Defiled Young Housewife

Might want to add warning about race play. I am the original author of this work, formerly known as The Cryptkeeper. I am reposting this work after reading posts on forums from fans about missing my stories.

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Something about him made Christy uneasy, especially when he looked at her with his deep, dark eyes, as if peering into her. Reggie's eye contact seemed brazen, but he did it when Dave wasn't looking. Hopefully, this huge black man who towered over her husband wouldn't make an immediate decision. She needed to discuss this matter further with Dave. They could tell Reggie that someone else rented the room.

Reggie had experience with young, well-educated white women like Christy. He realized that he made her feel uncomfortable. A modest diamond engagement ring and wedding band sparkled together on her finger, catching his gaze.

He knew Christy's type. A privileged white girl raised in an upper-middle class family sheltering her from interactions with men like himself. She likely professed racial equality but had never practiced it in her own bed.

Reggie had found their ad for a boarder on Craig's List. For a young couple without any children, this was far more house than they needed. He surmised that it was likely a greedy gamble they had made during the housing bubble, now leaving them in financial trouble.

A shrewd businessman from drug dealings on the street, and a seasoned sexual predator that had never missed a chance at scoring a vulnerable white pussy, Reggie understood the fleeting nature of this opportunity, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a thick stack of cash. "I'll take the room.

How much security deposit do you want?"

They couldn't rent the room to this man. It wasn't his skin color that alarmed Christy. Something else about him made her hackles rise, and she wasn't sure why. Men stared at her often -- she was used to it -- but not like him. Standing with her arm entwined with her husband's, Christy tightly squeezed Dave's hand as a silent signal not to accept Reggie's offer.

All the money Reggie displayed mesmerized Dave who misinterpreted Christy's signal as an affirmation. "Uh, $500 for a security deposit ought to be enough."

A grin appeared on Reggie's face as he pared away enough cash to cover the deposit plus an entire year's worth of rent. This naïve kid hadn't even asked for his full name yet, and apparently wasn't going to do a background check either. He handed the stack of bills to Dave.

Dave's face lit up like he just found a long-lost friend. Like Christy, his teens weren't far in his rearview mirror. He had anticipated perhaps getting a security deposit and first month's rent -- not a full year's worth of payments in a lump sum like this. They needed this money badly with bills past due and foreclosure looming. The cash now in Dave's hand gave him a rush of euphoria, like winning a sweepstakes.

Christy forced a smile Reggie recognized as insincere.

Reggie nodded at the money in Dave's grasp. "I need a receipt saying I paid the entire year room and board plus security deposit. We can write-up a formal lease later."

"Of course," Dave replied with a quick and enthusiastic shake of Reggie's hand to finalize their deal. "I'll be right back." Dave went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Christy alone in the living room with Reggie.

While Dave was gone, Reggie sneaked another look at Christy's tight ass and firm, young tits, peeling away her clothing with his eyes, as if she was luscious fruit to devour. He imagined how she looked beneath that modest dress she wore.

Christy certainly was an attractive package. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat stomach, nicely curved buttocks, and full breasts. She was exceptionally beautiful.

The 22-year-old college graduate and housewife took care of her figure through strict diet and daily exercise. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, sparkling blue eyes, and silky, blond hair extending slightly past her shoulders, received gazes from many, who saw in her an unattainable girl of their dreams. Christy's heart belonged to her husband, Dave. He was the lucky man fortunate enough to have her.

But that didn't stop Reggie from undressing her with his dark eyes. His cock twitched as he thought about fucking this cute girl.

Reggie told them he was in school, but he was not dressed like your typical college student and wore an expensive sports jacket, silk slacks and Polo dress shirt that were all tailor-fit and showed off his tall, muscular physique. Christy noticed impressive diamond rings on each of his hands. He looked more like an NFL linebacker than a college student to her.

"So, what are you studying?" Christy nervously asked, attempting to break an awkward silence. Reggie also seemed a little old to still be in college full-time as he had claimed. She guessed he was at least 35 years old, although it was sometimes difficult to tell with black men.

"African Studies," he responded.

Earlier, Reggie had told them he attended FU, but in actuality he hadn't set foot on a college campus in years, not since his younger days hustling drugs on the street. In his line of business, he moved up in rank without needing formal education.

His quick reply with no elaboration seemed suspicious to Christy, but Dave suddenly returned smiling, a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house in hand. "Here you go, roommate."

Dave's smile was contagious, Reggie seeming to catch it as he took his key and receipt from him. "Okay, great. I'll be back later with my stuff and we can sign a lease."

Christy felt relief as she watched Reggie leave. He had made her anxious, like she was standing on the roof of a skyscraper, looking over the edge without anything stopping her from falling.

"Look at all this money!" Dave gleefully whispered holding up numerous hundred-dollar bills immediately after Reggie's departure and the door closing.

Christy felt uneasy about having that strange black man move in with them. "I don't know about this guy. Who carries around that much cash? Maybe we should check him out first, honey."

Christy stood waiting for a reply. Dave's back was towards her as he counted the money on their kitchen table for a second time. He wasn't listening to her and didn't hear what she had said.

Perhaps she was being overly cautious. She hadn't seen Dave this happy in a long time, since the rough economy had taken away their jobs and his pride, it seemed. The warehouse position Dave had landed didn't replace his previous salary or pay all their bills, but this was enough cash to bring them current on their property taxes and avoid foreclosure.

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Reggie returned later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new bedroom while Christy and Dave went to bed. He couldn't believe his luck finding such an unwary couple, and a young, beautiful girl to pursue. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light.

He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, imagining what Christy looked like beneath that dress she had been wearing. Was her pussy completely shaved or did she have a small, neatly groomed bush? With a figure like that she had to wear a bikini and was likely meticulous about her personal grooming. Reggie was determined to find out.

Access to an unsuspecting female was the biggest hurdle for a sexual predator, and Christy's naïve husband had unwittingly helped him overcome it.

After a few moments, Reggie's eyes adjusted to the darkness. Perhaps he could sneak a peek at her sexy little body while she and her husband slept. He silently made his way down the hall to Christy's and Dave's bedroom door, which they carelessly left ajar.

But they weren't asleep. The sound of lovemaking -- the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two people lost in passion -- grew louder as Reggie approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at two shadowy figures moving in concert in the moonlight. Reggie's brown skin provided a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night.

Reggie watched, and his penis hardened as he observed Christy's terpsichorean figure in motion. His gigantic cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement. He wanted her badly.

His turn with her would come soon, he assured himself. He was going to seduce her one way or another and take her from her husband.

"Oh, I'm going to cum," Reggie heard Dave exclaim.

"Oh, I love you," Christy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm. It didn't sound to Reggie like Christy had cum at all.

Reggie imagined Christy wrapping her arms around him instead of Dave, crying that she was cumming, her wet pussy throbbing on his cock.

Dave withdrew his modest condom covered penis from Christy's tight vagina and turned on the light atop the nightstand beside their bed.

The thin latex membrane, slick with Christy's juices, completely covered Dave's small penis and contained a hint of his ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched him slide the protective barrier off. They had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before trying to start a family. Christy had only recently been a bride and now she was Dave's faithful wife. She loved him as much as anyone could possibly love another person and she believed nothing would ever change that.

After witnessing the young couple's physical display of love, Reggie quietly returned to his room undetected.

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Early dawn chased away much of the darkness, and only a shadow of night remained. Dave had left for work at his usual early hour and Christy had visited the gym for her daily workout when Reggie woke to a dim, empty house.

Over the weeks, Reggie had learned their schedules, snooped around when they were out, discovered all sorts of useful facts about their lives. He knew Dave wouldn't return from work until evening, and Christy arrived home mid-morning.

Reggie plopped down on the living room couch and there it sat, on the coffee table right in front of him, like the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, the unguarded key to a once impenetrable fortress. A brilliant idea formed in Reggie's mind. Christy had forgotten her cell phone this morning. He had watched her unlock it multiple times. It was a simple, four-number combination.

On his third attempt, her phone opened. Reggie quickly made a backup of it on his laptop. With special software found on the dark web, he now had access to all her information. In her messages and contacts was a cornucopia of important people -- family members and friends, their addresses, phone numbers, and secrets Christy shared with them, everything he needed...

When Christy returned from her workout, Reggie sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. She couldn't help noticing how big he was -- the solid muscles bulging beneath smooth, dark skin covering his arms, chest and stomach -- before seeing her phone on the coffee table where she had left it. She grabbed her phone, wanting to tell him to put on a shirt, but deciding against being confrontational.

He was gawking at her again. He was doing it more frequently and more blatantly when Dave wasn't around. It seemed like the only things he studied were her ass and tits and she didn't like it. Her voice revealed annoyance. "When do you attend classes?"

Reggie began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch right in front of her while his eyes raked her body! "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"

The way he was inappropriately touching himself embarrassed and repulsed her and hinted at the enormous size of his penis as he played with it through his shorts. He was practically masturbating in front of her. She tried ignoring his indecent behavior. "Don't call me 'baby'. I'm currently between jobs. I haven't seen you even open a book yet since you've been with us. You're not a college student. I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it's not me."

Christy turned away from his lustful stare. She needed to shower after her strenuous workout at the gym and get ready for a job interview this afternoon. She had a good feeling about this company and her prospects for employment with it. She headed toward her bedroom.

As she walked away from him, Reggie studied the tight, black leggings she wore limning every delicious curve on her young, firm body, portraying a shapely ass and generous thigh gap. The black sports bra she wore further revealed her flat stomach and perky tits. His balls ached from the unrelieved hard-ons she had been giving to him since he moved here.

She wasn't very friendly to him, but perhaps that would change soon.

Reggie waited a few minutes and then followed Christy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. He tried her bathroom door next, but it was locked.

She appeared in excellent shape and would fight him. But Reggie had made his decision.

While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs -- Christy and Dave in better times, their family and friends -- neatly stood on her dresser. He recognized some of the contacts he had found and copied from her phone. The still images all of well-dressed white folks -- who until now had insulated her from men like himself -- watched in mute sympathy over what he prepared to do. Christy obviously cared deeply for these people, which would prove instrumental.

The shower stopped. Reggie's cock had grown hard inside his shorts during the wait. His gonads, about to burst with excess sperm, ached with anticipation. After enduring weeks of torture from Christy, patiently planning while fantasizing about her, he was on the verge of finally satisfying his predatory urge.

Christy opened the bathroom door wearing pink panties, a sexy bikini cut made from silk, with a matching bra. The rest of her clothes waited neatly folded in her dresser.

Suddenly greeted by Reggie, she tried to slam the door shut to keep him away. Her initial feeling about him had been a correct one, but she had disregarded it to please Dave. In an ironic twist of fate, Christy's attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than their previous financial troubles.

Reggie's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Christy's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid across the slick tile floor.

Reggie charged into her bathroom as Christy shrieked. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get out of my room and keep away from me!"

He punched Christy in her gut. She was unprepared for the blow and his fist drove into her belly like a collision with a cannon ball, the crushing impact evacuating the wind from her lungs.

"You gonna like getting fucked by your new black boyfriend, baby, and you gonna learn to love black cock."

She doubled over incapacitated gasping for air, dragged by her hair from the bathroom.

Before Christy regained her breath, Reggie threw her into bed and tore her panties and bra off, leaving her lying on her back completely exposed.

Christy wheezed and coughed. "No, please, don't do this." "What the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?"

Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of her treasure he planned to plunder. Young women like Christy tended to keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude.

Her naked body was as gorgeous as Reggie had imagined.

Christy's smooth genitals lacked any hint of hair, due to either expensive laser or wax treatments, Reggie guessed. What he had here was a pampered white girl; this explained some of their money problems. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful bellybutton shaped like a keyhole and a nicely defined abdomen. Pink areolae, perfect circles a little larger than quarters, crowned her perky, round c-cup tits.

Christy's silky, white skin contrasted with Reggie as he touched her. Her body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.

Reggie wondered how Dave could foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself. Reaching down between Christy's splayed legs, Reggie gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed.

Christy felt Reggie begin manipulating her privates. "Oh, god -- no. Don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.

Reggie yanked his wrist from Christy's grasp, reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipples, causing jolts of pain that would later become bruises on her perfectly formed flesh.

Christy's hands immediately went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.

From past work in human trafficking, preparing inexperienced and reluctant young females for careers as prostitutes, he knew how to make Christy cooperate. He needed to roughen her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist and plunged it into her solar plexus, like a torpedo striking a ship, sinking her into the sea.

"You need to calm down, baby, and let me love you." He pulled Christy's hands away from her excruciating stomach and delivered another punch just below her bellybutton.

She grabbed her stomach again and retched. Whatever he was saying or doing to her no longer mattered. Air-- she needed precious air, like a diver trapped beneath the water, unable to reach the surface. And she needed the agonizing explosions in her gut to stop.

He blocked her from curling into a ball of pain. "No, baby, stay on your back for me. We not done. Now do what I say and quit resisting, so I don't have to punish you more."

He pushed against her chest, keeping her supine. "That a good girl. Stay like this and don't try to move or stop me and I won't hurt you."

He again shoved her legs open, resumed spreading her labia, locating her clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began gently rubbing its soft hood. "That better-- just let me touch you."

"Okay," she rasped in defeat, clutching her aching stomach as Reggie played with her clitoris. "I'm sorry... No more."

"You beautiful, baby, and I wanna make you feel good. Don't try to stop me."

Christy's pleas began returning between her gasps for air as Reggie calmly sat between her open legs fondling her -- harrying her clitoris to an unwanted arousal as she recovered. "Please stop... I promise... I won't tell anyone... if you stop. Don't do this to me."

But this horrible animal wasn't stopping.

Reggie noticed how Christy's clit was engorging from his fillips, its timid head emerging from beneath its protective hood as he played with it. "I got your special spot now, and it starting to feel good, huh baby?"

"No, it doesn't feel good... Stop touching me... Why are you doing this?" Christy sobbed as Reggie caused involuntary responses in her body, her pink flesh glistening with natural secretions that encouraged his criminal behavior further and invited him to drink her nectar.

"I'm doing this because I love you, baby."

Reggie spread her vaginal lips wide apart with his black fingers, her intimate pink anatomy held completely open and accessible, and he began orally assaulting her.

"Oh, god... stop it! Please... no... don't." She sat up on her elbows and from over her flat, battered tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried to push Reggie's head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair. He was sucking on her clitoris, keeping it engorged and sensitive, twirling his tongue over it.

Reggie ached for Christy, and while expertly performing cunnilingus on her he slid off his gym shorts. Once free his monstrous organ sprang from confinement.

Christy's eyes widened when she saw his enormity. Reggie's cock looked more like a truck's radiator hose than a man's penis, with large veins distended beneath its dark brown skin. She had never seen a penis this size. He could not possibly fit inside any woman. "No... keep away from me. I won't tell anyone about this, but you need to stop now. I mean it."

She was hysterically babbling as Reggie's fingers reopened her labia, stretching them wide apart, and he aimed his gigantic cock at her moist entrance.

Christy reached down to block him. Recalling how Reggie punished her earlier, her fingers merely grazed his hand and stopped short of their intended goal.

The large head of his penis pushed at Christy's wet opening and she became frantic. She didn't know what to say or do to stop him, her fingers uselessly resting on his hand as he held her vagina agape.

Was this really happening to her? This monster was fondling her pussy, trying to put himself inside her. Christy felt like a paralyzed spectator watching a horrible crime being perpetrated on someone else. "I'm sorry I wasn't nice to you before, Reggie. I'll do anything you want. Please don't. No... you're too big..."

"You gonna start doing what I want anyway, baby, and we about to become very nice to each other. You been holding back black men your entire life, but now you sharing

something very special with me, like you should have been doing with my brothers all along."

The pressure from his attempted invasion built. She couldn't watch his huge cock and what he was trying to do to her anymore. Christy fell back, clenching the sheets in her fists. "Oh, god! No... Please. You're hurting me. Don't..."

Dave's pecker must have been even smaller than it appeared that night Reggie moved in and spyed him fucking Christy through the crack in the door. Reggie slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy's resistance, her moist labia finally surrendering and engulfing the head of his mighty black penis. "You taking me, baby, and you feel so good."

"Ow... oh god... no," Christy cried, another man entering her for the first time, her pussy stretching for him, subversively providing lubrication for its own assault, and her fidelity to Dave eradicated by this horrible fiend, all in little more than an instant.

Reggie gradually advanced more of his cock into her. "This your first time with a negro, baby? You got a black cock in your pussy. How it feel?"

"Oh god, stop it! Please, you're hurting me. Don't..."

"I'm sorry, baby, but you gonna get used to me. Relax some and it'll be easier."

She felt him advance slightly deeper with each thrust. "No... I'm married to Dave. We let you live here with us. Why are you doing this?"

Reggie placed his index finger to her lips. "Shush, be quiet and stop crying. I told you before why I'm doing this -- because I love you, baby, and I gotta have you. You constantly showing off this cute little body of yours, making me hard, and I can't take it no more. You may be married but you gonna share some with me. I'm inside you, and you mine now too."

"No," Christy whimpered. She would never be his. But her pussy acted contrarily and as nature insisted, welcoming his hardness and coating more of Reggie's cock with moist, affectionate sheen, traitorously helping him to penetrate deeper.

How could this be happening to her? Why did Dave allow a stranger into their home? Why was she so wet for this disgusting man and why couldn't she control her own body? These and similar thoughts circulated in her mind, her face displaying both her physical and psychological anguish as furrows in her normally smooth skin.

Christy's pussy had never contained this much cock in it before. Reggie's penis was triple the girth of Dave's and visited her unchartered depths. With most of his length inside Christy, Reggie refrained from going further. There was no need rushing things their first time together and causing her excessive discomfort.

Reggie's ultimate goal, however, was to spoil Christy by making her grow accustomed to his size and eventually want his entire dick. Christy didn't realize it yet, but this marked the beginning of a long, intimate relationship with him.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Christy moaned in concert with squeaks from the bed.

Reggie attempted to look directly into her blue eyes while fucking her, but Christy kept averting his stare and moving her head away from him. "No!" she snarled.

A wild spark appeared in Reggie's eyes as he irately grabbed Christy's chin, pinching it in his vise-like grip. He turned her head to face him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!"

From beneath pools of tears, Christy's eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense cock making its far journey in and out of her defeated pussy, now his conquered territory.

"Ow, please stop it!"

"I want you to cum first, baby, and show how much you love your new nigger boyfriend. Then maybe I'll stop."

Occupying conquered territory wasn't enough for him. He wanted her complete surrender. She replied with silence, determined not to give him the satisfaction of her orgasm and total victory. He had already taken the precious fidelity of her marriage to Dave; no way she would ever cum for this filthy pig.

"Oh, you gonna cum for me whether you want to or not," Reggie warned, quickening his pace as if reading her thoughts and determined to defy them.

"No," Christy hissed through clenched teeth. "I'll never cum for you - you sick bastard." But the physical discomfort of having Reggie deep inside her dissipated, her vagina almost completely accepting his large penis and bathing it with juices.

Reggie shifted position and felt her pussy begin contracting around his dick in response. Big black cock was too difficult for white girls to resist, and despite her resolve and hatred for him, Christy didn't last too long before having an orgasm. "That it, baby, cum for me like a good, little white girl. Keep cumming on that big nigger dick. Resisting not doing you any good. You really wet, and I can feel how you starting to like me."

Christy grimaced, her hands pushing against his muscular chest. How could he say such horrible, racist things and how could he make her body do that? But his thick shaft kept stretching her vaginal labia, delivering rich sensations she didn't want from him but couldn't avoid. "Oh... oh... don't... oh -- no!"

Christy's voice grew louder as her unwanted arousal increased. "No, no, no -- stop doing this to me! I don't want to cum for you. You're disgusting and I hate you. Oh, god. Oh, oh, ooh, don't..."

He felt Christy's vaginal muscles spasm from a second, stronger orgasm.

Reggie continued fucking her, occasionally her pelvis replying with slight coital movements of its own, her body revealing increasing desire to engage in the sex act. It was an autonomous response Christy tried preventing. Not yet the enthusiastic reaction from her he sought, but progress as she tired of resisting.

Reggie withstood the urge to bury his remaining length inside her...

Christy wanted this heinous act to end, but it went on indefinitely. She finally noticed him accelerating and panicked, realizing the full extent of what was approaching. He was inside her and would cum soon. "Please, you've got to pull out now," she begged. "Don't cum in me!"

Christy was a priviledged, white female, and Reggie enjoyed every step of taking her: initially molesting her and causing her body to respond in a way that was embarrassing for her; introducing her pussy to his huge cock; making her orgasm from it and causing her additional shame. He looked forward to completing his despicable act by ejaculating inside her.

"I love you and I made you cum. Don't you want to return my love and let me cum in your pussy? You need to share with me. We suppose to be nice to each other when we making love and cum together. You not racist, are you?"

He must have been delusional because they were NOT making love; he was raping her! Her eyes became saucers of fear. "No, you can't do that. Please, don't cum in me."

She couldn't let him do it. Christy's dainty hands renewed their efforts and pushed harder against Reggie's burly chest. Arching her back and repositioning her pelvis, she tried squeezing her vaginal muscles to dislodge him. Her efforts might have worked against someone of normal size, but they were no match for Reggie's gigantic penis imbedded too far in her pussy to oust.

Reggie's immense penis securely occupied Christy's vagina after her failed attempt to expel it, but he felt what she tried to do. With a quick jab, he penetrated a little further for her insubordination. "We not done yet, baby. You want more of me? I got plenty of black dick for you to enjoy and I been holding back so you can adjust to it. I was going to go slow, but you try that again and you getting all of me whether you ready or not."

It was less than an inch, but to Christy it felt like a mile more of Reggie now going inside her.

Her hands tightly gripped his hips. "Ow, oh, oh, no more! Oh god! Okay, I'm sorry... I won't do it again," she yipped from the pressure and discomfort of more of him penetrating into her, further stretching her vaginal muscles.

The temptation became too great for Reggie to resist. "You ready for all of me, baby?"

"Oh... oh... no... ah... oh.. oh, ooh..."

To Christy's chagrin, the shock from his additional length made her orgasm again. Meanwhile, his dark eyes rolled in their sockets toward the ceiling with long awaited relief, his penis releasing torrents of cum. "Oh, yeah, take me, baby. We cumming together. Your little white pussy be milking my cock, wanting it all."

Reggie tightly embraced Christy as they both orgasmed and he injected his seed deep into her womb. "I love you, baby."

She felt Reggie's slimy ejaculate fill her and begin oozing from her vagina down the crack of her ass. She cried beneath him, her hands uselessly grabbing at his shoulders but unable to remove him. "Oh, no, no, no. Why are you doing this? You're cumming in me. Stop it."

"We cumming together, baby, like we suppose to. It a beautiful thing. You finally sharing your little white pussy with a black man like you should, and I feel you throbbing on my cock. You not ready for me to pull out yet. I gotta let you enjoy this until you completely done. How many times this be for you anyway, three or four?" Reggie asked, musing to himself how Christy, once a privileged white girl, well-kept by a young, successful husband, was now reduced to renting a room in her home to a black man and getting fucked by him.

The deed was completed. Christy lay beneath Reggie's heavy frame, like fading echoes of thunder, her pussy clenching his deflating cock from humiliating orgasms he forced her to have. She hated Reggie, yet she had been unable to prevent herself from cumming for him. "Okay, get off me now," she uttered, pushing her hands against his muscular chest.

He removed his flaccid cock from Christy as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her pussy gaping from his departure and her legs left indecently spread apart momentarily before rediscovering modesty and closing. She glanced at Reggie's penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, it appeared enormous, and she didn't believe the horrific thing had been inside her.

"You ever give your husband head?" Reggie asked.

Christy looked at Reggie with bewilderment as this muscular black man who had just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her off the bed and into a kneeling position beside it. She fully understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis in her face. His cock coated with both of their secretions was disgusting.

Her teeth remained clenched.

"I don't want to hurt you more. Open your goddamn mouth and suck on me nicely, like you want me."

She shook her head from his grasp. "I'll bite it off," she snarled.

Privileged white girls like Christy could be stubborn and sometimes needed additional encouragement. With a clap like an ancient branch snapping off a mighty tree, his open palm crashed against her cheek, leaving Christy with bright stars floating in her eyes and the coppery taste of blood trickling from somewhere inside her mouth.

Christy sat on the floor stunned.

"Don't think about biting me, or you won't have any teeth left and I'll have to mess up your beautiful face."

She didn't think she could tolerate Reggie's cock in her mouth without vomiting. Reggie tightly pulled her hair. "Now suck on me nice, baby, and learn to like it." Her lips obediently went around the foul thing.

"That a good girl. That both of us coating my cock, baby--you and me and our love for each other. See how good we taste together? Clean our cum off it and relish the special flavor we make. I gonna teach you to respect black men and how to do this right."

She thought about biting down on his penis anyway, but he suddenly jerked her hair hard.

"Nicer, like you enjoying it. Act like you my girlfriend and love me. You bite me, and I'll kill you and then I'll slice up your husband when he get home tonight."

Regardless of what he thought, she would NEVER like anything about him or be his girlfriend. She hated him, but he terrified her. She heeded his warning and even though the thought of sucking on his cock was revolting, the actual taste wasn't awful. The longer she performed the act, the more tolerable it became. As she followed his directions, he relaxed his grip on her hair and his treatment improved.

He unexpectedly slapped her cheek again, but gently this time. "Do I need to get rough with you more? Remember to touch my cock nicely while you sucking on it."

Fearful of what he might do if she didn't follow his instructions, she reached up to his scrotum with her other hand and began delicately rolling his warm, heavy testicles between her fingers while drawing on his shaft. Reggie's balls were egg-shaped like Dave's, but absurdly bigger like every other part of Reggie.

To Christy's dismay, his penis was becoming larger from her forced caresses. How could he become hard again so soon? Once Dave came, he was done for the evening.

Fully erect, it seemed like little more than the head of Reggie's cock fit in her mouth.

"That it. Yeah, that feel good. Put your fist around the shaft and stroke it while you suck on it... like this." He took her hands and guided her. "Softly and slowly and keep the head in your mouth. Oh, yes - right there, baby. Now you cooking. That part be extra

sensitive. Ah, I like you stroking me there like that. I gotta hold back, though. Don't wanna cum too soon for you."

Cum too soon for her? Did he really think she enjoyed doing this to him? She hated him.

"Oh you gonna stay my girlfriend. Keep sucking on me, baby... nice and easy. We in no rush. You gonna learn to enjoy and savor it. Dave won't be home for a while, and I got enough cum in my balls to make you spit out black babies until your ovaries dry up."

Again, he yanked her hair. "I got a lot to teach you. Twirl your tongue over the head some. Show more affection. Remember how I did it to you? Act like you love me and enjoy doing it. Yeah, that better. Now run your lips up and down the shaft. Ah, yeah, baby, keep doing that. Okay, now stroke me some more."

She felt his grip in her hair tightening. "Look at me," he scolded her, pulling her hair and turning her face upward and toward him. He struck her cheek softly. "Touch it lovingly while doing that. You see how hard you made me? That how a man's body show love for the woman he with. You need to reciprocate my love by giving my cock affection.

Don't forget, you want to do this to me. Now try again."

Reggie continued giving her cruel tutorials. Having no choice, she complied with his demented demands and pretended to worship his big black cock. She reluctantly learned how to perform oral sex on him, how he liked her to touch him, and how to act like she enjoyed doing it. "That it. Keep showing your love for me and how much you like doing this," he repeated to her. "See how hard you making me and how much I love you?"

Her wedding band sparkled on her finger as she gently tugged on his dark appendage and pretended to love him. His cock twitched, startling her slightly. She held his massive shaft in both hands with plenty of its length to spare. Her lips moved up and down his thick rod; her tongue licked it.

How can his cock possibly be so big? she wondered.

Reggie felt another batch readying. "Oh, I'm gonna cum soon, baby. Swallow all of me

-- every last drop. Convince me you love me and like it."

"No," she growled, trying to free herself from his grip. She was not going to swallow his disgusting cum and pretend to like it. But he pulled her hair hard, forced the head of his cock back into her mouth and held her firmly. With her face buried in his groin, his thick, long penis extending down her throat, her open hands reached up while shoving against his hard stomach.

"Don't try to get away, baby. You don't want me to hurt you and kill Dave when he get home tonight. It not worth fighting it. Swallow me and it'll be okay and over soon."

Christy didn't want to swallow Reggie's nasty cream, but he threatened her and grasped her hair tightly preventing her from pulling away.

After the first couple of mouthfuls, her shoves started losing determination.

His cum was working on her. Reggie could see it was becoming less distasteful to her by the way she finally capitulated and started gulping it down.

"That it, keep swallowing me and protect your family, Christy. Drink all of me, baby. The more of me you swallow, the better things will be. My cum is special and you starting to like it. See how good I'm starting to taste and how much you starting to love me? It getting difficult for you to resist me."

Christy replied with a moan, her open palms slowly sliding down his firm, muscular stomach, appreciating the ripples in his strong abdomen while she drank from him, until her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft of his massive penis, as if everything he was saying to her was suddenly and unexplainably true. His cock became a fountain of masculinity delivering perverted nourishment to her. The more she pleasured him the more she received.

He relaxed his hold, Christy gently milking his cock and quaffing from it, not noticing that he had let go of her hair. She remained engrossed with his enormous penis as he spoke, running her lips up and down its shaft, licking up the white cream still spewing from its head as if it was a treat.

"That a good girl. Keep feeding from me and protect your husband," he repeated while tenderly stroking her hair. "You swallowed me and now you mine."

When his cum eventually stopped flowing, she pulled her mouth away. A thread of jism momentarily spanned from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a venomous spider, one of many strands trapping a paralyzed prey.

Christy appeared dazed when she finished drinking his poison. Reggie gently took her elbow and guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. She didn't think it was possible for a man to produce that much semen. He had profusely ejaculated in her pussy only a short while ago, effortlessly repeating it a second time in her mouth-- and she had swallowed all of him.

Christy stared up at him from where she sat, sparks of hatred returning in her eyes, his strong taste lingering on her taste buds, his perverted essence filling her stomach and womb. A heavy silence permeated the room until a pair of mating birds nonchalantly announced Spring outside her bedroom window, as if everything in the world was as it should be. Nature was cruel and didn't care about the laws that governed civilized humans that Reggie had broken.

Like a brilliant vein of gold, the afternoon sun leaked through a crack between the bedroom curtains that had been drawn since morning, hiding her sexual assault from the outside world. Reggie took a seat beside her on the edge of the bed and put his arm around her shoulder, their naked bodies touching once more. "Sorry. I didn't want to be cruel to you, baby."

Christy violently shrugged his muscular arm off her shoulder and scooted away. "Don't touch me ever again and don't call me baby."

Reggie stood up. He realized she was upset, but she would eventually get over it. "Listen, baby, before you go tell your husband or anyone else about this, you should know that I'm not who you or Dave think I am. I'm Reggie Johnson. If you don't know who I am, you can look me up on Google."

She vaguely remembered that name from somewhere, but she was too distressed to think about it now. "Get out of our house and don't ever come back," she spat.

He chuckled at her. "I have a receipt for a year's lease paid in full and signed by your generous husband. I'm not going nowhere, baby. I'm staying right here with you."

"Dave will see the marks you left on me, you disgusting pig. He's going to have you put in jail."

Reggie's eyes lit up with rage. "That wouldn't be smart. If you want Dave to live, you best hope he never find out who I am or what we done today. And don't ever threaten me, or the beating I just gave you will seem like I was being gentle."

He reflected a moment before continuing: "I know about your family. Your Grandma Emily live at 425 Elm Street in Springfield, your mom and dad at 321 Flagmore Drive in Dover. Be nice to me and cooperate, and I'll take care of you. If anyone finds out who I am or that I'm here, if I'm arrested for any reason, I'm gonna assume you ratted on me; and my homeboys will be coming for your family and your friends -- anyone even remotely related to you. Trust me, they won't be able to hide.

"You seem like a smart girl. Think before you be opening your mouth," he added.

How did he know where her parents lived, her grandmother's name and where she lived? Christy was unaware that he had accessed her phone while she was at the gym, that he had searched through her house each day when she was gone, went through her personal papers, researched every aspect of her life over the past weeks.

"I know what it feel like inside you and I made you cum several times today, baby. Don't deny it because I felt you throbbing on my cock. I came in your pussy and in your mouth and you took every last drop from me. I'm inside you now, and you not an innocent wife no more. Even though you married, we shared something special today -- our special secret, and it make you my girlfriend. There be just a little red mark on your face, nothing too noticeable unless you let Dave see the rest of your sexy body."

He paused for a moment, his eyes raking her still naked figure on display for him. "Them beautiful tits and that tight stomach took some punishment. That wouldn't have happened if you cooperated in the first place. If you get bruises, keep your clothes on around your husband until they fade."

He smirked at her. "Guess you might be cutting Dave off for a while -- no more sex with him for a week or two. After how we fucked today you should be satisfied for a while anyway. You got a good negro dicking. If Dave ask about the mark on your face, tell him you slipped at the gym."

Rage surged through her veins and she wanted to scratch Reggie's face off with her fingernails, yet she was powerless to do anything but remain silent while staring up at him from the edge of her bed where she still helplessly sat.

"You wanna come take a shower with me, baby? Since you probably won't be able to fuck Dave for a while, we can have a quickie before he get home. I'll even let you suck my cock some more. You seem to like doing that."

Was he serious? How could he think that she wanted more sex or that she enjoyed any part of what he had done to her? She looked away from him in disgust.

"Suit yourself," he added, heading toward her master bathroom. He had his own bathroom near his room; he didn't belong in hers. He was treating her house the same way he had just treated her body -- like it belonged to him.

While Reggie showered, the once confident Christy sat in shock on her bed pondering what occurred and what he said. He was dangerous and violent, and his threats were serious. She debated reporting him to law enforcement anyway. But her ordeal -- so filthy, vile, and embarrassing -- would need to be retold.

He made her body become aroused and do embarrassing things. She had climaxed for him more than once. Reggie would claim the act was consensual. Would Dave believe her orgasms were involuntary? Everyone, including Dave, would know she had been fucked by this disgusting man, that he had performed oral sex on her, and that she had performed it on him and swallowed his cum. How could she ever explain these awful things to people?

Paramount and most terrifying of all, if Reggie was who he claimed to be, she couldn't risk him hurting her family and friends. Somehow, he knew where her parents and grandma lived. What else did he know about her?

Christy decided to keep what had happened a secret until she found out more about Reggie Johnson. She missed her promising job interview, but with his cum leaking from her pussy and his taste remaining in her mouth, she hastily dressed and left before he finished showering.

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Christy learned that Reggie Johnson had a lengthy Wikipedia page and there was other stuff on the Internet about him. Officials suspected him responsible for numerous drug related murders and heinous crimes. Many of his victims were tortured and mutilated in horrible ways. He allegedly reigned over an extensive criminal empire, and with the help of powerful friends and gifted attorneys, he avoided conviction.

Christy tried making herself scarce while Dave wasn't around to evade Reggie. It was torment sharing her home with the monster who had molested and raped her. One night while she was alone making dinner, Dave watching football in the living room, Reggie strolled into the kitchen to get himself and Dave another beer.

His proximity filled Christy with apprehension and embarrassment. The tension was palpable, but it was entirely hers. Each time she saw him she relived what he did to her. But Reggie seemed unphased by her discomfort, carrying himself with an apparent arrogance that sickened her. Being alone in the same room with him was intolerable.

Reggie closed the refrigerator door and turned toward her wearing a big smile and holding a bottle in each of his hands. He triumphantly stared at her as if she was his conquest. "Your husband and me becoming good pals. I notice you been staying out during the day when he isn't here. You trying to avoid me?"

She angrily glared at him. How could he ask that after the horrible things he did to her?

"Playing hard to get, huh? You best make sure you home for me tomorrow. I want time alone with you, baby. Things started out on the wrong foot between us, and we need to talk."

"We're not ever talking about anything except you moving out. Get away from me and get out of our home, Reggie. Leave me and my family alone. I want nothing to do with you."

"Your husband and me are becoming good friends. No reason why you and me can't get to know each other better and do the same. Real bad things about to start happening to your family if you don't treat me right. I mean it, Christy. I know all your people, where they live and work."

He reached up, pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. "Take it," he insisted, handing her the folded sheet. It was apparently a computer-generated list of everyone she knew, their phone numbers, addresses, where they worked, and even some of their birthdays. A conspicuous check mark next to her friend, Tiffany's name caught

Christy's attention. "Where did you get this?"

"That not important. My homeboys have that list too with instructions. All I have to do is send a text. If anything happens to me, like I'm arrested for any reason, they have orders to torture and kill everyone on that list. I always get what I want, and I want to talk to you alone. I'm getting impatient and I'm not waiting no more. Tomorrow you staying home when Dave go to work, or he won't be coming home. You understand me?"

What would Reggie's thugs do to Dave? Who else would Reggie hurt? Reggie and his goons were capable of far worse things than what Reggie already did to her, and they were going to start doing them to people she loved if she didn't at least pretend to go

along with him. The prospect of spending another day alone with Reggie terrified Christy, but she needed to protect her husband, her family and friends.

Christy slowly nodded her head.

"I can't hear you. Is that a yes, baby?" "Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Good girl. We just gonna talk some, get to know each other better, and maybe become friends, nothing else. I promise I'll be nice, Christy. Everything that happened before gonna stay our secret. I know it embarrassing for you, but you don't have to worry about Dave or anyone else ever finding out as long as you cooperate. Okay?"

She would never be his friend after what he had done to her, but she slowly nodded her head again in agreement. What choice did she have?

"Oh, and just so there no misunderstandings, I'm sorry about your friend, Tiffany. I told my homies to go easy on her so you'd get the message, but they got a little carried away. You shouldn't have such pretty friends."

"What did you do to Tiffany, you son-of-a-bitch?"

The triumphant smirk on his face grew larger and filled her with even more hatred for him, yet she remained powerless to do anything about it. He could easily have Dave, her family and friends killed. He casually returned to the living room without replying and left Christy standing there speechless.

The refrigerator began to drone, interrupting the silence Christy found herself alone in, replacing the cool air Reggie had let escape from it, and then her phone rang. It was Tiffany's husband calling with news that after stealing all their money and jewelry, he had been badly beaten and Tiffany gang-raped by a band of black thugs that had broken into their house...

How could this have been avoided? Christy felt it was her fault for the way she handled Reggie. But how could Dave have been so careless and allowed this dangerous gangster into their home in the first place?

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When morning arrived, Christy was lying in bed with her eyes closed, still unable to sleep. The sun had yet to rise and daylight was more than an hour away. She had spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about her earlier conversation with Reggie and what would happen today once Dave left for work.

She reassured herself that all Reggie wanted to do was talk this time. She had pondered how she should act and what she should say to him. She would be strong, but also diplomatic and try reasoning with him. She would agree to keep his identity and

what he had done to her secret if he would leave her and her family alone. Surely that would be enough to appease him.

The alarm rang for a moment before Dave silenced it. She felt the bed shake as he got up, and she heard him close the bathroom door. The sound of flowing water from the shower Dave was taking would normally be soothing for Christy, but instead each passing second brought her increasing anxiety.

Dave exited the bathroom and Christy still appeared asleep. She usually woke with him in the morning. "Hey, lazy head. Are you going to get up and go to the gym today?"

Christy opened her eyes, pretending to just awaken. "I'm tired," she answered. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"I'm sorry, honey. Are you still upset about Tiffany and John?"

She nodded her head, but that was only part of it. She wished she could tell Dave the entire truth.

"I'm sorry. That was terrible what happened to them. I'm glad we live in a safer area. I never liked that neighborhood they live in.

"Maybe you should skip the gym today and sleep in. I've got to head off to work now."

Dave kissed her cheek, turned off the light, and left Christy lying in their bed engulfed by the early morning darkness.

Christy was exhausted after remaining awake the entire night paralyzed with indecision. She had second thoughts again about confronting Reggie. Should she get dressed and get out of the house to avoid him as she had done previous mornings since he raped her?

She had been going to the gym in the mornings with her duffle bag containing a change of clothes. She normally worked out and then went to the library and used the computers there to look for a job until it was almost time for Dave to come home. If she left the house today, Reggie would hurt more of her friends and family.

Reggie had slept soundly but had been awake for over an hour when he heard Dave leave. Reggie's cock, rigid all night because of Christy, remained that way now. He wanted to fuck her again. It was still early morning as he made his way down the shadowy hallway to Christy's room. The door was closed, the way Dave had left it before departing for work, and Reggie didn't bother knocking. He slowly turned the knob and with soft, cat-like steps quietly entered.

Christy was still in bed, lying on her stomach, and didn't hear Reggie enter. Exhaustion finally caught up with her and she was sleeping. The pictures of her family and friends that watched the previous time he had taken her remained on the dresser, silently observing from the shadows in disapproval. Reggie slipped off his boxers and

cautiously pulled back the sheets to get in bed beside her, noticing the bra and panties she wore. His cock ached to reunite with her. He carefully unclasped the hook of her bra and began removing it.

Reggie's muscular arm reaching around her shoulder and his hard cock stabbing her hip as he joined her in bed woke Christy. He began kissing her ear. "I'm glad you listened and stayed home today. You making the right decision. I'll be gentle with you. We gonna make love, baby, and I gonna make sure you cum a bunch of times." His hand descended toward her panties.

This couldn't be happening again, she thought, fear leaving her momentarily paralyzed. He was in bed with her, touching her! She had to stop him before things went too far.

She rolled over, grabbed his hand resting on her hip, and pushed it away. "No, stop touching me and get out of my bed. Let's just talk like you said. I've kept your secret and haven't told anyone about you or what you did to me, but I'm not going to be your sex toy and you're not going to do anything like you did to me last time ever again."

When she turned over to face him, her bra partially fell off, Reggie's eyes feasting on her firm, young tits bearing the faded bruises he had left on them. She was wearing the bra in bed to hide the incriminating marks of Reggie's previous love making from her husband.

Christy realized Reggie was looking at her breasts, and as her arms went to cover them, his hand that lovingly caressed her moments ago, before she rejected him and shoved it away, formed into an angry fist and plunged into her stomach.

"I thought you learned from last time, but you making me get rough again, baby."

Christy held her gut in pain while Reggie grabbed her loosened bra and pulled it completely off. He then slapped her cheek.

"No, don't hit me," she gasped, one hand clutching her stomach, the other shielding her face, and her perky tits left uncovered.

"You want rough foreplay this morning? This ain't nothing compared to what my homeboys gonna do to your Grandma Emily in a little while before they kill her. They like running train on old white ladies. I think I'll text my niggers now since you not cooperating."

Reggie started to leave the bed.

"Oh god, no! Don't hurt my grandma! Please, I'll do what you want, Reggie."

"This be your last chance. I mean it." Reggie's hands returned to Christy's hips and pulled at her panties. "Lift up for me and let me get these off you."

Christy didn't want to let him touch her, but she had no choice it seemed, her ass rising off the mattress for him as she sobbed. This wasn't going at all like she had anticipated.

"That be better," he said, dragging the soft undergarment down her smooth legs and removing it from her feet.

With Christy completely naked, Reggie lied beside her for a moment, putting his arm around her chest, caressing her right breast and playing with her nipple as if he was her longtime lover. "Please, you said you just wanted to talk," she sniveled.

He began kissing her neck, his lips moving closer to her ear, her nipple involuntarily hardening between his fingers. "We gonna talk while we make love, baby. There be no better way for two people to become close friends and get to know each other. You gonna cum and you gonna learn to enjoy it with me even though you may not want to. You have no choice. You enjoyed your white privilege until now and probably never let a negro be your boyfriend. Resist if you want, but you my girl and you gonna put out for me or bad things gonna happen to your people, like your friend Tiffany, but worse. You understand?"

The back of her head rested on a soft pillow as tears trickled down the sides of her face and into her silky blond hair. She nodded her reply, realizing there would be no reasoning with him regardless of what she said or how strong she tried to be.

"Good girl. I'll treat you nice... as long as you cooperate," he softly whispered between delivering kisses to her ear and filling it with his hot breath, his fingers relentlessly fondling her hard nipple for what seemed like eternity.

Reggie sat up and went to her legs, which had remained closed. His hands landed on her inner thighs. "Now open up for me so I can taste your sweet honey."

"Oh god, please don't perform oral sex on me again," she cried as she allowed him to spread her thighs open.

"Good girl... very nice," Reggie commented, ignoring Christy's plea and gazing once more at the lovely pink of her most intimate place. Reggie repositioned himself between her open legs, his fingers delicately culling her clitoris from her folds. He began licking her clit, wetting it with his saliva, and messaging it between his fingers.

"Don't... stop it... no."

"Is it starting to feel good, baby?" he asked, her clit slowly firming in his fingers and her pussy moistening.

"No, p-p-please stop touching me."

His thumb landed on her clitoral hood and began rubbing the sensitive flesh. "I think you getting a clit boner, baby. It getting firm and need to be relieved."

"Oh, god, you're making me this way. S-s-stop touching me. Don't make me do this with you!"

Reggie enjoyed this privileged white girl's cries of embarrassment. She couldn't stop him making her clit engorge and her pussy moisten, and she couldn't prevent him from fucking her either. It was a nice reversal of roles considering the history between their two races and what her ante-bellum ancestors may have done to his. He sucked her hardening clit into his mouth, his tongue twirling over it. "You want me to stop now, baby?" he asked mockingly.

"Yes, p-p-please don't do it anymore," she pleaded, welcoming his reprieve. "Okay, I'll stop for a little while, but you suck my cock instead."

Christy looked at him with dismay. How could he possibly expect her to do such a thing again? She was married to Dave and none of this was supposed to be happening. "I-I-I can't do this with you. Stop it--please!"

"Okay, baby. I guess you ain't ready for me to stop then." He resumed mercilessly attending to her clit, heightening its sensitivity and bringing her closer to an embarrassing orgasm. Christy desperately tried not to cum, finally surrendering and agreeing to perform oral sex on him if he would stop performing it on her. "Oh god... oh, oh, ah, ooh. Okay, I'll suck your cock," she cried out. "Just stop doing this to me!"

Reggie comfortably lied on his back in the bed Christy had shared with her husband a short while ago. Her soft breast pushed against his hard stomach as she took his enormous cock in both hands and reluctantly put its head in her mouth. She didn't want to perform fellatio on him and had tried to forget how he made her do it to him last time.

"You suppose to act like my girlfriend. Now do it nice, the way I taught you before," he reminded her. "Get into it like you did last time. Twirl your tongue over the head and run your lips up and down the shaft... yeah, like that. Now play with my balls while you doing that. You know how I like it."

She wished she had never met Reggie or know things so intimate about him as how he liked his cock touched and sucked by a woman. She had tried to block all the sordid details, the disgusting things he had made her do to him last time, from her memory.

Now she was forced to repeat those lascivious acts.

His hand rubbed her back and kept squeezing her butt cheek. She despised him, yet he made her act as if she loved him, like his girlfriend who wanted him. She did none of this willingly. While sucking on his cock and stroking his shaft, her free hand reached down to his scrotum and caressed his heavy gonads.

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 real nice, baby. You natural at this and learning good, but you need to bring that sweet pussy on my face, 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 coax her to do a '69' with him. "No, that wasn't our agreement. I don't want to do that with you."

She tried to scurry away.

Reggie sat up, his strong hands grabbing the back of her thighs and squeezing them as he dragged her over his lap. He began spanking her firm ass. It sounded like the clapping 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. If you resist you get it rough, but you not getting out of giving that pussy to me. 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 last time, baby."

Christy straddled his face, his hands grabbing her firm butt cheeks and spreading them apart as he pulled her down towards his mouth. He delivered another smack to her scorching buttock. "Start sucking cock," he barked.

Christy felt him begin drawing on her 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 sensitized by him earlier becoming more so. Christy didn't want to be aroused by him, didn't want any of this to feel good.

He wouldn't stop, her loins yearning for release. She didn't want to cum for him. It was humiliating. 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. His mouth, lips and tongue expertly engaging her down there made her 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 returning 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 increasing dosage of male hormones accumulating in her like exposures to radiation gradually causing mutation in her libido. 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 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 familiar, 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 his goons did to Tiffany and her husband, what 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 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 doing to me? I told you before about how a man's body show he in love. You keep making me hard, baby, because you so beautiful and I love you." He took her hand and guided it to his cock. "Now play with it some more."

Christy didn't have 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 it, baby. You been giving me hard-ons since I moved in with you and now you gonna start taking care of them for me."

Christy couldn't believe how big and hard 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 with him. 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 saying 'no' to me? 'No' mean you want it rough. You my girlfriend, for a whole year until my lease is up, and you best start acting like it. I might decide to throw a few more dollars at that generous 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. "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 - like your friend Tiffany - before being killed? Or maybe I'll have my homeboys slice up your dad and that dumbass husband of yours who let a stranger into his home to fuck his cute wife. Now spread them pretty legs wide for me baby."

Her legs hesitantly 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 her swollen clitoris once more, then descend from it and nudge 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 the infidelity occurring in front of them again.

With his fingers spreading her labia and his cock abutting her pussy, she felt initial pressure as he sought admittance, her vagina stretching around the glans of his massive organ in surrender.

"Your sweet little pussy is awfully wet for someone that don't want this, and it feels real good," Reggie exclaimed. "You wanted me inside you again, don't deny it. I bet you been wanting this all along and have just been playin' hard-to-get. I'm gonna go all the way and deep."

"No, I don't want this. You're a horrible person."

He began making tight circles on her clitoris with his thumb to gain her cooperation.

"Don't Reggie. Ooh... please stop," she cried, her pelvis briefly responding to his thumb with a faint undulation hinting at 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 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, moving closer toward his goal, the muscles in her vagina stretching each time to accommodate a little more of him.

"Ow, Reggie, don't... you're too big and you're hurting me."

"Shhh, it gonna be okay, baby. You'll get used soon 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 what we doing. You fully 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, 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... stop-- pull out now."

"Relax, baby. We got all day before Dave come home and I ain't gonna cum again for a long while. You already took care of that for me. We got plenty of time to enjoy this."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh... no. Don't do this," 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 reaching 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 noted how her nipples hardened and pushed into his chest and how her pussy became wetter. She liked having her neck and ears kissed while being fucked, even though she wouldn't admit it to him yet.

Through the closed curtains of her bedroom window, the murkiness of early morning 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, you bastard," 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 it. Show how much you love having me deep inside you, Christy. See how your nigger boyfriend make you cum? I love you, baby," Reggie cooed. "Oh, yeah, you feel real 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 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."

"No, don't--you're cumming all over me."

"It okay, baby. It my love for you overflowing from my body. Don't stop. It feel good. Keep stroking it and show 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 demented task. His hard, gargantuan penis pulsated in her hand like a major artery about to burst, discharging semen all over her.

"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, not this awful criminal who fucked her -- again. She let go of his cock, sat up and looked down in shock and disgust 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. Before she wiped it on her sheets he hugged her and she unconsciously ran her slimy palm up his hard, muscular chest instead.

"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. You're nothing but a thug, a gangster."

He smirked at her. No matter what she said, they both knew how much she came for him. Maybe she believed she didn't like it, but Reggie knew the truth. "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. "I'll never love you or like having sex with you, you bastard! Why did you hurt Tiffany and John? They didn't do anything to you."

He picked his boxers up off the floor and turned to her. "What you mean 'hurt them'? My homies went easy on them. I understand your friend, Tiffany, came a few times right in front of her husband like a typical white slut, crying the whole time for them to stop when she really loved getting big black dick but wouldn't admit it; just like you.

Guess she didn't tell no one that part.

"There something about big black dick that make you white girls come like crazy. You and Tiffany now have something in common. Maybe you can share notes together sometime."

"You disgusting animal!"

"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 what you been doing with me, and you don't want my homeboys visiting any more of your family or friends either."

Tears began running down Christy's cheeks. "I did what you wanted. Now get the fuck out of my room and leave my family and friends alone! I hate your guts!"

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.

************

The exercise helped take her mind off things. 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 where Dave was awake and getting ready for work.

When Christy entered the bedroom, Dave greeted her with his usual smile, completely unaware of what was 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 fucked her yesterday-- and reached for his work boots.

Guilt and shame washed over Christy. She did have problems sleeping last night, but she couldn't tell Dave the real reason why. "I guess I'm still upset about Tiffany and John, and 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 improve, and we can sell then if you want. Besides, this is a nice neighborhood. What happened to Tiffany and John wouldn't happen here."

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 with a complete stranger. 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 ruin our credit for a long time. Reggie's hardly a stranger anymore. He's been living with us for weeks and seems to be easy to get along with. We can make ends meet now with the extra money from him. I think it'd be best to hold on to the house until the market recovers. 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 be 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, Christy was the one paying the price for Dave's gullibility. "I guess so," Christy softly replied with a hint of sadness in her voice, realizing that selling the house wouldn't stop Reggie from seeking retribution anyway. 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 was really interested in hiring Christy because they rescheduled her today for another interview 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 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.

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, his sickening smile revealing gladness at 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 an enticing dish Reggie wanted to devour for breakfast.

This was the perverted monster that had molested and raped her multiple times, that had her friends beaten and raped by his thugs. 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, and 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 gonna stop me? Dave not here to help you, is he?"

"No, he went to work. Let me go!"

"Well then it time for you and me to make nice with each other. I get to play with you while he gone. I thought we had an understanding about this, but you not cooperating. You forget about our little arrangement, baby? You stay home with me when Dave go to work.

"Remember what happened to your friend Tiffany? Good thing I caught you before you left because my homeboys still have that list of your family and friends and are ready to visit more of your people including that pathetic husband of yours. The warehouse Dave work at is in the middle of the hood -- a convenient spot for my niggers to do a stabbing or shooting."

She couldn't keep having sex with Reggie, but she couldn't let him hurt more of her friends or her family either. The reality of her situation became horrifyingly evident. The two previous times he raped her weren't going to be isolated instances. He wanted Christy to be his captive in her own home, to fuck every day until he grew tired of her.

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 around his wrist.

"No, Reggie. You're not doing that to me again. I have a job interview I need to go to. Take your disgusting hands off me. 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'll do whatever I want to you, baby, and you gonna let me do it." "No you won't! 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 instantly moistened for him, embarrassing her.

"That a good little white girl. You know what coming next and you already getting nice and wet for it, Christy. Just like your friend Tiffany, you've had big black dick, and you always gonna want it now. White girls can't help getting addicted to it. You showing how much you really want it from me," he commented, slowly sawing his thick digit in and out of her tight, wet opening and further humiliating her.

"You're a sick freak who belongs in prison, Reggie. Someday you'll pay the price for this and all the crimes you've committed."

"You think so? So far that hasn't happened."

She hated him and would never 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... don't."

"Oh, yes, baby. Right there. Uh-huh, we both know how much you like having your love nub rubbed. It'll put you in a more cooperative mood for me in no time. 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 and it starting to feel good, isn't it?"

Contrary to her claims, her clit revealed the pleasure it felt by enlarging and 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. If you don't let me, someone gonna get hurt real bad, maybe even die next time. Your family and friends need you to protect them. Remember who I am and what happened to Tiffany? If you piss me off something unfortunate will happen to someone else you care about."

"Oh god, no. Stop it... don't."

Her struggling began to subside. "That it. Calm down, and cooperate; let me play with you, baby. It won't be bad. See how good I'm starting to make you 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 will 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 and how you got off on it? This be all your fault anyway because you too beautiful to resist; you keep making me hard. Besides, you and your race been doing things to my people for hundreds of years. You paying back just a little of what you owe now."

"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 spanking her yesterday. He kicked her legs apart; her thong, now around her lower thighs, becoming taut.

Christy heard a loud crack before the sting registered in her brain. He was slapping her butt.

"Don't talk back to me. If I say you my girlfriend, you best agree," Reggie growled while disciplining her. "Now say it to me."

Her ass was already tender from yesterday's spanking. "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 punishment finally ended, her ass glowed red radiating 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 any delay tactics; Reggie was already inside Christy.

"Don't... oh... oh... please no... ah... oh... not again." She collapsed on the table, air evacuating her lungs as his enormous penis slowly advanced all the way into her, until its head almost 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 only the bulbous head of his cock remained, her pink labia tightly stretched around it like the lips of a mouth sucking a large tootsie pop. 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 silky and tight and feel so good. You know I can't stop now. Don't it feel nice having me all the way inside you again?"

"Ah, ah, no. Oh, ooh, ooh... it doesn't feel nice. You're a horrible person. Stop doing this to me. I hate it and I hate you."

"Tell that to your hungry little pussy; it slobbering all over my cock."

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 across it. "Awe, what do we have here? Do you like me touching your asshole? You sensitive here too, baby? I bet Dave never massage your asshole before, but I be discovering all sorts of intimate things about you."

"No, I don't like that either, and I don't know what you're talking about. Dave is a gentleman and isn't a filthy misogynist 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. It's dirty. Oh... please, I have to go to a job interview. I'll fuck you later--I promise."

Reggie continued massaging her sensitive anus with his thumb while fucking her, causing it and the muscles in her vagina to involuntarily contract in response, her pussy forced to imitate affection squeezing his cock. "But you my girlfriend and you don't want to leave me with this painful hardon you caused. 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 nice to him or let him love her. He was disgusting and did perverse things to her, but she couldn't risk his possible reaction if she denied him.

"Ah, oh, oh, ah. Okay, Reggie. I'm letting you love me."

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.

"What are you talking about? In a better position for what? I don't want to do this anymore. 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 do you keep 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 anymore, 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 too deep -- all the way inside me. Stop it. Don't, oh... oh... ah... no."

Regardless of how sick and wrong it was, Christy reluctantly 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 like that. Oh, oh, you son-of-a-bitch... 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 done 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.

"Stop being so stubborn, Christy. You know I gonna make you do it anway." His finger expertly retracted the protective hood on her clitoris and gently played with her exposed glans before she realized what he was doing to her.

"Oh, oh-- what are you doing to me? Don't do that... oh, you're touching me like that. Ah... ah... you can't. No... oh, oh... ooh, ah, don't, Reggie," she murmured. "It's wrong. I love Dave. I won't do this to him. I won't to cum for you, you bastard. Stop trying to make me do it. Oh, oh, ooh, ah."

Her hands reached down and warmly held his wrist as he worked her sensitive nub in a very special way that only he knew she liked. 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.

"That a good little white girl. See how it starting to feel good even though you don't want it to? You can't stop it, baby. I'm a quick learner and I know what you like."

Her hips autonomously undulated. "Ah, oh, ooh, no... it isn't fair... 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 her greatest weakness -- her 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 it. Get into it, baby. See how nice we being to each other and how good it feel? 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 very true to one another.

Reggie abruptly abandoned her clitoris and pulled out of her, leaving Christy confused. After trying desperately to resist him, she was in the middle of an intense orgasm he forced her to have. 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, her legs releasing him and 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." Christy and Reggie looked down simultaneously.

She hesitated a moment. His towering penis looked so big and hard and leaned from his body.

"We was being 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 could 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, 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 autonomously, 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.

"You doing the right thing. You so wet and silky, baby," he exclaimed going all the way into her and completely filling her birth canal once more.

"Oh... ah," she moaned, fulfilling her role as his female partner nature dictated and taking in all his hardness.

His palm landed on her smooth, bald mons and his thumb resumed stroking her clitoris just the right way. She glanced down, dumbly watching 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 sanity multiple times -- one climax following another. Little room remained in her mind for other concerns, like the consequences of continued unprotected sex, her infidelity to Dave, or that the criminal she hated was inside her.

An hour passed, and Reggie still didn't orgasm. He enjoyed making Christy cum instead, as if he was accumulating a balance of guilt in her that would need to be repaid with interest once the sex ended and she faced her husband. Reggie was bankrupting Christy morally to leave her in marital ruin.

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. Although the relationship with him was non-consensual, they were becoming familiar to one another as sexual partners and 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 his sperm mixing with her vaginal fluids. She had already received more of his genetic material.

"You feel too good and I gotta cum in you again, 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 pull out now."

"Just a little longer."

"No, Reggie, stop. You came in me last time. You can't keep doing it." "You my girlfriend, it feel good and I want to stay in you, baby."

"Oh... god, Reggie... oh... ah. I'm not your girlfriend and you don't belong in me. I'm married to Dave. You can't do this to me. Oh... oh... oh. You can't keep cumming in me. You shouldn't be inside me at all. I'm Dave's wife, not yours."

Reggie knew she hated him, but he wanted her to fully accept him. That meant she needed to keep receiving his semen until she stopped objecting to it. She may have been Dave's wife, but Reggie was going to cum in her pussy.

"I'm sorry, baby; 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 so good."

Christy's hips replied to his, greeting his thrusts by grinding into him. "Ah... oh... oh... ah... ah... ooh... ooh."

"That it, baby, cum for me like a good little white girl that can't help herself on big black dick. 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 flooding her with his seed.

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, warm cum raining on her, he began massaging her clitoris with the head of his penis, her pelvis involuntarily undulating in response.

"Oh, what are you doing you sick bastard? Stop it."

"I'm helping you 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 too. It's wrong and I don't like it," she protested, his cock still ejaculating on her as he forced Christy to pleasure herself with it and continue to cum with him. She thought it perverse and disgusting, his huge cock pulsating in her grip, leaving streams of warm semen on her stomach and tits in an amount that seemed humanly impossible.

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 wanted this horrible crime he was committing on her to be over.

"Ah, baby, keep doing that. I love you."

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.

"You have no concept of love," she replied. You think that by controlling a woman's body you can control her feelings. You're just a drug dealer, a street thug, a sexual predator. You're everything I detest. I hope you get what you deserve."

Reggie bent down, picked her dress up off the floor and offered it to her with a smile. "I'm glad you think so highly of me. 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. You made me miss it you bastard," she hissed beneath her breath.

"Oh, that too bad, but since you missed it, we can spend more time getting to know each other, and you can give me head."

She looked up at him with disgust. "You've got to be kidding. I already let you fuck me today - that's enough."

"I say what enough, unless you want someone else hurt. My homies are getting horny, and your other friend, Alisa, look like a promising candidate to join the club with you and Tiffany. Maybe she would also like to discover the joy of fucking huge black cocks while her husband watch."

Christy realized she didn't have a choice as Reggie helped her off the table, guided her on to her knees, and forced her to perform oral sex on him in the middle of her kitchen.

"I think you getting better at this," he remarked, Christy beginning to do things to his huge black penis with her mouth and hands without needing much instruction from him.

***********

Christy feared telling anyone about Reggie, including Dave. Reggie kept threatening to hurt more of her friends and 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 someone 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 day after day was extracting its toll on Christy, but she managed to conceal her anguish to protect her loved ones, 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 situation, who Reggie was or what Reggie was doing to her. Reggie's cum was inside her!

Christy couldn't stop Reggie. When Dave wasn't around Reggie called her his girlfriend and he observed no 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 before Dave came home. Reggie was like an invasive species displacing the intimacy she once shared with her husband.

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 ensure 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. But after the first few times, Christy learned when to acquiesce for Reggie, and he stopped using physical methods of persuasion, allowing her bruises to heal.

While bathing, she carefully cleaned her sore vagina. Christy and Reggie had fucked for hours today with Dave at work, Reggie's cock visiting both her mouth and pussy, flaunting his domination 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 and hardly speak around him. He just asked me if there's something bothering you."

How could Reggie ask Dave that after the 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. 'Make a pass at her'? If only that was all Reggie was doing to her. She hesitated for a second. Dave's question didn't 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 secret. "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 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 head of staying longer? 'He's really a likeable guy once you get to know him'? Dave had no inkling how well Christy already knew Reggie, what type of guy Reggie actually was, and what he had been doing to Christy. Dave was asking her to be nice to her rapist, and Christy had no choice but to agree to Dave's ignorant 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 once liked it when Dave kissed her neck, but no more it seemed.

She couldn't let Dave continue. If things went too far, he might see the faint remnants of bruises still on her body. She had no appetite for physical intimacy with Dave anyway after spending hours with Reggie today. Reggie extracted every orgasm from Christy, leaving 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. Ever since Reggie began fucking her, she had been giving Dave excuses; but Dave seemed not 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 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 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 done those obscene things with the criminal who lived in her house.

Most frightening of all, in the deepest recesses of her mind where she kept secrets buried and seldom dwelled, Reggie's seeds of corruption were germinating. Although far from her conscious thoughts, a small hidden part of Christy began to like the things he was doing to her.

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 allow her to recuperate.

**************

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 Reggie barged into the bathroom and first assaulted her. Christy and Dave never went this long without each other. Christy wanted intimacy with her husband. In a peculiar way she felt like it might repair the damage secretly done to their marriage by Reggie. Dave remained completely unaware of what she was doing to protect her family and friends.

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, 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 drank beer together Friday night, after Christy had gone to bed early. "I'm sorry. I thought I told you about it Friday," he answered.

Dave continued getting dressed, oblivious to 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 above head like a guillotine hanging by a frayed rope, she didn't want to repeat last week and the things he 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 that morning and already waited for his opportunity to be alone with Christy. Dave had kindly mentioned to him last Friday night, while they drank 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 going 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 from her. Reggie visited her bedroom almost every morning 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 our arrangement? You not going nowhere today. You staying with me. You my girlfriend and you best be good to me, baby, 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 and stop threatening my family, Reggie. I've done what you've asked up until now, but this can't continue."

"Oh, it gonna continue until I say otherwise. What the matter, baby? Don't you want more loving from your black boyfriend today? I know you missed having big black dick inside that tight little pussy over the weekend."

She wasn't his 'baby' or his girlfriend. She hated sex with him. But he was a high- ranking drug dealer, a violent gangster responsible for numerous murders, and 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 anymore."

Reggie pulled down his shorts and guided Christy's hand to his colossal cock. "We done this lots of times and you know what I like, baby. It not that bad. I'm gonna treat you nice and love you some more today. It gonna feel real good for us. 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. She didn't want Reggie's affection or to keep doing this with him, but she didn't want anything bad to happen again to one of her friends, Dave or other members of her family. Why couldn't Reggie just go away and leave her alone?

"That a good girl. You learning how to do that nicely. You like how big my cock is? Oh, yeah, that feel really good, baby. I like them panties and bra you got on. You look sexy in them. You wear them for me, baby?"

"I'm not your whore, Reggie. I wore them for Dave, not you," she cried.

"Ah, that too bad. It look to me like Dave went off to work and left you all dolled up for me to enjoy again. Funny how you and me keep ending up together. You not my whore, but maybe Dave want you to be my bitch and that why he let me move here. He probably one of those cucks who want a big black stud to satisfy his wife, otherwise he wouldn't leave you alone with me like this all the time. He don't appreciate you like I do, baby. I'd never leave you unprotected with a strange black man like he does. You know I love you."

"Don't say that about Dave. He loves me and has no idea about us. It would break his heart if he knew. You don't know what love is, Reggie. You think fucking and cumming is love. Love is much more than physical gratification."

Reggie's arm reached around her shoulders and drew her against him. "Oh yeah? Stop complaining. You saying that now, but I know what you really like and what get you off. You know you gonna be singing a different tune for me soon no matter how hard you resist it, so why keep fighting it, Christy?"

"You're a disgusting pig, and I hate you, Reggie. Why do you keep forcing me to do this?" Christy replied, holding his huge black penis in her hand. She stood facing him 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.

As she played with his large cock it began having an almost hypnotic effect on her. Although familiar with it, she found herself studying his monstrous phallus while stroking it. It was heavy and firm, felt smooth and warm and reached all the way up Reggie's flat, washboard stomach. It was so much thicker, longer, and harder than Dave's penis. Pre-

cum began oozing from the slit at its tip, which she used as lubricant, twirling her thumb over Reggie's sensitive glans.

"Oh, that feel real nice, baby. I like how you touching it. You see how hard I becoming and how much I love you?"

She nodded her head, a few twitches confirming the pleasure his penis was receiving as it pulsated in her hand. Reggie kept repeating that he loved her while forcing her to betray her husband and do sexually intimate things with him. Sadly, not Dave but Reggie continuously made love to her, and Reggie made her orgasm for him.

Reggie noticed further improvement in Christy's technique -- the tempo of her gentle tugs increasing, her caresses imitating true affection. She was learning what he liked and practicing it with increasing skill. She fondled his penis tenderly and seductively -- exactly the way he had taught her.

"Oh, yeah, that it. You starting to really like big black cock. I can tell you not pretending."

But she was pretending. She 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."

Reggie wasn't actually 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 would view her behavior as consensual. She stroked his shaft, traced her thumb around his glans, delicately rolled his heavy balls in her fingers.

Frequently coerced by Reggie to do these things, Christy couldn't help gradually becoming more comfortable with him once her defenses lowered and they were physically intimate. Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, when the sex ended she reverted to her old self, an unwilling partner disliking him, yet each encounter wresting slightly more acceptance from her in small, almost imperceptible, increments.

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 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 ready to fuck again, baby? I understand Dave working late, and you and me gonna 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, you always start liking it."

How could he think she ever enjoyed having sex with him? Yes, he 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 treated her. But she lost enthusiasm playing with his penis, realizing the inevitability of what was coming next. She felt horrible about doing this to Dave.

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 was guiding her. Christy awkwardly moved until she stumbled backward. She lost her footing and with his additional shove fell into the mattress.

Where all arrogant 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. I'm married to Dave and this is wrong. I can't keep doing this to him."

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. "You want it rough again, and you want Dave to get

sliced up instead? This be your last chance before I really start pinching and then text my homeboys to take care of Dave."

"Ow," she cried, her breasts beginning to ache. Recalling what happened to Tiffany and John and the marks Reggie left on her body the last time she fought him, Christy reconsidered her resistance. "No, please don't hurt Dave or me, Reggie. I don't want it rough, and I don't want you to harm anyone else. I'll do what you want." She inched her legs apart to protect her husband. The pain in her breasts immediately stopped.

Returning to her knees, Reggie yanked her close to the edge of the bed and shoved her legs wide open. "It best if you don't fight it, Christy. We already done plenty of nasty things that you don't want your husband or anyone else to ever know about, like how you suck my big black cock and swallow all my jism, and how much I make you cum when we fuck. You my girlfriend, even though you don't want to be. You need to accept it."

His face wore a disgusting smile as he said these awful things to her. She would never be his girlfriend.

With her legs vulnerably apart, Reggie pulled her bikini briefs to the side -- their delicate fabric strained in his fist like a stretched rubber band -- and delved his tongue right into her soft pink flesh.

Unable to control her body's embarrassing reaction, her sweet juices began copiously flowing from her pussy into his mouth -- exactly the humiliating response he sought from her that she tried preventing.

He parted her labia, keeping her completely open, and his tongue wandered over her clit. He carefully stroked her prepuce with his thumb, exposing her super-sensitive bud, exploring all her other folds that were extensions of her clitoris, his tongue licking them, his fingers gently fondling them. Reggie had learned how susceptible Christy was and how cooperative she became when he touched her the right ways long enough.

She sobbed. "Why won't you just leave us alone? You've been making me have sex with you every day when Dave's not here. I don't want to keep doing this with you. I've done it with you enough. Please, it's wrong. I'm not a whore. I'm married and I don't want this."

But he kept her fully open, and wrong or not, her clit truthfully revealed something different to Reggie, growing noticeably fuller and harder from the unwanted attention he gave it. He would make her like it soon enough, he thought.

She felt him doing unmentionable things to her down there -- things she didn't want to see. No one ever touched her this way or scrutinized her private anatomy in such humiliating detail. She would never permit anyone to do this to her -- not even Dave. But Reggie wasn't just anyone. He was a dangerous and powerful criminal, and he did

what he wanted to her, always touching her private parts in such intimate and embarrassing ways.

"Oh, don't do this to me again, Reggie --p-p-please."

"You beautiful, baby," he kept reassuring her as he held her pussy stretched completely open and manipulated her most private and sensitive places. "You my girlfriend and I love you."

His words gave no solace. She didn't want his love, and her beauty wasn't his to enjoy, yet he helped himself to it anyway. He had taken her normal life and self-confidence, turning Christy into his victim, a damaged person. He mortally wounded her once healthy marriage by destroying its monogamy. He kept re-inflicting these wounds, keeping them raw and infected, making them fester. Filled with shame, Christy's thoughts screamed: "Oh, god, no. I'm so sorry, Dave. He's stretching my pussy open, looking at me, touching me, making me become aroused for him again! I don't want to do this, Dave, but I don't have a choice. I love you, Dave"

Christy loved Dave, but there was nothing she could do to stop Reggie.

He continued going down on her, licking and sucking on her clitoris. He performed oral sex on her like a starving man devouring a tasty morsel, her pussy the only delicious treat in weeks he binged upon. She squirmed beneath him, unable to move herself away from his unwanted attentions.

His mouth stayed on her vagina like a leech, and she couldn't avoid receiving oral sex from him.

"Please, stop it."

"Why you crying when it feel good, baby?" "No, I don't like it -- please."

"Your wet pussy be telling a different story -- so stop lying."

His tongue resumed exploring her vagina after his humiliating comment.

Christy stared at the ceiling, moans slowly infiltrating her pleas for him to stop. "No, I hate this and I hate you. Ooh... you bastard... ah, ooh... ooh, no -- leave me alone. I need to look for work today. Ooh, ooh stop. No, please, not there again. Ah, aah, oh."

He kept licking and touching her clitoris, just the right way, sucking on it, and it began feeling good -- really good -- adding to her humiliation and frustration.

He wasn't her lover, but he knew her like one. Every woman was unique, and during their times together Reggie identified Christy's weaknesses -- the techniques that evoked physical responses he sought from her. He had learned what gave her body

pleasure. He kept focusing on those susceptibilities and specific places where bundles of nerves resided, sending delicious tidal waves to her brain. He held her completely open, and Christy didn't realize how candidly her body revealed what aroused it.

Reggie observed her responses when he did things she liked -- the subtle undulations her pelvis made, the way her pussy moistened like the mouth salivates for something appetizing, the size and firmness of her clit, the color of her labia, the change of pitch in her voice, the faint moans that infiltrated her cries, the way her hands grasped him while attempting to push him away with less determination, and how her nipples hardened.

But her engorged clitoris summoned up all of it, becoming more receptive to his petting the more he indulged it. He gave Christy intense sensations he knew she didn't want from him.

She arched her back. "Ooh, no, not there anymore. Ooh, you bastard -- stop playing with my clitoris. Ah, oh, ooh, stop touching me there like that. No, don't suck on it again. Oh my god, don't. Ooh, I'm married, and you can't keep doing this to me. I'm going to tell the police, and have you sent to jail. Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh my god -- no."

Her body displayed its arousal like the easily read instrument panel in a fine sports car, and Reggie almost laughed at Christy's empty threat. Besides his promise to kill her family and friends, she was too ashamed to ever concede to anyone that she had been fucked numerous times by a gang banger, a nigger from the hood who forced her to cum for him. Her many orgasms filled her with guilt and made telling anyone more difficult. No, Christy would have reported him that very first time he had taken her if she was ever going to do it.

Although Reggie felt confident that Christy would never make good on her empty threat and go to the police, he decided to remind her who he was and keep her a little more submissive.

He briefly rose from between her legs, his hands grasping her thighs tightly and holding them spread apart, the silky secretions he was drinking from her young white pussy glistening -- practically dripping from his chin and lips like sweet juices from luscious fruit.

Christy thought she saw sparks of anger in his deep, dark eyes as she looked up at him from the bed.

"You threaten me bitch?" She defiantly stared at him.

He slapped her face, her head whipping sideways and an imprint of his hand remaining on her cheek. The blow was unexpected and blinding, like a strike of lightning. "Answer me, bitch."

"Ow!" She rubbed her cheek where his strike had landed, bright sparks from his smack slowly clearing from her vision like afterimages from the flash of a camera. She had

become too bold with him and had forgotten how violent he could be when she didn't cooperate. "No Reggie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I promise I'll never tell anyone about you."

"Convince me then. You getting a little too resistant. I don't want to hear how much you hate me. Start saying you my girlfriend and that you love me."

"I'm your girlfriend and I love you," Christy sobbed. She hated saying that to him almost as much as having sex with him.

"That right. Now keep repeating it. Remember that I own the police. I'll know if you tell anyone about me, and so will my homeboys. Real bad things will happen to all your friends and family if anything ever happens to me. Just think about what happened to Tiffany if you feel like saying something hateful to me again."

Her beautiful blue eyes remained locked to his.

"Now keep your legs open wide for me, or it gonna be rough sex again."

She brought her thumb to her lips and slowly nodded her reply, her eyes teary.

"You not gonna give any more sass. You mine. You my girlfriend and you gonna learn to like this and love me. Say it to me again."

"I love you and I'm your girlfriend," Christy cried.

"And you like what I'm doing to you because it feel good, don't it? Christy silently nodded.

Now keep saying it, baby. Don't make me remind you."

She obediently lay there while he grabbed her knees with his strong hands, spread her legs wide open, and resumed orally assaulting her. His efforts returned to her clit, keeping her at that threshold between torture and ungodly pleasure.

She renewed her whimpers and moans, fought her hips from rising. She hated him and the way her body yearned to respond to him. "Ooh, I'm your girlfriend... No, Reggie, please not there again. Oh, oh, no, not that. It feels too... Oh god. I love you. No, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, I'm your girlfriend, please stop it. Ooh, ooh, I love you. Oh god I mustn't..."

The oral sex lasted until Reggie fully ripened her for intercourse, her clit swollen hard from his unwanted touching. She rose on her elbows and looked down as he finally yanked her panties off.

"What are you doing?" she stupidly asked between her sniffles, as if she didn't already know from prior experience.

Reggie again guided her legs apart until they could open no further. He positioned his cock at her soaked entrance.

Christy's hands grasped at his hips in desperation and tried holding him off. "No more sex, Reggie. I'm not taking birth control. I'm married to Dave and I don't want this. I don't want you to make me pregnant."

Christy didn't take birth control pills because of the side-effects and relied on Dave using condoms to avoid an untimely pregnancy. She wasn't sure exactly when her fertile period would begin.

The head of Reggie's penis slowly entered Christy's unprotected vagina anyway, despite her protests, her hands uselessly attempting to hold his hips at a distance, pushing against them, but unable to thwart his progress. Christy's eyes met his as she felt him burrowing deeper. "Please, at least use one of Dave's condoms for me this time. They're in the dresser drawer."

Reggie steadily penetrated further. "Oh, no, baby. We haven't used rubbers before and we not starting now. I'm spoiled on doing this with you bareback. It much better this way; natural and more enjoyable. We becoming special to each other and need to feel each other, not some latex barrier separating us, like Dave do with you. He don't need to feel close to you like I do. Don't worry none. I'll pull out this time, so you won't get pregnant."

Christy recalled her inability to control herself the last few times they had sex: the powerful orgasms too difficult to resist; his delayed withdrawals overfilling her pussy with semen and his big black cock still spurting after pulling out, leaving messy trails of slippery spunk all over her stomach like sugary glaze drizzled on a pastry.

She didn't want to experience him like that again. She grew a little more attached to Reggie and distant from Dave each time Reggie entered her and this illicit relationship continued. She wanted as little contact with Reggie as possible, yet the opposite kept occurring and she was forced to surrender the most personal sensations to him. She saw herself slowly becoming his, despite her efforts to resist him.

Against her will she had been forced to become more familiar with Reggie as a sexual partner than her own husband, filling her with guilt and disgrace. Christy made one last plea, "Reggie, please. I'll do anything else you want. I'll jerk you off; I'll suck your cock

-- just not intercourse again. I can't keep doing this with you. Take it out now before we go too far and can't stop. I don't want a baby."

Christy thought the threat of pregnancy would stop Reggie, but in reality, it made him more excited and desirous for her. What better way was there for her and her family to pay for their privileged, white lives than for him to put a black baby in her belly? He pushed more of his thick, lengthy cock into her and watched her grimace from the invasion. "It too late for that, baby. I be already inside you and can't stop myself now. Your pussy feel too good."

Reggie's voice sounded distant to Christy. She heard his words but was no longer listening to them, her attention focused elsewhere. She responded in unison to Reggie's thrusts. He went deeper and deeper instead of pulling out. "Ow, ah, okay, ah, ah, oh." With Dave home during the weekend, it had been two days since having Reggie inside her. Her anatomy needed to re-adjust once more to Reggie's exceptional size, to his thick long penis advancing and separating the walls deep inside her birth canal.

He incrementally pushed more of himself into her, causing Christy to cry out. "Ow, please. Not too much. Ow, wait, go slower, Reggie. Oh, no more. I'm not ready yet. Oh... you're going too far... hurting. Easy. Oh, oh, you're going so deep inside me. Oh, oh, ah, okay..."

With the entirety of Reggie's long, thick Negro phallus inside Christy's snug, Caucasian vagina, her whimpers continued for a few minutes synchronized with his thrusts. The depth he reached far exceeded what Dave could ever hope to achieve.

Typical of most females, Christy's vagina was amazingly adaptable. Her discomfort diminished, and her pussy soon stretched and conformed to Reggie's superior size again. Christy welcomed the relief as her pain subsided, not fully grasping how her anatomy was changing for her new sexual partner.

"Wrap your legs around my ass now and start hugging me, baby. Keep telling me you love me, how good my cock feel inside you, and how you my girlfriend. Start acting as if you like this, because we both know you really do."

How could he ask her to do that? He sickened her, and she tried ignoring him.

Christy needed a little more encouragement today. Over the weekend she must have forgotten who he was. Reggie lifted himself off her, his weight supported by only one arm and his incredible strength displayed in its bulging muscles.

For a fleeting second Christy thought Reggie was finished and this awful act was ending. But instead of pulling out, his huge penis stayed stubbornly embedded in her pussy, like an irritating splinter stuck under the skin.

He unexpectedly slapped her face, on her other cheek this time, to get her attention and let her know he meant business. The impact sent her head in the opposite direction from his earlier strike.

"Did you hear me? Hug me and wrap your legs around my ass. Keep saying what I told you to say. I'm not gonna tell you again. Start fucking me back and act like you enjoying this!"

"Oh, god, no -- I can't," Christy balled as his solid torso returned to rest on top of her. But she capitulated, hesitantly reaching her arms around his back and wrapping her legs around his ass.

"I'm your girlfriend and I love you, Reggie," she sobbed. "You feel so good inside me."

"That better baby, now keep saying it, but like you mean it, and hug me tighter, like you can't get enough big black dick."

Was it possible to hate him more than she already did? In anger, her arms and legs tightened their grip to him. She was keenly aware of his gigantic penis completely filling her with his presence.

"Yeah, that it, baby, like that. That good. Now say the words as you feel me inside you."

His huge penis moved in and out of her pussy with renewed fervor and it was becoming overwhelming, like a blast of music that drowns out all other sound.

Christy's eyes were like open dams, a flood of tears rushing from them. Instead of her husband, Reggie was inside her. Her legs remained locked around his muscular buttocks as she hugged him tightly. "I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Uh, your cock feels good. You're so deep inside me. Oh, oh, I like it when you fuck me.

"Please stop making me say these awful things and stop making me do this, Reggie. I can't lie anymore. I hate this. No... ooh... ah... oh... no..."

Reggie felt her pussy begin contracting around his cock and he grinned. Although she still resisted repeating what he had told her to say, more importantly her body was doing exactly what he demanded, her hands unconsciously latching onto the big, hard muscles in his back.

Christy gritted her teeth in angry frustration. Why did her body react this way to such a heinous act?

But her vaginal spasms defied her anger, becoming stronger and more frequent.

"You starting to enjoy my big black dick for real again, like every time we fuck, baby. You can't help it. I feel it in your pussy; it clenches my cock when you cum."

Christy wished what Reggie said wasn't true. But he was inside her and he could feel her having orgasms. There was no way of concealing what her body experienced as physically close to him as two people could possibly be to one another. Why couldn't she stop herself from doing this for him? The humiliation was unbearable. "Oh, son-of-a bitch. No, I don't want this. You're a sick, disgusting, basta              "

But before Christy could finish saying 'bastard', she drifted off in mid-sentence, her eyes becoming dreamy. "Oh, ooh              don't Reggie."

Reggie accelerated his thrusts and altered his motions while Christy was speaking. He knew exactly how to deliver himself to her. The change caught her completely off guard, his long, thick cock making firmer contact with her g-spot and creating more friction against it.

She was keenly aware of the lengthy travels his penis was making, sliding in and out through her tightly stretched vaginal lips, titillating the millions of nerves lining the walls of her entire birth canal. Neurons bombarded Christy's brain with signals of pleasure and a series of explosive orgasms snuck up on her, silencing her objections and concentrating all her attention on her pussy. The deep penetration that caused pressure and discomfort earlier now felt exceedingly good and her entire universe took on that single focus.

"Oh, oh, ooh, uh-huh," she moaned unable to complete her thoughts.

She never orgasmed this strongly before and unintentionally hugged him more tightly. She couldn't stop herself from embracing him when he made her cum like this.

"Oh Reggie, you're making me cum. You're so deep inside me. Oh, oh, don't... ah."

Moans of female arousal replaced Christy's cries of grief and her earlier sobbing had completely stopped. Their bodies remained entwined, Reggie in her continued embrace. He felt her soft firm tits against his burly chest, her erect nipples hardening further, her pussy contracting around his cock in strong orgasmic spasms she couldn't control. "I gonna take good care of you. Keep holding me tight and keep saying what I told you to say," he whispered while kissing her neck and ear.

Christy didn't want to reply to Reggie's encouragement, but her pussy controlling her actions made her do so anyway. "Oh, oh, okay, I love you, Reggie... Ah. Dave wants me to be nicer to you. I'll be your girlfriend. Your cock feels so good."

The powerful orgasms passed, and Christy returned from her sexual musings remembering that she loathed him, hated allowing him to fuck her. How could he believe she really loved him or liked any of this? Why would he make her say such terrible lies to him? How could he say that he loved her -- that he would take care of her? She wanted to shove him away and kick him in his gigantic testicles, even if her body was conveying a much different message.

Was Christy becoming distracted? Her hips lost their enthusiasm and subtle shoves seeking separation interrupted her previous embraces. Reggie wasn't ready to end their union yet. "Open your pretty lips and let me give you some tongue, baby. I got a lot more love to give you and we ain't near being done yet."

"We're not making love. We're fucking, Reggie. Nothing more." She closed her eyes, wishing she could ignore him and that this would all stop.

"Did you hear me? You gonna learn to like it and love me. Now hug me tighter and open your goddamn mouth for me before I beat the fucking shit out of you! Or would you prefer something bad happen to your family -- your parents or Dave? Perhaps it time for me to send my homeys a text."

She heard him and didn't want him to hit her again -- or worse, hurt her family. Her lips separated, and their tongues met in her mouth. "Mmm, oh, mmm -- no, Reggie...

mmm... I don't want to do this... I don't really like it; stop making me say I do... mmm... oh, mmm... mmm. Okay... for a little while... I'll be nicer... just don't hurt my family or Dave... I love you. Mmm, I'm your girlfriend... your big cock feels good. Ah."

She would never enjoy this with him, even if he made her act like it, she thought. But contrary to her intentions, spells where she forgot he was raping her became more frequent and lasted longer. She was unaware of her own reflexes and how her pelvis, with a mind of its own, resumed making coital motions with him. Instinct was an overwhelming force, making her participate in the sex act.

The longer they fucked and the longer he made her hug and kiss him, the more natural all of it felt, like a role an actor plays many times over. I love you and I'm your girlfriend echoed in her mind like a mantra, their hips moving together once more with the rhythm of passionate dancing partners. Their lips remained locked and their tongues, like their sex organs, eagerly greeted. Reggie regained Christy's complete attention and her universe once more collapsed around the magic their joined genitals were making with each other.

Christy never dreamed of having a relationship outside of her marriage before, but her sexual relationship with Reggie began feeling normal and acceptable to her when they fucked, as if she belonged with him as much as Dave.

Perhaps she didn't hate Reggie. Maybe she liked him a little. Dave wanted her to be nice to him. Although she remained in denial about it, she became accustomed to Reggie and his big cock. He felt really good inside her -- better than Dave. There was more of Reggie. His thicker and deeper penetration created a physical unity with him she never felt with Dave. Somehow, having sex with Reggie was becoming enjoyable and Christy was beginning to accept her role as his secret girlfriend.

She tried to banish her horrific thoughts, remembering it wasn't love they were making. She was married to Dave and Reggie was committing one of his heinous crimes on her. He was forcing her to do this, and it was sick, wicked and wrong. How could it possibly feel good?

"I love you and I'm your girlfriend. Your cock is so deep inside me. Oh, you feel so good." She couldn't stop hearing herself repeat those awful phrases he made her keep saying to him. He was a despicable drug dealer, murderer, gangster, and rapist who threatened her husband, family and those she loved. She would always hate him.

But intercourse with Reggie continued, his deep penetration along with all the kissing, the embracing. While they fucked and their bodies remained joined, emotions from a deeper, more primitive part of Christy's brain, urged her to espouse their illicit act and bond with him -- to accept and trust him. They kept resurfacing, like bubbles from the bottom of a pot of water once it reaches a rolling boil.

Her sentiments began reflecting the actions of their bodies. Although Reggie coerced her into having sex, they engaged in it frequently enough to begin influencing her

feelings for him in irrational ways when participating in carnal behavior with him. "Oh, you feel so good deep inside me, Reggie. I love you and I'm your girlfriend..."

They finished another round of French-kissing and she saw the clock on her nightstand. Dave had worked overtime, yet where did the hours go? She was hugging Reggie tightly; they were fucking zealously.

Christy became more complaisant the longer their immoral acts continued. Her prolonged victimization caused Christy to question if Reggie actually seduced her. What he did felt good and made her orgasm, and this filled her with guilt and made her believe she was partially responsible for what was happening. "Ooh, oh, uh-huh, ooh, Reggie, we've got to stop now. Ah, oh... ooh, please. Look at the time. Dave will be home soon. Please, ooh... he'll find out about this. I can't let him see what we've been doing."

"Show me some more love, baby. Say what I want to hear and start squeezing my cock with your pussy again. I'm close, but you gotta cum with me this one last time. Don't try faking it because I'll know."

How did things come to this -- to where she was trying to cum for him? She didn't want to do it but couldn't risk delay and Dave coming home and seeing them together. Christy let go of the little resistance she mustered. A telling squeal escaped from the back of her throat, her fingers digging into Reggie's muscular back, her vagina clenching his penis.

"Oh, ooh, I'm your girlfriend. Uh-huh, ah, oh, I love you. Oh, I'm cumming, Reggie. Oh, god, you're so deep inside me and feel so good. Please cum with me this time, Reggie."

He felt her pussy tightly squeezing his cock in another series of orgasmic fits. There was no way she was faking this one. "That what I be talking about. Good girl. I love you and I love when you do that for me. Your body expressing how much you love being with me. That the way." He drove into her harder, deeper, and she felt the familiar, powerful tension in his huge muscles, his heart thumping in his chest.

Was this the third one for him? She couldn't remember how many times he came today, but they were orgasming together now. Reggie had promised to pull out.

"Ooh, don't, oh, you're cumming in me again, Reggie. No... you promised to take it out before you came this time," she uselessly murmured.

Once more he experienced incredible pleasure and relief as his huge, hard penis fed what his enormous balls produced in excess to her soft, wet vagina. "Ah, yeah, baby, you feel so good. I can't pull out. I'm cumming in your pussy. Oh, I love you so much."

She knew what he wanted her to say to him, and while it hurt to keep betraying Dave, she said the words Reggie wanted to hear. "Oh, I'm cumming too Reggie. I love you and I'm your girlfriend."

He kept pumping more of his cum deep in her pussy.

Her arms loosened their embrace around his strong shoulders and her legs released his firm ass. She labored her words while catching her breath. "Ooh, oh, that's enough. Pull out now."

She was still having her own orgasm when Reggie lifted off her, withdrawing his long, thick cock from her sperm-filled cunt, their bodies at last untwining. He wasn't completely done either; she felt the familiar warm spurts from his penis landing on her stomach after he withdrew.

She knew what he wanted her to do. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and gently stroked it to help him finish. He ejaculated more than Dave -- probably more than most men. His huge testicles produced excessive sperm and Christy thought this was likely why he was so aggressive, demanding sex constantly. He couldn't help himself. "Oh.. you cum so much," she absently remarked.

"I know baby. I love you and missed you over the weekend."

"Oh, Reggie... this is like the fourth time today you've cum like this and you still have so much of it," she added staring down at his cock, mesmerized by the way it squirted warm semen all over her belly, like a gun in her hand with endless rounds of ammunition.

His penis was becoming softer and had finally stopped spewing his potent seed. "Are you done?" she asked. She let go of his cock and his hands began massaging the slippery spunk he had ejaculated on her stomach into her skin as he spoke. "Yeah, we done. Did that feel good for you, baby?"

It wasn't supposed to feel good, she guiltily thought. He kept forcing her to do this with him and it was wrong. Christy momentarily turned her face away from him, her cheek sinking into her pillow, without answering as he rubbed his semen across her flat abdomen with his strong hands.

He rose from the bed and stood nude looking at the family pictures on her dresser, among them her wedding photo with Dave. Reggie was proud of himself for spoiling a white man's beautiful wife. Poaching a faithfully married, white pussy was like hunting quarry and Reggie enjoyed it. His trophy was lying in bed, her womb filled with his semen and her body covered with it. Christy would soon be entirely his.

Reggie's smirk at her wedding photo went unnoticed by Christy. She remained in the bed. Her eyes briefly wandered to his huge, flaccid penis coated with the slick, wet sheen she had put on it.

The intense orgasms had left her feeling relaxed and exhausted even though Reggie performed most of the work. But the sex ended, the euphoria was fading, and rationality began returning to Christy along with her disdain for him. His seed was oozing from her pussy; the excess he had rubbed all over her stomach was drying on her skin, turning

into crusty residue. She detested what he kept doing to her, but not as much as before it seemed.

She had lost count of how many times she came and resented what he made her say and do to him, the way he forced her body to respond in ways she didn't want. Did her orgasms actually mean she enjoyed sex with this vicious criminal and loved him like he kept making her say to him?

She hated Reggie and she couldn't allow her mind to play tricks on her. There wasn't time to entertain these ridiculous thoughts. Dave would be home shortly, and she would never enjoy having sex with Reggie or love him. She got out of the bed and hurriedly changed the sheets, a large disturbing wet spot and some of Reggie's kinky pubic hairs left on one of them. After making the bed, Christy took a shower to eliminate the last remaining evidence of what occurred.

The after-sex shower where she used a washcloth to remove Reggie's cum from her vagina became a ritual. She didn't want him staying in her body, but his thick, long penis reached so far inside her that some of him remained anyway, semen blasting from it like water from a firehouse when he orgasmed.

Her pussy was a little sore this time having re-tightened somewhat during the weekend break from Reggie. His penis was much bigger and harder than Dave's.

It seemed like ages since she made love with Dave because of Reggie, causing a pang in Christy's heart. She reminded herself that she was only fucking Reggie to protect Dave, her family and friends.

She exited the shower and wiped away some of the steam on the mirror. Thankfully, the marks Reggie left on her cheeks slapping her weren't too noticeable. She quickly put on makeup and blush to further conceal them.

Christy began supper before Dave's arrival. As she stood at the kitchen counter cutting an onion, Reggie came up behind her.

"This has to stop, Reggie. How much longer are you staying with us?" Christy asked, sensing his presence without turning around or looking at him.

Focused the entire time on her perfectly shaped buttocks he replied, "Another year, maybe two, I think. Dave said he want to re-new my lease, though we ain't signed nothing formal yet."

"Dave said what? I'll talk to him because you're not staying here that long. You need to find another place to live."

Reggie began rubbing her firm ass in the black lyrca pants she wore, his other hand reaching around her front and cupping her breast through her t-shirt and his hot breath filling her ear as he spoke, "I'm staying as long as I want, baby, so I can be with you, and you gonna keep putting out for me just like you been doing. Anyone ever tell you,

you have a gorgeous ass? I think I'll try it soon. I know how sensitive your asshole is. Dave ever fuck you there?"

"Get your damn hands off me, Reggie. We fucked four times today, and we're done. I've had enough and Dave will be home soon. Don't touch me anymore."

Ignoring her, he continued running his hand up and down her firm ass and playing with her tit as she tried to prepare dinner. "How long we been fucking? Over a month you think? Three to four times a day, five days a week with a short break for your monthly visitor, we probably fucked more than 100 times already. Why you still fighting it, Christy?"

"I don't like you, Reggie. In fact, I hate you. Have you forgotten you're making me fuck you? It's not something I enjoy or want to do with you."

"After all the intimate things we done. I been inside you and know how I make you feel--your pussy always wetting and quivering on my cock. You could fool me. Stop lying about it, Christy. You cum like a whore when we together. I take care of your female needs. I introduced you to something we both know Dave ain't got and you want it now."

"Dave's more of a man than you'll ever be."

"With that small prick of his? He couldn't satisfy a mouse."

"Shut up, Reggie. You're a disgusting pig, and you're demented. You force me to do all those things with you and I don't like any of them. You need to get a grip on reality. I'm not really your girlfriend; it's all a sick fantasy in your small criminal brain that you're making me play out with you."

"When I'm inside you I feel you enjoying the game we playing a little more each time we play it, baby. You hooked on big black cock and just won't admit it."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore and stop touching me. You had your time with me all day. Dave's coming home, which means I'm free from you. That's our so-called agreement you keep mentioning that I don't recall ever making with you."

"Why don't you come to my room tonight when Dave go to sleep? You know you want more of me."

"What is wrong with you? Don't you ever get enough? I hate you and your big black cock, and I wouldn't voluntarily come to bed with you if you were the last man on Earth."

"We gonna see about that, Christy. You gonna take back them words." His hand descended between her legs and started rubbing her pussy.

"Fuck you, Reggie. I'll never take them back or be your girlfriend. Leave me alone and stop touching me. I gave you what you wanted today, and I've got to prepare dinner."

"Dave ain't home yet, and I'm gonna keep rubbing your pussy until he get here. Maybe it'll help change your mind about latter. You not stopping me either unless you want me sending a text to my homies."

"No, stop touching me like that. Oh, what are you doing? Dave's going to be here soon, and I need to cook. Ah... oh... don't..."

Dave returned home later than expected and fatigued after working hours in a hot warehouse. He barely responded to Christy's hugs and kisses as she greeted him in the kitchen. Reggie stood beside Christy apparently helping her prepare dinner.

Dave was glad to see them getting along better. Christy must have listened to him last night and was apparently being nicer to Reggie.

"Hi, Honey -- I'm dead tired. What's for dinner?" Dave asked, noticing the extra rosiness in her cheeks and her eyes that looked a little red and puffy. Something wasn't right, he thought. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying," he remarked.

Christy and Reggie glanced at each other for a moment, her mouth opening, but words failing her. "Um... of course I'm okay, honey. What gives you the idea I've been crying?"

Panic set in. She didn't know what else to say. Despite her protests, Reggie had been molesting her -- and relentlessly stroking her clitoris through the tight lyrca pants she wore -- up until the instant Dave arrived, her thoughts still clouded from the unwelcome arousal. If the wrong words escaped her lips, things could quickly turn disastrous. She looked down at the dish she had been preparing and tried gathering her thoughts. The ingredients in the pot provided Christy with a brilliant excuse.

She forced a grin and gave a girlish giggle. "I was just cutting some onions and Reggie had to finish them for me. And my allergies have been awful. I just took an antihistamine."

Her bright smile allayed Dave's concern.

Reggie recalled why Christy was crying earlier. She was an incredible fuck, and he didn't want anything jeopardizing that, especially her dumbass husband. He quickly reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Michelob to distract Dave. "Hey, bro, you look like you can use a few cold beers tonight."

Reggie's face beamed as he handed Dave the beer. Dave had no inkling that when he went to work this black stud was screwing his gorgeous wife each day. It baffled Reggie how Dave could be so ignorant. But taking advantage of Dave's naivety was working out well for Reggie. The smile on Reggie's face grew bigger as he took another beer for himself and pretending to be Dave's friend, went into the living room with him.

Christy remained in the kitchen preparing supper while Dave and Reggie sat in the living room watching another football game on TV. Christy heard them howl over a play. She disliked them bonding.

Reggie was like cancer in her marriage, separating her from Dave physically and isolating her from him emotionally. Why couldn't Dave see it? Reggie's charade sickened her -- pretending to be Dave's buddy while taking her behind his back.

Christy needed carrots. When she opened the refrigerator, she stared contemptuously at a full case of beer Reggie left in it for Dave. Dave rarely drank before Reggie moved in with them. But with Reggie's encouragement, Dave now became intoxicated almost every evening.

She finished cooking and went to the living room to fetch Reggie and Dave for dinner.

She had never been cognizant of penis size before, but her eyes lingered on the outline of Reggie's huge dick that hung down the left leg of his grey sweatpants as he sat next to Dave on the sofa. Reggie made her suck it, swallow his ambrosia, and she knew how he tasted. He had made her play with it and hold it, and she knew how warm, thick, massive, and hard he felt in her hands. He fucked her with it, and she knew how he felt deep inside her, stretching her open, rubbing against her sensitive folds, completely filling her.

Compared to Reggie, Dave's penis barely hinted at a presence in his trousers.

Unlike Dave, Reggie was big, strong, and muscular and his cock was huge. Reggie wanted her every opportunity they were alone together; it seemed like he could never get enough of her. I love you and I'm your girlfriend, echoed in Christy's mind along with what they did together -- the way he touched her, the deep penetration, the combination of pressure, discomfort and pleasure, the powerful multiple orgasms Reggie's large penis combined with his tender caresses always caused. Dave never made her cum.

What had Reggie done to her? She was getting wet! What was wrong with her and how had she become seduced by this evil gangster? She grew angry with herself for staring at Reggie's bulge and having perverse thoughts. He molested and raped her. He was a monster and she hated him.

The clang of utensils against plates filled the dining room as the three sat for dinner around a beautiful oak table purchased by Dave and Christy during better times. "So, did you have any luck looking for work today?" Dave asked.

Dave's question made Christy remember how she spent her days since Reggie moved in with them and filled her with more guilt. "A couple of prospects maybe," she nervously replied without explanation. What would she tell him if he questioned her further?

"Well, I've got some great news, baby," Dave announced. "I'm getting a $300 bonus, plus earning more overtime. I'm going to the Amarillo warehouse for two weeks. They're short on help there."

Reggie called her 'baby' when they were alone together. She felt uneasy hearing Dave say it to her now. Christy's world was collapsing around her and she was helpless to stop it. She looked worriedly at Dave. "Amarillo is almost 500 miles from here. You mean you won't be home for two weeks? When do you have to go?"

I need to pack some things tonight because I'm leaving tomorrow. It's short notice, but I jumped at the opportunity to earn extra money."

Dave earned the little bit money they had by working hard and now he was leaving her alone with Reggie for two weeks for a measly $300 bonus.

Christy noticed Reggie -- who sat across from her -- grin as she tried to maintain composure. Like a sick, inside joke she shared with him that excluded her husband, she knew why Reggie was smiling.

But the joke wasn't funny. Dave couldn't leave her alone with Reggie for two weeks. Dave didn't know what that would mean -- who Reggie was and what he would do with her. "Oh, Dave, I don't want you to go and leave me. Can I come with you?"

"I checked already and I'm afraid not. I thought it could be like a mini vacation for the two of us, but the company is making me share the hotel room with another employee and the insurance won't allow non-employees to travel in their vehicles."

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Reggie asked to ride with Dave and Christy as they were leaving to drop Dave off for his trip. Reggie claimed he wanted to pick up some things at the grocery store on the way back, but Christy knew better. Reggie accompanied them and Christy was unable to be alone with her husband before he left.

After dropping Dave off at work, the drive home began in silence, a blur of vehicles and buildings passing outside the car's windows, like a rear projection scene in an old movie. Christy felt Reggie's hand stealthily glide up her inner thigh and begin rubbing her crotch.

"Please stop touching me, Reggie."

"Don't pretend you don't like it. We been together too many times, done too many things to each other for that. I seen and touched every part of you and know more about your body than your gynecologist. I know what turn you on. You really got off the last few times we made love."

What she did with Reggie more times than she wanted to remember wasn't making love. Christy always believed that marriage required the husband and wife to remain

faithful -- that sex was the physical expression of love reserved for married partners. Silent tears began flowing from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks as she drove home, Reggie's hand messaging her pussy through her yoga pants. How distant she was becoming from Dave because she had been unfaithful to him. They hadn't made love in weeks. What opportunity did she have to do so after fucking Reggie almost daily?

Today marked only the beginning of being left alone with Reggie for two long weeks. Dave wouldn't be home in the evenings, nor on the weekends to give her even a short reprieve from this sex addict that invaded their home and their marriage. Reggie never tired of coercing her into having intercourse with him. She dreaded how much he would force it on her with Dave away. She wished there was some way out of this mess without jeopardizing her marriage and everyone she loved.

Unlike Christy, Reggie looked forward to getting home and spending the next two weeks alone with her. He had big plans that included the two of them and sharing a bed. She appeared to be slowly accepting her situation, and their budding relationship needed to be fully cultivated. After learning that Christy wasn't taking birth control, Reggie began fantasizing about her flat stomach swelling with a black baby inside it; her nursing a black baby with her beautiful white tits heavy with nourishing milk and made that way by a black man -- preferably himself. Dave away for two weeks presented a perfect opportunity to fulfill this fantasy.

Christy stopped her car in the driveway to drop Reggie off. She wanted to leave him at the house and find someplace else to stay for a while. She didn't know exactly where to go. Without enough money for a hotel, she couldn't risk the questions friends or family would ask if she went to them. If she stayed away too long, Reggie would make good on his threats. But somehow, she needed to get away from him.

Reggie suspected her intentions. "Pull into the garage, Christy."

She turned to him and became defiant. She needed time to figure things out. "No, Reggie, I'm not staying alone with you. I'm going somewhere else. I'm tired of you forcing me to fuck you."

"We finally getting decent time alone without any worry of your husband coming home and interrupting us, and you wanna go someplace else away from me? You staying right here. You my girlfriend and for the next two weeks you making love to me."

"I'm not your girlfriend and I'm not pretending to be anymore. Stop using me to fulfill your sick fantasies of having some white bimbo girlfriend. You're destroying my marriage. I love my husband - not you. Dave's a kind, loving, sensitive man who works hard and takes care of me and it's killing me to keep doing this to him. You're just a despicable drug dealer, gangster, and rapist. Why would I ever give Dave up to be with someone like you?"

"Them mean words coming from someone who best watch her mouth if she want to keep her friends and family safe. Stop your bullshit about your perfect husband and

marriage. Love be more than nice, mushy words and sentimental feelings. You denying the most important thing -- your physical need as a woman that a good husband should satisfy. Dave ever make you cum with his cigarette size dick like I do?"

Christy looked away, her face turning red in humiliation because she could not answer honestly. The first time she ever orgasmed was with Reggie. The disgusting fact was that like an addictive drug, the more orgasms Reggie forced her to have with his gigantic black dick, the more she secretly wanted him.

Reggie saw he hit a nerve with Christy and pushed further. "Answer me, Christy. It a fair question."

"Who are you to pry into my private sex life with my husband? It's none of your business."

"As the man who satisfying your physical need as a beautiful female, it be my business. I already know the answer; I want you to admit it."

"Fuck you, Reggie!"

"You need big black cock now that you had it, Christy. You been spoiled by it and it the only thing that will ever get you off. If you don't realize it yet, you will the next time you fuck Dave."

"You're delusional. I hate big black cock and I hate you!"

Reggie pulled his cell phone from his front pants pocket as if he were about to make a call. "Sure you do, baby," he answered while scrolling through his messages. "You know what I doing, Christy?"

"I don't give a shit what you're doing, Reggie. Get out of my car so I can go."

"Okay, just let me send this message to all my homeboys. Expect a call from your mama tonight. Your daddy about to meet his end."

She tried snatching Reggie's phone from him. In their scuffle, it flew between his seat and the passenger side door where Christy was unable to reach it from her driver's seat. Reggie angrily grabbed Christy by the chin and pushed the back of her skull against the headrest while his other hand descended to her pants.

How could he want to do this outside where someone might see them? She tried to pull his hands away from her. "What the hell are you doing? Not out here where people can see us."

"Think Dave will want you when the neighbors tell him they saw you fucking me in your car while he was gone? Even he be smart enough to put two and two together and figure out then why you haven't let him fuck you in weeks."

"No, you can't do this." She resumed struggling with him.

Unfortunately for Christy, no one was there to see them or offer her help. Around six o'clock on a weekday, and beside the drone of a distant lawnmower, the neighborhood was still, the neighbors inside their houses preparing dinner after a hard day at work.

Christy's small hands were unable to thwart Reggie and he quickly slid his fingers inside her yoga pants and panties.

"No, stop it! Not now," Christy begged.

He located her clit and gave it subtle pinch. "You keep forgetting you ain't got any choice. Don't force me to take drastic measures."

Reggie squeezed a little harder and Christy suddenly discovered her clitoris delivered pain as effectively as pleasure. An agonizing jolt travelling through her body quickly vanquished all her bravery. "Ow! You're hurting me. I'm sorry. Yes, yes, I'm your girlfriend and I'll make love to you as much as you want. I'll be good."

With his free hand, Reggie calmly pushed the button on the remote clipped to her sun visor and opened the garage door. "That a better attitude. You just got awfully close to me contacting my homeboys to have them hurt more of your friends and family. Now, pull the car in, baby."

She pulled in, and the garage door closed behind them. "Give me your keys, Christy."

She complied -- removing them from the ignition and placing them in his palm -- and Reggie's grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as she looked down in disgust, watching Reggie's fingers work inside her undies and feeling herself moistening for him.

Christy squeezed her eyes shut to stop watching her own molestation, the sound of Reggie's fingers splashing in her silky secretions as disturbing as what her eyes witnessed while open. Why did her body keep doing this for him? "Don't, Reggie. Stop it now -- please!"

She felt messy and embarrassed by her body's apparent contradiction of her feelings. "You see how much nicer it be when you cooperate?"

She bit her lower lip refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response, her small fingers clasping his wrist in a futile attempt to pull his hand out of her panties.

"That okay, don't say nothing. Your pussy already answering me."

Reggie worked her intimate folds, enjoying the expressions of disdain and pleasure appearing on her face. He finally withdrew his wet fingers from her pussy and licked her tasty juices from them. "Mmm, you very sweet baby. I love tasting you."

Christy sheepishly watched Reggie lick her secretions from his fingers and relish her flavor. He had no right touching her, tasting her and knowing her so intimately. At least he had stopped fondling her, allowing her to regain control of her body and thoughts.

She regained composure and the tension in Christy's face dissipated.

"You ready to go inside the house with me and start getting some real loving from your black boyfriend?"

She dreaded getting 'loving' from him again, even with her clit left tumescent from the attention he gave it. She tried to think of a way out of this situation. Maybe she could run to her room and call the police. But how could she avoid explaining all the embarrassing details of the past weeks? She feared no one would believe Reggie raped her so many times in her own home and she never told anyone, reported his crime, or sought help until now.

Would Dave want her after learning the sordid details of what she did with Reggie? Reggie would reveal how often they had sex, all the disgusting things she did with him, and how he made her cum. He would claim their sex was consensual.

She remained skeptical that the police would protect her family and friends from Reggie's 'homeboys'. The law didn't protect his previous victims, and his thugs already had instructions and a list of names and addresses if anything happened to him. Reggie reminded her of it all the time.

It became apparent to Christy that the longer this relationship continued, the harder it became for her to stop it. Rather than tire of her and move on to greener pastures, as she had initially anticipated, and any normal man eager to just get his rocks off would do, Reggie seemed to become more obsessed with her. Alarming Christy most was how much better she seemed to be getting at her role pretending to be his girlfriend during sex.

She was confused. She had to act soon. Although it sickened her to answer his question affirmatively, she slowly nodded her head, exited the car, and adjusted her yoga pants.

Reggie couldn't wait to sink his hard cock in her wet cunt as he watched her tight ass sashay in front of him toward the door. If he could put a black baby in Christy's belly it would be the ultimate payback for the privileged lives her white family had lived, and it would connect her to him and his race forever. "Another beautiful white girl gonna go black," he thought. Taking Christy from her husband was merely partial reparation for the white privilege they and their ancestors had enjoyed at his race's expense.

The automatic garage door opener light turned off as Christy approached the door to her house, her hands searching in darkness for her obscured destination and the echo of their footsteps on the cement floor filling her ears.

She found the door and waited for Reggie to unlock it with the keys he had taken from her. Reggie came up behind her and fiddled to open the door. Through their clothes, she felt his huge erection push against her back.

Christy suddenly felt herself spin around in the darkness. Pinned against the door by Reggie's big muscular body, she now felt his huge erection press against her stomach. "I can fuck you anywhere, anytime I want now, Christy." He pulled the crop of hair from the back of her skull, tilting her head backwards. "Open your mouth wide and French kiss me."

Christy helplessly parted her lips and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth as he groped and fondled the rest of her body in the darkness. She tried to think of a way to distract him.

It seemed like at least 10 minutes passed before Reggie stopped kissing Christy long enough for her to speak, his hand aggressively rubbing her pussy through her pants. "Stop it. Not here, Reggie. You're getting me all wet. Let's go inside where it's comfortable."

"Okay, baby. I'm glad you coming around."

When Reggie opened the door, Christy bolted from him. She knew where his monstrous penis would soon be if she didn't get away.

Christy's flight caught Reggie by surprise, and it took him a moment to react. "Oh no you don't," he hissed as her garment slipped from his grasp and distance between them grew.

She reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut with him close behind. A second longer might have been enough time for Christy call 911, but Reggie already turned the knob before she could set the lock. Her feet slid along the hardwood floor unable to gain purchase as she attempted holding the door closed with all her weight.

"Don't touch me you disgusting pig!" she screamed as Reggie entered her bedroom.

Reggie wrestled her into bed and tried to climb on top of her. "That no way to talk to your boyfriend, baby."

She knew the susceptibility of his huge, sperm-filled gonads, having caressed them many times. They fueled his abnormal sex drive. She was not going to play his sick games, act like his girlfriend, pretend to love him anymore. It was time to give his balls a different sensation to get him away from her and extinguish his fire.

Even with his pants on, Reggie's humongous scrotum should have been an easy target for Christy, but her foot missed it.

"You little bitch. You try to kick me in the nuts?"

Like holding a useless gun after firing its only bullet, Christy now stared helplessly at her opponent, waiting for his next move.

Reggie punched her in the gut, the blow incapacitating Christy, her hands holding her stomach as she gasped for air.

"You want it rough today, baby? You know I'm gonna have you and you gonna take me one way or another."

While Christy heaved for air, Reggie savagely undressed her. He tossed her sandals from her soft, manicured feet and yanked at her yoga pants.

She unsuccessfully clutched the waistband of her pants, but Reggie roughly jerked them down as they slipped from her grasp like an important document lost to a strong wind.

"You gonna get extra loving from me now." He swiftly ripped her shirt off, leaving her scantily clad in her blue silk bra and bikini panties. "You wear these sexy panties for me today, baby? You must want me to fuck you bad, huh?"

"I wore them for Dave," Christy whispered hoarsely.

"Ah, but I rode along with you guys, and you couldn't be with him. Look like that dumb fuck missed another opportunity to satisfy your needs. Guess I'll take care of them for you again instead.

"You think it okay that he allowed a stranger like me into your home without even a background check? That he leave you alone with me so much? Baby, I think you love and care about him a lot more than he love and care about you. I know you love him but he deserve to lose you because he stupid. He clueless how I been drilling your pussy with my big black cock."

During his taunts, Reggie removed Christy's bra and kneaded her perky tits before his hand glided down the light skin of her smooth, firm tummy and slid inside her panties.

Christy bawled as his fingers resumed delicately stroking her clitoris, still somewhat tumescent from his previous attentions and about to be returned to its fully engorged state.

"Please... no, not again. No more. Stop touching me. I don't love you, I love Dave.".

Christy's vagina became wet and the embarrassing sounds of Reggie's fingers dancing in her dampness returned. He spoke soothingly to help quell her angst while fingering her rapidly firming clit.

"You may love Dave, but your pussy love me. I told you things would be easier if you do what I say and stop resisting. I wanna be nice to you. Do my homeboys need to visit your relatives? Maybe your sweet old grandma in Springfield? If you don't cooperate it gonna happen soon. Do we have to do this the hard way?"

Christy was still crying as she spoke. "I know Reggie... I'm sorry... You win... I'll be good now... I'll do what you want. I'm your girlfriend and I love you, okay? I want your big black cock inside me. Just don't hurt my friends or family ever again."

Reggie smiled at his victory. Christy couldn't fight it. She tried being a tiger, but he made her purr like a pussycat. "That a better attitude, baby. Now we gonna get down to serious business."

With Reggie vigorously masturbating her, it became increasingly difficult to reject the sensations. "No... don't... ooh... please. Not like that."

"Uh-huh, yeah, just like that. I know exactly how you like it. Oh, that feeling nice now, huh? Reggie know how to touch you."

"Ooh... no... stop it."

"Stop it? We just getting started, baby. You gotta long way to go and at least half dozen times to cum before we stop. I gonna make sure you fully satisfied."

Christy tried ignoring her pussy long enough to gather her thoughts. "No, please don't make me do that again, Reggie. It's not your place to satisfy me. I'm married to Dave and this is wrong. Stop touching me there. You can't keep doing this to us -- to me. Dave thinks you're his friend."

"I don't care about Dave, baby. I love you and I'm gonna have you. But if you really care about him, you'll quit fighting me. I don't want to hurt any more of your people, but I will if you don't come around soon."

His hand still inside her panties, Reggie observed Christy become tense, her eyes fill with a dreamy haze, and her mouth gape as his finger finessed her engorged clit.

She was cumming for him.

He loved watching Christy helplessly lay there having an orgasm he knew she didn't want, betraying her husband again with the black man she disliked a little less the more time she spent with him -- the black man her naïve husband had let move in with them.

"Oh, oh, ooh, ooh, okay Reggie." Christy mewled. She didn't want it to feel good and futilely fought not to orgasm, but lost that battle.

"That it, baby, keep cumming for me. Bet you glad I'm satisfying you now," Reggie whispered in her ear as he continued masturbating her. Amused by her reflexes, he played with her like a toy and caused her to climax. He manipulated Christy like a puppet, Reggie the puppet master mercilessly pulling strings.

Christy knew it was wrong, but like an itchy nose unable to avoid a violent sneezing fit, she couldn't stop herself. Deep beneath tidal waves of pleasure, frustrating and conflicting thoughts swam in her mind: Oh, god, I don't want to do this for him. Please let me stop. This is wrong... I've got to be faithful to Dave... Oh, ooh, but my pussy -- he keeps touching me and it feels so good, uh-huh. Oh, I'm going to cum again for him.

Reggie took his time masturbating Christy. Her beautifully manicured fingers clasped around his wrist but were unable to extract his hand from inside her panties. Her pull on his wrist lessened, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth opened as if trying to find words for something beyond expression when she came. Why let her miss out on so much pleasure when he easily made her have more of it? With Dave gone for two weeks the situation was perfect.

Recovering from her orgasms long enough to gather thoughts again, she looked at Reggie with her beautiful blue eyes. "Okay, you made me cum, now stop. This is wrong." She yanked on his wrist. There had to be some spark of compassion somewhere inside him, she thought.

He wouldn't stop and Christy felt another embarrassing tidal wave nearing. "Oh, no, no... please, Reggie... no more."

Reggie watched her eyes become dreamy again and her tension grow. Overcome by tsunamis of pleasure, she released his wrist, allowing him to work unhindered.

She couldn't stop herself. Her hips rose to meet his strokes.

"That it, baby. Let it happen. Now you being honest." He took the opportunity to pull down her briefs.

Christy was in the midst of an atomic release when Reggie removed his hand from her pussy and quickly undressed. His fantastically large cock sprang from his boxers like an exaggerated appendage on an anime character.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, grabbed her knees and spread her legs to better access the delicate flower between them. Gently, his black fingers separated her soft, pink pedals made wet, engorged, and highly sensitized by his stroking.

So close to another climax, she hardly protested his invasive actions, and before Christy regained her senses to resist, Reggie positioned himself at her saturated entrance, massaging her sensitive clitoris with the head of his penis, their sex organs making sparks of pleasure upon renewed contact with each other.

Christy's mind filled with contradictions. Highly aroused like this, her primitive brain demanded release, but the evolved portion felt guilt, feared pregnancy, wanted anything that lessened intimacy with him. Even a thin latex barrier would prevent the continued contact of their genitals and would be better than nothing.

"I'm your girlfriend, I love you, and I want you to make love to me, Reggie. But can you wear a condom for me? I know you don't like them and I admit it feels better to me too without them, but I don't want to get pregnant. I haven't had sex with Dave in weeks, and it won't take him nine months to know I cheated. He'll figure it all out if I have your baby. But we can use his rubbers and not worry about him ever knowing."

Reggie never used condoms, but he knew Dave's rubbers wouldn't fit him anyway. He replied tenderly to Christy. "I love you too, baby. I'll always take care of you. Since you asking nicely, I'll try wearing a rubber for you this time, but you put it on me, okay?"

"Okay, Reggie. I'll put it on you," she gratefully agreed. She reached into the nightstand drawer beside her bed and fumbled to open the packet. She had watched Dave put on condoms many times, but she never put one on a penis herself before.

Reggie moved up and straddled her chest, his thick, long, phallus reaching in front of Christy's face. She nervously tried to get the elastic membrane to cover his cock. But the rubbers, that fit her husband, were far too small for Reggie.

She held his cock with both hands trying to put the rubber on him, appreciating his size and thickness, how firm and warm he felt. He was so massive and hard, yet his skin soft and smooth. Large veins ran along his dark, blood-filled shaft.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't think they would fit me. I ain't found rubbers my size yet."

It had to fit, she thought. But like a ring that's too small for someone else's finger, she couldn't get Dave's condom to unroll past the tip of Reggie's penis.

Reggie appreciated the irony in watching Christy's diamond wedding ring set sparkle as her fingers griped his humongous brown dick trying to put her husband's condom on another man who was black. "I can't wait much longer, baby. My balls ache".

"Please, Reggie -- I almost have it."

"Owe, baby. That gonna be way too tight and it gonna hurt me."

His shaft was too thick. Christy reluctantly let go of his penis as he removed it from her grasp.

He returned to her pussy. "We tried, baby, but I told you it wouldn't fit. Now my balls hurt and I can't wait no longer. I gotta take care of this hard-on and you. I'll pull out before I cum this time, so don't be worrying about it."

Reggie parted her labia and placed the head of his dick at her opening.

Christy dropped the unused rubber she had tried unsuccessfully to put on him somewhere on the floor as Reggie eased into her.

"Ow... please. You're big, Reggie. Go slowly... Oh."

He carefully pushed his length into her. "Hush, it gonna be okay. Nice and easy. I gotta put it all inside you, baby. We waited too long trying to get that stupid rubber on me, and it hard for me to hold back. You feel too good."

"Ow, it's hurting Reggie. Please, slower like you usually do... oh -- no more. I need to adjust a little while. You're already so deep."

"I'm trying to go slow, baby. I'm so hard because I love you. I know you love me because you get so wet for me and you take all of me.

"Ow, oh, okay, I love you. Oh, I'm your girlfriend, but it's hurting now. You have to go slower. I can't take all of you right away. You're too big."

"I know baby. I'm trying to hold back. You only gonna feel uncomfortable for a little while, then you gonna start liking it."

Her vaginal muscles soon re-adjusted to his size and her pain abated, proving him right. She hoped Reggie might quickly finish with her. But Reggie's talent, Dave lacked, was controlling his orgasms, and humiliating her by always making her cum multiple times first.

Reggie often lasted an hour or longer without cumming. Eventually, his cock gushed and after a short recovery, he went at her again. If only Dave had listened to her and hadn't let this sex monster move into their home, Christy thought.

Christy tried ignoring the sensations from Reggie's cock, his earlier jeers causing her to question why Dave went to Amarillo and left her alone with Reggie. How could Dave be so trusting and allow this strange black man into their home in the first place to do this to her? Because of Dave her friend was gang-raped, and Christy was forced to be unfaithful.

Reggie astutely read Christy and saw how she accepted their relationship slightly more. The intense intimacy of having continued unprotected sex with him was partially responsible for the change in her.

"Put your arms around me and start hugging me, baby. You know what you suppose to do. I don't want to send my homeboys to Amarillo to see Dave because his wife being a cold bitch with her boyfriend. Don't worry; I'll pull out this time for you."

"You promise you'll pull out before you cum?" "Uh-huh, baby. You know I love you."

It pained her to do this to Dave -- to betray him, but she was also doing it for Dave, her entire family, and all her friends, she reasoned -- to protect them. Christy's arm glided around Reggie's broad shoulder, while her other hand slid down his strong back and grasped his muscular buttock. "Oh, oh, Reggie -- this isn't right. Ah... ah... ooh. It's so wrong. Stop making me do this with you. Oh... oh... no... don't make me do this to Dave."

"You not doing nothing to Dave. It was wrong for Dave to leave you alone with a strange man he let live with you. I'm gonna keep reminding you. You a beautiful woman doing this to protect Dave and your family, and you discovering physical needs he not satisfying.

"If Dave never know about us, it'll be like none of this is happening. It okay for you to love me. Just keep quiet about it and I'll take care of you and make you happy. You my girlfriend; accept it. Admit you love me and that you want me inside you."

"Oh, ooh, okay Reggie. Ah, ooh, I promise I'll never say anything to anyone about you, including Dave. Ooh, ooh, just don't hurt anyone, ooh. Oh, I guess I'm really your girlfriend now. Ah, I love you. Ah, oh, oh, uh-huh, it feels good. Oh, your cock is so big and you're so deep inside me. Oh god."

She began sounding convincing. But was she just acting for him?

"Oh, that feels good. Oh, uh-huh, oh Reggie, I can't... We can't keep doing this." Christy murmured.

Reggie smiled as Christy's body tensed and her pussy pulsated. Her hand squeezed his ass cheek and she pulled him to her. Her hug strengthened, and her moans reached a higher pitch. "Ah, aah, aah, aah, oh, uh-huh, aah, I love you, Reggie."

Either she was becoming an exceptionally good actress, or she wasn't pretending anymore. Christy's lips were finally collaborating with what her body confessed. She gave in to Reggie -- her anger, guilt and shame washed away by waves of ecstasy...

"I'm gonna cum soon too, baby."

His announcement abruptly interrupted Christy's erotic frenzy. She stared into Reggie's eyes. "Please pull out; don't cum in me this time. I did what you wanted, and you promised."

He surprised her. Christy felt Reggie's thick long cock pulling out of her. She raised herself up on her elbows, watching jism fire from his penis in rapid succession, landing all over her body, his warm semen raining on her face, tits, and belly.

Reggie rubbed his cock along Christy's engorged clitoris, her pelvis making involuntary coital motions in response. He used this clit massage technique with her often, something Dave never did, after discovering how she reacted to it, how much she liked it even though denying it.

With cum still flowing from it, Reggie's penis came close to entering her pussy again, Christy's body wanting him back inside her. "Don't," she whimpered, her hips rising to accept his return.

He ignored her, teased her, ran the head of his cock along her pink folds, leaving trails of semen all around her wet entrance, yet resisting the urge to take advantage of how aroused and receptive she remained.

He rubbed his cum into her smooth white skin. He proceeded up to her tits and used the slippery spunk on her erect nipples. With his thumb he collected the last of it in her bellybutton and spread some of it on her lips. "Open for me, baby."

Having such physical intimacy with Reggie seemed to undermine her contempt for him. Christy opened her mouth as if under his spell and allowed his thumb to deposit the glob of semen on her tongue.

"Now suck on it, baby."

Christy obeyed, sucking on his thumb like a baby, the familiar taste of his potent ejaculate registering in her brain. Dave was gone and Reggie's harsh criticisms of him from earlier played with Christy's emotions. Dave encouraged this horrible situation by abandoning her with a gangster. For the next two weeks she would be alone with Reggie and she needed to do what was necessary.

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They entered the shower together, Christy glancing at Reggie's enormous penis remaining flaccid, their break from sex allowing her thoughts to clear.

She recalled how they started fornicating today, Reggie fondling her in the car after she dropped Dave off. Reggie wanted her so badly he couldn't control himself, and they fucked for hours.

In the shower, Reggie observed streams of water flowing down Christy's fair skin. He took the washcloth and began bathing her. His attentions went from her perky breasts, to her soft cunt and cute ass.

When they exited the shower, Reggie toweled Christy dry. They both stood naked facing each other when her phone rang.

"Hi, Dave, how was your trip to Amarillo."

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Christy stared at Reggie, the two of them remaining nude, when she finished the quick call from Dave. Reggie held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in her dresser. "Don't know where you hiding all the sexy things I got you to wear, but these look nice too. Put them on for me, baby."

Christy recognized the items in her hand as undergarments from Victoria's Secret she bought to wear for Dave on their anniversary next month, and she began to cry.

Reggie stood watching her. What you waiting for? They not gonna put themselves on you. What you crying for?"

"It's none of your concern."

She had no choice. She sliped on the sexy undergarments and started toward her closet.

"What you going in there for?" Reggie asked. "I need to put something else on."

"I don't think so. You not concealing that gorgeous body from me anymore. Your choice is sleep in those or in the nude tonight. Tomorrow morning you best be wearing that or be naked."

Exhausted from a long day and lots of sex, Christy went to bed in the special undergarments Reggie selected for her. Visions of his tremendous cock drilling her pussy played in her mind in an endless loop like a pornographic video file as she drifted into unconsciousness.

The late-morning sunlight filtered through her closed curtains and into her bedroom. Christy woke in Reggie's embrace, his hand cupping her breast. Sometime in the middle of the night, he crawled into bed with her. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip as he spooned her. She was uncertain if they had more intercourse, but her panties were still on.

She had slept for over 12 hours. She usually never slept this long. On her dresser her wedding pictures and photographs of her family and friends faced her, as if they had been watching all this time and had witnessed every sordid detail with Reggie. Even if she wasn't married to Dave, her family would never approve of her sleeping with a black man like this. Christy carefully tried to ease away from Reggie's hold without waking him.

His right hand left her breast and slid down her smooth, firm tummy. He took in a deep breath and exhaled with his eyes still closed.

Christy dreaded where Reggie's hand seemed to be going, but it stopped at the waistband of her thong.

He resumed lightly sleeping.

She remained motionless but wanted to sneak out of bed, find her car keys and get away. She had allowed things with Reggie to go too far for too long. She was in bed

sleeping with him, wearing a thong from Victoria's Secret. The sex was becoming consensual, and she could not let this happen.

Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave, didn't want to hurt him and didn't want to be taken by Reggie anymore. Christy knew she was beautiful by the many looks she received throughout her adult life. Perhaps Reggie really couldn't control himself with her. But what if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle and didn't recall exactly when she had started her last period.

She tried to slowly roll on her side without waking Reggie. His hand held her firmly and would not let her move.

He was awake, his hand slipping into Christy's thong where she feared it would go.

"Please... no. I can't keep doing this, Reggie. We're taking too many chances and I could get pregnant. Don't make me have sex again." Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and tried stopping him.

Reggie's morning erection begged him for relief. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take it out before I cum, just like yesterday. I love you." His fingers explored her folds and located her clitoris.

"Please, Reggie, not again. We can't keep doing this without contraception."

She was already wet. By stroking her clit Reggie eroded more of her willpower until she came around for him, her cries becoming faint moans. He moved the thin silk strip of her thong aside, carefully stretching her glistening labia apart, and placing the head of his penis against her moist pink opening.

"Please, Reggie, no more. Dave and I have been using condoms because we can't afford a baby, and you keep doing this to me without protection."

"I can't help it, baby. My hard-ons hurt real bad in the morning, and I need you to help me relieve them. You know I love you. That why my dick keep getting so hard -- because of you. You the only one that ever make me like this. I promise I'll take it out before I cum."

"Can't I play with it and suck on it for you this time?"

Nothing was as good as white girl's pussy in the morning. He would let her suck on his cock later, but he wanted to fuck her now.

It was like Reggie didn't hear her. She felt him holding her vaginal lips open and inserting his penis into her anyway. "Ooh, ooh, ah, just for a little while then, okay, Reggie? Not for too long or it will become harder for us to stop"

He went deeper inside her without replying.

Christy wished Dave's condoms had fit Reggie, still uneasy with the direct contact of their genitals, yet becoming more complaisant and accustomed to the enhanced sensations of his larger penis lacking barrier protection. Dave's penis was small in comparison to Reggie's, and he always wore condoms to avoid impregnating her.

Christy's mouth hung agape, and her fingers dug into Reggie's muscular chest.

He began gyrating his hips and grinding up against her clitoris. "Tell me how it feel, baby."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, please," she moaned as his cock filled her. She couldn't deny him a response, couldn't help herself any longer -- "Oh god, it feels good like that. Oh, yes, right there. Ooh, Reggie..."

Christy lay beneath his large frame, instinctively responding to the presence of his enormous penis deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her legs around his ass the same way he had made her do to him unwillingly in the past.

Her pussy contracted rhythmically, as if trying to encourage him to ejaculate. She had become a little more comfortable and complicit with Reggie each time they fucked, and now she was practically his.

Dave allowed Reggie to move in and do this to her, but Reggie promised to pull out before he came this time. She had to act like she loved him, like she wanted him, like his real girlfriend. But it was only an act, Christy convinced herself as her excitement built. She began to orgasm again, Reggie sticking his tongue in her mouth and kissing her while she came.

After a moment of indulgence Christy turned her face away, as if awakening from a trance and realizing what she was doing was wrong. "No, Reggie, we've done it long enough and need to stop now."

Reggie grabbed her chin and forced his tongue back in her mouth.

She arched her back, then her arms softly embraced him again. "Mm-mph, mmmm. Oh, I'm cumming, Reggie. I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Mmmm. You feel so good inside me."

She was not acting anymore. The kiss and the hug were real. "I'm gonna cum too, baby. You swallowing it when I pull out?"

It was better to satisfy him by swallowing his cum than risk unwanted pregnancy. "Uh- huh, I want to suck your cock and taste you, Reggie."

He pulled out of her. Christy left the bed, got on her knees as he stood before her, and placed her lips around the head of his penis. She gripped his shaft in her soft fingers

and began slowly pumping it. His cock began squirting his rich cream into her mouth, Christy swallowing all of it. "Mmm, oh, mmm, mmm."

With one hand holding Reggie's enormous shaft, she ran her lips up and down it the way he liked, while her other hand gently fondled his big, heavy testicles.

Yesterday, she had tried to kick his testicles in what was her final attempt to escape victimization. After crushing defeat, today she was his conquered mistress, taken from her weak husband and rightfully caressing Reggie's hefty, sperm-filled gonads instead. Residual cum trickled down his shaft and over her hand like melted wax running down a candle. She licked it up and her lips returned to the head of his cock.

With eyes closed and mouth agape, she affectionately held his massive black penis, longer than her entire head in length, against her creamy white cheek and sighed, his cock having spent its load only beginning to lose rigidity and Christy intoxicated by erotic ecstasy. "Oh, Reggie, you came so much this time. Do you feel better now?"

"Oh, yeah, that felt good, baby and you swallowed all of me. Thank you. I love you for that. I think of you all night and my balls ache, and I need to cum real bad in the morning."

"Oh, I love you too," Christy replied under his spell, not caring about what she was doing or saying in their moment of fading passion.

Alone sitting on the bed as he showered, Christy came to her senses, wondering how much longer this might continue. Would Reggie ever tire of her and leave her alone? She couldn't run from him or stop him, and she couldn't tell her husband or the police anymore. She had crossed a line with Reggie, admitting to him that he felt good inside her and that she loved him. But while their bodies united it seemed true.

She didn't mean any of those things she said to him. It was only an act. Reggie made her say them. Christy would never betray Dave like that or feel that way about a gangster who had her friend raped and threatened to hurt others she loved. Christy hated herself for not fighting harder to stop Reggie; for repeatedly having intercourse with him. But part of her also hated Dave for letting all of this happen to her.

She saw the open rubber she had dropped yesterday still on the floor. Dave might notice it missing when he returned. She needed to replace it and find a larger size for Reggie to use with her. Unprotected sex with Reggie was like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun. With that amount of semen, he was virile enough to make women pregnant by liking them on Facebook, she thought.

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Still without her keys, Christy accompanied Reggie as he drove her car into town. "What you need at the store?" he asked.

Christy turned to Reggie, her beautiful blue eyes meeting his. "I need to replace Dave's condom we tried using yesterday, so he won't suspect something."

A smile appeared on Reggie's face. "I know where to go, baby."

Reggie took Christy into the City to a pharmacy in his old neighborhood. Once near their destination, he parked Christy's car on the side of the street a couple of blocks from the store and they walked the rest of the way.

It was a pleasant day, but Christy didn't like this part of town with abandoned buildings covered in strange graffiti marking the territories of rivaling street gangs. Everyone seemed to stare at her, blue eyes and blond hair a rarity in this area. A number of people recognized Reggie behind the sunglasses and baseball cap he wore, greeting him like he was a celebrity.

Once inside the pharmacy, Reggie led Christy to the contraceptives.

She located Dave's brand of condoms, and then searched for a size large enough for Reggie. Christy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggie was like consenting to sex with him. If they continued having intercourse, however, she risked pregnancy by not purchasing them. Neither choice was desirable.

She pulled Dave's brand of condoms from the shelf and the largest size she could find for Reggie.

"The smallest and largest rubbers we sell," an elderly black pharmacist commented beneath his breath while shaking his head. He rang up Christy's purchases, pausing to take special notice of the Magnum size XXXL condoms before bagging them. Observing the wedding band on Christy's finger and Reggie standing right behind her wearing a smile that reached both ears, the pharmacist chuckled. "That'll be $32.70."

"I'll pay for them," Reggie offered.

Christy wanted to die from embarrassment. The pharmacist knew Reggie was fucking her. She saw him looking at the box of large condoms she was purchasing for Reggie and laughing.

Reggie pulled an enormous bundle of cash from his pocket, causing Christy's eyes to grow wide.

"It good seeing you again, Joe. Keep the change," Reggie said, handing the pharmacist a one-hundred-dollar bill.

At least the pharmacist didn't know who she was, Christy thought as she left, Reggie's arm around her shoulder.

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She paid little attention to the old Bela Lugosi movie playing on the TV, her circumstance as bad as the protagonist in any horror film. She sat in her panties on the couch cuddled by Reggie, very conscious of his arm draping her shoulders, hand cupping her tit and fingers playing with her erect nipple through the large t-shirt she wore. She wasn't his girlfriend; she was Dave's wife, but that didn't matter to Reggie.

Dave wasn't here to stop this from happening, and Christy became further tangled in Reggie's web of immorality.

"I'm tired. I think I'll go to go to bed," she announced, escaping from his overly affectionate arm when the movie ended, and the opportunity arrived. She couldn't even remember what the film was about. She noticed a huge bulge in Reggie's pants again, his third hard-on tonight.

"I see you looking at what you caused. You gonna leave me with this or take care of it like you suppose to before you go to bed, baby?" Reggie asked reclining beside her.

"I didn't do anything to cause it, Reggie. You're ridiculous. How many erections do you get each day? You made me sit here next to you while you molested me. You wouldn't stop playing with my nipples."

"Yeah, yeah, put my cock in your mouth and stop your yapping. First, let me get that t- shirt off you. I like rubbing your smooth white skin when you going down on me."

"No, don't make me give you oral sex again. I already did that to you twice this evening. And let me keep my shirt on; I'm cold," Christy complained, Reggie ignoring her plea, pulling the t-shirt up and over her head, and leaving her sitting beside him in her panties topless and resisting the urge to cover her breasts.

Reggie removed his own shirt as well, wresting Christy's head toward his lap. "No," she bleated, but having no other option, reaching into his baggy sweatpants and fishing out his gigantic black cock.

Lifting his ass, Reggie tugged his sweatpants further down for Christy to also caress his testicles while fellating him, his hand returning to her tit after Christy only briefly escaped his fondling moments earlier.

Christy's left cheek rested on Reggie's muscular stomach, her lips encircling the head of his penis, her fist stroking its thick shaft, her palm softly rubbing his humongous scrotum. Once she surrendered, she surrendered to him totally. "Mmm, oh, uh-huh," she moaned.

Christy's lips momentarily relinquishing his penis, her fingers became worthy substitutes, twirling over and tracing the smooth curves along the ridge of its helmet, much of her effort focused on the underside right below where the glans and shaft meet, apparently where many pleasure sensing nerves resided, evidenced by how his penis twitched when stroked there. "You like that, Reggie? Does it feel good when I touch it here?" Christy asked, her lips returning to their post before his answer.

"Oh, that feel real nice, baby. You learning what I like."

Her mouth re-occupied by his cock acknowledged Reggie by moaning, Reggie's arm around her, his hand taking turns caressing each of her firm breasts, fingers tweaking her hard nipples...

Later that evening, ejaculating like a fountain, Christy drank from his cock, Reggie's familiar taste permeating her mouth. "Okay, Reggie. That's enough. I'm going to bed now."

"Thank you, Christy. That was really good. I love you."

Their eyes meeting as Reggie recovered from the orgasm Christy gave him, she thought she saw a compassion in them she never noticed before.

"Stop saying that, Reggie, because I will never love you. You're making me pretend I do, but I don't. You had my best friend gang-raped, and her husband badly beaten. You keep threatening to harm my family and friends."

"I know you think I'm a monster. I admit I done bad things. I can't help myself. I want you too much and I don't know how else to get you.

"I instructed my homeboys to go easy on your friend. I didn't tell them to rape her. They got carried away but they paying a price for what they done, trust me."

"Every time Tiffany and John try to be intimate, they're going to think about what your animals did to her. How will you fix that, Reggie?" Christy broke down and began sobbing.

Reggie took Cristy in his arms holding her against his muscular, black chest as they sat together on the couch, "I can never be with Dave again without thinking of you. You ruined me and my marriage. You've made me do things with you I can't forget."

"I'm sorry, Christy. I'm not a monster. I kind to friends and people I love. I love you and I wan't to be nice to you too, take care of you the way you should be cared for. I know you love Dave, but he don't love you the way I do. Look what he let happen to you?

You know he'll never satisfy you again like I do now."

"That's not true, Reggie. Dave cares for me and sex isn't everything." "Will you answer one question for me honestly, Christy?"

"What?"

"Has he ever made you cum?"

She didn't know what to say to Reggie. It was late and she was tired. She looked down and answered honestly.

"No.

"But I'll never love you. You're a gangster and a drug dealer."

"Christy, I'll give all that up for you. Just say you'll leave Dave and be mine. I mean it. We can be happy together."

"I have to go to bed now, Reggie. I'm tired."

"You think about it, Christy. I'll always love you and keep you satisfied."

Christy's thoughts briefly kept her awake as she lay in bed waiting for sleep. Fortunately, she didn't need the condoms she bought for Reggie yet.

After what Reggie had done to Tiffany and Tiffany's husband -- what he had threatened to do Christy's other loved ones, she could never forgive him or be his friend, she thought, no matter how he made her body feel or how he promised to reform.

After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded, and erotic images of Reggie making love to her occupied Christy's slumber. She thought she was having a wet dream. But when she awoke Reggie was beside her and his hand was inside her panties expertly frigging her sensitive nub.

While she was unconscious, Reggie had brought Christy close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused.

"Reggie, I can't keep doing this." But she raised her hips, betraying herself.

Reggie slid her panties down her legs and lost them in the sheets as she lay completely naked. At least she was ready for him this time, she thought. She reached for the box of Magnum XXXL condoms sitting on her nightstand and timidly handed one to him.

"What the hell is this for?" "For me, please use it."

Reggie took the condom from her and tossed it across the room like discarded trash. "Sorry, baby, I love you too much to use that."

"What? But you said you would wear one for me yesterday, Reggie."

"Yesterday was different, a one-time deal, and Dave's rubber didn't fit me. I told you before that we special to each other and it feel better without them. We need to feel each other. This gonna be as pleasant and intimate as possible because I love you, baby."

He kept saying that he loved her. Oddly enough, in her aroused state she found herself wanting to believe him. "I know it feels better, Reggie. But this is wrong, and we need to use protection. You know I'm married to Dave and we shouldn't be doing this."

Reggie inserted his uncovered penis into her, male and female reproductive organs representing their two races intermingling, their body fluids beginning to mix like ingredients in batter. She felt all of him keenly, no barrier between them.

Part of Christy was glad Reggie refused the condom. Sex without that boundary was better, and deep down she was growing to appreciate that kind of physical intimacy with him even if another part of her resisted it.

"If we don't stop, I'll get pregnant and then Dave will know about us."

Reggie ignored her briefly and continued thrusting his massive black phallus into her slippery pink opening before reassuring her. "Don't worry about getting pregnant, baby. I told you I'll pull out. If anything ever happens, which it won't, I'll always take good care of you. I love you."

"Oh," Christy exclaimed, Reggie's huge, unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dave, but he never pleasured her like this. She didn't know how or why she had acquired a liking for Reggie's large size.

"Oh, ah, okay Reggie, I'm your girlfriend and I love you. You feel good without a condom. I want you inside me."

Moonlight poured in through the window as Reggie watched Christy writhe beneath him, finally drained of her remaining willpower and accepting her fate as a gangster's girlfriend, surrendering to basic female instinct.

"Oh, oh, please. I'm your girlfriend. Oh, I love you. Ah... oh. I'm your girlfriend; I love you. You feel so good inside me."

He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat.

Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion into his mouth as her soft hands, that briefly pushed against his brown, muscular pecs, slid around him and embraced him instead, the mantra he had made her learn replaying in her mind: I'm his girlfriend and I love him. He feels so good inside me. "Mmmm."

She locked her legs around Reggie's ass the way he had taught her.

How would Dave react seeing his beautiful wife behaving this way, rutting with a big black stud? Dave could have prevented this, but now his wife had been spoiled by repeated force-feedings, her pussy wetting for Reggie's grade "A" negro dick.

Reggie felt Christy's silky pussy throbbing around his black baby maker. Her hips twisting and turning, rising and falling in concert with his thrusts as their bodies communicated primitive pleasure to each other. She wasn't too good for niggers anymore, Reggie thought.

Reggie finally removed his tongue from her mouth. "I gonna shoot soon, baby. You wanna suck on it again?"

Christy had lost control, couldn't stop grinding her pussy into Reggie's cock. "Oh... ah... it doesn't matter anymore," she heaved. "I love you and want you to cum inside me.

Ooh, ah, I'm your girlfriend. You're so big and going so deep in me," she repeated. Reggie ejaculated copiously.

Her pussy milked his cock as if relishing every bit of him.

She no longer cared that Reggie filled her with cum. The more they fucked, the better Reggie felt and the more agreeable she became toward him. She couldn't resist him anymore. She wanted him to stay inside her forever.

In bright moonlight flooding into the room through the bedroom window, extremely wet and messy from lovemaking, Christy observed how beautifully their two bodies contrasted: Reggie's hard muscles, her toned yet gentle curves; his dark complexion, her fair skin. They complemented each other perfectly -- like the moon in the night sky.

Dave didn't know about Reggie, and as Reggie had said, what Dave didn't know didn't happen. She was Reggie's girlfriend, and they could have each other when Dave was away. Exhausted from sex, and now secure in Reggie's embrace, she drifted back to sleep completing a difficult transition from Reggie's rape victim to his consenting adulterous partner.

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Outside the house the early morning had silenced the evening conversations of crickets. The moans from love-making made by Christy and Reggie much of the night had also ceased. In that quiet interval before the birds yet began their songs, light slowly replaced the sleepy darkness in Christy's bedroom, waking her.

Her pussy felt all crusty. How could she keep doing this with Reggie? It wasn't an act she performed for him to protect her family anymore. She had allowed herself to really become his girlfriend.

Christy turned to find Reggie lying beside her, staring at her with his dark brown eyes wide open as if he had been waiting for her to wake.

His hand glided down her tummy and between her legs. "Good morning, baby. My cock is hard again and ache bad."

His cock was hard and hurt badly every morning and all the time it seemed, his sex drive difficult to appease. How could he possibly be horny again after sex all night, until just a little while ago?

Her Grandpa used to call black men jungle bunnies. Never having been in a relationship with a black man, she thought it a racist term. But the description seemed to fit Reggie.

A twinge of sadness struck Christy. Grandpa would never approve of her doing this. Her parents wouldn't like it either. They were from time and place where black men didn't belong with white women. Christy was always the good girl who sought their approval and did the right things. Ironically, her relationship with Reggie formed from her efforts to shield the people who would most disapprove of what she was doing to protect them.

"I shouldn't have sex with you."

Reggie rolled on his back and pulled her on him. "Get on top and put my cock in your pussy like a good girl. You gonna start making love to me now, baby."

Christy was hesitant to make love to him, but she was beyond that boundary with Reggie. She slithered on to his muscular frame.

"Now put my cock in your pussy."

She reached down and fed his shaft into her slit, slowly impaling herself on it. "Tell me when you're going to cum, okay Reggie?"

"Ah... okay, baby. I will. I love you. Your tight pussy feel real good."

Once she took him fully inside her, he firmly grabbed her hips with his large hands and guided her movements until she instinctively took over. She leaned forward against his hard body, her pink, erect nipples poking into his chest.

"That good," Reggie encouraged. "Oh, I love you, baby." "Oh, I love you too, Reggie. You feel so good inside me."

The same audience of photographs on her dresser had watched this process evolve: the first time Reggie forcefully implanted seeds of corruption in Christy; his persistent cultivation over her continued objections; the blossoming moral decay as the well- endowed black man kept defiling the young housewife, adulterating Christy's purity and faithfulness to her husband.

Behind these pictures stood a mirror and Reggie observed the reflection of Christy's beautiful curves, her smooth, firm, buttocks -- her perfectly shaped ass humping his slick, black rod. He could see the pink membranes of her labia appearing and disappearing as she slid up and down on his shaft, coating it with silky secretions like the sincerest of scenes in a pornographic movie.

The situation seemed surreal to Christy. A month ago, she had never thought about being with another person besides Dave -- certainly not someone a different race from

her own. Now she was fucking this incredibly muscular black man with an insanely large penis and acquiring feelings for him.

"Oh my God, oh," Christy moaned as her eyes rolled in their sockets. She orgasmed so quickly with Reggie and Dave had never made her cum.

The phone rang, jerking Christy back to reality like an alarm abruptly ending an enjoyable dream. It must be Dave calling before work, she thought. She started lifting herself from Reggie's huge, black cock, but his hands held firmly around her hips and forced her back down-- the entire length of his thick, long shaft returning inside her, each inch more pleasurable than the last and re-enforcing their bond.

"Don't stop until we both satisfied and finished, baby." "But my phone..."

Her pelvic motions subtly resumed.

"That it... keep making love to me, no interruption to our union. You not leaving me with a painful hard-on, are you? It'll hurt me even worse if you stop now when we in the middle of things and connected like this."

She shared the connection with him and didn't want to end it prematurely before reaching relief, especially with it hurting him more from needing to ejaculate. Christy shook her head, slowly sliding her pussy up and down on Reggie's hard cock, soothing it while he reached for her phone.

"No, don't answer it, Reggie--not while we're doing this." He answered it anyway. She prayed it wasn't Dave calling. "Hi Dave, how you doing, man?" Reggie asked.

Christy's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Reggie greet her husband. Her fear quickly became anger. She was fucking Reggie and it was Dave's fault. Dave wanted her to treat Reggie nice and now she was doing just that. Would this make Dave happy? Dave was unwittingly chatting on the phone with Reggie while Reggie was actually inside her!

For weeks Reggie had been fucking her and Dave never suspected. Why didn't Dave worry that Reggie might make a pass at her? He had only asked Christy once about the possibility and readily accepted her lie. He never questioned the excuses she gave him for the marks Reggie left on her; didn't notice how often she changed their bed sheets, and most hurtful of all, he didn't seem to miss having sex with her. Dave was either incredibly naïve or didn't care.

Why couldn't Dave be persistent when she declined his advances? Refusals never stopped Reggie from taking her. Reggie couldn't resist her. He wanted her more than anything, certainly more than Dave did.

"Fine. You see that Lakers game? Me neither, buddy." Reggie grinned at her while listening to Dave on the phone. "I've been busy with school, man, doing a lot of studying for final exams. Christy? Oh she being a lot nicer to me. Yeah, I'll be happy to help her if she need anything. Yea, man, we're getting to be friends. She right here. Hold on."

Reggie handed Christy her phone.

Christy looked mortified. How could she speak with Dave while Reggie was inside her-- while she was fucking Reggie?

She had no choice but to talk to him. "Hi Dave, how are you?" she asked.

She struggled to focus on her conversation with Dave, her hips momentarily stopping. Reggie grabbed her firm ass with both hands, and again forced her to resume riding on his penis. She quietly listened to her husband on her phone and absently replied to him while slowly melding with Reggie. "Uh-huh... yes... I'm being nice to him and helping him study... okay... I guess."

Remembering her pussy's reply when he massaged her anus, Reggie embraced her, parted her ass cheeks and gently pressed his index finger into her anus.

Christy didn't want Dave to hear, silently allowing Reggie to proceed, understanding absolutely nothing Dave said. If Dave only knew the studying Reggie was doing with her, he would have felt differently about his supposed friend, Christy more intimate with Reggie than Dave could ever imagine.

"Relax, baby," Reggie whispered in Christy's other ear as he pushed his finger deep inside her tight, pink asshole. "You gonna like this."

"Ooh... Dave. I miss you so much," Christy exclaimed while in Reggie's embrace, her naked body against his, his huge black cock deep inside her pussy and his finger penetrating her anus.

Her voice sounded odd to Dave, almost melodic. "What are you doing right now?" Dave inquired.

"Um, helping Reggie study Black History. We took advantage of African Americans, Dave. They've suffered from systemic racism. We're privileged and owe them restitution. I'm getting ready to do laundry. Reggie wants me to try his new detergent."

"If you need anything while I'm gone, Reggie said he'll be glad to help you," Dave said.

Dave had no idea how Reggie was already helping her.

Reggie's finger went all the way up Christy's anus, with the rest of his hand firmly grasping the crack between her two cheeks. She never felt anything like having a gigantic cock in her pussy and a large finger working her asshole at the same time. The double penetration was incredible. A virgin to anal sex, and Reggie unfairly exploiting that very erogenous part of her body while she spoke to her husband on the phone.

She had to get off the phone quickly, before one of them lost control and moaned, before something was accidentally said that raised Dave's suspicions. Christy pretended to have a bad signal. "What's that honey? Hello? Dave? Can you hear me? If you can hear me, I love you and I'll call you back later..."

Christy ended Dave's call and turned off her phone, so he couldn't call back.

"You told him you loved him," Reggie said to her after she turned her phone off. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The phone slipped from her hand, landing on the floor next to the bed.

"You're inside me, not him. I've only made love with you for over a month. I don't know why you still need me to say it because it's fait accompli at this point. I love you and I'm your girlfriend, Reggie." She French-kissed him, her hands running up his hard body, across his burly chest and around his neck.

She thought she loved Dave, but this powerful gangster ignited something more in Christy, a devoted female left unprotected for an alpha male to take gratification with too many times. He bought her gifts, wanted to love and care for her, forced her to experience pleasure with him.

Christy resisted, but Reggie's persistence seeped into her psyche, gradually undermining and saturating it. Prolonged intimacy germinated emotional bonds between them.

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Dave reclined in his comfortable living room chair, sipping another beer and watching the Cowboys play against the Dolphins with Reggie. "It's good to be back, buddy. I missed seeing the games while I was in Amarillo."

Sharing their home with Reggie turned out to be a fantastic arrangement that allowed them to keep their house. But Reggie received a far better deal than Dave realized.

Dave didn't notice the changes that occurred between his wife and Reggie -- how much friendlier they were; how she sat close to Reggie on the couch when watching television; how her eyes would sometimes follow Reggie when he walked into the

room.

Dave knew his wife, and she would never cheat on him.

Christy wore red bikini briefs that Reggie had bought for her to bed that evening. Dave lay beside her, gently rubbing Christy's shoulders, not realizing the sexy lingerie she wore were gifts from another man who was frequently inside her.

Dave missed having sex with his wife.

Dave put on his condom and began making love to Christy with what now reminded her of a little boy's penis. She recognized how deficient Dave was having been with someone far more endowed.

Penis size became important to Christy, regardless of what some experts claimed, and Dave couldn't satisfy the penchant for big black cock Reggie instilled in Christy against her will.

She missed Reggie's hard muscles, the ways he held her, kissed her, touched her, the sensation of his large, unsheathed penis, his deep penetration, the unity and closeness to him from the combination of these things.

She couldn't cum and now neither could Dave. He unexplainably lost his erection right in the middle of things before having an orgasm. He never did this before.

"What happened, honey? Are you okay?" "I'm sorry, Christy. I don't know."

She could see his embarrassment. "It's okay, Dave. I love you."

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Reggie phoned one of his lieutenants with an order. "Hi Byron, how sales going?"

It was a rhetorical question. Demand for illegal drugs was always good and sales were always up, unless there was a major bust.

"Hey dog, I need you to get me more of them Sleeping Beauties. I've only got a few left."

Reggie had earned his high-ranking status in the drug trade by never using the garbage he dealt. He had been secretly giving the pharmaceutical grade compound-- used medically for anesthesia and on the street, mixed with heroin and a few other naughty substances, as a date rape drug-- to Dave to help him sleep, and had gone through most of his supply. One of the convenient side-effects of the drug was male impotence.

After speaking with Byron and placing his order, Reggie grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and opened them.

Dave sat on his recliner, Christy by herself on the sofa. She briefly noticed how the brown beer bottles Reggie held matched his gorgeous mocha complexion.

Reggie smiled handing Dave the bottle of Michelob he had already opened for him in the kitchen, condensation dripping down the cold glass like beads of sweat. "Here you go, my Brother. Drink up."

After bumping bottles with Reggie in a toast, Dave guzzled his third brew.

A little while later, Dave dozed off, the dim glow from the television providing the only light in the room and giving each of their complexions a ghostly appearance.

Christy had fallen asleep as well, her head resting on Reggie's shoulder. Reggie's hand rubbed her inner thigh and then stealthily moved to her crotch. He unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand inside her panties.

"Oh, yes, oh, that feels good," Christy quietly murmured in her sleep. "Oh, I'm your girlfriend and I love you." She was having a familiar dream as he masturbated her. She awoke, grabbed his wrist and tried prying his hand away from her.

"No, Reggie. Stop. Not now and not here. Dave will wake up and see us," she whispered. If Dave woke it wouldn't be good.

"He ain't waking up tonight, so don't you worry about him, baby. I've taken care of that."

Christy wasn't sure exactly what Reggie meant, but he pulled her onto his lap as if Dave wasn't there.

Reggie's fingers moved faster inside Christy's pants and her face contorted from an orgasm. "No, please stop," she quietly mewled, Reggie defiantly pulling down her jeans and panties right in front of her husband.

Wet sounds filled the room. They faced Dave with her legs spread open as she straddled Reggie's lap.

Reggie flashed Dave the pink insides of his wife's glistening pussy, gingerly separating her labia with his black fingers. Dave, however, peacefully slept, ignorant of all that was occurring in front of him.

How could he just sleep there like that while Reggie molested her right in front of him? How could he let this keep happening to her without ever coming to her rescue? She twisted with discomfort, Reggie's arm around her thin waist holding her in his lap. Her fidgeting subsided as orgasm approached. Reggie removed Christy's shirt and bra, his hand sliding to her cute breasts, tweaking her nipples, and his other hand working her quivering pussy.

Christy quietly struggled to stop Reggie, fearful of Dave waking and seeing them, and angry that he kept sleeping and didn't help her.

Reggie pulled down his gym shorts, placing his enormous, brown cock inside Christy's tight, pink cunt. Her tiny body writhed on his huge pole, his fingers messaging her engorged clit, his black rod travelling in and out of her tight pink folds. The way his entire cock fit inside her seemed to defy the laws of physics. Dave continued peacefully sleeping while his gorgeous wife was fucked by Reggie right in front of him.

She silently squirmed in Reggie's lap, trying to stop before Dave woke; but Dave never opened his eyes.

Reggie took his time. He grabbed Christy's chin, turned her face and they French- kissed.

"Mmmm, mmmm," Christy moaned while his tongue explored her mouth. Her hips began moving with determination, euphoria bonding them together along with his deep penetration Dave was incapable of delivering. Dave couldn't even maintain an erection. She didn't care anymore if Dave saw them. Dave, it seemed, had been asleep since Reggie moved in with them -- all those times he went to work and left her for Reggie to take.

Reggie came and his semen filled her completely, flowing down his shaft, while her throbbing cunt milked every squirt from him. It was the wee hour of the morning when Christy left his lap. She spoke softly into his ear, "Come to bed with me, okay?"

Reggie gladly followed and the two went to bed, leaving Dave alone in the living room to sleep off what Reggie had secretly put in his beer.

*************

Spring and Summer had passed, the days grew shorter, and the trees began losing their leaves. The cold night wind carried on lonely conversations with the eaves of the house while Dave slept soundly.

Christy stared into Reggie's dark brown eyes as he prepared to enter her. "Promise me you won't hurt him when he finds out."

"I promise I'll always take care of you and I won't hurt him." "Are you sure he won't wake up tonight?"

Reggie sunk his cock into her warm welcoming pussy. "We won't have to worry about him this evening, baby."

They seldom worried about Dave waking anymore.

"Why you worried about him finding out about us anyway when he can't even make love to you anymore? Seems to me he not even attracted to you."

"I told you about that in confidence, Reggie. Please don't ever let him know I told you."

"I won't, baby. But a man who can't even get hard for his woman don't deserve to have her. Who do you think love you more?"

"You do, Reggie. But what about your homeboys? Have they tried contacting you since you left drug dealing?"

"No, baby. I told you I'm threw with them. I gave it all up for you."

The sound of lovemaking -- the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two souls lost in passion -- grew louder. They left the bedroom door ajar as if no one else was in the house, their two shadowy figures moving in unison as moonlight flooded in through the window.

Reggie's time to be with her had arrived. His shrewd decision to quickly seize opportunity and take advantage of a young, desperate couple lacking sense paid off.

"Oh, ooh, yes. Ooh, uh-huh, I'm your girlfriend and I love you, Reggie. You feel so good inside me."

"Oh, yeah, I love you too, baby, more than anything else. You gonna always be mine. I'm never gonna let you go."

Christy's beautiful blue eyes stared into Reggie's dark brown ones as they made love. She had missed her period last month, and that altered her relationship with him entirely. In eight more months, Dave, her relatives, and her friends would all finally know the truth.

Her parents and grandparents would be upset that she cheated on her husband and had sex with a black man, but they would live with it. After all, the baby was going to by their grandchild. Dave would likely not be as understanding, but she would never take an innocent, unborn baby's life, so Reggie would always be a permanent part of her family.

Perhaps it was a defensive mechanism that distorted her recollection of how her relationship with Reggie started-- the violence and coercion he had once used on her. As she considered their history together from greater distances in time, she forgot much of his early cruelty and overlooked his criminal past. He wanted her more than Dave did. He physically satisfied her more than Dave could, bought her nice things, and treated her kindly once she accepted him.

The past didn't matter anymore anyway. Part of Reggie was growing inside her. He was the father of the baby in her womb, and her long affair with him would finally become obvious to Dave and everyone else when she gave birth. Everyone would soon know the truth about her relationship with this black man. She loved Reggie and he promised to take care of her and the baby. That was all that mattered.

"Oh, yes, your big black cock feels so good in me. Oh, I'm cumming for you, Reggie. Cum inside me now. I love you, I'll always be your girlfriend, and I'm going to have your beautiful baby."

The End