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 Keywords: caution, rape, 1st, interr, drugs, BM, WF, oral, BBC,
   By Gwen Holden
   The fluorescent fixture on the ceiling above her head made a loud
buzzing noise as the long tubes of light it contained flickered.  The ends
of the tubes had darkened, revealing their age, and one of the bulbs burned
orange rather than the bright white of its twin and of its own earlier
days.
   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 really 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 he did not listen."
   Alyssa loved her husband, Josh, so much, and overlooked his flaws.  He
was a talented high school science teacher at a prestigious private school,
adored by his students and their parents alike.
   But Josh concealed a minor blemish to his otherwise flawless portrait of
a perfect citizen.  Josh liked smoking marijuana.  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 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 she was sitting here frightened and alone.
   "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 four plants growing hydroponically under a 400 watt
metal halide light.  A small, but sophisticated and efficient 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 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 smoothly as a sheet of water.
   Alyssa watched the older, rather plain-looking woman walk toward her. 
Detective Sanchez wore her 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 produced what sounded
like a high-pitched growl 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 four 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 four
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, 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 droplets of spit land on
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 to run 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 did not care and was buying none of
what Alyssa said.  Much 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.  We know who distributes them,
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?  Did she really 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.  The yard was neatly trimmed and heavily shaded by two large oaks
that reached over the house like two giant hands seeking 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."
   "Well where are you going?"
   "I'm not sure."
   "When will you be home?"
   "I don't know."
   "You're not sure; you don't know," Josh mimicked.  "Well, what can you
tell me?"
   "Nothing -- all they told me is they need 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.
   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."
   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.
   "Because they argued that black men used it to seduce white women. 
Isn't that ridiculous?"
   The horn honked again.
   "Please be careful and call me as soon as you can."
   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 that 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 did not 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?"
   "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 suppose 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.  "That's your problem.
Use your imagination.  I'm sure a cute girl like yourself 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.  You're running out of time. 
If you don't start getting me information, you and Josh will be prosecuted
and sent to prison."
   "No, please don't do that.  I'll get the information you want..."
   While Detective Sanchez helped prepare 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 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.  I think a
sizable contribution to a certain incumbent's re-election campaign should
take care of Detective Sanchez.  In the mean time, I gotta check Mrs. 
Warren out.  May want to tap me some that fine white pussy.  That oughta
keep her preoccupied."
   "The husband should appreciate that very much," Detective Noyse dryly
replied.
   Reggie returned Noyse's sarcasm with a grin, "That's what they get 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 according to Sanchez 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 that she caused to become even bigger.
   She almost blew it, about to tell him to get lost like all the rest of
the inferior black men she had encountered this evening when 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 a nice 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."
   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 drink 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, "Common, let's sit somewhere quiet and
talk."
   They sat at a small table away from the music.  Alyssa 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.
   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 and telling him
her actual address.  Alyssa's nervousness returned.  She could not tell him
her real address, but she forgot the address where she was staying with the
crack whore, "I just moved here -- to a place on N.  89th St.  and Milton
Ave.  Do you know the area?"
   Reggie's eyebrows rose, "Wow, no offense, but that's a rough
neighborhood.  A lotta crack heads and gang bangers 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 in spite of almost laughing at
her.  She was a poor informant, perhaps the worse he had ever encountered.
Was she really 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'?  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.  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 did not 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.  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.
   "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 seemed to cling to her beautifully curved body.
   The miniskirt, a sleeveless type with only thin straps over her toned
shoulders holding it on, was made of dark grey material interspersed with
silvery threads.  Beneath it, a sexy thong and bra waited, Alyssa wrapped
like a 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 began to become all he thought about.
   While she looked away 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 Alyssa had visited during her honeymoon with Josh.
   The man in the navy blue suit opened their limo door and Reggie giggled,
"No 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."
   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, "Sorry,
beautiful, but they gonna check you out for a bug real quick.  "I'm in a
business where I need to be careful about that kind of 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, his
sexual prey falling further into his trap, he thought, "This way."
   Alyssa entered and sauntered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that
comprised the Northern wall of his living room.  She gazed out over the
million-dollar view of the illuminated city, the numerous lights like
countless stars at the center of our galaxy, "Wow, this is a really
beautiful place you have."
   He went to his wet bar, "Want another drink?"
   She was already pretty intoxicated, but handled her booze well, "Just
water."
   He fixed himself another Crown and fetched her a bottle of chilled
water, "Good choice for Molly."
   "I beg your pardon?" Alyssa asked.
   He swallowed a mouthful of whisky.  His tumbler clanged as he put 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
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 her 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.  Her eyes nervously looked into his like a
trapped prey as the bottom of her jaw slowly fell open.
   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, wet
condensation running down its sides --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, "Let's kiss first." His huge muscular arm
suddenly wrapped around her tiny waist and drew her to him.
   "Wo, 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 said, attempting to attach his lips to her's.
   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 smiled 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.
   She finished the water, determined to somehow fight getting high.
   "Let's kiss some now." His mouth locked to her's 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 she could not tell
Reggie any of that, "You're going too fast."
   "We just kissing, baby.  But you asking me to do all this stuff 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 intimate under its influence.
   Reggie smiled and nodded his head.  He was on his way inside this sweet
little white girl's panties and she did not know 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, larger.  She felt his
huge penis through their clothing press against her again, but the meaning
of its terrible size now failed to fully registered 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."
   "It's going to be late then."
   "Don't you worry none, baby.  I'm gonna to 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 stayed deep inside her mouth and occupied it like a 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 and 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 get some more from your
supplier now."
   "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 removed his mouth from her
lips, sweat running profusely down her face.
   "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."
   Now in only her white 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 now.  Let me get it off you.  You still way too hot."
   "What?  Don't take my bra off!"
   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 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 world, she only felt love for everything
and everyone and allowed his hands to caress her breasts, explore her body.
One of his strong hands finally released her erect nipple, descended down
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 that -- please!" She grabbed
Reggie's wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her vagina, "Stop
touching it, no don't, Reggie."
   "Shhh, just for a little while, baby.  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.  She sighed deeply and released his wrist, "Okay, but just a
little while."
   "That's a good girl.  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 anyone to let me touch it
just a little bit.  It's a beautiful thing."
   He knew Molly heightened sense of touch as he tenderly caressed her most
touch sensitive organ -- a calculated, strategic place to attack in
seducing her.  His little while continued and his little bit turned into
expert masturbation.  The countless nerves in her clitoris slowly awakened
to begin bombarding her brain with their pleasurable signals.
   His finger got wetter in her pussy and felt her clitoris become fuller
and firmer as he touched it more, "Yeah, that starting to feel really good
now."
   "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 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.  He forced her legs apart
and brought his face within inches of her fragrant pussy, which radiated
inviting warmth.
   She was smoothly shaved with only a neatly trimmed and narrow landing
strip.  His fingers stretched her soft lips in opposite directions -- wide
open -- exposing the lovely pink of her 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 him to mate with her.  His mouth attacked her pussy and he
began sucking on her clitty.
   "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 eat out your pussy some.  Only my closest girlfriend
know about my business.  Do you want to quit crying and let me do this or
do you want to go home?"
   Tears ran from the corners of her eyes down the sides of her face.  She
did not want to be his `girlfriend'.  Alyssa 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
-- perhaps let him do more she realized.
   "Answer me -- do you want to 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.  This dumb white bitch was clueless of how he was going
to use her.  His mouth returned to her sex.  He resumed his attack on her
married white pussy with renewed determination to win a victory of sorts by
making her orgasm.
   He began sucking on her clitoral hood again.  He drew it into his mouth
and swirled his tongue over it.  He gently retracted her prepuce with his
thumb for his tongue to make occasional, quick and light contact with her
super-sensitive glans without her protective hood shielding it.
   Even heavily drugged, Alyssa knew this was all wrong as she reclined
back and let him proceed.
   Her pelvic motions signaled attempts to avoid the highly sensual contact
he performed on her orally, but he stayed with her movements and her
clitoral hood fully engorged, protecting her once accessible glans from his
further assaults and revealing her arousal.
   His tongue frequented her wet opening and he drank the sweet silky
secretions her pussy released for him in abundance, while his fingers
gently touched the beautiful pedals 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.  The movement in her
pelvis, less determined to escape the oral sex, seemed to increasingly
offer her pussy to him instead, indicating her growing acceptance.
   "Oh, you don't understand.  Ooh, not there again.  Ooh, we can't do
this."
   Her eyes shut, he managed unbuttoning his pants and sliding them and his
boxers off without removing his mouth from her pussy and without Alyssa
realizing what he was doing.
   Alyssa noticed the oral sex he performed on her stop 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 that looked
attractive.  She had never been this physically close to a man this well
built before.
   She felt something smooth, warm and hard, but heavy like a piece of lead
pipe, resting on her stomach and looked down.
   Reggie quickly placed his hand on 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, seemed to span the distance from her pussy to her
bellybutton.  It was the biggest cock imaginable with an equally large
scrotum the size, shape, and appearance of a husked coconut and containing
his bull-sized testicles.
   Everything about Reggie was big, including the helmet-like head of his
penis and the slit on its tip, which leaked a profuse amount of clear
slippery fluid, his pre-cum, onto her tummy.  His penis looked like a giant
black serpent drooling a dangerous venom as it prepared to taste her pussy.
   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 aim his penis at her opening as if he did not hear her.
She felt the smooth helmet-head push against her lips.
   Her hands clasped his hips tighter.  She had to say something to stop
him.  She was married and could not cheat on Josh.  The oral sex was bad
enough, but not this, "Please, Reggie.  You don't understand.  I can't do
this with you."
   "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, "You'll get used to me, baby and start loving this big
nigger cock.  I'll go easy at first."
   Her fingers dug into his hips unable to stop him from getting closer. 
She watched her lips open and begin accepting the head of his chocolate
penis, "No, I'm not taking birth control, Reggie.  Take it out and put on a
condom!"
   "Sorry, don't have any condoms.  Never use `em.  Can't find any that fit
me, baby.  But, don't worry, I'll pull out before I cum -- I promise."
   She observed her 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
actually stretching to accommodate all of him.
   She could no longer bare the sight of his huge brown 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
birth canal until her vagina finally took his last remaining length.
   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 labia stretch around it, cling to it like a tightly
fitting sleeve.
   Her body accepted him as a mate.  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 in common.
   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 achieved relief in her soft, tight cunt, "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, "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 did not 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
incredible high, a 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 at all right now.
   "I'm gonna cum too, baby."
   "Oh, you need to take it out now."
   "Ah, I don't want to.  It feels 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, alright, leave it in."
   He returned her embrace, "Oh, baby, I love you so much.  You feel so
good."
   "Oh, I feel you cumming in me, Reggie..."
   She had lost track of time, but they had been at it for nearly five
hours.  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
unconsciousness and made her cum again.  Was this seven or nine 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.  But then reality
flashed before her eyes, 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 in her earlier that evening, and for some
stupid reason thinking she loved him and letting him do it.  She recalled
they had fucked a number of times and an awful lot.  What if he had
impregnated her?
   She recalled her husband, Josh.  She had let another man -- a black man
-- fuck her and cum in 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, 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.  However, he used her fear
to negotiate a big concession from her:
   "Will you suck on it real nice for me if I take it out, baby?"
   "Suck on it?"
   "Yeah, baby -- suck on it.  Stroke it real nice and swallow it all for
me.  I need to know that you still love me 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 agreed to something loathsome -- forced herself to convincingly lie,
the words almost as difficult to say as performing the act itself because
she loved Josh, "Okay, I love you too and I'll suck on it for you."
   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, 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 or I won't be able to
cum and I'll have to put it back in your pussy."
   She certainly did not want this 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 their combined flavor 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,
and the entire organ began to pulsate in her incomplete fist, an almost
infinite fountain of white semen shooting from its tip in violent bursts.
   He unexpectedly reached into her long, silky blonde hair and pulled her
head toward his penis, "Put it back 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 and forced to swallow what seemed like a never ending supply of his
rich cream.  How could he cum so much?
   But enough Molly remained in her system for its dangerous effects to
return with vigor, altering her mood and perception.  Fondness for Reggie
waxed and waned, evidenced by the way she lovingly handled his phallus
presently after feeling such revulsion only moments ago.  She twirled her
tongue over his sensitive glans, her partial fist around his thick shaft
gently jerked on it to satisfy him.
   Reggie's eyes rolled back in euphoria, "Oh, yea, 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.  Not realizing what she was doing
when the supply from his penis stopped flowing, she licked up a long stream
of seamen that had trickled down to the base of his lengthy, thick shaft
and on her hand, as well as the globs that initially had landed on his
stomach before she began swallowing it.
   His huge penis was flaccid in her hand, like a wilted flower, when
Alyssa recognized what she had been doing again.
   She sat up on the couch naked and in a daze.
   Reggie rose and walked to his wet bar, his cock temporarily satisfied.
   She stared at his huge brown penis that had been inside her most of the
evening as it hung from him.  His taste remained in her mouth.
   Alyssa cursed herself for not fighting harder against the 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 big gulp he swallowed the remaining Crown he had left unfinished
in his tumbler earlier, "You want some water, baby?"
   Her dislike for him intensified as her sobriety returned.  He drugged
her and took advantage of her.  She would never be `his baby', she thought.
But she was very thirsty, "Please."
   Reggie kneeled down 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 - in liquid form - he had given Alyssa
earlier.
   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 fuck this
beautiful girl a few more times tonight, and wake up with her in bed with
him 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.  Still a little buzzed, she failed to notice that the cap did not 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 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 was, 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."
   He had brought her here around 7:00 p.m., which meant they had fucked
for over five hours, Alyssa figured.  That could not be right.  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. 
Nude with her miniskirt still in her hand, she 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 W.  Madison Avenue."
   His address was actually 4831 W.  Madison Avenue -- a simple, but costly
mistake she would believe she made due to her condition, he figured.  A
slight delay that would become so 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 25 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.  She stopped
before entering his bathroom, "Do you mind if I use your shower?"
   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."
   This despicable drug dealer had stolen something special from her
tonight.  He shattered her sacred wedding vows with his huge black cock. 
For seven years she had been faithful to Josh -- since they went out
together as teenagers in high school.  But Alyssa could never let Reggie
know 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.  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's was right.  Her mood already began to improve again -- perhaps
unusually so -- the lingering effects of the Molly, she reasoned.  Of one
thing she was absolutely 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 in her marriage, she was never getting her
thong back.  Reggie intended to keep it as a souvenir of his conquest. 
While they fucked earlier he had 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
a total solar eclipse, "Yeah, baby, I'll go find it for you.  You best
hurry so you don't miss your ride."
   While Alyssa showered, Reggie took her miniskirt and bra with him.  She
would not need clothing again anytime 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
ejaculations that Alyssa had difficulty remembering.  She took the
washcloth and cleaned her private area.  She really needed a douche right
now to wash all his sperm from the depths of her vagina where his huge
black penis visited.  Unfortunately, she did not make it a habit to carry a
douche around with her.
   She exited the shower and toweled dry feeling more than just a little
buzzed, a fog setting in her brain like the steam on the bathroom mirror
that obscured her reflection.  Where were her clothes?  She thought she
brought her miniskirt and bra in here with her.  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, 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 definitely getting harder.
   The drug conflicted with her reason though, and a strange combination of
horror and euphoria battled for her mind, like slamming down on the
accelerator and brakes in a car at the same time.
   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 and getting harder, "No I need to go home.  I can't stay with you
tonight."
   With 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 an 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 her mouth fell open and her head 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 huge black cock into her pussy as he held her
legs, from behind her knees, high and wide apart.
   "That's good, put it in your pussy for me, baby," she heard him say in
her dream-like state.  "Oh, yeah, you so wet and tight.  You feel real
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 journeys in and out of her tightly-fitting
cylinder.
   "Ooh, ah, ah, oh, oh," she moaned.
   "Yeah, that big black cock feels good in your tight, little white pussy
-- huh baby?  You hooked on it now."
   "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, baby.  You can't help it.  You getting spoiled on it.  You may not
wanna remember what I be sayin' now, but you gonna and you gonna want big
black cock for now on too.  I can tell."
   Alyssa's youthful, firm breasts jiggled slightly 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 vertical blinds left open, Alyssa and Reggie appeared as two
silhouettes making love in his bed against a background of city lights
through the tall panes of glass that comprised an entire wall of his
bedroom.
   "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 Reggie enjoyed hearing her say those words back to him.  The Molly
made her forget about her husband temporarily, betray him for a huge black
cock, and believe she actually loved Reggie.
   Reggie rolled off her, his cock leaving a huge void in her pussy, "Get
on top now, baby."
   She 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 the 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.
   ****************************
   A bright afternoon sun penetrated her eyelids and pestered Alyssa to
rise like an unwelcome alarm clock.  She awoke confused, not sure where she
was, still in Reggie's arms.  She suddenly realized she was lying on top of
him and they were both naked!
   "Oh God," she whispered and rolled off him.  What did I do?  she asked
herself.  She remembered the things she did with him the preceding night
and it was more than she wanted to recall.  What they did together
disgusted her.
   She felt thirsty and ill, as if badly hung-over from drinking 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
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 the daylight the outline of his huge cock
hanging almost half way to his knee, like a big roll of cookie dough in the
pair of baggy grey sweatpants he wore, was obvious.  How did she not see
his bulge last night in the club?  Why did she stupidly come home with him?
she wondered, "You have a nice gym setup here.  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."
   Alyssa looked away in embarrassment.  She had lost her thong and was too
humiliated to even ask him about it.  Except for her bra her short
miniskirt had nothing else underneath it.  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 forced a difficult smile and continued
her charade by 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."
   She fought her natural instinct to recoil from his embrace.
   Reggie released her, "I'll give Luther Greeman a call for you right
now."
   Alyssa watched Reggie slide the unlock bar on the screen of his phone
with his thumb 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 that 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."
   The 16th of October?  That was over two weeks from now!  Perhaps the
information itself would be enough for Detective Sanchez to release Alyssa
from this horrible assignment.  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
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.  The next shipment of the really
good stuff you had isn't coming 'til then.  But if you nice to me, I'll see
if I can score some elsewhere for you sooner."
   Alyssa never wanted to take that awful garbage again, "Oh, great.  Let
me know if you can get it sooner."
   She looked at the time on her phone and saw she had missed another four
calls from Josh and a string of text messages from him since last night,
"Oh, I didn't realize we slept so long.  I need to get home now, Reggie."
   "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.  She was not having intercourse with him ever again.  She wanted to
get far away from Reggie and put those things she did with him out of her
mind forever.
   But he triggered in her even more erotic imagery of the forbidden
intimacy they shared last night.
   She could not stay here with him.  What they had done together was
something she was never suppose to do with anyone other than Josh.  She had
to come up with a reason to leave, "I have to go to work."
   "Where you work, baby-doll?  You my girl now and I wanna come see you."
   Alyssa almost swallowed her tongue from fear, "I'm not actually working
anywhere yet.  But I have a job interview today."
   "Okay, baby.  I'll have my limo driver take you home now.  But will I
see you again tonight?"
   "Uh... maybe.  I have a few things I need to do.  Can I text you later?"
   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 out-maneuvered her.
   Reggie called the number she gave him to make sure it worked.  Her
phone, set on silent, vibrated in her hand, "That's it," she said with
another forced 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 door, as if trying to erase 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.  She wore a lose fitting pair of
jeans that hung from her flowing hips, and her favorite faded t-shirt --
the one with `Vegan' written across her boobs and the happy cow face
beneath them, "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 had
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.
   "You can't just disappear now.  You have to stay around Reggie Johnson
until this goes down, Alyssa.  Otherwise he might suspect you're an
informant," Detective Sanchez told her.
   "I don't want to go back with him.  You don't understand what he made me
do with him last night," Josh heard his wife's voice through the closed
door reply.
   Josh did not 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 did
not answer his phone calls or text messages last night and this morning and
the thought of it sickened him.  His beautiful wife had likely fucked
another man.
   When Alyssa opened the door, Josh immediately began to kiss her again,
while his hands hungrily roamed her body, "I want to make love, Alyssa."
   Her face looked to the side and her entire body stiffened from his
suggestion.  She could not have sex with her husband now.  Her pussy was
still slightly swollen and sore from Reggie.  She pulled Josh's hands off
of her, "I'm sorry, but we can't right now, Josh."
   "Why?"
   "Because I have to go."
   "Where's your wedding ring?"
   She remained silent.
   Her reaction seemed to confirm his suspicion.  He stared into her eyes
and spoke coldly, "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 into fucking another man -- a black
drug dealer.
   Another text appeared on her phone and Josh quickly snatched it out of
her hand, "Who's 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, 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 now.  Please, no more txts.  TTYL
XOXOXO."
   Alyssa sent her reply and then blocked her phone from receiving further
messages or calls from her husband.
   Reggie quietly studied Alyssa's outfit, not as sexy as the miniskirt
Detective Sanchez made her wear yesterday.  But he had already unwrapped
and tried out this package, and he liked what it contained regardless of
how it was covered.  Alyssa's figure looked gorgeous in even the ugliest
clothes, and he greedily wanted her only 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 and she looked forward to seeing him in jail where
he belonged.  She was a happy wife until this despicable criminal inserted
himself into her marriage.
   A nervous wreak around this violent black drug dealer again and in a
desperate situation, alcohol seemed like the only way to deal with it all
right now, "Get me whatever you're drinking I guess..."
   Subsequent drinks went down easier than the previous ones for Alyssa
until she found herself leaving with him.  "Where are we going?" she asked,
finally away from that loud, annoying rap music and comfortably slouching
on the cool leather upholstery across from him in their 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 did not help her
worsening situation, "B-b-but, I'm not ready for that, Reggie.  I only met
you yesterday."
   He was closing in, slowly positioning all his pieces for a checkmate: "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 instructed her to stay with him, to make sure the drug
deal next week occurred at all costs.  Alyssa's choice boiled down to
becoming 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 and 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 and patted the leather seat next to him, "Come sit
here next to me, baby."
   Alyssa wanted to get out of 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 penis, "It get hard a lot.  Rub it for me a
while, baby."
   She did not want to touch him, but how could she get out of this? 
Fortunately, the alcohol relaxed her somewhat.  She quietly ran her palm up
and down the tremendous bulge in his slacks.
   "Why don' you take it out and play with it?"
   It was safer for her if it stayed in his pants.  She tried to stall him,
"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."
   She hesitatingly unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and lowered
his zipper.  She opened his lose trousers and her fingers softly traced his
cock through the tight silk fabric of his briefs.
   His briefs were 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.  Her fingers followed up the outline
of his shaft which reached the outer edge of his left hip.  By touch she
also determined the impression of his glans through the material.
   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 that 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 she did like something about how warm, hard, and smooth it
felt in her hand - how his blood and very essence filled the huge organ.
   The primitive portion of her brain interpreted the big size of his penis
as greater masculinity, while the evolved portion of her mind argued that
more manliness did not make him a better man than Josh.  But as she
continued touching him, the primal part of her brain took over 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 did not want to do any of this with him, she remembered.  But she
also recalled Sanchez warning her to stay with Reggie at all costs until
the drug deal went through and they arrested him.  Alyssa began softly
kissing his cock.  Her kisses soon turned into licks and 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 really
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 did not
understand why her body reacted this way.  She did not like this black thug
at all, she thought.
   "Okay, baby, that's good.  You ready."
   He suddenly pulled her off his cock by her hair and began French-kissing
her.
   Alyssa wondered for a moment what he meant by saying she was `ready',
and then he reached up her skirt and she suddenly understood what he meant.
She felt his hand slide into her panties and pull them downward.
   When she had released his cock from confinement, she had been drawn into
playing a dangerous game with it.  Now he was removing her bikini briefs --
another obstacle 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
again, but somehow she had been coaxed into doing it.  In her mind, giving
him oral sex did not seem as bad as having intercourse with him.  She did
not 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."
   "Why not?  I thought you my girlfriend?"
   "I am."
   Reggie knew all about Alyssa's situation and he continued leveraging it
to get what he wanted from her, "I don't understand.  You told me you loved
me last night.  Were you lying?  Maybe you don't really love me at all. 
What kind of girlfriend gets a guy hard and doesn't let him finish with
her? Do you know how much it hurts when it gets hard like this?  Maybe we
should just end things now if you gonna be this way."
   She remembered Detective Sanchez' warning.  Alyssa had to pretend she
wanted to be his girlfriend, "I'm sorry, Reggie.  I do love you.  I'll help
you finish.  Just not that."
   "But that's not working.  I need to make love to you, Alyssa."
   She did not know what to do.  She wrestled with fear, confusion and
excitement.  She did not want to have sex with him ever again, but her
options seemed limited, "Do you have a condom we can use?"
   How could she ask him a question like that?  She could not have sex with
him again.  She was married.
   "I'm sorry but I didn't get any condoms.  You my girlfriend.  I thought
we love each other.  I don't use condoms with girls I love.  I don't
understand you.  You let me have sex with you last night without using
rubbers.  Why the change?"
   She did not really love Reggie, in fact she disliked him, but she could
not tell him that.  She had to stay with this black man and make sure the
drug deal occurred as planned.  Unfortunately, all this meant remaining 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.  You just using me to get some Molly.  Well maybe I don't want to be
used."
   She quickly ran numbers in her head.  She was not sure if she was
ovulating yet.  But she had to do something to keep him with her.  How
could things come to this?  "That's not true.  I'm not using you.  I do
love you.  Okay, I guess if you really want to we can.  But I could get
pregnant."
   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 head of her cock against her
tight entrance.
   He was moving too fast for Alyssa and she could not keep up with his
arguments.  She made another desperate attempt to stop him, "But you didn't
pull out last night, Reggie.  I really don't think this is a good idea. 
It's too risky."
   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, "No, ah, aah, ooh..."
   "Baby, you real wet.  You see how good that feels?"
   Alyssa's mouth hung open.  He had disregarded her every plea.  He was
inside her for a second night in a row.  This was not suppose to happen
again.  But no matter what she said to him, somehow he overcame her
objections and got his way with her...
   The driver leaned against the side of their limousine, the end of his
cigarette glowing brighter as he took another drag in the darkness.  He
calmly watched the rippled reflection from the city's illuminated skyline
in the gentle 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 of pleasure.  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, I'm cumming again," the girl cried.
   Alyssa's fingernails dug into Reggie's back as he kissed her ears,
fucked her with his fabulous black cock, and drove her wild.
   "Okay, baby, let go now.  You still want me to take it out, right?  I'm
going to cum soon."
   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?
   Alyssa heavily panted and reluctantly released her embrace, "Okay, take
it out."
   She watched his black cock, so huge it departed her pussy in what seemed
almost like slow motion.  She instinctively took it in her hand and jerked
on it for him.
   "Ooh, you're cumming," she mewled, his penis covering her belly and tits
with enough of its warm jism to put out a large fire.
   "Oh, that feel real good, baby.  Thank you.  I love you."
   "Oh, I love you too," Alyssa cooed, perhaps meaning it in the heat of
that moment.  The long wet shaft of his still firm penis slid through her
hand, up and down against her clitoris as he finished ejaculating.  He
considerately 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 of pleasure, her long white legs remaining wide open
for him and hanging from the edge of the seat.
   *******************
   To Be Continued...
  
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