Raped by a taxi driver

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It was another bright and sunny morning. Soft sunlight streamed through the French windows, bathing me in its warmth. Still savoring the afterglow of last night's passion, I lingered in bed, reluctant to get up. My long-term life as a housewife had instilled in me a habit: waking up at 5 a.m. every morning to prepare breakfast for my husband, then helping him get to work at 7 a.m., before finally retreating into the still-smelling bed for another hour or two.

Last night's passion left me feeling weak all over. After we made love, I changed into a pair of white cotton panties, but I hadn't expected my husband to penetrate so deeply. I thought I had cleaned myself, but while I slept, a lot of milky-white fluid leaked out. This morning, my panties were a mess, and my bottom felt cool. I showed them to my husband, but he insisted I lick the fluid off my panties, saying it was compensation for sucking my breasts yesterday. He wouldn't get up for work until I did. Reluctantly, I swallowed every drop of fluid from my panties in front of him, and only then did he leave for work, satisfied.

Looking at the time, it was already 9:30 AM. Remembering my figure class, I crawled out of bed and took a warm shower to fully wake up. My vagina was still a little sore. I looked in the mirror and saw that the tender flesh at the entrance of my vagina was a little red and swollen, forming a small ring-shaped bump. I

went to the dressing table and first took care of my underwear, squeezing it tightly between my legs. Then I took out a pair of white lace high-waisted thongs from the drawer and put them on. I usually buy underwear a size smaller because I think it better accentuates the curves of my buttocks. My full buttocks looked even perkier in the smaller thongs, and my flat stomach showed no signs of aging. The straps at the back of the thongs dug deeply into my buttocks, completely exposing my plump, tender buttocks. Then, I went through the rest of the dressing process with practiced ease.

Half an hour later, as I stood before the full-length mirror by the door for a final check, I saw a woman who looked no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She had a rosy complexion, long, flowing hair, and wore a light blue open-necked cashmere sweater, a light blue shearling overcoat, and a brown plaid pencil skirt that just reached her knees. Her thighs were tightly encased in black stockings, and she wore pink high-heeled ankle boots. I tried out my signature smile in the mirror; it was quite perfect for a middle-aged housewife who had just turned 35. I pushed open the door and headed towards the station.

On the way, I ran into Mrs. Li, who was also going to a fitness class. Her already somewhat plump figure revealed her urgent desire to maintain her figure. She was actually two years younger than me, but her figure and skin showed signs of premature aging.

All the way, Mrs. Li kept asking me about the effects of the tonic soup. Unable to escape her questioning, I could only nod, blushing. Unexpectedly, she said, "It seems to be effective. I'll try making it myself today." "What? You're using my husband as a guinea pig?"

I exclaimed, half-jokingly. "Just wait and see how I deal with you!" Saying this, I put both hands under her armpits and tickled her. We were used to playfully fighting, and Mrs. Li, while dodging my claws, didn't forget to retaliate, tickling me back. The two women were playfully wrestling on the street.

... After the morning's fitness class, Mrs. Li and I showered and relaxed in the gym's tea room. In this cold winter, we were drenched in sweat, and after the hot shower, sipping our iced coffee felt wonderful.

"Look,"

Mrs. Li gestured for me to look to my left.

Following Mrs. Li's gaze, I saw a young man in his early twenties secretly glancing at our table. His eyes met mine, then he immediately looked away, awkwardly feigning a wandering look.

"Who is he? He looks familiar,"

I asked Mrs. Li.

"He's the fitness instructor here. Everyone calls him Xiaogang. Look how well-built he is, with such a muscular physique."

Mrs. Li stared intently at the young man, practically drooling.

"Are you infatuated? Staring at a man like that, no wonder you're making nourishing soup for your husband," I patted Mrs. Li's shoulder.

Mrs. Li stopped looking at him and stared at me, making me feel uneasy. I examined myself; nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Are you crazy? You're not looking at men anymore, but staring at me. I'm not some handsome man."

"Don't you think he's interested in you?"

Mrs. Li asked.

"Who?"

I didn't understand.

"Xiaogang, we always see him when we come for coffee after class, and he always seems to glance at you, intentionally or unintentionally."

"What nonsense are you talking about? He works here, so of course we might see each other when we come for class. Even if he's deliberately watching us, you and I are always together, so you know he's not looking at you," I said.

"Pshaw, looking like this, it's no wonder he's looking at me. It's better not to have children. Women age so quickly after having kids. I really envy you,"

Mrs. Li sighed.

I smiled bitterly. I also wanted to give my husband a smart and adorable baby, but although I looked very feminine (noun used as adjective), even more feminine than a woman (same as above), physiologically I was still a man. I was willing but unable to have a child. Every time I saw the ladies in the neighborhood walking hand in hand with their little children, I felt a pang of sadness.

"Oh right, my mother-in-law is coming today. I almost forgot, I have to go to the station to pick her up," Mrs. Li exclaimed dramatically, then grabbed her handbag and rushed out without paying any attention to me.

I smiled as I watched her retreating figure. A woman in her thirties, still so eccentric; I really don't know how Mr. Li can stand her.

"Miss, I'm Xiaogang, the fitness instructor here. May I introduce myself?" His voice sounded restrained.

I turned around and saw the tall young man standing opposite me, trying his best to appear calm, but his face was flushed.

Looking closely, I saw his slender build, his short, neat hair, his bright eyes, broad arms, and strong chest muscles—everything showed he was no longer a boy, but a man.

For some reason, seeing his body reminded me of my husband's body—similarly strong and well-built, giving a sense of security, and possessing a mature man's unique charm. Xiaogang's charm, on the other hand, was youthful and immature.

"Is it okay?"

Seeing my lack of reaction, and only staring at him, Xiaogang asked again.

I snapped out of my reverie, inwardly scolding myself for being so useless. How could I have so many associations? Was it really true that I couldn't resist a good man? I berated myself, hastily stood up, and said, "I'm sorry, I have to go home."

I ran out of the gym as if my life depended on it. I heard him calling after me, but I didn't dare turn around and ran even faster.

As I jogged out of the gym, I couldn't help but hate myself for being so useless. He hadn't wanted anything; he just wanted to get to know me. What was there to be afraid of? Even if I didn't want to, I could have just honestly rejected him. Why did I run away and let him look down on me for no reason, especially since I'm so much older than him?

I hailed a taxi, gave the driver my home address, and leaned back on the seat, my heart still pounding. I thought back to when my husband first pursued me; he was about the same age as Xiaogang, and I was just a 16-year-old boy. Although I had been taking medication for a while, I had always controlled the dosage. Wearing loose clothes, I looked like a boy with a slightly girlish appearance. But my husband never treated me like a man; he pursued me entirely as a girl. I closed my eyes, and memories flashed before me. At first, I hesitated, afraid to accept my husband's love, but his persistence moved me. The smartest decision I ever made was to be sure that my husband was the one who could give me a lifetime of happiness, and to agree to marry him. For him, I confronted my family, even breaking off all ties, and came to this unfamiliar city to live a life as a couple.

Because of the medication, I couldn't achieve orgasm through penile erection and ejaculation, so I had to seek anal pleasure from penile penetration. Perhaps this was why my libido was so strong.

"Madam, please get out,"

the driver's voice pulled me back to reality.

"Oh, we're here. What's going on? I need to go to XX neighborhood, where did you take me?" Just as I was about to get out of the car, I suddenly realized that this was a place I had never been before, it looked like an abandoned factory.

"That's right, we're here."

The driver turned around, and I noticed he was wearing a rabbit mask. "This is a place where we can have some fun."

"What did you say?"

I realized something was wrong and opened the car door to run, but wearing high heels, I couldn't run fast at all. I hadn't run more than a few steps when the driver caught up from behind and grabbed me.

"Be a good boy and listen to me, I won't do anything to you. I'll let you go after I've had my fun." The driver said with a lewd grin.

"Help!"

I struggled and screamed for help.

"Don't waste your energy, there's no one within a kilometer of here. You can scream your lungs out and no one will come to save you."

The taxi driver quickly subdued me with his strong hands and tied my hands together behind my back.

Realizing I couldn't escape, I pleaded with the driver, "Brother, please let me go. I'll give you the money. Besides, I'm a man."

"What?"

The driver looked incredulous. He dragged me into a factory building and began stripping me naked. My shirt was ripped off, and my two full breasts popped out of my bra.

"What's this? Still saying you're not a woman? I'm going to fuck you today. Don't try anything funny." The driver said, starting to suckle my nipples. It was early spring, only 4 or 5 degrees Celsius. My upper body was naked, enveloped in the cold, and goosebumps quickly rose on my skin. My body became even more sensitive; his sucking made me incredibly uncomfortable.

I now wished he would quickly remove my lower body to show him proof I was a man, but I was also afraid he would become enraged and hurt me. Coupled with the fear of being raped, my mind was in turmoil.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he pressed my head down, forcing me to my knees. He unzipped his pants, and a dark, already erect penis sprang out, thrusting towards my mouth.

"Lick my cock!" he commanded.

His penis was hard and black, with some clear secretions on its genitals, emitting a strong, fishy stench. I instinctively turned my head away.

A loud slap landed on my face, knocking me to the ground. Dazed, I scrambled to my feet, only to be met with his large penis again.

"Lick!"

His tone remained authoritative and brooking no disobedience.

I was stunned by the slap and instinctively opened my mouth. The thick penis immediately shoved it deep inside, all the way down my throat. My throat, which had never been explored before, was suddenly filled with a foreign object, which made me very uncomfortable. I gagged twice and barely managed not to vomit. He started thrusting, bending down to caress my breasts as he did so. At first, I felt very uncomfortable because of fear and discomfort, but under the dual stimulation from my breasts and mouth, my lewd nature gradually came out. I felt unusually comfortable and wanted to moan, but because my mouth was stuffed with his penis, I could only make "hmm, hmm, hmm..." sounds.

My moans only fueled his lust, and the frequency of his thrusts increased noticeably. He grabbed my long hair with one hand, and I could only remain in a fixed position, enduring his forceful thrusts. After about 20 minutes, he suddenly thrust forward, ejaculating a stream of hot, pungent semen deep into my throat. I wanted to spit it out, but he covered my mouth with his hand, saying, "Madam, it's very impolite not to swallow it the first time you give a man oral sex."

I hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to swallow it down, tears of humiliation streaming down my face.

At this moment, I was kneeling on the ground, naked from the waist up, my eyes filled with tears, and the string of semen still lingering at the corner of my mouth from his withdrawal.

Seeing my appearance, he quickly became hard again, pulling me up and tearing off my skirt. I had resigned myself to my fate and offered no further resistance.

Soon, my skirt and stockings were ripped off, and with a forceful pull, my thong was also torn, leaving my plump buttocks and long legs completely exposed to the cold air.

He pushed me against the wall, making me stand facing it. One hand rubbed my body, while the other reached down to my crotch, searching for my expected honeypot. A strange feeling welled up inside me; I actually wanted him to fuck my ass with his big penis. God, am I really that lewd? "Huh?" His hand touched my penis, and I couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Then he grabbed my penis and pulled it back sharply, making me cry out in pain.

"Damn, he really is a guy with a penis,"

he cursed, hesitated for a moment, and then muttered to himself, "Well, I've never fucked a transvestite before, I'll try something new today."

I felt my buttocks being forcefully spread apart, and then a hot, thick penis was thrust into my vagina.

Since my vagina was already wet, and his penis was smaller than my husband's, it went in all the way without much effort.

"Ah, so tight, tighter than a virgin, and so wet. Looks like you're a born slut."

He rhythmically slapped my buttocks with both hands while thrusting hard.

The sound of my buttocks being slapped echoed in the empty room, along with the "sizzling" sound of his thrusts.

Under the intense stimulation, I became excited and started to twist my buttocks and contract my anal muscles in response to the movement of his penis.

I said, "Oh... my big cock, my good brother... your cock... is so big and hard, oh... it's making me... almost... numb... oh... ah... I can't take it anymore... my legs are weak... I can't stand... let's change positions... I can't take it anymore... ah ah..." After being attacked by his penis, my whole body went limp, and I collapsed against the wall.

He laid me down on the ground, ordered me to stick my buttocks up high, and then shoved his penis in again.

"Ahhh...it's so big...my asshole is going to split open..."

I groaned, stretching my neck and tilting my head back, thick saliva dripping from my lips. My eyes were half-closed, my long eyelashes trembling with the impact from my rear, completely immersed in the pleasure of my rectum being penetrated and rubbed by the thick penis. The room was filled with a lewd atmosphere.

I twisted my hips frantically, contracting my anal muscles, sucking on the penis that was deeply inserted into my anus.

He hunched over me, his hands squeezing my full breasts, his mouth licking and sucking the well-maintained, delicate skin of my neck and back. His hips moved rapidly back and forth, his penis thrusting in and out of my anus like a piston. I cried out, "...No...my asshole is going to burst...I'll be fucked to death...ah!" It seemed he wasn't used to anal sex, as he ejaculated quickly.

After his climax, he disregarded my feelings and abruptly pulled his penis out. Because I hadn't had an enema beforehand, the feces in my stomach also poured out. I felt a sudden emptiness in my anus, and I desperately hoped he wouldn't pull out.

He held his penis back in front of me, which, besides his semen and my vaginal fluid, was also covered in some brown feces. "Clean it up for me," he said.

I'd grown accustomed to obedience, and with my lust aroused, I swallowed his penis without a second thought. The feces directly touched my taste buds; the bitter taste almost made me vomit, but I forced myself to lick it clean inch by inch.

"That feels good!"

the taxi driver praised, patting my head. Reluctantly, he started getting dressed and drove away, leaving me alone in the cold, deserted factory. I fiddled with my anus for a while before struggling to put on my clothes and walking for half an hour to find the highway back to the city.

[The End]

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