Blackmailed Fiancee- Part 2

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Blackmailed Fiancee- Part 2Megan didn’t see Leroy leave, but she hadn’t seen him in the building in a while either. “Is that what I think it is?” she asked, looking greedily at the envelope containing Tyrone’s weekly salary.”Yea, I got it from Reggie. He’s in Leroy’s office now.”Megan’s eyes lit up with excitement over getting paid and starting the weekend early. “Oh, I better go get my pay too before Reggie leaves.””Okay, see you Monday. I’m out of here,” Tyrone replied giving Megan an unusual smirk.Tyrone watched Megan head toward Leroy’s office, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Fortunately she hadn’t looked down or she would have noticed his Black Ness monster trying to force its way out of his coveralls.A peephole in Leroy’s open office door, she hadn’t noticed before, struck Megan as odd. “Megan, have a seat,” Reggie said as he rose from Leroy’s desk and pulled the chair out for her. “I have something important we need to talk about.” Megan noticed him close the door and suddenly the uneasy feeling that Leroy and Tyrone had given her that first day she met them returned. “I just came to get my pay. Tyrone told me we are closing early today.” Reggie handed Megan a white envelope, which at first she thought contained cash. She opened it and found papers inside.”We are closed, Megan. It’s just you and me here now,” Reggie said as he observed Megan reading the copy of the hit and run police report he had filed. “But you won’t be leaving early,” he continued. Megan’s jaw dropped. “What is this?” she asked.”It’s the hit and run report I filed for the accident you fled. You caused injury, which means you committed a third degree felony. That will get you five years in prison.””Oh my God,” Megan exclaimed, her hands coming up to the sides of her face.”They don’t have your license plate number. But they did get a sample of your paint from my bumper.””Why are you doing this?” Megan cried, tears streaming down her face.Reggie felt himself getting aroused as she cried. He ignored her question and continued. “There’s actually a cash reward for Leroy if he turns you in. But fortunately, both Leroy and Tyrone have agreed to keep quiet about this if you cooperate.””What do you want?” Megan asked recognizing the absurdity of her question. She was young, but not that naïve. Her tantalizing beauty like a lamp at night attracts moths had motivated many suitors to hit on her whose advances she declined. Her uneasiness before was the hitting of an iceberg, which now became the realization that the ship was going to sink. Reggie stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.”I want you to relax, Megan,” Reggie said beginning to rub her shoulders. His hands felt the tension in her muscles. Megan sat in shock as his meaty hands massaged her shoulders for a few minutes. He bent down and began nibbling her neck, which made her tingle all over like a low current of electricity flowing through every nerve in her body. His hands then descended to her breasts and her mind began racing. She could not allow this to continue. “Stop touching me!” Megan responded slapping his hands off her and jerking her neck away. She jumped from the chair and headed toward the door. Reggie stepped in front of it blocking her exit.”Think carefully about this, Megan. If you go out this door, it’s five years in prison.””I’m not having sex with you,” Megan replied, her luminous green eyes glaring at Reggie like an angry cat, fury now replacing tears from moments ago.”I’m not going to have sex with you Megan, at least not in the sense of putting my cock in your pussy, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”That was a filthy, disgusting, thought — having his nasty, black cock inside her. “What do you want, then?” Megan snapped.”Five years is a long time in prison, a long time to wait for someone, don’t you agree? A young man like Larry, with certain needs would probably find someone else to satisfy them.”The anger in Megan’s face changed to fear as Reggie spoke. Her wedding was less than three weeks away. Her brain sped a million miles per hour. There had to be a way out of this, but it was like trying to solve an unsolvable puzzle.”What do you want,” she repeated in a more reasonable tone.”There are other ways people can pleasure each other that don’t involve intercourse,” Reggie explained taking her arm and guiding her back toward Leroy’s cleared off desk. He turned her around to face him and began unbuttoning her blouse. Megan looked down and nervously watched his fingers reach the last button. She was still trying to solve the puzzle in her mind. Reggie glimpsed her tight stomach and cute belly button as her blouse hung open. When his big hands reached the clasp of her skirt, she tried backing away, but banged her ass into the edge of Leroy’s desk. “No, I don’t want to do this,” Megan complained, the zipper on her skirt sounding like fabric being torn as Reggie unzipped it.”There are some mean bull dykes in prison that would love to get their hands on you. After five years, you might start to like being some stone butch’s pillow princess and lose interest in Larry,” Reggie reminded her as he pulled her slightly away from the desk’s edge so her skirt would fall. It puddled around her ankles. Megan stood paralyzed as Reggie emotionlessly slid her open blouse from her shoulders. A thin gold necklace with a small crucifix attached hung just above her cleavage. Her white lace panties — a bikini cut — with matching bra and black high heels remained. Megan trembled with fear still trying to solve the puzzle, her thoughts turning to desperation. Maybe masturbating Reggie, as disgusting as that would be, would satisfy him and prevent him from going further — from touching her. “I’ll jerk you off,” she recklessly blurted, no sooner the words leaving her lips, regretting them and her inability to think of something more cleaver, less depraved to stop him.Reggie chuckled at the offer, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. “That will be nice, but you need to be pleasured first to get you more in the mood for it.”She reached up holding her bra from falling off her perky, medium sized breasts. “No, wait, maybe I can pay you more money,” she pleaded as if k**napped.”Let go of your bra,” Reggie growled impatiently, grabbing her wrist and dragging it away from her chest and down to her side. Her bra fell away and Megan’s breasts, perfectly shaped globes, billowed from her petite figure unaffected by gravity. Her nipples hid — camouflaged in pink — in the centers of flawlessly round areolae somewhat larger than quarters. Reggie’s fingers latched to her areolae, drawing her nipples of the same hue out from them. Her nipples grew harder and distinguishably erect from their surrounding pink flesh as he began twirling his fingers around them.”Please, stop touching me,” Megan cried.His hands left her breasts and slid down the sides of her hips and into the waistband of her panties.Megan knew what came next. Her mind raced to solve the puzzle. There had to be some way to keep him from m*****ing her further. “Please don’t make me do this,” Megan pleaded. “I’m in the mood. Let me jerk you off now,” she offered. She reached for her panties, tried to stop Reggie from pulling them down. “No,” Megan wailed as if holding a continuous musical note. Reggie roughly pried her fingers from the delicate fabric and yanked her briefs to her ankles. She was a natural red head, her pubic hair the color of shiny rust like the hair resting on her shoulders. Reggie knelt before her neatly trimmed burning bush like Moses receiving the Ten Commandments. Her hand quickly covered Reggie’s site of worship. He rose, leaving her panties around her ankles. She looked like a scared c***d — head down, hunched over — with one arm covering her breasts, and one hand over her vagina. Her defiant self-confidence from earlier had vanished. Reggie nudged her backwards until her ass bumped the edge of Leroy’s desk again. “You need to get a little more comfortable,” Reggie said, his hands grasping the sides of Megan’s petite waist. Before she knew what he was doing, he lifted her up (she instinctively grabbed his shoulders for support) and sat her on the desk. Megan jerked her hands away from Reggie’s shoulders the instant he set her down as if his skin jolted her with electricity and resumed covering her privates. “Lay back,” Reggie’s voice thundered as he shoved Megan backwards. It felt surreal to Megan, like an outer body experience she watched from afar, as Reggie navigated her panties, still wrapped around her ankles, from one of her stilettos, and then left the briefs dangling off her other ankle.”You’re beautiful,” Reggie said as if commenting on a prized game he had hunted and finally caught. He tried opening her legs.Megan tried to think of something, anything, to stop Reggie from going further, finally offering the unthinkable: “Please, Reggie, I’ll suck your cock. Don’t do this to me.””That will be nice, Megan. After I get you nice and aroused I’ll let you do that,” he replied coldly.”I’m aroused now… really. Let me do it and I’ll show you,” she begged.”Open your legs now, Megan, or you’re going to prison for a very long time!” he roared.She stared at the ceiling, tears from the corners of her eyes forming rivulets flowing down the sides of her face and into her hair, and allowed him to slowly push her legs open. He spread them wide. She reached down modestly covering her vagina with her hand. He grabbed hold of her wrist and wrestled it over to the side.”Please, don’t fuck me,” she cried, words coming from her mouth in staccato. “I won’t fuck you, Megan. Now relax!” Reggie popped his finger in his mouth, getting it nice and wet, then slowly inserted it in Megan’s small pussy. Reggie’s assurance provided little comfort to Megan as she felt his finger slowly probing her. He had lied about everything else, turning it into something istanbul escort much worse. A sensation very close to her clitoris alarmed her. “No,” she complained, not wanting to be aroused by him. Reggie had slobbered on his thumb and gently rubbed the sides of her clit with it. Her nails dug into Reggie’s wrist trying to stop him. He pried her fingers off him bending them backward in response, while managing to masturbate Megan without the slightest interruption. “Owe, oh God,” Megan yelped, the pain in her hand temporarily distracting her from a response in another part of her body — she was getting wet, providing enough lubrication for Reggie to caress her clit without his spit. By the time the ache in her hand subsided and her cries simmered, her pussy had become aroused. “Okay, Reggie, I’m ready now. Let me suck your dick,” Megan blubbered, attempting to divert his attention and stop him from playing with her vagina. She despised being touched by him and her body’s reaction to it. But Reggie didn’t stop — he moved in for the kill. Megan felt the sensation of his fingers spreading her labia further apart. An inviting heat from her pussy reached Reggie’s face as his mouth drew close. Her clitoris was getting harder and his tongue landed on it. She inhaled deeply. “Oh. . . God,” she exclaimed exhaling. “Stop it.” Her tiny, white hands tried unsuccessfully pushing his black, nappy head away.Reggie’s strong hand pressed on her firm, flat tummy as he performed oral sex on her, his other hand parting her labia. Her clitoris fully hardened and grew larger. Her breathing accelerated and her nipples poked out from her breasts. Megan fought to control her response. Her hands pushed against Reggie’s head. “No,” she continued. Tyrone watched Reggie going down on Megan through the peephole Leroy had installed in the door. Megan’s hips turned every which way trying to escape his tongue, her soft moans muffled, but audible, “Ooh…, please…, mm-hmm…, don’t…, uh-huh…, no…, ah.” Short, contradictory words and phrases lacking definite meaning replaced her earlier pleas for Reggie to stop. After nearly two weeks of complete abstinence, with the temptation of Megan daily, the scene tantalized Tyrone. But it was obvious Megan was almost ready for him. He removed his clothes waiting for Reggie’s signal, his thick, meaty cock hard and leaning from his body under its own immense weight.”Are you ready yet Megan?” Reggie asked between licks to her clitoris. “Ooh, no, please, don’t. Stop it. I’ll play with your cock if you want me to,” Megan beseeched while panting. “Just stop doing that.” Megan’s body displayed signs that it had reached sexual plateau. She had been seduced as much as possible. Now was the best time to make the move, when she would be most vulnerable and receptive to intercourse.Megan’s eyes briefly opened as she felt Reggie lift his hand off belly. But his tongue still danced with her clit and her eyes closed again. Reggie raised his hand up and waived it for Tyrone.Tyrone quietly opened the door and got into position beside Reggie where he could quickly move into place. Reggie enjoyed spoiling Megan’s pussy, but the time had come to share the fun. As Reggie moved away from Megan, Tyrone looked down at her bush. It reminded him of a freshly mowed patch of grass, neatly trimmed and edged with a small garden meticulously weeded, its hairs a shiny rust, the same color as the hair that flowed in gentle waves from her head.Megan felt Reggie grab her hips and scoot her bottom closer to the edge of the desk. He was masturbating her again while rolling both of her nipples gently between his fingers. She opened her eyes, dilated pupils from arousal concealing much of their green color, and saw him smiling down at her as he fondled her tits. He bent down and began nibbling her neck. Reggie felt her nipples get even harder as he nibbled his way to her ear. And then Megan realized someone else must be playing with her pussy. Her eyes widened and she managed to prop herself on her elbows before Reggie stopped her from sitting all the way up. Tyrone stood naked between Megan’s open legs masturbating her; his cock only inches from her entrance put Megan in distress. His uncircumcised penis looked strange, absurdly thick and large, like some exaggerated organ on an anime character. Megan had never seen an uncircumcised penis before or a black one. Tyrone stopped masturbating Megan and stretched her labia open while she stared paralyzed in disbelief of his size: a long, thick log with a tan sac holding testicles each the size of a golf ball and filled with sperm. White pre-cum drooled from its tip as Tyrone pulled his foreskin back and aimed toward her opening. “Oh my God, you said you wouldn’t fuck me,” Megan cried to Reggie in a panic as he held her. She watched in horror, Tyrone’s fingers parting her labia, her pink membranes exposed glistening with moisture as the brown, bulbous head of Tyrone’s cock gently touched them. “I’m not going to fuck you,” Reggie answered in her ear. “He is.””He’s too big. Please don’t fuck me Tyrone. I’ll suck both your cocks right now!” She felt the head of his fat cock begin pushing into her.”No, please, I’m going to get married; I’m not on birth control; I could get pregnant!” she pleaded.”I promise you won’t get pregnant,” Tyrone assured her, delivering lines he had carefully rehearsed. “I’ve had a vasectomy over a year ago and I only shoot blanks now. I already have three k**s and I’m not making anymore.” He squeezed the bulging head of his unprotected penis inside Megan — her first black cock and first uncircumcised one too.Megan felt her labia stretch to admit the head of his cock “Oh, God — please no. Take it out,” she begged. Tyrone slowly inserted more of his gigantic black serpent into Megan, the pressure causing her discomfort. She felt herself opening further to accommodate both his massive circumference and length. She only had a couple boyfriends and never had a penis this large before. After a month without pussy and almost two weeks not jerking off, Megan’s cunt felt like bliss to Tyrone: wet, silky and snug like a tight sleeve hugging his cock, milking it for cum. With a pussy this tight her fiancé’s prick had to be tiny. Her legs helplessly floundered around Tyrone’s waist as he penetrated deeper, black stilettos remaining on her dainty feet and the white panties still dangling from her left ankle. Megan kept visualizing the white pre-cum drooling from Tyrone’s monstrous cock when he had inserted it in her, the milky white slime now leaking inside her. She watched his cock, slick with her vaginal secretions, slowly withdraw almost all the way out, reverse direction, and slowly return into her a little further each time, more of it disappearing and his nappy, black bush getting closer to her own. His cock, almost as round as a soda can, tugged her lips along with it on each stroke, like it was pulling her inside out.From behind Reggie supported Megan’s back with one hand and used his other to push her elbows from under her. “Lay back,” he coldly instructed. Tyrone maintained a slow, steady rhythm and began making tight circles around her clitoris with his thumb. “That’s it,” Reggie said as her green eyes nervously looked up into his. “Let Tyrone do his thing for a little while and it will be over soon.” How could this be happening? Less than three weeks before her wedding Megan was laying naked on her back at the edge of a desk with another man’s incredibly large cock in her — a black man — who was not Larry. She hated Tyrone and Reggie for what they were doing. But as her body adapted to its new mate, the pressure and discomfort Megan had initially experienced gradually diminished, so did her anger and determination to fight. The thoughts of Larry that went through her brain became fleeting. Her eyes closed. She had forgotten what sex felt like without condoms. She could not recall Larry’s penis ever feeling like this. Her body began appreciating Tyrone’s huge, uncircumcised cock in spite of how much she despised him. It felt smoother and seemed to glide in her more comfortably than her fiancé’s circumcised one; and it gave far more sensation due to its enormous size and friction. Tyrone remembered Reggie’s advice as he felt Megan cum for the first time — her pussy squeezing his cock almost like an affectionate gesture rather than an involuntary, biological response, encouraging him to ejaculate in it — and thought about his grandmother to postpone his own climax. “No, please, ooh” Megan whimpered, addressing herself and her body’s reaction to this horrible invasion as much as the culprit, Tyrone. But Tyrone knew he finally had her. Sex with Larry never lasted this long. Megan felt a second wave of orgasms approaching and cursed herself. Something warm, smooth, and hard pushed against her lips. Her eyes opened. “It’s time for the blow job you promised me,” Reggie said with a smirk as Tyrone drove into her. As disgusting as all this was to her, she opened her mouth and sucked on the head of Reggie’s chocolate colored cock, her petite hand wrapping around its shaft and jerking it. Reggie observed that her nipples had returned to erection and he began tweaking them. Tyrone’s balls were ready to explode. As he felt Megan cum for her third time, he groaned loudly, and with explosive force filled her pussy with his potent, Negro cum. Megan panicked, trying to tell him not to cum in her, to take it out. But Reggie’s cock remained in her mouth and she only managed to moan. Reaching down with both hands she pushed at Tyrone’s stomach just above his pubis, an unsuccessful attempt to make him withdraw and stop the torrent he was releasing in her. When Tyrone finally removed his cock from Megan, his jism leaked from her open gash down the crack in her ass. He avcılar escort pulled back his foreskin and messaged her swollen clitoris and pussy lips with the head of his penis. After several minutes of messaging Megan’s clitoris with his cock, Tyrone backed away from her. Reggie turned her on her side facing him, in better position to finish sucking his cock. Her tiny, white hands ran up and down his long, thick, black shaft frantically trying to get Reggie off and get this nightmare over with. Her small engagement ring was a real turn on for Reggie as he watched her stroke him with it on her finger.Reggie grabbed Megan’s head and pulled her face into him. She felt his kinky pubic hairs sc**** her lips. “Swallow it,” he grunted, as she gaged on several mouthfuls of cum. In the time it took Megan to swallow all Reggie’s cum, Tyrone achieved a second erection and jerked her back to the edge of the desk. “What are you doing? No!” she yelled with the taste of Reggie’s semen still fresh in her mouth. She tried to sit up, but Reggie held her down. “Lay down, Megan! Tyrone isn’t finished yet.” “No, I already had sex with both of you. I want to go home now.” She bucked trying to avoid having Tyrone’s massive horse cock inside her a second time as he held her hips and tried re-entering her. “Do you want home to be prison for the next five years?” Reggie reminded Megan as he pinned her shoulders to the desk top, helping Tyrone hold her down. She struggled against Reggie’s massive muscles, their solid weight pushing her down onto the wood’s unyielding surface, but felt Tyrone’s smooth, uncircumcised horse cock tightly slithering back inside her anyway. It wasn’t as much pressure or discomfort as the first time he entered her. “Ooh, God, no,” Megan exclaimed as a slow, steady rhythm that seduced her before resumed along with those tight, irresistible circles around her clit Tyrone made with his thumb. “It’s only 4:30 right now,” Reggie chuckled letting go of Megan and pointing to his watch. “But I think you may be staying overtime tonight,” he continued with a nauseating smile, his eyes landing on an embarrassing clit boner Tyrone’s thumb mercilessly encouraged and exacerbated in Megan.”I can’t — no, stop it. Larry’s expecting me. He will come looking for me,” Megan tried threatening. Reggie laughed dryly. Tyrone continued unfazed by Megan’s warning, the fence locked and the dogs guarding the premises against unwanted intruders. Poor Megan held no inkling how hollow her protests rang — didn’t fully grasp the checkmate her assailants had carefully planned for two weeks and put her in. ******* Reggie leaned back in Leroy’s chair with an unlit cigar in his mouth watching the two young lovers go at it now for their third time that evening. He felt a perverse sense of satisfaction over the budding relationship he had arranged, noticing that even though Megan had pleaded and squawked, her legs reluctantly locked around Tyrone’s ass. She had begun to recognize his “extra talent”, her hands gliding up Tyrone’s back, almost embracing him. She certainly wasn’t fighting him anymore. In fact the two were heavily breathing and somehow the French kissing Tyrone initially forced on Megan no longer appeared coerced, the two moaning into each other’s mouths, their sex filling the room with wet, gushy sounds. Reggie glanced at his watch: it was already 6:15 p.m. and Megan was indeed working overtime tonight just as he had predicted earlier to her dismay. He had taken the liberty of going through her purse while the two lovebirds were in throes of passion and silencing her phone so they wouldn’t be distracted by Larry’s calls. In fact lover boy Larry never showed up as Megan had fallaciously threatened, which was unfortunate for her. She unwillingly spent quality time with Tyrone instead, getting well acquainted with him. Reggie heard Megan cry out in a high pitch as she came again. How many times was this for her — 10, 11? He had lost count. What stamina! Tyrone certainly proved that he knew how to deliver himself and could last extra-long. Finally Tyrone collapsed on top of Megan after his third orgasm. She found herself embracing his hard muscular body against her own. She released her grip on him, unlocked her legs, and ended their kiss. This was all so vulgar and wrong. Her arousal quickly returned to revulsion. He had ejaculated in her again. Even though Tyrone claimed he was sterile, having his filthy cum inside her disgusted Megan. She felt his huge cock in her deflating like a leaking balloon. She turned her head to the side and saw Reggie, reclining in Leroy’s tattered leather chair, staring at them, the unlit cigar still in his mouth. She pushed Tyrone off her and sat up, then slid from the desk. She picked up the panties that somehow had finally come off her ankle and slid them on. Reggie and Tyrone both saw a wet spot forming on them before she put her skirt back on. Tension filled the room as Megan dressed. She glanced Tyrone’s way searching for her blouse and saw his well-defined pecks, ripped abs, and the huge, black, horse cock that had been inside her, uncircumcised and strange looking to her, flaccidly hanging in front of him, dripping with their fluids. She quickly diverted her gaze from the revolting sight.”Would you like your pay?” Reggie finally asked.”Yes,” Megan coldly answered, her limpid green eyes glaring with hatred.Reggie handed Megan another white envelope containing the rest of her pay minus the cash advance from the previous week, $200. “We didn’t take any out this week for the repairs. You can start making those payments next week,” he said magnanimously.”There won’t be a next week,” she sneered grabbing her purse. “I won’t be back.” She stormed from the office and made it out the front door. Outside, Demon and Savage charged her way showing their sharp, white teeth, the metal spikes of their collars catching the orange rays from a setting sun. Megan had no choice but to return inside the building. “I’m glad to see you decided to come back,” Reggie remarked greeting her in the waiting area, the cigar in his mouth now lit, smoke rising from its tip. Leroy stood with him, wearing his semi-toothless grin that now sickened her. Tyrone was still dressing in Leroy’s office. Megan felt a small bit of relief that she didn’t have to confront Tyrone as well as Reggie after what had just occurred between the three of them. “Can you call off your hounds so I can leave?” she impatiently asked.The tip of Reggie’s cigar glowed red as he inhaled. “You better think long and hard about not coming back on Monday,” he spoke. “Not only will you end up in prison, but there’s still the little matter of the money you owe Leroy here for the repairs to your car. He’ll put a mechanic’s lien on your Civic if you don’t make a payment Friday. Your car will be impounded. And then there’s the little matter of the damage you did to my rear bumper that you’re liable for if Leroy decides to turn you in. I believe you told us your insurance had been cancelled?” The gold and white smile returned to Reggie’s face, “The estimate for that was $3,600. Larry will be getting quite the deal marrying you: huge debt and a prison wife. Think about it this weekend. Hopefully, Leroy will see you Monday morning.” ****CHAPTER 9******On her way home, Megan glanced at her phone noticing four missed calls from Larry. Someone had turned her phone on silent. Her mind raced, this time trying to construct a story to tell her fiancé. The truth was out of the question. How could she ever tell anyone what had occurred with Tyrone and Reggie? About how stupid she had been? But why was she late and why hadn’t she answered or returned Larry’s calls sooner? The late part was easy: she could say she was detained in traffic. Then it dawned on Megan: She was detained in traffic and realized she forgot her phone at work and had had to return there to get it. That’s what she would tell Larry. She called Larry back apologetically with her explanation, and told him she was on the way home. While Megan drove home, the three black men involved with her assault remained at Leroy’s Garage and met in Leroy’s office. Leroy plopped in his old, leather chair. A rather large, milky puddle of semen mixed with Megan’s vaginal fluid — a souvenir of the young, interracial couple’s fledgling passion — remained in front of him on his desk. He ran his fingers through it and then rubbed the slippery liquid between them. With his semi-toothless grin he looked at Tyrone and said, “Very impressive. You owe us $150, stud.” Leroy then turned to Reggie, “That was a great show, but what’s our encore? Do you think she will really be back?”Reggie took the half smoked cigar out from the corner of his mouth and let the long ash at its tip fall to the floor. With the cigar between his fingers, he sat in the wooden chair across from Leroy and began stroking his chin pondering their situation and the possible scenarios that might play out. “There’s a fifty-fifty chance she will be back on Monday. If she doesn’t come back, we need to call her bluff and go take her car.””Wait a minute,” Leroy interjected, “legally a mechanic’s lien is only good while we have possession of the vehicle. We’re not like a bank and don’t have title to the property to repossess it like that.””Yea, but she doesn’t know that. Besides, she was involved in a felony hit and run accident. Do you really think she will want to get the police involved?” Reggie’s gold and white smile appeared. “Is she going to want her fiancé to know about how she fucked a black man to fix her car?”The three men chuckled, and Reggie addressed Tyrone, “How was she?””She was incredible, man. The best fuck I’ve ever had. Her pussy felt so good around my cock. I could feel it squeezing me when she came. She is so beautiful. I think she really got into it for a little while.””You şirinevler escort got to keep nailing her,” Reggie replied. “You can’t let up. Bang her every day. That was good what you told her about having a vasectomy. Don’t let her know the truth now. Megan is a stunning white chick used to getting her way with men. When she comes back she won’t be very ‘cooperative’. You’re going to need help until she gets used to being with you.””Used to being with me?” Tyrone questioned.”Yea, getting fucked by you; going for long, frequent rides on that big dong of yours,” Reggie joked. “You want to keep fucking her, don’t you? She has already had your cock several times today, so the hardest part is over. Now it’s just a question of continuing what we started.” “That’s great; I’d love to nail her every day, but there’s one problem: I can’t afford $50 a pop.””Well what can you afford?” Leroy interjected agitatedly.Tyrone thought for a moment and then answered, “Fifty-dollars a day, and when we’re not busy I get to fuck her as much as I want.”Leroy’s bottom lip stuck out as he thought about it for a minute. “I’ll tell you what, you get your work done quicker, stop taking so many breaks, and I’ll go with that. Otherwise the deal is off.” Leroy’s offer suited Tyrone. With Megan to fuck he would no longer needed frequent breaks with pornographic magazines. Leroy then asked Reggie, “How long you think it’ll take to get her ‘used’ to having sex with the k** as you put it?”Reggie thought back on similar girls he had recruited for prostitution many years ago. This was a different situation. They had a*****ed the girls back then and used d**gs on them. It was a fun transition to watch. “Don’t know,” Reggie answered. “Every girl is different. They have different personalities and weaknesses. Some are stronger than others.””Well make yourself available then because I’m too old for this kind of shit? I’ll watch,” Leroy snapped.*******CHAPTER 10*********Megan arrived home and fell into Larry’s arms like she did countless times before. He gave her the usual great, big kiss they always greeted each other with, but it felt uncomfortable to her this time. Reggie’s cock and Tyrone’s tongue had recently been in her mouth and now she shared them with Larry.”Are you ready for our big night out?” Larry asked excitedly.Megan nodded with a forced smile.”Well let’s go or we’ll miss our reservation.” “Honey, I just got home. Let me take a shower and change first.” Megan felt dirty after three hours of sex with Tyrone — the longest she had ever spent with a man. She could still feel his slimy, foul cum inside her, on her panties and in her pubic hair starting to dry. She didn’t want any part of Tyrone near her. She wanted to wash him away from her body and out of her mind.”Come on, sweat heart, you’ve been looking forward to this for two weeks. You can take a shower and change when we get back. The shower will still be here.”Megan was at a loss for words. What could she tell Larry? That she had been with two black guys the past three hours, fucked one and sucked the other’s cock, and now needed to wash up? She forced another smile. “Okay, but I’ve got to use the bathroom first.”Megan went to the bathroom, took some toilette paper, and tried to wipe as much of Tyrone’s cum away as possible. Much of it had already dried, leaving a crusty residue. She flushed the toilette paper evidence and pulled her panties back up, still a little wet and stained with drying semen. They were an expensive pair of bikini briefs that matched her bra. She would have to wait until later to take them off and wash them when Larry wasn’t around.*********Larry watched Megan, lacking her usual appetite, pick at the food on her plate. Rigano’s was her favorite restaurant — she always loved their vegetarian baked ziti in wine marinara sauce, but tonight she barely ate any of it. They sat across from one another at a little round table with a white table cloth, a candle flickering in the center between them, her green eyes luminous like a cat’s even in candlelight. Megan rarely drank, but tonight she gulped down her second glass of pinot noir in an hour. She couldn’t wash Tyrone’s cum out of her, but she could try to drown her memory of him in alcohol. “Is everything okay?” Larry asked. “You’ve hardly touched a thing on your plate. What’s wrong?””I’m fine. I’m just not real hungry tonight.”The alcohol made things a little better. Megan had given thought to what Reggie said and to her situation. At least Tyrone had a vasectomy and she didn’t need to worry about getting pregnant by him. She would have to find a way to pay Leroy back quicker. She could not keep working there. The sooner she paid Leroy, the sooner she could put the whole ordeal behind her and get on with her life.”How was work today?”Megan looked at Larry as if suddenly woken from a trance. Her green eyes then darted around the room and landed on a nearby server — a tall, lanky, middle-aged man who was Caucasian and walked lightly like a woman. Megan guessed he was probably gay. Why couldn’t she have had her car accident with him? “Waiter, one more pinot noir — please,” she asked holding up her glass. Work was the last thing she wanted to discuss, but Larry waited for her response.”Well?” “Fine, work was fine today. We weren’t busy. It was boring,” she quickly answered with a hint of agitation.After her third glass of pinot noir, Megan felt much better.*****CHAPTER 11*****Megan could not believe she actually had to keep coming back to this horrible place. She didn’t want to be here, but she didn’t have a choice. When Larry was at work, Leroy and Reggie had come to the house with Leroy’s tow truck to take her Civic. Reggie threatened to turn her in to the police and say she had sex with Tyrone in exchange for fixing her car and keeping quiet about it. She had only answered the phone three times today and it became obvious why Leroy had really hired her. The dusty clock behind the counter read three o’clock and she knew what that meant. What she had prayed was a one-time occurrence with Tyrone had turned into daily ritual. This black guy seemed to never tire of her and wanted to fuck incessantly.Reggie arrived at his usual time and met Tyrone out in the garage. “You ready to give your girlfriend more loving today?” he asked, his gold and white smile appearing. Tyrone finished all his work and was ready to go at it with Megan the rest of the day.Reggie and Tyrone came inside. Reggie walked up to Megan. “Come with me to Leroy’s office now,” he callously told her. Megan gave him a dirty look. “I don’t want to do that with him anymore.” “Come on,” Reggie impatiently said, tightly grabbing Megan’s arm and jerking her to Leroy’s office. “Hey, let me go,” Megan protested, but her resistance diminished a little more each time Reggie forced her back there, her fight always ending in defeat, the sex with Tyrone becoming less foreign to her. “You always end up enjoying this so why the big production?” Reggie shoved her in the room and shut the door behind them. Tyrone was naked already waiting for her, his uncircumcised horse cock fully erect. “Now get your goddamn clothes off and start fucking him or I’ll rip them off you,” Reggie threatened, taking a seat in Leroy’s chair. With her head down, Megan lugubriously unbuttoned her blouse and removed her skirt, a broken woman. She hesitated before unclasping her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders. She stood topless wearing only her small, gold crucifix and panties. Tyrone came up to her and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.”Does this feel good?” he asked.”Please, Tyrone, I don’t want to do this again. I’m getting married in a week.” She felt his big, warm, heavy cock pressing against her stomach as he began hugging her. Soon it would be inside her. She wished she could get him to wear rubbers. Strangely, a thin membrane would have provided Megan some comfort knowing a barrier existed between them preventing the unwanted intimacy of complete contact with Tyrone. “Can’t you at least use a condom?” she asked as she had previously. Tyrone gave her the same tired answer he had given before: “It’s okay, baby. Absolutely nothing can happen. I’ve had that all taken care of for you, remember?” But this wasn’t okay like Tyrone claimed. Megan never slept around, had multiple partners, or engaged in casual sex. With someone she cared for deeply, intercourse first required a long courtship. Pregnancy wasn’t her only reason for wanting Tyrone to wear condoms. She had always insisted her partners use them, even when she took birth control pills, Larry briefly the only exception after their engagement. Sex without barrier protection was dirty, too intimate, and unsafe for reasons other than just pregnancy — even with someone she really loved and knew very well, unless that person was her future husband.What came next from Tyrone’s lips sickened Megan: “I want you to feel me, not some piece of rubber; and I need to feel you. We need to feel each other to be together. We’re just having fun your fiancé will never know about,” he said guiding her over to Leroy’s desk. Deep down Megan knew her words were futile, but she tried reasoning with Tyrone anyway. “This isn’t fun to me, Tyrone, and I don’t want to ‘feel’ you and be together. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m marrying someone else. Why do you keep letting Reggie make me do this with you?””Bend over,” Tyrone instructed ignoring her argument, his strong hand landing on her back and shoving her face down on to the desk. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her briefs and pulled them down her slender legs as she stood bent over, her small, gold crucifix resting on the wood’s cold, hard surface. Tyrone rubbed his hand up and down between her butt cheeks, touching her asshole, and then probed her pussy with his fingers. “Don’t,” she whined. But she had become wet for him already.Megan felt Tyrone’s warm, hard cock weightily resting on the side of her ass while he fingered her. She dreaded the huge, black, horse cock inside her again. This wasn’t right. It was repulsive. It made her feel dirty and she avoided sex with her fiancé as much as possible because of it. Continue…

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