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[Mature woman being violently raped in stairwell] 

A few nights ago, I went to an internet cafe. It was getting late, and since I had the next day off, I decided to stay

up all night.


I got bored in the chat rooms, so I used QQ to find local users and added a girl named "

Moonlight More Beautiful." We started with casual chatting, but then we seemed to be having a good time. She asked how old I was, and I said

26. She said she was 10 years older than me. As we chatted more, something felt special, and I asked if I could meet her. She

agreed , and we exchanged phone numbers.


The next day, I slept until noon. When I woke up, I texted her, but she didn't reply. I thought she was probably still

sleeping . It wasn't until 11 pm that she replied. I asked if she was free and said I wanted to meet her. She said

yes, gave me an address, and I took a taxi there! When I got off the bus, she was already waiting,

but her back was to me. I could only see her curly hair, and she was wearing the light yellow, tight-fitting casual outfit she had told me about,

along with a leather skirt and black leather boots. Judging by her figure, she was very attractive, not at all like someone who was 36.


I got out of the bus, went up to her, and patted her on the shoulder, praying she wouldn't look bad. When she turned around, I

was relieved. While not a stunning beauty, she was still very pretty, with big eyes, a high nose, and

excellent skin. She looked only slightly older than me.


There was no awkwardness at first sight; I was quite happy. She said she would take me somewhere. I asked where

, and she said it was her business. I didn't think much of it and went. When I arrived, I was furious. It

was a hair salon, basically a brothel. I never go to such places, but I was too embarrassed to say anything

directly , so I went in. As soon as I entered, she started calling for girls, trying to get me a massage. I said no, I

wouldn't go; I'd just sit for a bit and then leave. Then two more men came in, saying they were looking for Sister Ya. Oh, I forgot to mention

, Sister Ya is her. I got even angrier. So she was the owner of a hair salon. She

lured then ignored them and handed them over to the girls to take care of.


I'd actually fallen for it! I said it was too stuffy in the room and I was going out for some fresh air, and I left. I was going to just

leave, but the angrier I got, so I called her. I asked her what she meant. She said, "Since

you already know, then I'm sorry, those two online friends have already gone in and had sex with the girls.

Isn't that what you men do? It's not expensive, what difference does it make who you do it with?" I said, "I never touch girls. It's not about the

money, I just don't touch girls. Don't talk about it on the phone, I'm in the stairwell by the door, can you come out and talk?"

She agreed and hung up.


She came out immediately, walked up to me, and lowered her head, not daring to look at me. Seeing her like that, I

couldn't bear to say anything to her. I said, "Sister Ya, I came here for you, not to find a prostitute." She said, "It's just that

kind of thing, doing it with a prostitute is the same!" I thought, "Fine, I won't argue with her." I asked her if she had

time during the day. She said no, "Why don't you just do it with a prostitute?" I thought, "Fine, I don't believe I don't understand you."

I immediately pulled Sister Ya into my arms and hugged her. She struggled at first, but I immediately held her tightly.

She was still looking down. I put one arm around her slender waist and slipped the other hand inside her neckline to touch her breasts. Her

breasts were not small, very smooth, and felt very good. They felt like balloons filled with warm water when I squeezed them.


Her breathing gradually became heavier as I kneaded her breasts, eventually turning into deep gasps.

Her arms also broke free from my grasp and began to hug me. Seeing that the time was right, I picked her up and carried her to

the corner of the stairs between the first and second floors. She tried to struggle again, but I didn't stop her; the struggle was merely symbolic,

to preserve a little of her dignity.


After putting her down, I still held her in my arms and began to kiss her lips. While kissing her, I lifted

her skirt and stroked her genitals through her black fleece panties. Soon, she

began to moan softly. I then reached down and pulled down her blanket and panties, caressing her labia

and teasing her clitoris with my index finger. Soon, her juices flowed all over my hand. Seeing that I was truly ready,

I quickly used my other hand to unzip my blanket, take off my panties, and pull out my already erect penis.

She reached up and touched my penis, panting, "You're going to do me, right?" I hummed in agreement.

She turned around knowingly, bent over, grabbed the stair railing, and stuck out her white, tender buttocks, her legs

slightly parted. I held my penis, pressing the swollen, purplish-red glans against her entrance, moistened it with some of her love juice,

parted her labia, and with a little force, inserted the glans into her vagina. As I entered, she

let out a soft "oh," then turned back to kiss me, while I rubbed the glans in and out.


"Come all the way in, I haven't done it in over six months, don't torture me," she said.


I asked her curiously, "Don't you have a husband?" She said she and her husband had a bad relationship and hadn't

done it in the past six months.


I asked her again, "Don't you do it with other people?" She said she only did it with her husband, and meeting online was just for

business purposes.


I was delighted to hear this. I had assumed that someone in this line of work must have slept with countless men, but I hadn't expected her

to be such a respectable woman.


I continued to tease her with my glans until she couldn't bear it

any longer and covered her mouth with her hand to keep the noise from attracting attention. Her juices flowed down her legs. I suddenly thrust in, and

with a gasp of surprise, I plunged my penis into her, wildly pounding and thrusting until my entire penis was

inside her.


Then, I began to drive my large penis in and out of her vagina with a "glug-glug" sound!


"Oh," "Oh," "Oh," "Oh," Ya began to moan softly.


"Ya, is it good?" I asked. "Mmm," she mumbled in response.


I continued to fuck her vigorously, caressing her snow-white buttocks. In the darkness, I could vaguely see my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.

With each hard thrust, Ya let out a soft, joyful moan. She kept encouraging

me, saying things like, "Yes, like that," "Oh," "Fuck me harder," "Mmm," "Good, good, do it like that,"

"Oh," "Fuck me hard."


I started sucking on Ya-jie's earlobe, stimulating her desire. I kept thrusting into Ya-jie, and strangely enough,

because we were in the stairwell, afraid of being seen, I wanted to ejaculate as quickly as possible, but the more I thought about it, the less I could ejaculate.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt Ya Jie's vagina involuntarily tighten around my penis, her vaginal opening

sucking at the glans with each thrust, her vaginal muscles tightly wrapped around my penis, stroking it back and forth.

Hot vagina contracted sharply, seemingly

reaching orgasm.


I slowed my thrusting, enjoying the squeezing of Ya Jie's vagina, rubbing the glans against her vagina again. Once

she calmed down a bit, I resumed the vigorous thrusting. I held Ya Jie tighter and tighter, my penis plunging in and out, penetrating to

the deepest part of her body, wishing I could insert the glans into Ya Jie's uterus. While fucking her, I asked her

, "Ya Jie, when you invited your online friend, did you ever think you'd be doing this to him one day?"


"I did think about it," I said. "Oh," "Invited here by your online friend," "Ah," "Oh, oh," "He

wanted to too," "Ah, fucking me here."


"Then why didn't you let him do it, Ya Jie?" I asked again while thrusting.


"I don't want him to do it."


"Then how will you do it for me, Sister Ya?" I continued to tease her, thrusting into her hard a few more times.


Sister Ya swayed as I thrust into her, saying, "You bad boy, you're so bad, oh." "Oh,

I still like you." "Or, um, who will do it for you?" "Oh, little brother, why aren't you done yet? Being

young means you can do it."


Hearing her words, whether true or false, sounded good, but I was indeed about to ejaculate. I

had wanted to give her another orgasm, but it seemed impossible today. I felt a tense, hot sensation in my lower abdomen, so I quickly

thrust harder a few more times, and instantly, accompanied by a feeling of release, I released all the pent-up semen into

Sister Ya's uterus.


Wave after wave of semen shot into Sister Ya's uterus, first filling her uterus, then

slowly filling the vagina of this middle-aged beauty. Ya-jie involuntarily writhed, trying to absorb more of my semen,

until she felt her vagina was filled with my hot semen.


I knew that a woman shouldn't pull her penis out immediately after sex, otherwise the emptiness

would be torture, so I left my still-erect penis inside Ya-jie's vagina, even gently

moving it slightly. After about two or three minutes, I pulled out my gradually softening penis, and by the light from my phone,

I saw the semen that had accumulated inside Ya-jie's vagina flowing out of her vaginal opening, the milky white semen running down Ya-jie's

thighs.


I took out a tissue and wiped away the semen and vaginal fluid for Ya-jie, and then we both got dressed. After hugging and kissing

for a while , I returned to her shampoo room. Some of the girls looked at me and started laughing. I checked carefully and

found that the zipper of my blanket was stained with a lot of her vaginal fluid. I had to quickly find a place to sit down and chat with Sister Ya.

After half an hour, I got a little sleepy, so I said goodbye to Sister Ya and returned to my place.

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