A Beggar Mother and Daughter's Encounter with Rape

"Excitement!" "Ah!" "Oh!" "Comon!" Exciting sounds accompanied by alluring images appeared on the TV. I sat in front of the TV, feeling incredibly excited, doing something very stimulating for me.

Why do the women in porn have such great figures, and why are their moans so professional? Even a frigid person would feel aroused by those sounds, let alone me, a bored and virile young man at home all day.

My eyes were glued to the screen, my left hand stroking my erect penis, a trickle of fluid already appearing on the glans. My right hand's fingers pressed tightly against my testicles. I don't know why, but whenever I prevented the contents of my testicles from being discharged into my vagina, I felt a special kind of pleasure.

The TV showed a close-up of the male protagonist's penis emerging from his vagina. The scene showed her ejaculating into the woman's vagina. The woman's vaginal opening opened and closed, and soon white semen flowed out from the contracting vagina. The slightly wrinkled labia tried to stop the flow, but more semen gushed out. The labia couldn't hold back, and the white semen flowed down the vulva, all the way to the anus.

I wouldn't miss such a stimulating scene. I increased the speed of my masturbation, and my right hand rhythmically pressed under my testicles. A wave of pleasure came, and semen appeared in my penis. I squeezed my penis hard with my left hand to prevent the semen from passing through. The warm semen stopped in my urethra, but the waves of pleasure made me release my grip. Semen flowed out of my urethra. I gently masturbated, letting the semen remain on my hand.

"Phew," I breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a pre-prepared tissue to wipe the semen from my hands and glans. I straightened my pants, took the disc out of the machine, put it in my locker, and finally locked the locker.

My name is Hu Yan, I'm 26 years old, and I'm currently a regional manager for a company, responsible for market development and data collection in our city. I have several employees, so they do most of the work. I don't have a fixed workplace or fixed working hours. All I need is a computer. My subordinates send the data to my email, I compile it into reports, send them to the company, and then wait for the company's orders. Finally, I instruct my subordinates to do the work.

My life is relatively easy. My parents work at the embassy and are abroad all year round, returning home only a few times a year. So they entrust me to my aunt, who sends me money every month. I have my own monthly income, not high, but enough for my daily expenses. My aunt works at a company and doesn't have much time to take care of me, so she rarely comes to visit. I sometimes go to her place for a treat when I have free time.

I'm a lecher, but I have the desire without the courage. At most, I just watch porn and masturbate at home. Every time my friends invite me out for some fun, I decline because I don't want to leave a bad impression. But afterwards, I regret not going.

I checked the time; it was almost seven o'clock, so I got dressed and went out for dinner. I live on the first floor of an apartment building for convenience. The hallway is spacious and heated. As soon as I reached the hallway, someone approached me, knelt down, and grabbed my legs.

"Sir, sir, please have mercy! Give me something! I haven't eaten for days!" a woman's voice rang out. It sounded like a woman's voice, but when I looked, I couldn't tell she was a woman at all. She was wearing a jumbled mess of clothes, somewhat like abstract art. Her pants were layered, but full of holes, revealing dark skin underneath. "Sir, sir," she pleaded, "I have a daughter, and we haven't eaten anything in ages." I'm a proud person, and I could have easily kicked her away, but she clung on too tightly, so I had no choice but to take ten yuan from my bag and give it to her.

"Thank you," she said, kowtowing repeatedly.

I ignored her and walked away. Our neighborhood committee had a falling out with the property management company, so they stopped caring about us. We had to handle everything ourselves, which is why there are so many beggars in our area now.

I wandered aimlessly through the streets, then found a small restaurant and ate something. Feeling bored, I wandered around a bit more and then went into a bar for a few drinks. I chatted with the bartender, and the conversation turned to beggars.

"Actually, those beggars aren't really beggars. Most of them have families, but it's winter now, the off-season for farming, so they come out begging to earn some extra money," the bartender said, filling my glass.

"Oh? They really are something." I said, taking a sip of my drink.

"Actually, it's more than that. From what you've said, most of the people you met earlier were from out of town, either in the situation I described, or they had some kind of family problem. The beggars in this city are really something else. They have their own territory, their own division of labor, and even gang leaders."

"Gang leaders? Doesn't that make them a beggar gang?" I asked.

"There's nothing we can do about it. These beggars each have their own tricks. It's normal for some to ask for a hundred or so yuan a day." The bartender said mysteriously.

"That's really scary." Hearing what the bartender said, I couldn't help but become more interested in beggars.

I had a pretty good chat with the bartender, and it wasn't until after eleven o'clock that I returned to my apartment complex. The hallway was very dark. I took out the pen with the flashlight from my pocket and was about to walk towards my home when I suddenly tripped over something. I shone the flashlight on it and found a person lying there. It was the woman who had asked me for money when I left. There was another person lying in front of her, but I couldn't see their face clearly.

I crouched down, but the woman didn't respond. I put my hand under her nostrils; her breathing was very weak. I touched her forehead; it was burning hot. It seemed she had fainted from a cold. They were lying in front of my house. I pushed the woman away slightly, and she slumped to the ground.

My heart started racing. The woman's pants were ripped in the crotch, revealing her red underwear. By the dim light of the flashlight, I could see her buttocks were quite full. I couldn't resist touching them again. My hand was immediately glued to them, unable to move. I slipped my hand inside her red underwear from the side. When I touched her hairy genitals, my heart pounded.

A lewd smile appeared on my face. It was almost dawn; everyone was probably... After resting, I pulled down the woman's panties. The dim light only revealed a dark patch. My hand groped around on them and found the warm little hole. The woman's body was hot, and her vagina was hot too.

Seizing the opportunity, I immediately pulled my pants down to my thighs, revealing my already erect penis. I probed her vagina with my fingers a few times and found it dry, so I spat on it. She had an unpleasant odor, especially from her genitals, but this didn't dampen my enthusiasm. Nervously, I pressed my penis against her vulva and then thrust it in.

"Mmm!" She made a sound upon entering, but then fell silent. I braced myself on the ground and began to thrust forcefully.

So good! I hadn't expected her vagina to be so tight, and I certainly hadn't expected my first time to be with a beggar. I found it all amusing, but I had no time to think about anything else. I was enjoying the pleasure emanating from my penis; this novel and exciting activity was truly fascinating.

I supported myself with one hand, and with the other, I laboriously reached for her breast. I started pinching her nipple while thrusting, but no matter how hard I pinched, she didn't budge.

The unusual environment, the unusual person, and my nervousness meant I ejaculated quickly, releasing my semen completely into the woman's vagina.I paused for a moment, then reluctantly pulled out my penis. I looked around, immediately opened the door, and ran inside.

Back home, I leaned against the door, my hand pressed against my heart, which was still pounding fiercely. Sweat beaded on my forehead—it was exhilarating. I calmed myself down and took a shower.

I lay comfortably on the bed, the warmth of the beggar woman's touch still lingering on my penis. I was lost in thought, my mind replaying what had just happened. I tried to close my eyes and stop thinking, but it didn't work.

I sat up, put on my clothes, and went outside. I turned on the outside light and saw the two women still lying there. Although the hallway was heated, northern winters are incredibly cold. I steeled myself and went out to carry them both inside.

I placed them on the sofa, and then I realized the other person was also a woman. Their stench was unbearable. I went into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water.

The beggars' clothes were quite unique; they could fit into anything, no matter how small. It took me ages to undress them all. They all had nice figures, though a bit dirty. I touched their breasts a few times, then carried them all into the bathtub. Luckily, my bathtub was big enough. I laid them face to face in the tub and began cleaning.

Undressing them was difficult, but bathing them was even harder. I used up an entire bottle of shower gel and shampoo before I could clean them properly. I threw away their clothes, then proceeded to clean them up as well.

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