I felt his cock stretching my pussy even more and I knew he was going to cum. He grabbed my hips forcing his cock deeper inside filling my pussy with ...is hot cum. Then I went back to work full of his cum. The rest of the time I was working I could not stop thinking of how much I loved fucking his cock. I could feel his cum running down my leg, leaking from my pussy. After work he told me to meet him at a park by work in the back where no one goes. We walked down the path to a bench sitting. .................."Now moving his hand dangerously close to her vagina he whispered, "Phyllis, are you getting wet, I could swear that I can smell your arousal!?!" This couldn't be happening to her. A sharp career woman just sitting there and letting a total stranger feel her out. To top that off ask her the most intimate of questions, but for some reason she couldn't resist him, and in a small voice she offered, "Y-yes, I'm very wet, I can't seem to help it!!!"With only inches to go, and. She had to behave. The clever, hopeful, scheming part of her still saw escape as an option. Over the course of the last few weeks, she'd tried several times, and each time he'd caught her, she'd lost what few 'privileges' she still had. She'd been reduced to…being tied up naked whenever he went out. It was humiliating. It was so many things she could hardly even acknowledge, even to herself. "Are you going to rape me again?" she said. Her tone accused him, and for a moment he looked hurt. "Does. Then i started sucking to get him harder. He told me to put the condom on him and lube it up. i stroked him hard. He turned me around and pushed me down so was standing with my hands resting on the bed. i watched him in the mirror as he stood behind me slapping my ass with his cock, asking if i wanted his black dick. He made me tell him “i want your black cock.” He took the poppers from the bag and said “I know why you asked for this too,” and gave it to me. i took a nice hit and my head.