The Informant

He began sucking on her clitoral hood again with even greater skill. He drew it into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He then gently retracted her prepuce with his thumb, his tongue licking her naked, super-sensitive glans with its protective hood pulled away.

Even heavily drugged, Alyssa knew this was all so very wrong as she surrendered, reclined back and let him proceed.

Her pelvic motions signaled attempts to avoid the highly sensual contact he performed on her orally. But she had already lost this battle. He stayed with her movements. Her clitoral hood fully engorged in its unsuccessful attempt to protect her glans from his repeated assaults, revealing her growing arousal.

His tongue frequented her wet opening and he drank the sweet silky secretions her young, juicy pussy released in abundance, while his fingers gently touched the beautiful petals that comprised her labia.

He noticed her crying subside, her fingers begin softly running through the kinky hair atop his head as he went down on her more. The movement in her pelvis, less determined to escape the oral sex, seemed to increasingly offer herself to him instead, indicating a growing acceptance.

"Oh, you don't understand. Ooh, not there again. Ooh, we can't do this," she murmured, her eyes remaining shut.

He managed unbuttoning his pants and sliding them and his boxers off without removing his mouth from her pussy and without Alyssa realizing he was undressing.

Alyssa noticed the oral sex he performed on her had stopped and opened her eyes as he tossed his shirt somewhere on the floor. She momentarily gawked at the huge, rippling muscles in his arms, chest and stomach. They looked appealing to her. She had never been this close to a naked man so big, dark and strong before.

She felt something smooth, hard and heavy, like a warm lead pipe, resting on her stomach and looked down.

Reggie swiftly caught her left knee to keep her legs separated. "On no you don't, baby. Keep 'em open for me."

He had wedged himself between her legs, and his huge penis, practically as thick as her wrist, looked like it spanned the distance from below her pussy to beyond her bellybutton. It was the biggest cock imaginable with an equally large scrotum the size, shape, and appearance of a husked coconut containing his bull-sized testicles.

Everything on Reggie was big. She saw the huge, helmet-like head of his penis. Clear, slippery pre-cum leaked profusely from its slit and onto her tummy like a giant black serpent, drooling dangerous venom as it prepared to taste her.

Her hands clutched his hips and tried to keep him back. "Oh my God. I can't have sex with you. No! Please don't!" She watched him aiming his penis at her opening as if he didn't hear her. She felt the smooth helmet-head push against her moist lips.

Her hands clasped his hips tighter. She had to say or do something to stop him. She was married and couldn't cheat on Josh. The oral sex was bad enough, but not this. Not with a black drug dealer. She couldn't let it happen. "Please, Reggie. You don't understand. I can't do this with you."

Too late now. Time to spear this little whitefish, Reggie thought. "Yes you can, baby. You my girlfriend, remember? We gonna fuck now."

She felt the pressure increase as he pushed harder to get into her entrance. She became desperate for something to say that might stop him. "Yes, I'm your girlfriend, but you're too big for me."

He pushed more. "Is this your first time with a Brother? Don't you worry none. You'll get used to it, baby, and start loving this big nigger cock, I promise. I'll go nice and easy at first."

No, she couldn't have another man's penis inside her, especially his. He was black and a drug dealer, a criminal. Her fingers dug into his hips unable to stop him from getting closer. She watched her pussy lips open and begin accepting the head of his chocolate penis. "No, I'm not taking birth control, Reggie. You'll make me pregnant. Take it out and put on a condom!"

"Sorry, don't have no condoms. Never use 'em. Can't find any that fit me, baby. But, don't you worry none. I'll pull out before I cum — I promise."

She observed her pussy lips open further, finally engulfing the entire head of his penis and closing around it. He was inside her. She looked up at him, into his eyes, with her mouth stupidly hanging open and her small white hands still uselessly clutching his hips as his penis slowly penetrated deeper.

She looked down again at the tremendous size of his penis almost completely inside her. "Oh God, no! Ow, ow, my pussy. Take it out. It hurts," she cried, realizing her discomfort was from her vaginal muscles stretching to accommodate more of him.

She could no longer bare the sight of his huge black cock stretching her open and going so deeply inside her. She fell back onto the sofa, her hands abandoning his hips and clutching his big hard pecks instead — pushing against them, trying to hold him off from lying completely on top of her now.

He slowly worked himself in and out, traveling slightly further into her with each thrust until her vagina finally took all of him, his last remaining length. "Yeah, you got my entire nigger cock inside you now, girl. Is this really your first time with a Negro? How it feel, baby?"

He was speaking but Alysa no longer heard what he was saying.

Her anatomy adjusted to his size — to the deep penetration of his enormous penis practically visiting her cervix, and to his incredibly thick shaft that made her sensitive labia stretch around it, cling to it like a tightly fitting sleeve.

But her body had accepted him. Her arms tired and her hands gradually slid from his pecks and found their way to his back. Her pussy traitorously bathed his huge cocoa cock, assisting its strokes and the goal their two organs now shared.

His cock and balls had ached badly from the painful erection she had given him. His hard-on, unrelieved since he first saw her in the club hours ago, finally satisfied in her soft, tight cunt. How he loved white pussy. "Oh, baby — your pussy feel so good."

His eyes rolled back in his head from the incredible sensation, better than any drug, of being inside her, spearing this little whitefish. "Yeah, I'm inside you and you feel so good, baby. You really my girlfriend now."

Alyssa turned her face away from Reggie. How could she let this happen? How did she stupidly let what began as innocent kisses become this — unprotected intercourse with some strange black man and drug dealer she hardly knew? She would never be his girlfriend despite what he might think.

Reggie began softly kissing her neck, and worked his way to her ear. He felt her nipples — pressed against his chest — perk up, the act obviously awakening something powerful inside her.

She didn't want to enjoy sex with him, but the initial shock of her rape had ended and with their sexual act underway, the Molly reestablished dominion over her. She began to peak on the drug, and fell prey to its seductive high, to the false perception of love and well-being it created.

Reggie's huge black cock in her pussy became an irresistible distraction blocking other thoughts, like Josh and how wrong this was. "Oh, oh, oh, ooh don't. Oh, Reggie." Her pussy began to pulsate around his cock uncontrollably and she embraced him tightly. "Oh, don't — you're making me cum," she cried.

Their lips met as they passionately fucked, and Reggie's tongue easily found its way back inside her mouth...

"Ah, ah, ah," she squealed. She had never climaxed multiple times before. Reggie's cock was so large it rubbed magical places in her pussy that did this to her — places Josh's small penis never touched. But she was not thinking about Josh anymore.

"I'm gonna cum too, baby," he finally announced, Alyssa unable to stop cumming herself.

"Oh, you need to take it out."

"Ah, I don't want to. You feel so good."

"I can't have a baby with you."

"I'm sorry, but I love you. I'll take care of you."

She hugged him tightly, her judgement badly impaired. "Oh, I love you too -- ooh, ooh, but take it out."

He returned her embrace, "Oh, baby, I love you so much. You feel so good."

"Oh, god — no. I feel you cumming in me, Reggie. Don't..."

She had lost track of time, but they had been at it for a while it seemed. Alyssa's hands wandered over the hard muscles in his back and grasped them as this huge black bull fucked here within an inch of insanity and made her cum again. Was this seven, nine or 15 times he made her orgasm? She could not remember. She had never touched a man so hard and strong before or had multiple orgasms. His stamina and ability to recover was unbelievable. How did he last so long? she wondered.

"I'm going to cum again, baby."

"Cum again..." she thought dreamily for a moment before a flash of reality, the illusion of love and peace Molly gave her beginning to fade. Cum was why her pussy felt like it had been doused by a firehose and their slippery fluids flowed from her wet slit down the crack in her ass; it was why a pool of jism they had made together formed on the leather couch beneath her butt.

She remembered Reggie cumming inside her earlier that evening, and for some stupid reason thinking she loved him and letting him do it. She recalled they had fucked an awful lot. What if he had impregnated her?

She recalled her husband, Josh. She had let another man — this black man — fuck her and cum inside her. She orgasmed multiple times with Reggie! An enormous wave of guilt washed over Alyssa. "No, you have to take it out this time. Don't cum in me again."

Reggie realized the drug was finally starting to wear off on Alyssa. But Molly always wore off in a strange way -- not a gradual decent to normalcy, but a bumpy ride where the user experienced periods of its return. The peaceful content she displayed earlier may have been vanishing, but it was not gone for good yet, and he was not done manipulating her. "But you my girlfriend, baby. I love you. I can't take it out. You feel too good."

"I know it feels good, Reggie, but please don't cum in me this time. I mean it. I might get pregnant."

Reggie almost laughed. He had already filled her pussy past capacity so many times this evening. Had she forgotten about it? If she was ovulating, she was already pregnant, he thought. He used her renewed fear to negotiate another big concession from her:

"Will you suck on it real nice for me if I take it out, baby?"

"Suck on it?" Alyssa asked somewhat confused

"Yeah, baby — suck on my cock. Stroke it real nice and swallow my cum. Show me you really love me, that this isn't just a one night stand, and that I can trust you."

Alyssa would never love him, but what choice did she have at this point? She needed information from him to keep Josh and herself out of prison, and as repulsive as sucking on his nasty, cum-dripping black cock might be, it was better than having him ejaculate in her pussy again, she thought.

She somehow agreed to this loathsome act — forced herself to convincingly lie, the words almost as difficult to say as performing the disgusting act itself because she loved Josh, not this despicable drug dealer. "Okay, I love you and I'll suck on it if you want me to, Reggie."

He lifted himself off her. His enormous penis withdrew from her tight, wet vagina. The combination of their body secretions dripped from each of their sex organs. "Okay, baby, suck on it for me now."

She leaned over his lap with his semen leaking from her well-fucked pussy, opened her lips wide and gently put the head of his slimy penis in her mouth.

"That's it — now stroke it baby. Do it real good so I cum or I'll have to fuck your pussy some more."

She certainly didn't want his huge, nasty cock in her pussy ever again. Revulsion evident on her face, she caressed his enormous shaft, ran her lips up and down it, licked their jism from it. She had never tasted herself on a man, but to her chagrin, his flavor combined with her own was not entirely disagreeable.

She needed to make him cum. Her fingers gently fondled his big, heavy balls. She jerked her face away as the head of his penis swelled larger, the entire organ pulsating in her fist, an interminable fountain of white semen shooting from it in violent bursts.

He swiftly reached into her long, silky blonde hair and pulled her head toward his penis. "Put it in your mouth and swallow. Don't waste it."

His pull on her hair hurt her scalp and she obeyed him.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned, unable to remove his nasty cock from her mouth, forced to swallow a perpetual supply of his rich cream. How could he cum so much?

But enough Molly remained in her system for its deceptive effects to return with vigor, altering both her mood and perception. Fondness for Reggie waxed and waned, evidenced by the way she resumed lovingly handling his phallus after feeling revulsion moments ago. The taste of his semen was not as unpleasant as it had seemed. She twirled her tongue over his sensitive glans, her fist around his thick shaft gently jerking on it to satisfy him.

Reggie's eyes rolled back in euphoria. "Oh, yeah, that's real good, baby. I love you."

He released her hair, but Alyssa seemed not to notice and continued milking and swallowing his ejaculate. No longer realizing what she was doing, when the copious supply from his penis dwindled, her tongue followed a path of his rich-tasting semen that had trickled down to the base of his thick, lengthy shaft; on to her hand; on to his stomach where the initial globs had landed.

His huge penis was flaccid in her hand, like a wilted flower, when Alyssa again recognized her revolting activity and stopped.

She sat up on the couch naked and in a daze. Why was she doing this? She had never liked the taste of Josh's cum, yet she just enjoyed swallowing Reggie's.

Reggie rose and walked to his wet bar, his cock temporarily satisfied.

She stared at his huge brown penis — that had been in both her pussy and her mouth this evening — as it hung from him. She could still taste him.

Alyssa cursed herself for not fighting harder against the hideous effects of this horrible drug -- for succumbing to its high and letting him seduce her. But at least the effects diminished enough to where she finally seemed able to keep her senses, she thought.

In one gulp, he swallowed the remaining Crown Royal he had left unfinished in his tumbler earlier. "You want some water, baby?"

Her dislike for him intensified as her sobriety returned. He had drugged her and had taken advantage of her. She would never be 'his baby', she thought. But she was very thirsty and she needed to wash away his taste in her mouth — the taste of adultery, of a big, powerful black man, a vile drug dealer, not her husband. "Please."

Reggie kneeled behind his bar for a moment to get Alyssa her bottle of water. Inside the mini-refrigerator, next to the bottled water, sat a vial containing more of the Molly he had given Alyssa earlier -- in its liquid form.

He possessed an enormous appetite for prime white pussy. Another snack for later, perhaps? She would never realize he had slipped her more Molly if he gave it to her now, he thought. How nice it would be to spear this pretty whitefish a few more times tonight, and wake up with her in bed in the morning.

"Hold on, I have it behind some things in the back," he shouted.

Reggie returned to Alyssa with the bottle and pretended to open it for her. Her brain still buzzing, she failed to notice that the cap didn't snap when he unscrewed it.

Alyssa guzzled the water and handed him her emptied bottle. "I'm so thirsty. Can I have another, please?"

Reggie smiled at her strangely. "Sure baby."

He left to fetch her another water and she stood from the sofa, quietly searching the living room for her clothing.

She stood nude with her miniskirt bunched in her fist when he returned. "I can't find my thong and bra."

"Gee, I don't remember where we tossed 'em, baby. Here drink this and I'll help you look for 'em. Gotta be 'round here somewhere."

Alyssa took the second bottle from Reggie and finished it nearly as quickly as the first. "Thank you."

She remembered that she needed to find out about Reggie's suppliers for Detective Sanchez. "When can we get more of that stuff from your connection?"

Reggie turned toward her. "Here, I found your bra. I'll contact Luther tomorrow after we wake up, baby."

What did he mean by 'tomorrow, after they woke up'? She had no intention of spending the night with him. And he had said earlier she could go with him tonight to meet his supplier. "I thought you said you would call him tonight?"

"I did, baby, but we got a little carried away. Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Alyssa scrunched her eyebrows together and with a perplexed look shook her head.

"It's 1:15 baby-doll. We gonna have to set something up tomorrow."

That couldn't be right. He had brought her here around 7:00 p.m., which meant they had fucked for over five hours, Alyssa figured. How could she do such a horrible thing with him for so long?

She needed to check her phone. Perhaps he was lying about the time. Completely nude, with her miniskirt still in her hand, Alyssa found her purse sitting on the granite countertop of Reggie's wet bar where he had placed it for her when they arrived here earlier.

In big white numbers, 1:17 a.m. lit up on her phone when she fished it from her purse. But three missed calls from Josh, also appearing on the small screen, made the sting of guilt far worse. With her back toward Reggie she began to sob. "I can't stay here tonight. I have to get home."

"We gonna have to get you an Uber or something then, 'cause my limo driver off 'till morning."

Alyssa sniffled and turned toward him, her eyes red and watery. "Fine, what's your address?"

Reggie hesitated a moment. "8413 West Madison Avenue."

His address was actually 4831 West Madison Avenue — a simple, but costly mistake she would believe she made due to her condition, he figured. A slight delay that would cost her much more.

Alyssa put the address in her Uber App, but to her disappointment the app indicated that a driver would not arrive for another 35 minutes. At least she had time to clean herself up a little and get dressed. "Where's your restroom?"

His condo contained three full bathrooms, but Reggie purposefully led her to the one in his master bedroom.

Alyssa passed his king-sized bed with slight discomfort, realizing they were both still naked and this could be an attempt to have more sex with her. She stopped before entering his bathroom. "Do you mind if I use your shower quickly?"

Reggie reached up and gently wiped a tear from her eye with his thumb. "Of course you can use my shower, but why you crying? We shared something special tonight, baby."

She had not shared it with him. This despicable drug dealer had taken something special from her tonight. He had shattered her sacred wedding vows. For seven years, she had been faithful to Josh — since they went out together as teenagers in high school. It was all ruined by Reggie this evening. But Alyssa could not tell Reggie the truth. "I don't know. I guess that stuff just affected me funny."

"You sure you still want more of it then?"

She nodded, "Oh, yes, please. I definitely want more. I just have some things on my mind."

"Yeah, Molly sometimes do that to people when they start coming down. It'll pass soon."

Reggie was right. Strangely, her mood already began to improve again — perhaps remarkably so — the lingering effects of the Molly, she reasoned. But one thing was certain. She was not going to lose her senses like before. "I couldn't find my thong. Can you look for it while I'm in the shower?"

Just like the lost fidelity of her marriage, she was never getting her thong back either. Reggie intended to keep it as a souvenir of his conquest. While they had fucked earlier he stuffed the sexy undergarment deep inside his couch cushion to retrieve latter.