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The exercise helped take her mind off what Reggie had done to her again yesterday. Christy had gone to the gym early in the morning, finished a good swim, got in some strength training, and returned home to take a shower, all before the sun had risen.
A cool breeze blew through her golden hair as she finished running home from the gym and reached the front of her house. The stars brightly twinkled in the pre-dawn sky, and a sliver of the moon hung low in the horizon as if bidding farewell to another night. All the windows in her house were dark as she approached, except one. The light from her bedroom window indicated Dave was awake and getting ready for work.
When Christy entered the bedroom, Dave greeted her with his usual smile, completely unaware of what had been transpiring between his wife and Reggie. "Why up so early this morning, Christy? Did you have problems sleeping again last night?"
He buckled his belt, sat down on the edge of their bed—in the exact same spot where Reggie had fucked her yesterday— and reached for his work boots.
Christy was filled with guilt and shame. She did have problems sleeping last night, but she couldn't tell Dave the real reason why. "I guess I'm a little apprehensive about that job interview today, so I ran to the gym and got in an early workout."
"You're incredible, Christy. I wish I had half the energy you seem to have. That's how you keep your gorgeous figure."
Dave's comment was supposed to be a complement, but Christy wished she wasn't so attractive because beauty had become her curse.
"Dave?" she asked softly as he was tying his boot.
He looked up at her. "What, sweetheart?"
"If I get this job maybe we can give Reggie back his lease money, sell the house, and move somewhere more affordable."
His eyebrows lifted as he listened to her. "I thought you loved this house, Christy. Why do you want to sell it now? Eventually the market will come back and we can sell then if you want."
She looked at the floor like a c***d caught in a lie. "I don't know, Dave. I just don't like having to share our home. I think it would be better if we had some place smaller for just the two of us."
"I don't think we can sell for what we owe. We're upside down on the mortgage. We'd have to do a short sale and that would really ruin our credit for a long time. We've already been late on a few bills and I don't know if we'd even qualify for a new loan. We should be able to make ends meet now with the extra income from Reggie though. I think it'd be best to hold on to the house until the market recovers. Besides, Reggie wouldn't be too happy about having to pack all his things and move out after he just moved in. It wouldn't be very nice of us to do that to him."
If Dave knew the truth about Reggie, he wouldn't have been so concerned about upsetting him. Dave always wanted to be everyone's friend, and some people took advantage of his trusting nature. In this instance, it was Christy paying the price. "I guess so," Christy softly replied with a hint of sadness in her voice. She turned toward the bathroom to bathe and get ready for her interview.
The interview she had missed the first time Reggie ****d her was with Brightman Enterprises. The company must have been really interested in hiring Christy because they rescheduled her for today instead of hiring someone else.
She needed this job. It was a position as an account executive, and not only would it provide necessary income, but it would advance her career.
Dave had already left for work when Christy finished showering and exited the bathroom. She thought he would still be home, but he had gone in early it seemed. She had felt safe from Reggie while Dave was around. Alone and unprotected, she quickly finished dressing in business attire and put on some makeup in a hurry to avoid Reggie.
The house was quiet, and she didn't think Reggie was awake yet, but when she went into the kitchen there he was, wearing only his underwear and standing in front of the refrigerator as if he had been waiting to ambush her. The muscles in his arms, chest and stomach bulged beneath his dark skin like waves in a restless ocean, and a huge protrusion caused by his massive erection pushed against the fabric of his boxers like a pole holding up a circus tent.
"Who you all dolled-up for today, baby?" Reggie asked with a sickening smile that revealed his gladness over catching her. The blue dress Christy wore hugged her delicious curves and reached a few inches above her knees, showing off her slender legs. Light makeup further accented her already gorgeous blue eyes and pouty lips. Her soft blond hair flowed past her shoulders like rays of sunshine. She was enticing and Reggie couldn't resist her.
This was the perverted monster that had m*****ed and ****d her multiple times. Christy looked up at him with disgust and answered coldly. "I have a job interview. I told you before to stop calling me baby. I'm not your baby. I would appreciate it if you put on some clothes."
With the swiftness of a viper's bite, his hand grabbed her by the nape.
"Ow, get your filthy hand off me!"
His dark eyes angrily peered into hers. "Who's gonna stop me? Dave's not here to help you, is he?"
"No, he went to work. Let me go!"
"Well then it's time for you to make nice with your boyfriend. We get to play while he's gone. I thought you and me had an understanding about this, but you not cooperating like you suppose to. You forget about our little arrangement, baby? You staying home with me when Dave goes to work. Remember the list of your family and friends? My homeboys are ready to visit each of them, including that pathetic husband of yours. The warehouse Dave works at is right in the middle of the hood — a convenient spot for my niggers to do a stabbing or shooting."
No, she couldn't let Reggie do those perverted things to her again, but she couldn't let him hurt her family either. The reality of her situation became horrifyingly evident. The two previous times he had ****d her weren't going to be isolated instances. He wanted her to be his captive in her own home so he could fuck her every day.
Tightly gripping the back of her neck, he began guiding her over to the kitchen table, her legs stubbornly moving in the direction he wanted, her hands instinctively reaching up and wrapping themselves around his wrist.
"No, Reggie. You're not doing that to me again. I have a job interview I need to go to. Stop it."
He bent her over the kitchen table, the right cheek of her face pressed against its cool wooden surface, her open palms pushing against it but unable to lift herself off it as he held her down. She felt his other hand reaching up her dress and begin rubbing her pussy through her thong.
"I can do whatever I want to you, baby, and you gonna let me do it."
"No! Don't touch me. I mean it. Stop it, Reggie!"
His finger easily circumvented the thin strip of fabric comprising her thong and slipped into her warm slit. She hated him and what he was doing to her, but her pussy began moistening for him and it embarrassed her.
"That's a good girl. Get nice and wet for me, Christy, and show me how much you really want me," he commented, slowly sawing his thick digit in and out of her tight, wet opening and further humiliating her.
She did not want him, and she never would want him— but he was making her wet.
His finger, coated with her silky secretions, began attending to her clitoris.
Christy's eyes opened wide when she felt him touching her there. "No, don't do this to me. Stop touching me there... don't."
"Oh, yes, baby. Right there. Uh-huh, we both know how much you like having your special spot rubbed. Does it feel good yet?"
"No, stop it. I don't like it. Please."
"Sure, you don't, baby. But I'm touching it anyway. Oh, yeah, that starting to feel good, isn't it?"
Contrary to her claims, her clit revealed the pleasure it felt by firming beneath his finger, and he continued manipulating it as he soothingly spoke.
"Shh, it's okay, Christy. You going to let me touch it for a little while, baby. Your family and friends need you to protect them. You either cooperating or someone's gonna get hurt real bad, maybe even die. Remember who I am? If you piss me off something unfortunate will happen to someone you care about."
"Oh god, no. Stop it...don't."
Her struggling began to subside. "That's it. Calm down, and let me play with it, baby. It won't be bad. See how good it starting to feel?"
"Oh...oh...oh...ah, stop touching me there. Ooh...no."
He reached into the waistband of her thong and began slowly sliding it down her legs while masturbating her.
"No... please...don't," she cried. The young, confident woman on her way to a promising job interview moments ago had turned into a sniveling schoolgirl. "You can't do this to me again. I won't let you."
"Yes, I can do this to you, Christy, and you gonna let me because you don't have a choice. You my girlfriend now, baby, and you already done nasty things with me. Remember what we did yesterday? This be all your fault because you too beautiful to resist; you keep making me hard."
"I didn't do anything to you. I'm not your girlfriend. Stop it."
He lifted her dress up, revealing her firm, prize-winning ass covered with the faint bruises he put on it by spanking her yesterday. He kicked her legs apart; her thong, which he had left around her lower thighs, became taut.
Christy heard a loud crack before the sting registered in her brain. He was slapping her butt again.
"Don't talk back to me. If I say you my girlfriend, you best agree with me," Reggie growled while disciplining her. "Now say it to me."
Her ass was already tender from the spanking he gave her the day before. "Ow, ow, ow, stop hitting me! Okay, please...I'm your girlfriend."
"Say it again!" Another smack...
"I'm your girlfriend."
"Again!" Another smack...
"I'm your girlfriend damn it! I'm your girlfriend! I'm your girlfriend!"
When Christy's spanking finally ended, her ass glowed red and radiated warmth. He soothingly ran his hand up and down each of her firm, young butt cheeks and squeezed them.
Bent over the kitchen table she sobbed, her bare ass red and sticking out for him. Reggie took advantage of this opportunity, pulled down his boxers and aimed himself at his weary target.
The head of his penis nudged her moist labia.
Christy raised herself up on her elbows and tried to turn around, but he held her hips firmly.
"No, please wait..."
He thrusted, her labia separating for the head of his penis and granting it entry. It was too late for her delay tactics. He was already inside her.
"Don't...oh... oh... please no... ah...oh..." She collapsed on the table, air evacuating her lungs as his enormous penis slowly advanced all the way into her, until its head practically reached her cervix and his scrotum made contact with her clitoris. The walls of her vagina began convulsing uncontrollably. She reached forward, her fingers clutching the edge of the table in front of her and her knuckles turning white.
His strong hands continued holding her hips as he reversed course, unhurriedly pulling almost completely out, until just the bulbous head of his cock remained, her pink labia tightly stretched around it like the lips of a mouth sucking on a large lollipop. He paused a moment, letting the reality of what was happening to her sink in and the anticipation build, before embarking on his return journey to the furthest possible depth inside her, and repeating this process with a steady, predictable rhythm.
"Ah, ah, oh, you can't do this to me. Stop it," she moaned, instinctively repositioning herself to ease his entry and better accept him. He had already demonstrated to her that he could do whatever he wanted with apparent impunity.
Her young, white pussy was like a taste of paradise to his penis. He looked down at the wet sheen coating his dark brown cock. "Ah, baby, you so silky and tight and feel so good. You know I can't stop now. Don't it feel good having me all the way inside you again?"
"Ah, ah, no. Oh, ooh, ooh... it doesn't feel good. Stop doing this to me. I hate it and I hate you."
His hands moved from her hips to her butt cheeks and spread them wide apart. Her pink asshole winked at him as he gently ran his thumb up and down across it. "Awe, I see you also like me touching your asshole. You sensitive here too, baby? Dave ever massage your asshole? I be discovering all sorts of intimate things about you."
"No, he's not filthy like you. Oh...you're a sick, disgusting pervert. Ah, oh...stop it now. This is wrong. I won't tell anyone. Pull out and stop rubbing me there. Oh... please, I have to go to a job interview."
Reggie continued massaging her sensitive anus with his thumb while fucking her, causing it and the muscles in her vagina to contract in response and making her pussy squeeze his cock. "But you my girlfriend and I know you don't want to leave me with this painful hardon you caused, do you baby? That will make me frustrated and I might have to do bad things to people you care about, like your poor old Grandpa Bill. I love you and I don't want to do something like that."
"Oh, god... no. Don't hurt grandpa. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you hard. Don't hurt anyone. I'm doing what you want."
"Maybe if you nicer to me, let me love you more and keep me satisfied, I'll change, baby."
She didn't want to be nicer to him or let him love her in the disgusting way that he expressed it, doing these perverse things to her, but she couldn't risk his possible reaction if she denied him.
"Ah, oh, oh, ah. Okay, Reggie."
The sex act continued, Christy's body becoming more comfortable with his size, his reliable cadence, and beginning to anticipate his thrusts. His penis was like a giant piston moving inside a snug, well-lubricated cylinder. Preoccupied by all this, she didn't notice him carefully unzipping the back of her dress.
He unexpectedly withdrew from her.
Was he done?
He kneeled and began sliding her thong the rest of the way down her legs.
Lifting herself on to her elbows, her back arched as she craned her head to see him. "No... what are you doing?" she stupidly asked, her dress unexpectedly falling from her shoulders.
"Getting you into better position," he replied, lifting her foot while removing her thong from around her stiletto. He proceeded to her dress and taking it the rest of the way off, letting it puddle around her ankles.
"No, my dress. Don't mess it up. I need to wear it to my interview. Please, Reggie, stop now." Her words seemed weak, ineffective, almost comical, but she didn't know what else to say to make him stop.
"Your dress will be okay. Don't worry about your job interview. You can go after we done."
He unhooked her sexy bra, her perky tits and bruised nipples exposed for him.
"Please, no. Why are you doing this to me?" Christy sobbed. She was almost completely naked save for the stockings on her legs, the high heels on her feet, and the thong remaining around her right ankle.
"Turn around and bend over again, baby." His hand landed between her shoulder blades and pushed, returning her against the wooden surface. She was bent over with her round ass sticking out for him once more. He took hold of her left knee and gently ushered it up and on to the table.
She felt him re-entering her and moaned. "Ah, oh...please... don't make me do this, Reggie. I'm not your girlfriend; I'm Dave's wife. What you're doing is sick and wrong. Oh...oh...ah...no don't. This can't be happening. Ah, oh, you're going so deep again—all the way inside me. Stop it. Don't, oh...oh...ah...no."
Regardless of how sick and wrong it was, Christy began appreciating his generous circumference and depth. Fully inside her, he reached under her chest and lifted her off the table and into a standing position in front of him, his one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down her firm stomach and beginning to play with her clit as he held her against his muscular body.
"No, don't touch me there. Oh, oh...please...ah...stop it."
He didn't stop. His fingers finessed her engorged clit. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear: "You need to cum on my big black cock and show me again how much you love me, baby—like you did the last couple times we been together."
Christy shook her head refusing to do that for him. She would never love him, and she wasn't going to allow herself to be humiliated like last time. But then something else she wasn't expecting occurred. His finger expertly retracted the protective hood on her clitoris and gently played with her exposed glans. "Oh, oh— what are you doing? Don't do that...oh, you're touching me. Ah...ah...you can't. No...oh, oh...ooh, ah, don't, Reggie," she murmured. "It's wrong. I love Dave. I can't do this to him. I don't want to cum for you. Stop making me do this. Oh, oh, ooh, ah."
Her hands reached down and warmly held his wrist as he worked her sensitive nub. Her eyes grew dreamy, her head tilted back on his shoulder, she bit her lower lip, and her pussy began to throb on his cock.
"Is that starting to feel good? That's it. See how nice that feel now, baby?"
Her hips autonomously undulated. "Ah, oh, ooh, no...you can't make me do this," she moaned, grinding her pussy on his huge dick as he held her in his arms and exploited the weakness of her receptive clitoris.
"I love you, baby. You want to love me back and cum on my cock? Keep working your pussy like that," he whispered in her ear. "That-a-girl. Oh, yeah, that's it. Get into it, baby. See how nice we being to each other now and how good it feels? We BFFs like I said we would be."
Christy's pelvis continued replying with graceful coital motions, her pussy ridding his cock, and nothing more needed to be said, their bodies expressing something crude, but true to one another.
Reggie abruptly pulled out of her, leaving Christy confused. After trying desperately to resist him, she was in the middle of an intense orgasm that he had forced on her. She felt like the floor had been removed from beneath her feet. He turned her around facing him, grabbed hold of her hips with his strong hands, and lifted her up.
She didn't have time to think about her reaction. Christy instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him for support. He set her down on top of the table with her legs dangling from its edge. She fell back on her elbows, their eyes meeting for a moment and speaking to each other without words. He lifted up her knees and spread them wide apart.
He continued staring into her eyes. "Put my cock back in your pussy, baby," he instructed. Christy and Reggie looked down simultaneously.
She hesitated a moment. His towering penis looked so hard and leaned from his body.
"We was being so nice to each other just a moment ago, baby. Best friends and all that. It'd be a shame if something bad had to happen to Grandpa Bill or Grandma Emily," he reminded her.
She was betraying Dave, but the consequences of disobeying Reggie would be horrific and tragic. She reached down and silently took his enormous cock in her hand. It was slippery from her pussy and warm. Before reinserting him into her vagina, some primitive instinct she didn't understand caused her to gently tug on his erection a few times, perhaps to ensure he remained hard and completed the reproductive act they had started. It was done u*********sly, and Christy would never comprehend why she did it.
"Oh, that feel real nice, baby. Now put me inside you."
Christy guided his huge, hard cock into her wet pussy.
"Oh, yeah, that feel so good. You so wet and silky, baby," he exclaimed going all the way into her and completely filling her birth canal once more.
"Oh," she moaned, fulfilling her role as his female partner that nature dictated and taking in all his hardness.
His palm landed on her bald mons while his thumb resumed stroking her clitoris. She glanced down and dumbly watched him doing this to her without objecting. She wasn't thinking about Dave, her family, or even Reggie's terrible behavior and how much she hated him anymore, only the tidal waves of ecstasy quickly rebuilding in her body...
Reggie's self-control was impressive, and it brought Christy to the edge of her sanity multiple times— one climax following another, following another. Little room remained in her mind for other concerns, like the consequences of unprotected sex, her infidelity to Dave, or that a criminal she hated was inside her.
An hour had passed, and Reggie still didn't orgasm. He seemed to get off on making her cum instead, as if he was accumulating a credit card balance of guilt in Christy that she would need to repay with interest once the sex ended and she faced her husband. Reggie's objective was to leave her in marital bankruptcy. Then Christy would be all his.
Reggie's self-control finally reached its limit. He couldn't hold off forever, especially with Christy's tight, silky cunny clenching his cock. Christy recognized the signs Reggie displayed—his faster and harder thrusts, his heavier breathing. Her hands grasping his biceps felt his muscles flex with greater intensity. Her relationship with him was non-consensual, nevertheless they were becoming familiar to one another as sexual partners and were able to read each other with increasing clarity.
"Oh, ah, ah, pull out, Reggie... before you cum this time." Christy didn't realize the precum leaking from Reggie's penis the entire time contained sperm that accumulated in her vaginal fluids. His genetic material—along with potent hormones he produced that heightened sexual responsiveness in his partners—was already swimming in her pussy.
"You feel so good. I gotta cum in you, baby."
"Oh... ah...no, Reggie, don't. You can't cum in me. It's wrong. All of this is wrong and I shouldn't be doing it with you. Ah...oh...you need to stop and take it out now."
"Oh, baby, just a little longer."
"No, Reggie, stop. You came in me last time."
"It feels good and I want to stay in you, baby."
"Oh...god, Reggie...oh...ah. You don't belong in me. I'm married to Dave. You can't do this to me. Oh...oh...oh. You can't cum in me. I'm his wife, not yours."
Reggie wanted her to fully accept him, and that meant she needed to receive his semen the way nature intended. She may have been Dave's wife, but Reggie was going to cum in her pussy. Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I can't stop now. I need to cum in you."
"No, don't...Pull out now. Oh, god...not again. Oh, oh, oh, ah, ooh."
Her pussy began clenching his cock and her fingers dug into his biceps. She felt his warm seed spreading inside her womb, filling her.
"Oh baby, you feel so good."
Christy's hips replied to his, greeting his thrusts by grinding into him. "Ah... oh... oh... ah...ah...ooh...ooh."
"I love you. You wan't me to pull out now?"
"Oh...ah...ah, oh— yes, please pull out," she moaned. But it was already too late. He had cum inside her again and flooded her with his semen.
She was having an intense orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracting tightly around his penis as he hesitantly withdrew. She remained open and vulnerable as he stood between her spread legs. His erection persisting, he began massaging her clitoris with the head of his penis, her pelvis involuntarily undulating in response.
"Oh, what are you doing to me? Stop it."
"I'm helping us finish, baby." He took her hand in his and made her stroke his penis and take over the clit massage he had begun giving her.
"Oh...oh...oh. No, don't make me do this. It's wrong," she protested, his cock still ejaculating on her as he forced her to pleasure herself with it. It was so perverted and disgusting, but it felt good, which made no sense. This was a heinous act he was performing on her. How could it possibly feel so nice? His cock pulsated in her grip, leaving streams of his warm semen on her stomach and tits. The amount Reggie ejaculated wasn't humanly possible, yet he did it.
"Ah, baby, keep doing that. I love you."
Christy didn't reply. Reggie had no concept of love. His cock was still releasing globs of semen as she rubbed it on her clitoris. She coddled his hard penis against herself to satisfy him, but she would never love him. She just wanted the horrible crime he was committing on her to be over soon. He was rich and powerful d**g dealer, a violent criminal, and worse of all, a perverted sexual predator that preyed upon her. He was everything she abhorred.
Christy released Reggie's flaccid cock and closed her legs when he finished. His cum was all over her body, and when she sat up, she noticed his semen had leaked from her pussy and formed a small puddle on the kitchen table. It didn't seem possible for a human male to release this much sperm.
Reggie bent down, picked her dress up off the floor and offered it to her with a smile. "Now you can go to your job interview, baby."
Christy looked at the time displayed on the microwave oven and her heart sank further. "It's too late. I missed it," she replied to him despairingly.
"Oh, that's too bad, baby. But now we can spend more time together, get to know each other even better, and you can give me head."
She looked up at him with disgust, realizing she wouldn't have a choice.
Reggie helped Christy off the table, guided her on to her knees, and in the middle of her kitchen she performed oral sex on him. Her technique was improving...
A cool breeze blew through her golden hair as she finished running home from the gym and reached the front of her house. The stars brightly twinkled in the pre-dawn sky, and a sliver of the moon hung low in the horizon as if bidding farewell to another night. All the windows in her house were dark as she approached, except one. The light from her bedroom window indicated Dave was awake and getting ready for work.
When Christy entered the bedroom, Dave greeted her with his usual smile, completely unaware of what had been transpiring between his wife and Reggie. "Why up so early this morning, Christy? Did you have problems sleeping again last night?"
He buckled his belt, sat down on the edge of their bed—in the exact same spot where Reggie had fucked her yesterday— and reached for his work boots.
Christy was filled with guilt and shame. She did have problems sleeping last night, but she couldn't tell Dave the real reason why. "I guess I'm a little apprehensive about that job interview today, so I ran to the gym and got in an early workout."
"You're incredible, Christy. I wish I had half the energy you seem to have. That's how you keep your gorgeous figure."
Dave's comment was supposed to be a complement, but Christy wished she wasn't so attractive because beauty had become her curse.
"Dave?" she asked softly as he was tying his boot.
He looked up at her. "What, sweetheart?"
"If I get this job maybe we can give Reggie back his lease money, sell the house, and move somewhere more affordable."
His eyebrows lifted as he listened to her. "I thought you loved this house, Christy. Why do you want to sell it now? Eventually the market will come back and we can sell then if you want."
She looked at the floor like a c***d caught in a lie. "I don't know, Dave. I just don't like having to share our home. I think it would be better if we had some place smaller for just the two of us."
"I don't think we can sell for what we owe. We're upside down on the mortgage. We'd have to do a short sale and that would really ruin our credit for a long time. We've already been late on a few bills and I don't know if we'd even qualify for a new loan. We should be able to make ends meet now with the extra income from Reggie though. I think it'd be best to hold on to the house until the market recovers. Besides, Reggie wouldn't be too happy about having to pack all his things and move out after he just moved in. It wouldn't be very nice of us to do that to him."
If Dave knew the truth about Reggie, he wouldn't have been so concerned about upsetting him. Dave always wanted to be everyone's friend, and some people took advantage of his trusting nature. In this instance, it was Christy paying the price. "I guess so," Christy softly replied with a hint of sadness in her voice. She turned toward the bathroom to bathe and get ready for her interview.
The interview she had missed the first time Reggie ****d her was with Brightman Enterprises. The company must have been really interested in hiring Christy because they rescheduled her for today instead of hiring someone else.
She needed this job. It was a position as an account executive, and not only would it provide necessary income, but it would advance her career.
Dave had already left for work when Christy finished showering and exited the bathroom. She thought he would still be home, but he had gone in early it seemed. She had felt safe from Reggie while Dave was around. Alone and unprotected, she quickly finished dressing in business attire and put on some makeup in a hurry to avoid Reggie.
The house was quiet, and she didn't think Reggie was awake yet, but when she went into the kitchen there he was, wearing only his underwear and standing in front of the refrigerator as if he had been waiting to ambush her. The muscles in his arms, chest and stomach bulged beneath his dark skin like waves in a restless ocean, and a huge protrusion caused by his massive erection pushed against the fabric of his boxers like a pole holding up a circus tent.
"Who you all dolled-up for today, baby?" Reggie asked with a sickening smile that revealed his gladness over catching her. The blue dress Christy wore hugged her delicious curves and reached a few inches above her knees, showing off her slender legs. Light makeup further accented her already gorgeous blue eyes and pouty lips. Her soft blond hair flowed past her shoulders like rays of sunshine. She was enticing and Reggie couldn't resist her.
This was the perverted monster that had m*****ed and ****d her multiple times. Christy looked up at him with disgust and answered coldly. "I have a job interview. I told you before to stop calling me baby. I'm not your baby. I would appreciate it if you put on some clothes."
With the swiftness of a viper's bite, his hand grabbed her by the nape.
"Ow, get your filthy hand off me!"
His dark eyes angrily peered into hers. "Who's gonna stop me? Dave's not here to help you, is he?"
"No, he went to work. Let me go!"
"Well then it's time for you to make nice with your boyfriend. We get to play while he's gone. I thought you and me had an understanding about this, but you not cooperating like you suppose to. You forget about our little arrangement, baby? You staying home with me when Dave goes to work. Remember the list of your family and friends? My homeboys are ready to visit each of them, including that pathetic husband of yours. The warehouse Dave works at is right in the middle of the hood — a convenient spot for my niggers to do a stabbing or shooting."
No, she couldn't let Reggie do those perverted things to her again, but she couldn't let him hurt her family either. The reality of her situation became horrifyingly evident. The two previous times he had ****d her weren't going to be isolated instances. He wanted her to be his captive in her own home so he could fuck her every day.
Tightly gripping the back of her neck, he began guiding her over to the kitchen table, her legs stubbornly moving in the direction he wanted, her hands instinctively reaching up and wrapping themselves around his wrist.
"No, Reggie. You're not doing that to me again. I have a job interview I need to go to. Stop it."
He bent her over the kitchen table, the right cheek of her face pressed against its cool wooden surface, her open palms pushing against it but unable to lift herself off it as he held her down. She felt his other hand reaching up her dress and begin rubbing her pussy through her thong.
"I can do whatever I want to you, baby, and you gonna let me do it."
"No! Don't touch me. I mean it. Stop it, Reggie!"
His finger easily circumvented the thin strip of fabric comprising her thong and slipped into her warm slit. She hated him and what he was doing to her, but her pussy began moistening for him and it embarrassed her.
"That's a good girl. Get nice and wet for me, Christy, and show me how much you really want me," he commented, slowly sawing his thick digit in and out of her tight, wet opening and further humiliating her.
She did not want him, and she never would want him— but he was making her wet.
His finger, coated with her silky secretions, began attending to her clitoris.
Christy's eyes opened wide when she felt him touching her there. "No, don't do this to me. Stop touching me there... don't."
"Oh, yes, baby. Right there. Uh-huh, we both know how much you like having your special spot rubbed. Does it feel good yet?"
"No, stop it. I don't like it. Please."
"Sure, you don't, baby. But I'm touching it anyway. Oh, yeah, that starting to feel good, isn't it?"
Contrary to her claims, her clit revealed the pleasure it felt by firming beneath his finger, and he continued manipulating it as he soothingly spoke.
"Shh, it's okay, Christy. You going to let me touch it for a little while, baby. Your family and friends need you to protect them. You either cooperating or someone's gonna get hurt real bad, maybe even die. Remember who I am? If you piss me off something unfortunate will happen to someone you care about."
"Oh god, no. Stop it...don't."
Her struggling began to subside. "That's it. Calm down, and let me play with it, baby. It won't be bad. See how good it starting to feel?"
"Oh...oh...oh...ah, stop touching me there. Ooh...no."
He reached into the waistband of her thong and began slowly sliding it down her legs while masturbating her.
"No... please...don't," she cried. The young, confident woman on her way to a promising job interview moments ago had turned into a sniveling schoolgirl. "You can't do this to me again. I won't let you."
"Yes, I can do this to you, Christy, and you gonna let me because you don't have a choice. You my girlfriend now, baby, and you already done nasty things with me. Remember what we did yesterday? This be all your fault because you too beautiful to resist; you keep making me hard."
"I didn't do anything to you. I'm not your girlfriend. Stop it."
He lifted her dress up, revealing her firm, prize-winning ass covered with the faint bruises he put on it by spanking her yesterday. He kicked her legs apart; her thong, which he had left around her lower thighs, became taut.
Christy heard a loud crack before the sting registered in her brain. He was slapping her butt again.
"Don't talk back to me. If I say you my girlfriend, you best agree with me," Reggie growled while disciplining her. "Now say it to me."
Her ass was already tender from the spanking he gave her the day before. "Ow, ow, ow, stop hitting me! Okay, please...I'm your girlfriend."
"Say it again!" Another smack...
"I'm your girlfriend."
"Again!" Another smack...
"I'm your girlfriend damn it! I'm your girlfriend! I'm your girlfriend!"
When Christy's spanking finally ended, her ass glowed red and radiated warmth. He soothingly ran his hand up and down each of her firm, young butt cheeks and squeezed them.
Bent over the kitchen table she sobbed, her bare ass red and sticking out for him. Reggie took advantage of this opportunity, pulled down his boxers and aimed himself at his weary target.
The head of his penis nudged her moist labia.
Christy raised herself up on her elbows and tried to turn around, but he held her hips firmly.
"No, please wait..."
He thrusted, her labia separating for the head of his penis and granting it entry. It was too late for her delay tactics. He was already inside her.
"Don't...oh... oh... please no... ah...oh..." She collapsed on the table, air evacuating her lungs as his enormous penis slowly advanced all the way into her, until its head practically reached her cervix and his scrotum made contact with her clitoris. The walls of her vagina began convulsing uncontrollably. She reached forward, her fingers clutching the edge of the table in front of her and her knuckles turning white.
His strong hands continued holding her hips as he reversed course, unhurriedly pulling almost completely out, until just the bulbous head of his cock remained, her pink labia tightly stretched around it like the lips of a mouth sucking on a large lollipop. He paused a moment, letting the reality of what was happening to her sink in and the anticipation build, before embarking on his return journey to the furthest possible depth inside her, and repeating this process with a steady, predictable rhythm.
"Ah, ah, oh, you can't do this to me. Stop it," she moaned, instinctively repositioning herself to ease his entry and better accept him. He had already demonstrated to her that he could do whatever he wanted with apparent impunity.
Her young, white pussy was like a taste of paradise to his penis. He looked down at the wet sheen coating his dark brown cock. "Ah, baby, you so silky and tight and feel so good. You know I can't stop now. Don't it feel good having me all the way inside you again?"
"Ah, ah, no. Oh, ooh, ooh... it doesn't feel good. Stop doing this to me. I hate it and I hate you."
His hands moved from her hips to her butt cheeks and spread them wide apart. Her pink asshole winked at him as he gently ran his thumb up and down across it. "Awe, I see you also like me touching your asshole. You sensitive here too, baby? Dave ever massage your asshole? I be discovering all sorts of intimate things about you."
"No, he's not filthy like you. Oh...you're a sick, disgusting pervert. Ah, oh...stop it now. This is wrong. I won't tell anyone. Pull out and stop rubbing me there. Oh... please, I have to go to a job interview."
Reggie continued massaging her sensitive anus with his thumb while fucking her, causing it and the muscles in her vagina to contract in response and making her pussy squeeze his cock. "But you my girlfriend and I know you don't want to leave me with this painful hardon you caused, do you baby? That will make me frustrated and I might have to do bad things to people you care about, like your poor old Grandpa Bill. I love you and I don't want to do something like that."
"Oh, god... no. Don't hurt grandpa. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you hard. Don't hurt anyone. I'm doing what you want."
"Maybe if you nicer to me, let me love you more and keep me satisfied, I'll change, baby."
She didn't want to be nicer to him or let him love her in the disgusting way that he expressed it, doing these perverse things to her, but she couldn't risk his possible reaction if she denied him.
"Ah, oh, oh, ah. Okay, Reggie."
The sex act continued, Christy's body becoming more comfortable with his size, his reliable cadence, and beginning to anticipate his thrusts. His penis was like a giant piston moving inside a snug, well-lubricated cylinder. Preoccupied by all this, she didn't notice him carefully unzipping the back of her dress.
He unexpectedly withdrew from her.
Was he done?
He kneeled and began sliding her thong the rest of the way down her legs.
Lifting herself on to her elbows, her back arched as she craned her head to see him. "No... what are you doing?" she stupidly asked, her dress unexpectedly falling from her shoulders.
"Getting you into better position," he replied, lifting her foot while removing her thong from around her stiletto. He proceeded to her dress and taking it the rest of the way off, letting it puddle around her ankles.
"No, my dress. Don't mess it up. I need to wear it to my interview. Please, Reggie, stop now." Her words seemed weak, ineffective, almost comical, but she didn't know what else to say to make him stop.
"Your dress will be okay. Don't worry about your job interview. You can go after we done."
He unhooked her sexy bra, her perky tits and bruised nipples exposed for him.
"Please, no. Why are you doing this to me?" Christy sobbed. She was almost completely naked save for the stockings on her legs, the high heels on her feet, and the thong remaining around her right ankle.
"Turn around and bend over again, baby." His hand landed between her shoulder blades and pushed, returning her against the wooden surface. She was bent over with her round ass sticking out for him once more. He took hold of her left knee and gently ushered it up and on to the table.
She felt him re-entering her and moaned. "Ah, oh...please... don't make me do this, Reggie. I'm not your girlfriend; I'm Dave's wife. What you're doing is sick and wrong. Oh...oh...ah...no don't. This can't be happening. Ah, oh, you're going so deep again—all the way inside me. Stop it. Don't, oh...oh...ah...no."
Regardless of how sick and wrong it was, Christy began appreciating his generous circumference and depth. Fully inside her, he reached under her chest and lifted her off the table and into a standing position in front of him, his one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding down her firm stomach and beginning to play with her clit as he held her against his muscular body.
"No, don't touch me there. Oh, oh...please...ah...stop it."
He didn't stop. His fingers finessed her engorged clit. He kissed her neck and whispered into her ear: "You need to cum on my big black cock and show me again how much you love me, baby—like you did the last couple times we been together."
Christy shook her head refusing to do that for him. She would never love him, and she wasn't going to allow herself to be humiliated like last time. But then something else she wasn't expecting occurred. His finger expertly retracted the protective hood on her clitoris and gently played with her exposed glans. "Oh, oh— what are you doing? Don't do that...oh, you're touching me. Ah...ah...you can't. No...oh, oh...ooh, ah, don't, Reggie," she murmured. "It's wrong. I love Dave. I can't do this to him. I don't want to cum for you. Stop making me do this. Oh, oh, ooh, ah."
Her hands reached down and warmly held his wrist as he worked her sensitive nub. Her eyes grew dreamy, her head tilted back on his shoulder, she bit her lower lip, and her pussy began to throb on his cock.
"Is that starting to feel good? That's it. See how nice that feel now, baby?"
Her hips autonomously undulated. "Ah, oh, ooh, no...you can't make me do this," she moaned, grinding her pussy on his huge dick as he held her in his arms and exploited the weakness of her receptive clitoris.
"I love you, baby. You want to love me back and cum on my cock? Keep working your pussy like that," he whispered in her ear. "That-a-girl. Oh, yeah, that's it. Get into it, baby. See how nice we being to each other now and how good it feels? We BFFs like I said we would be."
Christy's pelvis continued replying with graceful coital motions, her pussy ridding his cock, and nothing more needed to be said, their bodies expressing something crude, but true to one another.
Reggie abruptly pulled out of her, leaving Christy confused. After trying desperately to resist him, she was in the middle of an intense orgasm that he had forced on her. She felt like the floor had been removed from beneath her feet. He turned her around facing him, grabbed hold of her hips with his strong hands, and lifted her up.
She didn't have time to think about her reaction. Christy instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him for support. He set her down on top of the table with her legs dangling from its edge. She fell back on her elbows, their eyes meeting for a moment and speaking to each other without words. He lifted up her knees and spread them wide apart.
He continued staring into her eyes. "Put my cock back in your pussy, baby," he instructed. Christy and Reggie looked down simultaneously.
She hesitated a moment. His towering penis looked so hard and leaned from his body.
"We was being so nice to each other just a moment ago, baby. Best friends and all that. It'd be a shame if something bad had to happen to Grandpa Bill or Grandma Emily," he reminded her.
She was betraying Dave, but the consequences of disobeying Reggie would be horrific and tragic. She reached down and silently took his enormous cock in her hand. It was slippery from her pussy and warm. Before reinserting him into her vagina, some primitive instinct she didn't understand caused her to gently tug on his erection a few times, perhaps to ensure he remained hard and completed the reproductive act they had started. It was done u*********sly, and Christy would never comprehend why she did it.
"Oh, that feel real nice, baby. Now put me inside you."
Christy guided his huge, hard cock into her wet pussy.
"Oh, yeah, that feel so good. You so wet and silky, baby," he exclaimed going all the way into her and completely filling her birth canal once more.
"Oh," she moaned, fulfilling her role as his female partner that nature dictated and taking in all his hardness.
His palm landed on her bald mons while his thumb resumed stroking her clitoris. She glanced down and dumbly watched him doing this to her without objecting. She wasn't thinking about Dave, her family, or even Reggie's terrible behavior and how much she hated him anymore, only the tidal waves of ecstasy quickly rebuilding in her body...
Reggie's self-control was impressive, and it brought Christy to the edge of her sanity multiple times— one climax following another, following another. Little room remained in her mind for other concerns, like the consequences of unprotected sex, her infidelity to Dave, or that a criminal she hated was inside her.
An hour had passed, and Reggie still didn't orgasm. He seemed to get off on making her cum instead, as if he was accumulating a credit card balance of guilt in Christy that she would need to repay with interest once the sex ended and she faced her husband. Reggie's objective was to leave her in marital bankruptcy. Then Christy would be all his.
Reggie's self-control finally reached its limit. He couldn't hold off forever, especially with Christy's tight, silky cunny clenching his cock. Christy recognized the signs Reggie displayed—his faster and harder thrusts, his heavier breathing. Her hands grasping his biceps felt his muscles flex with greater intensity. Her relationship with him was non-consensual, nevertheless they were becoming familiar to one another as sexual partners and were able to read each other with increasing clarity.
"Oh, ah, ah, pull out, Reggie... before you cum this time." Christy didn't realize the precum leaking from Reggie's penis the entire time contained sperm that accumulated in her vaginal fluids. His genetic material—along with potent hormones he produced that heightened sexual responsiveness in his partners—was already swimming in her pussy.
"You feel so good. I gotta cum in you, baby."
"Oh... ah...no, Reggie, don't. You can't cum in me. It's wrong. All of this is wrong and I shouldn't be doing it with you. Ah...oh...you need to stop and take it out now."
"Oh, baby, just a little longer."
"No, Reggie, stop. You came in me last time."
"It feels good and I want to stay in you, baby."
"Oh...god, Reggie...oh...ah. You don't belong in me. I'm married to Dave. You can't do this to me. Oh...oh...oh. You can't cum in me. I'm his wife, not yours."
Reggie wanted her to fully accept him, and that meant she needed to receive his semen the way nature intended. She may have been Dave's wife, but Reggie was going to cum in her pussy. Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I can't stop now. I need to cum in you."
"No, don't...Pull out now. Oh, god...not again. Oh, oh, oh, ah, ooh."
Her pussy began clenching his cock and her fingers dug into his biceps. She felt his warm seed spreading inside her womb, filling her.
"Oh baby, you feel so good."
Christy's hips replied to his, greeting his thrusts by grinding into him. "Ah... oh... oh... ah...ah...ooh...ooh."
"I love you. You wan't me to pull out now?"
"Oh...ah...ah, oh— yes, please pull out," she moaned. But it was already too late. He had cum inside her again and flooded her with his semen.
She was having an intense orgasm, her vaginal muscles contracting tightly around his penis as he hesitantly withdrew. She remained open and vulnerable as he stood between her spread legs. His erection persisting, he began massaging her clitoris with the head of his penis, her pelvis involuntarily undulating in response.
"Oh, what are you doing to me? Stop it."
"I'm helping us finish, baby." He took her hand in his and made her stroke his penis and take over the clit massage he had begun giving her.
"Oh...oh...oh. No, don't make me do this. It's wrong," she protested, his cock still ejaculating on her as he forced her to pleasure herself with it. It was so perverted and disgusting, but it felt good, which made no sense. This was a heinous act he was performing on her. How could it possibly feel so nice? His cock pulsated in her grip, leaving streams of his warm semen on her stomach and tits. The amount Reggie ejaculated wasn't humanly possible, yet he did it.
"Ah, baby, keep doing that. I love you."
Christy didn't reply. Reggie had no concept of love. His cock was still releasing globs of semen as she rubbed it on her clitoris. She coddled his hard penis against herself to satisfy him, but she would never love him. She just wanted the horrible crime he was committing on her to be over soon. He was rich and powerful d**g dealer, a violent criminal, and worse of all, a perverted sexual predator that preyed upon her. He was everything she abhorred.
Christy released Reggie's flaccid cock and closed her legs when he finished. His cum was all over her body, and when she sat up, she noticed his semen had leaked from her pussy and formed a small puddle on the kitchen table. It didn't seem possible for a human male to release this much sperm.
Reggie bent down, picked her dress up off the floor and offered it to her with a smile. "Now you can go to your job interview, baby."
Christy looked at the time displayed on the microwave oven and her heart sank further. "It's too late. I missed it," she replied to him despairingly.
"Oh, that's too bad, baby. But now we can spend more time together, get to know each other even better, and you can give me head."
She looked up at him with disgust, realizing she wouldn't have a choice.
Reggie helped Christy off the table, guided her on to her knees, and in the middle of her kitchen she performed oral sex on him. Her technique was improving...
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