Unspoken Pleasure

Christy still stared at Reggie when she finished the call from Dave. Reggie held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in her dresser. They were undergarments from Victoria’s Secret she had bought to wear for Dave on a special occasion. “Don’t know where you hiding the sexy things I got you to wear, but these look nice too. Put them on for me, baby.”

Reggie stood nude watching her. She had no choice. After slipping on the sexy undergarments, she headed to her closet.

“What you going in there for?” Reggie asked.

“I need to put something else on.”

“You beautiful and you wearing enough. I want to see your gorgeous body. You can sleep in those or in the nude tonight. Tomorrow morning you best be wearing that or be naked.”

Exhausted from their day of sex, Christy went to bed in the undergarments Reggie had selected. The nightly visions of his tremendous cock, of her pussy drilled by it over, and over again, played in her mind like a pornographic gif file before she entered deep slumber. But the same images returned to her in a dream the next morning when Christy’s journey through forgetful nothingness ended and she entered lighter sleep.

Christy awoke in Reggie’s embrace, his hand on her breast. Sometime in the middle of the night, he crawled into bed with her. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip. She was uncertain if they had more sex during the night, but her panties were on and she should have woken if they had fucked.

The late-morning sunlight filtered through her closed curtains and into her bedroom. She had slept for over 12 hours. She usually never slept this long. On her dresser her wedding pictures and photographs of her family members and friends faced her, as if they had been watching all this time and had witnessed every sordid thing she had done with Reggie. Even if she wasn’t married to Dave, her family would never approve of her sleeping with a black man like this. Christy carefully tried to ease away from Reggie’s hold without waking him.

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

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

He resumed lightly sleeping.

She remained motionless. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys and get away. But she still didn’t know where she would go.

She had allowed things with Reggie to go too far for too long. She was in bed sleeping with him, wearing a thong from Victoria’s Secret. Their sex was becoming consensual. How could she have let this happen?

Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave and didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want to be taken by Reggie anymore. But strangely she no longer hated Reggie. Christy knew how beautiful she was. Perhaps Reggie really couldn’t control himself with her. The same haunting question persisted: what if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle and didn’t recall exactly when she had started her last period.

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

He was awake. His hand went into Christy’s thong where she had feared it would go all along.

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

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

“Please, Reggie, no, not again. We can’t do this without contraception.”

She was already wet for him. She loved to have her clit stroked and it eroded her willpower. She would soon come around. He masturbated Christy until her cries became faint moans. He moved the thin silk strip of her thong aside, carefully stretched her glistening labia open, and placed the head of his cock to her moist pink opening.

“Please, Reggie, no more. Dave and I have been using condoms because we can’t afford a baby right now, and you keep doing this without any protection.”

“I can’t help it, baby. My hard-ons hurt real bad in the morning, and I need you to help me relieve this one. You know I love you. That’s why my dick keeps getting this way. It does this because of you. You the one that make me hard like this. I promise I’ll take it out before I cum.”

“Can’t I just play with it and suck on it for you this time?”

She had become adept at giving him oral sex and fondling his penis the way he liked. But nothing was as good as a white girl’s pussy, especially in the morning. He would let her suck on his cock later, but he wanted to fuck her now.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It was like Reggie didn’t hear her. She felt him hold her vaginal lips open and insert his penis into her anyway. She was already very wet for him. “Ooh, ooh, ah, just for a little while then, okay, Reggie?”

He still didn’t respond to Christy. He just went deeper inside her.

Christy wished Dave’s condoms had fit Reggie. Uneasy with their genitals having direct contact, she was becoming more complaisant and accustomed to the enhanced intimacy, the sensations his larger penis gave to her without the use of barrier protection. Dave’s penis was small in comparison, and he always wore condoms to avoid impregnating her.

“Oh, no, Reggie, I can’t.” Christy’s mouth remained agape and her fingers dug into Reggie’s muscular chest.

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

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

Christy lay beneath his large frame, instinctively responding to the presence of his enormous penis deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her legs around his ass – without his threats or brute force coercing her – the same way he had once made her do to him unwillingly in the past.

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