Jailed Young Housewife

Kaylah obediently held her legs aloft in the lewd pose Reggie demanded, his rough palms roaming her battered flesh.

“You my wife and want me to fuck you in your ass, right, baby?” Reggie’s voice, thick with possession, echoed in her inebriated brain.

“Please…” she mumbled in a heavily drugged delirium.

“Please what?” he pressed, his hand mauling her pert breast.

The strong dose of drugs injected into her veins by Torres’s orderly moments ago made her ‘cooperative’.

“I’m your wife.”

“And?”

“Fuck me in my tight ass with your big Black cock,” she slurred,

He slid his massive cock back into her pussy first, her legs quaking in the pose, a sacrificial offering to his lust. “Yeah, you real wet. I think you secretly gettin’ off on bein’ drugged and forced, baby,” he sneered, snatching the K-Y Jelly tube Torres had left, smearing its slick sheen along his shaft.

Her glassy eyes met his gaze—Reggie’s towering Black frame dwarfing her pale form, his lubed organ gleaming.

“Now we consummatin’ our marriage, baby, and you givin’ me your cherry white ass,” he growled, his words a vile liturgy echoing through the cell. His cock breached her defenseless flesh, a slow, searing invasion sealing their warped union in a flood of the ultimate violation.

“Owe…big… hurts…” Kaylah moaned, voice fracturing like glass under his weight.

“Yeah, you takin’ it. You tight enough to sharpen a pencil. It’ll feel good soon, baby,” Reggie grunted, unrelenting.

“Stop… aaah…” she whimpered, pain piercing through her drugged fog.

Slick with lube, his massive Black cock soon eased in and out of her anus, a deliberately slow sodomy coaxing her sphincter to relax and yield for him. “Yeah, it gonna start feelin’ real good, baby—you’ll see,” he rasped.

“Please… ugh… disgusting…” she groaned.

Reggie knew she’d bend. As he fucked her pale ass, his hand slid between her spread thighs, a finger slipping into her pussy to find the rough patch of her g-spot. He pressed it with steady rhythm, his thumb teasing her clit in cruel tandem—a triple assault.

“Ah… oh… ah…uh…” Kaylah incoherently protested, hands dropping her legs to claw at his wrist, a futile rebellion against the surge igniting within her.

He watched her abs tighten, her satiny pink areolae crinkle and nipples jut out like desperate sentinels. Her eyes rolled back, whites glaring blankly, jaw slackening as her pussy abundantly lubricated his fingers. Her body bucked, seized by a shuddering wave.

“That it, baby. Cum hard for me. See what you been missin’ with the small dick on your lame ex-husband?” Reggie sneered, venom lacing his triumph.

“Naaah… uuuuh… aaaah…” she keened, lost in a drugged tide.

Her pussy gripped his fingers, soaking them in slick, clear nectar; her anus pulsed in sync, squeezing his cock with a jolt that thrilled him. The previous trickle from her cunt swelled into a steady stream, slicking his shaft for deeper, easier thrusts into her ass—a baptism in her own betrayal.

“Yeah, you tastin’ that sweet forbidden fruit you been avoidin’.  Givin’ in to it, baby,” he taunted, his grin a venomous slash. “Your juices screamin’ how you love this. That white husband ain’t never takin’ your ass. I’m claimin’ every inch of you.”

She groaned, a helpless wretch drowning in a drugged stupor, his vile chant and the sensations swallowing her whole—a perverse spiral she couldn’t escape.

“Yeah, ass fuckin’ feel so good it got you tongue-tied, huh?” he pressed, relentless.

“Ah… nah… sick… ooh… ah… don’t…” she whimpered, voice a faint echo.

Kaylah’s tiny cross necklace rested above her pert breasts, glinting faintly—a forgotten relic as she warped beyond recognition in this drugged pit of surrender and debauchery.