A Seductive Woman's Confession

I'm the union chairperson at my workplace. Although I'm over forty, I still feel beautiful.
So I don't understand my husband's decision to have a sexless marriage. It's been almost two years, and my husband hasn't loved me at all.
Although we still sleep in the same bed, and although I often try to seduce him by wearing alluring clothes, his
only response is: "I'm so tired, I have work tomorrow."

My husband went on a business trip two weeks ago. I don't know when he'll be back. What does it matter if he's in
bed ? I still sleep alone. Have I really lost my charm? Is there something wrong with my self-perception?

Why doesn't my husband touch me anymore? Why? It's so frustrating! Have I really lost my charm? Unfortunately, I
can't find someone to verify it. Oh no, it seems there's a chance. I just heard a noise in the living room; I guess a burglar broke in.
I'll go check. Haha, there really is a burglar. Because it's late, I can't see clearly, but
I can make out the thief's figure—quite burly. Great, I'll go find him.

Anyway, I'm not wearing anything. Since my husband left, I haven't liked wearing clothes. When I get home, I'm always
naked . What? You mean, do you close the curtains or not? Are you kidding me? It's so hot, don't you want the room
to get some fresh air? What? What if someone sees you? That's ridiculous. Every woman is the same.
So what if they see you? What's the big deal? I really don't understand some women. To be honest, once I was on a train trip, and my cleavage
was a bit low. After sitting for a while, I felt someone taking pictures. So what if they take pictures? What's the big deal? I
pretended not to notice. I even consciously spread my legs. A while later, I saw these
photos online, titled "Slut Not Paying Attention, Exposed and Photographed." Slut? Good name. I am pretty slutty now,
thanks to my husband! I miss men!

Anyway, I quietly opened the door a crack, then gently returned to bed, covering
my stomach with the blanket. My current state is: my breasts and my proudly displayed thighs are exposed. As for
my pussy, it was covered by the blanket.

To be honest, it only took the thief a few minutes to sneak into the bedroom, but in those few minutes, my
feelings were indescribable. I was nervous and anxious. The moment I heard the thief push open my bedroom door,
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. About a minute later, I heard the thief
swallow .

He quietly lifted the blanket that should have been on me. I guess he was cautious; he didn't pounce on me immediately
, but gently closed the door and locked it. Then he gently rubbed my breasts. After a moment, he
stopped rubbing my breasts and stopped moving, but I heard the sound of a zipper being released. Needless to say, he must have
unzipped his pants. Sure enough, soon, I felt
something soft and fleshy rubbing back and forth on my lips. He didn't dare to be too rough, afraid of waking me up. But that smell fascinated me—it
meant this guy hadn't showered in a long time, it was smelly, but it only fueled my primal desires, and I
unconsciously groaned. Warm fluid involuntarily seeped from my pussy.

I pretended to open my mouth unconsciously, making it easier for him to put that fleshy worm inside. He didn't suspect anything, and seeing my
open mouth, he gently placed the worm inside. To stimulate him, I secretly licked the worm with my tongue.
He felt pleasure and unconsciously increased his movements. The timing was perfect; I decided to scare him.

"Hmm...hmm...ah—what are you doing?" I suddenly opened my eyes, my face full of terror, and
shoved him away, quickly grabbing the blanket to cover my injured body, intentionally leaving my pussy exposed.
Deep down, I was overjoyed; I was going to be an actress, and I'd be excellent.

"Huh?" The thief was startled by my sudden action and turned to leave. But I hadn't had my fill yet;
could I let him go? I deliberately spoke incoherently, "How did you know no one was home today? How did you know
my husband wouldn't be back tonight?" On the surface, I was questioning the thief, but actually, I was telling him, "
Go ahead and have your way with me; no one will ruin your fun."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the thief stopped, turned around, and said with a playful expression, "I don't know;
you told me."

Only then did I realize that, due to nervousness, his penis was still outside, not yet pushed back in. Consumed by
lust, I, out of reason, only glanced at this penis out of the corner of my eye—this
penis that was about to send me to heaven.

But he was just looking at me; I wanted him to have me, and the blanket was a burden. I screamed and threw the blanket at him forcefully
: "Get away! Don't come near me!"

The thief caught the blanket I threw and tossed it aside. He didn't move forward, but looked at me leisurely:
"Your body shows signs of age, but not heavily. It's hard to believe you're in your forties. You've maintained yourself so well."

I pretended to be surprised, quickly covering my chest with one hand and my genitals with the other, and cried out: "Judging by your age, you're only in your twenties
. I'm over forty, old enough to be your mother. Please don't do this!"

The thief ignored my words, his eyes red, and laughed, "I've had a dream since childhood to cherish
my homeroom teacher. She was about this age back then. You old hag, just grant my wish." With that,
he pounced on me.

My pussy had actually been craving that fleshy worm for a long time, but I had to pretend to be innocent, so I could only struggle,
even though I was extremely unwilling. I wanted him to rush into me immediately.

"Slap! Slap!" The thief slapped me twice. "You slut! I've been so polite to you, and you
're so ungrateful, you insist I use force!" With each slap, I could feel my desire
spreading, I could feel my cunt gushing out hot, lustful fluids, a cry for flesh, I
could feel my reason crumbling: "No...no...I can't do this. Even if I crave it, I have to
hold back. You're the chairman of the union, after all. If I give in to my feelings, I'll lose all face."

Seeing that I didn't give in, the thief smiled slightly: "You're quite strong. Fine then, I'll compromise. I have
another dream to fulfill. I've always wanted to taste the beautiful feet of a beautiful woman. To be honest, I
've seen many beautiful women, but once they take off their shoes, their feet are extremely ugly. But your feet have a unique kind of
beauty. I'll use your feet to fulfill my wish." With that, the thief began to taste
my feet, toe by toe.

Honestly, my feet have never been touched by a man's mouth before. I think the vast majority of
women have also never had their feet touched by a man's mouth. Before this, when I heard the words "foot fetishist," I
could only associate them with the other two words: "pervert." But when a man actually played with my feet, I actually
felt a sense of beauty in this group of people.

Yes, because I personally despise foot fetishists. So, the
moment , I felt a wave of nausea and vomiting, instinctively thinking that he was disgusting. However, my body's instinctive reaction
contradicted my thoughts, gradually defeating my reason.

I must say, his oral skills were quite good. I resisted the urge to kick him aside, but a strange
feeling arose within me. This strange feeling made my genitals constantly generate heat. I suddenly had a premonition that his
act of tasting my feet would gradually shatter my reason, making me his slave.

Yes, that's exactly what happened, just as I thought. He sucked on my toes one moment, and licked the
soles of my feet the next. My desire was swelling, and my reason was being lost.

"I want a man! I want a man!" My inner desire roared, each cry louder than the last! But
I was still desperately holding onto the last line of reason.

As if he had seen through my thoughts, his hand quietly touched my clitoris. I was already on the
verge of collapse, and this moment was like a bolt of lightning, completely robbing me of my reason. I felt a strong urge to urinate rushing to
my brain. I tried to control it, but it was too late; a long stream of urine gushed out.

After urinating, I suddenly pushed him down and roared, "You bastard, you're too gentle! Don't you
know I've been waiting impatiently?" My sudden change of heart stunned the thief; he just stared at me blankly.

Now, in my frenzy, I took the initiative. Although his penis was already outside, I was still pulling down
his pants, then suddenly sucking on it with one hand, while the other hand was stroking my cunt, making muffled
moans like, "So good... um... so good..."

He seemed like a novice, experiencing something like this for the first time, still stunned and not yet reacting. I leaned close to his
ear and encouraged him with a smile, "Charge like a man!" As I spoke, I lightly bit his earlobe.

My words struck him like a thunderbolt; he suddenly snapped out of it, violently flipping me over and pinning me beneath him, laughing wildly:
"I never knew you were so lewd at heart. It's a shame you're not a prostitute."

The words "lewd" and "prostitute" intensified my desire, my reason vanished further, and
I cried out, "I am a slut, I am a whore, I am your slave now. Great master,
enjoy me as you please!"

The thief glanced at me, a smirk playing on his lips, and said, "Is that so? I'm the master now? Let me
try ?" He then began to gently caress my breasts. But such gentle caresses could not extinguish my soaring
desire. I practically screamed, "Master, please abuse me! Please grab my breasts harder!"
The thief bit my breasts forcefully, the force just right—I clearly felt intense pain, yet my
breasts didn't break. Already extremely lewd, this pain only amplified my lust.
He was also forcefully tearing at my buttocks with his hands, scratching as he did so. My desire was surging
, slowly climbing higher.

Suddenly, the thief stopped everything. How could I bear this? My attention had been distracted by his earlier
actions when he completely stopped did I realize I
felt ants crawling all over my vulva. I cried out, "What are you doing? Come on, have sex with me!"

The thief merely played with his penis, grinning wickedly, "Have sex with you? So cheap?"

I saw his penis was already erect, ready to pounce. But its master knew my current
state perfectly well; he was going to torment me. But at that moment, I no longer felt like a person; I was merely a slave to
desire , desperately craving someone to touch my pain.

The thief chuckled, retreating to the doorway, his back to it, and said, "I want you to crawl
over here like a bitch and say, 'Master, your slutty bitch requests a blowjob.'"

At that moment, all I could see was the thief's alluring genitals. I slowly crawled over,
exaggeratedly wiggling my hips as I did so, mimicking a bitch wagging its tail. Reaching him, I straightened up and said, "
Master, your slutty bitch slave requests a blowjob of your alluring cock."

The thief gently lifted my chin, aimed the genitals at my mouth, and thrust in suddenly: "Ugh!"
I groaned. Because my throat was constricted, I felt like I couldn't breathe for a moment. But I didn't
struggle, desperately enduring the discomfort. After about ten seconds, the thief pulled out the genitals. I took the opportunity
to breathe deeply. The thief, probably noticing my unusual state, raised his hand and slapped me across the face
several times, cursing, "You little bitch, how did you become a slave? You're already this pathetic after just one time?"
Without pausing, he thrust into my mouth again.

After several repetitions, the thief told me to turn my back to him and raise my buttocks. I followed his instructions. He
tested my anus with his fingers, then slightly inserted them. I cried out, "It hurts!" "Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The thief slapped my buttocks hard several more times, yelling, "You filthy bitch, I'm going to make you feel good, and you're crying out in pain!
I'm going to do it here anyway!" Without any foreplay, he aimed his penis at my anus and
thrust his hips forward. I screamed, "It hurts so much!" But his waist was firmly controlled, and I couldn't break free.
For a period of time, both his thrusting and withdrawing movements caused me intense
pain.

However, after a while, probably because the pain in my anus had gone numb, the pain gradually
disappeared. There was a faint, peculiar sensation. As time went on, the pain completely vanished
, and that faint sensation became more pronounced. I can't describe what it felt like; I can only say it was
an ecstasy.

Suddenly, the thief stopped again, and with a loud shout, "Ah—!" I felt a surge of heat rush
into my stomach. I knew he had ejaculated. His heat was scalding hot, stimulating me to orgasm again.
Just as my orgasm began, the thief shoved his penis near my mouth, saying, "It's all yours."
"Lick it clean." I was bewitched, obediently licking the filth off the worm, and even cleaning the surrounding
area, including the scrotum, with my tongue.

The thief lay down comfortably to one side, patted my buttocks, and laughed, "You little bitch, you still have
my semen in your ass, pull it out and eat it." As he spoke, he handed me his underwear. How long had it been since he
showered ? The smell of these underwear was unusually strong, but I liked it. I put it on the ground and tried
to defecate. After a while, I felt like I couldn't go any further. I stuffed the underwear into my mouth bit by bit,
carefully washing it.

The thief wasn't idle either; he secretly took out his phone and filmed my lewd behavior.

Neither of us slept that night. As dawn broke, I urged, "Let's go now."
He quickly dressed, laughing, "I'll miss you, my lovely, filthy bitch. I'll come back
and fuck you again sometime." I laughed too, "I won't miss you, but I'll miss my little master." Saying this, I kissed his engorged member
through his crotch, and again urged, "Let's go now. Otherwise, it'll be too late."

He left, leaving me covered in his semen. During last night's outrageous acts, he hadn't ejaculated
inside me again, but instead smeared his semen all over me, including my feet. I planned to let it
stay on my body for a day, then take a proper shower that night. After all, opportunities to experience being covered in semen are rare; I had to
cherish them.

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