was about to orgasm too. "Don't cum in me this time, please," she said between heavy breaths. "Take it out." Even though he had a vasectomy, Megan felt sickened by the thought of his jism in her. But Tyrone, as usual, ignored Megan's requests, resumed French kissing her, and for the third time that afternoon, filled her with another batch of his secret, baby making sauce.
"You came in me again, Tyrone," Megan complained as she caught her breath.
"I'm sorry, baby, you just feel too good and I can't help myself," Tyrone answered. He saw the disgusted, worried look on Megan's face and added with a comforting smile, "Don't worry about it. I can't make you pregnant."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, baby. I wouldn't lie about something like that. I care about you." He gently nibbled her ear, making Megan's entire body tingle. She felt his cock twitch in her again, releasing a few residual rounds of semen from his lingering erection. Tyrone thought about all the virile sperm he had ejaculated in her over the past weeks and the very high probability of actually impregnating her with his black offspring. He had been fucking her multiple times almost daily and it didn't sound like she had started any type of birth control.
Megan fished the phone from her purse as Tyrone lay on top of her. "Shit, I'm late again," she said observing the time and another missed call from Larry.
******CHAPTER 12********
Megan returned to work Mrs. Larry Donovin, a wedding band now accompanying her engagement ring. She came back reluctantly. Things had become way too hot and heavy with Tyrone before she had left on her honeymoon. He had been fucking her three times a day; and to Megan's chagrin, frequent sex with Tyrone and his enormous horse cock had started to grow on her like an addictive drug.
Her first day back and Reggie arrived at 11:00 am, four hours earlier than usual. "Let's go to Leroy's office," he said emotionlessly.
"No, Reggie, I'm married now and that's not happening anymore," Megan forcefully replied. Two weeks away from them had renewed her strength and restored some of her former self-confidence.
"I don't give a shit if you're married or not. You're going to fuck Tyrone or you're going to prison. Do you want Larry to learn about the affair you had with Tyrone to fix your car and keep quiet about it?" Reggie watched defiance in Megan's eyes change to fear. "Now, let's go."
Reggie's hand digging into her arm hurt Megan as he ushered her back to Leroy's office again. She stumbled keeping up with his hurried pace. She was married now and hoped things would change. She wanted to run away from this. But she knew Reggie would have her sent to prison if she refused. Megan still owed Leroy $2400, which would take 12 more weeks to pay off. She had the days marked on a calendar in red ink -- twelve more weeks in Hell.
"Don't tell me you forgot our routine during your honeymoon," Reggie said shoving her into the room and closing the door. Megan underwent what can only be described as a sudden relapse to submissiveness, back to the way she had become with Tyrone just before leaving on her honeymoon. She slowly undressed, got up on Leroy's desk, and allowed Tyrone to spread her legs.
Megan looked down at the enormity of Tyrone's unprotected penis as he pressed it against her pink opening that somehow would manage to accommodate the thick, black shaft again. She had forgotten how large Tyrone actually was compared to Larry. Even Tyrone's hefty testicles dwarfed Larry's.
Fortunately, Tyrone had had a vasectomy so she didn't have to worry about the copious sperm his gargantuan balls would otherwise produce, Megan thought. But Tyrone still ejaculated ridiculously huge amounts when he came and Megan could see how he had easily impregnated girls at one time. She could feel his warm jism filling her when he climaxed, something she never experienced with Larry. On a few occasions Tyrone withdrew, hosing her with his white, sticky cum and then ignoring her protests messaging her with it, spreading it over her nipples, into her belly button -- all over her.
In back of Megan's mind she wondered why with a vasectomy Tyrone's ejaculate appeared in every facet identical to Larry's semen, just more abundant. It even smelled and tasted similar -- Tyrone once placing his cum covered fingers in her mouth and making her suck them clean. It didn't make sense to her, but she had read somewhere that a vasectomy didn't produce a noticeable change in a man's ejaculate.
"Please, Tyrone, I'm married now. I can't do this with you anymore," Megan pleaded. "It just isn't right." Absent was Megan's request for Tyrone to use rubbers, which had gradually ceased with his consistently stubborn refusals. The enhanced intimacy with him became a nasty practice they forced on her until she finally developed a penchant for it. Tyrone's claims of having a vasectomy and assurances that latex protection was unnecessary and undesirable took hold. They simply got her physically accustomed to the incredibly erotic feeling of his cock without any type of barrier -- to his genitals touching hers, nothing separating them. But Megan would never admit to this horrible, disgusting craving they created in her for Tyrone.
"Oh, it's very right, baby. It's perfect," Tyrone answered placing his hand on the center of Megan's chest and pushing her back. "We won't let Larry ever know about this as long as you cooperate -- right Reggie?" Reggie nodded and Megan's eyes closed. Reggie heard her gasp when Tyrone entered her. Tyrone had forgotten how snug and silky her pussy felt to his cock. "Ooh," she exclaimed as Tyrone's super-sized penis returned inside her for the first time in two weeks since her honeymoon.
"That's it, baby, you see how good it feels?" Tyrone asked as she lay on her back subtly rocking to a fro from his gentle thrusts. They were joined again.
"Uh-huh," Megan moaned in reply, like a former heroin addict getting a fix after a long abstinence. Her head turned to the side; she bit her fist and arched her back. The girth of his cock put pressure and friction against the walls of her pussy packed with touch sensitive nerves. As his shaft travelled in and out, it pulled her inner lips with it making her clitoral hood slide up and down. It felt insanely pleasurable to Megan and nothing like sex with her husband. Larry rarely gave her an orgasm when they made love, his small penis unable to produce sensations remotely as intense as Tyrone's cock.
Tyrone gradually banged into her with greater force, her body jerking back and forth beneath him transmitting an echo of his movements. They started fucking in earnest and Reggie quietly left them in the office, knowing the pacific affect Tyrone's cock had in Megan. There simply would be no further resistance from her, the pump was now primed and working again.
Reggie and Leroy sat in the waiting area shooting the shit, Reggie lighting his cigar, while the two young lovers went at it in Leroy's office. Since it was a slow day anyway, and poor Tyrone had gone without sex the entire two weeks Megan had left for her honeymoon, Leroy thought it would be a nice gesture to give the kid some extra time with Megan today.
"You won't need me around here as much soon," Reggie said. "I think Megan is starting to like being with Tyrone. Give her three more weeks, max, and she'll probably willingly go to your office with him every chance she gets."
Demon and Savage chained outside suddenly started barking. "Sounds like somebody's out there," Leroy remarked. Reggie puffed on his cigar when a young, white man walked in the front door.
"May I help you," Leroy asked.
"Hi, I'm Larry, Megan's husband. I just stopped by to see her for lunch."
Reggie drew deeply on his cigar to avoid cracking up. Leroy didn't find it as amusing. Thinking quickly, Leroy answered, "Oh, she is in the back helping out with some inventory." He turned to Reggie, giving him his semi-toothless grin, "Would you go get Megan?"
"Sure thing," Reggie said jumping up and heading down the hall, his cigar hanging out the corner of his mouth.
Reggie quietly entered Leroy's office greeted by the heavy breathing, wet gushy sounds, and passionate groans of two people becoming one. Tyrone was humping away at Megan. The two deeply kissing looked like they were tangled in a black and white knot, arms and legs around each other. He could tell from her high pitched moans Megan was cumming on Tyrone's cock. The two had been fucking for about an hour and Reggie wondered how many times she had cum already for Tyrone. "You missed his big, black cock on your honeymoon didn't you?" Reggie asked.
Megan opened her luminous green eyes and stared dreamily at Reggie. "Ooh," she sighed closing them again and arching her back as Tyrone's cock continued to open her up.
Reggie sat down and waited for Tyrone to blow his load in her.
Tyrone had missed Megan terribly. The pace of his thrusts into her accelerated, the culmination of 16 long days without sex about to erupt from his oversized, sperm filled testicles like a volcano inside her.
"Ooh, don't, you're making me cum again, Tyrone, no," Megan cried out, her fingernails digging into his back. It felt so good, but cumming for him was so wrong.
Tyrone released a loud groan Reggie was certain could be heard from where Larry waited. His hips slowed, and then stopped moving. Megan's hands lightly stroked up and down his big, muscular back as she caught her breath. "You said you wouldn't cum in me this time," Megan complained, reality setting in, and the drug-like effects of his cock wearing off in her along with his erection.
"You guys may want to hurry things up because your husband is outside waiting to see you for lunch," Reggie announced.
Megan's eyes widened. She pushed Tyrone off her; and with his cum still leaking from her pussy threw on her clothes.
"Leroy told him you were helping with inventory," Reggie added as Megan opened the door.
********CHAPTER 13***************
Larry looked at his wife and wondered what great artist combined the limpid, green of her eyes, the shiny, rust color of her hair, and smooth textures of her white, unblemished skin to make this masterpiece. It didn't seem possible that such beauty could randomly happen. He didn't know how he got so lucky with a girl like her. "Were you surprised I came to visit you for lunch?" Larry asked.
Megan fidgeted in the seat for a moment straightening her skirt and didn't respond to Larry's question at first, her mind seemingly preoccupied with something else. They sat in the corner booth of a small, family restaurant near Leroy's Garage, the only white couple in the establishment.
She felt Tyrone's cum leaking from her pussy and making her panties slimy and wet. From two weeks of abstinence he left more in her this time than his usually large amount.
"Honey, did I surprise you?" Larry repeated.
"I'm sorry, yes, you did. I wasn't expecting you. What's the occasion?" Megan responded.
"Nothing, I don't have to be back to work until tomorrow, so I thought I would come see you for lunch," Larry replied, unaware that his wife had acquiesced weeks ago to allowing another man's much larger cock in her pussy; that while at work, Megan's vagina had been receiving millions of sperm from this black man multiple times daily; that when she had come home each night and kissed Larry, her mouth contained this black man's saliva -- sometimes his semen; that beneath the clothes Megan had worn home, the black man's ejaculate had sometimes been messaged over her tummy and breasts, had dried and coated her tight little body as Larry hugged her; that when Larry had held Megan in his arms -- and even as he sat in the restaurant with her now -- her pussy contained Tyrone's sperm swimming in it and not his.
A theft so subtle, even Megan didn't realize it was happening: the physical relationship she was forced into having with Tyrone had started developing into something insidiously more -- something she had never sought, something she had faithfully avoided until being blackmailed and coerced. It was unfair. Megan and Larry had been a perfect match for each other. But Reggie and Tyrone robbed the pleasure of intimacy with Larry from Megan. Her sexual desire for Larry diminished the more she was forced to be with Tyrone. With Reggie's help, Tyrone not only took Megan's body, he slowly stole the psychological emotions that inextricably accompany intimate physical pleasure in a long-term relationship. Every time she had intercourse with Tyrone, he came closer to being a lover, while her romance with Larry deteriorated, sex with him becoming infrequent and boring. Yet Larry remained clueless to his wife's affair.
Megan was looking around the restaurant for the restroom as Larry spoke. "That's very sweet of you, honey. I'm glad you did," she answered distantly. A server finally came to their table with menus and water. "Where's your restroom?" Megan asked.
"Down that hall on your left, dear," the overweight black woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties directed her.
"Excuse me, Larry, I have to go. I'll be right back," Megan said.
She seemed distracted today, Larry thought, as Megan slid from their booth, her mind probably still on something with the inventory she was doing at work. He looked over the menu and sipped his water while Megan entered a stall in the ladies' room and pulled down her panties. They were saturated with Tyrone's semen again. Another pair of briefs would need to be kept out of Larry's sight. But she wasn't about to go commando the rest of the day with a skirt on. She cleaned up the best she could. It still felt slimy and wet when she slid the undergarment back on, and cold now too even though she had tried wiping all of Tyrone's ejaculate off. She washed up and returned to Larry.
When they finished eating, Larry drove Megan back to work. They passed through the gate, the chain-link fence topped with coils of barbed wire surrounding the property. "They have this place protected like a fortress," Larry remarked.
Or like a prison, a sex prison, Megan thought. To Megan's chagrin, Reggie's car was still there. Larry parked next to it to drop her off. She looked at him a moment then leaned over and gave him a great big hug, tighter than usual. "I love you so much," she said eyes squinting, holding back tears. He was so good to her and had no idea what she did with Tyrone -- what she would have to do with Tyrone again once he left her there. Megan wished she could run away with Larry, away from Leroy, and Reggie, and Tyrone and this awful place.
"Did you have a nice lunch with your husband?" Reggie sarcastically asked when she came back in. He still sat in the waiting area with Leroy, the cigar in his mouth now down to a stub. Leroy gave her his loathsome, semi-toothless grin.
Megan said nothing, shooting Reggie a despising look instead.
"Your boyfriend is back there in Leroy's office waiting for you," Reggie continued. "He has another painful boner he needs your help with."
Megan didn't find Reggie's comment humorous. She stood defiantly in place, staring at him, wanting to tell both Reggie and Leroy to go fuck themselves.
"Get in there goddamn it! You better be fucking him by the time I finish this cigar or I'll beat the crap out of you. Now move it," Reggie snapped.
Megan turned and slowly headed toward Leroy's office. She didn't think Reggie would really hit her, but he would have her sent to prison for the hit and run and tell Larry about her affair with Tyrone -- the affair Reggie had forced her into having.
Megan had already told too many lies and maintained them for too long -- no one would believe the sex with Tyrone was nonconsensual at this point. She even had her own doubts now. It felt so good. In fact the more Tyrone fucked her, the more confused she became about her feelings for him. She loved Larry, but the physical intimacy she had been forced into having with Tyrone began to evolve into an emotional bond she couldn't understand.
It was only 1:30 in the afternoon according to the dusty, Roman numeral clock hanging on the wall -- four hours left. Tyrone would go at it with her the rest of the day, maybe longer. Hard as she tried not to, she would soon be embracing him tighter than she had embraced Larry moments ago.
******CHAPTER 13********
Her debt almost paid, Megan had worked with them nearly four months, the first two of which she had been forced into having sex with Tyrone practically daily. After that, as Reggie had predicted, she began to accompany Tyrone to Leroy's office more willingly without Reggie needing to force her.
Tyrone was lying on Leroy's desk on his back. Somehow Megan acquired a fondness for performing oral sex on him. It gave her a sense of power pleasuring his large penis like this. Fellatio and cunnilingus had become a regular part of their relationship as their intimacy evolved.
Megan stopped sucking his cock, climbed on top of him, and slowly took his entire length inside her. It was better this way -- she could control how much stimulation she received and sometimes she could tell when he was going to cum and dismount to swallow his ejaculate. Its taste had grown on her after a couple of months. She ran her hands over Tyrone's hard stomach, up to his burly pecs. Tyrone noticed how her previously flat belly began sticking out ever so slightly. She laid flat on top of him, her breasts a little heavier and swollen. Subtle changes her husband had not yet even observed Tyrone saw first stealing so much of her intimacy from him. Up and down her pussy moved, as if trying to swallow a big, black sausage whole, then regurgitating it un-chewed, coated with silky spit. "Oh, you feel so good in me," Megan cooed. He grabbed her firm ass with one hand and with his other, began to pull her face to his. "Let me know when you're going to cum," Megan briefly delayed, and then fell into the French kiss he was leading her toward.
Was this eight or nine? Megan lost count how many times she came as they kissed and moved into each other. Tyrone lasted longer than any guy she had ever been with, including Larry, not that she had been with many other men. She could feel his muscles getting tense. "I'm going to cum," Tyrone finally announced. She tried to dismount, but his strong, muscular hands grabbed her young, tight ass and pulled her further to him. "No, I'm going to cum in your pussy this time," he grunted.
A battle of conflicting emotions only vaguely persisted in Megan, preference for the intimacy of unprotected sex with Tyrone -- along with the transfer of his body fluid it entailed -- almost a complete victory as their relationship had progressed. She had not surrendered all guilt, however, and slight uneasiness with his semen in her pussy persisted. She was married after all, and even though she now had feelings for Tyrone, at times it still didn't seem completely right having another man's unsheathed cock in her, even though she often felt closer to Tyrone than Larry.
But as Tyrone pulled Megan into him, she lost the control she had gained from being on top during their sex, his cock rubbing just beneath the head of her clitoris, driving her to sexual frenzy and forcing her to climax again, with him, totally defeating the vestigial resistance within her; it made her want him to cum in her, want his big cock to stay inside her forever, to have his baby if it were possible. She abandoned efforts to decouple from him. "Ooh, okay baby, cum in my pussy," Megan replied grinding into him. His penis fired repeated volleys of what she didn't know was potent, Negro cum inside her.
Megan also didn't know that she was pregnant.
Megan lay on top of Tyrone recovering from their mind blowing sex, her small, gold crucifix hanging from her neck resting on his black, muscular chest. "What am I going to do with you? You keep doing that," she languidly complained coming to her senses, her cunt filled with his seed. Wearing her gold engagement ring and wedding band -- resplendent, yet empty symbols of a forgotten fidelity -- her hand admired his bulging, hard pecs as it caressingly explored them in a journey it kept repeating.
Two hours remained until time to go home, but now Megan found herself wanting to stay with Tyrone as long as possible. She slid down to his flaccid cock covered with both their fluids, lovingly took it in her mouth and sucked. His gorgeous, black penis quickly re-hardened, her lips barely fitting around its head. And then they fucked again.
Megan's belly and breasts had hinted to Tyrone new life was forming in her. She came to work on Friday and went to Leroy's office while Tyrone worked on a car in the garage. This was one of the few times she saw Leroy's desk being used for actual work rather than something for her to fuck on. "I'm pregnant, Leroy," Megan announced. Leroy looked up from the Oui magazine he was reading and gave her his semi-toothless grin. "That's wonderful news," he replied. "Sit down. I don't want our mother-to-be standing too long."
Megan took a seat in the antique oak chair across from his desk and continued. "I know I still owe you $400, but Larry wants me to stay home now. He's getting a promotion at work and I don't know what to tell him."
Leroy stuck his bottom lip out thinking a few moments, his dark beady eyes darting around the room. "Tell him, 'okay.' Stay home and get ready for your baby."
"Really?" Megan asked, the room-illuminating smile returning to her face for the first time since she started working there. "Thank you, Leroy."
She stood up to finally leave this prison forever, but paused at the doorway. The light from Megan's face diminished. Did she really want to leave now? Over the course of nearly four months Megan could not stop the physical intimacy she had been forced to share with Tyrone from spilling into her affections. Maybe that is why sex is called making love. During the many times they had intercourse and Megan climaxed for Tyrone, she had gradually fallen in love with him. She now found herself attracted to Tyrone, desiring him, growing wet at the thought of his beautiful, black cock. She could not resist throwing herself in Tyrone's arms if she saw him again, spending yet another afternoon on Leroy's desk performing oral sex on each other and fucking. She might even decide not to leave and then her marriage would be doomed. But she was having Larry's baby -- not Tyrone's. No, she had to save her marriage and end this now while able to. "Tell Tyrone goodbye for me," Megan added as she left.
*******EPILOGUE*******
It was a cool March afternoon when Megan returned to Leroy's Garage to apply for a job, her beautiful, boyish figure -- thin but with curves that captured stares of desire from both men and women, leaving no doubt about her gender -- back to the way it was before getting pregnant. "Excuse me," Megan said as she opened her bra and the big, black, baby boy she was holding stopped crying to nurse from her tit. "He just wants to feed constantly. Where's Tyrone?"
"Tyrone quit and moved away right after you left," Leroy answered. "Never said where he was going. I paid him cash every week like I did with you, so I don't know where he went or how to find him."
Leroy noticed disappointment overtake Megan's face. She wasn't wearing her wedding band or engagement ring anymore. "Let me introduce you to my new mechanic, Daryl," he said with his semi-toothless grin as a young, muscular black man came in from the garage.
Megan's expression suddenly changed for Daryl, her limpid green eyes sparkling as they quickly scanned his lean body and checked out a respectable bulge in front of his pants.
"Why don't you two get to know one another? I think you'll be working together often," Leroy said.
The End
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