Unspoken Pleasure

“Don’t touch me you disgusting pig!” she screamed as Reggie entered her bedroom.

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

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

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

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

“You want it rough today, baby? I thought you was smarter than this, and that you had learned by now. You know you gonna take me one way or another.”

While Christy heaved for air, Reggie savagely undressed her. He tossed her sandals from her soft, manicured feet and unbuttoned her khakis.

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

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

“I wore them for Dave,” Christy whispered hoarsely.

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

Dave had allowed Reggie, a stranger, into their home without even a background check, and then left Christy alone with him every day. Dave deserved to lose his gorgeous wife for being stupid. That dumb white boy was clueless how his faithful wife was getting her pussy drilled by big black cock.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

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

Christy bawled. “Please… no, not again. No more.”

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

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

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

“I told you things would be easier if you do what I say and stop resisting. I love you and I wanna be nice to you. Do my homeboys need to visit your relatives? Maybe your sweet old grandma in Springfield? If you don’t cooperate it gonna happen soon. Do we have to do this the hard way?”

Christy stopped gasping for air, catching most of her breath. “I know Reggie… I’m sorry… You win… I’ll be good now… I’ll do what you want. I’m your girlfriend and I love you, okay? I want your big black cock inside me. Just don’t hurt my family.”

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

He masturbated her, and she desperately wished it wouldn’t feel good, but it did. “No… don’t… ooh… please.”

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

“Ooh… no… stop it.”

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

Christy tried ignoring her pussy, fought to gather her thoughts. “No, please don’t make me do that for you again, Reggie. I’m married to Dave and this is wrong. You can’t keep doing this to us – to me. Dave thinks you’re his friend.”

“I don’t care about Dave, baby. I love you and I’m gonna have you. But if you really care about him, you’ll quit fighting me. I don’t want to keep hurting you and threatening your people.”

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

She was cumming for him.

He loved watching Christy helplessly lay there having an orgasm he knew she didn’t want, betraying her husband again with the black man she disliked a little less each time he made her cum – the black man her naïve husband had let move in with them.

“Please… no… stop,” Christy mewled. She didn’t want it to feel good and futilely fought not to orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, keep cumming for me. It feels good, don’t it?” Reggie whispered in her ear as he continued masturbating her. Amused by her reflexes, he played with her like a toy and caused her to climax. He manipulated Christy like a puppet, Reggie the puppet master mercilessly pulling strings.

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

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