Raped and deceived

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About three months ago, one night, my husband was dead drunk. Annson helped him
home. While I was in the kitchen, he suddenly grabbed me and took me.

At first, I resisted fiercely, but Annson covered my mouth from behind with his hand,
saying that if I made a sound, it would wake my husband, and then I wouldn't be able to explain myself. Then, he lifted
my skirt and pulled down my panties, spreading my vagina open with his fingers.

When this brutal and lewd act began, my blood ran cold. However, a burning
sensation gradually made me lose myself. When I came to, my breasts were being grabbed by his hands, and my fully exposed
buttocks were being pulled close to his abdomen as he thrust his rough penis into me from behind.

Annson straddled me, his hands gripping my soft breasts tightly, thrusting shallowly and deeply,
seemingly casually, while desperately trying to stifle my moans. Annson stretched out his right hand
, his large, thick palms covering my mouth. But this silence only intensified my
pleasure.

Annson continued thrusting, his thrusts driving me to climax.

"Wow! Linda, you're trembling even deep inside," Annson's lewd words echoed
in my ears from behind. At the same time, he forcefully thrust his penis into my soft depths.

His obscene words brought me shame, but also heightened my excitement;

the word "climax" repeated repeatedly in my mind.

Not far from the kitchen, on the sofa in the living room, my husband was snoring loudly, which only amplified the stimulation.

My mind went blank. In my entire twenties, I was experiencing an unprecedented
climax. Tears welled in my tightly closed eyes, and my whole body convulsed.

Since that night, I felt like I had been captured by Annson. Whenever my husband Andy is away on
business and the house is empty, I look forward to Annson calling me so we
can embrace in a hotel and let out a series of excited shouts.

With my husband, I have to force myself to behave like a proper woman, but with
Annson, who is a year younger than me, I can do whatever I want.

Also, because Annson always says lewd things when he hugs me, I've
unconsciously gotten used to it too. Hearing these indecent words releases my lustful nature and makes
me even more excited. But what attracts me most is Annson's long, thick penis!

In fact, when Annson's penis is erect, it's twice the size of my husband's. His penis, as
hard as a club, gives me a feeling of fullness once it's inside me; my muscles feel like they're melting,
giving me intense pleasure.

Three months ago, I first experienced this intense pleasure, and even though my mind disagreed, my body remembered it
clearly .

That afternoon, Annson left the company and used a nearby hotel room to summon me. Initially, I
hesitated, but the thought of Annson's penis made my body give in.

In the end, I went to the hotel anyway. Under the blazing afternoon sun, I lay on the cool bed, like a
white sexual beast, intoxicated by the pleasures of intercourse.

Whatever Annson wanted to do, whatever positions he wanted to embarrass me, I agreed to.

I was drenched in sweat as I satisfied his every demand, immersing myself in extreme
eroticism .

Even
when and even allowed him to record the act. The shame of having my most intimate parts photographed awakened
an exhibitionism I had never known before. The fiery
excitement returned.

The persona I projected on those tapes was like another person, vulgar and explicit, as if I were someone else,
which only fueled my excitement. However, while dealing with Annson's lewd advances, I maintained my
composure .

That day on the phone, I learned I had gained a rival, a painful blow to my heart. Although
I had heard Annson had a girlfriend, he now wanted me to witness their intimacy.

My female dignity was absolutely unforgivable. I was furious at Annson's actions.

But Annson coldly told me, "It's a pity you won't accept my request with her.
Our relationship ends here!"

This weighty declaration made me panic.

"Wait, please tell me the hotel room number!" I blurted out nervously into the phone, flustered
.

"Really! I knew you were a reasonable person!" On the other end of the phone, I could feel his twisted
laughter. I couldn't bring myself to leave this man, and I even hated myself a little.

"But I don't want to just look! After her, I want your care too!"
Even I thought my voice sounded seductive.

"Of course, after you're done with her, I'll satisfy you with your favorite big cock!" Annson
said. I also heard a young girl's laughter, as if she was slowly approaching him.

I felt insulted, but it also made my heart burn, and my inner thighs became
wet . I went into my dorm room, took out new underwear, and stripped naked.

I usually changed into new underwear when I met Annson. Wearing new underwear would create
that atmosphere, make me feel more fulfilled, and make me more aware that I am a woman.

Before putting on my underwear, I would go to the mirror in my dorm room and look at my posture. Her beautiful
, flowing black hair cascaded over her slender figure, complementing her pretty face; she felt she was in no way inferior to models or actresses.

Her bamboo-stalk-shaped breasts, set against her slender waist, appeared even more full; I've always been proud of my
excellent figure. My thighs were long, my waist high; I was like a piece of white porcelain,
my snow-white naked body perfectly proportioned. I put on new underwear, a pure white dress, and then a bright yellow
coat.

I closed the doors and windows, left the luxurious residence, and got into a taxi.
It would take about twenty minutes to reach Anson's hotel.

The setting sun shone on me as I walked through the hotel's revolving doors, across the lobby, and headed towards the elevator.

I entered the
eerily quiet corridor and rang the doorbell for room 2425.

The lock turned, and the door slid in. A long-haired woman, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, poked her head out. She
had a long nose and a pretty, delicate face. Seeing me, she smiled playfully.

Her bright eyes, lovely face, and clearly naked
body made me feel surprised that she was there to greet me.

I was momentarily stunned by her fair skin.

"I'm Linda. Is Annson there?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yes, please come in!" The young woman smiled and led me into the room.

"Ah! You're so quick!" Annson, already naked, sat on the double bed, greeting me
. I looked away from his thick armpit hair and his erect penis, which stood like a pillar reaching for the sky.

"Where should I sit?" I tossed my handbag onto the coffee table and said with a drawn-out mouth.

"Well! Sit on the sofa over there! Let me show you around first. Let me introduce
you to Miss Stella. She's our company's secretary, and we've been seeing each other for over a year.
Isn't she lovely? She even licks my back door with ease!"

Anson chuckled as the young woman returned, having closed the door. He turned to her and said
, "Say hello to Stella!"

"My name is Stella," Stella said with a joyful smile,
bowing slightly to me as I sat in the chair. Then she took a nylon rope from the drawer. Anson got up
from the bed , took the rope from Stella, and slowly walked over to me.

"Bear with it for now," Annson said, tying me up with rope.

"What...what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I'm just afraid you might get jealous and cause trouble for me and Stella,
so you'll have to put up with this for now." Annson tied my hands behind the sofa, then walked onto the bed, his hard, reddish-black penis
swaying between his legs.

Stella had already removed her towel and was lying naked on the bed waiting for Annson.
A patch of slightly dark pubic hair covered her milky-white skin, every inch of her body gleaming,
giving her a wild and lewd look.

"Lick me!" Annson commanded her.

Stella, touched by the man's penis, bent over like a white rabbit, opening her
lips and taking Annson's rough glans into her mouth. A lewd, sucking sound stimulated
my bound hearing.

Stella's long hair was disheveled as she continued her oral service to Anson. After a while, she said with a seductive
smile , "Ah! I'm melting, come on, put it in me."

Anson arched his back and swayed, and I watched as he grasped Stella's
delicate hand, as if the woman couldn't hold back any longer; the firm muscles of his buttocks were also twitching.

Stella, as if victorious, proudly released the man's erection from her lips,
brushed her long hair that had fallen across her chest back, and sat on Anson's body, her full breasts bouncing
as she did so.

"Want to enter Stella's body?" she asked proudly, straddling the man's body.

"Yes, I want to! Sit down quickly!"

Anson lifted his hips even higher, his black penis, erect like a club, glistening with the young
girl 's saliva.

"Want to go into Stella's cunt?"

"Yes! Hurry up and thrust in! I really want to pounce into your fairy cave!"

Their lewd conversation, coupled with their panting breaths, reached a point of mutual excitement. Stella
lowered her hips, and the two of them joined together.

Anson and Stella seemed to have forgotten my presence; they cried
out and moaned , both lost in the fusion of their bodies. However, ignored by everyone else, I too
became wet deep inside. If my hands could move, I would definitely be scratching this aching secret cave with both hands; now, even I
was extremely excited.

Young Stilea's snow-white, heart-shaped buttocks rose and fell like waves, a moist, red
sheen peeking out from her secret crevice. Anson's penis, glistening with her vibrant, multicolored vaginal
fluid , thrust in and out repeatedly.

Watching this, coupled with the strange sounds of the wet fluids colliding, aroused me even more.

The two on the bed constantly changed positions, their union reaching its climax. Anson's buttocks
convulsed violently, Stilea trembled all over, her fingers digging deep into his back muscles,
soaking wet and tightly clinging to his body, her toes clenching nervously. I am a woman too, and of course I knew Stilea
was at her most excited and blissful moment, and I regretted that I wasn't the one being penetrated.

After they finished, they collapsed like limp mud. As their bodies separated, I saw Anson's semen overflowing from Stilea's
vaginal opening—a sight that filled me with unbearable envy. At that moment, I wondered
why I didn't feel jealous. I felt my underwear was soaked, as if I had just had
sex myself.

Annson slowly walked away from the bed, untied me, and helped me up and lie down on the bed.
Together, stripped me naked, leaving me completely naked.

I felt like I was hypnotized, losing all willpower, letting them undress me and push me
to the inside of the bed. Annson made me lie between him and Lin Stella. Stella
spread her legs, wiping away the fluids that had seeped out from her movements with a tissue, then
opened my tightly closed thighs as well.

Annson pointed to his still-erect penis and told me to suck it. Lost in ecstasy, I used my lips
and tongue to suck and lick his penis, occasionally letting my lips leave, letting out moans of "Ah! Ya!"
and swaying my hips.

My spread-open crotch was being licked by Stella; the flesh walls, like cracks in a rock, were being licked by every...
She even licked my clitoris with her tongue. This Stella, she really has some skills, even I, a woman, am
almost melted by her.

I feel my flesh hole getting wetter and wetter! My sensitive clitoris keeps throbbing, how did I
become such a lewd person! Stella's left hand brushed my pubic hair, then sucked on my
clitoris. Stella's right hand, two fingers, were eagerly trying to slip into my secret hole.

"Ah, no!" I was turned over and made to lie face down, my face and hair pressed against the bed, and Annson
was whipping my cheeks with his hard rod.

"Does it feel good? Tell me which part feels the best!"

"There, ah! Down there... down there! Ah! I can't take it anymore! Have mercy on me."

Intense pleasure, like a pillar of fire, coursed through my entire body, and my clitoris, with its fingers moving incessantly,
involuntarily tightened its grip, until finally it burst forth, becoming even more uncontrollable.

At the moment I needed it most, Annson filled me with his thick, hard penis, followed by
a frenzied thrusting. I experienced multiple orgasms, and I don't know how much vaginal fluid I produced, until Annson
ejaculated inside me and then collapsed into a deep sleep.

A week later, my husband returned, but he was always hesitant in his speech. However, he finally said
, "That bastard Annson embezzled public funds and then vanished without a trace. His secretary, Stella
, also disappeared. It seems she was involved too. We opened Annson's drawer and found
many photos of him and Stella having sex. There were even some submitted to adult magazines! Some of the women in the photos
look a lot like you, but I know it can't be real!"

I immediately denied it and then hid in the kitchen. I covered my eyes with my hands, trying to stifle my sobs
so my husband wouldn't notice.

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