The fluorescent fixture on the ceiling above her head buzzed loudly, and sounded like a fly's futile efforts at escape against a closed window. Age revealed in their darkened ends, the long pair of luminous tubes flickered, and one of the bulbs burned dim orange rather than the bright white of its twin. Someone needed to replace the failing bulb and fix that annoying buzz, Alyssa thought.

Alyssa nervously waited in the dingy room, seated in an uncomfortable chair with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her mind raced. Were these handcuffs necessary? Couldn't the police see she was a respectable member of society? How could Josh be so stupid and get them both in this horrible mess? She had warned him about this, but as usual, he didn't listen. She was tired of having to mother him.

Alyssa loved her husband, Josh, and overlooked his many flaws. He was a talented high school science teacher at a prestigious private school, adored by his students and their parents alike. But Josh had concealed a minor blemish -- up until this point -- to his otherwise flawless portrait of a perfect citizen. Josh liked smoking marijuana a lot. Perhaps too much. With an academic background in botany, he also enjoyed applying his scientific knowledge to cultivating the illegal plant for his personal and recreational use.

While perfectly lawful to do in some states, Josh's activity was a felony punishable by up to 12-years prison where they presently lived. Josh had converted a small walk-in closet in their house into a grow room — the reason why they were both under arrest now, treated like common criminals, and why she was sitting here frightened and alone.

She wondered how the police found out. Did one of Josh's worthless pothead friends get busted and turn him in for a lighter sentence? Was it the helicopter she heard late one evening -- interrupting her peaceful sleep with its blades tearing through the cool night air -- equipped with a snooperscope that saw the heat on their roof from Josh's 1000-watt metal halide light? Maybe their electric consumption gave it away? What difference did it make now anyway? They were already in trouble.

"Wow, this one's a real looker," Detective Sanchez mumbled to her partner as she stared through the two-way mirror at the beautiful 24-year-old suspect she was about to interrogate.

"Yeah, they had eight plants growing hydroponically under a 1000-watt metal halide light. A small, sophisticated operation," the gruff voice of Detective Earl Noyse replied. Only a few ounces of smokable bud seized, but in typical police fashion, roots, stems and even the medium the plants grew in were weighed, greatly inflating the amount and the charges.

The door opened.

Sanchez entered the interrogation room, visually raking the gorgeous blond sitting at the old wooden table. The girl stared back at Sanchez with stunning blue eyes and silky blond hair that flowed past her shoulders in threads of gold as smooth as a sheet of water.

Alyssa watched the older, rather plain-looking woman walk toward her. Detective Sanchez wore her greying hair up in a tight bun and had what could be described as a slightly weathered, man-like appearance. She held a folder in her hand.

Sanchez slapped the folder down in front of Alyssa and dragged a wooden chair out from underneath the table. The heavy chair growled in a high-pitchl as it reluctantly slid across the floor.

Sanchez sat in front of Alyssa, her face an expressionless mask. "Seems like you and Josh have been busy entrepreneurs. Possession, manufacture and distribution of a Schedule I drug carries a pretty stiff penalty."

"I already explained all this to that other detective — Detective Nose."

"Noyse," Sanchez interjected.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Whatever his name is — Josh only grows it for personal use. He only had eight plants. How does that amount to manufacture and distribution?"

"Listen, dearie, we confiscated over 15 pounds of weed from your house. Both you and Josh are looking at felony records and 12 years in prison unless you cooperate."

Alyssa's voice rose higher with indignation. "There's no way those eight little plants equal 15 pounds. You can't charge us with that! I want to speak with an attorney."

Detective Sanchez was not going to tolerate Alyssa's uppity attitude. She needed to bring this young girl down a few notches.

Sanchez rose from her chair, her palms remaining flat on the table, her face now red and only inches from Alyssa as she leaned toward her and yelled. "Listen, sweetheart, you want to speak to an attorney? Fine! But then we're throwing the book at both of you. You can say good bye to each other and to your house, your car, and all those nice things you and Josh have acquired. He'll never work as a teacher again. His career and your futures will be ruined. I'll see to it!"

Alyssa felt Detective Sanchez' hot breath and spittle blast against her cheeks as the angry detective shouted into her face.

Sanchez sat down, resumed a calm demeanor and continued as if her previous rant never occurred. "Or you can cooperate with us. All of this can go away and your husband, Josh, can continue teaching. Otherwise, you're both looking at lengthy prison time away from each other. It's your choice."

Tears began flowing from Alyssa's eyes. "What do you mean, 'cooperate'? I don't even smoke marijuana, you can give me a drug test right now. I told Josh not to grow that stuff."

Alyssa spoke the truth. She very rarely used marijuana. It made her too paranoid and nervous, but Sanchez didn't care and wasn't buying anything Alyssa said. Bigger fish swam in the ocean of scum and Alyssa looked like perfect bait to catch them. "We have a big drug problem in this city, which you can help us solve. We know who distributes the drugs, but we need to find sources, who else is involved. We want to bust Reggie Johnson, but first we need to find out who he gets his drugs from."

Alyssa sniffled. "Who's Reggie Johnson?"

Was this girl serious or was she just playing stupid? How could she not know about Reggie Johnson? Everyone on the street, and part of the drug trade in this city, knew about Reggie Johnson, the high-ranking gangster responsible for murders, heinous crimes, and the area's rich supply of illicit drugs. Detective Sanchez was going to bring him down, and this hot young female was going to help her do it.

Alyssa's suburban life had sheltered her from the likes of Reggie Johnson. Her anonymity was perfect, and perhaps her ignorance was for the best too.

"Stand up for me," Sanchez barked.

"What?"

"Just do it and turn around."

Alyssa timidly rose from her chair, with her head down and shoulders hunched over in fear as she turned around.

"Stand straight!"

Alyssa's back straightened upon command. The baggy sweat pants she wore poorly concealed what could only be described as an incredibly tight and sexy ass from hours she had spent working out at the gym.

"You'll do just fine," Sanchez mumbled to herself as she studied the perfect curves of Alyssa's beautifully slender figure. She was exactly Reggie Johnson's type — young, white with perky c-cup tits and an hour glass figure; a gorgeous face with big blue eyes and silky blond hair.

*****************

They lived in a well-kept, modest sized home — the only house on a secluded street in an otherwise suburban area populated by soccer moms and dads who coached little league baseball on the weekends for their young children. An ideal place for kids of their own they planned to have soon. The yard was neatly trimmed and heavily shaded by two large oaks that reached over the house like two giant hands about to shake with each other.

Alyssa stood in the living room. "I have to do it, Josh. I'm sorry, but it's the only way. If I don't do this for them, they'll send us both to jail. You'll lose your job, have a felony record and never teach again. Why didn't you just listen to me? I told you not to grow that stuff and to stop smoking it."

Josh stared at her as she spoke, his face wearing his confusion. At 5' 10" tall and perhaps 145 pounds wet, he was never much of an athlete, his frame best described as wiry. How could the police suddenly send her off as an informant without any preparation? It didn't seem safe or right. "Well, where are you going?"

"I'm not sure," Alyssa answered. "Detective Sanchez didn't tell me yet."

Above his wire-framed glasses, his eyebrows now knitted together with concern. How could she not know where she was going? "When will you be home?"

Detective Sanchez hadn't told her that yet either. "I don't know."

"You're not sure; you don't know," Josh mimicked. "Well, what can you tell me?"

"Nothing — all Detective Sanchez told me is she needs me to find out about some guy named Ryan or something. I can't remember his name. I was so nervous."

"Oh that's just great. You don't know who this is, where you're going, what you'll be doing, or when you'll be back." Josh sat in his chair, crossed his arms, and pouted like an angry child. "You're not the five-o, Alyssa."

"I don't want to do it, Josh. But we don't have a choice."

A car horn honked for Alyssa from their driveway and Josh jumped from his chair.

Alyssa wrapped her arms around her husband, gave him a big hug and kiss. "Please, Josh, I have to go now. I'll call as soon as I can, but it may be a while. I'm not supposed to contact anyone I know while doing this."

Josh melted in her embrace and returned her hug. "I'm sorry Alyssa. You're right — this is all my fault. But I didn't mean to do this to us. The laws in this country are so fucked up. You know why they originally illegalized weed back in 1937?"

Alyssa shook her head.

"They thought black men used it to seduce white women. Isn't that ridiculous? It's all because of racism. And here we are in 2016 suffering the consequences of unjust laws based on bigotry."

The horn honked again.

"Please be careful and call me as soon as you can," Josh added.

Alyssa tore herself away from him. Josh followed her to the front door, where she grabbed her packed suitcase.

He stood at the doorway and unenthusiastically waved farewell as Alyssa entered an older Honda Accord Detective Sanchez drove.

***************

A man and woman shouted curse words at each other from the neighboring unit while their baby cried, and the sound of distant sirens drifted through the air.

"I don't want to wear this stuff," Alyssa complained, pulling down at the short, tightly-fitting mini skirt so it would cover more of her legs. "This is too short and I feel uncomfortable wearing a thong underneath it like this. Please let me put on something else."

"You're either going to do this and get the information I need, or I'll file those charges with the DA. What's it going to be? I'm getting tired of hearing you whine."

Alyssa didn't like any of this. Sanchez made her share this disgusting rat infested apartment in a bad inner-city neighborhood with some crack whore, and now she made Alyssa wear this slutty outfit. "Aren't you going to give me a wire or something?"

Sanchez believed Alyssa and her husband were low-life drug dealers. Small fry perhaps, but not much better than Johnson. Sanchez' only concern for Alyssa as her informant was in using her to catch Johnson, nothing more. To that end, she was expendable. Alyssa obviously didn't understand their working relationship yet. "You're an informant, not an undercover cop. Reggie Johnson will likely check you for a bug anyway. That's if you ever get near him. We can't risk him finding out that you're working for us."

"But it's been three days already. Please, I want to see my husband. When can I see Josh? I'm tired of hanging out at that stupid club with all those black men hitting on me all night. How am I supposed to make friends with this Reggie Johnson guy anyway and find out all this stuff for you? I haven't even seen him there yet."

Sanchez squinted her eyes and looked at Alyssa angrily. "That's your problem. Use your imagination. I'm sure a cute girl like you can put your good looks to use and figure something out, but you better do it quickly. The sooner you do, the sooner you can see Josh. The clock is ticking and you're running out of time. If you don't get me some information soon, I'll have you and Josh prosecuted and sent to prison."

"No, please don't do that. I'll get the information you want..."

While Detective Sanchez prepared Alyssa, her colleague, Detective Noyse, secretly met with Reggie Johnson.

Steel and glass skyscrapers contained fiery reflections of the setting sun like the surface of a calm sea. From Reggie's penthouse apartment, Noyse gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window at a breathtaking view of the city. "Funny how nice it all looks from way up here. It's only when you're actually on the ground and part of it that the filth and ugliness become apparent, I guess."

"It's on the desk," Reggie replied, finishing his last rep of bench presses. The muscles in his arms and chest looked like they were about to rip through his tight brown skin as he gritted his teeth.

Noyse placed a folder he had brought with him on the desk and picked up the thick envelope Reggie had left there for him. He opened the envelope and briefly thumbed through a stack of hundred-dollar bills it contained before quietly placing it inside his jacket pocket and returning to the view outside the window.

Reggie sat up from gym equipment in the middle of his expansive living room, and used a white towel hanging around his neck to wipe sweat from his face. He glanced at the closing stock prices running across the bottom of an enormous LED TV hung like a picture on the wall. He had made over $800K in the market today, he silently noted, pointing a remote control toward the set. The screen went black. "Anything I need to know?"

His six-pack abs noticeable, Reggie walked to the desk.

Noyse turned from the window. "You might want to look over the contents of that folder carefully. Sanchez is on a high horse again and she's after you and your suppliers. She recruited a new informant we busted a few days ago."

Reggie opened the folder containing Alyssa Warren's mug shot and arrest record. "Nice," he muttered out loud to himself, the picture less than flattering to Alyssa, but her beauty apparent to him anyway. He read through her report. "Hmm —married, 24-years-old, and no kids. Busted for growing weed. Tsk-tsk — naughty girl."

"The husband admitted it was his. She seems pretty straight-laced, but you never know these days."

Reggie looked up from the folder. "It's an election year. A sizable contribution to a certain incumbent's re-election campaign should take care of Detective Sanchez' investigation. In the meantime, I gotta check Mrs. Warren out. May wanna tap me some that fine white pussy. Keep that cute little informant preoccupied."

"The husband should appreciate that very much," Detective Noyse dryly replied.

Reggie returned Noyse's sarcasm with a grin. "That's what he gets for breaking the law, cutting into my business — and not doing it very well, I might add."

*************

From across a crowded, dimly lit dance club, her golden blond hair and beautiful skin stood out like headlights on a deserted road at night. Very few Caucasians frequented this establishment, and none of them had ever looked as good as her. Reggie studied how the softer features of her nose, eyes, and mouth accentuated her sharp cheekbones to produce the loveliest face. The tight miniskirt she wore only amplified an equally gorgeous figure that could easily belong to a supermodel and drew unwanted attention from practically every male in the joint.

Unaware of Reggie's presence, Alyssa stood by the bar watching some black couple dance next to her, the girl obscenely thrusting her pelvis into the guy's leg, oblivious it seemed to all else around her. An offensive rap song blasted, making even the floors and walls vibrate.

Alyssa hated this place, but Sanchez said this was Reggie Johnson's hangout, although he had not appeared here for the past three nights.

"Damn, you beautiful. Let me buy you a drink," she heard a voice say with a familiar African American accent. She was so tired of hearing that stupid accent and having to tell these ignorant black men that she was not interested. She rolled her eyes up and sighed. She had lost count of how many men had already hit on her this evening. She wanted to get out of this place and be with Josh. There was no way in Hell she would ever cheat on her husband or be with some nasty black guy.

Alyssa irritatedly turned around to tell whoever it was this time to buzz off and leave her alone.

Her eyes climbed up the muscular stature of an enormous black man, as if trying to find the top of a skyscraper. In the darkness, she somehow missed the monstrous bulge in his pants. She almost blew it, about to tell him to get lost like all the other inferior black men she had encountered this evening, before her eyes finally reached his face.

Alyssa suddenly realized that the gigantic man speaking to her was Reggie Johnson — the man she had been waiting for. He wore a Polo shirt and a thick gold necklace, grey silk slacks, and an expensive sports jacket. Diamond rings that looked big enough to sink the Titanic adorned his fingers.

Alyssa nervously forced a smile. Her opportunity finally arrived, yet her mind was blank as to what to say. "Hi," she managed to squeak out.

Reggie looked at the almost empty glass Alyssa held. "Whatcha drinking?"

Alyssa was not much of a drinker, and her tumbler contained remnants of ice water — the only substance she ever intended to consume here. But she remembered Detective Sanchez' threats — Josh's career in ruins, criminal records marring their future, 12 years in prison. Little time remained. She needed information about Reggie and his suppliers to give Sanchez. Too much was at stake to let her nerves get in her way now. This was her chance and she could not let it slip away. "I'll have whatever you're drinking."

Reggie turned to the bartender. "A Crown on the rocks for me and this lovely woman. Make 'em doubles".

The bartender briefly raised an eyebrow, thinking he might have misheard Reggie. The only thing Alyssa had ordered from him the past three nights was ice water. He proceeded to fill two tumblers with ice and generous amounts of the amber liquid without question. "Anything else, Mr. Johnson?"

Reggie gave him a fifty-dollar bill. "Not now. Keep the change."

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson."

Reggie handed Alyssa the glass. "Come on, let's sit somewhere quiet and talk."

They sat at a small table away from the music. Alyssa remained incredibly nervous. She quickly forced down the contents of her glass and felt fire form in her stomach.

"Wow, you really slammed that down. I ain't seen many women drink like that. I'll get you another. I don't want to drink by myself."

Alyssa stared blankly at him a moment as she waited for the fire in her gut to simmer. Although she rarely drank, she possessed the ability to hold her liquor well.

Reggie signaled a nearby server. "Bring my pretty friend here another double of Crown, on the rocks."

Alyssa began to feel the calming effects of alcohol she just consumed enter her bloodstream. "What's your name?"

"Reggie Johnson — and who, may I inquire, do I have the pleasure of meeting."

"I'm Alyssa."

"Where you from, Alyssa? I never seen you 'round here before. No way could I ever miss someone as beautiful as you."

She caught herself from almost fumbling the whole thing by telling him her real address. Alyssa's nervousness returned. She had forgotten the address where she was staying with the crack whore. "I just moved here — to a place on North 89th Street and Milton Avenue. Do you know the area?"
Reggie's eyebrows rose. "Wow, no offense, but that's a rough neighborhood. A lotta crack heads and gangbangers out that way. You like it there?"

The server arrived just in time with Alyssa's second drink. She slugged it down with a grimace. "No, not really."

"So, what brings you here tonight, Alyssa?"

Alyssa began relaxing from the four shots of whisky she had consumed within 10 minutes. She decided to go for broke with her reply. "I'm trying to score some coke tonight."

Reggie managed to keep a straight face despite almost laughing at her. She was a poor informant, perhaps the worse he had ever encountered. Was she that naive to believe a big-time drug dealer like himself would carry coke around with him and deal directly with some bimbo he just met in a club, as if she was in a 1980s episode of 'Miami Vice'? She was trying to hook him like a fish, not realizing that he was doing the same to her. He was going to have a lot of fun playing this gullible white girl. "Don't have any coke, baby, but I might be able to get some Molly tonight. You in?"

Alyssa wore a puzzled look. "Molly? Who's that?"

Reggie raised his eyebrows at Alyssa's ignorance and clarified, "It's really pure Ecstasy, the best stuff out there." He turned his head from side to side. "Mmm, mmm, I might be able to get some from my suppliers. You in?"

Alyssa had heard something about Ecstasy a long time ago, but had never tried it and didn't remember much about it, other than it was illegal and a growing problem. She could not believe her good fortune — how easy it was proving to get information about this dirty drug dealer and his suppliers for Detective Sanchez so suddenly. Soon this low-life and his associates would be in jail where they belonged, and she and Josh would be free to live their lives together again.

She nodded affirmatively.

Reggie smiled at how easily this little whitefish swallowed his bait. "Come on, then. Let's get outta this place."

**************

A limousine took them to Reggie's high-rise. During the ride Reggie sat across from Alyssa. She looked out the window unaware of how he studied her gorgeous legs, her small waist, flat stomach and even the indention of her naval — all perceptible, as well as her firm c-cup breasts — through the sexy miniskirt that clung to her beautifully curved body.

The miniskirt, a sleeveless type with only thin straps over her toned shoulders holding it on, was made of grey material interspersed with silvery threads. Beneath it, a sexy thong and bra waited, Alyssa wrapped as an unknowing gift for Reggie from Detective Sanchez.

Reggie's cock had been hard all night, since he first saw Alyssa. Yet unfortunately, she had never looked directly its way. And in the shadows of night his dark baggy slacks and sports jacket helped obscure the horrific bulge that would have deterred Alyssa from going anywhere with this dangerous criminal had she noticed it.

Giving his hardness to Alyssa and putting it inside the soft, yet tight wetness of her pussy became all he thought about.

While she looked away buzzed from alcohol and completely ignorant of his growing desire for her, he quickly adjusted himself to alleviate some of the discomfort his abnormally large penis gave him during erections. He needed to relieve his hard-on with her soon, he thought.

"Is this your place?" Alyssa asked as they pulled up to a 50-story high-rise in a very expensive part of town. A doorman wearing a navy-blue suit stood at attention. Double glass doors immediately to his left, and a revolving door next to them, trimmed in polished brass, led to the lobby where a crystal chandelier hung above the concierge desk. It looked like the extravagant hotel in New York City Alyssa had briefly visited during her honeymoon with Josh.

The man in the navy-blue suit opened their limo door and Reggie giggled a reply. "No, not the entire building. Just the top floor."

"Good evening, Mr. Johnson," the clean-shaven, middle-aged doorman said as he closed the limo door behind them and proceeded to open the big glass door to the lobby.

"Thank you, James," Reggie answered.

An awkward silence filled the elevator as they travelled to the top of Reggie's high-rise, Alyssa's ears popping as they passed the 38th floor. Finally, the doors opened. Two big, burly black guys greeted them as they exited the elevator.

"Hey, boss, you want me to check this one out," one of them asked Reggie.

"Yeah, you better just to be safe." Reggie turned to Alyssa and said, "Sorry, beautiful, but they gonna check you out for a bug. I'm in a business where I need to be careful about that kinda thing."

"Sure," Alyssa replied, holding her arms out while the big black guy waved some wand up and down the front and back of her body.

"She okay boss."

Reggie opened the door to his penthouse for Alyssa and smiled, reeling his whitefish in, he thought. "This way."

Alyssa entered and sauntered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised the eastern wall of his living room. She gazed out over the million-dollar view of the illuminated city, the numerous lights like countless stars through the lens of a telescope aimed at some distant constellation. "Wow, this is a really beautiful place you have."

He went to his wet bar. "Want another drink?"

She was already intoxicated, but handled her booze well. "Just water."

He fixed himself another Crown and fetched her a bottle of chilled water. "A good choice for Molly."

"I beg your pardon?" Alyssa asked.

He swallowed a mouthful of whisky. His tumbler clanged as he set it down on the black granite countertop. Alyssa saw the tiny blue pill he held between his two black fingers as he approached with her bottle of chilled water.

"For Molly," he repeated. "It tends to make users dehydrated. Now open your beautiful mouth for me."

A user? That's what this loathsome black drug dealer thought she was? Alyssa's eyes grew wide. Aside from smoking a tiny bit of marijuana on very rare occasions, she had never used any type of drug. "N-n, no," she nervously laughed, her lips drawing tight, revealing lovely white teeth and a hint of a gorgeous smile. "I wasn't planning on taking it tonight."

Reggie looked at her inquisitively. "You want me to get some of this from my suppliers without trying a sample of it yourself first? You an informant or something?"

The inquisitive look on his strong brown face began to show a mixture of distrust and anger.

Alyssa realized her plan was in danger and that she needed to alter course. The thought of Josh's career as a teacher ruined by a felony record for drugs, twelve years separated from each other as they each served prison terms flashed through her mind. She could not risk losing Reggie's trust — not now after getting so close. "It's just that it's getting late. My neighborhood, as you noted, is rough. I don't want to be out on the streets that late."

She played this game very poorly, Reggie thought. "Don't worry, I'll have my limo driver take you home a little later. If you like this stuff, I'll give my supplier a quick call tonight for more. You can meet him."

Alyssa tried to stall. "How much are we talking? I don't have a lot of money right now. Maybe we should do this tomorrow or the next day? You can talk to your supplier tonight and I'll get money for a deal tomorrow."

"That's okay. You can pay me when you get the money. Now open up for me."

Again, he outmaneuvered her. She nervously looked into his eyes, like a trapped prey, as the bottom of her jaw slowly opened.

He placed the small blue pill on her tongue and her mouth closed.

"Good girl," he said, the plastic cap of the water bottle snapping as he unscrewed it for her.

She took the clear plastic bottle of water from him — cold condensation running down its sides wetting her hand —and pretended to take a sip while slipping the pill he had put in her mouth under her tongue.

"I need to use the bathroom."

He knew what she was up to, but he wasn't going to let her get away that easily. He had reeled in this whitefish, practically had her in his net. "Let's kiss first." His huge muscular arm suddenly wrapped around her tiny waist and drew her to him.

"Whoa, not so fast," she said, trying to squirm from his embrace and pushing against huge muscles in his chest. She felt something else through their clothing as he pressed against her — something hard and incredibly large in his pants, but she became distracted by the awful, bitter-sour taste of the pill rapidly dissolving in her mouth.

"Kiss me now," he repeated, attempting to attach his lips to hers.

She turned away to avoid the kiss. "No, wait a minute. I'm sorry. I need another drink first. There's a funny taste in my mouth." She raised the water bottle to her lips again to swallow the remnants of the dissolved pill she had wanted to spit out in his bathroom.

Reggie smirked as he watched her really drink the water this time, and swallow a very large and powerful dosage of the drug — pure stuff, not the cut down crap sold by street dealers. He was eager to get her fucked up on it. This pretty whitefish was now in his net and it was time to haul her on board his boat to spear.

She finished the water, determined to somehow fight getting high.

"Let's kiss some now." His mouth locked to hers and his tongue forced its way past her lips. He pulled her with him onto the sofa.

"Mmm, no, mmm, wait, please, Reggie. I can't." She hated kissing him, and wiped his nasty saliva off her face with the back of her hand.

"Why not?" He secretly searched her eyes for tell-tale signs of the drug entering her bloodstream, but it was still too soon.

She was happily married to Josh. She would never cheat on him. Reggie was a nasty black man and a slime-ball drug dealer. But as a confidential police informant, she could not tell Reggie any of that. "You're going too fast."

Pretty whitefish was trying to escape from his net, but it was too late. He was going to bring her on board and spear her regardless of how much she tried to flop away. "We just kissing, baby. But you asking me to take a big risk and get this stuff for you without letting me get to know you first. Maybe we should just forget the whole thing. I don't know anything about you. Maybe you be five-o. I'll take you home now."

Betraying her husband by kissing this disgusting black man and drug dealer repulsed her, but Reggie threatened to cancel everything when she almost had what she needed. She remembered Sanchez' warning. She was running out of time. She had to make Reggie trust her.

She gently touched his muscular arm. "You can trust me, Reggie. I'm not a narc and I don't want you to take me home yet. Just kissing, though, right? Nothing more tonight, okay? I've just met you and I'm not that type of girl."

Alyssa was playing right into his hands. She obviously never tried Molly before and held no idea of its strength. Even inferior formulations and lower dosages altered emotions, mood, and perception. Something as benign as kissing easily became much more lascivious under its influence.

Reggie smiled and nodded his head. He was on his way inside this sweet little white girl's panties and she didn't even realize it. "Okay, we just gonna kiss for a little while until you see if you like the Molly. If you like it, I'll call Luther. Now lay back for me."

Luther — was that the name of Reggie's supplier? Alyssa wondered as she reclined on the sofa beneath Reggie's big hard body. She had to remember that name, she thought. But her mind quickly strayed to how different Reggie was from Josh — stronger, firmer, and larger. She felt his huge penis through their clothing press against her again, but the meaning of its terrible size now failed to fully register in her brain because a warm, wonderfully peaceful feeling began to creep up on her.

"Wait, Reggie. How long does this stuff take to work? I think maybe I'm feeling something."

Reggie noticed her pupils already displacing much of the blue in her eyes.

"It gonna take at least an hour to even start affecting you," he misleadingly told her. In an hour, she would be heavily 'rolling' as they said. Too fucked up to fully realize what he was doing to her.

"It's going to be late then."

"Don't you worry none, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you."

His promise to 'take good care of her' should have been a warning to Alyssa, but instead she believed him, the concentration of MDMA in her bloodstream rapidly increasing. They began French-kissing again.

"Mmm, oh, Reggie, mmm, oh."

His tongue probed deeper and deeper inside her mouth and then occupied it like a victorious foreign invader. Fleeting thoughts of Josh went through her brain, but she was doing this for him.

"Oh, I'm getting so warm," she murmured after nearly 30 minutes of French-kissing Reggie without interruption, the drug raising her body temperature, altering her perception of time. The miniskirt she wore became saturated with her sweat and stuck to her body. "Can you make the air conditioning colder for me? It's really hot in here."

"Sure, baby." Reggie quickly got off Alyssa and turned the temperature higher instead. It would make convincing her to undress easier, he reasoned.

They resumed kissing when he returned to her, and Alyssa found herself running her hands underneath his shirt and up his back. His smooth black skin and hard muscles felt so good, she thought. "Oh, I think that stuff you gave me is doing something already. Let's stop now and get some more from your supplier."

"Latter. You getting hot. Let's get this dress off you before you overheat."

"Huh?" Alyssa asked, not quite comprehending what he said to her. Her eyes looked dreamy. He pulled the straps of her miniskirt down her shoulders.

"No, what are you doing? Stop it — just kissing."

"I know, baby, but you gonna over-heat with this on. It's dangerous if you get too hot. Look at how much you sweating. We have to cool you down."

"No, mmm, oh," Alyssa moaned, as he resumed French-kissing her while inching her miniskirt lower — down her arms until it puddled around her waist.

"Oh, it's so hot in here," she gasped when he finally removed his mouth from her lips again, beads of sweat forming on her face and body.

"I know, baby. You don't need to worry. I won't do nothing. Now lift up for me"

Euphoria from the Molly greatly clouded her judgement and she trusted him. She raised her butt and he pulled the miniskirt past her hips and off her legs.

"That's a good girl. We gotta get you to cool down."

Alyssa now wore only a bright red bra and matching thong made of silk. His strong hands ran up her flat stomach, feeling the contours of her defined abdominal muscles, and slid underneath her bra, cupping her soft, full breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"No, Reggie, don't touch them like that. You promised."

"Yeah, you rolling good now. Let me get this off you. You still way too hot."

"What? Don't take my bra off!"

His cock throbbed painfully for her pussy, and this hijacked all his thoughts. He had to have her. He ignored her and unclasped her bra. Her young tits required no support and perkily stood out from her slender body. Her small areolae further confirmed her glorious youth in their pale pink color.

Alyssa recognized that something was terribly wrong, but the realization was brief, veiled by the effects of the drug and the resumption of their French-kissing. She somehow forgot that he was a black drug dealer who had her almost completely undressed — and most importantly, that he was not her husband.

Rolling and at peace with the universe, she only felt love for everything and everyone, including this black man, and allowed his hands to caress her breasts, explore her young body. One of his strong hands finally released her erect nipple, descended to her flat tummy, and slid into her thong like a stealthy invader, his finger expertly locating her clit.

She remembered Josh. "No, don't touch me there — please!" She grabbed Reggie's wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her vagina. "Stop touching it, no don't, Reggie."

"Shhh, it's just touching and just for a little while, baby. Nothing else. If you want me to trust you, you gotta trust me a little. Otherwise, our deal is off."

Alyssa sort of trusted him, a consequence of the Molly, and she remembered that she needed him to trust her. She had to find out about his suppliers. But he was touching her clitoris. It was so inappropriate and dangerously intimate. She sighed deeply and released his wrist. "Okay, but only touching and just for a little while."

"That's a good girl. Just touching and just for a little while," he repeated back to her. He knew how suggestions and reassurances combined with the relaxing effects of the drug and clouded judgement. "It won't hurt anything to let me touch it a little bit. I'm not gonna do anything else. You so beautiful."

He knew Molly heightened sense of touch as he tenderly caressed her most touch sensitive organ — a calculated, strategic place to target in seducing her. His little while continued and his little bit turned into expert masturbation. He awakened the countless nerves in her clitoris and they began bombarding her brain with their pleasurable signals.

His finger got wetter in her pussy, and he felt her clitoris become fuller and firmer as he touched it more. "Yeah, that starting to feel real good now, huh?"

"Oh, oh, ah, ahh, no, please, ooh," she moaned.

While masturbating her, his other hand grabbed the delicate fabric of her thong and began tugging it down. She noticed him pulling it off her too late, when it already hung from one of her ankles. She panicked. "No, don't take my thong off!"

She was not going to stop him now, he thought. Little whitefish was on board his boat almost ready to spear. He forced her legs apart and brought his face within inches of her fragrant pussy, which radiated an irresistibly inviting warmth.

She was smoothly shaved with only a neatly trimmed, pencil thin landing strip. His fingers stretched her soft lips in opposite directions — wide open — exposing the lovely pink of raw womanhood with her clitoris susceptibly waiting for him to make it the center of her universe.

His nostrils inhaled more of her sweet female scent — a pleasant, almost flower-like aroma consisting of perfume and her natural pheromones that called to him. His mouth attacked her pussy and he began sucking on her clit.

"No, don't do that," she cried, sitting up and shoving his head away from her.

Reggie scowled at her. "Trust is a two-way street. If you want me to get more drugs from my supplier tonight, you gotta trust me now, let me get to know you better and go down on you some. Only a close girlfriend can know about my business. Do you wanna quit crying, be my girlfriend and let me do this or do you wanna go home?"

Tears ran from the corners of her eyes down the sides of her face. Alyssa was confused and couldn't think clearly anymore. She realized she was high on a potent drug. She didn't want to be his 'girlfriend', but she had to pretend otherwise and convince him to trust her. She wished she could stop Reggie and still get out of this mess Josh had put them in. Instead she had to let this strange black man, a low-life drug dealer, perform oral sex on her.

"Answer me — do you wanna be my girlfriend and let me eat your pussy or do you want me to take you home?"

Alyssa cried, "I want to be your girlfriend."

Reggie smiled. How fortunate. This naive white bitch was completely clueless and he was going to exploit her. His mouth returned to her sex. He resumed his attack on her married white pussy with renewed determination for total victory. He was going to make her cum, and more than just once.
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.
He observed how her dark pupils now filled her beautiful blue eyes like the moon blotting out the sun during total solar eclipse. It wouldn't be long until he had her back in bed to spear again, he thought. "Yeah, baby, I'll go find it for you. You best hurry so you don't miss your ride."

While Alyssa showered, Reggie silenced her phone so they wouldn't be disturbed, took her miniskirt and bra with him. She would not need any of her clothing tonight...

The warm water caressed her skin as it washed away the dried semen Reggie had left all over her breasts and stomach during one of his explosive ejaculations. She took the washcloth and cleaned her private area. She needed a douche to wash his cum from the furthest depths of her sperm-flooded vagina, where his huge black penis had reached. Unfortunately, she didn't carry a douche around with her.

She exited the shower and toweled dry feeling more than just a little buzzed, a heavy fog setting in her brain like the steam on the bathroom mirror that obscured her reflection. Where were her clothes? She thought she had brought her miniskirt and bra in here with her. Unaware of time, she finished brushing back her long blonde hair, which hung damply past her shoulders like strands on a freshly squeezed mop, and wrapped the towel around herself.

Reggie waited for Alyssa in front of his bed, just outside the bathroom door, as she exited. She noticed he was still nude. His penis looked a little bigger than when she went into the shower. It was so large anyway though that she probably just imagined things. He could not possibly get hard again after all the sex they just had, she thought.

"Did you find my thong and have you seen my clothes anywhere? I swear I brought them in the bathroom," she asked with a confused look on her face.

"Nah, ain't seen your clothes and don't know what we did with your thong."

Alyssa's fingers pushed into her forehead, "Damn, I feel so strange. How long does that stuff you gave me last?" She looked down at his penis again; it was getting harder. Her brain was sizzling. The drug conflicted with her reason, and a strange combination of horror and euphoria battled in her mind, like slamming down on the accelerator and brakes in a car simultaneously.

Reggie pulled the towel off her and his arm suddenly wrapped around her tiny waist. "I think you still rolling, baby. You better not go nowhere like this tonight. You best stay here with me."

She felt his big black penis pressing into her — slithering higher up her tummy, getting larger as his full erection returned. "No I need to go home. I can't stay with you tonight." His arm tightly around her waist, she pushed against his hard pecks and arched her back to get away from him. But his rippling muscles and smooth cocoa skin in her palms produced such incredible sensation that she could not stop her hands from running up and down his body instead.

His hand descended to her ass and squeezed her firm cheek.

"Oh, I can't do that with you again. I've got to go home," she sighed unconvincingly, her hands still roaming his chest as if she was reading braille with them.

His other hand slipped between her legs, his finger softly slicing through her silky folds and finding her clitoris.

Her mouth opened and her head fell backwards as his finger nudged her clitoris and awakened it.

"Hold my cock."

Controlled by his suggestion and some primitive instinct, her hand reached down and grasped his huge, heavy rod. She began tugging on it. Their tongues met in her mouth. Before Alyssa knew what was happening, she found herself lying on the edge of his bed, guiding his tremendous black cock into her pussy as he held her legs high and wide apart from behind the knees.

"That's good, put it in your pussy for me, baby."

She heard him speaking, but he sounded far away. Was she dreaming? He went on, "Oh, yeah, you so wet and tight, girl. You feel so good."

She twisted the sheets in her fists and wrapped her legs around his ass.

His thumb softly repeated upward strokes on her prepuce as his huge piston began its well-lubricated journey in and out of her tightly-fitting cylinder.

"Ooh, ah, ah, oh, oh," she moaned.

"Yeah, that big black cock feels good in your little white pussy — huh, baby? You getting hooked on it."

"Oh, God, no I can't," Alyssa murmured, her eyes dreamy and half closed.

"It too late. I feel your pussy throbbing 'round my cock. You cumming again, girl. You can't help it. You getting spoiled by it. You gonna want big black cock for now on. I can tell."

Alyssa's youthful, firm breasts jiggled in place, like two globes of jello with tiny pink nipples on top, as her new black boyfriend bred with her, drove his superior cock into the limits of her young white pussy. She arched her back and made a high-pitched cry from an incredible, mind-blowing orgasm...

The entire wall of his dark bedroom was comprised of tall windowpanes with the vertical blinds left open. Alyssa and Reggie appeared as two silhouettes making love in his bed against a lambent background of city lights.

"You my girl and I love you, baby," Reggie repeated to her, looking forward to her reply.

She hugged him tightly and moaned as he moved into her, "Oh, I love you too, Reggie."

How he enjoyed hearing her say those words back to him, even if it was only the drug speaking. The Molly made her forget about her husband -- at least temporarily -- betray him for a huge black cock, and believe she loved Reggie.

Reggie rolled off her, his cock leaving a huge void in her pussy. "Get on top now, baby."

She obediently climbed on top of him and guided his cock back inside her.

"Oh God, you feel so good in me," she chirped, her arms sliding around his neck with her pussy fully adapted to his colossal size and aggressively humping his huge black pole.

He embraced her tightly. "I'm gonna cum again, baby."

She fucked him with even greater passion. "Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah. Oh, Reggie, I love you so much!"

"Ah, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah...ah!"

She felt his huge penis filling her up with his semen again. "Ooh, you're cumming Reggie."

Her hips slowed their pace as his penis finally stopped ejaculating inside her and began losing firmness.

"Oh, Reggie," she gasped. She rested on top of him, her hand exploring his muscular chest in the dark, until she fell asleep in his arms.

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A bright, late morning sun penetrated through her thin eyelids and pestered Alyssa to rise like an unwelcome alarm clock. She awoke confused, not sure where she was, still in Reggie's arms. Shadows cast across the bed and floor by the vertical blinds made her think of iron bars and a prison cell. She suddenly realized she was lying on top of the black man she met last night, Reggie Johnson, and they were both naked.

"Oh God," she whispered and rolled off him. "What did I do?" She remembered and it was far more than she wanted to recall. What they did together disgusted her.

She felt thirsty and ill, as if badly hung-over from drinking far too much alcohol. She slid from the bed while Reggie slept and quietly searched for her things.

Reggie saw her in her miniskirt looking around his gym equipment when he woke a few minutes later and entered the living room. "Can I get you anything?"

Alyssa turned and blankly stared at him. He stood shirtless with his big black muscles on display. In daylight, the outline of his huge cock hanging half-way to his knee, like a thick, long roll of cookie dough stuffed inside the pair of baggy grey sweatpants he wore, was obvious. How did she not see it last night in the club? Why did she stupidly come home with him?

She had to make small talk. "You have a nice gym setup. I guess you work out a lot."

He smirked triumphantly. "I like to keep in shape, but after last night I know you do as well."

Yes, he knew a lot about her now. There was no mystery beneath their clothes anymore. Alyssa looked away in embarrassment. She couldn't find her thong and was too humiliated to even ask him about it. Except for her bra, she wore nothing else beneath her short miniskirt. She wanted to go home and be with Josh and never see or think about Reggie again.

But she could not lose sight of why she was here, why she had already done the unthinkable with him. She had gone too far to throw it all away now. She forced a difficult smile and continued her charade by raffishly strolling over to him. "Can we see your connection today and get more of that Molly? It was really great."

He hugged her. "Yeah, for the most part you liked it a lot, baby. There was a little rocky patch in there, but you came through it with flyin' colors."

He enfolded her in his big muscular arms, the roll of cookie dough inside his sweatpants now pressing against her. She fought her instinct to recoil from his embrace.

Reggie finally released her. "I'll give Luther Greeman a call for you right now."

Alyssa watched Reggie unlock his phone with his thumb sliding across its screen as he walked away from her and into his bedroom.

"Hey, Bro," she overheard Reggie say as she quietly stood by the entrance of his room and listened. "Remember what we talked about yesterday evenin'? When and where can we do another deal? Can we get some sooner than that? Uh-huh — okay. 7:00 p.m. on the 16th, at the Furman Warehouse on Dixon Street — gotcha. See ya then."

It was the 17th of September today, which meant the 16th of October, Alyssa figured. That was a month from now. Perhaps this information would be enough for Detective Sanchez to release her from this horrible task. Alyssa hurried back to the living room so Reggie would not know she eavesdropped on him.

"We gonna get more of that Molly for you on the 16th, baby," Reggie happily announced as he returned to the living room where Alyssa waited.

Alyssa looked disappointed. "Can we get it sooner? I really don't want to wait that long."

Reggie shook his head. "Probably not. We missed the deal last night. The next big shipment of the good stuff you had isn't coming 'til then. But if you nice to me, I'll see if I can score some for you sooner. I might be able to get you another pill somewhere."

A pill from some small-time street dealer wouldn't cut it, Alyssa angrily thought. Detective Sanchez wanted to net big fish. But Alyssa never wanted to take that awful garbage again. "Oh, great. Let me know if you can get it sooner," she replied with a phony grin.

She looked at the time on her phone and saw she had missed another four calls and a string of text messages from Josh since last night. "I didn't realize we slept so long. I need to get home now," she said with urgency.

"What's the rush, baby? I thought we might spend the day together and fuck some more."

Alyssa winced at his crudeness and the thought of having more sex with him. Never again. She wanted to get far away, put what they did out of her mind forever. But his suggestion triggered her memories. Erotic images of their forbidden intimacy suddenly filled her brain and monopolized her focus as if projected on a large screen in a dark theater. She wished they had not done those things. She could not stay here. What they had done together was too intimate and very wrong. She had to come up with a reason to leave.

"I have to go to work," she said, although she had no job.

He wasn't done with her. Did she think she could weasel away that easily after he snagged her? Their game wasn't over. If she wanted to stay an informant, she was going to have to keep playing nice with him. "Where you work, baby-doll? You my girl now and I wanna come see you."

Alyssa almost swallowed her tongue from fear. Better to abandon this lie before it got her in more trouble. "Well I'm not actually working anywhere yet. But I have a job interview today."

A quick change of story, Reggie thought. "Okay, baby. I'll have my limo driver take you home. I'll see you tonight."

"Uh... maybe. I have a few things I need to do. Can I text you later?"

Give his pretty whitefish plenty of line, but leave the hook in her. When the time was right, reel her back in to spear again. He pulled out his phone and opened his contacts. "I'll text you, Alyssa. What's your number?"

The last thing she wanted to do was give Reggie Johnson her phone number, but again he outmaneuvered her.

Reggie called the number she gave him to make sure it worked. Her phone, still set on silent, vibrated in her hand. "That's it," she said with another fake smile, showing him her phone's screen with his number lit up on it.

******************

Alyssa rushed into Josh's arms and passionately kissed him when he opened the front door, as if trying to undo what she had done with Reggie the preceding night.

"Oh, sweetheart —are you finally finished? Are you home to stay?" Josh asked. It had been five days since he had seen her and two days since they had any contact via text or phone.

"I don't know, Josh. I need to call Detective Sanchez, but I missed you and wanted to see you first."

Josh looked at his wife curiously. She appeared beautiful, but tired, as if she had been out all night partying, which was unlike her. She wore a lose pair of jeans, that hung from her small, but flowing hips, and her favorite faded t-shirt — the one with 'Vegan' written across her boobs and a happy cow face. "Why didn't you answer any of my phone calls last night or this morning?"

"I'm sorry, Josh, really. I misplaced my phone and the battery died. I came home as soon as I could."

Her phone lit up with a text from Detective Sanchez.

"Any info? Contact me ASAP!"

Alyssa looked up from the message. "I have to call Detective Sanchez now, Josh." She abruptly walked away from him and locked herself inside their bedroom.

Alyssa called Sanchez and gave her the information about Reggie Johnson.

"You did good, Alyssa, but you can't just disappear now. You better maintain whatever relationship you've established with Johnson until this goes down. Otherwise he'll suspect you're an informant," Detective Sanchez said.

Maintain the relationship? Did Detective Sanchez have any idea what that meant? "I don't want to go back to him. You don't understand what he made me do with him last night," Alyssa replied, Josh overhearing her frantic voice through the closed bedroom door.

Josh didn't want to hear anymore and backed away from the door as if a fire raged on the other side of it. He knew the real reason why Alyssa didn't answer his phone calls or text messages last night or this morning and the thought of it sickened him. His beautiful wife had likely fucked another man.

Detective Sanchez' voice was cold and unsympathetic, "I don't know what to tell you. You've got to figure something out if you want the charges against you and Josh dropped. Reggie Johnson is not stupid. He's eluded our efforts to catch him for years. If you suddenly become scarce, he'll suspect something."

Without explaining the embarrassing details of how she gained Reggie's confidence, Alyssa listened to Sanchez. When the disheartening conversation had ended, and Alyssa opened the door, Josh immediately began kissing her, while his hands hungrily roamed her body. "I want to make love, Alyssa."

Her face turned to the side and her entire body stiffened from Josh's suggestion. She could not have sex with him now. Her pussy was still swollen and sore from Reggie, and Josh would see that. She pulled Josh's hands away from her. "I'm sorry, but we can't right now, Josh."

"Why?"

"Because I have to go."

Josh looked down at her left hand. Only pale outlines remained around her finger where her wedding band and engagement ring belonged. "Where's your wedding band?"

She remained silent.

Her reaction seemed to confirm his suspicion. He stared into her eyes and spoke as coldly as Sanchez had to her on the phone a short while ago. "Okay, Alyssa. I think understand."

What did he mean by saying that? How could he possibly understand any of this? Because of him she was forced to fuck another man — a black drug dealer.

Alyssa received another text, and Josh quickly snatched her cell phone out of her hand. "Whose number is this and why do they want to meet you at the club tonight?"

Reggie had sent the text, but Detective Sanchez had warned Alyssa not to let anyone else, including her husband, know anything about the investigation. "Um... a girlfriend of mine." She grabbed her phone back from Josh.

"What's her name and what club, Alyssa?"

"I have to leave now, Josh. My Uber ride is waiting outside," she irritatedly answered.

Josh wanted to stop her, but he felt paralyzed, unable to do anything to alter this pathetic situation he created. He wanted to say he was sorry. He knew her beauty far exceeded what men of his looks and success deserved. But somehow the love he felt for Alyssa would only express itself in a jealous anger, and he defiantly watched his wife walk out the door — to the arms of another man.

*********

The argument with Josh left Alyssa flustered, and now he bombarded her cell phone with desperate texts begging her to come home as she waited to meet Reggie at the club. It was almost 9:00 p.m. Reggie would arrive soon.

Josh's conciliatory messages made this even more difficult. Alyssa loved him, but there was nothing either of them could do about this, she realized. Detective Sanchez promised long prison terms if Alyssa refused to help her with Reggie. Things had already gone too far at this point to blow it all now.

She quickly answered Josh's text.

"I luv u too, but can't come home or communicate for a while. Don't worry. Please, no more txts. Must turn my phone off now. TTYL XOXOXO."

Alyssa sent her reply, and then following instructions Detective Sanchez had given her, blocked her phone from receiving further messages or calls — from everyone, except for two unnamed phone numbers. One of the phone numbers belonged to Reggie Johnson and the other to Detective Juanita Sanchez, the two people Alyssa disliked most.

Reggie quietly studied Alyssa's hot body in another miniskirt, not quite as sexy as the one Detective Sanchez had made her wear yesterday. But he had already unwrapped and tried out what was in this package, and he liked what it contained regardless of how it was covered. Alyssa was gorgeous regardless of her clothes, and he greedily wanted her all for himself. "Hey, baby, you wanna drink?"

Alyssa looked up from her phone. "Oh, hi — I didn't know you were standing there."

As much has she disliked drinking, she disliked Reggie more. He had taken advantage of her the previous night. She looked forward to seeing him put in jail where he belonged. She was a happy and faithful wife until this despicable criminal inserted himself into her marriage.

She was a nervous wreck again, having to befriend this loathsome black drug dealer, and her situation was desperate. Alyssa mistakenly thought alcohol would make it easier for her to deal with all the stress. "Get me whatever you're drinking I guess..."

Subsequent drinks went down easier than the previous ones for Alyssa. She watched a couple dancing, but she began seeing them in double. She shook her head and attempted to focus, but it was like trying to keep the end of a fraying rope together. Was she drunk? It was easier to focus on Reggie's face since he sat close to her.

She eventually found herself leaving with him.

"Where are we going?" she asked, finally away from that loud, annoying rap music and comfortably slouched on the cool leather upholstery across from him in his limo.

"To your place, baby — to get some of your things. You my girl now and you gonna stay with me. I'll have my guys get the rest of your stuff tomorrow."

The six shots of Crown she had just drank with him didn't help her worsening situation. "B-b-but, I'm not ready for that, Reggie. I only met you yesterday."
If she wanted to play this game of confidential informant, pretend to be his girlfriend, he was going to make her play the part thoroughly. Pretty whitefish enjoyed plenty of line today, but his hook was still in her. He began reeling her back in, this time setting the drag so she couldn't swim away again as easily. "I think you ready for this, baby, and I can't have my girlfriend living in a bad place. What will people say? Besides, you a target for my rivals and the police. It be the only way. Otherwise we can't be together anymore."

Detective Sanchez told her to stay with him, to 'cultivate' her relationship with him and make sure the drug deal next month occurred. Alyssa's choice boiled down to pretending to be Reggie's girlfriend or long prison terms for Josh and herself. She observed the bulge in Reggie's slacks grow bigger as he spoke and dreaded what it meant.

Reggie saw where Alyssa's eyes fell, the horrified expression on her face, and he smirked. He leaned forward and instructed his driver, "Take us somewhere private for a while first -- you know where."

Reggie closed the dark, opaque window separating them from the chauffeur, leaned back with that same smirk on his face, and patted the leather seat next to him. "Come sit here, baby."

Alyssa wanted to bolt from the limo and flee, but somehow she controlled her impulse and perched herself beside him.

His arm reached around her shoulders and drew her into him. He grabbed her hand and dragged it to his crotch. "I get hard a lot. Rub it for me a while, baby."

Her hand had landed stubbornly on his enormous penis. She didn't want to touch the thing, but how could she get out of this? Fortunately, the alcohol had relaxed her. She quietly ran her palm up and down the tremendous bulge in his slacks.

"Why don't you take it out and play with it?"

It was safer for her if it stayed in his pants. She tried to stall him, the bulge she rubbed becoming harder, bigger. "No, not here and now, Reggie. Let's wait until later when we get back to your place."

"I told you it get hard a lot, baby. It hurt when it hard like this. You my girl and need to relieve it for me."

Relieve it for him? Alyssa took a deep breath. This was getting worse, she thought. She hesitatingly unfastened his belt, unclasped his slacks, lowered his zipper. She opened his lose trousers, her fingers softly tracing his cock through the tight silk fabric of his briefs, the last barricade keeping his huge organ safely secured and tucked away. She looked up, as if imploring him with her beautiful blue eyes not to make her go further.

"Go on, take my cock out now and play with it. You gonna like it."

She would never like his nasty penis. She looked back down at the tremendous protuberance barely contained in his underwear. The material strained to hold all of him inside it, the stretched fabric perfectly limning his enormous glans. Her fingers followed up the outline of his shaft which reached the outer edge of his hip.

There appeared no way to keep his organ incarcerated longer. She reluctantly pulled back the waistband of his briefs, reached inside them and released his gigantic black penis, which with her help escaped captivity like an uncaged Python.

Her eyes widened. She was familiar with him from last night, yet she still held his gigantic black cock in disbelief.

"Go ahead and play with it now, baby. Start having fun with it."

There would never be anything 'fun' about touching his penis, she thought. But surprisingly, she did find something about how warm, hard, and smooth it felt in her hands intriguing -- how his blood, his very essence filled the huge organ.

The primitive portion of her brain associated the size of his penis with strength and masculinity, while the evolved portion knew better. More manliness didn't make him a better man than Josh. But as she continued touching him, the primal part of her brain gained control and she thought less about Josh. She took in the fragrance of Reggie's cologne as his penis began having an almost trance-like effect on her, and she forgot about everything else.

Reggie's fingers gently passed through her soft golden hair. "Yeah, that's it, baby. You touching it real nice. You wanna kiss it a little?

She didn't want to do any of this with him, she remembered. But Reggie's suggestion echoed in her brain along with Sanchez warning her to stay with Reggie, to cultivate her relationship with him until the drug deal went down and they arrested him. Alyssa began softly kissing his cock. Her kisses ultimately turned into licks and then oral sex.

"Ah, oh yeah, baby. That feel real good."

His penis was so hard, he had to cum soon, Alyssa thought.

But Reggie possessed almost god-like self-control. He relaxed and savored the sensations from Alyssa's mouth, giving her extra time to appreciate his big black cock. It seemed like the longer he allowed her to perform oral sex on him, the more she liked doing it.

Alyssa noticed herself getting wet for some strange reason. She didn't understand why her body reacted this way. She hated this black thug. He was the enemy.

"Okay, baby, that's good. You ready."

He suddenly pulled her by her hair off his cock and unexpectedly began French-kissing her.

Alyssa wondered for a moment what he meant by saying she was 'ready' until he reached up her skirt and she suddenly understood. She felt his hand slide into her panties and pull them downward.

She had released his cock from confinement, had been drawn into playing a dangerous game with it. Now he was removing her bikini briefs — the last vestige keeping her sex safe from his monster penis taken away. She had to think of some way to stop him. "Mmm, no, mmm, no, let me finish sucking your cock."

He stretched her panties, almost tore them getting them off her.

All of this was a terrible mistake. Yes, she was giving him oral sex, but somehow she had been coaxed into doing it. In her intoxicated mind, giving him a blow job didn't seem as bad as having intercourse with him. She didn't want his cock in her pussy ever again. She was married to Josh. "Please, just let me suck your cock."

"I'm sorry but I gotta have your pussy, baby. You my girlfriend and you got me all hard."

"B-b-but I can't."

Of course, she couldn't, Reggie thought. She was a married woman, a police informant only pretending to be his girlfriend. She was trying to fool him and help the police bust him and his suppliers to keep her and her husband's asses out of prison. "Why not? I thought you my girlfriend?"

"I am."

Reggie knew all about Alyssa's situation, but she didn't know he knew. He continued using her predicament to get what he wanted from her. "I don't understand. You told me you loved me last night. Were you lying? What kind of girlfriend gets a guy hard and doesn't let him finish with her, unless she really don't love him? Do you know how much it hurts when a dude's cock gets hard like this and he can't finish? Maybe we should just end things now if you gonna be this way."

Was that true? Did a man's penis hurt when it got hard? Josh never told her that, but maybe Reggie's penis was different because of its size, she thought. She remembered Detective Sanchez' warning. Alyssa needed to pretend that she wanted to be his girlfriend. "I'm sorry, Reggie. I do love you. I'll help you finish. Just not that."

It was important for him to use the right words with her now. He wanted to fuck her brains out, but saying that was not how he would win this game. "But what you're doing isn't working. It's just making me hornier and making my cock hurt more for you. I need to make love to you, Alyssa."

She didn't know what to do. She wrestled with a confusing mixture of fear, guilt, and disgust over her unwelcome arousal. She didn't want to have sex with him again, but her options seemed limited. "Do you have a condom we can use?"

She immediately regretted asking him that question. She couldn't have sex with him -- not again. She was married to Josh.

He outplayed her at this game, like a seasoned sexual predator. He cloaked his face in a combination of disappointment and sadness, and carefully used more of the right words. "I'm sorry I didn't get any condoms. They don't make them big enough and they don't fit me right. Besides, it don't feel as good. You my girlfriend and it should be special if we love each other. I just don't understand. You made love with me last night without rubbers. Why you change? Don't you love me? Are you only doing this for the Molly?"

She didn't love Reggie, in fact she disliked him, but she couldn't tell him that. She had to stay with this black gangster, foster their relationship, and make sure the drug deal occurred as planned. Unfortunately, this meant convincing him that she cared for him and wanted to be his girlfriend. "It was different last night. I wasn't thinking clearly because of the Molly."

He was going to soften her up like a stubborn cut of meat in a pressure cooker. "Oh, now you're thinking clearly and you don't want me anymore? I see. I can't believe you just using me to get Molly. Well, maybe I don't want to be used. Maybe we should end this now."

She quickly ran numbers in her head. She was not sure if she was ovulating. But she had to do something to assure him, to reinforce their relationship and make certain that drug deal occurred next month as planned. Sex appeared to be her only tool left to garner his trust. How could things keep coming to this? She searched for the right response, but it just didn't exist. "That's not true. I'm not using you. I do love you."

His silence conveyed his disbelief to Alyssa; the disappointment in his face told her his friendship was in serious jeopardy over this.

"Okay, I guess if you really want to, we can have sex. But I could get pregnant."

He had successfully reeled-in his pretty whitefish. She knew it was time for him to spear her again, and flopped around trying to avoid it. But he had her right where he wanted and wasted no time lifting her miniskirt up. "I'll pull out of you this time."

He pushed her legs apart and placed the bulky head of his enormous cock against her tight entrance.

She was having second thoughts, but he was moving too fast for Alyssa and she could not keep up with his arguments. She made another desperate attempt to stop him. "No, you didn't pull out last night, Reggie. This is a bad idea. It's too risky."

Ignoring her, his hands grabbed her hips, jerked her to the edge of the seat and pinned her there. "I told you I'll take it out — I promise."

Alyssa grabbed his shoulders tightly as his cock began its deep descent inside her. Perhaps she was paying for more than just her and Josh's freedom. Perhaps this was restitution for freedom once denied and distant antebellum ancestors she never knew, selectively breeding superior physical attributes into his race. "No, ah, aah, ooh..."

Although interracial relationships were becoming more common, Alyssa had remained a holdout until her encounter with Reggie. He was now slowly converting her. Even though she didn't want to like it, he believed she would soon prefer big black cock, like every white girl that tried it. The only time size truly didn't matter was when a girl never experienced it. He was going to make Alyssa experience it plenty, get her good and spoiled on it. Her husband's small, white cock would always be an unsatisfying disappointment, like the bitter taste of unsweetened chocolate, by the time Reggie finished with her. "Yeah, baby, you real wet. You see how good that feel?"

Alyssa's mouth hung open in disbelief. He had disregarded her objections. He was inside her for a second night in a row. This was not supposed to happen again. But no matter what she had said to him, somehow he overcame her arguments and got his way...

The driver leaned against the side of their limousine, the end of his cigarette, like a lone firefly on a warm summer night, glowing brighter as he took another drag in the darkness. He calmly watched the rippled reflection of the city's illuminated skyline in the gentle, distant waves of the Jackson River.

He had driven them some distance — across the bridge and outside the city to where they presently were parked. All sorts of things came through this old shipping port at one time, but now it was mostly deserted.

He felt the limo bounce from the passion inside it, and listened to Alyssa's moans. His boss was always quite a ladies' man, but this girlfriend was by far the prettiest one yet, he thought.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god. No, I'm cumming again, oh god, please," the girl cried.

Alyssa's fingernails dug into Reggie's back as he kissed her ears, fucked her with his ungodly black cock, and drove her to the brink of insanity.

"Okay, baby, let go now. You still want me to pull out, right? I'm gonna cum soon too."

They had been fucking for nearly two hours and he was finally ready to orgasm? After she had cum a dozen times and was almost ready to do so again?

She hadn't realized she was hugging him. Alyssa heavily panted and released her unintentional embrace. "Okay, take it out now."

She watched his black cock withdraw from her, so huge it departed her pussy in what seemed like slow motion. He took her hand in his, made her hold his shaft and jerk on it for him.

"Ooh, you're cumming," she murmured, his penis throbbing in her grasp, covering her belly and tits with what seemed like enough of warm jism to put out a large fire.

"Oh, that feel real good, baby. Thank you. I love you."

"Oh, I love you," Alyssa absently responded, not meaning it, but caught in the heat of the moment. The long wet shaft of his firm penis, held in place by his hand over hers, slid through her palm, up and down against her clitoris as he finished ejaculating. It made her cum once more and with him.

Her mind was in clouds as she looked up into his deep black eyes and released a final sigh. Her long white legs remained wide open for him, hanging from the edge of the seat.

*******************

The din of city traffic carried up from the many stories below them, grew louder as dawn advanced and crept through slits in the blinds. Alyssa woke up in a comfortable bed, but not the one she had shared with Josh since marriage. Her arm rested across the muscular chest of an increasingly familiar man, but not the man she had loved, slept with since her teen years in high school and married. This was Reggie Johnson, a black man and violent drug dealer. They had spent a second night together. She had successfully deceived him into believing she was his girlfriend, she thought. But she had paid a terrible price. But at what cost to her marriage?

The bed was huge, much larger than her bed at home, yet they remained close together, in each other's arms. They didn't belong anywhere near each other as far as Alyssa was concerned. She should be lying on the opposite side of the bed, as far from him as possible, she thought. She lifted the sheet covering them and confirmed what she already knew — that they were both naked. Reggie's big black dick looked hard again. But how could that be after they had fucked most of the night, and without any protection? she recalled with guilt. It seemed like he never tired and always wanted more sex.

Why did Josh not listen to her all those times when she had warned him about the dangers of growing pot in their house and begged him to stop? This was all his fault, she thought. Now she was forced to sleep with a real drug dealer. She lowered the sheet and remained still, her hand returning to Reggie's chest and her head to the pillow. She wished there was some way to get out of this horrible mess her stupid husband had put them in.

Alyssa thought about calling Detective Sanchez and begging to get out of this. She didn't want to remain an informant if it required her to keep fucking this horrible black man, to keep betraying her husband. But Detective Sanchez had warned Alyssa not to contact her unless Alyssa's life was in immediate jeopardy or there was a change in Reggie's plans.

She missed Josh, wished she could at least speak with him for a little while. But except for Detective Sanchez and the man she was in bed with now, Alyssa had followed Sanchez' stern instructions and blocked her phone from other numbers.

Reggie's yawn interrupted Alyssa's thoughts. "Hey, baby, you have fun last night?"

Alyssa nodded hesitantly. He had made her cum more than she could remember, but it was not something she wanted to think about, nor was it something she was happy about doing with him.

Reggie smiled, his teeth brightly contrasting with his dark complexion. He pulled back the sheet covering them. "Look at my cock — it hard again and my balls hurt. You keep making it that way, baby."

Even looking at his penis seemed like another act of betrayal. Reggie's monstrous cock appeared even larger and harder than a few minutes ago. He had orgasmed six, maybe seven times with her last night. How could he possibly have another erection? Alyssa knew what he wanted. It was time to drain those big black heavy balls of his again that produced the infinite supply of sperm he seemed determined to keep sharing with her.

It pained her to keep betraying Josh like this, but she had no choice. Reggie needed to believe she loved him, that she was his girlfriend. It was the only way to avoid prison. Her hand slid from Reggie's chest, down his rippling abs. Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. Perhaps she could just masturbate him this time and avoid more intercourse, she thought.

Did her gentle tugs on his penis increasingly convey desire? It seemed like the longer she played with his big black cock, the more she enjoyed touching it. "My balls ache. Play with them too while you doing that," Reggie instructed her.

She sighed and moved down to his muscular stomach, her bare breasts pressing against him, her other hand softly caressing his heavy balls. He said they ached and wanted her to sooth them for him. She remembered how profusely his gigantic black penis had ejaculated last night when he pulled out of her — far more than she thought possible or had ever witnessed from Josh. It was disgusting, yet paradoxically arousing the way it spurted semen all over her body. But was her memory correct?

Reggie noted a change in her technique, definite improvement. "Oh, baby, that feel good."

She noticed herself getting wet again, like last night, only this time she had not been drinking. Touching him triggered something in her she didn't understand and could not control — something she didn't want to feel from a dark, scary place deep inside her. She became angry and disgusted with herself. She was married to Josh; Reggie wasn't her boyfriend. He was a black thug. Why was her body behaving this way with him?

He sat up, grabbed her hands and removed them from his penis. "Okay, baby, let's get you on your hands and knees. I can't have all the fun."

She sat up, realizing where things were going again and that she could not keep doing this to Josh. She had to somehow stop having sex with Reggie, yet she didn't know how to do that while supposedly remaining his girl. "No, it's okay, Reggie. I don't want to have sex now; but I'll make you cum."

She tried touching his penis again, but he pushed her hands away from it.

"What you mean you don't want sex? I love you and wanna make you cum. I wanna be inside you."

She looked down in shame to avoid his eyes. "I know, Reggie, but I can't."

He put his fingers beneath her chin and gently raised her gorgeous Caucasian face to look at him:

"Why you keep saying that? I thought we straightened this out last night. I thought we love each other. Why you keep getting this way? I'm beginning to think you really don't wanna be my girlfriend and are just using me."
"No, that's not true, Reggie. I love you. I'd do anything for you. But I'm afraid of getting pregnant." She didn't know what else to say.

Perhaps she was fearful of getting pregnant, but Reggie also knew she was married -- to a white guy. A little fact she never mentioned. It would be nice to send her home with a black baby in her belly though, for her husband to know the sacrifice she made as a police informant. The huge black sacrifice she made to keep her husband's white ass out of jail.

"Baby, you been using that excuse with me for two nights. You can't be ovulating that long. Now get up on your hands and knees for me or we ending this now and you can go get your Molly from someone else. I can't take this no more. You keep getting me all hard and then don't wanna let me fuck you. It ain't right, especially since you supposedly my girlfriend and we both know how much you love big black cock."

He kept getting hard on his own, Alyssa thought. She would never be his girlfriend and she hated big black cock.

Reggie saw sorrow and disgust in Alyssa's face as she slowly assumed position on her hands and knees for him, betraying her husband once again to maintain her charade. It was her act. She picked the part and now she needed to play it, Reggie thought.

His hands landed on her hips and guided her ass upward. "Okay baby, raise your ass up more. Yeah, that's nice like that." He took a moment to appreciate her gorgeous figure in this incredibly sexy position he made her assume.

In disgrace Alyssa stuck her ass out provocatively for him to mount her, like she was posing for a pornographic picture. She felt familiar pressure and winced, her vaginal labia stretching around the head of his penis. Her hands dug into the mattress and formed tight fists as she felt him enter further into her quivering flesh. "Oh, oh, ah, ooh, no..."

"Why you saying 'no' when you soaked, baby? Oh, yeah, I'm almost all the way in."

Why did the disgusting pig say that? Just because she was wet didn't mean she wanted him inside her. She couldn't help the way her body reacted.

His hands firmly held her hips and slowly drew her closer to him. He entered her warm, wet slit fully and paused, giving her anatomy time to adjust. "See how good that big black cock feel?"

"Oh, God," Alyssa moaned with him fully inside her, his thick cock stretching her open, penetrating so deeply.

Reggie looked down at her cute pink asshole. He admired how wet and shiny his cock became as it drove in and out of her pussy. "Yeah, white girls love getting big black cock. Tell me how much ya like it and how much you love me, baby."

Her cries of sorrow, perhaps containing smidgeons of pleasure buried beneath them, rang in Reggie's ears like lovely music.

"I love you and your big black cock, Reggie."

She may have been faithfully married to some white guy, but now she was going to fuck a big black nigger cock an awful lot over the next month to avoid prison, whether she liked it or not, Reggie thought. "Common, keep telling me how much you love to fuck big black cock, baby."

The words seemed to sting her tongue, but she said them. "Oh, I love you, Reggie, and I love fucking your big black cock."

He watched how her pink labia, glistening with moisture, followed the motion of his dark shaft like a tightly fitting sleeve almost pulled inside out when removed from an arm. "That's a good girl. I love you too and I love your tight little pussy, baby. Now keep telling me how good it feels."

She began fucking him back, reluctantly forgetting how much she despised doing this immoral act with him as her orgasm approached. She had not wanted to cum for him, but she did anyway. "Oh, oh, oh, no —don't. It's so big. Oh, god, oh, god, oh god. Stop it. No — you're making me cum."

But he didn't stop. He kept going, and kept making her body respond in ways she didn't want, but could not control.

*************

They had finished dinning at a very expensive restaurant. As they strolled down the crowded street, Reggie put his arm around her shoulder.

Alyssa tensed. Yes, they had sex with each other multiple times already. She had tried to forget about that. His touch made her remember and she was ashamed by it. She wanted to tell him to take his hand off her. She had a husband and he was not black or a violent drug dealer. But because of her husband, she was in a desperate situation that required her to be this black man's girlfriend. She could not fight it.

Reggie's arm stubbornly remained around her.

The bright lights and roaring traffic of the city concealed the darkness of evening and seemed to prolong daytime. He stopped in front of a store, the glass window filled with resplendent jewels. "Let's check this place out, baby."

To Alyssa's relief, his arm finally came off her shoulders.

It was Tiffany & Company, a very expensive jewelry store. Huge diamond rings on each of Reggie's hands and a thick gold chain around his neck already advertised his tremendous success and wealth. What else could he possible wish to wear? Alyssa wondered as they entered the store.

He brought her over to the engagement rings. "You see anything you like, baby?"

The sparkles called her eyes — big beautiful diamonds, and so many of them. "Oh, look at this one. It's so pretty. I've never seen a diamond that big before."

From behind the display case, a distinguished looking gentleman, wearing a blue pinstriped suit, quietly made his way to them. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh, no thank you. We're just looking," Alyssa replied.

Reggie placed his finger on the glass over the ring Alyssa had been eyeing. It was a three-diamond platinum engagement ring — a four carats oval cut diamond in the center with one carat pear cut diamonds on each side of it. "Don't pay no attention to her. Can we see this ring?"

The man's aged hand touched on each of the rings on display until landing on the one Alyssa had shown Reggie.

"That's it," Reggie said like a kid snagging that special one of many fish in a pet store aquarium. The elderly jeweler pulled the ring from the black velvet ring holder and brought it out for them. He handed it to Alyssa.

Her eyes widened as she studied it under the light. "Wow, look at it. I've never seen such huge diamonds. They're so big and pretty."

"Try it on," Reggie encouraged, slipping it on her wedding finger.

Pale outlines from the modest wedding band and engagement ring she had recently shed were momentarily visible -- uncomfortable reminders for Alyssa of her unmentioned marriage quickly obscured by this bigger piece of jewelry. She wondered if Reggie noticed.

Reggie had noticed the telltale sign of a long worn wedding ring recently removed from her finger, but kept silent. Someone else had previously caught his pretty whitefish, but carelessly allowed the line to break, he thought. She was now swimming in his pond, and he intended to keep her here.

By strange coincidence, the ring Reggie put on her finger fit perfectly, like it was made for her.

"That's weird — it fits."

"I guess it's meant for you, baby."

"What do you mean?" she nervously asked.

"I mean I'm buying it for you. You my girl, right?"

"Well, I guess, I mean yeah, but it's an engagement ring. I can't commit to that yet. I only met you three nights ago."

"What you mean you can't commit? You my girl, right? All I know is that you the most beautiful thing I ever seen. You way more dazzling than that ring on your finger. You mine now and you gonna wear that ring."

Why had she carelessly let her initial comments about the ring slip from her mouth? She was not 'his girl' and never would be, she thought.

Reggie turned to the jeweler, who stood silently watching with his hands cupped over one another in front of him like an undertaker at a funeral. "We gonna take the ring."

The jeweler's lips rose into a smile that quickly washed away his old undertaker look, the wrinkles on his face multiplied by his happy grin. "A fine choice, sir. Those are excellent stones, nearly flawless. I'll provide you with the certifications."

Alyssa's mouth hung open with an urgent speechlessness as Reggie temporarily removed the ring from her finger and handed it back to the jeweler to purchase. She needed to say something to stop him from buying her that ring. She was already married to Josh.

The jeweler read the price on the tiny tag attached to the piece. "It's on sale for $130,000 this week. It's regularly $200,000."

One-hundred-and-thirty-thousand dollars was more than Josh made in three years as a teacher!

Reggie whipped out his billfold from his sports jacket. "Sounds like a good deal to me. What you think, Alyssa?"

"Huh?" Alyssa asked taking her eyes away from the cursed ring as if suddenly returning from a daydream.

"You think it's a good deal?"

She shouldn't have tried it on, she now realized. "I don't know. I mean I think we should wait. That's too much money."

He had reeled her in, speared her. Now he wanted to mount his pretty whitefish (although in one sense he had already done that, he thought), make her his trophy for all to admire. "I'll spend my money the way I want. You beautiful and you gonna have nice things. You like it, it fits you, and it's on sale. I'm getting it for you."

Alyssa wanted to argue with him. A generous gift like this carried an obligation to show her appreciation, which she did not want to do. Yet she had to maintain the pretense of being his girlfriend.

She held her hand in the air and looked up in awe at the new ring on her finger. Perhaps she deserved this ring as compensation. But she would never be his girlfriend. She was determined not to allow his generosity to blind her like the sparkles from the brilliant diamonds. She had to play things cool. "It's beautiful, Reggie. Thank you".

He enfolded her, his hands landing on her jeans, beneath them her prize-winning buttocks, right in front of everyone. "I love you, baby. You gonna show me how much you love me when we get home?"

How could he ask her that here where everyone could hear him? She couldn't do that with him again. Couldn't the jeweler standing near them see how uncomfortable she was? How she wanted to get away from Reggie? No, the old undertaker was only concerned with his sale.

"I guess," Alyssa finally replied apathetically, her pussy defiantly getting wet in contradictory preparation for what she indeed dreaded.

They arrived at his penthouse later that night. Time to exercise her acting skills, show her thanks and prove her love to Reggie by letting him take her. "Come on, baby. Don't be shy. Get your clothes off for me."

She slowly and unenthusiastically removed her shirt, her bra, and then her progress of undressing for him stalled.

He impatiently began unbuttoning her jeans as she stood paralyzed in front of him. She was living a lie. She wanted to slap his greedy hands away from her, tell him, 'no', but her hands and tongue remained prisoners to this lie and seemed shackled by it. He had already taken her several times this morning, many times the two evenings before. Wasn't that already enough? "Please, Reggie, not tonight. I don't feel like it again."

He knew why she didn't 'feel like it', and it had nothing to do with physical desire. "Oh you gonna feel like it real soon, baby. Once I get this big nigger cock inside your tight little pussy."

"No, please, Reggie, I don't want that again," she pleaded as he pulled her pants down.

His arms embraced her. His hand slid inside her panties and found her dampness. His finger began harrying her magical spot. "Yeah, I gonna make it feel real good for ya, baby."

No, she couldn't let him do that to her again. But already something was changing inside her as his ring sparkled on her finger. He was like the triumphant invader colonizing conquered territory, replacing her husband, increasingly intimate and familiar with her in Josh's absence.

But he could not make her love him. Or could he? It was wrong, yet perhaps Reggie somehow achieved the unthinkable. Did he put a crack in her armor? Did he reach her heart through a fissure and plant something? He bought her an unbelievable engagement ring that dwarfed everything her husband had ever given to her. Whatever this black man wanted seemed to become his. Was she also becoming his?

After getting her good and wet, he yanked her panties down and shoved her backwards into his bed.

She fell nude into the soft silk sheets. He grabbed her hand and made her wrap it around his shaft. She dumbly jerked on it for a few moments.

"Put it in your pussy for me."

He seemed to drain all her free will, her new diamond engagement ring sparkling as she held his hefty cock and guided it into her wet pussy. Was she in a trance? How could she do this with him again? Each time he took her, she offered less resistance. She felt him opening her up. "Oh, Reggie, oh, oh, ah."

"Oh yeah, baby. You like big black cock?"

His cock went so deeply into her, stretched her open to capacity. There was so much of him inside her, overwhelming her with those unwanted signals of pleasure and unity. She didn't want him, yet they were blending with each other again anyway.

"Oh, please," Alyssa replied, peering into his black eyes -- into two dark, empty tunnels that went on forever -- as his penis filled her. "It's so big and hard. Oh, it... I don't know."

She unintentionally hugged him. Oh, oh, oh, Reggie. I can't."

Reggie appreciated the significance of saying just the right things, of showing his tender concern, of exercising perfect timing. All necessary elements to win over a girl like Alyssa. 'Love' was the four-letter word that worked magic with women. "I love you, baby. You want me to pull out this time?"

She knew her behavior was wrong, but conflicting thoughts swirled around in her brain. An unfamiliar voice kept telling her to forget about Josh, not to worry about the possible ramifications of physical intimacy with this black man right now. After all, Reggie loved her. He had been so nice to her, bought her the diamond engagement ring that looked so beautiful on her finger -- and his huge cock felt far superior to Josh's. It was too difficult to deny any longer. "I don't know."

Her change in attitude and uncertain response surprised him. The undertone of dislike for him she had always struggled to conceal had vanished. She had always wanted him to pull out, even when they both knew he might 'accidentally' cum in her anyway. Was she finally beginning to accept him? "Baby?"

"Uh-huh," Alyssa moaned, her embrace tightening and her wet pussy throbbing around his cock.

"You know I gonna always take care of you no matter what."

She briefly latched on to one more of those conflicting thoughts whirling around in her mind like water on its way down the drain: Yes, he was going to take care of her by going to jail. But he had said the right words to her, and she could not hold on to the bitterness long. It was sucked out of her grasp, consumed by uncontrollable passion. "Oh god, Reggie, you're making me cum again."

************

An overcast afternoon filled the living room with a depressing shade of grey. Alyssa's heart pounded in her chest. Thirty seconds remained in her workout on Reggie's elliptical and her legs ran even harder. With her hair held back in a ponytail that bobbed from side to side, air rushed in and out of her lungs, her cheeks glowed red with blood flowing through them, and droplets of sweat dripped from her face.

The elliptical machine entered cool down mode, the resistance on it diminished until the welcomed end of Alyssa's long, hard workout arrived.

It had been a good workout for Alyssa and when she finally got off the elliptical, every muscle in her body expressed gratitude and relief that today's exercise was over. She grabbed Reggie's towel, hanging over one of the handles on his weight machine, and wiped the sweat from her face.

Alyssa's cute round ass looked incredibly appetizing in the black Lycra exercise pants she wore. Her matching sports bra made her perky tits equally appealing. She heard Reggie and turned toward him. "Oh, hi. When did you get back?"

"Just walked in. See you keeping that perfect little body in great shape for me."

Alyssa managed a slight smile as she caught her breath from her workout, rivulets of sweat still running down her firm stomach as she finished toweling her neck dry. "Yeah, just for you, Reggie," she replied pertly.

Reggie had diligently worked on her during the weeks they had spent together, playing his role of an unsuspecting drug dealer far better than she played hers as an informant. He exploited his competitive advantage of secretly knowing her predicament and pressured Alyssa into having repeated sex with him.

She remained ignorant the entire time, and as days passed, her resistance waned. He had worn her down like a mighty river that cuts its bed even through the Earth's hardest surface. She required less and less convincing and had learned, albeit reluctantly at first, to acquiesce to her black boyfriend's frequent need for affection.

He came up to her and hugged her.

"I'm all sweaty, Reggie."

"But I'm getting hard, baby."

After playing the role of his girlfriend for an entire month, her act had become easier, almost natural. She knew what was expected of her and began softly caressing his cock through the fine wool fabric of his slacks. "So you are." Her blue eyes looked seductively into his as she continued rubbing his hardening penis through his trousers. "Do you want to take a shower with me?"

"Baby, you know I love making love to you, but I have to go meet someone now about the Molly we getting for you tomorrow."

Alyssa had almost forgotten about Detective Sanchez and the Molly.

With a sudden jolt of reality, she pulled her hand away from his penis, confusion evident in her face. It had been a month since she had any contact with Josh or Detective Sanchez. No one had stopped Reggie from touching her intimately and inappropriately day-after-day and giving her the same physically pleasurable feelings as making love. After weeks of pretending to be Reggie's girlfriend — and doing the intimate things with him a real girlfriend does to satisfy a new boyfriend with an insatiable appetite for sex — had Alyssa begun believing her own deception? Had she started bonding with him?

Although wrong, she had discovered life with Reggie was better than with her husband. Reggie gave her more of everything. Even his diamond engagement ring replaced and greatly exceeded Josh's modest engagement ring on her finger, and paralleled what Reggie had accomplished in the bedroom with an insanely larger penis.

Forced to stay with him for over a month, this big, strong black man did more than give her countless orgasms. He had opened her up so many times and in that process captured some of her affection. "I don't want the Molly anymore, Reggie. I've changed my mind. Please don't go tomorrow. Something bad might happen. Let's do something else together instead."

Reggie smiled. Perhaps he was beginning to love her, he thought. But she held no clue of what he had been doing to her all this time — how the only person she deceived was herself by playing into his hands and letting him seduce her. He had stolen this faithful young wife from her husband. She was a beautiful white woman rightfully converted to superior black cock. Alyssa was now his. "You sure about this, baby?"

Alyssa recalled the consequences if the plan failed. Detective Sanchez had promised to send her and Josh to prison for a very long time. Alyssa still loved Josh, but now she felt something for Reggie too. How could she do this to either of them?

Alyssa turned away. She wasn't sure about anything anymore. "I don't know, Reggie. I guess I still want to get the Molly. But I don't know what to do. I'm afraid of those other drug dealers and what might happen to you if something goes wrong and you get caught."
She faced him again, her eyes watery. "I don't want to go with you if you decide to get it, alright?"

Reggie saw that she was torn between him and her husband. He knew she feared going to prison. He wished he could console her, but he knew better than to ever confide what he knew. That was not how he would win this game with her.

No matter how this played out, unfortunately, things were going to be difficult. Everyone loses someone they love, but the wounds eventually heal. He held her in his arms. "Don't say anything else, baby. I promise everything gonna be alright. I gotta go out for a little while. But I'll be back a little later, okay?"

"Oh, Reggie, hold me. You don't understand..."

He interrupted her. "Shush, I told you not to say anything else. I'm Reggie Johnson, and nothing bad ever happens to me or to people I love. Don't you worry none, baby, because I love you, and I be back later to make love to you."

She wanted to believe him even though her gut told her something was about to go terribly wrong.

*******

Around the same time Reggie held Alyssa in his arms, Detective Sanchez stood in Lieutenant Barnes' office, arguing to keep her investigation alive.

"Look, all I know is Chief Reynolds wants this investigation ended," Lieutenant Barnes told Sanchez, light from the ceiling fixture reflecting off the top of his shiny, almost completely bald head. He sat behind his desk with a stack of papers in front of him.

Sanchez spent countless hours in pursuit of Reggie Johnson and his associates. This was her big opportunity; but for some odd reason, her superiors suddenly wanted to shut everything down just as she came within striking distance. "But the deal is going down tomorrow night, Lieutenant. This is our chance to clean up this city and put Johnson, Greeman, and all their dirt-bag gang members away."

"Luther Greeman hates Reggie Johnson. They're rivals. Why would he start supplying him with product when he's got a good relationship with Daryl Mason's gang? The case is closed, detective. That'll be all."

Sanchez left Lt. Barnes' office with a scowl on her face. She was too close to let these dirt-bag drug dealers slither away from her now. Johnson must have reached an agreement to work with Greeman, Sanchez figured. Why else would her informant tell her they were meeting tomorrow night?

Sanchez almost forgot about her pretty little informant who provided her with this information. It had been a month since she contacted Alyssa, but word on the street was that Johnson had been holed up in his penthouse poking the brains out of his new girlfriend, some young white girl — a cute little blonde who fit Alyssa's description perfectly.

Alyssa proved perfect bait to keep Johnson distracted and off his game. Like all men, Johnson thought too much with his penis, Sanchez mused. The bigger the prick, the more it clouded judgement, and it was rumored that Reggie Johnson had an enormous cock.

Detective Sanchez decided she would stake out the warehouse the following night by herself to get proof of Greeman's and Johnson's illegal dealings.

Detective Noyse saw his old partner angrily slam her locker closed. "What's up Sanchez? You look pissed about something?"

"Chief Reynolds just shut down my investigation of Reggie Johnson! Can you believe it?"

Noyse shook his head without comment.

"There's something going down tomorrow night at the old Furman Warehouse. My informant tells me Johnson is getting a supply of Ecstasy from Luther Greeman. I'm going there anyway to stake it out. You want in?"

Noyse was surprised Reggie Johnson had been so careless. He had warned Reggie about Alyssa. "You're crazy. Let it go. Without any backup, they'll kill you if they find out you're there."

Sanchez squinted her fury-filled eyes and pursed her lips. "Fine, I'll do it by myself. Just don't tell anyone else around here about it, okay?"

Noyse shook his head again before walking away. "Suit yourself, but you're going to get yourself killed."

*********

As evening neared two cars sat alone in the parking lot of the abandoned shipyard, the sky overcast and a few lights from the city skyline across the river visible through the blurry haze of an approaching storm.

It started raining just before Detective Noyse hopped into Reggie's limo. He brushed the droplets of water from his sleeve after he shut the door.

"Whatcha got for me?" Reggie asked.

"Sanchez knows about your transaction tomorrow night with Greeman. The chief stopped the investigation, but Sanchez is planning a stakeout on her own. It's against regs, but she wants to be a hotshot. I warned you about that girl you're fucking. She's an informant and she's married. You better call your meeting off or Sanchez will put you and Greeman in prison for a long time."

Reggie expected Alyssa to give Sanchez that information, but he thought Chief Reynolds had better control of his officers. "I don't know what you're talking about, Noyse. I'm not meeting Luther tomorrow night. You sure you got your facts straight?"

Noyse looked at Reggie incredulously. "I don't know what your angle is, Reggie. I'm just warning you that Sanchez is staking the place out. I'm on your payroll, remember? You want to deny everything, that's fine. But I think it's time you quit thinking with your prick. That girl you're shacked up with may be beautiful, but she's an informant and she ratted on you, which serves you right for fucking a married woman in the first place. If you go through with your meeting tomorrow night, your little drug empire will crumble."

Reggie rolled his eyes up at the detective. "Okay, whatever man." He handed him the usual thick envelope. "Here, go get yourself laid. You'll feel better."

Noyse departed Reggie's limo, the rain pouring down harder than before now sounded like the roar of applause as it landed in the murky river. Reggie thought about his plan a moment as Detective Noyse's car pulled away. Things could work out even better this way.

On the way back to his high-rise, Reggie's limo stopped at a convenience store where he purchased another prepaid cell phone. He went through a lot of these cheap, disposable phones so legal authorities could not track his business dealings.

Reggie's chauffeur met him outside the convenience store and held an umbrella over Reggie's head, shielding him from an onslaught of rain. With this stormy weather, Reggie looked forward to spending yet another night in his warm bed fucking his Snow Bunny, Alyssa.

His chauffeur closed the door as Reggie settled into the cool leather seat of the limousine. Reggie chuckled proudly to himself at how he had gotten a happily married white woman -- his pretty whitefish -- hooked on big black dick. Alyssa preferred black cock now, and she had apparently fallen in love with Reggie, a black man, while she was still married to some white dude. If Reggie was mistaken, then Alyssa's acting abilities had improved phenomenally and she deserved an Academy Award, he thought.

He had planted something inside her, he confidently thought. Something just as potent and addictive as any drug. Something that even the most faithfully married white women like Alyssa wanted more of once they tried it a few times. Too bad Detective Sanchez was such a cunt, otherwise he would thank her for sending Alyssa to him. Alyssa turned out to be the nicest gift anyone had ever given to him.

******

The following evening Reggie left Alyssa alone in his penthouse. They didn't discuss where he was going, although she assumed he went to meet that Luther fellow for the supply of Molly. She gazed out the window of his condominium, through a blurry veil of rain, at a grey city, the remnants of day fading into darkness and tiny streams of water running down the other side of the tall panes of glass in front of her like tears down a sad face.

Reggie was somewhere out there. Alyssa wanted to believe everything would be okay like he had predicted it would be, but she knew better. Part of her was happy that all of this would be over soon, and she would be free to return to Josh. After all, she was married to him. But part of her was mourning Reggie. The unfaithful things she did with him — the unexplainable way his huge black penis felt inside her, how he tasted, his touch — she could never experience any of these incredible things again. They would need to remain secrets brought with her to the grave.

Alyssa fixated on her phone's dark screen in her hand. She flirted again with unblocking it. The temptation that had once dogged her severely at the beginning of all this, had diminished over the month as Reggie cozened physical intimacy from her, which ultimately evolved into emotional affection.

Not quite yet, she told herself. It would be like opening an electronic Pandora's Box. Yet with each day that had passed, as she grew closer to Reggie, her guilt accumulated, making the eventual act of reestablishing contact with Josh increasingly difficult. An unexplainable avalanche of text messages and voicemails from him likely waited for her. Reggie accidentally reading one of them would be disastrous, she thought.

She had spent so much time with Reggie, much of it having inappropriate sex, Alyssa guiltily realized. Unblocking her phone had not seemed like a smart thing to do; and besides, Detective Sanchez had warned her not to have any contact with anyone she knew.

But isolation from everyone in her life except Reggie had the unintended consequence of intensifying Alyssa's attachment to him.

Alyssa now waited for confirmation from Detective Sanchez that Reggie was under arrest, and she expected that text or call to come any moment.

*******

Rumbles of thunder intermittently drowned out the patter of rain against the metal warehouse. Sanchez ducked behind some crates, and a couple of big grey rats with red, beady eyes scurried across the top of them. She took pictures with her iPhone of Luther Greeman, a portly black man with greying hair he kept combed back, waiting with his men. Daryl Mason arrived a few minutes later with a few of his gang members. But where was Reggie Johnson? She took pictures as the two gang leaders spoke.

"You hear from Johnson?" Luther asked.

Reggie Johnson had been their competitor for years; but recently a tenuous truce dividing the rivaling gangs along negotiated borders allowed them to operate somewhat peacefully within the confines of their own territory. "Nope, fuck that nigger. I don't like him anyway. Let's get this done without him," Daryl nervously replied as if on amphetamines. He was a skinny black man, perhaps in his later 20s, with medium length dreadlocks hanging to his shoulders.

While Sanchez captured the dealers exchanging drugs and money on her phone's camera, Reggie directed his limo driver by the old warehouse. A bolt of lightning formed silver veining in the night sky. In the brief flash Reggie spotted Luther Greeman's and Daryl Mason's cars parked outside in the pouring rain. "Okay, keep going," Reggie told his driver. "I just wanted to check on something."

As they pulled away, Reggie used the prepaid cell phone he had purchased yesterday evening to send a text message to Luther Greeman.

Luther Greeman's phone signaled the receipt of a text message, a number he didn't recognize lit up on its screen. He was tempted to ignore it, but something, perhaps some premonition, urged him to read it anyway.

"Somebody ratted on us. Not coming. Narc in warehouse."

Luther looked up from his phone. "Holy shit, I think this is from Johnson. Says, 'somebody ratted on us'. There's a fucking narc here somewhere."

"Shit, cover those fuckin' doors," Daryl yelled.

Sanchez panicked. She had to get out of the warehouse before these thugs found her. She started running for the door.

Daryl signaled to his homeboys, "There —get 'er." He pointed to Detective Sanchez slaloming between crates, trying to elude them — attempting to reach the exit before they closed it off.

Somebody fired their gun. A deafening bang followed by a ringing in the ears like a tea pot's angry scream when kept on a burner too long. Part of Detective Sanchez' heart exploded from her chest with the exit of a .44 magnum hollow point bullet. As her fresh corpse hit the ground, her phone flew from her hand and slid beneath a pallet without anyone seeing it.

"Holy fuckin' shit," Luther exclaimed. The gangsters all gathered around the body lying in a pool of its own blood. They all became as silent and still as the corpse now lying in front of them, heard that same stubborn ringing in their ears retreating, and the downpour of rain outside growing louder.

************

After almost two hours of waiting, the screen on Alyssa's phone remained dark and its ringer silent. The time of the supposed drug deal passed without a word from Detective Sanchez — no call, no text. Then the doorknob to Reggie's penthouse rattled. The cavalry was here to get her. Alyssa anticipated Detective Sanchez on the other side of the door, here in person to inform her this was all over, to thank Alyssa for her valuable service, and to take her home to Josh.

Alyssa was poleaxed when Reggie entered instead, no handcuffs around his wrists and no Detective Sanchez accompanied by a covey of uniformed police officers.

"Hi, what happened? Everything okay?" The stunned look on Alyssa's face said everything. Their time together was supposed to be finished; their illicit affair over. She wondered what happened to Detective Sanchez. But she had little time to ponder Detective Sanchez' fate. The tell-tale bulge that looked like a poorly concealed roll of cookie dough appeared in Reggie's pants.

"Yea, everything's fine, baby. No Molly though. Didn't go to the meeting. I thought about everything you said the other night and decided maybe it wasn't a good idea."

What had she done? All this for nothing, her marriage likely ruined by an interracial affair. How could she stupidly have feelings for a black drug dealer and suggest he not go through with the drug deal that would free her and Josh? She was a married woman and now she and Josh would surely go to prison.

Reggie could almost read her thoughts on her disquieted face. He took her in his arms and tried calming her without spilling what he knew about her situation. "Why you look so upset? I thought you didn't want me to get the Molly for you because you was scared. Everything's gonna be okay, baby. I promise. I'll get you some more Molly soon. There's another big shipment coming next week."

She began crying. "That's not it, Reggie. You don't understand. I'm not good for you. I'm not good for anyone." She wanted to explain everything to him, but couldn't. She didn't want to do this to him anymore, but it was either him or them. Perhaps things could still be salvaged with Detective Sanchez. Reggie said he could get more Molly soon. Surely Detective Sanchez would wait a little longer, Alyssa hoped.

He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants that demanded her attention. A good fuck was going to take her mind off all her worries tonight, Reggie thought.

After spending an entire month with Reggie, Alyssa knew exactly what to do for him and immediately did it.

In his king size bed, stripped down to only her bikini briefs, Alyssa sucked on his big black cock again, rain pouring outside their bedroom window. Weeks had slipped by, like water through her hands, without contact from Josh, Detective Sanchez, or anyone else she knew. She had spent weeks pretending to be Reggie's girlfriend, fucking him passionately -- sometimes multiple times daily -- without even barrier protection. They performed oral sex on each other. This pretense of love had dinned an odd affection for him into her. And the longer they shared intimacy, the less she seemed to long for Josh.

Still no call or text from Detective Sanchez.

"Mmm, oh, mmm, uh-huh," Alyssa moaned sucking his big black cock, trying to make him cum. She ran her tongue up his shaft as if licking an ice-cream cone. She twirled her tongue over his smooth sensitive glans and around its ridge to maximize his pleasure. Over the weeks, she had learned what he liked, the parts of his penis most sensitive, and how his preferences differed from Josh's. "Oh, Reggie, mmm, your cock is so big."

"Oh, yeah, that feel real nice, girl"

She sucked on it again, his pre-cum filling her mouth with his unique taste, again a flavor different from Josh, more familiar and one she had learned to prefer over her husband's. She had performed oral sex on her husband only a few times, but could not remember him tasting this way.

"You like 'em big and black now, huh, baby?"

That wasn't true. This was all just an act, she briefly reminded herself, her pussy soaked as she savored his unique flavor. "Mmm, oh, it's getting so hard." But she finished answering his question about liking them big and black by pulling off her panties for him.

If this was an act, she had become way too good at playing it, she realized. And if it was a game he was playing with her, he had already won.

He turned off the lights.

Did she love him or did she just love having sex with him? There was such a fine line separating the two and when they fucked, she seemed to cross over it. She never wanted something like this to happen. How did a black man, a drug dealer and a thug, do this to her — make her enjoy sex with him, toy with her emotions? Her arms wrapped around Reggie's neck and she passionately kissed him as he entered her.

His gigantic black cock entirely filled her with his presence. "Ah, ah, ah," she chirruped. "Ooh, Reggie, you're so deep inside me." She stared into darkness, her eyes adjusting to it and searching for his. The lambent light from the city filtered through their bedroom window as he fucked her. Something about him made her feel safe and secure, like everything would work out fine. It always did with him. "Oh, oh, oh my god. You feel so good inside me. I'm cumming." Her fingers dug into the hard muscles in his back.

"Oh, baby you so wet and your pussy feel so silky. I'm going to cum too."

She was never good at monitoring her cycle. "You should take it out this time. I might be ovulating," she said, hoping he would not hear her, or at least ignore her. They should have been using condoms, but Reggie had always refused to wear them. Now the combination of familiarity and drive to reproduce made her forget that the last thing she needed was an unwanted pregnancy, an illegitimate black baby. She felt just the very start of his ejaculation inside her, and then her body experienced drastic disappointment with the unexpected departure of his penis, her pelvis unconsciously rising to stay with him, to keep him inside her just a little longer, despite the possible consequences.

His cock left the party, but unfortunately just a bit too late.

After the head of his cock escaped the tight grasp of her vaginal labia, a mixture of their silky secretions formed a fine thread between their genitals that briefly glistened in a sudden flash of lighting, like a single strand of spider web covered with a morning dew. His huge black cock continued its fusillade of warm cum outside of her as she reached down. She softly held his firm shaft, and felt the familiar volleys land on her belly and breasts, his penis pulsating like a beating heart in her palm.

He placed his hand around hers as she gently tugged on him, and guided her to rub the head of his penis on her swollen clitoris, her pussy undulating as she came again, this time with him. "That's it, baby. Don't that feel good there like that?"

She arched her back beneath him, squeezed his cock tighter in her hand. Gusts pelted rain against their bedroom window, and in darkness flashes of lighting made her appear ghostly. "Ooh, oh, oh Reggie. Oh, god. Ooooh."
They slowly ceased massaging her clitoris with the glans of his penis as she relaxed, her hand ultimately relinquishing its grasp. "I love you, baby," he told her.

"Oh, I love you too, Reggie. Their lips met; their tongues explored each other's mouths. Her arms slid around his back and she hugged him, the rumbling thunder becoming more distant but the rain still falling outside.

*****************

Several days later Alyssa woke in Reggie's arms as in previous mornings. Brilliant sunlight seeping between cracks in the blinds suggested she had slept late after spending much of the night making love with him again, taking his huge black cock deep inside her. Days had passed since the Molly deal fell through, yet she had not heard a word from Detective Sanchez.

Alyssa slid away from Reggie and out of their bed. She had always worn pajamas to sleep, but that was in the past, with Josh, and she acquired the habit of sleeping nude with Reggie. She stood staring at Reggie's beautiful black body a moment, her hand running down her flat tummy and feeling the crusty residue of his dried semen on her smooth skin. It seemed like she had more sex with Reggie in the past month than she did with Josh their entire time together. Reggie had fucked her five or six times last night alone.

Last night they had fucked a long time before going to sleep. And in the middle of the night, he woke her with his penis hard again and needing more relief. "It hurting real bad, baby. You know I can't sleep unless you help me get rid of it. Get on top this time and put my cock in your pussy."

It seemed like a recurring dream. "Okay, Reggie," she had said, somnolently climbing on top of him, guiding his big black penis into her wet vagina. "Ooh, does that feel better?" she asked, her pussy pumping up and down, trying to make him ejaculate to relieve another one of his painful hard-ons.

His hands tightly gripped her firm buttocks, spreading them apart. "Yeah, baby. It starting to feel better. Keep moving your pussy like that and tell me how much you like fucking my big black cock."

"Oh, Reggie, I love fucking your big black cock," she cried, the incredible energy flowing between them fully waking her. "It fills me up and feels so good inside me."

She fucked him faster and took his penis deeper inside her.

"Oh, baby, don't stop. I'm gonna cum real soon," he bellowed.

She thought her fertile period had probably ended, although she had made him pull out earlier that evening just in case. She was still uncertain of her ovulation cycle, but decided not to worry about it this time. She didn't know that he had already impregnated her several nights ago when his penis left the party just a little too late.

"Ooh, Reggie, cum for me. Ooh, ooh, uh-huh, that's it. Oh, yes, uh-huh. I want your black cock to cum in my pussy." She pressed her cheek into his shoulder while her hands wandered over the big hard muscles in his chest. She felt the familiar tension in his body build. He held her tightly to him as her pussy continued the long, wet journey up and down his thick black cock.

But Reggie held back until she came a few times for him, her calls for him to cum growing higher and more desperate while her pussy throbbed uncontrollably on his penis. "Oh, Reggie, cum for me, please!"

"I'm gonna cum real soon, baby," he kept reassuring her, allowing her orgasms to become stronger, stoking the flame in her loins and feeding it more fuel, making it burn hotter and brighter for him.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh god, oh god, oh god, ooh, Reggie. Oh, I'm cumming. Cum for me Reggie!"

"Ah, baby, oh yeah. I'm cumming too." His huge penis and her tight wet pussy formed a throbbing duet that pulsated together in perfect harmony, his cock copiously filling her with more of his fecund seed. Fortunately, her fertile period had likely passed a few days earlier, she thought. She was far too aroused to interrupt the magical exchange, the music occurring between them, their bodies synchronized in total pleasure.

"Ooh, that's it, Reggie, uh-huh." Her fingers softly ran through the short nappy hair on top his head. "Is the pain all gone? Does it feel better now, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh, baby. Thank you."

"Okay, go back to sleep, honey" she whispered. She kissed him on the lips, her palm softly exploring his burly chest and his tiny erect nipple that felt like a pebble. She lowered her cheek on his shoulder, his penis so large that even flaccid, it remained in her pussy a while.

They had fallen back to sleep that way, in each other's arms, his penis inside her, she now realized.

Alyssa yawned after musing about the wonderful sex they had the previous night, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. Reggie, Josh, and Detective Sanchez were all on her mind this morning. She wondered what would happen to Reggie once Detective Sanchez arrested him. How long would he go to prison? Could she secretly visit him there, perhaps, while Josh was at work? Reggie would probably hate her and not want to see her ever again, she sadly thought.

Alyssa wondered if she could ever love Josh the same way she did before all this happened. She still cared for Josh, but was he even capable of satisfying her sexually anymore — the way Reggie could? The thought of all she had done with Reggie filled her with guilt. She had fucked a black drug dealer, a thug, and had a salacious interracial affair with him. But she did it to keep Josh and herself out of jail, she convinced herself. And there was more to love than just sex and money and laughter and all the other things she found so fascinating and alluring about Reggie.

But sex seemed to be an important part of love and the part of it that Reggie gave to her in such wonderful abundance. Josh lacked Reggie's stamina and could never match Reggie's capabilities due to his smaller penis, which Alyssa never appreciated until Reggie had been inside her.

Anything she wanted, Reggie provided to her without slightest hesitation. She admired Reggie's engagement ring on her finger. Its obnoxiously huge diamonds sparkled wildly in the morning sunlight, seemingly in agreement with her thoughts.

But what happened to Detective Sanchez, the orchestrator of Alyssa's difficult situation, and when would Alyssa hear from her again? It seemed like the longer Alyssa stayed with Reggie the stronger her crush on him became. It had been several days since the botched drug deal. She should have heard something from Detective Sanchez by now.

It had also been days, perhaps even a week, since Alyssa read, watched, or heard the news, so she scrolled through the News App on her iPhone, the temptation to unblock numbers briefly calling to her before she put that bad idea back to bed. Suddenly she came across a worrisome headline: Phone of Missing Detective Feared Dead Found.

"Police found the cell phone of Detective Juanita Sanchez, 39, on Friday. Sanchez had not reported for duty all week after leaving from work on October 16th..."

Reggie wandered from their bedroom naked, his huge black cock hanging from him pendulously while Alyssa's back was towards him. He admired her beautiful hour-glass figure and firm shapely ass as she stood nude in the kitchen intently reading something on her phone. "Oh my God!" he heard her cry.

She dropped her phone on the hard tile floor, shattering its screen.

He ran up to her, picked up the phone and took her in his arms. "What's the matter, baby?"

She began to cry, rivers of tears gushing from her eyes down her cheeks, as if a huge dam had suddenly opened. "Something awful has happened, Reggie, and it's all my fault."

There naked bodies touched, and even though he wanted sex with her, especially now with his cock brushing against her soft white skin, he could not act on that impulse while she was in her present condition. "What is it?"

"I can't tell you."

Reggie looked at the fractured screen on her phone, a jigsaw puzzle of glass, and read the article. "Did you know this detective, Alyssa?" he asked.

She quickly nodded her head, her lips quivering.

"Alyssa, you can tell me about it. You got to believe me. We done too much together for anything to ever come between us, baby. Nothing you did will ever make me mad at you or make me stop loving you. I promise."

She could not continue lying to him anymore. It didn't matter anyway. Detective Sanchez was dead. Alyssa knew it. She buried her face in Reggie's chest as he gently held her in his big muscular arms, and she confessed everything to him between her sobs.

Reggie compassionately listened to her confess. Their game ended and she discovered she lost. There was no need to reveal how he had cheated, how he knew all the cards she had held in her hand from the very beginning. Better to let her believe she had deceived him.

Later that afternoon, Alyssa packed her few belongings in her suitcase and prepared to leave Reggie's luxurious penthouse forever. "I'm so sorry about everything Reggie. You must hate me now."

"I could never hate you, Alyssa. I know you didn't have a choice, and you came clean about it anyway. I still love you and you don't need to leave."

She removed his beautiful engagement ring from her finger. She grew to love that ring like she had grown to love Reggie, and regretted parting with it, but how could she ever explain it to Josh? She placed the ring in Reggie's palm, where it rightfully belonged, and gently closed his fingers around it. "I love you too, Reggie, but I'm married and I have to go back to Josh. I shouldn't have done this to you."

She released his balled-up hand, reached in the front pocket of her blue jeans, and withdrew her wedding band and the real engagement ring Josh had given to her several years ago. With her heavenly blue eyes guiltily staring into his, she slipped her legitimate engagement ring and her wedding band on her finger where Reggie's much larger stone had substituted for an entire month, until now.

She had become accustomed to the size and heaviness of Reggie's ring on her finger. What replaced it looked woefully inadequate and felt strangely alien to her now.

"Baby, I know you don't want this. Please don't go."

"I do want it, Reggie. I got carried away with everything and fell in love with you, but I still love Josh too, and I'm married to him. I must go back to him. I can't do this with you anymore. This entire situation is all fucked up. Josh and I will be going to prison soon anyway."

He grabbed her tightly and passionately kissed her one last time, neither of them realizing that a few days ago they had started a new life in her womb.

"Mmph, oh, Reggie, no, mmmm, I can't — mmmmmm..." At first she pushed against him, then her hands, with their delicate touch, once more surveyed the big, hard muscles in his chest and back. For a few moments, she gave in to the kiss, the magic between them reigniting.

Then she pulled away.

"Alyssa, I'll always love you. If you change your mind or ever need anything, I'm here for you."

"I know, Reggie. I'll always love you too."

*******************

The Uber driver let Alyssa out of his vehicle at the street curb in front of her house and sped away to pick up his next passenger. She walked up her driveway, her suitcase in tow. Having lived in the city with Reggie for the past month, it seemed unusual without the roaring traffic's boom this time of day.

The silence was lonely.

She noticed how the trees in her yard cast longer shadows across the lawn than when she had left here over a month ago, their formerly green leaves now a lovely cornucopia of different colors.

It was still summer the last time she saw Josh. Now it was autumn, another season had passed, a new school year had begun. The change in season was far less evident from Reggie's urban high rise. She assumed Josh was teaching again this year, but for how much longer remained in question. It was late afternoon and he would return from work soon.

She reached the front door and entered the house. Things were much as she remembered them, but it no longer felt like her home inside. It looked like Josh did very little housekeeping during her absence. The bed unmade, dishes in the kitchen sink unwashed and piled high, his dirty laundry on the floor, a layer of dust forming on their wooden furniture.

Alyssa sat in the living room, in the worn armchair they had purchased from a thrift store over a year ago, and finally got around to unblocking her phone. A thin adhesive screen protector held her phone's cracked screen together and prevented her from slicing her fingers on it. The cracks on the broken screen resembled a web spun by a spider.

If electronic devices could have seizures, her poor, injured phone was now in one, pinging and buzzing from the accumulation of texts and voicemails she had neglected while fucking Reggie like a horny teenager for over a month. Having little interest in Josh's crazed messages, or much else at present, she set her phone on the threadbare armrest until its convulsions ended.

She quietly sat and pondered their woes. She had tried to do the right thing by becoming a police informant and befriending Reggie Johnson, but accomplished little it seemed other than severely injure her marriage, perhaps mortally. Her situation with Josh was precarious at best. She still had no contact with the police and no idea about the status of their drug charges.

Her phone silenced after a final message from Josh she had missed over a week ago. While she was sorry for all that had occurred, for how she had repeatedly betrayed her sacred wedding vows to him with Reggie, she could not deal with anymore guilt. She decided it was best to move forward from here, wherever that journey would take them, and spent the next few minutes deleting all of Josh's voicemails and texts without listening to or reading one of them.

But unlike her phone that only required a swipe of the finger to delete everything, she was unable to ever erase all the intimate acts of betrayal she had committed with Reggie. They were disfiguring scars on her marriage forever.

Josh noticed the front door unlocked when he arrived home. No signs of forced entry. Could he have forgotten to lock it this morning when he left for work, or was she back? Perhaps the police came by with a warrant looking to arrest him. Again, no signs of forced entry; and if it was the police, they knew where he worked. He held no doubt they would not hesitate to escort him from the classroom, a shiny new pair of matching stainless steel bracelets on his wrists for the entire school to see. He scratched the police from his list, which left either a lapse in memory (unlikely) or Alyssa's return.

Alyssa's likely return ignited a wild assortment of conflicting emotions within Josh. He had gone through a thousand scenarios in his mind while she was away of what he would say to her and how he would act if this moment ever arrived, and now he forgot all of that.

For weeks, he had sent her text messages, left her voicemails, but received not a single reply. With each unanswered attempt to reach her his anger and frustration had grown, like a rabid fever.

Alyssa finished deleting the last of Josh's messages. When she looked up from her phone, he was standing in the front hallway silently staring at her, the rictus on his face displaying enough contempt to wither the freshest flowers. Alyssa jerked in her seat, startled by his sudden appearance.

"Oh, Josh, I didn't see you there. You scared me," she said, her hand reaching for her heart as if preparing to cite a 'Pledge of Allegiance'.

He looked disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, stained and untucked; his hair like he combed it with an egg beater; his face unshaven for weeks. "Well, Alyssa, what brings you home after all this time?"

His greeting was cool and subdued, but even from across the room she could see his blood boiling beneath his skin. He was ready to burst like an un-cracked egg in a microwave oven. She sidled up to him, as if approaching a stray, snarling dog. "I'm glad to see you, Josh. I missed you. How have you been?" She offered a consolatory smile that could melt through the hardest mettle.

"You're glad to see me? You missed me? Did you get bored fucking a criminal?"

She winced at his accusation, the sweet, innocent smile sliced off her face by his razor tongue with surgical precision. He could not possibly know about what she did with Reggie, and she was never going to reveal it to Josh either. Her eyes became watery, but she was not going to cry. "I didn't fuck anyone, Josh. Why would you say such a horrible thing to me? I'm your wife."

"I'm supposed to believe that after you disappear for five weeks, ignore all my messages and phone calls and never bother to contact me? What could have possibly prevented you from sending just a quick text even once? Didn't you get my messages?"

"I couldn't have any contact with anyone I knew, Josh. You know that. I had to block my phone."

"So not once did you have the opportunity to call or text me? You didn't have a second alone?"

She tried holding back the tears, but streams began flowing from her eyes anyway. She shook her head like a child caught in a lie. "The police said no contact, Josh. I didn't want to jeopardize the investigation and our deal with them."

"So you were with some criminal all that time and the two of you never fucked, not once?"

"He was just a friend," Alyssa replied, realizing how ridiculous it sounded, like the funny song from Biz Markie that she had laughed at and enjoyed hearing once with Reggie. 'Acquaintance' would have been a better word to use.

"So now you're making friends with criminals. Come on, Alyssa, don't play that innocent little wife shit with me. The whole friend thing is just a prerequisite for getting in a girl's panties. We both know you're gorgeous, but no guy is going to wait an entire month."

Alyssa remained silent, lifted her arm and blotted tears off her face with her sleeve. No matter what he said, she was never going to admit having an affair to him. There was no reason to. It would only hurt and anger him further and do nothing to change circumstances.

"So who was this so called 'friend' and what did you do together if not screw?"

Alyssa sniffled, but her tears had dried. "We just met at the club a few times, danced and talked a lot. Nothing else."

Josh knew there was more to her story. He had overheard her that day she left, complaining to Detective Sanchez on the phone about some creep 'making her do things' with him. "What about the things he made you do with him, Alyssa? I heard what you told Detective Sanchez on the phone the day you left."

She tried to remember that conversation, but mostly drew a blank. Whatever Josh had overheard ease dropping on her that day could not be too incriminating, she thought. She would never share those types of things with anyone. Some things a girl always kept secret. "He gave me some stuff called Molly once and we kissed a little. I told him I was married, and that's as far as things went."

Why did she say anything about taking the Molly or kissing someone else? She had to give him an explanation that was believable yet forgivable, but perhaps she provided too much of the truth. It had slipped from her mouth like a sudden, irrepressible cough, and once she spoke those words she could not take them back, even though she immediately regretted saying them.

"You took Molly and kissed some guy? And I'm supposed to believe that's all that happened? Who was this guy?" Josh skeptically asked.

Alyssa grew indignant and her hackles rose. Josh had no one to blame but himself for all of this. She would never have slept with Reggie if it was not for Josh and his ridiculous grow room. Josh was not even guile enough to make a profit from it. He put her in an awful situation and then had the impudence to accuse her of cheating on him. Perhaps she did fuck Reggie, but it was not like she had a choice, at least not at first. "That's all that happened Josh, nothing else, and you don't need to know any more about it. It's over now," she adamantly snapped.
Her stern reply squelched Josh's truculence, but he still needed the most important question answered: "What about our drug charges? I heard about Sanchez' disappearance in the news a few days ago. Did that have anything to do with you?"

"I don't know about any of that, Josh. The last time I spoke with her was over a month ago. I haven't heard from anyone at the Police Department since then."

"That's great work, Alyssa. You probably got her killed. That ought to help us with things tremendously." He stomped off to their bedroom doubting Alyssa's story, determined to revisit the topic later and extract the truth from her one way or another. He needed to hurt her as badly as she hurt him.

They said nothing to each other the rest of that evening and Alyssa went to sleep in the spare bedroom (the one with the walk-in closet Josh had converted to a grow room that caused all this trouble). With all the stress, she didn't think she would sleep well that night. But careworn, she drifted down into deep darkness and dreamlessness. She rested comfortably at the bottom of a calm lake of nothingness, in silent water far beneath the distant surface of consciousness.

Josh crept into the room and stood nude in the shadows watching Alyssa peacefully sleep. With his supply of pot gone, he had resorted to alcohol as his new drug of choice and had polished off an entire bottle this evening. It had been well over a month since he had Alyssa, and tonight he was going to take back what was his. While she lay on her back in deep slumber, his hand carefully slithered inside her pajamas and made its way down her smooth, flat belly. He reached inside her panties and touched her 'on' switch between her legs.

Something buoyed Alyssa from the calm depths of unconsciousness and she began dreaming. Her pussy felt good and was getting very wet. "No, not now, Reggie. I'm tired," she mumbled in her sleep. "Is it hard again? Does it hurt? It's so big. Yes, I love your big black cock."

But it was not Reggie; it was Josh who was cautiously touching her clitoris, masturbating her while she slept.

Reggie — that was the son-of-a-bitch who had fucked her, Josh angrily realized. Enraged, he suddenly tore at her pajamas, pulling her bottoms completely off.

Something jerked Alyssa awake, and she slapped at the darkness. "Oh my god, what are you doing? No, get away from me, you bastard!"

He slapped her face hard. She saw bright flashes of light in the blackness of night and tasted the saltiness of her own blood flowing from her lip.

"You filthy slut! Who's Reggie?"

He slapped her again, his breath reeking of whisky. She lay stunned as he ripped open the top piece of her pajamas, its buttons flying off in multiple directions, exposing her naked breasts to the cool night air. She felt him shove his pathetically small penis into her vagina.

"Reggie is a nigger's name. Did you fuck a nigger you whore? You like fucking big black nigger cocks now?"

She cried hysterically, her hands covering her face as her husband violently raped her. "Oh god, I didn't fuck anyone, Josh. Stop doing this to me."

He pounded into her harder. "You're a liar. Your pussy feels different to me you fucking whore. You let him stretch it out and ruin it. I'm going to cum in you. Sorry you can't have the big black cock you're used to tonight."

"No, no, no, oh God, why?" Alyssa wailed as Josh ejaculated inside her. He finished his orgasm, rolled off her, and staggered on to his feet. She assumed a fetal position facing away from him, her sobs filling the room and reaching down the shadowy corridor as he shambled back to his own room, to the bed they had once lovingly shared.

***********

Reggie kept copies of Alyssa's and Josh's police reports that Noyse had given to him. Josh should have been at school teaching today, so why was Alyssa not answering the texts Reggie sent to her? Reggie's limo parked in front of a vacant lot for sale a few blocks from where she lived, and Reggie walked the way to her house while his limo driver waited.

It was a modest suburban area, your typical middle class development. The houses he passed while strolling along the grey cement sidewalks were all variations of four or five basic designs. What they called cookie-cutter.

The sidewalk ended before Alyssa's street, which was outside the housing development and hidden in a secluded bubble away from other homes. Her small bungalow's unique architecture suggested it had been built sometime before the Second World War. The huge colorful oaks, like two giant hands reaching over its roof to shake with one another, likely started as acorns buried around this time of year (when the house was new) by some squirrel who forgot about them over a long and cold winter, Reggie thought. The new cookie-cutter subdivision he had walked through to get here was forest back then, and the original acorns likely came from there.

Reggie knocked on Alyssa's door, a cool breeze whisking away a few leaves from the tree branches swaying over her house. The colorful leaves fluttered off in the wind like summer butterflies. Acorns fell with each gust and sounded like hail as they bounced on the roof. Reggie knocked again, this time louder and longer. If Josh answered, Reggie was prepared to make up a story about the Inner City Youth Program and ask for a donation.

But Josh didn't answer. Reggie hardly recognized Alyssa when she opened the door, her beautiful face swollen and bruised. "Oh my God. What happened to you?"

"What are you doing here, Reggie? How did you find out where I live?"

"Never mind that. You okay? You alone?"

"I'm fine. Josh is at work."

Reggie pushed by her and entered the house without invitation. He had lived with Alyssa for over a month and knew she kept tidy. This house was a mess with dirty laundry on the floor, filthy dishes in the sink, empty liquor bottles on the counter, dust everywhere. It looked like Alyssa had started cleaning, but had a big job ahead of her.

With her mouth gaping, Alyssa remained by the door and delayed closing it until it became evident Reggie was staying a while.

"Did Josh do this to you?"

Alyssa nodded with her eyes downcast. "He's just going through a difficult time right now. He suspects I cheated on him and somehow knows your name. He's become jealous and has started drinking. He's never acted this way before or did anything like this. But there's so much uncertainty in both our lives right now. I guess he can't handle it very well. We don't know what's going on with our drug charges or anything else."

Reggie remained quiet while she spoke, but he wanted to fuck Josh up, cap his ass, for what he did to Alyssa.

She looked up into Reggie's eyes and continued, "This is so unfair, Reggie. As you know, I don't even smoke pot and I don't know why Josh had to grow it. He never made any money at it. It was all for his personal use, except for maybe a few of his pothead friends. Sometimes he shared it with them. No offense; I know you sell drugs. But I don't see why people want them. What's so good about something that can ruin your life and send you to jail?"

Reggie smiled and took Alyssa in his arms. "I often wondered the same thing myself, baby. But most people want what they can't have. Forbidden fruit goes back to Adam and Eve."

"How come you're able to avoid getting caught unlike my stupid husband?"

Reggie snickered at Alyssa's question. That was a long, complicated explanation. Some things were better off left unmentioned. Lies worked better for some people than for others.

Just as Alyssa would never admit to her husband the adulterous affair she had been pressured into having with a black man, Reggie saw no need to ever share all the details of his business and how he cozened sex from her. The important thing was that she loved him now, and not how he accomplished such a feat with someone else's devoted wife.

He offered her an abbreviated version of his business success without the details that allowed him to seduce her. "I may deal drugs, but I never use the garbage I sell, letting it cloud my judgement. It's just business for me. It's a shitty vocation looked down upon by society, like prostitution and porn, but if I don't do it, someone else will. When government legislate morality, it creates bad guys like me."

Bad guy was an inaccurate label, Alyssa thought. What the police did to all of them, how they initially forced her to sleep with Reggie, damaging her marriage, seemed far worse than anything she saw Reggie do. "I don't necessarily agree with how you make your living, but you're not a bad guy, Reggie. Maybe I thought so at first, but not now. You're one of the nicest people I know. But you can't stay here and you really shouldn't see me again."

Reggie held her tightly. He knew she was not happy and neither was he without her. He was going to get her back one way or another. They needed each other. "I've got to see you again, Alyssa. I've got to know you're okay. Promise me you'll text me when Josh isn't around so I know you're alright, otherwise I'm coming back — for him."

The pain from her lip reminded Alyssa not to smile, as a brief grin dropped from her face almost as quickly as it formed. "Oh, that hurts," she remarked, her fingers touching the side of her mouth. "You can't do anything like that, Reggie. You don't need the police snooping around your business."

"You just make sure to answer my texts and keep me posted on things."

Alyssa wanted him again and she knew he wanted her too, but they could not do anything about it anymore. She could not hold his heavy black cock, feel its thickness and warmth as it pulsed with passion in her palms. She could not taste his ambrosia or allow him inside her. They were forbidden fruit to each other. They had broken the rules by sampling that fruit, and it was delicious; but they could never eat it again. She nodded her head and opened the door for him. "Alright, but you have to leave now. Josh will be home in less than an hour."

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The missing police officer had been the topic de jour for the past week in newspapers and local television news broadcasts. "We found her phone under a pallet in the old Furman Warehouse," Detective Noyse told Reggie as the afternoon sun filled Reggie's living room with a warm, golden hue. "It contained a bunch of pictures of Daryl Mason and Luther Greeman in a drug deal. I don't want to know what those son-of-a-bitches did with her body. But it looks like we're putting your competitors out of business for a while."

That was good news — his competition soon to be eliminated courtesy of the police department. Things looked better than ever for Reggie, but he wanted another favor from Detective Noyse. "It's a real tragedy about your partner, Noyse. I'm sorry for your loss." Reggie handed him a thicker and heavier envelope of cash than usual. "There's a little extra this week. Hope it helps you through this difficult time."

"Thanks, it should help my grieving process," Noyse sarcastically replied, waving the envelope in his hand while repressing an inappropriate grin. "I never really cared much for the gung-ho bitch. She wasn't too smart doing that on her own. I tried warning her. Still, when a fellow officer goes down, we all mourn, I guess."

"What's gonna happen with Alyssa and her husband, Josh?"

With the entire police department first focused on finding Detective Sanchez, and now on bringing her killers to justice, Alyssa had fallen off the radar for a while. Noyse quickly glanced around and asked sotto voce, "You still fucking her?"

Reggie's eyes were downcast. He had fallen in love with Alyssa and missed her. He needed to take her away from her husband, Josh, before Josh hurt her more. "No, when she saw the news about your partner, she broke down and told me everything — how she was married; how her husband grew pot in the house and they were both busted for it; how your partner forced her to become an informant. She said she loved me but couldn't stay with me anymore."

"The case is still open. What do you have in mind?"

"I want you to drop the charges."

"I may be able to work something out, but one of them will need to take a fall. I can't make the case disappear entirely."

Reggie looked at Noyse. No words passed between them, yet Noyse understood Reggie's intentions. "We both know who's responsible for their situation, and that party needs to see justice. You know what to do. Make sure you take all their property."

Noyse nodded his reply, not particularly relishing the idea of locking up Josh and using civil forfeiture laws to seize the house, all so Reggie could freely dick Josh's wife some more. The 58-year-old detective grew up in different times. Deep down, a racist part of Noyse didn't think it was right for a black man to sleep with a white woman — especially a married white woman. Had he known about Josh beating Alyssa recently, putting bruises on her face, Noyse might have felt differently.

It was a cruel world he supposed, the spoils of riches and women going to the alpha male, who in this instance was Reggie. With only a short time remaining on the police force and retirement waiting, Reggie's lucrative payroll was very persuasive. Money was all that mattered to Noyse at this point in his career.

Noyse was staring out the window again, at the beautiful view of the city as Reggie continued, "I'll take care of Alyssa for a while until she can get on her feet."

Reggie also intended to take care of Josh for what Josh. Reggie's many connections extended to the penal system. Perhaps Josh would like a taste of black cock himself while in prison. A nice big nigger for a cellmate for a few years could go a long way in cultivating latent homosexual tendencies.

Two weeks later the text from Alyssa Reggie had waited for arrived. He lubricated the wheels of justice with money and they turned faster than their usual pace.

The bruises on Alyssa's face had already faded when the police arrived to arrest Josh and seize their home.

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A few months had passed since the police seized their home and arrested Josh. At the time, Alyssa thought her world was collapsing, but Reggie came to her rescue and that dark period ended. Now she sat in a stately courtroom, her belly bulging with a baby inside it, Reggie's arm securely around her shoulders, his sparkling engagement ring returned to its rightful place on her wedding finger. She looked as beautiful as she felt with Reggie beside her. Guards escorted Josh, now in shackles and wearing an orange prison jumpsuit, into the courtroom for sentencing.

Josh briefly saw his soon-to-be ex-wife, obviously pregnant and sitting with a handsome African-American man. Gone was the liberalism and belief in social justice Josh, so typical of most educators, once espoused. This was the nigger who had fucked Alyssa, taken her from him, and caused all this to happen to them. Josh knew it. As he turned to face the bench, Josh realized Reggie was probably still fucking her.

Unfortunately for Josh, the judge for his case had also recently joined Reggie Johnson's payroll. "Having found the defendant guilty of the manufacture of cannabis with intent to distribute, this court hereby sentences the defendant, Josh Warner, to the maximum penalty of 12 years imprisonment."

Josh barely heard his sentence, his mind thinking about Alyssa, how stunning she looked, how he had lost her, how she was now pregnant, most likely with that black man's baby.

There was no time for good-byes or to take one final look at his gorgeous wife who had started a new life and was now carrying Reggie's baby in her womb. The guards quickly rushed Josh from the courtroom. With his conviction and sentencing complete, he was leaving county jail custody. His transfer over to the state penitentiary underway, he would soon meet his new black cellmate and start a new life of his own.

Gwen Holden

Somewhere in Cyberspace, February, 2016 - April, 2016