Rape of landlord

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I raped my landlady. The landlady was, of course, a woman, a young married woman working in the education system. Why did I rape her? First, because I'm a normal man, and second, because she was incredibly sexy.
It was three years ago, I was a junior in college. Because the university was expanding its enrollment, many new students arrived, and the dormitories couldn't accommodate them all. Juniors were allowed to live off-campus, which made everyone incredibly happy, and they all rented apartments. As for me, needless to say, I always preferred to be alone, so when I heard the news, I immediately asked a friend to find me a place. My friend quickly replied that he had found me a small room near the commercial district, which was quite nice. I was delighted. This commercial district was, in fact, a veritable red-light district in this small town. That meant I could have sex with her whenever I wanted! Heh.
When I saw the landlady, my heart was pounding. Such a great figure, such white skin—only today did I understand what creamy skin meant; it looked like it would melt if you squeezed it. The landlady's voice was still sweet. I was oblivious to everything else. I paid and took the keys. When my friend patted me on the shoulder, I realized the landlady was already gone. My friend joked, "What's wrong? Staring blankly, were you mesmerized?" I laughed. "If only a young woman like that lived nearby, I could look at her every day and fantasize about her at night." "You little rascal, all you know is that," my friend laughed and playfully hit me. The landlady seemed quite wealthy. The room she rented to me was just a small room she bought, an empty room used for speculation. She wouldn't come over unless there was a reason.
This kept me up for several nights. I couldn't stand it anymore and would get up in the middle of the night to masturbate. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous sentences.) After seeing the landlord, I had no desire to see the prostitute anymore! I kept thinking about how I would see the landlord again. I wanted to see if I could have sex with him, even if it meant rape. I waited and waited, and a month came
, and it was time to pay the rent. I saw I had some free time that evening, so I called her and said, "Landlord, I'll give you the rent and utility bills tonight." The landlord answered the phone calmly and said, "Give the money to the young man downstairs. He's my colleague, and he'll give you a receipt for the utility bills." "My heart sank when I heard that. Damn, that guy's so lucky, working with such a beautiful young woman, he must be ecstatic. I didn't proactively pay the rent; am I crazy? I didn't want to pay unless the landlord showed up. After several days, I finally had no choice but to pay.
Heaven helps those who help themselves. An opportunity came, and it made me a little angry. That night, it suddenly started raining heavily. Something was wrong with the house; it was leaking, and everything in my room was soaked. It was uninhabitable, so I immediately called a friend and stayed at his place. When I got there, I angrily called the landlord. When I heard the landlord's voice, his usually angry and gruff voice... well, I don't know why..." I couldn't send a message, so I quietly explained the situation, hoping she could come and check. After hanging up, I suddenly lashed out at my friend with a burst of inexplicable anger, leaving her completely confused. What was wrong with me?
Dawn broke, the rain stopped, and I rushed to my dorm room. Thankfully, everything was wet, but the bed, which I had propped up, wasn't wet, so it seemed I could sleep there that night. But what about my belongings? I tidied up a bit, still a little annoyed, and lay down to rest. Just as I lay down, I heard a sound on the stairs. The landlady was coming! I was thrilled—a beautiful young woman! I immediately jumped up and went to see. The landlady saw me, gave me an apologetic smile, and I… I was mesmerized by her appearance, just staring at her and smiling foolishly. She said something like, "This, this..." The landlady, seeing my messy room, immediately knelt down to tidy it up. I felt embarrassed to ask her to clean, but then, something terrible happened. Her two... well, you know... breasts appeared in my vision, so white they made me dizzy. I didn't know what to do, and naturally, my little brother got up, pitching a tent. How could this happen? Maybe the landlady was worried something might happen to me when she got up in the morning! She dressed in a hurry, or maybe she has a habit of not wearing a bra. When she knelt down to clean my room, her low-cut t-shirt had a hole that let me see what was underneath. I was dizzy... Standing there, mesmerized by the dreamlike scene, the landlady's sudden look pulled me back from my reverie. I smiled wryly, a
struggle raging within me: what to do, how to proceed, should I even do it? I circled the landlady a few times, wanting one last look at her beautiful breasts, wondering how to get her into bed with me. Just then, the landlady suddenly got up and headed for the bathroom. I didn't know what she was doing. Looking around, I saw she was almost done cleaning; she was probably washing her hands. If I didn't act soon, the beautiful young woman I'd already won over would be gone. I immediately turned and drew the curtains, heading to the bathroom. The landlady came out just then, seeing the room dark, and said as she walked in, "Why are the curtains drawn? It's so dark." "She wanted to draw the curtains, and seeing this, I immediately followed her. As she reached for the curtains, both of my hands reached around to her breasts from behind. Oh, her breasts were so full! One hand couldn't hold them all, so I leaned against her, my chest against her back, my already aroused member pressing against her buttocks. Seeing my stance, the landlady no longer cared about drawing the curtains! She immediately tried to pull my hands away, but my two hands, having tasted the pleasure, wouldn't let go. I held her firmly..." Dong's chest. In the midst of their struggle, I saw the bed. Right, I immediately moved towards it, and with a burst of strength, pushed the landlady onto the bed. I flipped over and pressed myself against her face, immediately pressing my lips to hers to seal them shut, otherwise it would be bad if she screamed; there were people going up and down the stairs. The landlady tried to turn her head to avoid me, but I wasn't going to let her succeed so easily. She dodged left, I attacked right, leaving her helpless. This went on for about ten minutes. The landlady was exhausted; what could a woman possibly do? How much stamina did she have? Her head wasn't moving, but her lower body was restless, her legs twisting, trying to give herself some room to maneuver. I couldn't let her move; I held her down tightly. Rape could only be achieved by exhausting her stamina. Otherwise, how could I succeed? I'm not that kind of strong man. Half an hour had passed like this, and the landlady, after struggling for so long under me, didn't have much stamina left. But I still had some; my little brother was still burning with rage! I pinned her hands behind her back so I could free my hands to take off her clothes and pants. There wasn't much resistance, and I easily pulled off her pants with my hands and feet. Her panties were a sexy little triangle; I tore them with a forceful tug. I spread the landlady's legs apart with my own, making it easier for me to enter her vagina, which I had been longing for day and night. I arched my lower body and thrust towards that spot, but it didn't go in, which made me a little anxious. I immediately freed one hand to guide my little brother. I squeezed hard towards the spot. It went in, it went in! The action I had been thinking about and repeating every night had finally come true today.
I went in, and a surge of excitement coursed through me. It was a little wet inside, but not very lubricated, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I shifted my hips a few times, trying to adjust and hopefully get a better feel for it. Perhaps the landlady sensed that things had progressed to this point and there was no going back. Her body responded slightly; she must have been uncomfortable after being pinned down by me for so long! I thought I had succeeded, so I straightened up, and then thrust in. The landlady's body trembled; it seemed I had hit her G-spot. My hands were finally free, and I immediately started to remove the t-shirt that had led me to do this. As soon as the t-shirt was pulled down to her armpits, her two snow-white breasts, which I couldn't help but fondle every time I ate a steamed bun, popped out. My eyes widened, and I buried my head in them, lunging forward to bite down on her nipple and suckle. It was like when I was a child, suckling my mother's nectar—so absorbed, so excited. But I had no impure thoughts about my mother. At this moment, I cast aside all social morality, my eyes wandering, my lower body still thrusting passionately. Under my double assault, the landlord's body was aroused by primal instincts, responding naturally. Her honey hole also sensed, and waves of fluid flowed out. My thrusting became more natural and lighter, and the frequency increased to a high level. After a long period of friction, the landlord below also felt excited, twisting her body to adapt to the rhythm, and moaning at the same time. Encouraged by the landlord's passive cooperation, I became even more energetic. I thrust my lower body, my hands working back and forth on her breasts. I felt incredibly comfortable. After more than two hundred thrusts, I was too excited and couldn't hold back. I snapped, hugged the landlord tightly, and ejaculated. I ejaculated all inside her, I didn't care anymore. My whole body relaxed, and I lay on top of the landlord, not wanting to move. The landlord below, after the passion just now, was also enjoying the aftertaste of pleasure. I collapsed onto him, limp and exhausted, before I came to my senses. I flipped myself over, lying on my back, too weak to move, utterly drained by the passion. The landlord picked up the torn underwear I'd pulled down and used it to wipe himself, glancing at me with a hateful glint in his eye. He pulled up his pants, tidied his hair, and left without a word. When I came to my senses, I was alone in the room, grinning foolishly, savoring the passion of the moment. Soon, my penis became erect again. I longed for another round, but where could I find it? Thinking this, I felt a swelling. Reaching down, I felt a burning heat; it still held the lubricant from our passion. Thinking this, I moved it up and down until my hand was numb before finally pulling out.
In the days that followed, I relived the passion of raping the landlord countless times, relaxing my penis. I wondered what it would feel like if I had had more energy that day, to do it again, in a different position. I thought about it again and again, planned it again and again. But the chance was gone. The landlord hasn't seen me since, and the rent is always collected by the young man downstairs. I can't ask for anything more; once is enough. If the landlord's husband finds out, I think I'm doomed.
This is my first post here, so please give me your feedback if it's not well-written. I'll write more about my personal sexual experiences later to share with everyone.
I also want to have sex with her :d:d:dtnnd;p;p;p

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