Until that occasion, I was quite a happy and cheerful woman. I had everything: a husband, two children and a decent payment for my work. I was a realtor and received orders in a prestigious area, where apartments were at a high price. Usually, I received five to ten percent of the transaction, which was usually fifty to one hundred thousand, and sometimes more. Due to my quite attractive appearance and the gift of persuasion, I easily persuaded a potential client to buy this or that apartment. Usually I sold from ten apartments a year, sometimes a little more. Everything was fine until September 2007. The weather then was cloudy, cool, the leaves had already gouged the paths around the houses. Five years later, I thought it might have been some kind of warning or a sign of what would have happened today.

I received a good order and went to the house, warning that I would be late. I had plans for buying a car and I wanted to see all the options. To order, I arrived at one o'clock, it was outside the city, a small two-story house with a lawn and a pond under the windows, a rarity in these parts. My client was a tall, athletic man in a denim jacket and heavy boots. He looked quite good-natured and smiled, but then I understood that smile differently. I greeted him and we went inside the house. The owners were my old acquaintances, so they left the key to me, knowing that I can be trusted.
We walked through all the rooms, the man meticulously looked around, looked around all the rooms. I was impatient to quickly show him everything, but I held back and walked beside him.
- Where are the owners? - he asked.

- Left for the city and will be in a few days. During this time you will have time to think about everything.

The man froze for a while, as if thinking of something, then drew a long, sharp knife from the back pocket with a carved handle and threatened them with me. I froze in place from fright and surprise, my stomach cramped and my legs fell asleep. I have never come across this and could not do anything. The man grabbed my arm and dragged me into the bedroom. Seeing the wide master bed, I realized what he wanted and began to break free. Then the rapist punched me on the cheek and I lost consciousness.

I woke up when he put me on the bed and felt my chest through the clothes. I hit his head with his fist and tried to break free, but the man abruptly grabbed my hair and pulled me to myself, cursing dirty. He put a knife to my throat and squeezed my right hand. I froze, he threatened to kill me and fuck the dead if I did not stop the resistance. I have nothing left but to stand still. He ordered me to undress on the bed, and he stood in front of the door, depriving me of a chance to escape. Then I tried to convince myself that this is all a dream and nothing of this happens, all a dream. But the predatory smile of a maniac and his knife were a reality. When I undressed, he roughly grabbed me in his arms and began roughly to caress my chest, crushed her in his hands, pinching her nipples, pulled them and took them in her mouth. I tried to disconnect from everything that was happening, but I could not. Now I am afraid to recall this man, whose name I have erased from my mind.

Then his hand smoothly moved to my beige lace panties, through which looked through my labia. He ripped them off me, ripping them in half. I shaved my crotch and therefore before his eyes I found myself completely shaved, without a single hair, a neat snatch that he loved so much, then he told me so. Overcoming disgust, I closed my eyes and tried not to pay attention and prayed that all this would end as soon as possible. With his fingers he roughly caressed me, put off his lips, touched the clitoris and massaged the entrance to the vagina. In spite of pain, fear and disgust, I felt with shame a swelling clit and how my sponges gradually became wet.

- Oh, yes, I look you like! Said the maniac. “You have a gutter here!”

For a few more long minutes he touched my entire body, it seemed, without missing a millimeter of my body. Then he undressed and my gaze appeared to his penis, not just a penis, but some kind of giant with a red swollen head and thick veins. His pubis was unshaven and therefore the member seemed even more. Grabbing my hair, he lay on the bed, dangling his legs from the bed and placing me to his left, pulled my head to his penis. He poked them in my lips, a slightly salty head walked over the lips, nose, chin.

- Come on, open your mouth! Bitch, did you hear me ?! Open the rubbish! - he pulled my hair.

I screamed, tears in my eyes and a member penetrated into the gap of the mouth. He deafly sighed and the member moved even deeper, filling my mouth completely. He walked about until the middle and on this he decided to stop. Knocking me on the back, so that purple spots appeared, he ordered me to suck his dick. I began to do as he told me. At least one pleased - he was cleanly and a member was clean. Since the dick was big and he did not allow me to stop, I could not take a breath and swallow saliva, so that it flowed tightly along the chin.

- So, whore, well done! - he urged me. - Well done, let's more ... oh! Well done, you work well with your mouth ... - then he began to groan deafly and squeeze the hips, I realized that the orgasm is close. I wanted to break away from him, but he pressed my head to himself and he finished it in my mouth with tight, powerful jets, filling all the free space.
He gave me a towel to wipe off, and then threw me on my back and joined my cock between my legs. Inwardly, I shrank from fear and supposed pain. The head of the penis was still nothing, but then hell began. He had a very thick member, he hardly penetrated into me, causing great pain. Apparently, he, too, was hurt, so he pulled out a member and began to caress me with his tongue, roughly pulling my labia. I was both pleasant and disgusting at the same time. Surprisingly gentle, he began to caress my clitoris, which is why my legs spread themselves in different directions, and my breathing became intermittent. His cheeks were red, his head was spinning and cramps began inside his abdomen. Sensing my condition and seeing the already swollen nipples, the man grinned and penetrated into me. This time the member penetrated swiftly, but all with pain for me. Penetrating halfway, he began to move his pelvis gently, penetrating deeper, causing me to whine from pain.

- Do not hurt me! You are welcome! - I asked, but he said nothing, continuing to enter me. It became unbearably painful, the penis penetrated two thirds, the sponges stretched into two thin strips. I tried to push him out of myself and get out, but the man hit me in the face, then again and again, grabbed my hands, twisted one and fell on me. I was immobilized, and the pain was growing, the tremors were becoming more painful and painful, it seemed that everything inside me would burst under the pressure of his penis.

For several minutes, he fumbled under me, moaning with pleasure, and then ended violently, pulling a member out of me, watering my tummy with his viscous fluid. When the last drops dried out, he grunted with satisfaction, then he gave me a towel and I dried off. He let me go to the bathroom, where I washed. Standing under the streams of the soul, I thought about my condition, about my humiliation. He trampled on me, humiliated me and mixed with dirt. I cried silently and rolled down to the floor ...

Two years have passed and since then I felt a little easier, but I have not forgotten everything. Going to the police gave nothing, I was in severe depression for almost half a year, my body seemed dirty and disgusting to me. But after two years, I still returned to work and tried to be the same as before. But recently there was a case that broke me completely and completely.

The apartment was ordered for five days, a young couple from the suburbs. They turned out to be quite an attractive young couple, decent people.I had to analyze and evaluate the apartment, that is, appoint ...