Push open the bathroom door of the strange man

My water heater had been broken for days and still hadn't been fixed, so today I couldn't resist going to a private bathroom, which was just a tiny cubicle of a converted residential house. When I entered, the owner was playing mahjong. I asked, "Are there any more bathrooms?" He absentmindedly replied, "Go check at the very back, there might be one more." Then he continued playing cards…
I followed his directions and went inside. All the bathroom doors were closed, except for one that was ajar. I pushed it open and casually locked it. Something felt off, so I turned around and saw a man sitting on a stool inside, applying shower gel. He was completely naked. Startled by my appearance, he immediately stood up, revealing his muscular body and enormous penis. I was so terrified my mind went blank. When I finally came to my senses, I tried to open the door and run away, but he grabbed me, pinned me against the wall, and covered my mouth with one hand. I was terrified but couldn't scream. His deep voice came from above me: "Don't move, please." His hand, which was holding my waist, moved to my neck and unbuttoned my shirt. The hand covering my mouth remained firmly in place, preventing me from moving. As his jacket unbuttoned, he slipped his hand under my undershirt and ripped off my bra. He pinched my nipples and began to knead them. I trembled with fear, unsure of what he would do.
"Don't be afraid, I can feel your nipples hardening. It seems you don't object," he whispered shamelessly, gently biting my ear. His hand, which had been kneading my breasts, became even more audacious, reaching into my pants to touch my round buttocks before moving to my private parts, exploring past my labia and reaching my clitoris. The caresses turned into gentle kneading. I was filled with hatred and anger, yet I couldn't help but moan. The feeling was so unbearable; I wanted to push him away, but I was also reluctant. My boyfriend had been working away from home for months and hadn't come back to see me even once. Occasionally, we would call each other, and we would argue. Suddenly, I felt a sense of venting and revenge. Or perhaps it was because I'd been browsing 69.net these past few days and my thinking had become more open. I didn't care anymore; as long as he didn't hurt me and could make me feel good, I wouldn't resist. The man in front of me clearly sensed my increased compliance, but still asked uncertainly, "Honey, can you not scream if I let go?" I nodded. He hesitated for a moment before finally releasing his hand from my chest, but his other hand slipped inside me. I shuddered, feeling a little wet down there. He glanced at me with satisfaction and quickly removed my clothes. Standing naked before him, I could clearly feel his admiration. Yes, I was 1.65 meters tall, full-figured yet slender, with a beautiful body that had always been reserved for my boyfriend, but he seemed to be taking it for granted.
His already large penis immediately hardened, and I was afraid, because I was still young and had little sexual experience; I'd never seen one so big before… Thankfully, he didn't force me. He hugged me and kissed me, from my forehead to my ears, then my neck and chest… kissing and sucking, occasionally nibbling—all things I'd never experienced before, and it felt wonderful. He sucked on my nipples and whispered, "Can you tell me your name?" I remained silent. How could I tell him? What if my family found out? They'd skin me alive! Seeing my silence, he asked again, "How old are you? You can at least tell me." I answered tremblingly, "21." "Youth is wonderful. I'll be almost forty next year." My God, I was actually entangled with a man almost twenty years older than me! I couldn't help but tremble again. He seemed to read my mind, smiled, and said, "Sex is wonderful, especially with different partners, you can experience different novelties." He lifted one of my legs and placed it on a meter-high water pipe, half-squatting in front of me and licking my clitoris. I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. I tried to pull my leg back, but he held it. "No! Let me love you properly this once more." He continued licking. It was so itchy and wet. His warm, wet tongue finished licking my clitoris and then went inside my vagina, licking and swirling around inside. I felt wetter and more uncomfortable. Seeing my discomfort, he gleefully sucked on my clitoris, making me moan incessantly.
"Want it?" "Yes!" "Louder!" "I want it!" I didn't care if there were people next door or not, I was going crazy. He smiled at my desperate look and inserted his fingers into my hole, much to my disappointment. But I felt willing to let any part of his body touch me. His fingers moved skillfully in and out, and my moans grew louder and louder. To make matters worse, he covered my mouth with his own, his tongue entwining with mine. It was so suffocating that I couldn't breathe. "Hey, three fingers are a bit tight, are you sure you want to?" I suddenly thought of his huge penis, hesitated a bit but couldn't care less. "Try it, stop if it hurts, okay?" "Okay!" He pressed his thick penis against my entrance. Because his fingers had brought out a lot of love juice, it felt okay when it entered. He moved in and out, hovering at my entrance. I got impatient and grabbed his penis to push it in. But it was better not to push it in at all. I almost fainted from the pain. His huge penis only went in a little over halfway. He lovingly held me and said, "Hey, don't rush it. You're already tight." I was embarrassed and remained silent, letting him do as he pleased. He continued to slowly move in and out, stroking my nipples and praising me in my ear how beautiful I was. I enjoyed his gentle touch. After about ten minutes of penetration, my lower body was already soaking wet. He said mischievously, "Girl, you're so wet, I think I can go in and explore." He then thrust hard, and I felt like my genitals were being torn apart. Luckily, he stayed inside and didn't move, otherwise I might have fainted from the pain. Seeing that I had calmed down, he started moving. Although it hurt, the accompanying pleasure was indescribable. I was willing to endure the pain because I was excited. He would occasionally sway from side to side as he entered, and sometimes he would rotate as he entered, each time making me scream.
After a few minutes, he turned my body around and made me bend over. He pressed against my opening from behind, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and continued his movements, in and out, deep and shallow, thrusting faster and faster, making me feel like I was floating on air, enjoying sex I had never experienced before. I was willing to bloom for him, and I cooperated by opening my legs to receive each of his thrusts. I could feel his testicles hitting my labia, and when his penis was deeply inside, it would pull on my clitoris, the stimulation was truly wonderful. I really wanted to keep going like that. I don't know how long we were going on, but suddenly he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I ejaculate inside?" As soon as he finished speaking, a warm stream entered my body. He twitched a few times, and the liquid flowed out. I was speechless and immediately got up. Seeing this, he kept apologizing, saying he couldn't control himself and pulled out too slowly. I still didn't want to talk, maybe because I was angry, or maybe because I was satisfied. I rinsed myself with water, and he came over to help scrub my back. While showering, I felt more and more regretful and scared, so I quickly finished washing and got dressed to leave. He grabbed me and asked for my contact information. How could I give it to him? Seeing that I didn't want to talk to him, he took a business card from his shirt pocket and handed it to me, saying, "I hope you'll contact me." I took the card and rushed out the door. As I passed the trash can, I took the card out and threw it in.
My writing skills are limited, so I can only write down my experience like a diary entry… venting my secrets is a kind of relief!
I didn't have a one-night stand, but I ended up having sex with a stranger.
I really don't want to be a bad woman, but I often visit 69 websites. I'm
so conflicted and torn!

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/98304.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=98304&aspx=1

Previous Page : In spring

Next Page : Meeting you wasn't meant to make me angry.

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Push open the bathroom door of the strange man

comment Open a new window to view comments