She forced herself on her young landlady

This is a true story, don't ask me, 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 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 pretty good.

When I heard that, I was delighted. This commercial district was actually a red-light district in this small town. So 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 really would melt if you squeezed it.

The landlady's voice was so sweet. I was completely oblivious. I paid and took the keys. When my friend patted my shoulder, I realized the landlady 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's family 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, 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'd gone out to find prostitutes at night. I said I wasn't in the mood for that anymore; I'm still a virgin, why would 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, that guy is so lucky, working with such a beautiful young woman, how awesome must that be! I didn't go to pay the rent proactively; am I crazy? If the landlord doesn't come, I don't want to pay! After several days of having no other choice, I finally gave in.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. An opportunity arose, and it made me a little angry. That night, it suddenly started pouring rain. 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 vanished. I quietly explained the situation and asked her to come and check. After hanging up, I inexplicably lashed out at my friend, leaving him completely bewildered. What was wrong with me?

Dawn broke, the rain stopped, and I rushed back to my room. Thankfully, everything was wet, but the bed, which I had propped up, wasn't wet. Looks like I could sleep there that night. But what about my belongings? I tidied up a bit, still a little angry, and went to bed to rest. I had just lain down when I heard noises on the stairs. The landlady was coming! I was thrilled—a beautiful young woman was here! I immediately jumped up and went to see. When the landlady saw me, she gave me an apologetic smile. I was instantly captivated and just stared at her, smiling foolishly. I stammered, "This...this..." Seeing my messy room, the landlady immediately knelt down to tidy it up. I felt too embarrassed to ask her to clean. But then, something terrible happened. The landlady's two...thatched 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 be? Perhaps the landlady was worried something might happen to me when she got up in the morning!

She dressed in a hurry, or maybe she has a habit of not wearing a bra. As she knelt down to clean the room, there was a glimpse of what was underneath her low-cut t-shirt. I was dizzy, mouth agape, frozen in place, jolted awake by this dreamlike scene. The landlady looked up and pulled me back to reality. I chuckled, my mind racing. What to do? What should I do? Should I even do it? I circled the landlady a few times, wanting one last look at her beautiful breasts, wondering how to get her into bed with me. Just then, the landlady suddenly got up and headed for the bathroom. I didn't know what she was doing. I looked around; she was almost done cleaning, probably going to wash her hands. If I didn't make my move soon, the beautiful young woman I'd already got would be gone.

I immediately turned around and drew the curtains, then went to the bathroom. The landlady came out just then, saw the room was dark, and said, "Why are the curtains drawn? It's so dark." She was about to draw the curtains to light it up when I saw this. I immediately followed her, and 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 penis pressing against her buttocks. Seeing my stance, the landlady had no intention of drawing the curtains anymore! She immediately tried to pry my hands off, attempting to break free.

But my two hands, having tasted the pleasure, wouldn't let go. I pressed down hard on the landlady's chest. 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, pinning her face down, and immediately pressed my mouth against hers, sealing her lips. Otherwise, it would be bad if she screamed; there were people going up and down the stairs. The landlady tried to turn her head away, but I wasn't going to let her succeed. 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 didn't move, but her lower body became restless, her legs twisting, trying to give herself some space. I wouldn't let her move, pressing down firmly.

Rape can only be achieved by exhausting her stamina. Otherwise, how could I succeed? I'm not that kind of strong man. About half an hour had passed, and the landlady, having struggled for so long under my weight, was exhausted. But I still had energy; my little brother was still burning with desire! I pinned her hands behind her back so I could free them 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 ripped them off with a strong pull. I spread her legs apart, making it easier to enter 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 towards the spot. It went in! It went in! The action I had been thinking about and repeating every night had finally come true today. I

was inside, and a surge of excitement coursed through me. It was a little wet inside, but not very lubricated, which made me a little uncomfortable. I moved my hips a few times, trying to adjust and hopefully get a better feel for it. Perhaps the landlady realized 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'd succeeded, so I straightened up and thrust in. The landlady's body trembled; it seemed I'd hit her G-spot. My hands were finally free, and I immediately started to remove the t-shirt that had led me to this. As soon as the t-shirt was down to her armpits, her two snow-white breasts, which I couldn't help but fondle every time I ate steamed buns, popped out. My eyes widened, and I buried my head in them, lunging forward to bite her nipple and suckle.

It was like returning to childhood, suckling at my mother's nectar, so absorbed, so excited. But with my mother, there were no impure thoughts; at this moment, I cast aside all social morality, my eyes wandering, my lower body still thrusting passionately. Under my double assault, the landlady's body was aroused by primal instincts, responding naturally; her honeyed orifice also sensed, waves of fluid flowing out. My thrusting became much more natural and lighter, the frequency increasing to a high level. After a long period of friction, the landlady below also felt excited, twisting her body to adapt to the rhythm, her mouth emitting moans. Encouraged by the landlady's passive cooperation, I became even more energetic. My lower body thrust, my hands working back and forth on her breasts.

I felt incredibly comfortable; after more than two hundred thrusts, I was too excited, and in a flash, I couldn't hold back, hugging the landlady tightly, and ejaculated. I ejaculated all inside her; I didn't care anymore. Completely relaxed, I lay on top of the landlord, not wanting to move. The landlord, still enjoying the passion of the moment, only snapped back to reality when I collapsed against him. I turned over, lying on my back, utterly exhausted from the passion. The landlord picked up the torn underwear I'd pulled down and used it to wipe himself, giving me a hateful glare as he did so. He put on 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. 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, it was burning hot, still wet with the lubricant from our passion. Thinking this, I stroked it up and down until my hand was numb before finally pulling out.

In the days that followed, I repeatedly relived the passion of raping the landlord, relaxing my penis in the process. I kept thinking, if I had had more energy that day, I could have done it again, in a different position. What would that feel like? I kept replaying those thoughts in my mind, planning them over and over again. But the chance was gone. The landlord never saw me again; the young man downstairs always collected the rent. I couldn't ask for anything more; once was enough.

If the landlord's husband found out, I figured I was dead. The landlord was, of course, a woman, a young married woman working in the education system. Why did I rape her? First, because I'm a normal man, and second, because she was incredibly sexy.

That 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, who always preferred to be alone, immediately asked a friend to find me a place to live.

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! When I saw the landlady, my heart pounded. She had such a great figure and such fair skin; today I finally understood what "cream skin" meant—it would melt if you squeezed it.

The landlady's voice was also very sweet. I was completely oblivious. I paid and took the key. When my friend patted my shoulder, I realized the landlady was already gone. My friend joked, "What's wrong? Staring blankly, were you stunned?" I smiled. "If a woman like that lived nearby, that would be great. 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 house raiding; she wouldn't come over unless there was a reason.

This kept me up for several nights, and I'd get up in the middle of the night and masturbate in the bathroom. I was in so much pain that I couldn't concentrate on class, and I slept during the day whenever I had a spare moment. My classmates found it strange and wondered if I was going out to see prostitutes. I told them I wasn't in the mood for that anymore, that I was still a virgin, and that I wouldn't just give myself to a prostitute! Actually, I wasn't anymore, and I didn't even know who I'd given myself to; only God knows.

After seeing the landlord, I had no desire to see prostitutes 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, thinking and thinking, until the month was up and it was time to pay the rent. I called her that evening, saying, "Landlord, I'll pay you the rent and utilities tonight." The landlord answered calmly, "Give the money to the young man downstairs; he's my colleague. He'll give you a receipt for the utilities." My heart sank. Wow, that guy's so lucky! Working with such a beautiful young woman, he must be ecstatic. I didn't pay the rent proactively; am I crazy? I didn't want to pay unless the landlord showed up. After several days, I finally had no choice but to pay.

Heaven helps those who help themselves. An opportunity came, 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. At my friend's, I angrily called the landlord. When I heard her voice, her usually angry and gruff voice inexplicably wouldn't come out. I quietly explained the situation, hoping she could come and take a look. After hanging up, I inexplicably lashed out at my friend, leaving him completely confused. 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 captivated, staring at her dumbly. I said, "This, this..." Seeing my messy room, the landlady immediately knelt down to tidy up. I felt embarrassed to ask her to clean, but then, something terrible happened. The landlady's two... well, you know, they were so white they made me dizzy. I didn't know what to do, but my little brother naturally 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 was underneath her low-cut t-shirt caught my eye. I was dizzy, mouth agape, frozen in place, jolted awake by the dreamlike scene. The landlady looked up, pulling me back to reality. I chuckled, a struggle raging within me: what to do, what to do, should I do it or not? I circled the landlady a few times, wanting another glimpse of her beautiful breasts, wondering how to get her into bed with me. Suddenly, the landlady 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 and turning, trying to give herself some room to maneuver. But I couldn't let her move, I held her down tightly.

I could only rape her by wearing her down. Otherwise, how could I succeed? I'm not exactly a strong man. About half an hour had passed, and the landlady, after struggling for so long under me, was running out of energy. But I still had some; my little brother was still burning with desire! I pinned her hands behind her back so I could free them 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 ripped them off with a strong pull. I spread her legs apart, making it easier to enter her vagina, which I had been longing 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 been thinking about and repeating every night had finally come true today.

It went in! I felt a surge of excitement. It was a little damp 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. 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 for so long. I thought I had succeeded, so I straightened up and 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 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 steamed buns

, popped out. My eyes widened, and I buried my head in them, lunging forward to bite her nipple and suckle. It was like being a child again, sucking on 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 just now, was also enjoying the aftertaste of pleasure. I only came to my senses when I collapsed onto him, limp and exhausted. I flipped myself over, lying on my back, too weak to move, utterly drained from 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 put on 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. 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. Reaching down, it was burning hot, still wet with the lubricant from our passion. Thinking this, I stroked it up and down until my hand was numb before finally pulling out.

In the days that followed, I repeatedly relived the passion of raping the landlord, relaxing my penis. I wondered what it would feel like if I had had more energy that day, and did it again, in a different position. I relived the memory again and again, planned it out again and again. But the chance was gone. The landlord never saw me again, and the young man downstairs collected the rent each time. I couldn't ask for anything more; once was enough. If the landlord's husband found out, I think I'd be dead.

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