It's not that I'm not a virtuous woman.

When I woke up, I found myself completely naked.
I checked my genitals and there was still some semen residue.
Oh no! I quickly went to take a shower, washing my ravaged body while crying uncontrollably.
Recalling with regret, I wondered who the beast was.
I'm sorry to my husband; I can't wash away the shame of being sexually assaulted.
We've been married for five years, and I'm almost 28 this year.
I never thought this would happen to me.
I regret it. I love dressing up, maintaining a slim and full figure, and regularly taking care of my skin.
But this led to this predicament! I calmed down and looked for clues. It's all my fault for being too drunk and unprepared.
The examination revealed no injuries, the room was not in disarray, and there was ginseng tea that had been brewed.
Before leaving, the prisoner covered me with a blanket, turned off the lights, and locked the door.
I suspected it was someone I knew! I just realized that the prisoner had actually helped me remove my makeup! Oh my god! How drunk must I be?
She cried her eyes out and collapsed from exhaustion into sleep... The next few days passed peacefully. Even if it was just a one-night stand, I couldn't accept it.
I tried my best to act like it never happened, since I'm not exactly a pampered young lady anyway.
My husband is often away, so I try my best to check to make sure I don't leave any evidence.
I thought I had successfully fooled myself and deceived the world... In the past few days, anonymous people have been sending flowers to my seat, and I've gotten used to it.
It's a common occurrence, because there are so many people in the company building, I didn't know that all of them, even married people, are like this.
The company recently took on a project proposal from a large enterprise, and everyone is working overtime.
As usual, I worked overtime until late at night.
I was suddenly woken up; it turned out I had fallen asleep.
I apologized hastily; it turned out to be William, the company's managing director and general manager of the advertising department.
My previous impression of him was that he was serious and strict, and that he always acted in accordance with the law.
Today, however, he unusually forgave me and said he would take me home.
I wanted to refuse, but my colleague who was giving me a ride left without waiting for me.
Moreover, I was caught dozing off at the company, so I took the opportunity to explain and curry favor with my boss.
In the parking lot, I realized that he actually had a driver and a motorhome to pick him up and drop him off.
As expected of a high-ranking company executive, currying favor with them will definitely help with future promotions.
Upon closer inspection, the other person's figure was well-maintained, but there were old blemishes and bumps on their face.
I flattered him, saying he was impressive, young and capable, already a senior executive in the company! He even had a motorhome.
He drove back to the company car seriously. He's not young anymore, he's already 35! Is he hungry? I covered my mouth and chuckled. Only 35? Wow, I thought you were 45. You look really old.
Just then, his stomach started growling, and he covered his mouth and chuckled.
Suddenly I thought he was quite cute. Although he wasn't good-looking, he had a manly charm.
His serious, impeccably dressed suit and the smirk that followed him seemed incongruous, yet it revealed a touch of warmth.
When we arrived at the restaurant, we all remained silent.
I started to feel stressed again.
I tentatively brought up work-related matters, but he replied that I was off work.
Perhaps he felt it was impolite, so he started to create conversation by talking about your home.
He was interested in talking about personal matters, so I took the opportunity to brag about how my husband is a doctor and has a high income.
He would also ask about my interests, which felt quite comfortable.
But he said nothing about himself.
It seems there's no chance of currying favor.
As we were finishing our meal, I froze.
He also had bodyguards, and they didn't notice the two people sitting in the front seat while in the car.
When the bodyguard reminded me that it was getting late and asked me to pay the bill, I did something stupid.
I wanted to say I'd treat him to a meal to thank him for driving me home and taking me out for dinner.
The bill came to 40,000! My God! What did they eat? Gold? Look closely, two bottles of red wine already cost over 30,000! That's outrageous, they're taking advantage of the employees.
Did you try to bribe your boss? He ended up paying the bill.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
His seriousness and indifference were unbearable for me, though he was a decent person.
Because the wine is delicious and high-end, why not drink it?
I'll just drink too much.
When he dropped me off at home, he insisted on taking me upstairs, but I politely declined.
He coldly replied, "You've had too much to drink. I also need to use the restroom."
I prepared a hot towel for him when he went to the toilet, hoping to curry favor with him.
Your face is very red, are you alright? You can use the hot towel yourself.
My face, which was already flushed from being drunk, turned even redder.
No, I can still drink. I have a high alcohol tolerance, and the red wine I just drank was really good.
Really? Don't be stubborn.
I was still a bit annoyed, so I took out the old wine that my husband had been collecting for many years as a way of thanking him for treating me earlier.
"I really don't like your wine!" He picked up his phone and ordered his bodyguard to bring the wine up.
Wow, you carry your wine with you? Yeah, I don't have anything else, but I love drinking good wine.
I tried the wine he brought, and it was indeed delicious, smooth, and mellow.
Judging by the bottle, it must be an expensive item.
He suddenly kissed me lightly, and I was momentarily stunned.
He turned back to drinking.
I wiped my mouth in surprise, wanting to scold him, but then I felt that his kiss was gentle.
I said warily, "William, you seem to be drunk. It's getting late..." He took advantage of the alcohol and came over to hug me, then kissed me.
I tried to push him away, but he held me tightly, though his kisses were indeed gentle.
He was a master; I found it hard to resist his kisses.
In my mind, I remembered that we rarely get intimate with my husband, and that he was overweight and unromantic... I still pushed him away, and he actually said it wasn't the first time.
I was furious at his outrageous insults.
What are you saying? I'm not a casual person.
He quickly took off his clothes, revealing a great physique with bronze-colored muscle curves.
The point is his erection... standing tall and proud, so attractive! You...you, what's wrong with you? What do you want? I don't want to.
He rushed over and rubbed my waist, kissing my neck.
Oh no, this move is a killer move for me.
At that moment, I was powerless to resist, and I even groaned and enjoyed it.
I could feel his hot rod rubbing against my thigh.
Several times I had the urge to grip his penis.
I stopped my own thoughts, realizing that once I grasped them, I was willing.
I tried to deny it and resist it with my mind, but my body couldn't break free.
He whispered in my ear and breathed hot air, which made me unbearably aroused.
His praise and flirtation drove me to lose control layer by layer.
I know I am indeed somewhat attractive, and I know even more clearly that he only wants to sleep with me.
But I also have needs; I can feel my genitals releasing sexual fluid.
Suddenly I felt a tightness in my chest; he was already kneading my breasts while undressing me.
I grabbed his elbow and tried to push him away, but he just held on tightly and wouldn't let go, unable to move him.
I felt my breasts being kneaded, like a massage, a caress, a soothing sensation—a stimulating yet contradictory kind of comfort.
I comfortably put my hands behind my back, as if I were willingly being violated.
I spread my legs, revealing my underwear, and waited for him to arrive.
He certainly didn't disappoint me.
She thought he would be as rude and impatient as her husband.
He was very gentle and considerate.
His touch, his strength, his direction—all could tickle the itch.
Finally, I gave myself an excuse: everyone needs comfort.
As long as it's not excessive, let's treat it as a transaction.
To put it bluntly, it's just an excuse to suppress my desires.
I will restrain myself. The first thing I did after being liberated was to grab a penis! I can't describe the moment I grabbed that hot, hard penis.
Like drifting and struggling in a thirsty ocean, desperately grabbing the stick of my dreams.
There is a feeling of satisfaction, excitement, comfort, and victory.
But when I grabbed his penis... he stopped.
His lewd laughter snapped me out of my daze, and I realized I had lost.
I immediately let go and pushed him away.
He rubbed his nose.
Can't resist anymore? You want it too, right? Come here! It's your turn to serve me.
He dragged a chair over, sat down, and spread his legs.
A penis that swings confidently like a large flag.
I felt disgusted by his changed attitude and suddenly lost all sexual desire.
Hmph, what are you? You really think I can do whatever I want to you? Is that so? Come here and see what this is. He picked up his phone, which was full of my explicit and shameful nude photos.
All the positions are so despicable and lewd.
How is that possible?! How did you get that information? My mind drifted back to a recent one-night stand... no, the scene of being assaulted.
I was extremely shocked, and suddenly I was filled with fear, feeling suppressed and panicked inside.
I couldn't believe that the person in front of me was a lecherous beast.
Just an hour ago, he was the important person I wanted to curry favor with, a senior executive in the company whom I tried to please in every way.
Curious? Come here and gently serve me, and I'll tell you! I was trembling all over. Oh no, my nightmare had come true! If you don't come here soon, I'll post it online, or even on the company website? I was terrified, but I knew it would be too late once it was posted.
I knelt down and painfully took his penis into my mouth.
Tears streamed down my face, but I dared not slack off.
把能讓男人快感的功夫全用上。
求求你，不要這樣。
你要我怎樣都可以，別把照片…這就聽話了，那天你ktv喝醉。
就是我送你回家的。
我心里想早知道了，不然怎會有這些照片。
害怕之余，我開始預謀先安撫好他。
找機會搶回手機。
慢慢我開始平靜下來，我故意眼神挑逗，表情享受。
還自己自摸起來。
我知道被强奸是遲早的事。
我就只好渾身解术的讓他趕快射精。
我一邊握著肉棒上下蠕動，唇配合舌頭的戲弄龜頭。
他閉上眼，深呼吸享受極樂的服務。
偶爾還會小顫抖。
我的舌尖沿著龜頭到陰莖沾舔，手也調弄睪丸。
我發現他應該是快射了，我趕緊使出重點絕招。
我把口吻對這尿道口，然后慢慢含吞下肉棒。
這個絕招是我前男友到老公都吃不消的絕技。
雖然他是我見過最長最壯的陽具，但感覺肉棒還是被我吞完。
龜頭也被卡在喉嚨。
我的絕招還沒使完呢。
這招最厲害的是，被卡喉嚨的我並不會作嘔惡心，我還可以吞口水狀般刺激肉棒，直到射精。
男人都喜歡女人吞精，我可以不經過味蕾的吞掉精子。
精子很補，但是我卻不喜歡精子的味道。
連喉嚨都不需要經過，我就可以干掉這些精液。
嘿嘿，果然厲害。
你是唯一可以把我的肉棒吞完的女人！我吞著肉棒，滿臉通紅。
卻發現到…居然無效。
我用盡喉力的擠壓陽具，他居然沒有射精！第一次我輸得那麼慘，是我老了嗎？我吐出陽具，我低頭沮喪的坐在他面前。
我可以插你了嗎？我能夠說不嗎？當我知道我沒能讓他射精，我就沒戲了。
他扶起我並推倒在沙發上。
把我大腿掙開，扛在他手臂上。
不行，我不要。
求求你。
我不要，真的不行。
明知說也沒用，更不敢大力反抗。
惹惱了他，吃虧是我。
可以不要嗎？真的不可以這樣，我不喜歡，我不要他握著肉棒在我的穴縫摩擦挑逗著，龜頭沿著隙縫又頂著陰蒂。
我結婚了，不要這樣，我有老公的，對，我有老公的！果然他停止了，看他猶豫了我也以為我得救了，他顧慮了。
噗他插進來了！不然你現在跟他說？他拿起手機然后作勢給我聽，我當場嚇一大跳。
我崩潰了，對他的突來襲擊，我完全無法招架。
下半身我被突擊得酸麻脹，下体被肉棒塞滿插得非常深入。
我全身酥麻的充實感，又舒服又痛苦，可以說是快感快活！上半身在想，我如何解釋？說我正在被强奸還不止一次？是我的上司？如何解釋他如何進來？之前我們還一起用餐？突然想起他怎麼可能有我丈夫電話？我才悟覺被耍了。
我趁勢搶過手機，想要刪除所有不堪入目的淫艷褻狎照片。
他居然毫無一絲的在意，反而繼續侵犯我。
强插硬上…當下我完全沒有辦法專心的處置手機的照片，一股一股的快感刺激涌上，讓我頭昏腦脹，興奮舒暢。
手機也抓不緊跌地，我可以感覺到他的自信。
他知道我無法在他肉棒的蹂躪下還能繼續刪除手機。
在口交時，我也確認過他的体力和性能力。
一敗涂地完全被他征服，完全沒有反抗的能力。
這種高手不可能難麼容易擊敗，我想一定很耗時。
可是…我很久沒有這種期待了，是憧憬是我想要的！想起我老公已經很久沒有主動和我親密了。
經常公干沒回家，不然就是喝醉上我當妓女。
我還沒開始，他就已經結束了。
最重要的是沒有性欲了。
老公的肥胖，猴急沒前戲，讓我開始也覺得沒趣。
偶爾我都會自慰，性幻想，對性有所期盼。
畢竟我還是女人，無法大方開放，總需要矜持。
我總是不知不覺地幻想，被老公以外的人侵犯反抗。
對象不是老公，我就不是好女人。
但想起老公，我卻像冷水灌頂。
他身体前后傾仰抽插著我，他一直看肉棒和蜜穴的交合。
我偷苗著他，雖說色魔，但是身材好好，肌肉發達，曲線分明。
樣子雖不怎麼好看，但是燈光不足乍看之下，還蠻帥的。
看他汗流浹背，淋漓的胸肌和腹肌，讓我瞬間有幸福的感覺。
下体被侵犯著的我，突然自己也配合搖動起來，我失去理智了。
他的速度和力道，陰莖與陰道的摩擦並沒有慢慢減少，反而加劇！他是一流的性高手，他一次又一次的讓我呻吟，快呼失控。
當我壓抑自己，不讓自己跌入强奸也快活的蕩婦罪名。
他突然一邊做愛一邊舔起我的腳趾頭！我突然下体壓力一涌。
我泄了！可以感覺到淫水因為肉棒的障礙，向穴口旁灑開！他抽出陽具，退了几步。
我看見濕淋淋的肉棒，連睪丸也濕透滴水。
我驚訝傻眼，從來我都沒有那麼失禮那麼快活過，全身癱瘓！他怎會知道我的怪癖喜好？我老公打死也不願幫我舔腳趾頭。
他嘴角微翹淫笑著用手指沾一沾肉棒上殘留的淫水。
然后放進嘴里品嘗那麼快就泄了？嘿嘿，壓抑好久了！他接著掀開我的大腿，撥開的陰唇舔吸干淨所有的陰水。
受不了了！不要這樣，住手，很敏感。
啊…很難受！他的舉動都是我老公不願意做的。
我又愛又恨…愛的是從來沒有試過這種樂趣，真的害怕上癮。
恨的是以后不知道還有沒有這種機會，這種機遇！味道怪怪的，但是我喜歡！因為這句話，像是被揭開枷鎖的我，仿佛捆綁得到自由的我，瞬間融化了。
我滿懷歡喜，我已經享受著，我已經得到了！我已經遺忘老公，忘掉煩惱，不去想世間的眼光和道德倫理。
可以再用力的插我一次嗎？我…還要我自願的掀開大腿。
左右手各抱一腿，不知羞恥的展露下体。
卻不敢直視他。
我以為他會狂妄的羞辱我，或者是語言糟蹋我。
當下的我中毒了。
像毒癮發作般乞求，為了止癮我已經顧不上羞恥尊嚴。
他卻靠近我，親吻我，肉棒貼在穴的軌縫上，我內心一怔。
强暴我，强奸我，我要雞雞，我要你的吊，我自願的。
他故意要我心急，他真的很過分。
存心戲弄我，耍我！我一時怒氣衝天，居然把他踢開。
不玩了，沒心情了！我起身到浴室衝涼，忘記了我還有把柄在他手上。
因為掃興，一時忘記。
在浴室里又害怕又后悔！我一邊淋浴一邊望著沒上鎖的門，心里非常害怕。
沒想到的事，他跟著進來。
我心里卻異常地踏實。
說不玩了，過分。
完全不理會人家的感受。
但我心里是試探和掩飾，照片還在他手，進來了就好。
他突然摟著我，我們鴛鴦戲水。
他總是毛手毛腳的。
我也莫名的不當一回事，幫他洗澡，搽背，洗肉棒。
感覺到好像夫妻，完全不把之前的事當强奸或侵犯。
心知肚明感覺都是大人了，事情不做也做了，吵也沒用。
等到擦干淨身体，他居然企圖穿衣服，我還以為有下文。
我一肚子火，明明他也還沒射精。
是不是嫌我沒魅力？玩夠了就走人。
我突然打了他一巴，我們都楞著了。
你怎麼可以强奸我！其實我的內心卻是欲求不滿。
他冷笑了，從慢動作突然又禽上我身，壓著我。
我被他的無法預測搞得不知所措。
你還想不想？我害羞假裝生氣地搖頭拒絕。
那我現在强奸你！混蛋，原來不喜歡配合的，他喜歡强迫人家。
終于被我抓到了。
不，我不要，對不起，我不敢了，我真的不要！我不想他卻把龜頭朝向穴口，作勢要插卻像等我的指令。
嘻嘻，威廉，你是想我說要還是說不？他沉默的笑，然后抬起我雙手，我的胸部和腋下完全暴露。
其實，我還有一個怪癖，就是被捆綁然后被欣賞。
他卻舔起我的腋下，時不時還會深呼吸的聞著腋下。
它喚醒了我，連我自己都不知道，我喜歡被聞腋下。
我內心是希望多一點，再來再來。
可是卻假裝掙脫。
明明他也沒有很用力，我只是稍微用力就可以逃脫。
可是…我真的喜歡對此被對待。
我更期待他的肉棒。
我喜歡上端被挑逗，下端被抽插。
我愛上了做愛！求求你放過我，我不要。
我不喜歡這樣。
恍然大悟的我，原來他在等我咀嚼的指令。
我發現我也反抗，也拒絕。
他就會越滿足我。
我一次一次的像噴泉般涌出。
快感一次一次讓我頭昏腦脹，全身癱瘓。
當我醒來的時候，發現一絲不掛。
我檢查下体，還有殘留精液。
這次，我卻是沾了精液品嘗起來，甜蜜的賴在床上。

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