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The Storm on 24-02-2020 08:15:13

She hoped and prayed for a moments reprieve. Her prayers ignored as if her God had abandoned her, Alison remained silent. A different entity seemed in control, rewarding George.

George sat beside her on the sofa and she glanced at his horrendously large penis. He had acquired another erection and it was big and hard again — like a huge over-ripe plantain. How could he keep going like this? He could not be human, she thought.

He suddenly grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into her flesh.

“No, let me go!” Alison yelped.

“We’re not finished yet. Get on my lap,” George growled, jerking her to him.

She knew what he wanted — he had made her do it to him like this previously — and it was so degrading.

When she resisted him before, however, he hit her and then fucked her hard for an extra long time. Fighting him again would only mean more pain and eventual physical pleasure. She realized it would be better to just do this with him now; get to the physical pleasure.

Even though she did not want to have more intercourse with him, there was really no way of avoiding it. She thought she was out of tears, but she began crying anyway as she straddled him.

“Please don’t make me do it to you again.”

“But you’re getting really good at it,” he callously replied.

“no …. Please, the other way” as she draped herself across George’s shoulders. George wrapped his arm around her petite waist, reached down and fumbled with his gigantic charcoal penis as if it was the wrong key he tried fitting into a lock — her lock where it absolutely did not belong.

Finally, the head of his behemoth cock found her pink, wet slit. She felt him parting her lips —slipping his cock inside her.

“Why are you making me do this?” Alison wept in frustration with this black Muslim man’s insanely large penis entering her vagina again. How long would this monster continue tormenting her?

George left her question unanswered and calmly stated. “We’ve done it this way before and you know what to do.”

His hands on her firm buttocks slowly guided them downward.

“Ow, ow,” Alison groaned, his huge black cock sliding further into her — the tumblers of her lock once again conforming for his wrong key.

Even after three days of frequent intercourse with him, she still felt his penis opening her, filling her — and her pussy stretching to accommodate it.

“Nice and easy,” George cooed. “That’s it — you’ll get used to it again soon and love it.”

He sickened her. He was not her husband and she did not want to get used to it again or love it.

Warm, salty tears running down her face landed on George’s shoulder and muscular chest, like the first drops of a summer shower. With his assistance, she slowly began moving her pussy up and down his cock while weeping.

” please stop making me do this with you. It’s wrong. I’m married and I can’t commit adultery.”

“Shush, it’s not that bad. I can tell you’re starting to like it. You’re getting so wet, Oh, yeah, that feels incredible.”

Her tears subsided but she still loathed him. She hated having his abnormally huge cock inside her and giving it pleasure.

Worst of all, she despised the pleasure his obscenely big penis began giving her.

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