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"I love you and I'm your girlfriend. Your cock is so deep inside me. Oh, it feels good." She couldn't stop hearing herself repeat those awful phrases he made her keep saying to him. He was a despicable d**g dealer, murderer, gangster, and r****t 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 what their bodies kept doing with each other. Although Reggie had coerced her into having sex, they had engaged in it enough to begin influencing her feelings for him in irrational ways, especially 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 had become more complaisant the longer this immoral act continued. Her prolonged victimization caused Christy to question if Reggie had actually seduced her. What he did to her felt good and made her orgasm, and this filled her with guilt and made her believe she was partially responsible for what was happening to her. "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 either, 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 had 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 for me now, Reggie."

He felt her pussy tightly squeezing his cock in another series of orgasmic fits. There was no way she was faking this one. "Oh, yeah, baby. That what I'm talking about. Good girl. I love you and I love when you do that for me. You showing me how much you like this and expressing love for 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? Reggie had promised to pull out. She couldn't remember how many times he came today, but they were orgasming together now.

"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 anyway. "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 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 — more than any normal man. His huge testicles made too much sperm and Christy thought this was probably the reason why he was so aggressive and demanded sex so frequently. He likely couldn't help himself. "Oh.. you're cumming so much this time," she absently remarked.

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

"Ooh, Reggie... it's so much," she repeated staring down at his cock, mesmerized by the way it fired it's warm ammunition all over her belly, like a gun in her hand.

His penis was becoming softer and had finally stopped spewing semen. "Are you done?" she softly 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 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 married white pussy was like hunting quarry and he enjoyed the sport of it. His nicest trophy was lying in bed, her womb filled with his semen and her body covered with it. Christy was a keeper.

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 had 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 did to her.

She had lost count of how many times she came and resented what he made her say and do to him, the way he had forced her body to respond in ways she didn't want. Did her orgasms really 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 disturbing thoughts. Dave would be home shortly. She got out of the bed and hurriedly changed the sheets, noticing a disgusting wet spot left on one of them. After making the bed, Christy took a shower to eliminate the last remaining evidence of what had occurred.

The after-sex shower where she used a washcloth to remove Reggie's cum from her vagina was becoming a ritual. She didn't want him staying in her body, but she knew his penis had gone far inside her and that some of him would remain anyway. She kept remembering how much semen he produced. It seemed to blast from his penis like water from a firehouse when he orgasmed.

Her pussy felt a little sore this time. Over the weekend she hadn't had sex with him, and her vagina must have tightened some. He was so much thicker, longer and harder than Dave.

It seemed like ages since she made love to Dave, and it was because of Reggie.

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

Christy began making supper moments before Dave's arrival. Dave returned home 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, yet failing to recognize the full extent of Christy's anguish. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying or something," he remarked.

Christy and Reggie glanced at each other for a moment. Her mouth opened but words failed her. "Um..."

Panic set in. She didn't know what to say. If the wrong words left her lips, things could quickly turn ugly. She looked down at the dish she had been preparing and tried to gather her thoughts. The ingredients in the pot provided an excuse.

She forced a grin and gave a girlish giggle. "No, 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 had been crying. 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 really had no inkling that his gorgeous wife was getting fucked by a big black cock when he went to work. How could Dave possibly be that ignorant? But it was working out well for Reggie. Dave was young and he was naïve like Christy had been before Reggie began m*****ing her. The smile on Reggie's face grew bigger as he took another beer for himself and went into the living room with Dave pretending to be his friend.

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 had 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 had made her suck on 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 had 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 he did to her and 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 her to experience. Dave had never made her cum.

She was getting wet! What was wrong with her and how had she become seduced by this evil gangster? She became angry with herself for staring at Reggie's bulge and having perverse thoughts. He had ****d 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 her.

Dave's question made Christy remember how she had spent the day and filled her with more guilt. "A couple of prospects maybe," she nervously replied without further 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 uncomfortable hearing Dave say it to her now. Her 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 kind of short notice, but I jumped at the opportunity to earn some 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. Reggie, on the other hand, had more cash than he could spend by selling d**gs and ruining lives. It seemed so unfair to Christy.

Christy noticed Reggie — who sat across from her — grin as she tried to maintain composure. She knew why he was smiling. It was like a sick, inside joke she shared with Reggie that excluded her husband.

But the joke wasn't funny. Dave couldn't leave her alone with Reggie for two entire weeks. Dave had no idea what that would mean — who Reggie was and what he would make her do with him. "Oh, Dave, I don't want you to go and leave me. Can I come with you?"

"I'm afraid not. The company is making us share hotel rooms and the insurance doesn't allow non-employees to travel in the vehicles."

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Reggie asked if he could ride along 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 missed her last opportunity to be alone with her husband for the next two weeks.

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. Then Christy felt Reggie's hand glide up her inner thigh and begin to rub her crotch.

"Please stop touching me, Reggie."

"Don't try and pretend you don't like it. You get real wet and cum an awful lot every time we make love. Your pussy don't lie to me, baby."

What she had done with Reggie more times than she wanted to remember wasn't making love. Silent tears began flowing from Christy's eyes and trickled down her cheeks as she drove home. Reggie's hand was messaging her pussy through her yoga pants. She thought about how distant she was becoming from Dave, how they hadn't made love in weeks because of what Reggie was doing to her.

Reggie had fucked her almost every day when Dave went to work. Now Dave was leaving her alone with Reggie for two weeks. Dave wouldn't be home in the evenings, nor on the weekends to give her any reprieve from this horrible sex monster that lived with them. It seemed like Reggie never tired of sex. 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. Christy had begun showing signs of accepting him during intercourse, but he wanted their relationship to expand past the bedroom. Reggie preferred the challenge of white women, especially ones married to white men. After learning that Christy wasn't taking birth control, Reggie had begun fantasizing about her flat stomach swelling with a bastard black baby inside it; watching her nurse a black baby with her beautiful white tits heavy with nourishing milk and made that way by a black man— preferably himself.

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 little while. She didn't know exactly where to go. She didn't have enough money for a hotel, couldn't risk the questions friends or family would ask if she went to them, and if she stayed away too long, Reggie might make good on his threats. But none of that mattered. She needed to get away from him.

Reggie had anticipated her intentions. "Pull into the garage, Christy."

She became defiant. She needed time to figure things out. "No, Reggie, I'm not staying alone with you. I'll go somewhere else for a while."

Surprised by Christy's sudden courage, Reggie needed to take the fight out of her and make her obedient. "I warned you before about ever crossing me. We finally getting some decent time alone without your husband coming home to interrupt us, and you wanna go someplace else to stay? You staying right here with me and you gonna love me. You my girlfriend and you better act like it."

She would never be his girlfriend and didn't want to pretend she was anymore.

He began unbuttoning Christy's pants there in the driveway.

How could he attempt 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."


She began struggling with him.

Unfortunately for Christy, no one was there to see them or offer her help. It was the middle of a weekday, and beside the drone of a distant lawnmower, the neighborhood was sunny and still, the nearby houses empty shells, everyone either at work or out shopping.

Christy's small hands were no match for Reggie. He quickly unfastened her pants and slid his fingers inside her panties.

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

He located her clit and pinched it. "You keep forgetting that you don't have a choice. I thought you was getting smart about it, but I guess you need to be roughed up again to remind you, huh?"

Christy discovered her clitoris delivered pain as effectively as it delivered pleasure. An agonizing jolt travelled through her nerves like a paralyzing electrical shock that quickly vanquished every ounce of her bravery. "Ow! You're hurting me. I'm sorry. Yes, yes, I'm your girlfriend. I'll be good."

With his free hand, Reggie calmly pushed the button on the remote and opened the garage door. "That's a better attitude. You don't want me contacting my homeboys to have them hurt your family. Now, pull the car in, baby."

She pulled in, and the garage door closed behind them.

"Give me your keys, Christy."

Only one thought was in her brain: stop the terrible pain. She complied, and Reggie's excruciating grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands gripped the steering wheel. She looked down in disgust, watching Reggie's fingers work inside her blue silk undies. She was getting moist for him.

The pain was gone, but Reggie had her car keys — her means of escape. She tried to think of a way to get them back, but it was becoming difficult to concentrate, a different distraction gaining her attention. Her pussy was getting wetter, more receptive to being touched.

Christy squeezed her eyes shut to stop watching her own m*****ation, but the sound of Reggie's fingers splashing in her silky secretions was becoming just as disturbing as what she saw with her eyes open. Why did her body keep doing this for him? "Oh, Reggie, please don't."

She felt messy down there and embarrassed by her body's reaction, which contradicted her feelings of repulsion.

"You see how much nicer it is when you obey me?"

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

"It ain't coming out until I think you ready," he said.

Reggie worked her intimate folds, enjoying the expressions of emotional disdain mixed with physical pleasure displayed on her face. Christy's face contorted from conflict and suggested to Reggie that he was successfully wearing her down. He finally withdrew his wet fingers from her pussy and licked her tasty juices from them. "Mmm, you so sweet baby. I love you."

Christy sheepishly watched Reggie lick her secretions from his fingers and relish her flavor. He had no right to touch her the way he did, to taste her and know her so intimately. At least for the moment he had stopped fondling her. The welcome break allowed her to regain control of her body and thoughts.

Her thoughts cleared, but he had left her with a tumescent clitoris. Horribly, she was becoming used to him making her clit hard like this and relieving it by making her orgasm. He made her body want to cum, and like a haunting melody she remembered the phrases he had made her say to him repeatedly while they fucked: I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Your big cock is so deep and feels so good inside me.

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

"You ready to go inside the house with me and get some loving?"

She dreaded getting 'loving' from him again, even with her clit left the way it was from the perverse attention this monster gave it. She tried to think of a way out of her wretched 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? Would anyone believe Reggie had ****d her so many times, yet she didn't report his crime, tell her husband or seek any kind of help until now?

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

Most importantly, could the police protect her family from Reggie's 'homeboys'? His thugs already had their instructions if anything happened to him. The law hadn't protected his other victims.

Reggie expected her to cooperate and pretend to be his girlfriend. He promised to be nice to her and love her if she did. But if she crossed him, if anyone found out about him, he promised to have Dave, her family and her friends horribly tortured and killed.

One thing became apparent to Christy: 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 as any normal man eager to just get his rocks off would do, Reggie seemed more obsessed with her.

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 re-buttoned her pants.

Reggie couldn't wait to sink his hard cock inside her wet cunt again as he watched her tight ass sashay in front of him toward the door. He had always fantasized about a situation like this, fucking a young, married white girl, and forcing her to orgasm— making her betray her husband with a black man. 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.

Christy reached the door to the house 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 cock push against her back. She didn't want him inside her again, causing her to humiliatingly orgasm, each one a damaging betrayal of her marriage with Dave.

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

Christy's flight caught Reggie off-guard 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 more might have been enough time for Christy to set the lock and call 911. But Reggie had already turned the knob. Her feet slid along the hardwood floor unable to gain purchase as she attempted holding the door closed with all the weight of her petite body.

"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. He had made her caress them while giving him oral sex. 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.

Reggie's humongous scrotum should have been an easy target for Christy, but somehow, her foot missed it. Like holding a useless gun after shooting its only bullet, Christy was now helpless. He had averted her kick and punched her in the gut as he had done on previous occasions.

The blow incapacitated Christy, her hands holding her stomach as she gasped for air.

"You want it rough today, baby? I thought you was smarter than this, and that you had learned by now. You know 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 unbuttoned her khakis.

She unsuccessfully clutched the waistband of her pants, but Reggie roughly jerked them down as they slipped from her grasp like an important paper carried away by a strong wind.

"Oh, yeah, you gonna get lots of 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.

Once more, Dave missed Christy in sexy lingerie. How could that white boy be so gullible? While he slaved at a menial job to earn a couple bucks, his innocent wife was home getting tapped by the nigger he foolishly let move in with them, Reggie thought.

Dave had allowed Reggie, a stranger, into their home without even a background check, and then left Christy alone with him every day. Dave deserved to lose his gorgeous wife for being stupid. That dumb white boy was clueless how his faithful wife was getting her pussy drilled by big black cock.

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. "Please... no, not again. No more."

"Oh, yes, we doing it again, baby, and we gonna keep doing it until you admit you like it, until you tell me you love me and mean it. You gonna cum for your black boyfriend some more. Don't cry about it. I'm gonna love you, baby." His fingers resumed delicately stroking her clitoris, still somewhat tumescent from his previous attentions and about to be returned to a fully engorged state.

Reggie liked making her clitoris firm, making her cum and experience a perversion of love where intense pleasure coursing through her veins was caused by the man she had looked down upon, in spite of her desire to remain faithful to Dave. Reggie believed if he did this to her enough, her affection for her husband would ultimately wan and transfer to him.

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.

"I told you things would be easier if you do what I say and stop resisting. I love you and 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 stopped gasping for air, catching most of her breath. "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 family."

Reggie smiled at his victory. Christy couldn't fight it. She tried being a tiger, but he made her purr like a pussycat. "That's a better attitude, baby. I gonna make it feel real good for you. Don't resist no more. I don't wanna be mean again. I wanna love you."

He masturbated her, and she desperately wished it wouldn't feel good, but it did. "No... don't...ooh...please."

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

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

"Stop it? But it feel good there, don't it? We just getting started, baby. You gotta cum before we stop."

Christy tried ignoring her pussy, fought to gather her thoughts. "No, please don't make me do that for you again, Reggie. I'm married to Dave and this is wrong. 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 keep hurting you and threatening your people."

His hand still inside her panties, Reggie observed Christy become tense, her eyes fill with a dreamy haze, and her mouth gape as his fingers 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 each time he made her cum — the black man her naïve husband had let move in with them.

"Please... no... stop," Christy mewled. She didn't want it to feel good and futilely fought not to orgasm.

"That's it, baby, keep cumming for me. It feels good, don't it?" 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... Oh, ooh, but my pussy — he keeps touching me there 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? Dave would be gone for two weeks. This situation was perfect.

She recovered from her orgasm and looked at Reggie with her beautiful blue eyes. "Okay, you made me cum, now please 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 orgasm nearing. "Oh, no, please, Reggie... don't, no more."

Reggie watched her eyes become dreamy again and her tension grow. Paralyzed by another pleasure wave, she released his wrist and allowed his fingers to work unhindered.

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

"That's it, baby. Let it happen. Let me treat you right." He took the opportunity to pull down her briefs.

Christy was on the verge of an atomic release when Reggie removed his hand from her pussy and quickly undressed. His fantastically large cock sprang out 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 previous stroking.

He had made her body so responsive that she hardly protested his invasive actions, what he had said to her moments ago echoing in her brain: he loves me and wants to treat me right. She was so close to cumming, and like catchy advertising slogans, she couldn't stop the phrases he had made her say to him the previous times they fucked from replaying in her head: I'm his girlfriend and I love him. His big black cock feels so good in my pussy.

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 two energized parts making sparks of pleasure upon contact with each other.

Christy was filled with contradictions. Highly aroused, her primitive brain demanded sex, but the evolved portions 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 and I love you, Reggie. But can you wear a condom for me this time? I know it feels better 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 know about us if I have your baby, Reggie. But we can use his rubbers."

Was he finally starting to win her over? Christy didn't need to be coached this time into saying she was his girlfriend and loved him. She admitted a preference for not using barrier protection, and only wanted it so her husband wouldn't find out Reggie was fucking her. Reggie knew how to get into a girl's head. Christy needed to be rewarded, and her good behavior reinforced.

Reggie never used condoms. But he knew there was no way Dave's rubbers could fit him anyway. He replied tenderly to Christy. "I love you too, baby. I'll always take care of you. Since you asking nicely and doing what I want, I'll wear a rubber for you this time, but you put it on me, okay?"

"Okay, Reggie. I'll put it on you," she gratefully replied. She fumbled to open the packet. She had watched Dave put on condoms, but she had never put one on a man's penis herself before.

Reggie moved up and straddled her chest, his thick, brown penis almost reaching Christy's nose. She nervously tried to get the elastic membrane to cover his cock. But the rubbers, which easily fit her husband, did not come close to Reggie's size.

She held his cock with both hands while trying to put the rubber on him. She appreciated 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 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 watched sparkles fly from the tiny diamond in Christy's engagement ring as her dainty white fingers frantically gripped his humongous brown dick. "I can't wait much longer, baby. My balls ache".

"Please, Reggie — I almost have it."

"Owe, baby. That's going to be way too tight and it's going to hurt me if you do get it on 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. I promise I'll pull out. Just don't fight it. Let me love you. Act like you love me back. If you're nice to me I'll take it out before I cum."

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, oh... no... you're going in too quickly this time, Reggie. Oh."

He carefully pushed his length into her. "Hush, it gonna be okay. Nice and easy. I gotta put it all inside you now, baby. You made me wait too long trying to put that stupid rubber on me. I can't hold back. You feel too good."

Christy's faces of discomfort entertained Reggie. He watched her twist the sheets in her fists as he went deeper.

"Ow, it hurts, it hurts, Reggie. Please, slower...oh — no more."

"I'm trying to go slow, baby. You showing me how much you love me by taking me. Oh, yeah, that's it. You feel so good, baby, and you really my girlfriend. I'm all inside you. What you gonna say back to your boyfriend now, baby?"

"Ow, oh, okay, I love you. Oh, I'm your girlfriend, but it hurts."

"It only gonna hurt for a little while. You gonna start liking it soon, baby."

He was right. Her vaginal muscles had quickly begun adjusting to his size, her pain abating. She wanted Reggie to cum quickly and finish with her. But she was familiar with Reggie's talent, which Dave lacked, of controlling his orgasms, of humiliating her by always making her cum multiple times.

Reggie could go almost an entire hour without cumming. Eventually, his cock would erupt like a violent gusher. After a short recovery, he would be ready 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, questioning to herself 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? It was Dave's fault this was happening, and she was having intercourse with Reggie.

Reggie astutely read Christy's emotions. Apparently, she was becoming more comfortable with their relationship, and to having unprotected sex with him, the more he forced her to do it. Small, gradual steps, but progress, and with a little more time, she would be entirely his.

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

"You promise you'll pull out for me?"

"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. Stop making me do this with you. Oh... oh... no... don't make me do this to Dave. This is wrong."

"Don't worry. We not doing nothing wrong to Dave. If he don't ever know about us, it'll be like nothing ever happened. Oh, yeah, baby... you feel so good. You protecting Dave and your family. It's okay for you to love me and your husband. I got lots of money to buy you whatever you want. Just keep quiet about me and I'll take care of you and make you happy. Say you my girlfriend, that you love me and that I feel good inside you."

"Oh, ooh, okay Reggie. Ah, ooh, I promise I won't say anything. Ooh, ooh, just don't hurt them, ooh. Oh, I'm your girlfriend. Ah, I love you. Ah, oh, oh, uh-huh, it feels so good. Oh, your cock is so big. You're so deep inside me. Oh god."

She began sounding convincing to Reggie. But was she just appeasing him?

"Oh, that feels good. Oh, uh-huh, oh Reggie, I can't... I can't keep doing this with you." 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..."

Pussy always told the truth and her body was confirming what her lips had professed. "Does my big black cock feel good in your pussy? You starting to like it, baby? That's-a-girl. Don't fight it no more. Cum for me."

Christy gave in to her body. Her anger and shame were washed away by tidal waves of ecstasy.

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

His announcement abruptly interrupted Christy's sexual musings. She stared into Reggie's eyes. "Please pull out; don't cum in me again 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 and watched his penis fire white, gooey jism all over her body in rapid succession, like a fully automatic machine gun, raining warm semen on her face, tits and in her belly button.

Reggie wiped his cock along Christy's engorged clitoris, causing her to make involuntary coital movements.

His penis was dangerously close to entering her again, with cum still shooting from its tip. Christy's body wanted him back inside her. "No, don't put it there," she whimpered to him, her hips rising to accept his return.

He ignored her, teased her, and ran the head of his cock along her pink folds, leaving a trail of semen all around the entrance of Christy's pussy. Aware of how aroused and responsive she remained he resisted the urge to put himself back inside her.

He rubbed his cum into her smooth white skin. He scooped the puddle of his spooge out of her belly button and spread it all along her tummy. He proceeded up to her tits and used the slippery spunk on her erect nipples. He collected the last of it that had landed on her face and rubbed some of it on her lips. "Show me that you love me and swallow me."

Christy opened her mouth for Reggie, as if under some sort of spell, and allowed his thumb to place a glob of his semen on her tongue. The physical contact they kept having was beginning to undermine her dislike of him.

Dave was gone, and Christy felt like he had abandoned her. She had wanted to avoid this situation, but for the next two weeks Reggie was going to be here alone with her and there was little she could do about it. Perhaps she needed to just accept what that meant. If she complied with his wishes Reggie would be kind to her. He withdrew this time before he came. He had bought her expensive undergarments and said he would buy anything else she wanted. He kept telling her that he loved her.

She was unable to conceal how aroused he made her when they had sex, and there was no use trying to deny it anymore either. He had put himself inside her and they had experienced each other's passion.