I checked my lower body and there was still residual semen.
Oops! I rushed to the shower, breaking down and crying in pain as I scrubbed my ravaged body.
Chagrined, he recalled who the beast was.
I’m sorry for my husband and can’t wash away the sloppiness of being sexually assaulted.
Married for 5 years and almost 28 this year.
I never thought this would happen to me.
Regret, I love to dress up, keep my body slim and plump, and take care of my skin regularly.
And yet, it caused such an encounter! I quieted my mind and looked for clues that I was too drunk and defenseless.
Checking the body is not injured, the room is not peaceful and messy, and there is a brewed ginseng tea.
The inmate even tucked me in and turned off the lights and locked me up before he left.
I suspected an acquaintance! I just realized that the inmate actually removed my makeup! Oh, my God! How drunk was I?
Hurt cried red eyes and fell asleep from exhaustion…then a few days went by without incident, as a one night stand! I couldn’t take it either.
I tried hard to pretend it didn’t happen, and I’m not a big girl anyway.
My husband is also away a lot, and I make an effort to check to make sure I don’t leave any evidence behind.
I thought I had succeeded in fooling myself and hiding it from the world…The last few days I’ve had flowers delivered to my seat by John Doe, and I’ve taken it in stride.
It’s a common thing because there are so many people in the building who don’t know I’m married.
The company has recently taken on a large corporate project, and everyone is busy working overtime.
As usual, I worked late into the night.
I was suddenly woken up, and it turned out that I had fallen asleep.
I panicked and apologized, and it turned out to be William, the managing director of the company’s advertising department.
All previous impressions of him were of seriousness and harshness, and of following the law in all things.
Today, perversely, I was forgiven and offered a ride home.
I wanted to decline, but because the hitchhiker’s coworker actually left without me.
And I was caught napping at work and took the opportunity to explain myself to please my boss.
On the parking lot, I realized he actually had a driver and an RV for transportation.
It’s true that they are the top management of the company. Befriending them will always help them to get promoted in the future.
Carefully measured, the other body is well maintained, only the face pimples bumps old marks.
I curry favor by saying it’s not easy, young and talented, already at the top of the company! And an RV.
He was serious about going back to the company car, not small has been 35! Are you hungry? I cover my mouth to snicker only 35, wow, I thought you 45, look really old.
At that moment his stomach grumbled indiscreetly, and it was his turn to cover his mouth and snicker.
All of a sudden I thought he was quite cute, not good looking, but manly.
Serious suits and suits, he snickers indeed disproportionately but with a human touch.
When we arrived at the restaurant for dinner, we were all silent.
I’m starting to feel the pressure again.
I tried to talk about the company and he came back to me I was off work.
Maybe he felt rude and started making conversation about your family.
Talking about personal matters interested him and I took the opportunity to brag about my husband’s high income as a doctor.
He would also follow up with questions about my interests, which felt quite comfortable.
But nothing about him.
Looks like there’s no way for the bah humbug.
When we were almost done with our meal, I froze.
He also had bodyguards and didn’t realize in the car that there were two people sitting in the front.
When the bouncer reminded it was getting late and called for the check I did something stupid.
I’d like to say my treat for thanking him for driving me home and taking me to dinner.
The bill turned out to be 40,000. My God, what’s the food? Gold? Notice how 2 bottles of red wine is already more than 30,000. It’s outrageous, bullying the staff.
You tried to bribe your boss? Turns out he paid for it.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s just his seriousness and indifference that eats at me, and he’s not a bad guy.
Because the wine is good and high-grade expensive goods, do not drink white not drink.
And I got greedy.
When he dropped me off at home, he insisted on walking me up and I politely refused.
He coldly returned You’ve had too much to drink and I need to go to the bathroom.
I’ll have a hot towel ready when he goes to the toilet, so I’ll be nice.
You’re blushing like crazy. Are you okay? Hot towels are fine for you to use yourself.
My original drunken blush became even redder.
Not at all. I can still drink. I’m a good drinker. The red wine was really good earlier.
Yeah? Don’t be a hero.
I defiantly grabbed my husband’s years old wine collection and came out as a thank you for treating me earlier.
Your wine…it’s not really drinkable! He picked up his cell phone and ordered his bodyguard to bring up wine.
Wow, you carry your wine around with you? Well, nothing but good wine.
I tried the wine he brought and it was really good smooth and flavorful.
Look at the bottles again, they are expensive.
He kissed me softly and very suddenly, and I was momentarily taken back.
He went back to drinking.
I applied my mouth in surprise, wanting to scold him and thinking his kisses were svelte.
I warned William, it looks like you’re drunk and it’s getting late… He acted on his drink and came over and hugged me again, then kissed me.
I tried to push away and felt his arms tighten, but the lips and kisses were really gentle.
Highly skilled, I was a little hard pressed to resist being kissed by him.
In the back of my mind, remembering how rarely I’m intimate with my husband, and his obesity and lack of understanding…I pushed away anyway, and he actually said it wasn’t the first time.
I was annoyed at his unbridled humiliation.
Say what? I’m not a random person.
He actually finished undressing quickly, with a great body and bronzed, muscular curves.
The point was that the one he had an erection on…stood tall and erect was charming! You…you, what’s wrong with you? What do you want? I don’t want.
He rushed over and rubbed my waist and kissed my neck.
Crap, moves like that are killer for me.
At the moment I was powerless to resist, with moans and dissipation.
I could feel his hot rod, rubbing against my thigh.
Several times I lustfully attempted to get a firm grip on his rod.
I stopped myself from thinking about it and realized that as soon as I grabbed it, I was willing it.
I tried denial and thought resistance, but my body couldn’t help itself.
He whispered in my ear and exhaled hot breath, making me horny as hell.
His compliments and teasing sent layer after layer of me spiraling out of control.
I knew I did have some beauty, and I knew better that he was only there to fuck me.
But I have needs too, I can feel my sex juices coming out of my bottom.
Suddenly I felt a tightness in my breasts, and he was already rubbing my breasts and undressing at the same time.
I grabbed his elbow and tried to push away but only grasped it, unable to push away.
I felt those two pieces of flesh on my chest being rubbed, like a massage, like a caress, like a soothing, stimulating contradictory comfort.
Comfortably, I put my hands back, like I was being violated voluntarily.
I spread my thighs, exposing my bottom in anticipation of his arrival.
He sure didn’t let me down.
May I assume he will be as rude and acute as my husband.
Instead he was very gentle and sweet.
His touch, his force, his tendency to scratch the itch.
Finally I gave myself the excuse that we are all people who need comfort.
As long as it’s not excessive, consider it a trade.
To put it bluntly, it’s an excuse to press my desires.
I would have restrained myself, and the first thing I did, as if liberated, was to look for a rod to grab! I can’t tell you the moment I grabbed that hot, firm rod.
Like a drift and struggle in a very thirsty ocean, fighting to catch the rod of my dreams.
There’s something satisfying, exciting, soothing, triumphant about it.
How do I know that as soon as I grabbed his rod…he stopped.
A lewd laugh from him woke me up and I realized I had lost.
At that moment I hurriedly let go and pushed him away.
He rubbed his nose once.
Can’t help it, can you? You want it too, don’t you? Come here! It’s your turn to serve me.
He dragged up a chair and sat down spreading his thighs.
Confidently swinging like a big flagging phallus.
I felt sick at his change in attitude and suddenly my libido was all but gone.
Hmph, what are you? You really think I can be done whatever you want? Do you? You come over here and see what this is? He picked up his cell phone and it was full of explicit and humiliating nude photos of me.
How cheap and slutty all the poses are.
How is that possible? How did you get it? The mind recalled a while back, a one-night stand…no, being violated.
I was extremely devastated and suddenly I was filled with fear and an overwhelming inner panic.
How could I not believe that the man in front of me was a horny beast.
An hour ago, it was the nobleman I was trying to suck up to, the company executives I was trying to curry favor with in a hundred different ways.
Curious? Come here, serve me slowly and I’ll tell you! I’m trembling all over. It’s over. My nightmare has come! If you don’t come over, I’ll post it on the internet, or on the company’s website? I’m scared shitless, but I know it’s too late to send it.
I dropped over on my knees and took his rod painfully.
I was in tears, but didn’t dare slack off.
Put all the effort you can to make a man happy.
Please, don’t.
I’ll do whatever you want me to do, don’t take the photos…that’s obedient, the day you ktv drunk.
I’m the one who gave you a ride home.
In my mind, I thought I knew that already, or how else would I have all these pictures.
Fearful, I began to preoccupy myself with calming him down first.
Look for an opportunity to grab your cell phone back.
Slowly I began to calm down, my eyes deliberately teasing and my expression enjoying it.
And touching himself up.
I knew it was only a matter of time before I was raped.
I then had to do everything in my power to make him cum quickly.
I squirmed up and down while holding the rod, my lips matching my tongue’s teasing of the glans.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath enjoying the extreme pleasure of the service.
And the occasional little shiver.
I dabbed my tongue along the glans to the shaft and my hand tweaked the balls.
I realized he was supposed to be close to cumming, and I rushed to make a focused stunt.
I put my muzzle to this urethral opening and then slowly swallowed the rod in my mouth.
This stunt is a stunt that my ex to hubby can’t get enough of.
Even though he was the longest and strongest prick I’d ever seen, it felt like the meat was still being swallowed through me.
The glans was also stuck in the throat.
I haven’t finished my trick yet.
The best part of this trick is that I don’t gag and get nauseous when I get it stuck in my throat, I can still stimulate my rod in a gag-like fashion until I cum.
Men love it when women swallow sperm, and I can swallow sperm without going through my taste buds.
Sperm is very tonic, but I don’t like the taste of sperm.
I don’t even need to go through my throat to finish off the cum.
Hey, hey, it’s really great.
You’re the only woman who can finish swallowing my meat stick! I swallowed my meat stick and turned red.
Only to find to…actually ineffective.
I squeezed the prick with all my throat power and he actually didn’t cum! I lost so badly the first time, am I getting old? I spit out my prick and I sat down in front of him with my head down in frustration.
Can I stick it in you now? Was I able to say no? When I knew I didn’t make him cum, I was out of luck.
He picks me up and pushes me back down on the couch.
Wrenched my thighs apart and carried them on his arm.
No, I don’t want it.
Please.
I don’t want it. I really can’t.
Knowing that it was useless to say anything, he dared not resist vigorously.
I’ll be the one to suffer if I piss him off.
Can you not? It’s really not okay to do this, I don’t like it, I don’t want it He held the rod and rubbed it against my pussy slit teasingly, the glans along the gaping hole and against my clit again.
I’m married, don’t do this, I have a husband, yes, I have a husband! Sure enough he stopped, and seeing him hesitate I thought I was saved, he was concerned.
Pfft he’s sticking his nose in! How about you talk to him now? He picked up his cell phone then gestured for me to hear it and I was shocked on the spot.
I broke down, completely overwhelmed by his sudden attack.
The lower half of my body was sore and swollen from the assault and my lower body was stuffed and thrust very deeply with meat.
The tingling fullness of my whole body was so comfortable and painful that it could be described as pleasurable pleasure! The upper half of my body was thinking, how can I explain this? That I was being raped more than once? That it was my boss? How do I explain how he came in? That we had dined together earlier? Suddenly it occurred to me how could he possibly have my husband’s phone number? I realized I was being played.
I took advantage of the situation and grabbed my cell phone, trying to delete all of the obscene and profane photos.
It’s amazing that he didn’t care one bit and instead continued to violate me.
Strong thrusts and hard on… At that moment I had absolutely no way to concentrate on disposing of the photos on my cell phone, and a surge of pleasurable stimulation came over me, making me dizzy and excited and soothed.
The cell phone couldn’t hold onto the falling ground either, and I could feel his confidence.
He knew I couldn’t keep deleting my cell phone despite the ravages of his rod.
I also confirmed his stamina and sexual prowess during oral sex.
A defeated and completely subjugated by him, completely defenseless.
This kind of master can’t be hard to beat, I bet it’s time-consuming.
But…I haven’t had this kind of anticipation in a long time, it’s the longing that is what I want! And to think that my husband hasn’t initiated intimacy with me in a long time.
Often didn’t come home from work, or else got drunk and used me as a whore.
He was over before I even started.
The most important thing is that there’s no sex drive left.
My husband’s obesity, monkeying around with no foreplay, made me feel uninterested at first too.
Occasionally I masturbate, fantasize sexually, and look forward to sex.
After all, I’m still a woman, I can’t be generous and open, I always need to be reserved.
I always fantasize, without realizing it, about being violated against by someone other than my husband.
I’m not a good woman if the object is not my husband.
But when I think of my husband, it’s like cold water on my head.
He tilted his body back and forth thrusting into me as he kept watching the mating of his meat and honey.
I peeked at him, colorful but well built, muscular and curvy.
It’s not a great look, but underlit at first glance, it’s pretty cool.
Watching him sweat and drench his pecs and abs gave me instant feelings of happiness.
With my lower body being violated, I suddenly shook myself in tandem and I lost my mind.
With his speed and force, the friction between his penis and pussy didn’t slowly diminish, it intensified! He was a first class sex master, and time and time again he made me moan and cry out of control with pleasure.
When I repressed myself from falling into the slut charge of being quick to rape as well.
He suddenly licked up my toes as he made love! I had a sudden surge of lower body pressure.
I’m leaking! One could feel the lewdness spilling out beside the opening of the hole because of the barrier of the rod! He withdrew his prick and took a few steps back.
I saw the wet rod, even the balls were soaked and dripping.
I was surprised and dumbfounded, never before had I been so rude and so fastidious, paralyzed all over! How did he know about my eccentric preferences? My husband would never lick my toes.
The corners of his mouth quirked in a lewd smile as he dabbed a finger at the lewd residue on his rod.
And then put it in your mouth to savor it and let it out so quickly? Hey, hey, it’s been suppressed for a long time! He proceeded to lift my thighs and pivot my pussy lips to lick and suck all the pussy water clean.
Can’t take it anymore! Stop it! Stop it! It’s sensitive.
Awww…it’s hard! He’s doing all the moves that my husband won’t do.
I love it and hate it…love it because I’ve never tried this kind of fun before and I’m really afraid of getting addicted.
I hate that I don’t know if I’ll have this kind of chance, this kind of opportunity in the future! It tastes weird, but I like it! Because of these words, it was like I was unshackled, as if the bonds had been set free, and I melted instantly.
I am full of joy, I have enjoyed it, I have got it! I have forgotten my husband, I have forgotten my worries, I have not thought about the eyes of the world and its morals and ethics.
Can you stick it in me harder? I…and I have to lift my thighs voluntarily.
Holding a leg in each left and right hand, he unashamedly displays his lower body.
But not daring to look at him directly.
I thought he would be wildly insulting or verbally trashing me.
I was poisoned in the moment.
Begging like a drug addict, I’ve lost all sense of shame and dignity to stop the addiction.
Instead, he leaned in close and kissed me, his meat stick pressed against the railed slit of his pussy, and I was inwardly stunned.
Rape me, rape me, I want cock, I want your hang, I volunteered.
He’s deliberately trying to make me anxious. He’s really going overboard.
Intentionally teasing me and playing me! In a moment of rage, I actually kicked him away.
No more games, not in the mood! I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, forgetting that I still had a hold on him.
Forgot for a moment because of spoilers.
In the bathroom scared and regretful! I looked at the unlocked door as I showered and was terrified.
What I didn’t expect, he followed in.
And I was unusually grounded in my heart.
Saying no more games is excessive.
Completely ignoring people’s feelings.
But in my mind I was trying and covering up, the photo was still in his hands and it was good to come in.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around me and we fell in love.
He’s always furtive.
And I somehow didn’t take it seriously, helping him with his shower, applying his back, and washing his meat stick.
It feels as if couples, completely dismissing what happened before as rape or assault.
The heart knows and feels that they are all adults, and it is useless to argue when things are not done.
By the time he wiped his body clean, he actually attempted to get dressed, and I thought there was more to it.
I was on fire, obviously he hadn’t ejaculated yet either.
Do you think I’m not attractive? Play enough and leave.
I suddenly slapped him and we both flinched.
How could you rape me! I was actually lusting inside.
He sneered, and from slow motion suddenly avian on top of me again, pressing against me.
I was overwhelmed by his unpredictability.
Do you still want to? I shyly pretend to be angry and shake my head no.
Then I’ll rape you now! Bastard, it turns out he doesn’t like to cooperate, he likes to force people.
Finally I caught it.
No, I don’t want to, I’m sorry, I don’t dare, I really don’t want to! I didn’t want him to but he turned his glans towards the opening of his hole, making a move to thrust but like he was waiting for my command.
Hee hee William, do you want me to say yes or no? He laughs silently, then lifts my hands, my breasts and armpits fully exposed.
In fact, I have a quirk for being tied up and then admired.
Instead, he licked up my armpits, and every now and then he would take a deep breath and sniff them.
It woke me up, and even I didn’t realize that I liked being sniffed under my armpits.
Inside I was hoping for more, and more and more.
But pretend to break free.
Obviously he didn’t push very hard either, I could have gotten away with just a little push.
But…I really like being treated for this.
I was looking forward to his rod even more.
I love to be teased at the top and pumped at the bottom.
I’m in love with making love! Please leave me alone, I don’t want to.
I don’t like it.
It dawned on me that he was waiting for my instruction to chew.
I found that I also resisted and refused.
The more he’ll fulfill me.
I came out like a fountain one at a time.
One at a time the pleasure made me dizzy and paralyzed.
When I woke up, I realized I was naked.
I checked my lower body and there was still residual semen.
This time, instead, I dipped into the cum and savored it, sweetly lolling on the bed.