Being raped in the stairwell

One night, my husband went out to work the night shift, and our daughter had gone to bed early, so I took him
to the basement to get his car. It was just a short walk from home to the parking lot, and I was only wearing a thin nightgown
and a jacket. On my way home, I received a call from Lao He asking me to
wait .

A short while later, I heard footsteps and Lao He came down the fire escape from the upper floor.

Before I could even ask him what was wrong, he pinned me against the wall and sealed my lips with a kiss. I knew exactly what he
wanted .

We kissed for a long time before reluctantly separating. I told Lao He it wasn't safe there, but he seemed to have thought of
something, smiling maliciously, and continued to seal my lips with his, his tongue probing into my mouth to stop me.

At the same time, he quickly took off my jacket, revealing my thin nightgown underneath, lifted the hem, and slipped it into my increasingly
wet vagina.

Provoked by Lao He's teasing, and feeling uneasy about being discovered, my resistance turned into submission, and
my words of "no" became "yes."

I remained pressed against the wall, letting him caress and kiss me until my pajamas fell to the floor. Only then did
Lao He withdraw his hand, displaying his fingers, glistening with love juice, in front of my eyes.

He then put them in my mouth, instructing me to carefully lick the juice off his fingers. After licking halfway, he sat
on the stair treads, making me kneel before him.

He looked at me, stroking my face, admiring the way I sucked his fingers.

He then slowly withdrew his fingers, pulling down his pants, revealing an instantly erect penis.
He gestured with his eyes for my next move, and I knelt before him, gently stroking it with my hand, then
teasing the tip with my tongue. Lao He's penis responded to my stimulation with a rhythmic thud.

I slowly took it into my mouth, swallowing deeply and gently. In the quiet stairwell, apart from
the occasional voices from distant floors, only the sound of my tense heartbeat and the sucking could be heard.

As Lao He enjoyed my thrusting, he unhooked my bra, caressing my breasts
. They were kneaded and deformed by his touch, my nipples already erect from the stimulation.

They were wet, like a running tap, telling Lao He how much I craved to be filled.

Lao He's breathing quickened, his hands instinctively moving to my head; I knew he was about to lose control.

Our eyes met, perfectly in sync. I told him it was my safe period, and he could go inside
me without a condom. Lao He was incredibly excited, his eyes seeming to devour me.

I got up, took off my bra, and sat on him.

Being filled by Lao He was irresistible. His

tight grip made him gasp.

We smiled at each other's reactions, then continued exchanging saliva.

While kissing, I twisted my hips, Lao He's hands on my upper body, allowing him to penetrate deeper.

I held him tightly, enjoying his ministrations. Although we heard conversations and footsteps several times, causing
us to pause nervously, this only fueled our arousal, making us feel like we were being devoured.

If someone were to open the emergency exit at that moment, the scene before them would be quite astonishing. After all, even I
couldn't imagine seeing a young, beautiful married woman with an elderly neighbor in the stairwell of my apartment building.

This stimulation pushed Lao He to his limit. He had me stand up and lean against the wall while he stood on the steps
to compensate for the height difference. Then, he grabbed my waist from behind and thrust deeply and quickly once more.

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the stairwell, and I kept my lips tightly shut, afraid to make a sound.

Each of Lao He's thrusts reached deep inside me. I frowned, sweat pouring down my face.
Leaning against the wall, I bit my fingers to endure, afraid I might accidentally cry out from the pleasure.

Soon, Lao He slowed down, beginning to thrust harder and deeper. I was already familiar with this; it was
Lao He's preparatory move.

Finally, along with me, Lao He also filled me with his warm, overflowing fluid.

Later, Lao He told me that he actually disliked wearing condoms. He said the thin membrane
reduced his pleasure by half, so from then on, I basically let him have his way every time, either by timing it to
my safe period or by taking emergency contraception.

Afterwards, we hurriedly packed up, and in the rush, Lao He took my underwear. Because I was
worried about leaving the child alone at home for too long, I had no choice but to go home like that.

The discharge slowly trickled down my thighs; I think the neighbors passing by
probably didn't notice.

Although I scolded Lao He afterwards, it didn't diminish his enthusiasm for teasing me at all, and I
was willing to cooperate with his frequent, impulsive harassment, which allowed me to experience
a kind of pleasure that I could never experience in my married life.

[The End]

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