Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Defiled Young Housewife: EP19

Returning to her knees, Reggie yanked her close to the edge of the bed and shoved her legs wide open. "This is better, Christy. It's best if we don't fight. We've already done plenty of nasty things that I'm sure you don't want your husband or anyone else to ever know about, like how you like sucking my big black cock and swallowing my jism, and how much I make you cum when we fuck. You becoming my girlfriend, even if you don't want to."

His face wore a disgusting smile as he said these awful things to her. She would never be his girlfriend.

With her legs vulnerably apart, Reggie pulled her bikini briefs to the side - their delicate fabric strained in his fist like a stretched rubber band - and delved his tongue right into her soft pink flesh.

Unable to control her body's embarrassing reaction, her sweet juices began copiously flowing from her pussy into his mouth - exactly the response he sought from her.

He parted her labia, keeping her completely open, and his tongue wandered over her clit. He carefully stroked her prepuce with his thumb, exposing her super-sensitive glans. He explored her other folds that were extensions of her clitoris, his tongue licking them, his fingers gently fondling them. Reggie had learned how susceptible Christy became when he touched her the right ways long enough.

She sobbed. "Why won't you just leave us alone? You made me have sex with you all last week. I don't want to keep doing this with you. Please, it's wrong. I'm married to Dave and I don't want this."

But he kept her fully open, and wrong or not, her clit truthfully revealed something different to Reggie, growing noticeably fuller and harder from the unwanted stimulation he gave it. He would make her like it soon enough, he thought. She felt him doing unmentionable things to her down there - things she didn't want to see. No one - not even Dave - ever touched her this way, did such perverse things to her, scrutinized her private anatomy in such humiliating detail. She would never permit anyone to do this to her. But Reggie wasn't just anyone. He was a dangerous and powerful criminal, and he did what he wanted to her, touched her private parts in such intimate and embarrassing ways. "Oh, don't do this to me again, Reggie -p-p-please."

"You beautiful, baby," he kept reassuring her as he held her pussy stretched completely open and manipulated her most private and sensitive places. "You my girlfriend and I love you."

His words gave no solace. She didn't want his love, and her beauty wasn't his to enjoy, yet he helped himself to it anyway. He had taken away her normal life and her self-confidence, turning Christy into a victim of sexual abuse, a damaged person. He had mortally wounded her once healthy marriage by destroying its monogamy, and he kept re-inflicting these wounds, keeping them raw and infected, making them fester. Filled with shame, her thoughts screamed: Oh, god, no. I'm so sorry, Dave. He's stretching my pussy open, looking at me, touching me again!

But there was nothing she could do to stop Reggie.

He continued going down on her, licking and sucking on her clitoris. He performed oral sex on her like a starving man devouring a tasty morsel, her pussy the only delicious treat in weeks he binged upon. She squirmed beneath him, unable to move herself away from his unwanted attentions.

His mouth stayed on her vagina and she couldn't avoid receiving oral sex from him.

"Please, stop it."

"Why you crying when it feel good, baby?"

"No, I don't like it - please."

"Your wet pussy be telling me something else- the truth, so stop lying."

His tongue resumed exploring her vagina after his humiliating comment.

Christy stared at the ceiling, moans slowly infiltrating her pleas for him to stop. "No, I hate this and I hate you. Ooh... you bastard... ah, ooh... ooh, no leave me alone. I need to look for work today. Ooh, ooh stop. No, please, not there again. Ah, aah, oh."

He kept licking and touching her clitoris, just the right way, sucking on it, and it began feeling good - really good - adding to her humiliation and frustration.

He wasn't her lover, but he came to know her like one. Every woman was unique, and during their times together Reggie had found Christy's weaknesses - the techniques that evoked physical responses he sought from her. He had learned what gave her body pleasure. He kept focusing on those susceptibilities and specific places where bundles of nerves resided, sending delicious tidal waves to her brain. He held her completely open and Christy didn't realize how candidly her body revealed what aroused it.

But Reggie observed her responses when he did something she liked - the subtle undulations her pelvis made, the way her pussy moistened like the mouth salivates for something appetizing, the change of pitch in her voice, the faint moans that infiltrated her cries, the way her hands grasped him while attempting to push him away with less determination, and how her nipples hardened. He made her clitoris engorge and become ever more receptive to touch, and he continued indulging it. He gave Christy intense sensations he knew she didn't want from him.

She arched her back. "Ooh, no, not there anymore. Ooh, you bastard - stop doing that. Ah, oh, ooh, stop touching me there like that. No, don't suck on it again. Oh, my god, don't. Ooh, I'm going to tell the police, and have you sent to jail. Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh my god - no."

Her body displayed its arousal like the easily read instrument panel in a fine sports car, and Reggie almost laughed at her empty threat. Besides his promise to kill her family and friends, she was too ashamed to ever concede to anyone that she had been fucked numerous times by a gang banger, a nigger from the hood who had forced her to cum. Her orgasms filled her with guilt and made telling anyone even more difficult. No, Christy would have reported him that very first time he had taken her if she was ever going to do it.