She forced herself on her young landlady

Foreword: This is a true story. You can doubt it, but I have no reason to lie. Okay, let me introduce my landlady. My landlady is a woman, a young married woman who works in the education system. Why did I force myself on her? First, I'm a normal man, and second, she's incredibly sexy.

It was three years ago, I was a junior in college. Because the school was expanding its enrollment, a lot of new students came to the school. The dormitories couldn't accommodate everyone. Junior students were allowed to live off-campus, and everyone was overjoyed, renting apartments everywhere. As for me, needless to say, I always preferred to be alone, so when I heard the news, I immediately asked a friend to find me a place. My friend quickly replied that he had found me a small room near the commercial area, which was quite nice. I was delighted. This commercial area was actually a red-light district in this small town. That meant I could have sex with her whenever I wanted! Haha. When I saw my landlady, my heart was pounding. She had such a great figure and such fair skin. Today I finally understood what creamy skin was. It really would melt if you squeezed it. The landlady's voice was still sweet. I was oblivious to everything else. I paid and took the keys. When my friend patted me on the shoulder, I realized the landlady was already gone. My friend joked, "What's wrong? You're staring blankly, aren't you?" I laughed. "If only a young woman like that lived nearby, I could look at her every day and fantasize about her at night." "You little rascal, all you know is that," my friend laughed and playfully hit me. The landlady seemed quite wealthy. The room she rented to me was just a small room she bought, an empty room used for masturbation. She wouldn't come over unless there was a reason.

This made it hard for me to sleep for several nights. I couldn't stand it anymore and would get up in the middle of the night to masturbate. I was in so much pain that I couldn't concentrate on class. I didn't sleep well at night, and I slept in the classroom whenever I had a spare moment. My classmates found it strange and wondered if I went out to see prostitutes at night. I said, "I don't feel like that anymore. I'm still a virgin. Why would I just give myself to a prostitute?" Actually, I hadn't been for a long time. I didn't even know who I gave myself to. Only God knows.

After meeting the landlord, I had no desire to see the prostitute anymore! I kept thinking about seeing the landlord again, about whether I could have sex with him, even if it meant rape. I waited and waited, thought and thought, and a month came, it was time to pay the rent. I saw I had some free time that evening, so I called her and said, "Landlord, I'll pay you the rent and utilities tonight." The landlord answered the phone indifferently and said, "Give the money to the young man downstairs, he's my colleague, he'll give you a receipt for the utilities." My heart sank when I heard that. Damn it, that guy is so lucky, working with such a beautiful young woman, he must be having a blast. I didn't pay the rent proactively, am I crazy? I didn't want to pay unless the landlord came. Several days passed, I had no choice but to pay.

Heaven helps those who help themselves. The opportunity came, and it made me a little angry. That night, it suddenly started raining heavily, and the building was leaking, soaking everything in my room. Unable to live anywhere, I immediately called a friend and stayed at his place. Once there, I angrily called the landlord. When I heard her voice, my usual gruff and angry tone vanished; I quietly explained the situation and hoped she could come over. After hanging up, I inexplicably lashed out at my friend, leaving him completely bewildered. Dawn broke

, the rain stopped, and I rushed back to my dorm room. Thankfully, everything was wet, but the bed, which I had propped up, wasn't wet, so I could sleep there that night. But what about my belongings? I tidied up a bit, still a little annoyed, and lay down to rest. Just as I lain down, I heard noises on the stairs. The landlord was coming! I was thrilled—a beautiful young woman! I jumped up and went to see. The landlord saw me and gave me an apologetic smile. I was completely stunned, staring at her dumbfounded. She said, "This...this..." The landlady, seeing my messy room, immediately knelt down to tidy it up. I felt embarrassed to ask her to clean, but then, something terrible happened. Her two large breasts came into view, so white they made me dizzy. I didn't know what to do, and naturally, my little brother got up, pitching a tent. How could this happen? Maybe the landlady was worried something might happen to me in the morning, so she dressed in a hurry, or maybe she just has a habit of not wearing a bra. While she was knelt down to clean the room, her low-cut t-shirt had a hole that gave me a glimpse of what was underneath. I was dizzy, mouth agape, frozen in place, jolted awake by this dreamlike scene. The landlady looked up, pulling me back to reality. I chuckled, internally struggling with what to do, what to do, whether to do it or not. I circled the landlady's body a few times, wanting one last look at her beautiful breasts, wondering how to get her into bed with me. Then, the landlady suddenly got up and walked towards the bathroom. I didn't know what she was doing. Looking around, I saw the cleaning was almost done; she'd probably gone to wash her hands. If I didn't make my move soon, the beautiful young woman I'd already won over would be gone. I immediately turned around and drew the curtains, heading towards the bathroom. The landlady happened to come out too, seeing the room was dark, and said, "Why are the curtains drawn? It's so dark." She tried to draw the curtains to light it up. Seeing this, I immediately followed her. As she reached for the curtains, I reached around from behind and groped her breasts. Oh, her breasts were so full! One hand couldn't hold them all, so I leaned against her, my chest against her back, my already aroused member pressing against her buttocks. Seeing my stance, the landlady no longer cared about drawing the curtains! She immediately tried to pry my hands off, trying to break free. But my two hands, having tasted the pleasure, wouldn't let go. I held onto her breasts tightly. In the struggle, I saw the bed. That's it! I immediately moved towards it, and with a push, I pushed the landlady onto the bed. I turned around and pinned the landlady down, immediately pressing my lips to hers to seal her mouth shut, lest she scream and cause trouble, especially with people coming and going up and down the stairs. The landlady tried to turn her head to avoid me, but I wasn't going to let her succeed so easily. She dodged left, I attacked right, leaving her helpless. This went on for about ten minutes. The landlady was exhausted; how much stamina could a woman possibly have? Her head didn't move, but her lower body was restless, her legs twisting, trying to give herself some room to maneuver. But I wouldn't let her move, holding her down firmly. Rape can only be achieved by wearing her down. Otherwise, how could I succeed? I'm not that kind of strong man. About half an hour passed like this, and the landlady, having struggled for so long under my weight, didn't have much strength left. But I still had some; my little brother was still burning with desire! I pinned her hands behind her back so I could free my hands to take off her clothes and pants. There wasn't much resistance, and I easily removed her pants with my hands and feet. The panties were a sexy little triangle; I ripped them open with a strong pull. I spread the landlady's legs apart, making it easier to penetrate her vulva, which I had longed for day and night. I arched my back and thrust towards that spot, but it didn't go in, which made me a little anxious. I immediately freed one hand to guide my penis. I squeezed hard against the spot. It went in! It went in! The action I had imagined and repeated night after night had finally come true today.

I went in, and a surge of excitement coursed through me. It was a little wet inside, but not very lubricated, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I shifted my hips a few times, trying to adjust and hopefully get a better feel for it. Perhaps the landlady sensed that things had progressed to this point and there was no going back. Her body responded slightly; she must have been uncomfortable after being pinned down by me for so long! I thought I had succeeded, so I straightened up, and then thrust in. The landlady's body trembled; it seemed I had hit her G-spot. My hands were finally free, and I immediately started to remove the t-shirt that had led me to do this. As soon as the t-shirt was pulled down to her armpits, her two snow-white breasts, which I couldn't help but fondle every time I ate a steamed bun, popped out. My eyes widened, and I buried my head in them, lunging forward to bite down on her nipple and suckle. It was like when I was a child, suckling my mother's nectar—so absorbed, so excited. But I had no impure thoughts about my mother. At this moment, I cast aside all social morality, my eyes wandering, my lower body still thrusting passionately. Under my double assault, the landlord's body was aroused by primal instincts, responding naturally. Her honey hole also sensed, and waves of fluid flowed out. My thrusting became more natural and lighter, and the frequency increased to a high level. After a long period of friction, the landlord below also felt excited, twisting her body to adapt to the rhythm, and moaning at the same time. Encouraged by the landlord's passive cooperation, I became even more energetic. I thrust my lower body, my hands working back and forth on her breasts. I felt incredibly comfortable. After more than two hundred thrusts, I was too excited and couldn't hold back. I snapped and hugged the landlord tightly, ejaculating. I ejaculated all inside her, and I didn't care anymore. My whole body relaxed, and I lay on top of the landlord, not wanting to move. The landlord below, after the passion, was also enjoying the pleasure until I lay limp on top of him, and only then did he come to his senses. I flipped myself over, lying on my back, too exhausted to move, a result of the passion. The landlord picked up the torn underwear I'd pulled up and used it to wipe herself down there, glancing at me with a hateful look out of the corner of her eye. She put on her pants, tidied her hair, and left without a word.

When I came to my senses, I was alone in the room, grinning foolishly, savoring the passion we'd just shared. Not long after, my penis became erect again. I longed for another round, but where could I find another? Thinking this, I felt a swelling down there. I reached down; it was burning hot, still wet with the lubricant from our passion. Thinking this, I moved it up and down until my hand was numb before I finally came.

In the days that followed, I relived the passion of raping the landlord countless times, relaxing my penis. I wondered what it would feel like if I had had more energy that day, to do it again, in a different position. I thought about it again and again, planned it again and again. But the chance was gone. The landlord never saw me again; the young man downstairs always collected the rent. I didn't want to ask for anything more; once was enough. If the landlord's husband found out, I figured I'd be dead. The landlord was, of course, a woman, a young married woman working in the education system. Why did I rape her? First, I'm a normal man; second, she was incredibly sexy.

That was three years ago, when I was a junior in college. Because the school was expanding its enrollment, many new students arrived. The dormitories couldn't accommodate everyone. Junior students were allowed to live off-campus, and everyone was overjoyed, renting apartments everywhere. As for me, needless to say, I always preferred to be alone. Hearing this news, I immediately asked a friend to find me a place. My friend quickly replied that he had found me a small room near the commercial district, which was quite nice. I was delighted. This commercial district was, in fact, a veritable red-light district in this small town. That meant I could have sex with her whenever I wanted! Haha, when I saw the landlady, my heart was pounding. She had such a great figure and such fair skin; today I finally understood what "cream skin" meant—it practically melts if you squeezed it. Her voice was so sweet. I was completely oblivious. I paid and took the keys. When my friend patted my shoulder, I realized she was already gone. My friend joked, "What's wrong? Staring blankly, are you speechless?" I laughed. "If only a woman like that lived nearby, I could look at her every day and fantasize about her at night." "You little rascal, all you know is that," my friend laughed, playfully hitting me. The landlady seemed quite wealthy. The room she rented to me was just a small room she bought, an empty room for rent; she wouldn't come over unless there was a reason.

This made it hard for me to sleep for several nights. I couldn't stand it anymore and would get up in the middle of the night to masturbate. I was so tormented that I couldn't concentrate in class. I didn't sleep well at night, and during the day, I'd sleep in the classroom whenever I had a spare moment. My classmates found it strange and wondered if I was going out to find prostitutes at night. I said, "I'm not in the mood for that anymore. I'm still a virgin, how could I just give myself to a prostitute!" Actually, I haven't been for a long time, and I don't even know who I gave myself to; only God knows.

After seeing the landlord, how could I possibly think about seeing a prostitute? I kept thinking about how I might see the landlord again. I wanted to see if I could sleep with him, even if it meant rape. I waited and waited, thought and thought, and a month came, it was time to pay the rent. I saw I had some free time that evening, so I called her and said, "Landlord, I'll pay you the rent and utilities tonight." The landlord answered the phone calmly and said, "Give the money to the young man downstairs. He's my colleague; he'll give you a receipt for the utilities." My heart sank when I heard that. Damn it, that guy is so lucky, working with such a beautiful young woman—it must be so awesome. I didn't go to pay the rent proactively; am I crazy? I didn't want to pay unless the landlord came. After several days, I finally had no choice but to pay.

Heaven helps those who help themselves. The opportunity had arrived, and it made me a little angry. That night, it suddenly started raining heavily. Something was wrong with the house; it was leaking, and everything in my room was soaked. It was uninhabitable, so I immediately called a friend and stayed at his place. Once there, I angrily called the landlord. When I heard her voice, her usually gruff and angry tone inexplicably stopped; I quietly explained the situation and hoped she could come and take a look. After hanging up, I inexplicably lashed out at my friend, leaving him completely bewildered. What was wrong with me?

Daylight broke, the rain stopped, and I rushed to my dorm room to check. Thankfully, everything was wet, but the bed, which I had propped up, wasn't wet, so I could sleep there tonight. But what about my belongings? I tidied up a bit, feeling a little annoyed, and lay down to rest. Just as I lay down, I heard a sound on the stairs. The landlady was coming! I was excited—a beautiful young woman! I immediately jumped up and went to see. The landlady saw me and gave me an apologetic smile. I was instantly smitten, staring at her dumbly. I said, "This, this..." Seeing my messy room, the landlady immediately knelt down to tidy it up. I felt embarrassed to ask her to clean it. At that moment, the worst thing happened: the landlady's two... well, you know... came into view, so white it made me dizzy. I didn't know what to do, and naturally, my little brother got up, pitching a tent. How could this happen? Maybe the landlady was worried something might happen to me when she got up in the morning! Or maybe she just has a habit of not wearing a bra. As she knelt down to clean my room, a glimpse of what lay beneath her low-cut t-shirt caught my eye. I was stunned, mouth agape, frozen in place, jolted awake by the dreamlike scene. The landlady looked up, pulling me back to reality. I chuckled, a internal struggle raging within me: what to do, what to do, should I even do it? I circled her a few times, wanting another glimpse of her beautiful breasts, wondering how to get her into bed with me. Suddenly, she got up and headed for the bathroom. I didn't know what she was doing. Looking around, I saw she was almost done cleaning; she was probably washing her hands. If I didn't act soon, the beautiful young woman I'd already won over would be gone. I immediately turned and drew the curtains, heading towards the bathroom. The landlady came out just then, seeing the room dark, and said, "Why are the curtains drawn? It's so dark." She tried to draw them back to light up. Seeing this, I immediately followed her. As she reached for the curtains, my hands reached around from behind and touched her breasts. Oh, her breasts are so full! One hand couldn't hold them all, so I leaned in, my chest against her back, my already aroused member pressing against her buttocks. Seeing my stance, the landlady no longer cared about drawing the curtains! She immediately tried to pry my hands off, trying to break free. But my two hands, having tasted the pleasure, wouldn't let go. They held her breasts firmly. In the struggle, I saw the bed. That's it! I immediately moved towards it, and with a burst of strength, pushed the landlady onto the bed. I flipped her over, pressing my lips against hers, sealing her mouth shut, otherwise, it would be bad if she screamed—there were people going up and down the stairs. The landlady tried to turn away, but I wasn't going to let her get away with it. She dodged left, I attacked right, leaving her helpless. This went on for about ten minutes. The landlady was tired; how much stamina could a woman have? Her head wasn't moving, but her lower body was restless; her legs were twisting, trying to give her some room to maneuver. I couldn't let her move, I held her down tightly. Rape could only be achieved by exhausting her. Otherwise, how could I succeed? I'm not exactly a very strong man. About half an hour passed like this, and the landlady, after struggling for so long, didn't have much strength left. But I still had some; my little brother was still burning with desire! I pinned her hands behind her back so I could free my hands to take off her clothes and pants. She didn't resist much, and I easily pulled off her pants with my hands and feet. Her panties were a sexy little triangle; I tore them with a forceful tug. I spread her legs apart, making it easier to enter her vagina, which I had longed for day and night. I arched my back and thrust towards that spot, but it didn't go in, which made me a little anxious. I immediately freed one hand to guide my penis. I squeezed hard against the spot. It went in, it went in! The action I had thought about and repeated every night had finally come true today.

I went in, and a surge of excitement coursed through me. It was a little wet inside, but not very lubricated, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I shifted my hips a few times, trying to adjust and hopefully get a better feel for it. Perhaps the landlady sensed that things had progressed to this point and there was no going back. Her body responded slightly; she must have been uncomfortable after being pinned down by me for so long! I thought I had succeeded, so I straightened up, and then thrust in. The landlady's body trembled; it seemed I had hit her G-spot. My hands were finally free, and I immediately started to remove the t-shirt that had led me to do this. As soon as the t-shirt was pulled down to her armpits, her two snow-white breasts, which I couldn't help but fondle every time I ate a steamed bun, popped out. My eyes widened, and I buried my head in them, lunging forward to bite down on her nipple and suckle. It was like when I was a child, suckling my mother's nectar—so absorbed, so excited. But I had no impure thoughts about my mother. At this moment, I cast aside all social morality, my eyes wandering, my lower body still thrusting passionately. Under my double assault, the landlord's body was aroused by primal instincts, responding naturally. Her honey hole also sensed, and waves of fluid flowed out. My thrusting became more natural and lighter, and the frequency increased to a high level. After a long period of friction, the landlord below also felt excited, twisting her body to adapt to the rhythm, and moaning at the same time. Encouraged by the landlord's passive cooperation, I became even more energetic. I thrust my lower body, my hands working back and forth on her breasts. I felt incredibly comfortable. After more than two hundred thrusts, I was too excited and couldn't hold back. I snapped, hugged the landlord tightly, and ejaculated. I ejaculated all inside her, I didn't care anymore. My whole body relaxed, and I lay on top of the landlord, not wanting to move. The landlord below, after the passion just now, was also enjoying the aftertaste of pleasure. I collapsed onto him, limp and exhausted, before I came to my senses. I flipped myself over, lying on my back, too weak to move, utterly drained by the passion. The landlord picked up the torn underwear I'd pulled down and used it to wipe himself, glancing at me with a hateful glint in his eye. He pulled up his pants, tidied his hair, and left without a word.

When I came to my senses, I was alone in the room, grinning foolishly, savoring the passion of the moment. Soon, my penis became erect again. I longed for another round, but where could I find it? Thinking this, I felt a swelling. Reaching down, I felt a burning heat; it still held the lubricant from our passion. Thinking this, I moved it up and down until my hand was numb before finally pulling out.

In the days that followed, I relived the passion of raping the landlord countless times, relaxing my penis. I wondered what it would feel like if I had had more energy that day, to do it again, in a different position. I thought about it again and again, planned it again and again. But the chance was gone. The landlord hasn't seen me since, and the young man downstairs collects the rent every time. I can't ask for anything more; once is enough. If the landlord's husband finds out, I think I'm doomed.

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