Defiled Young Housewifebythecryptkeeper©
Something about Reggie made Christy uncomfortable, especially when he looked at her with his deep, dark, eyes, like he was peering through her clothing at her naked body. Hopefully, this huge black man, who towered over her husband, wouldn't make an immediate decision, so she could discuss the matter further with Dave. They could tell Reggie that someone else rented the room, she thought.
Reggie had experience with young, well-educated white women like Christy. He realized how uncomfortable he made her feel. Sparkles on her finger -- caused by a diamond engagement ring and wedding band -- caught his gaze.
He knew her type — a snooty, white bitch raised in an upper-middle class family sheltering her from any interaction with men like himself. As a liberally educated adult, she professed racial equality, but had probably never practiced it in her own bedroom.
Reggie had found their ad for a boarder on Craig's List. They had far more house here than they needed for a young couple without any children. A greedy gamble made during the housing bubble, now leaving them in financial trouble, Reggie silently surmised.
A shrewd businessman from drug dealings on the street, and a seasoned sexual predator that had never missed a chance at scoring vulnerable white pussy, Reggie understood the fleeting nature of this opportunity and he wasn't going to let it slip away. He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. "I'll take the room. How much security deposit do you want?"
They couldn't rent the room to this black man. It wasn't just his color that alarmed Christy. She felt strongly that something about him wasn't right, although she wasn't sure what it was. Standing with her arm entwined with her husband's, Christy tightly squeezed Dave's hand as a silent signal not to accept Reggie's offer.
All the money Reggie displayed mesmerized Dave, who misinterpreted Christy's gesture as an affirmation. "Uh, $500 for a security deposit ought to be enough."
A grin appeared on Reggie's face as he pared away enough cash to cover the deposit and a year's worth of rent. This trusting white guy wasn't even going to do a background check on him. He handed the small stack of bills to Dave.
Dave's face lit up like he just found a long-lost friend. He had anticipated perhaps getting a security deposit and first month's rent — not an entire year's worth of payments in a lump sum like this. The cash now in his hand gave him an instant rush of euphoria, like he had just won a sweepstakes.
Christy forced a smile Reggie recognized as insincere.
Reggie nodded at the money in Dave's grasp. "I'll need a receipt, indicating I paid the full year room and board plus security deposit."
"Of course," Dave replied with a shake of Reggie's hand to finalize their deal. "I'll be right back." Dave went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Christy alone with Reggie.
Unwittingly, Dave was allowing a violent, high-ranking mobster — who wanted to keep a low profile — into their home, and giving this criminal easy access to his young, gorgeous wife.
While Dave was gone, Reggie snuck another glance at Christy's tight ass and firm, young tits, peeling away her clothing with his eyes, as if she was luscious fruit he wanted to devour. He imagined how she looked beneath the modest dress she wore.
Christy certainly was an attractive package. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat stomach, nicely curved buttocks, and full breasts — in Reggie's opinion the epitome of female form.
The 23-year-old college graduate and housewife took care of her figure through strict diet and daily exercise. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, dark blue eyes, and silky, blond hair that extended slightly past her shoulders, received the gaze of many, who saw in her a girl of their dreams. But no one could have Christy because her heart belonged to her husband, Dave.
But that didn't stop Reggie from undressing her with his dark eyes. Nor did it change his intentions. His cock twitched as he thought about fucking this cute, white bitch.
Reggie told them he was in school, but he was not dressed like your typical college student, wearing an expensive sports jacket, silk slacks and Polo dress shirt that were all tailor fit and showed off his tall, muscular physique. Christy noticed impressive diamond rings on each of his hands. He looked more like a NFL linebacker than a college student to her.
"So, what are you studying?" Christy nervously asked, attempting to break an awkward silence. Reggie also seemed a little old to still be in college as he had claimed. She guessed he was around 28-years-old.
Reggie had told them he was in college, but he hadn't set foot on a college campus in years, not since his early days hustling drugs on the street. In his line of business, he moved up in rank without needing education. "African Studies," he responded.
His quick reply with no elaboration seemed suspicious to Christy, but Dave suddenly returned smiling, a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house in hand. "Here you go, roommate."
Reggie took his key and receipt from Dave. "Okay, great. I'll be back later with my things."
Christy felt relief as she watched Reggie leave. He had made her anxious, a feeling like standing on the roof of a skyscraper and looking over the edge without anything stopping her from falling.
"Look at all this money!" Dave gleefully whispered holding up numerous hundred-dollar bills immediately after the door had closed and Reggie departed.
Christy felt uneasy about having that strange black man move in with them. "I don't know about this guy. Maybe we should check him out first, honey."
Christy stood waiting for a reply. Dave's back was towards her as he counted the money on their kitchen table for a second time. He wasn't listening to her and didn't hear what she had said.
Perhaps she was being overly cautious. She hadn't seen Dave this happy in a long time, since the rough economy had taken away their jobs and his pride, it seemed. The warehouse position he found didn't pay all their bills, but this was enough cash to bring them current and avoid foreclosure.
Reggie had returned a few hours later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new room while Christy and Dave went to bed. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light.
He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, imagining Christy wearing only lingerie. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Perhaps he could sneak a peek at her sexy little body while she and her husband slept. He silently made his way down the hall to Christy's and Dave's bedroom door, which they carelessly left ajar.
But they weren't asleep. The sound of lovemaking — the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two young people lost in passion — grew louder as Reggie approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at two shadowy figures in the moonlight moving in concert. Reggie's brown skin provided a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night.
Reggie watched Christy's beautiful shape, and his penis hardened as he observed her terpsichorean body in motion. His gigantic cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement. He wanted her pussy badly.
His turn with Christy would come soon, he assured himself. He was going to nail her one way or another.
"Oh, I'm going to cum," Reggie heard Dave exclaim.
"Oh, I love you," Christy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm.
Reggie imagined Christy's arms wrapped around himself instead of Dave, Christy crying to him that she was cumming, her wet pussy throbbing on his cock. He quietly returned to his room undetected.
Dave 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 Christy's juices, contained a hint of ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched Dave slide the protective barrier off. The two had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before starting a family. Christy had been a virgin bride and a faithful wife. She loved her husband more than anything else.
Early dawn chased away much of the darkness, and only a shadow of night remained. Dave had left for work early and Christy had visited the gym for her daily workout of swimming laps and some resistance training when Reggie woke up to a dim, empty house.
Over the weeks Reggie had learned all about their lives and their schedules. He knew Dave wouldn't return from work until evening, and Christy arrived home mid-morning.
Reggie plopped down on the couch and there it sat, on the coffee table right in front of him, like the key to a once impenetrable fortress. She had forgotten her phone this morning. He had watched her unlock it a few times. It was a simple, four-number combination. On his third attempt, her phone opened, and Reggie accessed the final bit of information that he needed. In contacts was a cornucopia of important people in her life, their names, addresses and phone numbers...
When Christy returned from her workout, Reggie sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. She couldn't help noticing the solid muscles bulging beneath the smooth, dark skin covering his arms, chest and stomach before seeing her phone on the coffee table where she had left it. She grabbed her phone, wanting to tell him to put on a shirt, but deciding against being confrontational.
Her voice revealed annoyance. "When do you attend classes?" She had noticed him gawking at her again. He was doing it more frequently and more blatantly, especially when Dave wasn't around. It seemed like the only things he studied were her ass and tits and she didn't like it.
Reggie began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch in front of her while his eyes raked her body. "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"
The way some black males inappropriately touched themselves in public repulsed her. "Don't call me 'baby'. I'm currently between jobs. But I haven't seen you even open a book yet since you've been with us. I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it's not me."
Christy turned away from him and his lustful stare. She needed to shower anyway after her strenuous workout at the gym, and headed toward her bedroom.
The little cock-tease was way too uppity and uptight. His large balls ached from unrelieved hard-ons she had given him since the first time he saw her. Each day she became more tantalizing as he studied her firm body more and fantasized about fucking her. He doubted her husband was giving her enough orgasms. She needed to cum a few times on big black nigger cock to calm her down some.
Reggie waited a few minutes and then followed Christy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. He tried her bathroom door, but unfortunately, it was locked.
She appeared in excellent shape, and would fight it. But after the struggle he would subdue Dave's petite wife and fuck her brains out.
While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs -- consisting of Christy and Dave in better times, their family and friends -- neatly stood on her dresser. These were pictures of some of the contacts in her phone. The still images of well dressed, beautiful white folks -- who until now had insulated her from men like himself -- watched in mute sympathy over what he prepared to do. Christy obviously cared deeply for these people, which would prove instrumental in his plans, he thought.
The shower stopped. Reggie's cock had grown very hard inside his shorts during the wait, and his huge balls, full with weeks of unspent sperm, hurt more than ever. His move into this high-class, white couple's home would be completed by planting his virile black cock inside Christy's pussy.
Christy opened the door wearing only a pink thong made of silk with a matching bra, and was suddenly greeted by Reggie. She tried to slam the door shut to keep him away. Her initial suspicion of Reggie had been correct, but she had ignored her gut feelings to please Dave. In an ironic twist of fate, Christy's attempt to appease her husband now threatened to jeopardize their marriage far worse than their previous financial troubles.
Reggie's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Christy's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid back across the slick tile floor.
Reggie charged into her bathroom as Christy screamed. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Keep away from me!"
He unexpectedly punched Christy in her gut. His fist drove into her belly like a cannon ball, the crushing impact evacuating every bit of wind from her lungs.
"You gonna like getting fucked by your new black boyfriend, baby. You gonna learn to love me."
She doubled over gasping for air while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom.
Before Christy regained her breath, Reggie had thrown her into bed and yanked her panties and bra off, leaving the hapless girl lying on her back completely exposed.
Christy wheezed and coughed. "No, please, don't do this."
"What's the matter? Don't you like to fuck niggers?"
Reggie forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of her treasures he planned to plunder. He loved how these classy white girls kept their pubic areas so immaculately groomed.
Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body with its gentle feminine curves. Her smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble due to prior laser treatments. She appeared almost pre-pubescent except for a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, no larger than a thumbnail, and pronounced pink vaginal lips indicative of adulthood. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful belly-button and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae, a little larger than quarters, crowned her perky, round c-cup tits.
Christy's silky, white skin contrasted with Reggie as he touched her. Her tight, youthful body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.
How could Dave foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself? Reggie wondered. He reached down between Christy's splayed legs and gently parted her labia -- a lovely shade of pink revealed -- for a close look at her pussy.
She felt Reggie manipulating her privates like she belonged to him. "Oh, God -- no! Please don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.
Reggie reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipple, causing a jolt of pain that would later become a bruise on the perfectly formed flesh.
Christy immediately released Reggie's wrist to stop the pain.
Unfortunately, he needed to rough her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist and plunged it into her solar plexus.
"You need to calm down, baby, and let me love you." He delivered a second punch bellow her bellybutton.
She grabbed her stomach and retched. Whatever he was saying no longer mattered. Air -- she needed precious air, like a diver trapped beneath the water, unable to reach the surface, and she needed the agonizing explosions in her gut to stop.
He blocked her from curling into a ball of pain. "No, baby, stay down for me. We not done yet. Yeah, that's a good girl." He resumed spreading her labia, locating her clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began softly rubbing its soft, pink hood.
"Okay," she rasped clutching her aching stomach as he played with her clitoris. "I'm sorry...No more."
He kept touching her there while she recovered. Christy's pleas began returning between her gasps for air as Reggie calmly sat between her open legs fondling her. "Please stop... I promise...I won't tell anyone...if you stop."
But the horrible animal wasn't stopping.
Reggie noticed Christy's clit slowly engorging from his fillips, the timid head of her clitoris retracting beneath its protective hood. "Does that feel good there, baby?"
"I'm married...No... Why are you doing this?" Christy sobbed as Reggie caused involuntary responses in her body. Her pink flesh glistened with secretions, inviting him to drink her nectar.
Reggie spread her vaginal lips apart with his black fingers and began orally assaulting her.
"Oh, God... stop it! That's disgusting." She sat up on her elbows and from over her flat, battered tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully to push Reggie's head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair.
Reggie ached for her. He slid off his gym shorts and his monstrous, black organ sprang from confinement.
Christy's eyes widened when she saw his enormity. Reggie's cock looked more like a truck's radiator hose than a man's penis. Veins distended beneath its black skin. No way could the thing ever fit inside her. "Please, please, please don't rape me. I promise I won't tell anyone if you stop. I mean it."
She was hysterically babbling as Reggie reopened her labia and aimed his cock at her entrance.
The large head of his penis pushed at her opening and Christy became frantic. She didn't know what else to say or do to stop him. "I'm sorry I wasn't nice to you. I'll do anything you want. Please don't put that in me. You're too big."
The pressure from his attempted invasion built. Christy fell back from her elbows, clenching the sheets in her fists. "Oh, God! No. Please. You're hurting me."
Her husband's pecker must have been incredibly small, Reggie thought. He slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy's resistance, until Christy's moist labia engulfed the head of his penis.
"Ow," Christy cried. Another man's penis entered her for the first time, and her pussy subversively provided lubrication for its own assault — her fidelity to Dave eradicated by this rapist in little more than an instant.
Reggie gradually advanced more of his cock into her, taunting her in the process. "That's right girl. You got black cock in your pussy now. How it feel?"
"Oh God, stop it! Please, you're hurting me. It's too big."
She felt him advance slightly deeper with each thrust. "I'm married. We let you live here with us. Why are you doing this?"
Reggie placed his index finger to her lips. "Shush, you be quiet and stop crying. You may be married but you my girlfriend now."
"No," Christy whimpered. She would never be his girlfriend. But her pussy acted contrarily, its juices coating more of Reggie's cock with affectionate sheen.
How could this happen to her? Why did Dave allow this stranger into their home to rape her? These and similar thoughts played through her mind, her face displaying her pain as furrows in her normally smooth skin.
Christy's poor pussy contained more cock in it now than it ever had before. Reggie's penis was triple the girth of Dave's and already penetrated several inches into previously unchartered depths. With only half his length inside her, he mercifully refrained from going further.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Christy moaned in concert with squeaks from the bed.
Reggie attempted to look directly into her blue eyes while fucking her, but Christy kept averting his stare and moving her head away from him. "No!" she snarled.
A wild spark appeared in Reggie's eyes as he irately grabbed Christy's chin, pinching it in his vise-like grip. He turned her head to face him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you bitch!"
From beneath pools of tears, Christy's eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense, black phallus making its long journey in and out of her defeated pussy.