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

sound of Reggie's fingers splashing in her silky secretions was becoming just as disturbing as what

messy down there and embarrassed by her body's reaction, which contradicted her feelings of

how much nicer it is when you obey

satisfaction of a response, her small, white fingers

until I think you ready,"

emotional disdain mixed with physical pleasure displayed on her face. Christy's face contorted from conflict and suggested to Reggie that he was successfully wearing her down. He finally withdrew his wet fingers from her pussy

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next

her the way he did, to taste her and know her so intimately. At least for the moment he had stopped fondling her. The welcome break allowed her to

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

composure and the tension in Christy's

the house with

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 learning the sordid details of what she did with Reggie? Reggie might reveal how often they had sex,

the police protect her family from Reggie's 'homeboys'? His thugs already had their instructions

He promised to be nice to her and love her if she did. But

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