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Something about Reggae made Chrissy uncomfortable. She hoped the huge, muscular black man towering over her husband would not make an instant decision, so she could discuss the matter further with Dan. They could tell Reggae someone else rented the room. She felt unease at the seemingly black thug her genitals twitched at his lustful gaze.

Reggae had plenty of experience with young, well educated, white women like Chrissy. He realized how uncomfortable he made her feel. The sparkle from the diamond engagement ring next to Chrissy’s wedding band momentarily caught his gaze. He knew her type well – a snooty, white bitch who probably never associated with blacks and thought them beneath her.

A shrewd criminal from the hood drug dealings on the street, and a seasoned, sexual predator never missing an opportunity to nail young, naive, white pussy, he moved from house to house victimizing white decent ladies in their homes freeloading each time. He would leave them after milking all their valuables and blackbreeding them to the point their bodies sag and no longer attractive.

Reggae understood the fleeting nature of this shot at getting inside Chrissy’s pussy. “I’ll take the room. How much security deposit do you want?” Reggae asked.

Chrissy standing beside her husband, Dan, her arm entwined with his, tightly squeezed Dan’s hand as a signal not to immediately accept Reggae’s offer.

Dan misinterpreted Chrissy’s gesture as an affirmation and eagerly said, “Uh, $500 for a security deposit ought to be enough.”

Chrissy forced a smile Reggie recognized as insincere.

“I’ll need a receipt, indicating I paid the security deposit,” Reggae said nodding at the money in Dan’s grasp.

“Of course,” Dan replied with a shake of Reggae’s hand to finalize the deal. Dan went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Chrissy alone with Reggae.

Unwittingly, Dan just admitted a criminal who needed to keep low for a while in their home, granting him easy access to his wife. Reggae briefly glanced at Chrissy’s ass and tits, imagining how she looked beneath her clothing.

Chrissy certainly was attractive. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat abdomen, nicely curved buttocks, and firm breasts – the epitome of female form. The 23-year-old college graduate and housewife took care of her figure by maintaining a strict vegan diet and exercising daily. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, dark, blue eyes, and silky, dark brown hair that extended slightly past her shoulders received the gaze of many men, who saw in her a girl of their dreams. But none of them could have this one because her heart already belonged to her husband, Dan.

“So, what are you studying?” Chrissy nervously asked attempting to break the awkward silence. He seemed a little old to still be in college. Reggae undressed her with his dark eyes. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought of his eventual conquest.

“African Studies,” Reggae deceitfully replied. In truth, Reggae hadn’t set foot on a college campus in years, not since his days hustling the streets to sell drugs. He moved up in the ranks without needing college classes.

Dan returned smiling with a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house happily exclaiming, “Here you go, roommate.”

“Okay, I’ll be back with my things,” Reggae said as he took the key and receipt from the young couple and departed.

“I don’t know about this guy,” Chrissy said. “Maybe we should have checked him out or something first, honey.”

Dan was not really listening. Chrissy didn’t have the heart to press the issue about Reggae living with them seeing her husband happier than he had been in a long time, since the rough economy took both their jobs. The warehouse position Dan managed to find didn’t pay the bills. Indeed, this was enough cash to bring them current and avoid pending foreclosure.

Reggae returned a few hours later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new room while Chrissy and Dan went to bed. When Reggae finished settling in, he turned off the light.

After a few moments Reggae’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and he silently made his way down the hall to Chrissy’s and Dan’s bedroom door, which they carelessly left slightly ajar. The sound of lovemaking – the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two young people lost in passion – grew louder as Reggae approached.

He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at the two shadowy figures moving in unison, his black skin providing a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night. Reggae got wood. His cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement.

His time with her would come.

“Oh, I’m going to cum,” Reggae heard Dan exclaim.

Reggae quietly returned to his room undetected.

“Oh, I love you,” Chrissy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm. Dan withdrew his modest, condom covered penis from Christy’s tight vagina and turned on the light on the nightstand beside their bed.

The thin, latex membrane, slick with Chrissy’s juices, contained a small amount of Dan’s ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched Dan slide the protective barrier off. The two had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before starting a family.

A virgin bride and a faithful wife, Chrissy never had sex with anyone else, and had no desire to. She loved her husband.

***

Dan left for work early and Chrissy visited the gym for her daily workout of swimming laps and some resistance training when Reggae woke up to an empty house.

Over the weeks Reggae learned their schedules. He knew Dan would not return from work until evening and Chrissy arrived home mid-morning.

As Chrissy entered, Reggae sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts, numerous muscles bulging beneath his black skin. Chrissy wanted to tell him to put on a shirt but decided against being confrontational.

“When do you attend classes?” Chrissy asked with a hint of annoyance. She had noticed him gawking at her more frequently and it seemed like the only thing he studied was her figure when he thought she wasn’t looking.

“I take classes online,” Reggae answered as he began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch while now blatantly

eyeing Chrissy. “Where do you work?”

The way black males inappropriately touched themselves in public repulsed her. “I’m currently between jobs,” Christy replied with an air of superiority, proceeding towards her room to escape Reggae’s lustful stares.

Reggae waited a few minutes and then followed Chrissy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. The bathroom door was shut and locked.

He knew Chrissy’s type. She would be too embarrassed to tell anyone that a Nigger’s cock had been inside her. She appeared in excellent shape, and would definitely fight it. But after the struggle he would subdue the petite wife and begin ruining her. He waited for the bathroom door to open.

The shower stopped. Reggae’s cock grew inside his shorts as the virile organ prepared to claim white territory. Chrissy opened the door in only a red silk thong with matching bra when greeted by Reggae. Chrissy tried to slam the door shut to keep him away.

Chrissy’s initial suspicion of Reggae had been correct, but she had ignored her gut feelings to please Dan. In an ironic twist of fate, Chrissy’s attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than financial woes.

Reggae’s hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Chrissy’s efforts and her feet slid back across the slick, tile floor unable to hold ground.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Chrissy yelled as Reggae charged into her bathroom like an angry gorilla.

He punched Chrissy in her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs. She doubled over in pain gasping for air while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom like a caveman.

Before Chrissy regained her breath, Reggae had thrown her into bed and yanked her panties and bra off, leaving the hapless girl laying on her back completely exposed.

“Please, don’t do this,” Chrissy cried between wheezes.

Reggae forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of her treasures he planned to plunder. He loved how these high class white girls kept their pubic areas so immaculately groomed.

Reggae’s eyes feasted on Chrissy’s naked body: gentle feminine curves; genitals lacking hair or stubble because of laser treatments, almost appearing pre-pubescent except for a neatly trimmed bush no larger than a thumbnail; a flat tummy, delightful belly button and defined abdominal muscles; firm, c-cup tits crowned with pink areolas the size of quarters. Chrissy’s silky white skin contrasted with Reggae like type on a page. Her youthful body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.

Dan was a fool to leave such a gem unguarded with a nigger thug like himself, Reggae thought reaching down between Chrissy’s splayed legs and gently parting her labia for a closer inspection of her pussy.

“Oh, God – no! Please don’t!” Chrissy wailed, as she felt Reggae manipulate her privates like they belonged to him. She reached down and grabbed Reggae’s wrist to stop him.

Reggae reached up and twisted her delicate, pink nipple, causing a jolt of pain that would later become a bruise on the perfectly formed flesh. Chrissy immediately released Reggae’s hand.

Reggae resumed spreading her labia, locating Chrissy’s clitoris among the delicate pink folds. He licked his thumb and began softly rubbing its smooth, pink hood.

“Please stop doing this to me. I won’t tell anyone if you let me go,” Chrissy pleaded as Reggae sat between her open legs fondling her private parts. She hated this disgusting, subhuman animal.

Reggae noticed Chrissy’s clit slowly grow larger from his fingers. He excited the timid head of her clitoris into making its debut for him as he expertly coaxed it from its protective cover.

“I’m married. Why are you doing this? Chrissy sobbed as Reggae caused involuntary responses. Her pink flesh glistened with secretions, inviting him to drink her nectar.

“Oh, God, stop it! You’re disgusting,” Chrissy yelled as Reggae held her vaginal lips apart with his black fingers and assaulted her sensitive, pink folds with his long tongue. Chrissy sat partially up on her elbows and from over her flat tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully pushing Reggae’s head away from her.

Reggae arched for Chrissy. He slid off his gym shorts and his monstrous, black organ sprang from confinement.

Chrissy’s eyes widened at the enormity of his appendage. Reggae’s cock looked more like a radiator hose than a penis, veins distending beneath its black skin.

No way could the thing ever fit inside her. Chrissy desperately pleaded, “Please don’t rape me. I promise I won’t tell anyone if you stop.”

Reggae reopened Chrissy’s labia aiming his cock at her entrance.

“I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t put it in me. You’re too big,” Chrissy frantically implored, the large head of his penis pushing at her entrance.

“Oh, God! No. Please.” Chrissy exclaimed. The pressure from his attempted invasion built. Chrissy fell back from her elbows, clenching the sheets in her fists.

Her husband’s pecker must have been incredibly small, Reggae thought, slowly applying more force to overcome her pussy’s resistance. Chrissy’s labia finally engulfed the head of his penis.

“Owe,” Chrissy cried. A penis other than her husband’s entered her for the first time, her pussy subversively providing lubrication for its own assault as Reggie gradually advanced more of his cock into it.

“That’s it girl. You got a black cock in your pussy now,” Reggae taunted as he worked it inside her.

“You’re hurting me. You’re too big,” Chrissy sobbed. She felt him advance slightly deeper each thrust. “I’m married. Why are you doing this?”

“Sssshhhhhhh, you be quite,” Reggae said, placing an index finger to her lips. “It’s okay. Ya a hoe for black cock now.”

“Nooooooh,” Chrissy whimpered. But her juices coated more of Reggae’s cock with an affectionate sheen. How could this be happening to her? Why did Dan allow a stranger into their home to do it? These and similar thoughts played through her mind, her face displaying her pain as furrows in her normally smooth skin. Chrissy’s pussy contained more cock inside it than ever before.

Reggae’s cock, triple the girth of Dan’s penis, already penetrated several inches into unchartered territory with only half his length inside Chrissy. He mercifully refrained going further.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” Chrissy exclaimed in concert with squeaks from the bed, her pussy was now starting to feel.the pleasure growing now getting used to the extra sized different cock inside it.

Reggae attempted to look directly in Chrissy’s face because he could see her newfound pleasure from her widening eyes and gaping mouth while fucking her, but Chrissy was ashamed to be caught getting aroused so she kept averting from his stare and moving her head away.

A wild look appeared in Reggae’s eyes as he irately spanked her then grabbed Chrissy’s chin, turned her head to face him, and yelled, “Look at me when I’m fucking you bitch!”

From beneath pools of tears, Chrissy’s eyes met Reggae’s as he claimed her. She could not now deny the evidence of her contorted face of shameful pleasure, felt his immense, black phallus making its journey in and out of her defeated pussy.

“Please stop it!”

“I’s wants ya to cum for me, Baby,” Reggae said in his ghetto dialect of a thug from the hood.

The animal already stole her precious fidelity; she thought no way should she orgasm for the filthy pig. She replied with stony silence, but she could not suppress her occasional grunts whenever he would suddenly thrust at her deliberately in anger.

“Oh, ya will cum for me whether ya wants to or not,” Reggae derided her quickening his pace.

“Nooooooo,” Chrissy hissed through clenched teeth. But as her discomfort dissipated her cunt traitorously accepted the large, black intruder more as a welcome guest, showering Reggae’s black baby- maker with love juice.

“Ya really wet girl. Yur pussy likes big, black cock,” Reggae goaded, shifting position to see its affect. He felt her pussy contract in ecstacy!

“Oh, oooh, oooooooooh – noooooooh!” Chrissy exclaimed with a grimace, her hands pushing against Reggie’s muscular chest, her labia clinging to his slick cock.

“No, no, no – stop doing this to me,” Chrissy yelled trying to deny the pleasure welling up in her.

Reggae fucked Chrissy until unconsciously her pelvis began slight coital movements back. It wasn’t an enthusiastic response, but at least she stopped resisting and accepted her fate. He held back from burying the remaining length of his penis inside her.

Chrissy noticed the acceleration and panicked, realizing Reggae wasn’t wearing a condom and would cum soon.

“Please, take it out of me,” Chrissy begged "please don't cum inside me! I might be fertile!"

Reggae was more delighted to crush her privileged white supremacy illusions, he enjoyed ruining haughty white women like Chrissy: molesting them, introducing their pussies to black cock and making them orgasm from it, cumming inside them, even knocking them up with unwanted black babies. A shame they would carry for the rest of their lives as horny sluts black cock bitches.

“I’s gonna cum in your pussy, Baby,” Reggae warned.

“Nooop, please don’t cum in me,” Chrissy pleaded, her eyes becoming saucers of fear, but her pussy contracted further in arousal from the dreadful threat against her wishes.

Chrissy’s dainty white hands pushed hard against Reggae’s burly, black chest. Arching her back and positioning her pelvis she unsuccessfully tried dislodging him, her efforts no match against him.

Reggae’s penis occupied Chrissy after her attempts to remove it failed. It penetrated deeper for her insubordination and gushed a torrent of white, gooey cum.

“Oh, no, please – why?” Chrissy whispered, her world shattered. She felt slimy ejaculate from Reggae’s cock oozing from her overfilled pussy down the crack in her ass.

The deed was done. Reggae knew she would be ashamed to tell anyone as she laid beneath his heavy frame, her pussy clenching his deflating cock in residual orgasms. He had sown his seeds of corruption in her.

Reggae removed his flaccid cock from Chrissy as she lay in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling her face a picture of frustration, her legs still indecently spread apart. She glanced at it. Even soft, Reggie’s black serpent appeared enormous and Chrissy couldn’t believe the horrific thing actually fit in her.

“Ya ever give yer husband head?” Reggae asked.

Chrissy looked at Reggae with bewilderment as the muscular man who just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis, hanging like the trunk of an elephant, in her face. The thing was disgusting, still slimy with both their fluids.

“Open yur mouth and suck it like a good girl so I doesn’t need to hurt ya,” Reggae threatened.

Chrissy didn’t think she could tolerate Reggae’s cock in her mouth without vomiting. She shook her head. However, Reggae spanked her then tightly pulled her hair and forced her to do it. The foul thing barely fit.

“I better not feel any teeth, either, hoe!” Reggie added.

To her surprise, even though revolting, the taste was like rancid creampie completely disgusting, she felt aroused being treated like a a peace of meat. As she finally surrendered and followed Reggae’s directions, he released his grip on her hair and his treatment of her improved. Chrissy gently rolled his golf-ball size testicles in her hand while drawing on his shaft.

“That’s a good girl,” Reggae condescendingly said, as if speaking to a child. “There’s enough cum in my balls to make ya spit out black babies until yer ovaries dry up.”

To Chrissy’s dismay, his penis became larger in response to her forced caresses. She couldn’t believe he was hard again. Dan usually came once after five minutes and was done for the evening.

Once erect, only the head of Reggae’s shaft fit in Chrissy’s mouth.

Reggae instructed her how to work his cock with her hands while running her tongue and mouth along it. She had no choice but to comply with his demented demands so as not to be spanked again.

Her wedding band sparkled from her fingers gracefully tugging on his dark, veined appendage. It twitched, startling her slightly. She held the massive shaft with both hands and length to spare.

Reggae felt another batch readying, “Makes sure ya swallow it all, bitch.”

Chrissy didn’t want to swallow the nasty, white cream that spurted into her mouth, but Reggae held her head prevented her from pulling away. After the first couple of mouthfuls, Reggae could tell the taste became less distasteful to her by the way she started gulping it down.

Reggae released his hold and Chrissy continued milking and swallowing every last drop of cum from his cock, not noticing that he let go of her head. When the cum eventually stopped flowing, Chrissy pulled her mouth away, a thread of jism momentarily spanning from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a spider, one of many strands trapping its prey.

The once confident Chrissy sat dazed on her bed pondering what just occurred as Reggae showered. She debated reporting her rape to law enforcement. But the ordeal – so filthy, vile, and embarrassing – would need to be retold. Reggae would claim the act consensual and reveal how she climaxed. No one would believe her orgasm was involuntary. Everyone, including Dan, would know she was tainted by a black man. Christy decided to remain silent as her assailant anticipated, sealing a much darker fate for herself.

With Reggae’s cum still dripping from her well fucked pussy, Chrissy hastily dressed and left before Reggae finished showering.

***

“Hi Honey,” Chrissy said to Dan as he walked into the living room and pecked her cheek. “How was your day?”

“Hey, Homeboy,” Reggae added with a grin. For two weeks, Reggae had been secretly boning Chrissy when Dan went to work.

Forced sex with Reggae took a toll on Chrissy, but Dan didn’t notice the change in his wife.

“Fine,” Dan answered heading toward the refrigerator to grab his usual cold beer after working all day in that hot warehouse.

Chrissy couldn’t believe her husband’s blindness. Dan didn’t see Reggae lustfully staring at her as if undressing her with his eyes again. He had no inkling of her horrible situation. Reggae’s cum was inside her!

A multitude of emotions flowed through Chrissy’s mind – anger, embarrassment, and shame. While lost in her thoughts, Dan wondered into the garage and she found herself sitting alone with Reggae eyeballing her in the living room. She quickly left the sofa and headed to her bedroom.

Chrissy went to take a shower and prepare for bed. She locked the door to make sure Dan wouldn’t come in while she was naked and see the fading bruises Reggie left on her tits from initially resisting him. After the first week, she became less combative and Reggae resorted to less physical methods of persuasion. Thankfully, the discoloration was almost gone – incriminating evidence of what had been occurring. While bathing, she carefully cleaned her sore vagina, realizing that most of Reggae’s loathsome semen was deep beyond her reach.

“I’m sorry, Baby, I don’t feel well tonight,” Chrissy replied to Dan’s advances. She entered bed in her nightie and pretended to fall asleep. In the darkness, thoughts of Reggae’s big, black cock made slumber for Chrissy nearly impossible. Reggae penetrated the core of her femininity. Now perverted images from sex with him haunted her.

With Dan home for the weekend, Reggae spent the next couple of days away conducting his drug business and giving Chrissy time to recuperate.

But Monday morning arrived much too quickly. Chrissy awoke as Dan prepared for work.

“Honey, why don’t you call in sick today and stay with me?” Chrissy asked as she rose from a sea of sheets covering their bed.

“Baby, I can’t do that. Leroy asked me Friday to work overtime today. I won’t be home until 10:00 pm,” Dan answered.

“Why didn’t you say anything about working overtime?” Chrissy whined. If only Dan knew the panic gripping his poor wife – her silent external facade concealed an internal turmoil that felt like a violent storm raging within the confines of her tight chest with an explosive power that pushed outwards and sought escape. No release was possible and she securely imprisoned her dismay away from everyone as Chrissy realized she would soon be alone again with Reggae.

As she sat up, Dan kissed Chrissy on the cheek and headed off to work. Chrissy hopped out of bed in her cotton briefs and bra and quickly rummaged her dresser drawers searching for something to throw on. It was a race to get out of the house before Reggae woke up. Unfortunately, Reggae had risen earlier in the morning and already waited for his opportunity.

Chrissy found a pair of olive colored Capris pants and beige blouse. But before she put them on, Reggae entered her room wearing only a pair of baggy, black gym shorts with a huge, visible bulge in them. She couldn’t help noticing the large, well defined muscles in his dark chest.

“Ya plan to go somewhere?” Reggae sneered.

“I need to look for work. I would appreciate it if you didn’t come in my room anymore,” Chrissy answered with a mixture of annoyance and fear.

“I’ll come in your room anytime I want, bitch,” Reggae replied with a smirk, advancing closer to Chrissy.

Chrissy backed away from Reggae aghast of his intentions. His massive stature dwarfed her petite frame.

“Please get away from me,” Chrissy meekly implored backing against her dresser with further retreat impossible.

“What’s da matter baby? Don’t ya want some more fuckin?” Reggae sarcastically asked.

Chrissy shook her head, “No, please leave me alone!”

Reggae pulled down his shorts, guided Christy’s hand to his colossal cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and jerked, tears pouring from her eyes like a rapid drip from a leaky faucet.

Chrissy despised what Reggae forced her to do. But if she made him cum by jerking him off, perhaps he wouldn’t fuck her this time, she thought.

Chrissy stood within an inch facing Reggae clad in only her cotton briefs and bra, her fair white skin.contrasting with Reggae’s dark brown complexion. His cock had an almost hypnotic affect on her. Chrissy couldn’t help studying the monstrous phallus she worked in her hand. It felt smooth and warm from blood flowing into it, and almost reached Reggae’s belly button. Some clear, slippery fluid began oozing from the hole at its tip.

A few twitches indicated the pleasure it received from Chrissy’s small hand and woke her from her trance. She needed to make him cum to avoid having intercourse with him today, she remembered. Reggae noticed the improvement in Chrissy’s technique; the tempo of her gentle tugs increased.

He realized what Chrissy was trying to do. But Reggae had incredible self-control and decided to let Chrissy relinquish her dignity in her vain attempt.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. Ya like my cock, don’t ya bitch?” Reggae goaded.

Christy hated the vile thing and wished it would fall off the sick bastard. But she answered Reggae’s taunts with silence as she concentrated on making him cum.

“Oh, I gonna cum real soon,” Reggae spurred. In truth he was nowhere near an orgasm. Chrissy was merely getting his cock ready like a fluffer in porn production.

Chrissy’s enthusiasm for the hand job on Reggae grew to a demeaning level. An uninvolved party unfamiliar with her situation might view it as eager consent on her part. Unknown to her he set up a hidden camera so could he edit it and use her seeming enthusiasm in the future to blackmail her.

Reggae watched the wedding band on Christy’s finger sparkle as she stroked him. He reached around Chrissy’s back and unfastened her bra. It began sliding from her tits.

“No, Reggae – please,” Chrissy said as she caught the falling bra with her other arm before it came completely off.

“Let it go, bitch. I wanna see yours tits or I gonna get real mad,” Reggae growled.

Chrissy reluctantly put her arm down and allowed her bra to fall the rest of the way off, revealing her light pink, quarter-sized areolas. The bruises on her tits were practically gone. Reggae put his lips to her nipple and began sucking and nibbling the sensitive flesh, causing it to harden.

“Oh, God, no – don’t make me do this,” Chrissy blurted raising her head and staring at the ceiling.

After bringing her left nipple to attention, Reggae soothingly rolled it between his fingers while moving his mouth to Chrissy’s right one and repeating the process. Chrissy’s young, pink nipples poked toward Reggae as he twirled his fingers around them and took turns suckling on each like a baby.

From earlier encounters, Chrissy knew the more she cooperated with Reggae, the less pain he caused her. She lost her enthusiasm tugging on his penis realizing the futility of her effort and the inevitability of what came next.

He subtly ushered her toward the bed. Reggae had enough foreplay and he wanted to be in Chrissy’s soft, tight pussy again.

Aware of where Reggae’s guiding efforts were leading, Chrissy awkwardly moved until she stumbled backward. She lost her footing and with an additional shove fell into the mattress.

Where he wanted her, Reggae grabbed Chrissy’s knees as they hung from the bed, and tried separating them.

“Ya resisting again bitch?” Reggae scoffed.

“I don’t want to do this!”

Suddenly, Reggae’s fingers tightened around her nipples and twisted slightly.

“I guess ya wants dis da hard way,” Reggae warned.

“Asawa ohhh ahhh, please don’t hurt me again,” Chrissy pleaded, inching her legs apart and nearly avoiding the painful alternative.

“Dat’s better,” Reggae said, returning to her knees and helping spread her legs. “It will be easier for ya if ya stops fighting me.”

With her legs apart, Reggae pulled Chrissy’s cotton briefs to the side and delved his tongue into her soft, pink, flesh. Her sweet juices flowed into his mouth. He parted Chrissy’s labia with his thumbs and his tongue wondered to her clit. Reggae trained Chrissy how susceptible it was to the right touch.

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” Chrissy sobbed. “You made me have sex with you Friday. I don’t like doing this with you.” But her clit embarrassingly revealed the pleasure it received by growing longer and harder from the unwanted stimulation.

“I’m going to tell the police and have you sent to jail,” Chrissy sniveled.

Reggie ignored her. Chrissy would have already carried through with that threat two weeks ago when he first raped her if she was ever going to. Her type was too good to admit being taken by a Nigger.

“Ya my bitch now and yer pussy is mine. Do ya understand? Ya lay down, keep dem legs open and yer mouth shut unless ya wants me to make ya.”

Chrissy whimpered as Reggae orally assaulted her. She hated Reggie and the way her body responded to him.

Chrissy looked down as Reggie yanked her panties off.

“What are you doing?” Chrissy stupidly asked between sniffs. Reggae once again pushed her legs as far apart as they would go and then positioned his cock at her luscious entrance. “I can’t have sex with you. You’re too big for me and I’m not taking birth control. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

Chrissy and Dan relied solely on condoms for birth control. Chrissy never paid close attention to her ovulation cycle and her youthful periods sometimes occurred sporadically. She really didn’t know exactly when her fertile period began.

The bulbous head of Reggae’s penis entered Chrissy’s unprotected vagina during her protests, “Please at least use one of my husband’s condoms. They’re in the dresser drawer.”

“Oh, no, honey. I’s wants ya to feel my cock inside ya, not some piece of rubber,” Reggae answered penetrating further.

“Please, Reggae, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll jerk you off; I’ll suck your cock – just don’t do this to me again. I don’t want a baby.”

Chrissy’s pleas made Reggae more excited and desirous of impregnating the stuck up, white bitch.

Reggae pushed more of his thick, lengthy cock into Chrissy and watched her grimace from the invasion.

“Owe! Ah, ah, ah,” Chrissy responded in unison to Reggae’s motions. It had been several days since their last encounter, and it took a few moments for her tight cunt to readapt to his size.

“Owe, please stop. You’re too big. Oweeeeeee! Oh, no more. Ohhhhhh!,” Chrissy cried as he incrementally pushed more of himself into her. Reggae stopped at two thirds his length. But Christy’s sobs continued after Reggae’s penis ceased advancing. This was a new boundary established with difficulty.

Chrissy’s discomfort eventually diminished and her vagina started to feel pleasure again, it now conformed to the additional length. She didn’t understand that the subsiding pain meant her anatomy was changing for her new mate. She was gradually turning into a black cock whore nymphomaniac. Eyes closed, her gyrating movements started to look like professional prostitute.

Reggae felt her pussy contract around his cock.

Chrissy clenched the sheets in her hands and gritted her teeth in angry frustration. Why was her body reacting this way to such a hateful act by such a disgusting beast?

“Yer pussy sho loves big, black cock in it, girl,” Reggae taunted as Chrissy’s vaginal spasms became stronger and more frequent.

“No, I don’t want this. You’re a sick, disgusting, basta…” Before Chrissy could finish speaking, Reggae accelerated his thrusts and altered position. Greater friction against Christy’s g-spot and clit interrupted her objections.

“Oh, oooh, oooooooooooh, noooooo,” Christy whined, angrily entering extremely intense orgasms. “No…no… no… please… stooooooop. Oooooooooooh.”

Chrissy never experienced orgasms this strong before.

***

How did the days go? Chrissy grew used to Reggae’s cock inside her and became subdued by the unwanted pleasure it caused. She looked at the clock on the nightstand as Reggae came in her for the fifth time that day.

“Reggae, we have to stop now. Dan will be home soon.”

Reggae withdrew his shiny, black, schlong from her sperm-flooded cunt.

The many orgasms she unsuccessfully fought to avoid left Chrissy feeling exhausted even though Reggae performed the work. She hated him for what he did. She came so many times, she lost count. She resented the way he forced her body to respond in ways she didn’t want. But did the orgasms mean she enjoyed sex with this horrible black man?

There was no time to dwell on these disturbing thoughts. Chrissy changed the sheets and took a shower to eliminate evidence of what occurred in her marital bed. With a wash cloth she attempted removing the cum Reggae deposited in her. It was part of him and she didn’t want him in her body. But most of Reggae’s semen was beyond reach where it would live for days searching for an egg to fertilize.

Dan returned home fatigued after 12 hours of work in a hot warehouse.

He barely responded to Chrissy’s hugs and kisses as she greeted him.

“Hi, Honey – I’m dead tired. What’s for dinner?” Dan asked. He failed to notice the anguish Chrissy wore on her face.

“Hey, Bro, how about a cold beer?” Reggae interjected, handing Dan a bottle of Michelob and taking one himself. The two went into the living room while Christy stayed in the kitchen preparing supper.

Dan and Reggae sat in the living room watching a football game on TV. Chrissy heard them howl over a play and disliked them bonding. Reggae was like cancer in her marriage, separating her from Dan physically and isolating her emotionally. Why couldn’t Dan see it? Reggae’s charade sickened her – pretending to be Dan’s buddy while taking her behind his back.

Chrissy needed carrots. She stared contemptuously at the full stock of beer Reggae kept when she opened the refrigerator. Dan rarely drank before Reggae moved in. But with Reggae’s encouragement, Dan became intoxicated every evening.

As the three sat down for dinner, Dan announced, “I’ve got some great news, baby. I’m getting a $200 bonus plus earning more overtime. They’re sending me to the Armorillo warehouse for two weeks. They’re short on help there.

Chrissy’s world was collapsing around her.

“You mean you won’t be home for two weeks?” Christy nervously asked.

When do you have to go?”

I have to pack some things tonight because I’m leaving tomorrow,” Dan replied. “It’s kind of short notice, but I jumped at the opportunity to get some extra money. Don't worry I'll send money to you for home expenses.

Chrissy noticed Reggae – who sat across from her – sporting a grin as she tried to maintain her composure. The way he dominated her, he might as well milk his paycheck from her.

“Oh, Dan, I don’t want you to go and leave me. Can I come with you?”

Chrissy asked in hopes of escaping Reggae’s plans.

“I’m afraid not. The company is making us share hotel rooms and their insurance won’t allow non-employees to travel in their vehicles,” Dan replied.

***

The next day Reggae asked if he could ride with them into town to see Dan off. He claimed he needed to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy.

Reggae’s vices affected them like contagious disease: first sex with Chrissy, then drinking with Dan. Chrissy saw it, yet Dan obliviously believed Reggae was his friend.

After dropping Dan off at work, the drive home began in silence until Chrissy felt Reggie’s hand glide up her inner thigh and rub her crotch.

“Please stop touching me, Reggae. I don’t like it,” Chrissy said.

“Then why ya get so wet and cum for me so much?” Reggae asked.

Chrissy felt ashamed responded with silent tears face turning red in embarrassment, she could not help but get aroused and utter "oh oh oh ah ah ah" continuing to drive with Reggae’s hand massaging her pussy through her pants now getting wet from her love juice. Chrissy thought about the previous night and how she didn’t make love with her husband because he could no longer satisfy her sexually. Instead, Reggae would soon take her again and make enjoy her orgasm.

Reggae got wood as he thought about working his cock into Chrissy and pumping her cunt full of cum. With Dan out of town they would be alone together for two weeks. She would certainly be bathing in his cum.

Chrissy stopped the car in the driveway to drop Reggae off and leave – where to she didn’t know. But Reggae anticipated Chrissy’s intentions.

“Pull into the garage.”

“No, Reggae, I’m not going in with you. I’m staying somewhere else,” Chrissy defiantly said.

Surprised by Chrissy’s sudden courage, Reggae could take the fight out of her like any other stuck-up white princess he previously dominated. He began unbuttoning Chrissy’s pants there in the driveway.

“What the hell are you doing?” Chrissy yelled as she tried to pull Reggae’s hands away from her. How could he attempt such a thing outside where anyone could see what he was doing? Chrissy’s small hands were no match for Reggae. He quickly unfastened her pants and slid his fingers inside her panties.

“No, stop!” Chrissy shouted as he located her clit and pinched it.

“Oooowe! You’re hurting me, aaaaahhhh” Chrissy came, the jolt of pain coursing through her nerves like a paralyzing electrical shock. Her bravery quickly vanished. She became weak and submissive.

“Now, pulls the car in, bitch,” Reggae confidently directed, with his free hand pushing the button on the remote opening the garage door.

She pulled in and the door closed behind them.

“Gives me the keys,” Reggae demanded.

Chrissy complied and Reggae’s excruciating grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands grasped the steering wheel. She looked down in disgust watching Reggae’s fingers work inside her blue, silk undies.

Reggae had Chrissy’s car keys – her means of escape. She tried to figure a way to get them back, although she had nowhere to flee. But it became difficult to concentrate, her pussy getting receptive to his touch. Reggae coaxed her undesired arousal.

“Oh, Reggae, please don’t,” Chrissy begged squeezing her eyes shut to stop watching her molestation. The sound of Reggae’s fingers splashing in her silky secretions was just as disturbing as the images from her open eyes. Chrissy felt messy down there and embarrassed by her body’s reaction contradicting her revulsion.

“Ya see how much nicer it is when ya listens to me and does what I says?” Reggae asked.

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

Her soaked pussy readied to be fucked, still Reggae worked her intimate folds, enjoying the conflicting expressions of disdain and pleasure in her face.

The conflict in Chrissy’s face told Reggae she was wearing down, surrendering to lust. He witnessed similar reactions in his previous victims.

After Reggae caused Chrissy’s beautiful face to contort with discordance between emotion and physical pleasure he forced her to experience, Reggae finally withdrew his wet fingers and licked her tasty juices from them.

Chrissy watched Reggae lick her nectar with revulsion. At least he stopped fondling her. The welcome interruption restored her control over her body. Her clit was like her control button, he could take over and order her around like a slave.

She regained her composure and the tension in Chrissy’s face dissipated.

“Ya ready to goes inside da house?” Reggae inquired.

Chrissy tried to think of ways out of her wretched situation. Maybe she could run to her room and call for help? But how could she avoid explaining the embarrassing details? Who would believe Reggae raped her so many times yet she didn’t report the crime or tell her husband until now?

Little did she know he even has edited videos of her as more incriminating evidence against her that she wanted it.

Dan would know what Reggae did to her and wouldn’t want her anymore. Reggae would brag the sex was consensual because he made her cum multiple times.

One thing became evident: the longer this relationship went on, the more difficult it became to stop. She had to act now.

Chrissy slowly nodded her head in affirmation, exited the car, and re-buttoned her pants. Reggae would now be the new master of the house to be served by his latest bitch. She cannot complain if he stole some valuables or milked her money at the side. He could hardly wait to get his cock inside her wet cunt again as he watched her tight ass walk in front of him toward the door. He enjoyed forcing girls, especially married white ones, to orgasm when he knew they didn’t want to, compelling them in a way, even though involuntary, into betraying their white husbands with a black man.

Chrissy reached the door to the house and waited for Reggae to unlock it with keys he took. Reggae came up behind Chrissy and fiddled to open the door. Even through their clothing she felt his huge cock push against the top of her butt. His penis seemed toovlarge to be human and she didn’t want it inside her again.

When Reggae opened the door, Chrissy bolted from him. She knew all too well where his monstrous penis would be if she didn’t get away.

Chrissy’s flight caught Reggae off guard and it tookvhim a moment to react. She reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut with him close behind.

A second more might have been enough to set the lock, giving her time to call 911, but Reggae already turned the knob. Chrissy’s feet slid along the hardwood floor as she attempted holding the door closed with all the weight of her petite body against it.

“Don’t touch me you disgusting animal!” Chrissy screeched, Reggae wrestling her into bed. As she lay on her back, Chrissy tried to kick Reggae in the testicles to prevent him from climbing on top of her.

Averting Chrissy’s foot, Reggae punched her in the gut like the first time he raped her, and again she gasped for air.

With Chrissy heaving for air, Reggae savagely undressed her. He unbuttoned her khakis, tossed hervsandals from her soft feet, and then jerked off Chrissy’s pants with her hands unsuccessfully clutching their waistband. He yanked her shirt completely off in one swift movement, leaving her scantily clad in a blue silk bra and panties from Victoria’s Secret.

Dan missed seeing his incredibly sexy wife in her seductive lingerie. He was as gullible as white boys came, Reggae thought, and had no clue that while he slaved to earn a couple of bucks he will milk from his wife anyway, his beautiful, little wife was home getting tapped by a black drug dealer.

Reggae removed Chrissy’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.

“Please… no,” Chrissy bawled. Reggae’s fingers delicately stroked her clitoris.

Reggae delighted in his good fortune. Dan seemed nice enough for a white guy, although not too bright. Only a fool with a wife like Chrissy would allow a strange black man to move into his home. Dan practically invited him to ravish her perfect little body, Reggae reasoned. So he deserved having his wife molested and taken by a nigger for being stupid.

Chrissy’s vagina became wet again and embarrassing sounds of his fingers dancing in her dampness returned. He spoke soothingly while fingering Chrissy’s clit to help quell her angst.

“I told ya before dat things would be easier if ya does what I says and stops resisting. We can do dis the hard way if ya wants. It’s up to ya.”

Chrissy stopped gasping for air catching most of her breath and responded, “I know Reggae … I’m sorry… I’ll be good now… don’t hurt me anymore.”

Reggae smiled at his victory. Chrissy couldn’t fight it. She tried being a tiger, but he made her purr like a pussycat instead. With his hand still inside her panties, Reggae observed Chrissy become tense, her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth gape open as his fingers finessed her engorged clitty.

She was cumming.

He loved watching Chrissy helplessly lay there having an orgasm she didn’t want.

“Please… noooooo…ohhh.. stoooooooop,” Christy mewled. She didn’t want it to feel good and futilely fought not to orgasm.

“That’s it, Baby. Keeps cumming for me,” Reggae whispered in Chrissy’s ear as he continued his ministrations. Reggae played with her like a toy, amusing himself with the reflexes causing Chrissy to climax. He used her clit and manipulated Chrissy like a puppet, Reggae the puppet master mercilessly pulling her strings.

Reggie took his time masturbating Chrissy to enjoy her subtleties: beautifully manicured fingers clasped around his wrist unable to pull his hand away, how 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 when he easily made her have more orgasms? Dan wouldn’t be back for two weeks. The situation was perfect.

“Okay, please stop,” Christy begged. She recovered from an orgasm and looked at Reggae with beautiful, blue eyes. “I’m married and this is wrong.” There had to be some spark of compassion inside him, she thought.

He wouldn’t stop.

“Oh, no, please… don’t, nooooooh,” Chrissy exclaimed. Her eyes became dreamy, her tension grew, and she let Reggae’s fingers work unhindered again. With Christy paralyzed by another pleasure wave, Reggae pulled down her briefs.

Chrissy was in the midst of an intense orgasm when Reggae removed his hand from her pussy and undressed, his fantastically large cock pointing out from his muscular body like an anime character. Pulling her to the edge of the bed and grabbing Chrissy’s knees, Reggae spread her legs to better access the delicate flower between them. Gently, Reggae separated her soft, pink, pedals for easier entry. He made her so responsive she didn’t protest.

Before Chrissy regained her senses to resist, Reggae positioned himself at her saturated entrance.

“Can you use a condom for me this time? Dan has rubbers you can use,” Chrissy said while Reggae stroked her sensitive clitoris with the head of his cock, readying for entry. Chrissy didn’t want to get pregnant; but more importantly, she would take anything that lessened intimacy with this horrible man. Even a thin latex barrier prevented complete contact of their genitals and was better than nothing, she thought.

Reggae never used condoms. But he knew there was no way in hell Dan’s could fit him anyway. “Since yer doing what I says now and asking nicely, I’ll wears a rubber this time only if ya can get it on me,” Reggae said.

Chrissy fumbled to open the packet. While she saw Dan put on condoms, she had never put one on a man’s penis before.

Reggae moved up and kneeled over her chest, his thick, black meat almost reaching Christy’s cute little nose. Chrissy nervously tried to get thevelastic membrane to cover Reggae’s cock. But the rubbers which easily fit her husband didn’t come close on Reggae.

Chrissy couldn’t help noticing how thick, firm, and warm Reggae’s cock felt in her hands. It was hard, yet the skin felt soft and smooth to touch. Large veins looked like they might burst through its dark shaft. The revolting thing that had been unwelcomely put in her so many times began fascinating her.

“I tolds ya it wouldn’t fit, Baby. I ain’t found a rubber that’s my size yet,” Reggae playfully taunted.

It had to fit, she thought.

Reggae watched the sparkles fly from Chrissy’s wedding and engagement rings could be worth some money if he can't milk their money and valuables anymore.

As her dainty fingers frantically gripped his titanic prick. “I can’t wait much longer, Baby,” he warned.

“Please, Reggae – I almost have it,” Christy nervously answered.

Reggae moved his penis – in size comparable to the best hung porn stars like John Holmes, Peter North, and Ron Jeremy, only black – away from Chrissy’s face back to her pussy.

Chrissy panicked as Reggie’s cock left her grasp.

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

Chrissy dropped the unused rubber somewhere on the floor as Reggae eased into her.

“Owe… please, oh… no…you’re too big! Oooh!” Chrissy exclaimed, his incredible organ slithering past its previous depths.

“Hush, it gonna be okay. Ya gonna take a little more of me today Baby,” Reggae said as he carefully pushed additional cock in her.

Chrissy’s faces of discomfort entertained Reggae. He watched her twist the sheets in her fists. He made contact with places inside her no cock had been before.

“Owe, it hurts, it hurts, please, oh, no more,” Chrissy whimpered with tears.

“Jus a little more for me Baby. We’s almost there,” Reggae kept repeating.

Her vaginal muscles adjusted and Chrissy’s pain abated. She wished Reggae would cum quickly and be done with her. But she was already familiar with Reggae’s rare ability, which Dan lacked, of controlling his orgasms. He could go hours without cumming when he wanted. His golf-ball sized testicles produced so much sperm that his cock was like a gusher when he finally popped his batch for her; and after a short recovery he was ready to go again. If only Dan hadn’t let this sex monster move into their home.

Reggae astutely read Chrissy’s emotions. The arrogant, white bitch still disliked being fucked by him, but not as much as first. She would get used to fucking a black man without condoms the more he forced her to.

Chrissy tried ignoring the sensations from his cock, questioning to herself why Dan went to Amorillo and left her alone with Reggae. How could he be so stupid and allow this strange, black man into their home? It was Dan’s fault this was happening and another man’s penis was in her.

She was becoming more susceptible to Reggae’s technique.

“Ooooh, Reggie, I can’t… nooooooo,” Chrissy murmured.

Reggae smiled as Chrissy’s body tensed and her pussy pulsated. He could tell she grew tired of fighting because she climaxed sooner than when he firststarted fucking her.

“That’s a girl. Don’t fights it anymore. Let go and cum for me,” Reggie said as he went on without pausing.

Chrissy gave up. Her anger and shame left and she went into ecstasy again.

“I’s gonna cum soon, Baby,” Reggae announced.

Chrissy looked into Reggie’s eyes and asked, “Please take it out for me; don’t cum in me.”

He surprised her. Chrissy felt Reggae’s schlong pulling out. She raised herself up on her elbows and watched it shoot white, gooey jism all over her body. She never saw a penis ejaculate so much and so violently. It fired potent, baby making fluid at her in rapid succession like a semi-automatic pistol, raining semen on her face, tits and in her belly button. Reggae wiped his cock along Chrissy’s engorged clitoris, causing her involuntary coital movements.

“Don’t put it there,” Chrissy mewled, afraid by how dangerously close it was to entering her again with residual cum still oozing from it.

Reggae ran the head of his cock along her pink folds, leaving a trail of semen all over Christy’s pussy, aware of how aroused and responsive she remained.

Chrissy feared receiving his seed and getting pregnant.

Reggae rubbed his cum into Chrissy’s smooth, white skin. He scooped the puddle out of her belly button with his thumb and spread it all along her tummy, then proceeded up to her tits and used the slippery spunk on her erect nipples, before collecting the last of it on her face and having her lick it from his fingers.

Chrissy’s hate of Reggae temporarily abated somewhat. She was aroused yet he withdrew from her this time like she asked.

***

They entered the shower together; Chrissy glancing at Reggae’s enormous penis periodically. It remained flaccid and the break from sex allowed her thoughts to clear. Evening had arrived. Chrissy recalled it starting with Reggae fondling her during the drive home that morning. It felt like she had been under anesthesia throughout the day from all the sex and orgasms he made her have.

In the shower Reggae observed streams of water flow down Chrissy’s fair skin. He took the wash cloth and began bathing her. His attentions went from her soft cunt to her cute little ass and perky breasts. In the confines of the shower, his huge cock touched her numerous times. Fortunately, Reggae’s penis remained dormant, hanging half way down his knee and allowing Chrissy to avoid more intercourse.

Reggae toweled Chrissy dry when the phone rang. Still naked, she answered, Reggae beside her.

“Hi, Dan, how was your trip to Amorillo,” Christy asked.

***

Reggae held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in Christy’s dresser. They were special undergarments she only wore for Dan.

“Put these on for me,” Reggae demanded.

She had no choice. After slipping on the sexy undergarments, she went to her closet.

“What’s ya goin there foe?” Reggae sneered.

“I need to put something else on.”

“Ya ain’t wearing nothing else tonight. Ya gots enough on. Ya can sleep in those or nothing at all.”

Exhausted from a day of sex, Chrissy went to bed in the risqui undergarments Reggae selected. The nightly visions of Reggae’s cock in her pussy haunted Chrissy briefly before she entered a deep slumber. But the same dreams returned late morning when Chrissy’s journey into forgetful nothingness ended and she entered lighter sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night, he must have crawled into bed with her. Chrissy awoke in Reggae’s embrace, his hand on her breast. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip. She couldn’t tell for certain if they had more unprotected sex during the night, but her panties were still on and she would have woken if they did.

She had slept for over 12 hours. Chrissy carefully tried to ease away from Reggae’s hold without waking him.

His right hand left her breast and slid down Chrissy’s smooth, firm tummy.

Chrissy dreaded where Reggie’s hand might eventually.go; but, it stopped at the waistband of her thong.

He resumed lightly sleeping.

Chrissy remained still. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys, and go somewhere to get away from him; but where? She had allowed things to go too far too long. Her sex with Reggae now bordered on consensual. She was wearing a thong in bed with him for Christ’s sake. How did she let this happen?

Chrissy felt trapped. She loved Dan and didn’t want to be taken by Reggae anymore. What if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle, and didn’t know exactly when she started her last period.

She tried slowly rolling on her side without waking Reggae. But, his hand held firm and wouldn’t let her move.

He was awake. His hand went in Chrissy’s thong where she feared it would go.

“I can’t keep doing this with you, Reggae. I might get pregnant. Don’t make me have sex again,” Chrissy pleaded. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist trying to stop him.

Reggae’s morning erection begged relief. “Don’t worry, Baby. I’ll take it right out,” Reggae said unconvincingly, his fingers exploring her folds and locating her clitoris.

“Please, Reggae, no,” Christy sobbed.

Reggae knew her tears would pass. The little, white slut was already getting wet for him. Her clit loved his stroke.

He made her cries fainter masturbating her.

Reggae moved the thin, silk strip of her thong to theside, carefully stretched her glistening labia open, and placed the head of his cock to her moist, pastel entrance.

“Please, Reggae, no.”

“I gots to. I’ll takes it right out, Baby.”

Frequent intercourse with Reggae over the past weeks allowed him to snugly slide into her with little discomfort for Chrissy now.

“Oh!” Chrissy briefly exclaimed as Reggie entered.

Chrissy wished Dan’s condoms fit Reggae. Still uneasy about direct contact, Chrissy began getting accustomed to the enhanced sensations of his uncovered penis inside her. She didn’t want it to, but it felt better without condoms.

Reggae waited for Chrissy to become very aroused and then put the rest of his penis in her.

“Ooooooh, nooooooooh, Reggae,” Chrissy said. She pushed against his chest. She was cumming already. His big cock felt so good inside her without a condom. It rubbed the right areas in her so perfectly.

Chrissy’s mouth hung agape and her fingers dug into Reggae’s muscular chest as she slipped into euphoria.

“Oooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooooooooooooh,” Chrissy moaned each time Reggie’s cock proceeded to completely fill her.

Reggae enjoyed the wonderful sensation of burying it in her.

Chrissy lay beneath Reggae’s large frame instinctively responding to the presence of his penis. Her pussy contracted rhythmically, as if trying to suck every drop of semen from him. Chrissy became more complacent and responsive for Reggae each time he boned her – like he knew she would. Few women could resist his “talents”.

Dan let Reggae move in and do this to her. Reggae promised to take his cock out before he came, Chrissy rationalized as her excitement built. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and began kissing her while she was cumming.

After a moment of indulgence Chrissy turned her face away and said, “No,” as if awakening from sleep and realizing what she was doing. But Reggae grabbed her chin and forced his tongue back in her mouth.

“Mmmph,” Christy tried to speak.

Chrissy surrendered to the kiss. She was in midst of orgasm and their genitals already shared fluids so what difference did a kiss make? She gradually accepted intimacy with Reggae.

“I’s gonna cum. Do ya wants to swallow it, Baby?”

It would be better to swallow his cum than having him cum in her pussy again.

“Okay,” Chrissy answered.

Reggae extracted his long, wet cock from her.

Chrissy got on her knees and placed her lips around its head. It began squirting rich cream. She swallowed and it kept filling her mouth with more. Chrissy ran her tongue up and down Reggae’s shaft the way he taught her, returning to its head to lick the residual cum still oozing out.

Alone on the bed as Reggae showered, Chrissy wondered how much longer this might continue. Would Reggae ever leave her alone? She couldn’t run away and couldn’t get Reggae to stop. She saw the open rubber she dropped yesterday still on the floor. Dan might notice it missing when he returned. She needed to replace it and find a larger size. Unprotected sex with Reggae was like playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun.

Still without her keys, Chrissy accompanied Reggae into town.

“What ya need at da store?” Reggae asked.

Chrissy hesitantly explained, “I need to replace Dan’s condom we tried to use yesterday or he might find out about us.”

Reggae smiled driving Chrissy’s car. She was reacting.exactly the way he intended. The frequent sex was turning her into a Nigger’s white slut.

“I knows jus wheres to go,” Reggae said taking Chrissy to a pharmacy he knew in the hood.

Once near their destination, Reggae parked Chrissy’s car on the side of the street a couple of blocks from the drug store. The two walked the rest of the way.

Chrissy didn’t like this part of town. Black faces everywhere stared at her. Everyone knew Reggae though, and enthusiastically greeted him as they walked.

Once inside the pharmacy, Reggae led Chrissy to the contraceptives. Chrissy located Dan’s brand and then searched for rubbers large enough to fit Reggae. Chrissy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggae was consenting to sex with him. But if she didn’t purchase them and Reggae continued taking her, she might get pregnant.

Chrissy pulled Dan’s brand of condoms from the shelf and the largest ones for Reggae.

“The smallest and largest rubbers we sell,” the elderly black pharmacist commented under his breath. He rang them up and laughed handing her back the black box of Magnum XXXL condoms for Reggie. “I bet I know who these are for,” he chuckled seeing Reggae standing behind her.

***

They hadn’t have sex since morning; her longest abstinence from Reggae since Dan went to Amorillo. Perhaps Reggae finally tired of her, Chrissy hoped, and wouldn’t find his way into her bed this evening.

After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded and erotic images of her and Reggae occupied Chrissy’s slumber. She thought she was having a recurring wet dream, but awoke with Reggae beside her and his hand inside her panties working her clitoris. While unconscious Reggae brought her close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused.

“Reggae, I can’t keep doing this with you.” Chrissy said. She raised her hips betraying herself.

Reggae slid Chrissy ’s silk panties down her legs. Her bra followed, lost somewhere in the bed as she lay completely naked for him. At least she was ready for what awaited. She handed one of the XXXL Magnum condoms to him.

“What da hell is dis for?”

“For me, please use it,” Chrissy asked.

Reggae took the rubber from her and tossed it across the room. “Sorry, Baby, I doesn’t wear dose. I want’s ya to feel me, not some piece of rubber.”

Her hopes dashed, she felt all of him keenly. Reggae inserted his uncovered penis in her as he did many times before, male and female organs intermingling and their fluids mixing together. Part of Chrissy was glad Reggae refused the condom. She started liking it better without them. Her body craved the intimacy even though another part of her didn’t.

“I’m married. We need to stop. What if I get pregnant?”

“I promise ya won’t get pregnant, Baby,” Reggae lied, ignoring her and thrusting his massive, black appendage in her slippery, pink opening.

“Ooooooooooh,” Chrissy exclaimed, now thoroughly familiar with Reggae’s huge, unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dan, but his smaller penis didn’t feel nearly as pleasing. She didn’t know how or why she acquired a desire for Reggae’s larger size.

Moonlight poured in through the window and Reggae watched Chrissy writhe beneath him on his black pole. She surrendered to female instincts just like others he victimized in the past. They all eventually succumbed – some sooner, some later.

“Oh, oooooooooooooh stooooop. Please, I can’t… ooooooooooooooooh,” she moaned over again.

She could and she did, Reggae made sure of it. He knew she really wanted it. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat, ending the protests she really didn’t mean.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” Chrissy made muffled cries of erotic passion. Her soft hands pushing against Reggae’s black, muscular pecs slid around his back and embraced him.

If only Dan could see his beautiful wife cumming on a big Nigger cock, Reggae thought. His woody became harder and Chrissy unconsciously locked her legs around his ass. Reggae seduced her by spoiling her pussy with repeated force-feedings of his grade “A” cock. Now she hungered for it like other haughty white women he turned into sluts.

Reggae felt Chrissy’s silky pussy throbbing around his black baby maker. Her hips twisted and turned, rose and fell in reply to his thrusts as their bodies communicated physical pleasure to each other. She wasn’t too good for Niggers anymore, Reggae thought.

“I’s gonna cum in ya,” Reggie announced as he finally removed his tongue from her mouth.

Chrissy lost control and could not stop grinding her pussy into Reggae’s cock, “Oooooooh… aaaaaaaaaah… naaaaaaaaaaaaah,” she nonsensically heaved.

Reggae ejaculated copiously inside her.

Her pussy milked his cock like a vacuum cleaner trying to suck every bit of cum from him.

She didn’t care that Reggae filled her with cum. The more they fucked the better Reggae’s cock felt. She couldn’t resist him anymore. She wanted him to stay inside her forever.

In the bright moonlight, extremely wet and messy from lovemaking, Chrissy observed how beautifully their two bodies contrasted: Reggae’s hard, muscles, her toned yet gentle curves; his dark complexion, her fair skin. They complemented each other.

Dan didn’t have to ever know about Reggae, Chrissy.thought. Reggae could have her when Dan was gone. Exhausted from wild sex and now secure in Reggae’s embrace, Chrissy drifted back to sleep having made a transition from rape victim to consenting adulterous partner without even realizing it.

The early morning sun filled the bedroom, causing Chrissy to wake up.

Her pussy felt all crusty from Reggae’s dried spunk. What was she doing? She allowed herself to become his plaything. Chrissy turned to find Reggae staring.at her with eyes wide open.

“My cock is hard and aches real bad,” Reggae said as his hand glided down her tummy and between her legs.

Chrissy could not believe Reggae’s sex drive. How could he possibly be horny after so much sex just a few hours ago? Her Grandpa used to call them jungle bunnies. She thought it a racist term for black people. But she didn’t know any black people until Reggie. Perhaps it was an accurate description of black men if all were this potent and fucked like rabbits.

Like Pavlov’s dog, Chrissy became wet just from Reggae’s suggestion.

“I shouldn’t have sex with you.”

Reggae rolled on his back and pulled her onto him. “Gets on top and fuck my cock likes a good girl.”

Chrissy didn’t really have a choice anyway. Her petite body slithered on to Reggie’s muscular frame.

“Now put my cock in your pussy,” Reggae instructed.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” Chrissy dumbly asked reaching down, aiming his shaft, and slowly impaling herself.

Once Chrissy took him fully inside her, Reggae firmly grabbed her hips with his large hands and guided her pelvic movements until Chrissy instinctively took over. She leaned forward against Reggae’s hard body and her erect nipples poked into his chest.

“That’s a good girl,” Reggae encouraged as Chrissy mounted him for her first time.

Reggae looked in the mirror across the room and observed the beautiful curves of Chrissy’s smooth, firm, buttocks. He watched her white ass hump his slick, black rod. He could see the pink membranes of her labia clinging to it when her pussy pulled away, only to disappear when lowered again.

The entire situation seemed unreal to Chrissy. A month ago she had never even thought about being with another person besides Dan. Now she was fucking another man – an incredible black man.

“Oh my God, ooooh,” Chrissy moaned as her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her orgasms approached so quickly. The phone rang, jerking Chrissy back to reality. It must be Dan calling before work, Chrissy thought. She started to lift herself off Reggae; but, the black stud placed his hands firmly around her hips and forced her back down.

“Don’t ya get off my cock until I is finished. Justs keeps on fuckin,” Reggae said reaching for her phone. He answered with Chrissy sliding up and down his cock at a slower pace.

Chrissy hoped it wasn’t Dan calling.

“Hi Dan, how are you?” Reggae said.

Chrissy’s heart pounded in her chest as she heard Reggae mention Dan’s name. Here she was with another man’s cock in her pussy because of her stupid husband. Dan was so naive, unwittingly chatting on the phone with Reggae while Reggae banged her.

“Fine. Ya see the Lakers game there?” Me neither, buddy. I’ve been busy with school. Yea, she’s right here. Hold on,” Reggae said handing Chrissy the phone.

Chrissy looked mortified. How could she speak with her husband while she fucked Reggae?

She had no choice but to talk to Dan.

“Hi Baby, how are you?” Chrissy asked. “Oh I’m fine too.”

As the conversation with Dan continued, Chrissy stopped moving her hips. Reggae grabbed her firm assvwith both hands and forced her to resume riding his disco stick.

Chrissy listened to Dan speak; Reggae parted her ass cheeks and pressed his index finger into her anus. She didn’t want Dan to hear them, so she silently allowed Reggae to proceed. If Dan only knew the type of studying Reggie was doing — with her, he would have felt differently about his supposed friend.

“Relax, baby,” Reggae whispered in Chrissy’s ear as he pushed his finger deeper inside her tight, pink asshole.

“I’m glad Reggae’s there. I’m sure he will help you with things if you need him,” Dan said to her.

Reggae’s finger went all the way up Chrissy’s anus, with the rest of his hand firmly grasping the crack between her two cheeks. She had never felt anything like having a cock in her pussy and a finger working her asshole at the same time. In fact she never experienced anal sex before and didn’t know it felt so erogenous.

Eager to get off the phone before one of them lost control moaning or saying something that would raise Dan's suspicions, Chrissy pretended to have a bad signal, “What’s that honey? Hello? Dan? Can you hear me? I love you. I’ll call you back later. Bye.” Chrissy disconnected and turned off the phone, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. She French kissed Reggae as her hands ran up his body, across his burly chest and around his neck. She loved Dan but was falling in lust with Reggae.

***

“It’s good to be back. I missed watching the games in Amorillo,” Dan said reclining in the comfortable living room chair, sipping another beer, and watching the Cowboys play against the Dolphins with Reggae. Before the recession Dan had a better paying profession as a real estate agent and didn’t work nearly as hard for a lot more money.

Dan didn’t pay attention to how much friendlier his.wife became with Reggae. Chrissy sat closer to Reggae on the couch when watching television, and occasionally Reggae patted her ass when Dan wasn’t looking without any objection from her. Dan knew his wife. Chrissy would never cheat, especially with a black man. She made it evident in the past that she thought them inferior and unattractive.

Chrissy wore a pair of red, silk bikini briefs to bed that evening. Dan lay beside her, gently rubbing Chrissy’s shoulders. He missed sex with her. Chrissy worried if Dan would notice a difference in her vagina stretched by Reggae.

Dan put on a condom and began fucking her the same old way with what now felt like a child’s penis to Chrissy. Reggae’s giant cock spoiled her pussy, caused Dan’s average sized penis to feel deficient inside her. His small pecker barely stimulated her now.

The many instances Reggae fucked her without a condom caused the extra intimacy to become a habit for Chrissy. She missed the sensation of Reggae’s large, unsheathed dick and became frustrated.

“Oh, Baby, you feel so good inside me. I’m cumming,” Chrissy lied faking an orgasm to conceal disappointment at her husband’s premature ejaculation.

Her vagina felt different to Dan, but it had been a while since they made love and perhaps his memory was off.

***

“Hi Byron, how are sales going?” Reggae asked. It was a rhetorical question. Demand for illegal drugs was always good and sales were always up. Reggae phoned his lieutenant with an order.

“Get me more of dem Sleeping Beauties over here,” Reggae commanded. Reggae earned his status as a captain in the drug trade by never using the garbage he dealt. He had other plans for the pharmaceutical grade compound used medically for anesthesia and on the street, mixed with heroin and a few other naughty substances, as a date rape drug.

Dan sat in his recliner, Chrissy by herself on the sofa.

“Here ya go, Bro. Drink up,” Reggae said with a smile handing Dave a bottle of Michelob, condensation dripping down the cold glass like beads of sweat.

After bumping bottles together in a toast, Dan guzzled his third brew.

A little while later, Dan dozed off. The dim glow from the television provided the only light in the room. Chrissy fell asleep as well. Her head rested on Reggae’s shoulder. Reggae’s hand rubbed her inner thigh and then stealthily moved to her crotch. Reggae proceeded unbuttoning her pants. His hand slid inside her panties.

“Oh, no, oooooooh, stooooooop,” Chrissy quietly murmured. She was having a familiar dream about.Reggae as he masturbated and aroused her in her sleep. She awoke, grabbed his wrist and tried prying him out of her pants.

“No, Reggae. Stop. Dan will wake up,” Chrissy whispered.

Chrissy realized if Dan woke, he would fight with Reggae. Reggae would kick Dan’s ass badly and it wouldn’t be good.

“He ain’t waking up tonight,” Reggae said. “Don’t you worry none about it, Baby. I’ve done taken care of dat.”

Chrissy wasn’t sure exactly what Reggae meant, but he pulled her onto his lap as if Dan wasn’t there.

His fingers moved faster inside Chrissy’s pants and he watched her face contort from an orgasm. “No, please stop,” Chrissy quietly mewled when Reggae pulled down her jeans and panties. Her wet sounds filled the room. They faced Dan and Reggae spread her legs over his own, flashing Dan the pink insides of Chrissy’s glistening pussy by gingerly separating her labia with his black fingers.

Chrissy twisted with discomfort but Reggae’s arm, wrapped around her thin waist, held her in his lap. Her fidgeting subsided with her next orgasm. Reggae removed Chrissy’s shirt and bra and his hand slid to her cute breasts, tweaking her nipples. His other hand continued working her quivering pussy.

Chrissy quietly struggled to stop Reggae, fearful of Dan waking and seeing them.

Reggae pulled down his gym shorts and slowly placed his black, enormity inside Chrissy’s tight, pink cunt. Dave’s small wife writhed on the huge, black pole that was Reggae’s penis, Reggae’s fingers messaging her engorged clit.

His black rod travelled in and out of Chrissy’s pink folds, it actually fitting inside her seemed to defy physics. Dan peacefully slept while his gorgeous, model perfect wife got fucked by a Nigger in front of him.

She silently squirmed in Reggae’s lap that evening having orgasms and trying to stop before Dan awoke. But Dan remained in slumber the duration.

Reggae took his time. He grabbed Chrissy’s chin, turned her face and they french kissed.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm,” Chrissy moaned into Reggae’s mouth while his tongue explored hers. More and more, Chrissy’s hips moved with as much determination as his, euphoria bonding them together. She wanted him to cum in her. She didn’t care anymore if Dan saw them. She loved fucking Reggae’s cock.

Reggae came in her pussy. His love glue filled Chrissy and having no place else to go, flowed down his shaft.

Chrissy’s throbbing cunt milked every last squirt of cum from him. It was the wee hour of the morning when Chrissy left Reggae’s lap.

“Come to bed with me,” she spoke in Reggae’s ear.

Reggae gladly followed and the two went to bed, leaving Dan alone to sleep.

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