Sex in prison: Female reporter experiences rape pleasure!

I'm a criminal, a serial rapist. I think I'm sexually addicted. Every time I see a beautiful woman, I can't control my urges; I want to immediately pin them down and brutally fuck them to death.
Although I've been arrested, I appeared extremely repentant in court and provided clues in another murder case, so my sentence was reduced from death to a suspended death sentence. Suspended death sentence = I won't die, the whole country knows… Prison life is boring, but today the guards suddenly informed me that a newspaper wants to interview me, hoping to attract public attention with my controversial status.
Although I don't want to, these things aren't my decision.
After lunch, I was given a shower and changed into a clean prison uniform. Humph! A reporter is coming to interview, and the prison immediately dressed me up; they want to make a good impression on the public, right?
I waited in the meeting room for a full 20 minutes, already very anxious, but with two guards accompanying me, I didn't dare to move. Just as I was about to lose my patience, the meeting room door creaked open. I looked over, and my heart skipped a beat. It was a stunning woman, dressed in a formal business suit; the jumpsuit clung tightly to her body, outlining her undulating curves.
Her bright eyes, though sternly fixed on me, still betrayed a hint of allure. My gaze drifted downwards; her neck was slender and white, the curve of the nape of her neck arousing a strong urge to pinch it. Below her neck, her deeply defined collarbone added to her sexiness; I wanted to bite her… My gaze continued down her body, estimating… a D-cup?
Her ample breasts seemed ready to burst free from the constraints of her clothing. The curve of her waist above her hips, and her taut, smooth abdomen, made me want to grasp her. The hem of the jumpsuit barely covered mid-thigh, with a side slit revealing glimpses of her fair, slender thighs. "I'm a reporter from the XX Metropolitan Daily. We'd like to interview you today, and we hope you can cooperate..."
Her voice was sweet and cloying, the drawn-out tone immediately revealing her to be a flirtatious woman. "What do you want to ask?"
I asked, leaning back in my chair with my legs spread. I was slightly excited, my pants already bulging. I deliberately adopted this position to see her reaction. "We want to do a report on the criminal psychology of rapists."
As she spoke, she quickly glanced down, then pursed her lips. "And your case is a series of rapes that caused a national sensation."
"I see. You want to use me as a case study to increase your newspaper's circulation, right?"
I smiled slightly. "We're all smart enough to understand, so let's not waste any more words."
She stared into my eyes, trying to put psychological pressure on me. What a joke! A young woman trying to put pressure on me? "You know, I don't really want to talk about these things, and with so many people here, I'm even less likely to say anything,"
I whispered to her, giving her a knowing look that with the guards behind me, I wouldn't cooperate. "Hmm?"
She frowned, biting her lower lip, hesitant to go along with what I said. After thinking for a moment, she raised her head and said firmly to the guards, "Could you please wait outside? I'll be fine."
"That won't do, miss. We're here for your safety."
The guards, of course, wouldn't agree. "There won't be any problems!"
Her tone suddenly became stern. "If there are any problems, I'll call for help. Please cooperate with my work!"
"This…"
The guards were still a little hesitant, but too afraid to disobey her. "Alright, be careful. We'll wait outside."
With that, the two guards left. I watched all this silently, without saying a word. After the prison guard left, I brazenly scanned her body as I said, "Since you trust me so much, I'll play along and ask!"
"Why did you repeatedly rape women?"
She faced my lewd gaze with composure, seemingly used to men fantasizing about her like this. "Because I really like women, I really like fucking them."
I chuckled. "Actually, you don't know, although those women seemed resistant on the surface, once they were actually fucked by my big cock, they were all very cooperative. Two of them even fucked me a second time!"
I deliberately used vulgar language to test her reaction. "Ah…"
She opened her mouth in surprise, her full lips glowing pink, making me want to lick them. Clearly, she was surprised by my reaction to the topic of raped women. "Impossible, right? This is rape, how could they let you...do it a second time!"
"Haha..."
I laughed smugly. She let slip
the word "do," though she quickly corrected herself, I still noticed. "Only those who have experienced it firsthand will understand..."
I deliberately made my voice sound mysterious. As I spoke, I arched my back, making my erection even more pronounced. Her eyes followed my movement to my crotch, the astonishing size vaguely visible from the outside making her gasp and cover her mouth in surprise. "Miss, many feelings can only be understood by experiencing the situation firsthand."
I further guided her, "If you want me to say something, it would be best if you could help me recall the scene—unfortunately, my memory isn't very good...I can't remember those! Haha..."
"Then...what should I do?"
In her anxiety, she blurted out the question. What a big-breasted, brainless woman, but that's what makes her more attractive, isn't it? "You know what? The women I sleep with are all as beautiful and seductive as you. I love sleeping with women like you who pretend to be prim and proper, but are inherently seductive and constantly trying to seduce men!"
I suddenly raised my voice, using provocative words to put mental pressure on her. "Ugh..."
The woman trembled upon hearing my words, as if each one had struck a nerve. She glanced seductively at my crotch, nervously shifting her legs as if trying to hide her unease. "So, what's your decision?"
I said calmly. "Do you want to help me recall those beautiful memories while completing your interview, a win-win situation? Or do you want to storm off and end this interview?"
"I..."
I could see she was very hesitant and uneasy. At the same time, my words were a strong stimulus to her. She craved men. I stared directly into her eyes, my desire almost written in them. She, however, became increasingly averse to eye contact with me, barely glancing at me occasionally, her head practically hanging to the ground. "Hehe..."
I stood up and slowly walked towards her. "What do you want?"
she asked warily, crossing her arms. I patted her hands. "I'm handcuffed, I can't hurt you. I'm actually helping you."
Perhaps the handcuffs gave her a sense of security, as she visibly relaxed. I slowly circled behind her, my hands still handcuffed, and wrapped them around her head, gently covering her mouth with my hands clasped together. She tensed up, and before she could struggle, I whispered in her ear, "I always suddenly cover women's mouths from behind like this..."
Hearing this, she suddenly relaxed, and I felt her cheeks flush. Hehe... what a slut. "They struggled fiercely, but I was stronger!"
I described, gently breathing on the back of her ear. She arched her neck, and I saw waves of goosebumps run down her back in pleasure. "I held them and then licked their ears."
After saying that, I took her earlobe into my mouth and then swirled my tongue inside. "Mmm..."
Her moan sounded more like a response to my actions than a resistance. Her breathing became heavier. "They're like you, after I get close to them, they're even less resistant."
My words elicited a helpless sigh from her. Seeing that she was aroused, I released her hands. Her heavy breathing became clearer, and I could hear the intense longing in it. "If you take the initiative, maybe I'll remember more carefully..."
My words made her completely let down her guard. She turned around, "I did this for the report, but, but it wasn't anything else!"
Her shyness was even more alluring. I lowered my head and captured her lips with mine, the warm and soft touch stimulating me. But to my surprise, she actually stuck out her tongue and licked my lips. A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. Finally, she took the initiative, that makes things easier! With my hands handcuffed, it was inconvenient to hold her, so I quickly unbuttoned her jumpsuit and, through her bra, grasped her large breasts and began to knead them. "Ah..."
she gasped, but didn't resist; it seemed she was also looking forward to it! I continued to push up her bra, exposing her large breasts to the air. Although I hadn't touched them yet, the erotic atmosphere and cool temperature made her nipples stand up involuntarily, and the pores on her areolas stood on end, making me feel a surge of desire. I lowered my head and suddenly kissed her breasts. My stubble prickled her white, tender breasts, a comfortable yet slightly stinging sensation that made her groan, "Ugh, ah..."
Seeing her reaction, I knew I needed stronger stimulation to completely conquer her. So I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed them together until the two excited nipples touched. I opened my mouth and took both nipples in at once, teasing them with my tongue, sometimes touching and separating them, sometimes gently biting them with my teeth, savoring their elasticity. Then, I began to suckle vigorously. "Ah..."
She tilted her head back and let out a long moan, then looked down at me, watching me wantonly playing with her breasts, her eyes filled with lust. While sucking on her breasts, I used both hands to pull down her bodysuit, and she cooperated by lifting one leg, allowing me to easily pull it off. "Didn't you want to understand rape? If you cooperate like this, then it's not rape!"
I said deliberately, and stopped what I was doing. "No! Then rape me, rape me! I want to be raped by you, I want to write the most truthful report!"
She hurriedly grabbed my hand, while reaching back to my thighs, grasping my already erect penis through my pants. I leaned back in my chair. "Come on, unzip my pants. I'm handcuffed, so it's inconvenient for me to move. So, you have to rape yourself for me!"
Hearing my words, she turned around, knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down her pants. I lifted my buttocks, cooperating with her. "Come on, sit on top of me, hold my penis, and insert it yourself,"
I said, looking into her eyes. "But...but, I..."
she said softly, lowering her head. "How come?"
"I...I...it's not wet yet!"
She gritted her teeth, giving me a coquettish glare, and said resentfully. "Haha..."
I laughed, tilting my head back. "If it were wet, would it still be rape?"
I deliberately emphasized the word "rape." Hearing this, she trembled, lowered her head, and seemed hesitant, lost in thought. But a moment later, she resolutely raised her head, stood up abruptly, grabbed my head with one hand, and reached down with the other to grasp my already aroused penis, slowly sitting down beside me. "Hehe... I'll let you experience what it's like to be raped!"
Although my hands were cuffed, I could still encircle her slender waist. I held her waist, pulled her down forcefully, and thrust my hips upward, plunging my entire penis into her honey hole. Because there hadn't been enough foreplay, her honey hole was only slightly wet, but this amount of lubrication was far too little for such a vigorous thrust. Even my glans felt a tearing pain, let alone hers. I saw her arch her back, head held high, mouth wide open, trying to scream, but unable to make a sound. "If you scream, the prison guards outside will come in, and you won't have a chance!"
Although I was also quite nervous, I could still control myself in this situation. Hearing my warning, she abruptly covered her mouth with her hand, but at the same time still let out a loud groan through her nose, "Ugh, ugh... ooh..."
Although she covered herself, the sound still alerted the prison guards at the door. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After the knocking, a voice came from outside, "Miss, are you alright?"
"I, I'm fine... ah!"
She had just answered when I mischievously nudged her. She quickly pressed her hand against my lower abdomen, glared at me, and said, "Don't you dare come in and disturb my interview!"
"Okay... call us if anything happens!"
Although they hesitated for a moment, they still obeyed her orders. "Looks like you really want to write this report well?"
I chuckled wickedly, and my hands climbed up her breasts again, starting to knead them. "Come on, move your ass yourself. How can it be rape if you don't move?"
"You... you're handcuffed, and I'm riding... on you."
She said intermittently as she moved her ass up and down, "Then... isn't that me raping you?"
"Haha... how else can you experience the mindset of a rapist?"
I thrust in and out in rhythm with the movement of her ass. "Ah, ah... my legs are so sore!"
The continuous up-and-down movements made her unable to support her body, and she collapsed onto me. I raised my hand, using my handcuffed hand to encircle her body and press it against her plump buttocks. "You'll soon experience what it's like to be raped!"
After saying that, I ignored the fact that her vagina wasn't lubricated enough, pinched her buttocks, lifted her buttocks, and thrust rapidly. "Ah, ah, ahhhhhh! Ugh..."
She wanted to scream loudly, but was worried about being discovered by people outside, so she covered her mouth and made sounds through her nose. "Is it good? Get up!"
Without saying a word, I pulled her up. She looked at me blankly, at a loss. "Come on, kneel on the chair, hands on the backrest!"
I commanded her. She hesitated for a moment, but did as she was told. Looking at her big, protruding buttocks from behind, I suddenly couldn't suppress my impulse. I squeezed her buttocks with both hands and thrust my penis all the way into her vagina, all the way to her G-spot. She seemed unable to withstand such an impact, gripping the backrest arm tightly with one hand and covering her mouth with the other,
groaning "Ugh, ugh!" "Now you know what being raped is , right?"
I thrust my penis in and out faster, slapping her tender buttocks hard with my hands while verbally humiliating her. "What does it feel like to be raped? Is it good? Hahahaha..."
My slaps left red handprints on her buttocks. "Ah! Ah! Being raped feels so good! I love being raped! I love it when you rape me!"
Her buttocks thrust backward with each thrust. Suddenly, she tensed her legs, the soft flesh of her vagina tightly sucking on my penis, a warm current enveloping my glans—she had an orgasm… Her body convulsed, gripping my throbbing penis tightly. I finally couldn't hold back any longer, grabbing her slender waist and thrusting wildly. With
the lewd sounds of "slap, slap, slap!" of our intercourse, I ejaculated, shooting deep into her flower, into her womb. As I held her tightly, still savoring the pleasure of my orgasm, she suddenly stood up. "Alright, the material is collected."
The lewd expression from before had vanished. As she straightened her clothes, she urged me, "Hurry up and get dressed, I'm going out."
"Huh?"
I opened my mouth in surprise, wanting to say something, but I couldn't get the words out. This woman changed too quickly! "Oh, and I should say, you really weren't lying to me. There's definitely a woman who would want to do it with you a second time."

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