Rape of a woman returning home late at night

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It was probably a few years ago. It was a hot midnight, and I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I felt hot all over, burning with desire. A sudden impulse struck me: to take advantage of the darkness and rape a woman walking home late at night.

I'd done this a few times before (on buses and with female students at night school), but always, a stranger would appear at the crucial moment, and I'd just grope the girl's breasts a couple of times and stop.

But that night, I felt like I was possessed. My wickedness took hold, and I kept searching for a target, but I couldn't find a suitable one. Yet, I had no intention of giving up.

I kept riding my motorcycle until I spotted a woman riding a 50cc scooter. I followed her, a surge of excitement making my whole body tremble slightly, my erection as hard as a rock.

I was going to fuck this woman hard, just like in those porn movies where the pervert ravages the women.

I'd fuck her until she was completely ravaged.

I kept a safe distance, afraid of being discovered. Seeing her turn her bike into a dark alley, I was about to accelerate and knock her down when I heard the sound of a motorcycle plowing a field.

I saw the woman sitting on the ground and quickly rode over to check on her. She was about 30 years old, petite with curly hair, and quite pretty.

I pretended to help her up, but actually wanted to take advantage of the situation. She was wearing a tank top and shorts (I forgot the color), and smelled strongly of Shaoxing wine. She slurred and grinned foolishly at me, saying, "Sorry... I'm drunk!"

What a stroke of luck! This saved me the trouble. Without wasting time groping her, one hand went straight into her t-shirt, vigorously kneading and squeezing her breasts. Damn! The other hand slid into her panties, touching her private parts.

What a slut! She wasn't even wearing a bra. My groin moved effortlessly, freely fondling her round, snow-white breasts, which must have been a 34C. Perhaps I used too much force, because five-finger marks appeared on her pink breasts. The woman cried out in pain, realizing she was being molested by a strange man. She tried to push me away, muttering,

"Get away... I only love my husband... Don't touch me...!"

Damn it! I slapped her twice right there and then. She was clearly a slut pretending to be a virtuous woman. I was probably blinded by lust at that moment. Right there on the street, I pulled out my rock-hard penis and shoved it into her mouth. I saw her mouth filled with my penis, making soft moaning sounds. I was about to enjoy the pleasure of raping a woman when I heard the sound of a motorcycle ahead. Startled, I quickly pulled my penis back into my pants, thinking that my good time had been ruined again.

I only saw what looked like a couple on the motorcycle; when they rode up to the side, they looked at the overturned motorcycle with suspicious eyes. I quickly pretended to call out, "Miss, you're injured, let me take you to the hospital!"

Luckily, the woman was drunk and mumbled, "I...I want to go home!"

The couple didn't seem to want to get involved and rode away. I breathed a sigh of relief, that was close! But when I looked up, I saw that bitch walking unsteadily to the apartment's iron gate, preparing to open it. I snatched the key from her and said, "Come on, let me open the door for you and take you home!"

I opened the iron gate and grabbed her. I originally wanted to drag her to the rooftop and rape her, but I found that the stairwell on the first floor of their apartment building led directly to the basement, so I dragged her to the basement stairwell; during the struggle, one of her high heels fell off at the front door.

"Fuck you, the basement's locked? I don't care, I'm already consumed by lust. I ripped off her t-shirt, kneading her round, white breasts with one hand while my mouth greedily sucked on her tender nipple on the other.

I don't care about being gentle; rape is about relentless fucking until the other person begs for mercy. I pounced on her nipples like a hungry tiger, her two nipples standing erect like raisins. She cried out in pain! (It hurts, be gentle...!) Afraid she'd cry for help, I pulled out my hot, throbbing, veiny penis with its enormous glans, and shoved it mercilessly into her mouth."

"Don't use your teeth, you hear me?" I gripped her hair tightly, making her neck swing back and forth. Because I was pulling her hair so hard, the bitch, though showing disgust, could only helplessly use her lips to hold it in. Sometimes it went too deep, choking her throat and causing her to gag as the glans slipped out of her mouth. My entire penis was covered in warm, wet saliva. Anyone who's ever done oral sex knows how pleasurable it is. Playfully, I whipped her face with my wet, smelly cock. The hard, hot cock slapped her face hard, making a "smack, smack" sound, further arousing my lust. So I thrust my big hot dog into her mouth again, pumping in and out.

Her lips tightly held my penis, her cheeks covered in saliva; the shaft slid back and forth in her mouth, rubbing against her tongue with a pleasurable sensation. Wow! That was really satisfying.

Looking at her dazed face, I didn't know if she had given up struggling or was simply too drunk to resist.

My penis moved back and forth, and her cheeks, which still held some beauty, would sometimes bulge from being filled with my cock, which inexplicably excited me.

I let her suck my big sausage for about ten minutes, satisfying my craving. Then I changed positions and used my fingers to pry open her vagina, relentlessly digging and probing until my fingers were covered in her juices, even pulling out the inner flesh.

I then shoved my fingers into her mouth, and whether she was scared of me or truly a slut, she actually started sucking on them herself, incoherently calling me "daddy."

Damn it! I wonder if this bitch has been fucked by her father before. Fuck!

I flipped her over, her fair body spread out in a starfish shape, lying naked on the steps. Actually, the position of fucking on the steps wasn't comfortable, but the stimulation of raping a woman was indescribable.

That bitch was probably pretty drunk. As I roughly played with her, she could only utter

weak moans and groans, submitting helplessly. I ravaged her fair body.

Her full breasts were covered in a dozen finger marks from my gripping. I deliberately sucked five or six kiss marks on her breasts, as a memento of my pleasure.

I forcefully thrust my erect penis into her vagina, twisting my hips as my penis violently pumped in and out of her. My entire penis was deeply inside her, my hands gripping her swaying breasts tightly.

I occasionally rubbed and squeezed them with my rough palms, causing her to beg me to be gentle. I licked every inch of her skin, fucking her wildly for about ten minutes. When I felt the urge, I ejaculated inside her, the thick white semen slowly flowing from her hairy opening.

Hee hee! Hee hee! The woman's entire body was covered in bruises and teeth marks from my sucking, from her breasts, back, thighs, and buttocks. There were also faint bloodstains on her areolas from the excessive force. I even squeezed her breasts so hard they resembled a five-finger bra! Heh! This chick will have to admire my handiwork every time she showers for several days.

The woman lay motionless, her legs spread wide, completely naked. Her mind was much clearer after I ejaculated.

I quickly helped her put her clothes back on, even putting her purple panties in my pocket as a trophy. I was about to leave when I saw the woman lying on the ground, and my lust rekindled. I decided to take her home, take nude photos of her, imprison her, and slowly ravage her a couple more times.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard footsteps on the stairs. A man came down, saw me holding the woman, and angrily slapped her hard across the face without a word. The woman groggily opened her eyes, looking aggrieved, and muttered to herself.

Having been brutally raped, she was already physically and mentally traumatized, and then slapped in the face. That woman must be seething with rage.

Oh no! Could it be her husband? The man roared, "Who are you? Why are you holding my wife?!"

Luckily, I'm quick-witted and immediately made up a lie: "Sir, your wife was drunk and bumped into my car on the road. I was just kindly bringing her home. See for yourself!"

Her husband, seeing his wife completely drunk beside him, and seeing me feigning innocence, was suspicious but helpless.

"Oh! Is that so? Sorry for the misunderstanding, thank you!"

"You're welcome! It was nothing!" He secretly gloated, "You idiot, your wife was raped by me, and you're thanking me? Who else would wear this huge green hat if not you! Your wife was played with by me, we're practically brothers now."

Her husband probably suspected I was his wife's lover and kept asking me about my background. Moron, how could I tell you? I made up an excuse and slipped away.

I imagine her husband, seeing his wife's body covered in hickeys and teeth marks, her genitals a mess, with a lump of my semen left after we had sex, knowing his woman was ruined, would probably be furious and go crazy. After committing the crime, I often lingered at the scene. I'm telling everyone this just to satisfy the pleasure I get after committing violence! Ha! Ha! Ha!

[The End]

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