Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Defiled Young Housewife: EP25

She began struggling with him.

Unfortunately for Christy, no one was there to see them or offer her help. It was the middle of a weekday, and beside the drone of a distant lawnmower, the neighborhood was sunny and still, the nearby houses empty shells, everyone either at work or out shopping.

Christy's small hands were no match for Reggie. He quickly unfastened her pants and slid his fingers inside her panties.

"No, stop it! Not now," Christy begged.

He located her clit and pinched it. "You keep forgetting that you don't have a choice. I thought you was getting smart about it, but I guess you need to be roughed up again to remind you, huh?"

Christy discovered her clitoris delivered pain as effectively as it delivered pleasure. An agonizing jolt travelled through her nerves like a paralyzing electrical shock that quickly vanquished every ounce of her bravery. "Ow! You're hurting me. I'm sorry. Yes, yes, I'm your girlfriend. I'll be good."

With his free hand, Reggie calmly pushed the button on the remote and opened the garage door. "That's a better attitude. You don't want me contacting my homeboys to have them hurt your family. Now, pull the car in, baby." She pulled in, and the garage door closed behind them.

"Give me your keys, Christy."

Only one thought was in her brain: stop the terrible pain. She complied, and Reggie's excruciating grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands gripped the steering wheel. She looked down in disgust, watching Reggie's fingers work inside her blue silk undies. She was getting moist for him.

had her car keys - her means of escape. She tried to think of a way to get them back, but it was becoming difficult to concentrate, a different distraction gaining her attention. Her pussy was getting wetter, more receptive

the sound of Reggie's fingers splashing in her silky secretions was becoming just as disturbing as what she saw with her eyes open. Why did her body

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of a response, her small, white fingers clasping his wrist

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on her face. Christy's face contorted from conflict and suggested to Reggie that he was successfully wearing her

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watched Reggie lick her secretions from his fingers and relish her flavor. He had no right to touch her the way he did, to taste her

with a tumescent clitoris. Horribly, she was becoming used to him making her clit hard like this and relieving it by making her orgasm. He made her body want to cum, and like a haunting melody she remembered the phrases he had made her say to him repeatedly while they fucked: I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Your big

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she avoid explaining all the embarrassing details of the past weeks? Would anyone believe Reggie had raped her so many times, yet she didn't report his crime, tell her husband or seek any kind of help until now? Would Dave want her after

Reggie's 'homeboys'? His thugs already had their instructions if anything happened to him. The law hadn't protected

to her and love her if she did. But if she crossed him, if anyone found out about him, he promised to have Dave, her family and

continued, the harder it became for her to stop it. Rather than tire of her and move on to greener pastures, as she had initially anticipated, and as any normal man eager to just get his rocks off would do,