The climax arranged by my husband

Today was an active day, because I was invited by my younger husband to deliver an insurance policy for him. It sounded perfectly legitimate, but even his parents said he'd been very active in the insurance business lately and supported my going out. But I knew it wasn't anything good for me.

Sure enough, the first thing I did after getting in the car was change clothes. It's already late autumn, but he'd prepared a midi skirt for me. Without stockings, it was a bit cold, but he had a solution: he inserted a vibrator into my pussy, and I was instantly aroused.

Helping out was simple: deliver the policy to the client, get a signed receipt, and bring it back. He clearly had time, so why did he make me go? He definitely had ulterior motives. Maybe he wanted some outdoor BDSM again, because as soon as I got out of the car, the vibrator started vibrating.

It's an old neighborhood, but the building numbers are completely random, just like the vibrator in my pussy vibrating irregularly. I had to suppress my emotions, but I couldn't help getting wet. He must have been watching my embarrassing situation nearby. I couldn't find Building 24 anywhere. After asking several people, I finally found out it was in the last row. He kept shifting gears, which really aroused me. Even in front of others, I could only squat down to catch my breath and try to hold back. But if I looked closely, I could definitely see that my skirt was already wet. I just wanted to find him quickly, sign the papers, and leave.

24, 507. I rang the doorbell, climbed to the fifth floor, and the door was already open. A man greeted me.

"You're delivering the insurance policy, right? Xiao Jiang already told me. Come in quickly, climbing five floors must be tiring. Come in and have some water." The word "water" suddenly made my heart skip a beat. It felt like he could see my wetness from the front, and even like he had X-ray vision to see my whole body.

"No need, the policy is for you. Just sign it." I didn't want to go in and proactively handed over the policy and paper and pen.

"You should at least have some water. Come in and sit down. I need to look at the policy." He said, walking into the inner room alone. I couldn't go in; the trembling in my lower body was about to make me lose control.

"Little Liu, right? The witness needs to sign their name, right? Take a look?" It took me a while to realize that this "Little Liu" was calling me. It had been so many years since anyone had called me by my surname. Slightly dazed, I unconsciously stepped into the house. Since becoming a full-time mom, I no longer use my real name. I'm always called "Edamame Mom," "Egg Mom," or "Happy Mom.

" If I were to succumb to depravity, I'd become a slut, a whore, a cheap bitch—none of these identities gives me any sense of self. "That's right, I know Little Jiang very well. Come in and have a seat, I'll get you a glass of water," he greeted me, but placed the insurance policy and paper on the coffee table.

"Really, no need, Mr. Wang, just sign your name. Little Jiang didn't say anything else." I remembered my husband hadn't given any other instructions.

"Bang!" He closed the door. My heart tightened; something felt off. "Then don't get it wrong, my surname is Zhang." I was stunned again. Had I remembered wrong, or had my husband made a mistake?

"Is the policy correct? I must have made a mistake, I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang," I apologized quickly, stepping forward to check the name on the policy, forgetting that I hadn't intended to come inside.

"The policy is correct, please sit down, I'll sign it after I look at it." "Oh, that's good," I breathed a sigh of relief, hoping to avoid further trouble.

"Xiao Liu, are you feeling unwell?" I was taken aback, not understanding what he meant, only to see him point behind him.

"No, no, I accidentally got wet," I blushed instantly, knowing he had seen me, but even with a guilty conscience, I had to make an excuse. But even after turning around, that feeling of being seen through him returned.

"That's good, please sit down, I'll get you a glass of water," I dared not sit down, if I got the sofa wet, the smell would linger, that wouldn't do.

"Really, no need, you can just sign it, I still have to deliver it to someone else later," I just wanted to get away as quickly as possible, who knows what embarrassing things might happen if I lingered any longer.

He showed no intention of signing, instead moving closer to me. "You sell insurance too? You're so pretty, you must have lots of clients," he said. What was he implying?

"Um, no, I'm just getting used to it," I mumbled, hoping to get away with it.

"Yes, it'll be easier once you're familiar with it, take your time," he said, moving even closer.

"Well, your signing is part of getting familiar with the process," he said. I quickly moved away, went to the coffee table, and picked up a pen and paper for him to sign.

"Okay, I'll buy from you once I'm familiar with it," he said, not taking the pen and paper but gently patting my arm a few times. I was startled but pretended to be calm.

"Okay, okay, thank you," I said, "You can sign now.

" "Why do I smell something strange?" Could it be mine? "Huh?" I looked at him suspiciously, confused.

"It smells like a foul odor," I thought, my heart sinking. I suddenly realized this was a trap, and I had walked right into it.

"It smells bad, let's go out," I said, pulling away from the coffee table. I needed to get away quickly; this was definitely something my husband had deliberately arranged.

"You don't want to sign?" He grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving.

"Let go of me, just sign quickly," I still clung to a tiny bit of hope, maybe even one in ten thousand, that he was a good person?

Unfortunately, he wasn't, because he had already rushed over and hugged me tightly, kissing my neck and kneading my breasts with his hands.

"Let go of me, what are you doing? I'm going to call for help," I cried, that one in ten thousand chance.

"I want you. The vibrator in your pussy is the one I bought, it even has my signature on it. Want to call more people to see?" He slammed me into the deepest abyss.

"No, let go of me, I'll give it back to you later," I struggled, but it was no use. He picked me up in one go, and no matter how much I kicked, it was futile. He turned and threw me back onto the sofa.

"I'll get it back myself."

"No," before I could even finish my protest, he pounced on me, continuing to knead my already small breasts, even through my bra, he was very thorough.

"No, let me go! I just came to deliver the insurance policy," I really didn't know what to say, because I knew I couldn't escape. This was all arranged by my little husband. Pleading was both my instinct and my role.

"Haha, since you're here, have some fun. I'll sign it for you if you're done," was that a threat? I didn't need that signature. After saying that, he pushed my cardigan up, his big hand already on my breast, skin to skin, even through the bra.

Besides saying no and pleading, I didn't really struggle. Submission was probably the quickest solution, and besides, my little husband hadn't told him to rape me, so there was no need for such strong resistance.

The bra was pushed up too, my breasts were completely exposed, and he could knead and bite them at will.

"I heard you still had milk before," he said, then sucked hard. How could you still have milk? My daughter is almost three years old, I'm not a milk cow.

"Sweetie, let me kiss you again," his tongue swirled around my lips, trying to pry open my teeth. I resisted, and he attacked my ears, which were so itchy. Combined with the vibrating egg in my lower body, I couldn't help but moan.

"Yeah, moan if it feels good, I like to hear it." But I'm not a slut, I couldn't moan, especially since he was just Mr. Zhang, I didn't want to.

Clearly, my breasts weren't enough for him, and soon he moved on to my lower body. He flipped me onto my side to make it easier for him to pull off my skirt, but without pulling off my underwear, and started nibbling on my buttocks.

"Let me go," I said, though I didn't struggle hard, I still pretended to push him away. After all, I was just there to deliver insurance policies, not to beg for sex.

“Don’t rush, take your time,” he said, flipping me over and sitting on top of me. He pulled out his belt and tied my hands together, then started sucking and biting my breasts again.

“I’ll definitely recommend you to others to buy your insurance later,” he said, sucking hard and squeezing my nipples as if he could actually squeeze out milk.

“Let me see how my vibrator is,” he said, pulling down my panties.

“It even went into my cunt before I did,” my panties were pulled off, my legs were spread apart, and I was dragged to the edge of the sofa. His mouth was directly biting my opening, while his hands continued to rub my breasts.

“You did a great job, digging out so much water,” he said, sucking hard, sticking his tongue into my cunt, and occasionally biting my labia.

My slit was constantly being pried open, the vibrator was still vibrating inside, and my nipples were being pinched by his fingers—a three-in-one stimulation. I couldn’t help but moan.

“This really is a horny hole, so wet and juicy, Xiao Jiang was right,” he said, abandoning his stimulation of my breasts and instead using his fingers to tease my cunt. My cries grew louder. He became even more enthusiastic, using one or two fingers to focus on my vagina, while his other hand worked to penetrate my anus, thankfully only teasing the entrance.

The rapid thrusting of his fingers gradually increased my pleasure, but I didn't want this kind of orgasm. I wanted a big cock, I needed a full, fucking cunt.

“Ah, ah…” My cries grew louder, and he became more excited. I finally couldn't hold back anymore.

“I want a big cock, I want a big cock.” I really needed a big cock. Now that things were like this, what was there left to pretend for? Especially with my honest, horny hole constantly leaking fluid. But reality always goes against our wishes. He flipped me over and continued finger penetration from behind. Although I craved a big cock, I couldn't resist the stimulation of fingers. Waves of pleasure came, and with his stimulation of my anus, especially the licking with his tongue, I climaxed in no time.

"Haha, you did squirt, but not enough," he said. His fingers finally stopped as I went limp, and he didn't forget to slap my buttocks hard to bring me back to my senses.

I wanted it to end quickly, but the climax came too fast, and I wasn't satisfied, both mentally and physically. He even pulled out the vibrator, making my pussy feel even emptier.

"Haha, you want a big cock, huh? Here comes the big cock," he said. Even the worst climax leaves you feeling powerless. I didn't know what he wanted to do; even if he just penetrated me immediately, I wasn't that sexually satisfied.

Indeed, men who can satisfy women so easily don't exist. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the ground, pulled down my shorts, and it seemed he was going to give me oral sex. I had absolutely no interest in it. But clearly, I was just being manipulated. He pinned me to the sofa, my head tilted back, hands on my head, and shoved his penis into my mouth.

It wasn't a big penis, and it was limp; I felt nothing and turned my head away in refusal. He was very patient, slowly tapping my face with his penis while playing with my breasts. I knew I couldn't escape, so guided by his large hands, I turned my head, opened my mouth, and slowly took in that limp penis.

He grabbed my hands above my head, helped me sit up, and then he could thrust in forcefully while standing. Slowly, his penis went in and out of my mouth, slowly, it grew bigger inside. Slowly, it stopped moving and started playing with my head. I spat it out, and he thrust in again, getting bigger and deeper, everything so smooth and natural. He thrust all the way in, pressed down, suffocated, dodged, and then again. Slowly, he thrust deeper and deeper, with increasing force, and the suffocation lasted longer and longer. It wasn't long, but it was incredibly thick, so thick it was almost unbearable. I struggled, and he shoved me aside with satisfaction. I gasped for breath, trying to regain my strength, because his massive cock was only just beginning its display.

I desperately wanted to get up and leave, but he stood there proudly, waiting, his prey with nowhere to escape about to be torn apart.

He lifted me back onto the sofa, positioned me properly, and then forcefully inserted his huge cock into my hole. It was so thick, it hurt so much.

"It'll feel good soon, everyone who's tried it says it's great," he said, showing no mercy to my pain, thrusting deeply all the way in. Although it wasn't fast, each time he pulled out, he would plunge in again, not forgetting to pinch my nipples a couple of times. He even lay on top of me, sucking and biting my nipples while thrusting his cock in.

Yes, the pain of sexual pleasure is quickly forgotten. The satisfaction of his thick cock inside my hole quickly brought me to my knees. This satisfaction was far more pleasurable than the orgasm I'd just experienced. Emerging from the slump and discomfort, I naturally began to moan, giving him more encouragement. Moaning was encouragement, proof that he was doing well; pain was also encouragement, satisfying his desire to conquer.

"Feeling good? You sound so good," he slowed his pace, carefully examining my face, gently stroking my cheeks, smoothing my hair, wiping away my tears and sweat, and once again using his tongue to tease my lips, prying open my teeth. I yielded, naturally becoming more compliant, no longer resisting, and also extending my tongue to let him tease it in my mouth.

"I'm pretty good, aren't I?" he whispered in my ear, a mixture of pride, teasing, and stimulation. He stood up, grabbed my breasts, and thrust his lower body, slowly accelerating, each heavy pounding stimulating my soul, each thrust igniting my lust.

"Ah..." I climaxed, the satisfying pleasure spreading throughout my body, the blissful comfort intoxicating me. He didn't stop, bringing my legs together and placing them on his shoulders, pressing down on me again. The changing position, the deep penetration, gave me a different feeling; his thick penis tore at my sensitive opening, another new battle began.

This time it was pure and simple. He focused intently on thrusting into my cunt, and I endured it while also enjoying it. Reality gave me another blessing; he sent me soaring to heaven again, a blissful orgasm. Thick is better than long.

And it continued. He flipped me over, making me stand with my hands on the sofa, ready for the rear-entry position. His fingers lightly touched my body, tickling me. But his penis plunged heavily into my cunt, filling it completely. He grabbed my waist, thrusting deeply, while his fingers teased my clitoris. I quickly emerged from the post-orgasm slump, moans of pleasure and cries of pain rising and falling.

My sensitive self succumbed again; the exhaustion after the orgasm left me limp on the sofa, unable to support myself. But he wouldn't stop. The victorious one wanted to continue his triumph. I was back to being thrust into head-on, but I was no longer responsive. The continuous orgasms had drained my strength, and constant satisfaction no longer aroused me. I endured, endured, endured his continued ravaging.

Perhaps it was because I stopped screaming, or perhaps he lost his desire to conquer—after all, no one enjoys a lifeless fish—he made his final thrust. I could only endure the pain; perhaps I had lost all feeling, even consciousness. He adjusted my position again, finally satisfied, and deeply ejaculated his seed into my hole.

I didn't react; the world seemed to stand still. I needed rest, I needed rest.

But he didn't; he still had more to play with.

He brought over a chair, lifted me onto it, and tied my hands above my head to the chair back. I didn't react.

He slowly caressed my entire body—nipples, waist, vagina, thighs—I didn't react.

"Ah," I cried softly. A clamp crawled onto my nipple; the stinging sensation was only momentary, unable to activate my normal state. Again, the pain returned as two clamps tore at my nipple, and I started to react. Then

the buzzing vibrator appeared, slowly tracing its way across my body, both pleasurable and itchy. My reaction intensified; the spark of passion was rekindled. Finally, he positioned himself on my vulva, pressed against my clitoris, and slid his fingers across my labia. He stirred the entrance again with his fingers, and I felt the long-dried-up juices inside me begin to gush forth once more.

I could control myself, but I couldn't control the juices; I couldn't control myself. My moans were my surrender.

"Moaning again? Enjoying it again? What a slut," he said, satisfied with everything, stirring everything, everything under his control.

He then brought out a vibrating dildo, thick and long enough, and held it in front of my eyes, stirring it as he moved it. He slid it onto my body, into my vagina, and deeply stirred up my juices. Thrusting, stirring, faster, faster—I was sent on a rollercoaster ride again, experiencing the ultimate, most exhilarating pleasure.

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