tagNonConsent/ReluctanceDefiled Young Housewife

Defiled Young Housewife

bythecryptkeeper©

Something about Reggie made Christy uncomfortable, especially when he looked at her with his deep, dark eyes, like he was somehow peering through her own eyes and into her soul. His attempted eye contact was inappropriate and brazen, but Dave didn't seem to notice it. 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 some experience with young, well-educated white women like Christy. He realized how uncomfortable he made her feel. A modest diamond engagement ring and wedding band sparkled together on her finger, catching 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. Hell, they looked like kids themselves. 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 his color that alarmed Christy. He gave her the creeps and made her hackles rise, although she wasn't sure why. Men had stared at her often, she was used to it, but not like him. 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 carefully pared away enough cash to cover the deposit plus an entire year's worth of rent. This naive white guy hadn't even asked for his full name -- although he was prepared with fake identification if needed -- and wasn't going to do a background check on him either. He handed the small stack of bills to Dave.

Dave's face lit up like he just found a long-lost friend. Like Christy, his teens were not too far in his review mirror yet either. He had anticipated perhaps getting a security deposit and first month's rent — not a full year's worth of payments in a lump sum like this. The cash now in his hand gave him a 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 entire year room and board plus security deposit."

"Of course," Dave replied with a quick and enthusiastic 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 took another look 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 that modest dress.

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 22-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 extending 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 fox.

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 a 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 at least 28-years-old, although it was difficult to tell with black men, their dark skin resistant to sun seemed to defy normal aging.

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, like she was 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 on their taxes and avoid foreclosure.

**************

Reggie returned a few hours later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new bedroom while Christy and Dave went to bed. He couldn't believe his luck finding such an unwary couple, and more to the point, a young, beautiful girl to eventually shack up with. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light.

He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, imagining what Christy looked like 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 thought. 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 figure in motion. His gigantic cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement. He wanted her pussy badly.

My turn with her will come soon, he assured himself. He was going to nail her one way or another, steal her from her unwitting husband.

"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 wrapping her arms around him instead of Dave, 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. They had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before starting a family. Christy had only recently been a virgin bride and now she was a faithful wife. She loved Dave as much as anyone can love another person.

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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 strength training when Reggie woke to a dim, empty house.

Over the weeks, Reggie had learned their schedules, snooped around when they were out, discovered all sorts of useful facts about their lives. Knowledge was power. 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 missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle finally found, the unguarded key to a once impenetrable fortress. She had forgotten her phone this morning. He had watched her unlock it multiple times. It was a simple, four-number combination. On his third attempt, her phone opened, and Reggie accessed the final bits of information. In contacts was a cornucopia of important people in Christy's life -- names, addresses, phone numbers. Everything he needed...

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 how big he was, 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.

He was 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. Her voice revealed annoyance. "When do you attend classes?"

Reggie began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch in front of her while his eyes continued raking her body. "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"

The way he was inappropriately touching himself embarrassed and repulsed her, and hinted at the enormous size of his penis as he played with it through his shorts. She tried to ignore it. "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 his lustful stare. She needed to shower anyway after her strenuous workout at the gym and headed toward her bedroom.

As she walked away from him, Reggie studied how the tight black leggings she wore limned every delicious curve on her young, firm body, portraying a shapely ass and generous thigh gap. The little cock-tease was way too uppity and uptight, he thought. His large balls ached from unrelieved hard-ons she had given him since he moved here. He doubted her husband gave her enough dick. She needed to cum on a big black cock to calm her down.

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 next, but unfortunately, it was locked.

She appeared in excellent shape and would fight it. But he had made his decision. After the struggle, he would subdue Christy and then fuck her brains out.

While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs -- Christy and Dave in better times, their family and friends -- neatly stood on her dresser. Were these some of the contacts he had found and copied from 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.

The shower stopped. Reggie's cock had grown hard inside his shorts during the wait, his huge balls, filled with weeks of unspent sperm, about to burst. His move into this high-class home would finally be completed by planting himself inside Christy.

Christy opened the door wearing 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 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, and you gonna learn to love black cock."

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 wanna fuck a nigger?"

Reggie forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of her treasures he planned to plunder. 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. Perhaps due to prior laser treatments? A pampered little white girl. No wonder why they had money problems. Her lack of pubic hair appeared almost pre-pubescent except for a neatly trimmed patch, no larger than a thumbnail, indicating 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.

Reggie wondered how Dave could foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself. Reaching down between Christy's splayed legs, Reggie gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed.

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's hands immediately released Reggie's wrist and went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.

He knew how this worked from his past connections in human trafficking, preparing inexperienced and reluctant young ladies for careers in the sex industry. Unfortunately, he needed to roughen Christy up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist and plunged it into her solar plexus, like a torpedo striking a ship, sinking her into the mattress.

"You need to calm down, baby, and let me love you." He pulled her hands away from her excruciating stomach and delivered a second punch just below her bellybutton.

She grabbed her stomach again 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, no, baby, stay on your back for me. We not done yet." He pushed against her chest, keeping her held in a supine position. "Yeah, that's a good girl. Stay like this and don't try to move again." 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."

Christy's pleas began returning between her gasps for air as Reggie calmly sat between her open legs fondling her. He kept touching her there while she recovered. "Please stop... I promise...I won't tell anyone...if you stop."

But this horrible animal wasn't stopping.

Reggie noticed Christy's clit slowly engorging from his fillips, its timid head retracting beneath its protective hood. "Does that feel good there, baby?" he cooed.

"No, it doesn't feel good... Please stop touching me there... I'm married... Why are you doing this?" Christy sobbed as Reggie caused involuntary responses in her body, her pink flesh glistening with secretions, inviting him to drink her nectar.

Reggie spread her vaginal lips wide 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 something like it ever fit inside her. "Please, please, please don't do this to me. I promise I won't tell anyone about this 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 nicer to you. I'll do anything you want. Please don't put your penis in me. It's 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, slowly applying more force to overcome her pussy's resistance, until her moist labia finally surrendered and engulfed the head of his penis. "Oh, yeah, baby. That's a good girl. You feel so good. You taking it."

"Ow," Christy cried, another man's penis entering her for the first time, her pussy subversively providing lubrication for its own assault, and her fidelity to Dave eradicated by this horrible monster 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 a big black cock in your pussy now. How it feel?"

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