Rape of a sexy married woman

My friend Pauline is a married woman. She's 1.6 meters tall, with an oval face and large, expressive eyes. Actually, you don't even need to see her figure; her eyes alone are very sexy, although her figure is impeccable: straight, smooth shoulders, a neck that's neither too thick nor too thin, and long, straight, smooth hair. Her breasts are almost perfectly developed. While her waist isn't incredibly slender, it complements her overall figure beautifully, and she always walks with impeccably straight posture. Combined with her long legs, I was fortunate enough to see her in a slit skirt; her thighs were full and rounded, and her calves were straight and long, giving her an extraordinary air. After all, she works as a hostess in an entertainment venue.
We don't know each other very well; we met indirectly. Last summer, she moved into a new house and invited us over, which we gladly accepted. After admiring the cozy room, a group of friends and I sat down to play cards. Pauline sat opposite me, wearing a V-neck t-shirt from Chanel (I believe no girl doesn't recognize this brand). Because she frequently had to reach for cards on the table, she would lean forward occasionally, her ample white breasts and clearly defined cleavage always making my heart flutter.
Soon, I was utterly defeated. I helplessly threw down my cards, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed, "No, no, I can't turn this around." Hearing that I was about to give up, Pauline smiled at me, "Don't be like that, we're having so much fun. Come on, let me help you get the cards, so you can switch hands." Truly a lady of high society, so understanding.
So, Pauline gave her seat to the girl next to her and sat next to me. With several people sitting on the sofa, we were pressed tightly together, my thigh against her side hip (I was sitting further back because she had to get the cards). I could feel the pressure from her buttocks; they were quite firm.
My erection began to tighten, blood rushing to my head. To relieve the pressure, I leaned back, which almost made my nose bleed. She was wearing low-rise pants, and every time she leaned over to grab the cards, the waistband would slip down, revealing not only her smooth, supple waist but also the barely visible edge of her buttocks. I think she was completely unaware, because she was having so much fun, occasionally leaning closer to me, mysteriously showing off the cards in her hand. At these times, Pauline's breasts were almost pressed against my arm; the combination of firmness and softness was almost unbearable, coupled with her sweet fragrance… I was on the verge of collapse.
I tried hard to control myself, but my instinctive reaction was a severe test for the quality of my pants; the buttons, like my nerves, were on the verge of breaking down. Afraid of being discovered, I pretended to go get some water and got up from my seat.
After the meal, everyone left, and I followed the group downstairs. Suddenly, I remembered that I had left my camera at her house, so I told everyone to go ahead and went back alone. I knocked on Pauline's door, and the sight before me was breathtaking. She had changed into a silk nightgown, revealing her delicate shoulders and full breasts. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, the hem of which, though knee-length, revealed her smooth, white legs. Her questioning gaze was captivating; I was stunned.
I stammered out my reason for returning, and she smiled gently, saying, "You have a good memory." To me, it sounded like a coquettish rebuke, her voice sweet enough to melt anyone's heart, though I knew she meant no harm. I went inside, closing the door behind me. Pauline didn't seem to notice, turning her back to me as she walked in to find my camera. Behind her, I shamelessly admired the hem of her nightgown bulging under her full hips, and I felt an urge to lift it up.
When she found the sofa, she bent down and rummaged through the lattice. I was behind her the whole time, and suddenly, a force from somewhere pushed me forward. I pretended to trip, then pounced on her—or perhaps "pounced" would be more accurate—and pressed my hand down on her buttocks. I felt the deep crevice, because my hand was almost embedded in it. I then pulled my hand up along the cleft of her buttocks. My God, the silky feel was like touching her skin.
Pauline turned around abruptly, giving me a reproachful look. Seeing that it was unintentional, she didn't seem to care and straightened her clothes. She continued searching by the TV cabinet. Perhaps she had sensed something earlier and was trying to keep her distance, but the stimulation had left me in a semi-conscious state. I gradually approached her, admiring her captivating body and inhaling her alluring fragrance. I finally couldn't control myself anymore. I went over and grabbed her waist from behind, pressing my hard lower body against her high, full buttocks.
Pauline was quite surprised and desperately tried to pry my arms off her. I held her tightly, pressed my lips to her earlobe, and gently bit it. Her body trembled, and she let out a muffled groan, struggling to break free. I pressed her against the wall, making her face down. I held her hands tightly with one hand, pressing them against the wall, while my other hand slid down to her breasts through her thin nightgown. Her breasts bounced and swayed under my kneading, changing shape at will. I could no longer control the strength in my hands.
Pauline's voice was choked with sobs as she cried out, "What are you doing... no... ah..." Pauline lived on the top floor with soundproof windows, so I wasn't worried about her cries being heard and didn't stop. I leaned close to her ear and said breathlessly, "I know your husband is out of town. Aren't you lonely? You're so sexy, don't you know how attractive you are to men? Don't you crave to be pampered by men...?" Before I could finish, Pauline shouted, "Let me go! I don't want to be forced! I..." Before she could finish, I sealed her lips with mine, kissing her forcefully. As our tongues intertwined, I sucked hard, and she could only let out a faint sob.
The more Pauline struggled, the tighter I pressed my body against hers. My hands moved from her chest down to her abdomen, her flat and soft belly pulsating with her rapid breathing. Without lingering, I continued down her lower abdomen. She struggled even more, but it was all in vain. Without any resistance, I thrust between her legs, kneading her vulva through her panties.
I pressed my lower body even tighter against Pauline's buttocks. To avoid my hands, she tightened her legs and arched her back. Did I mention how flexible her waist was? I rubbed my hand against her waist, holding her tightly. My hard erection felt the pressure from her elastic buttocks; it was almost as if she was cooperating with me.
I lifted Pauline by the waist and carried her behind the sofa. I pressed her against the back of the sofa, making her lean forward with her abdomen against the backrest. This way, her upper body was suspended in the air, her lower body on the ground, and her buttocks were raised high and completely exposed to me. She couldn't exert any strength and could only struggle futilely. Caught off guard, I lifted her skirt. Her full buttocks and round, long thighs almost made me dizzy. Her buttocks, that round bottom without an ounce of fat, were very firm, rising from the base of her equally full thighs. Any man would want to grab her and have a vigorous fucking.
"Let me go, I beg you, ah...no..." That cry of "no" sent a shiver of excitement through me, because I was roughly tearing down her panties, which she was tightly clutching to her thighs, all the way down to her heels. As I pulled, Pauline was almost suspended in mid-air. Her lower body was completely exposed.
Pauline cried out in a threatening tone, "You can't do this! What are you doing? I... I won't let you defile me... um." The "um" came from my hand pressing heavily on her labia and kneading them. It seems that no matter the situation, instinct is still irresistible. But she quickly recovered. "What do you want to do?" (Do you even need to ask?) "Ah, you dare..." I leaned over Pauline's smooth, white back again, gently breathing into her ear as I said, "I can't control myself either. You're so alluring. Your rosy nipples have only been sucked by your husband. Don't you think that's a pity? Your ass has only been penetrated by one man. Don't you think that's not worth it? Your naked body has never been violated like this. Don't you want to experience what it's like to be forced on by a man?" (I deliberately made it more explicit). Pauline simply closed her eyes, as if that would also close her ears, but no, she shook her head desperately, enduring my violation while avoiding my words.
I increased the pressure on her hands, and my thumb slid upwards along her buttocks. Pauline knew where she was going, so she struggled even more. I pressed her back down, my fingers relentless, until finally my thumb reached her anus. She shuddered violently again, letting out a long moan, and buried her head down hard. I knew Pauline was very sensitive there. So, while kneading her labia, I pressed and rubbed her anus. She was going crazy, unsure whether it was excitement, fear, or resentment, her body tensing up, making her two flawless, snow-white buttocks look even firmer. I leaned close
to Pauline's ear and said, "Does it feel good? If it does, moan. There's more to come." She stared at me fiercely, tears streaming down her face. Just as she was about to speak, my fingers parted her labia, slipped into her tender flesh, pressed against her clitoris, and quickly teased her. She could only open her eyes wide and try to endure it. Then, a surprise came. I felt something overflowing from her vagina. She hadn't wanted it before, but in just a few minutes, she was already aroused.
I said softly, with a mocking tone, "Not a little slut yet." Pauline bit her lip in humiliation, but a blush had already risen to her cheeks. Her cries of "No, no" were intermittent. I pulled down her bra strap with my hand that had been on her shoulder. She tried to grab it, but I forcefully pressed my thumb into her anus. She released her grip, and her nightgown easily slipped down to her waist. Pauline was completely naked.
Such a charming woman, an entertainment venue hostess, usually so aloof, now, naked and lying before me… it's easy to imagine how aroused I was. I couldn't wait to grab Pauline's breasts, cupping them and moving them up and down, wanting her to see the wanton way her breasts were being violated.
Due to her loss of balance, Pauline's hands couldn't always resist me; occasionally, she had to brace herself on the sofa. So, I almost recklessly enjoyed her most private parts. She got a little anxious and started yelling at me, but I couldn't hear a word she said. My brain was numb. I raised my hand and slapped her plump, white buttocks with a "smack." Pauline cried out, but didn't dare look back at me. She lowered her head and cried, her cries carrying a sense of resigned defeat. I didn't stop. I continued to slap her buttocks slowly but firmly. With each slap, she let out a cry. Gradually, she stopped resisting and just begged me to stop. This was probably the first time she had ever begged someone.
I took a little of her secretions from below and deliberately showed it to Pauline, then smeared it on her anus, because I was preparing to insert my thumb deeper. Once inside, I thrust in and out of Pauline's anus, rubbing it occasionally, while simultaneously inserting my finger even deeper into her vagina. To my surprise, after about ten thrusts, she suddenly convulsed a few times, accompanied by suppressed moans, and from her vagina, streams of warm vaginal fluid gushed out, staining her swollen buttocks and wetting the floor.
No wonder Pauline hadn't made a sound. She slumped down, but her body remained draped over the sofa back. Seeing that she had no intention of resisting, I walked to the front of the sofa, knelt on one knee on the seat, and brought my already throbbing erection to her. I fucked Pauline with an unquestionable gaze. She was a mature woman and of course knew what I meant, but having never been forced before, she hesitated. Then, I pulled another tactic, threatening her, "Pauline, I've already gone all out today, you don't want me to tell anyone, right..." She reluctantly raised her head, slowly raising her hand to unbutton my shirt, pull down my trousers, and then slowly pull down my underwear. The rhythm was simply... Perhaps due to the excessive handling, my penis had gone from hard to semi-soft. Pauline held my base with one hand and supported my hip with the other. Her tender skin and long, fleshy fingers gave me a great stimulation, and I almost lost control. She first stroked it back and forth for a while, and seeing that I didn't get aroused, she looked up at me, then her hand supporting my hip moved to my scrotum, gently playing with it. Then she straightened her alluring neck, opened her jade mouth, and took my glans in, sucking it a few times with a little force. It was definitely a feeling of bliss, I'm sure you all believe it. I immediately became very aroused.
Pauline moved her head back and forth, letting my glans go in and out of her mouth. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed it, saying "tongue." She was indeed clever; she immediately curled her tongue and licked my glans. Then, as long as I gave a command, she would be right there. In this way, I fully enjoyed her tongue skills, licking my scrotum until it was wet. I suddenly wanted to test Pauline's bottom line, so I stood up a little higher, with my back to her. She didn't understand, so I said from behind. She hesitated for a while, so I said, "I'll call your husband in Shanghai right away and tell him I had a great time at your house today and don't want to leave yet. Also, I'm going to send him some great photos to admire." I waved the camera in my hand, which I had just found by the leg of the sofa. Pauline hurriedly looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, "No," then reached between my legs and grabbed my penis, stroking it back and forth. I said, "And your mouth," and she obediently kissed and licked my buttocks with her tongue. The feeling was amazing. She licked down my buttocks from my waist down, then lingered on my anus. I really didn't expect her to do this, it surprised me. I thought she was so amazing, but then I realized she probably wanted me to finish quickly, and it did make me want to ejaculate immediately. I immediately turned around and went back behind the sofa. She looked at me suspiciously, not knowing what I was going to do. I pressed Pauline's smooth back down and made her lie face down on the sofa back. She realized something and started to resist again. Sure enough, there was a problem earlier. I didn't care what she said. I grabbed her buttocks with one hand and lifted them up, and grabbed her hair with the other hand. I aimed at her vulva and thrust in. Before she could resist, I had her inside me. I saw her head suddenly lift up and "Ah..." This sound had changed from pain to excitement.
I knew I had Pauline in my grasp. She gripped the sofa tightly, her body swaying back and forth with each thrust. With each stroke, her plump buttocks made intimate contact with mine. My dream had come true. This alluring woman, this sexy ass, her most coveted vagina was inside me, penetrated by me. Pauline was too weak to resist. She lay on the sofa, letting me fuck her. But then I slowed down, wanting to tease her. "Being fucked feels different from regular sex, doesn't it? Let me tell you, I'm already hooked. I'll fuck you again." Pauline was startled by these words and began to resist again. "You…you're so bad, you…ah…I…ah…" I moved faster and slower, deeper and shallower, not letting her finish her sentence. I wanted to make her lose control.
Pauline started writhing. I pulled out my penis, but didn't change her passive position. I raised the muzzle, and she arched her back nervously because my glans touched her anus. Yes, she wasn't wrong, but she had neither the time nor the ability to escape. I thrust my fully lubricated penis into her untouched virgin territory without hesitation. She stretched her neck and back, letting out a pitiful groan, but it was only less than halfway in. Pauline gasped, "No...no, no, I can't take it...ah, don't go any further." It was so tight there, which excited me immensely. I watched her plump buttocks sticking up high, and I wasn't about to give up. With a forceful thrust, it went in all the way. At this moment, P... All of Pauline's most precious parts belonged to me. Pauline's hands waved wildly in the air, and every time I penetrated her, she would moan. That was the greatest stimulation for me. I picked her up again, laid her face down on the sofa with her back to the sky, and pressed my whole body against her back. She seemed to have completely given up, letting me take whatever I wanted from her. At this moment, waves of pleasure surged through my lower body. I said in a commanding tone, "Push your ass up." Pauline completely changed. She desperately lifted her buttocks and actively used her vagina to rape my penis, while letting out a captivating moan. Her moans were unbearable to hear even without having sex with her.
I endured it, as Pauline offered herself, my hands pinching, flicking, pulling, and teasing her erect nipples. She cried out even more seductively, and I almost pushed her into the sofa. Finally, under the onslaught of Pauline's plump buttocks, a surge of heat gushed out, all of it absorbed by her body. At the same time, her whole body tensed up, her brows furrowed, and she tossed her long hair back. Then, a surge of heat hit the head of my penis.
I lay on top of her for two minutes, not even pulling my penis out. Pauline didn't move either; her irresistible buttocks were pressed against my lower abdomen, still so resilient. I gently stroked it, slowly pulled out, and turned Pauline over. Good heavens, she had her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying it. When I looked at her again, she immediately composed herself, her eyes filled with a mournful expression. Looking into those eyes was like an aphrodisiac for me. I said, "It's all wet down there, help me clean it up." Pauline stood up and silently led me to the bathroom. She turned on the water, and I hugged her tightly. "I said, you help me..." "," she pursed her lips, seemingly lost in thought, then squatted down, slowly lifting my now-normal penis, and enveloping it in her mouth, her tongue rolling over it. One hand kneaded my scrotum, while the other slid down my crotch to my anus, massaging it with slight pressure and gently inserting it. When I became erect again, she sucked all the evidence from my penis, the very thing that had just mercilessly violated me, and then suddenly began to thrust rapidly back and forth, her tongue clicking frantically and her mouth pumping quickly. I let out a helpless roar and ejaculated once more. "It's clean now,"
what happened next was completely unexpected. As we put our clothes back on, I regained my senses. "Pauline...I..." "Don't say it," she pressed her finger to my lips, stopping me from continuing. "Actually, I...I wanted you to come up to me just now too." I was so surprised I didn't know what to say, I just stared wide-eyed at Pauline. At this moment, she was even calmer. "Then why were you...so unwilling just now?" "So unwilling, right? Although, that's what I wanted, but after all, it was the first time I'd been violated like this...Do you think I'm a promiscuous woman?" "Of course not," I whispered.
"And, you played with me so much..." Oh my god, hearing her say "I was played with by you" almost made me lose control again. I knew it. Her husband was away all year round, and she had been alone in her empty house for so long. For a healthy and sexy woman like her, she must have endured a lot of torment. I raised my hand to delete the photos from the camera, but she stopped me. "I know you're not a shameless person, so I'll let you do that. Download these photos to my computer; I'll keep them safe as evidence against you." Pauline smiled faintly, and I handed her the camera.
Before leaving, I turned back and kissed Pauline on the cheek. She reciprocated with her own lips, and we kissed passionately for half a minute before reluctantly leaving. A long time later, I heard her close the door behind me…

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