"You need to leave now."
"You're still feverish. I'm not leaving you in this weather. Besides, I don't want to end our relationship," he replied with a grin. He was determined to finish cultivating the latent preference for big black cocks in her he knew all white women possessed. With enough grooming Melissa would acquire a ferocious appetite. He had seen it occur many times before in white women. "My cock is hard again and needs more relief."
Melissa could not believe what Reggie just said to her — speaking that way with such vulgarity. He hardly knew her and she was not some floozy. He was not going to 'relieve' his nasty, black cock with her — ever. "We don't have a relationship and I can promise we are never having sex again. What we did last night was shameful and wrong. I'm married and you took advantage of me."
Mistaking her persistent high for illness, Melissa emerged from the bed. With the blanket wrapped around her she headed toward the chiffonier for clothes to wear.
She noticed her wet pajama bottoms and torn panties wadded together on the floor, and her pajama top, missing a few buttons, a distance away.
Melissa tried clearing her head, but had difficulty thinking clearly with date rape compound still in her bloodstream. She did not feel well. Did this disgusting pig tear the garments off her, haphazardly toss them and force himself on her? Or did they have consensual sex?
She could not remember what happened between them last night, but what explained the torn panties, the missing buttons and her clothes strewn about the room this way?
None of this made any sense to Melissa. Where was her phone? She needed to find her phone and call the police if he refused to leave.
Melissa's contemptuousness angered Reggie. He needed to distract her before the date rape drug wore completely off and her scattered thoughts cleared. With her cognitive abilities still impaired, it was the best moment to make his move.
He sprung from the bed and jerked the blanket off her as she rummaged through her dresser with her back toward him.
Stripped of her protective covering, Melissa whipped around and glowered at Reggie a moment. "Get out of my house now or I'll call the police," she blustered as they stood facing each other nude.
His eyes raked her perfectly curved body the same way they did when he first met her in church, but this time her lack of clothing left her completely exposed to his devouring stare. He took in all her beauty — nicely toned muscles beneath smooth, unblemished skin, a face and figure worthy of a Playboy centerfold.
A moment passed before Melissa realized their nakedness and her vulnerability, her eyes wandering down his flat stomach with its ripped abs and then descending lower to his impossible manhood.
Reggie's grotesquely large penis had actually been inside her. It sickened her to look at it hanging from him like a fire hose. He belonged in a freak show. How could something that huge be human or fit inside any woman? It was as large as a horse's cock.
She gaped in disbelief and could not take her eyes off his penis. It was not even erect and it looked so big. How did she possibly have intercourse with him last night?
Melissa did not know it yet, but she was not contacting the police or anyone else because he had already taken her cellphone and the power cord to her computer. And she was not going anywhere either — except back in bed for another fuck session — because he had taken her car keys as well.
From the back of her head, he twisted her beautiful flaxen hair in his fist and pulled tightly, causing her head to tilt backwards as his other hand squeezed her neck.
"I see you looking at my cock, girl, but I don't think you understand the seriousness of our relationship," Reggie spit into her terrified eyes. "You should have thought about things before you came on to me last night — told me how lonely you were and how much you wanted me. We banged a bunch of times and you loved it. You came like crazy on my big black cock. That makes us fuck buddies. You don't get to abruptly end things with me now because you got what you wanted and feel like it. I'll decide when our little affair is over, and it won't be anytime soon. I think you're a stuck up white bitch that likes to tease black men and needs to get fucked by a nigger."
He temporarily released her neck and slapped her face. "Do I have your attention?"
His strike caused Melissa to see streaks of light, as she stood stunned. "You started this relationship and I'm your boyfriend now. Do you want to fuck your nigger boyfriend some more?" he sadistically asked forcing her head to nod in reply. "Of course you do. Good girl — you're going to learn quickly to like having your new boyfriend's big black cock stuffing your tight white pussy," he answered.
It felt like her scalp tore open as he towed her by the hair across the room. His other hand returned around her neck and restricted her breathing. She clawed her throat for precious air as he steered her to the bed like some evil puppeteer.
Obtaining air became Melissa's primary concern. After he released her throat, she wheezed in the bed to catch her breath as he parted her legs.
Reggie eagerly inspected her beautiful pussy in daylight. Its intricate folds and coloration were obscured by shadow the previous night.
Aside from a very thin patch of shortly trimmed pubic hair, her vagina was completely bald, exactly the way Reggie liked girls. He ran his fingers through her soft labia and spread them, revealing a delightful pink matching her nipples — and her most sensual part, there for her to experience his touch.
Delicately, he culled her clitoris.
Reggie thought it ironic how women, superciliously and in denial of their own sensuality, often accused men of thinking with their cocks. He found females susceptible and weak when he touched this special place on their bodies. He could control the most conceited woman by stroking her love button the right way for her.
Melissa closed her legs cutting off Reggie's access to her special spot.
"Keep your goddamn legs open," he furiously roared, slapping her thighs until they glowed red and spread for him again.
He straddled Melissa with his back towards her face and her thigh tucked in his arm to prevent it from re-closing. He played with her pussy.
"No," Melissa managed hoarsely spitting out while slapping at his back with absolutely no effect. She fell on her pillow frustrated while he continued manipulating her clitoris. "No, please stop it," she cried shaking her head side to side.
If only something was in reach to smash over his skull.
Her clitoris slowly enlarged in his fingers and a soppy, slippery sheen that came from her moistening vagina coated it. She was still sobbing, although attenuated tears, as he plied her clitoris bringing out its sensuous poignancy for her. "Shush, shush, shush, this isn't hurting you," he repeated as if trying to soothe a baby.
"Please, stop touching it," Melissa whimpered.
A subtle undulation in her pelvis lasting only a second indicated that the "little head" between her legs was awakening and beginning to give him control. He stimulated her "little head" more, piqued its interest with sensations to think about.
"You want me to stop touching it?" Reggie inquired as the involuntary undulations in her hips gradually increased in frequency and force from his unrelenting strokes. "That's right. It's going to feel good even if you don't want it to."
She hated him for making her body do this; hated Bill for leaving her alone, hated herself for gullibly allowing Reggie into her house to seduce her last night, and most of all hated her body for betraying her.
Reggie stopped masturbating Melissa and changed position.
"What are you doing?" Melissa stupidly asked. He faced her with a colossal erection and spread her legs again. Her eyes took in his big muscles bulging beneath the smooth black skin in his arms, chest and stomach before landing on his incredibly large penis. It looked like a lengthy tree trunk with a humongous ball sac pendulously hanging beneath it.
Reggie heard little of what Melissa said, answering with silence and a smile as he climbed between her legs and lined up his cock with her opening. Only two reptilian thoughts circulated in his brain, obscuring all else, "Gotta fuck this fine white pussy real good. Gonna spoil it so bad until she wants big black cock only."
"No, please. I-I-I can't do that with you again. It's wrong. I'm married and I'm not taking birth control."
Melissa and Bill had been trying to have a child. Because of Bill's low sperm count, it had been difficult for Melissa to conceive with him. Unfortunately, Bill had fallen down on the job with her and Reggie now rose to the occasion.
"You were married last night and it wasn't wrong then. Don't worry, I'll take it out before I cum." The brown bulbous head of his penis adjoined her moist pink opening and high voltage sparked as their genitals touched.
The date rape drug turned Melissa's memory into Swiss Cheese. The numerous times Reggie had already filled her pussy with potent Negro sperm after promising to withdraw were part of the many holes in her recollection. She only vaguely remembered last night and their repeated intercourse as glimpses at someone else's perverse intimacy and not her own.
Melissa panicked anyway. She had to say something to stop him. "N-n-no, please, Reggie, I'll do anything else. You're too big for me."
"Sorry, baby, nothing else will do. I wasn't too big for you last night. Once you got used to my big black cock, you loved it. You kept saying how good it felt. You're gonna get used to it again because I've got to have your pussy some more."
"Put on a condom then..."
Melissa could not believe the words leaving her mouth. She had to say something to stop him, but did she actually just ask him to wear a condom for her? How little that would do to make this better and how ridiculous it sounded, like she was agreeing to do this with him again, she thought.
She was a married Christian woman and sex with anyone besides her husband was adultery.She would never consent to having intercourse with him, but had she already done so and forgotten?
"I don't have any; never use them. It's not as intimate wearing them. Besides, don't you remember telling me last night how good my cock felt in your pussy without a rubber? You said you didn't care that I wasn't wearing one — that it felt better that way. I want us to feel the magic of each other again, baby — not latex."
Even the straws Melissa tried grasping remained out of her reach. Reggie's words sunk into her brain, for a second sounding vaguely familiar but unlike her own. Did she really say all those things to him last night?
Her eyes opened widely staring fearfully into his; her mouth gaped in disbelief and her hands tightly gripped his broad shoulders trying to hold him away and as if bracing for a horrific auto accident. He was pushing into her and all Melissa could think about was if by some remote chance Bill might have condoms somewhere in the house for this disgusting black man to use with her.
It was too late for condoms, her hope futile. Her slick vaginal membranes, populated with receptive nerves, announced the humongous unsheathed intruder stretching them, snugly yet smoothly sliding against them.
To her chagrin, Melissa felt Reggie's enormous black cock, in its entirety, completely open her the way he wanted — without any barrier protection. With her hands still uselessly gripping his shoulders, she kept her elbows locked to prevent him from settling on top of her.
Reggie's weight grew heavier the longer she held him off. Her arms became fatigued.
With Reggie coming to rest on top of her, Melissa's hands finally abandoned his shoulders and franticly sought a strategic place to push him away. The search proved fruitless as he drilled further into her.
"Please, don't."
"Oh, yea, your tight white pussy feels so good." Reggie had acquired a throbbing erection while masturbating Melissa, which her silky cunt was now soothing for him.
Melissa did not want to believe he was inside her, that a black man with an absurdly large penis was fucking her — again. Her contempt grew especially for Bill. If she became pregnant with Reggie's child it would be Bill's fault for leaving her alone and vulnerable. Bill had let this happen to her.
"Oh, oh, no," she softly cried each time his huge black dick sunk back into her.
Her pussy stretched for Reggie's cock. His thrusts pulled its labia in and out, giving her a combination of fading discomfort and piercing pleasure unlike anything she had experienced with Bill. Was this why she had sex with him multiple times last night? This was all wrong. She hated what Reggie was doing to her. Why was it starting to feel good? "No, Reggie, take it out now," she pleaded. "Please take it out of me."
"In a little while, after you cum for me, baby."
He repulsed her, expecting her to orgasm for him on top of everything else. Melissa refused to go that far but found herself dragged there anyway — his long, fat cock rubbing so many sensual nerves in her vagina, including the extra sensitive sweet spot underneath her clitoris, as he fucked her.
"I can't," Melissa cried in confusion, her eyes glassy with tears. She hated him; she wanted his cock out of her, but it kept feeling better...
"No, Reggie, you said you would take it out now," she mewled, her nipples poking into his chest, her pussy squeezing his cock, her hands gliding up his muscular back. Caught in multiple orgasms, she seemed to forget her opposition at times and even fucked back just a little.
The bed squeaked rapidly and loudly enough to be heard throughout the house. At times Melissa's cries seemed almost like erotic moans that increased in volume. Fortunately, no one was present for this sordid chorus. "Ooh, ah, ah, oh, nah, ooh, no Reggie. Please take it out of me."
"I'll take it out in a little while. Don't worry, baby." He started gently nibbling her neck, working his way to her ear.
"Oh, please don't."
He held her head tightly, preventing her from turning away, and his tongue barged into her mouth.
"Mm mph," Melissa tried protesting. His big black cock relentlessly pumped into her — and then his warm semen flooded her pussy once more...
Melissa spent the entire day with Reggie as his captive, mostly in her bed. Presently underneath him again, the lingering effects of the date rape drug had finally worn completely off and she recovered from her mystery illness.
Without drug induced euphoria, the full horror of what she actually did with him became increasingly clearer. How did she allow this to happen?
Melissa's memory refused to cooperate. When and how they became intimate remained stubbornly absent from her recollection.
"I'm gonna cum, baby."
She lost count how many times the disgusting animal had already made this exact same announcement and ejaculated inside her. "Oh God, take it out this time! Don't cum in me again."
The weight of Reggie's gigantic muscular body unexpectedly lifted off her. She looked down between her legs and watched his long, fat penis pull completely out of her vagina. His cock was soaking wet.
He did not cum inside her this time. She felt relieved and strangely grateful to him.
Reggie straddled her, holding his hard black dick in his hand like a heavy piece of iron pipe and jerking on it. She had not seen a man do this to himself and could not stop watching in repugnance.
His horrible penis suddenly spit at her, warm, slimy cum unexpectedly shooting into her hair, her eye and on her lips before her hands shielded her face from additional spurts. She felt his goo continue showering her tits and land in her belly button.
The sperm shower ended. Melissa lowered her hands from her face while he rubbed her nipples and tits with his slippery semen. She had never seen so much ejaculate before. His thumb scooped out the puddle of spunk filling her belly button.
"Open your mouth."
"No, please — it's disgusting," she cried, her eyes red, puffy and overflowing with tears.
He grabbed her hair and pulled as if trying to uproot a crop of weeds."You didn't want me to cum in your pussy. Open your Goddamn mouth, now!"
A glob of Reggie's semen glistened on his thumb. Sore and exhausted from uselessly fighting him all day, Melissa allowed him to put it in her mouth.
"That's right, clean it all off and swallow."
Her face looked like it was going to break from revulsion as she obeyed his directions. His spunk was like an oyster on her tongue.
He wiped up jism remaining on Melissa's face with his fingers and fed all of it to her.
"That's a good girl. You gonna learn to like how it tastes."
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Days had passed and snow still fell outside. Reggie and Melissa sat naked on the sofa next to each other in front of the cold, flameless fireplace filled with ash.
The power only recently returned. They had run out of firewood, but until now kept warm sharing body heat — along with body fluids — that Melissa desperately tried to avoid exchanging with him.
"I want my phone back," Melissa commented almost emotionlessly as she sat in the nude with his arm around her shoulders staring at the dark fireplace as if there were flames in it. Her jaw ached from where he had slapped her earlier.
Faint bruises covered her breasts where he had pinched them and her buttocks where he had spanked her. When she fought his advances, she suffered beatings that resulted in intercourse with him anyway.
"Who do you want to call?" Reggie asked.
Melissa looked down, "No one, I just want it back."
"I'll give it back to you later. Now suck on my cock some more."
She turned and glared at him belligerently as his hand reached up behind her neck.
"No, I don't want to do that again."
"Yes you do, baby. You white girls can't get enough big black cock."
Her head shimmied as she tried holding back and he pulled her towards him. She hated oral sex, but especially with him. It was sinful, perverted and disgusting. Yet over the past three days they had performed it on each other multiple times daily.
"Don't fight it," Reggie said as he pushed her face into his lap. This was the third time giving him oral sex today.
"Now take it in your mouth and suck it like you love it," he snarled, irritated by her hesitation and determined to completely break her of it.
She did not want to do this again but did not want another spanking either, so she took Reggie's flaccid cock — still unbelievably large — in her mouth and began sucking.
"That's better," he said looking down at her blond hair and easing up on the force he had been applying. He held her head and began gently rubbing her smooth back with his other hand.
"You see how much better it is if you don't resist me? How nice it is to suck on a big black cock? I don't want to hurt you. I'll love you and treat you nice if you treat me nice."
"Uh-huh," Melissa moaned, her mouth filled with his cock again. She loathed him and his disgusting phallus. She would never enjoy sucking on it.
Like a flag on a pole, her head rose higher as his organ enlarged and hardened, ultimately its glans barely fitting in her mouth and making her cheek bulge. The side of her face soon rested above his stomach near his chest.
Her hands held his towering penis at its base while she ran her tongue and lips along its shaft — licked its smooth, sensitive helmet the way he had taught her. Forced for days to suck his cock, and harshly corrected when she sometimes did it incorrectly, she became increasingly better at something she supposedly did not like.
She gently rolled his big heavy balls, which felt warm and soft, in her fingers. The sound of her lips smacking together, like someone impolitely eating with their mouth open, filled the room.
"Make sure you swallow all of it this time," Reggie warned. "Don't waste any of it."
She followed his cue, put her lips around the glans of his penis again, and pumped its shaft.
"That's it, good girl — like you love it," he reminded her.
She hated sucking on his gigantic black cock, but he might hurt her if she didn't do it right.
"Oh, yea, doesn't that taste good?" Reggie asked as Melissa pumped his penis while gulping down more disgusting cream spurting from it.
"Mhmm," she moaned working his colossal black shaft with her hand, the head of his cock still in her mouth. She had to milk and swallow every last drop from him before stopping.
When he finished she retreated to the other end of the sofa, the taste of his semen lingering in her mouth. She did not understand how he could make so much jism. He had already fed her his cum twice this morning and she swallowed several more mouthfuls now.
Melissa wondered how a man could be this virile, produce so much semen and practically not need a refractory period.
Drinking Reggie's testosterone-filled semen for days changed Melissa, but she failed to notice it. Although she resisted, the taste was slowly becoming more tolerable, and the act of performing oral sex on him less revolting to her.
Reggie rose from the couch. Melissa's eyes raked his black muscular body towering over her, landing on his thick, long flaccid cock, now temporarily satiated, hanging pendulously in front of her.
"What you're doing to me is wicked and despicable to God, Reggie. You're hurting me and angering Him. You need to stop this and repent."
Melissa found it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes off his incredibly large penis. It began looking less offensive to her, perhaps even a tinge appealing. "You can still save your soul."
Melissa droned about sin and God while Reggie silently stood staring at a thick metal cross that irritated him hanging on the living room wall by the hallway entrance.
"Will the Lord forgive me for what I've done?" Reggie asked remorsefully as he went over to the annoying cross and took it off the wall. It looked perfect -- highly polished with smooth rounded edges.
"Yes if you're truly sorry and ask for his forgiveness."
Melissa saw him with the cross in his hand. "Do you want to pray with that?"
She appeared angelic to Reggie. He was determined to completely spoil her pussy and make her cum until all the virtue remaining in her was defeated. "Are you going to forgive me?" he asked.
Melissa looked down and saw the nakedness Reggie forced her to stay in for days and hesitated with her answer. How could she ever forgive this?
He sat down beside her and pulled her leg onto his lap.
"What are you doing?" she squealed as he reached down to her open crotch and began playing with her pussy. "No, stop doing that — don't!"
Accidentally forgetting his violent temperament, her hands instinctively clawed at his wrist and he replied with another smack across her face.
"Ow! Oh God, no," Melissa cried rubbing her face as he began to masturbate her. She hated him. He had no right touching her clitoris, making it sensitive, making her more responsive to his loathsome and immoral acts. "Don't touch me there," she blubbered.
Slouched on the sofa, she looked down between her opened legs and helplessly watched a revolting yet increasingly familiar sight — her clitoris becoming bigger and firmer between his fingers.
"Please, oh, ooh, don't."
"I'm making it feel good for you again, baby."
She reluctantly became wet and so did the cross he took off the wall. He inserted the end of it in her pussy and gently used it in her while fingering her clit. He wanted to humiliate her — distance her from God by making this as sensuous as possible for her.
"Let's pray," he mocked. "Lord, Jesus, please help my girlfriend, Melissa, enjoy adultery with her nigger boyfriend and cum for him. Thank you Lord — Amen."
Aghast, she watched him gracefully slide that cross in and out of her. He did not stop until she did the blasphemous and debasing thing he had prayed for. "Yes, God, Amen," he exclaimed each time she climaxed.
Reggie made her orgasm three times: "Wow, my prayers were really answered. You must have enjoyed it because you came three times for the Holy Trinity. You have something in common with Jesus — you both cum on a cross. I don't want to hear another word about your non-existent God. Did He answer your prayers, Melissa?"
Her prayers ignored as if God had abandoned her, Melissa remained silent. A different entity seemed in control, rewarding Reggie while punishing her.
Melissa reached down between her legs and in disgust let the slippery cross Reggie had left in her pussy fall from her hand on to the hardwood floor with a thud.
Reggie sat beside her on the sofa and she glanced at his horrendously large penis. He had acquired another erection and it was big and hard again — like a huge over-ripe plantain. How could he keep going like this? He could not be human, she thought.
He suddenly grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh.
"No, let me go!" Melissa yelped.
"We're not finished yet. Get on my lap," Reggie growled, jerking her to him.
She knew what he wanted — he had made her do it to him like this previously — and it was so degrading. No, she could not do it again.
When she resisted him before, however, he hit her and then fucked her hard for an extra long time. Fighting him again would only mean more pain, more bruises, and an identical outcome.
She realized it would be better to just do this with him now and get it over with sooner. Even though she did not want to have more intercourse with him, there was really no way of avoiding it.
She thought she was out of tears, but she began crying anyway as she straddled him. "Please don't make me do it to you again."
"But you're getting really good at it," he callously replied.
"I can't...no." Her hands gripped Reggie's shoulders.
Reggie wrapped his arm around her petite waist, reached down and fumbled with his gigantic charcoal penis as if it was the wrong key he tried fitting into a lock — her lock where it absolutely did not belong.
Finally, the head of his behemoth cock found her pink, wet slit. She felt him parting her lips —slipping his cock inside her.
"No, don't. Why are you making me do this?" Melissa wept in frustration with this horrible black man's insanely large penis entering her vagina again. How long would this monster continue tormenting her?
Reggie left her question unanswered. "We've done it this way before and you know what to do, baby." His hands on her firm buttocks slowly guided them downward.
"Ow, ow, it hurts," Melissa groaned, his huge black cock sliding further into her — the tumblers of her lock once again conforming for his wrong key. Even after three days of frequent intercourse with him, she still felt his penis opening her, filling her — and her pussy stretching to accommodate it.
"Nice and easy," Reggie cooed. "That's it, baby — you'll get used to it again soon and start liking it."
He sickened her. He was not her husband and she did not want to get used to it again or like it. Warm, salty tears running down her face landed on Reggie's shoulder and muscular chest, like the first drops of a summer shower.
With his assistance, she slowly began moving her pussy up and down his cock while weeping. "No — please stop making me do this with you. It's wrong. I'm married and I can't commit adultery."
"Shush, it's not that bad. I can tell you're starting to like it. You're getting so wet, baby. Oh, yeah, that feels incredible, girl."
Her tears subsided but she still loathed him. She hated having his abnormally huge cock inside her and giving it pleasure. Worst of all, she despised the pleasure his obscenely big penis began giving her.
She was indeed growing use to it again just as Reggie had predicted, and began acquiring rhythm in spite of her hatred for him. More and more, with momentum building, she found herself unable to stop riding him.
She rose up intent on dismounting his long, fat penis — yet each time, not quite far enough. His thick, lengthy meat, imbedded deeply inside her, was a hurdle too high to overcome with his strong hands holding her ass and checking her movement.
Instead of dismounting his skyscraper of masculinity, she kept sliding back down it instead, taking all of him back inside her.
"Doesn't that big black cock feel good now?" Reggie asked.
Its depth inside her left Melissa speechless and her mouth gaping. While she reluctantly fucked him, she bitterly stared into his cold, dark eyes that looked like obsidian, and briefly noticed they reflected no light. They were empty eyes like those of a shark — heartless and predatory.
She abhorred doing this with Reggie. But he forced her to betray her husband, her vows of faithfulness, and join to him. He made her surrender physical intimacy that bordered her soul, sensations that actually touched it, and she detested him for it. Yet her body began giving him a much different response.
"Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah, no," she mewled. Her arms reached around his neck for further support and she pulled close against him. Her pink pussy travelled up and down his dark black dick it made wet and shiny like a dipstick removed from motor oil.
"That's it, baby, stop trying to fight it," Reggie encouraged, embracing her smooth, white body in his black, muscular arms as she fucked him. "You see how good big black cock feels inside you?"
"Oh, God, no," she cried turning her head to the side in embarrassment to avoid his eyes. Her hold around his neck involuntarily tightened, her pussy began to spasm and an obnoxious grin formed on his face.
Her taut wet cunt gracefully slid up and down on his thick, dark shaft in a steady, uninterrupted tempo — almost like that of a metronome — hardly requiring his oversight.
"Oh, you feel so good, baby. You're so tight and silky."
"Oh, oh, no, please don't make me. Ooh, ah, uh, nah, oh."
"That's, it baby. Keep working your pussy like that. Oh yeah, I love how it feels inside you."
He was a sick, perverted animal, Melissa thought. She hated him, yet he was inside her. She had always been faithful to Bill until Reggie tore that precious fidelity away from her like a heartless thief.
This demented black man forced her to experience every single inch of his monster penis visiting uncharted depths of her womanhood.
The truth was horrible. Reggie had stolen far more intimacy from her in their short time together than she had ever shared with Bill. Reggie's horrendous cock caused such intense physical feelings deep inside her she did not welcome from him yet was powerless to stop.
"Oh," Melissa softly moaned, involuntarily hugging him even tighter, her soft firm breasts pressing harder against his chest while she fucked him.
"Oh, yeah, baby. See how much your pussy wants that big black nigger cock now?"
"Oh, God, please — no. I hate it and I hate you," Melissa cried into his muscular shoulder unable to stop committing this disgusting, immoral act on him. He might hit her again if she stopped — if she somehow managed slipping his ungodly long penis from her vagina before he finished, she rationalized to herself.
How could her body betray her like this? Her hips stuck on autopilot repeated a perverted dance with him. Her pussy enthusiastically lubricated his black cock and seemed to welcome the colossal invader more affectionately than her own husband's penis.
She was an arrogant, high-class white bitch who grew less inclined to ever seek help or have him prosecuted with each orgasm he gave to her, Reggie thought. She was the type of white woman he enjoyed bringing down by making her fuck big black dick repeatedly, instilling in her an insidious appetite for well-hung dark meat.
She felt dirty and ashamed when they finally finished fucking. Reggie rose from the sofa and went to his backpack to retrieve her car keys and phone.
"Here you go," he said with a confident smile handing her phone and keys back. "You can have them now."
Naked and holding her legs tightly together in a moot attempt at modesty, Melissa sat on the sofa and silently stared at the useless items in her hand.
The roads were icy and snowed in, so where would she drive? The phone was out of charge and did not work in the house. Reggie kept the charger and she could not get outside without drawing his attention anyway.
And even if she could get outside without Reggie noticing, whom would she call and what would she say? This was a small town where everyone talked about each other. They would all learn every flagitious detail of what Reggie did to her and what he made her do to him. She would become the subject of gossip and malicious lies.
What would Bill think of her if he ever learned of all the disgusting things she did with this black man and how much she came on his big penis?
What Reggie was doing to her was awful, but the embarrassment of other's knowing of it was far worse. Fear and shame led Melissa to inaction and her further spiral downward.
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The snow outside was thawing. Her bruises from not cooperating those first days started fading with her improved compliance. Melissa began finding Reggie less unpleasant and her situation with him more bearable — similar to if he had forced her to smoke cigarettes with him until she finally stopped coughing and began acquiring the unwanted habit herself.
Although she still eagerly waited for the snow to completely melt so he would leave, her anticipation for Reggie's departure lost some of its desperation.
From his days recruiting innocent girls as prostitutes, some from good families with proper upbringing, Reggie knew the longer a "nice" girl practiced a vice with someone, the less distasteful it became for her — even in the case of a young, faithful wife like Melissa.
This was all part of his plan. The more he made Melissa commit adultery with him — increasing the salaciousness of their sex acts each time — the more comfortable she became doing it. Snowed in together and with her husband away for three weeks, Reggie had the opportunity and time that he needed to work on her.
It was an unusually cold fall even for this northern climate, and it had taken a week for the snow to start melting. Meanwhile, the consequences of Melissa's failure to seek help and escape Reggie's molestations multiplied, the sex with him becoming progressively more depraved and her thoughts of Bill more infrequent.
Reggie's constant pursuit of physical gratification with Melissa left her with minimal concentration for anything else. Today the sky stayed cloudy and the day gloomy with rain, but Melissa had little time to notice the weather outside.
She slipped from their bed late this morning while Reggie apparently slept. Exhausted, Melissa wandered into her shadowy kitchen wearing only panties and a bra. Reggie had kept her awake most of the night having all kinds of sex, as he had done with her every night for the past week.
Severe sleep deprivation made her thoughts as cloudy as the weather outside and she was unaware of Reggie's presence behind her.
Reggie had quietly followed Melissa, admiring her shapely ass and how sexy her sleek body appeared in undergarments.
Suddenly his arm wrapped around her narrow waist and Melissa realized the short time away from him was already over. She turned around.
Reggie observed how tired she looked, how successfully he had worn her down. But more work remained for him to perform on her. "What you doing here, baby? Why did you leave me all alone in the bed?"
Melissa silently stared back at Reggie somewhat dazed. He was naked and held her securely in his arms. His hard cock jabbed her stomach. She realized what he wanted and tried pulling away from his hug, but her firm ass bumped into the table behind her.
"Come on, baby, let's get these panties and bra off you. You know how hard my cock is when I wake up in the morning. You gotta help relieve it for me."
"No, I don't want to do it anymore with you."
Their sex yesterday lasted all night and seemed to stop only a short while ago, yet Reggie was already hard and starting with her again. Her hands pushed against solid muscles bulging from his chest, and she arched backward over the table trying to escape his embrace. The head of his huge black penis still stabbed her tummy like the end of a hot poker.
His arm stayed fastened around her thin waist while his other hand slid into the front of her panties and pulled them downward.
"No, not here. I don't want to do it with you again, Reggie."
"Yes you do, baby. You know how much you like cumming on black cock. It's gonna feel so good for you. Don't start fighting it again. It won't help you any."
She struggled some, but with a little effort her bra and panties came off anyway.
"No, I really don't like doing it with you. Stop it."
He lifted her up, set her on the edge of the table and pushed her legs open.
Reclined on her elbows, she looked up at him and desperately searched his lust-filled eyes for a spark of compassion. His stare remained transfixed on the lower part of her body though, and she felt his fingers spreading her delicate lips. Embarrassingly, her vagina had already moistened for him.
"Damn, your pussy be dripping wet for more black cock, baby."
"No — stop touching me."
"Yes, baby. We gonna give this pretty pussy of yours what it wants and make it feel real good some more. You're saying 'no' right now, but you gonna be loving this big black cock again in no time."
"No, I don't want that anymore!"
Yes you do, girl. Quit your lying."
Reggie believed the clitoris was an Achille's Heel for most women, and he knew how to exploit it. While much smaller than a penis, its enormous concentration of nerves was capable of producing such intense pleasure for females that it usurped their freewill.
Melissa was female and he knew how to gain her reluctant cooperation. It would only take a few moments to make her 'no' mean 'yes' again.
His thumb paid special tribute to her clitoris — attention he knew her sensitive little organ grew particularly fond to from previous responses. And he slowly returned his gigantic penis into her snug vagina. He disregarded her protests, like she was a longtime girlfriend that belonged to him.
After all, it was time for her feeding again — more grade 'A' black cock for her fine Caucasian pussy while he worked her love button to really spice things up for her. Unfortunately for some white women like Melissa, preference for king-size chocolate penis was a taste they acquired stubbornly and slowly.
But Melissa's tiny vagina experienced his humongous cock more like brown sugar on the tongue each time he fucked her. Although she truly did not want to like it, Reggie began cultivating a sweet tooth between her legs for the huge hunk of dark meat he kept giving to her.
She absolutely did not want anymore sex with him. But he was doing it to her again anyway, this time on the edge of her kitchen table. His cock began the long, leisurely journey deep into her birth canal while his thumb maintained a tight orbit around her clit.
"No, Reggie — I said stop it — not here."
"Oh, yes baby, right here. You want this. You're soaked. I love putting my hard cock in your tight pussy. Doesn't that feel good going inside you? You starting to like big black cock?"
The intense sensations began to hijack Melissa's thoughts — his penis going so deeply inside her, his thumb's narrow course softly brushing her clitoris. He kept asking her if it felt good, if she liked black cock — cooing horribly filthy things non-stop while sexually assaulting her.
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