Wet burglar, fucked and dumped

I work in a drugstore. xnxx Sometimes I spend the whole day there, and when I come home I fall down, without undressing, in my robe. I'm very tired. My husband constantly complains that I don't pay enough attention to him, although I work only because he is looking for his topic, and is always at home. Of course, he has nothing to do. He only eats, sleeps and goes to the toilet. That's why he complains that he is bored. He should try to work like me for a day, and then do chores around the house.

Last week, there was an incident when we had a regular client at work. By the way, he lives in my house, and I often see him on the street, sitting alone on a bench and smoking. In a day he could smoke more than five packs of cigarettes, once I specially sat in front of the window and counted. So, he comes to us, looks at something for a long time, reads what is written on the packages, and exactly 20 minutes later he leaves. Maybe he is warming up? – I thought, without asking what he wanted from us. Yesterday I came back from a 24-hour shift again, and slept for half a day, this morning I decided to take a day off and spend time with my husband. But he decided to go to the police station for half a day. I was sitting alone by the window, as if I was waiting for something, and suddenly the doorbell rang. I thought my husband had forgotten something. I opened the door, without even getting dressed, and there he was, the man who often sits on the bench and comes to the drugstore. He looked at me so intently, stepped forward abruptly, took a step forward and entered the apartment. I was too scared to even say anything. Slamming the door, he asked if anyone was home. I nodded that there was none, and he went to the kitchen. At this point I was no longer confused, I started to get indignant, to throw him out, and he came up, put a knife to my throat, said that he had been watching me for a long time and sat down at the table, pointing to the refrigerator so that I could feed him.

My hands were shaking, I poured him some soup and sat down next to him on a chair that stood near the window. "You're watching me here, right?" the man asked in a loud voice, with a hint of reproach, I looked down at the floor. It felt like my husband wouldn't be back anytime soon and I was in for a whole story in my apartment, maybe even a fight for my life. When he finished eating, I quickly cleared the plate, made him some tea, and put the sandwiches on the table. I took the plate and started to scrub it for a long time with a sponge and dishwashing gel. I felt so disgusted that I wanted to throw the plate away, but I quietly put it near the sink. When he finished his tea, he pointed to the cup, and when I finished my business, he dragged me into the bedroom, where he threw me on the floor and started to mock me, throwing rude, offensive words. He came to the pharmacy only to follow me when I was working, and sat on the bench, bought it to find out for sure whether I lived in this apartment or came here to visit.

You could say there was a whole drama going on on the floor. He spat on me, kicked me, and threw me around like a rag. I was already starting to cry from fear. Then it came to rape. He took off his bottom completely, undressed me, and holding me tightly by the hair, fucked me in the mouth with his big dick. I was almost suffocating. Then he jerked off between my breasts, and came on my face and in my mouth, ordering me to stick out my tongue. Wiping myself on the carpet, I tried to crawl to the exit of the room, although it was useless. Seeing my naked, raised butt, he pulled me towards him by the legs, spread my buttocks and sharply drove his club into me. Torn butt, pain, screaming, and tears. This lasted literally 40 minutes, and lasted like a day. The man did not stop touching me, constantly pounding and pounding, sticking his fingers into me, and then trying to shove his hand in. All wet and stuck, I didn't see him off when he got dressed and quickly left. Now I'm sitting at home, not opening the door to anyone, even asking my husband to take the keys with him. I don't know what to do. Should I go to work or not.

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