05A3124-Married woman is attacked by a brutal rapist disguised as a gas supplier and squirts a lot

Title: “Thekovia’s Surprising Encounter”

Thekovia was your typical MILF – a married woman in her late 30s, still quite attractive with a full, curvy figure. She spent most of her days alone in their suburban home while her husband worked long hours at the office. The isolation and constant boredom had taken a toll on Thekovia’s libido. A year of no intimacy, cold shoulders, and tense arguments had left her craving the touch and affection she used to enjoy before their marriage crumbled.

One sunny afternoon, the doorbell rang. Thekovia, wearing a silky floral robe and matching slippers, answered the door, expecting to see her usual mailman. Instead, she was greeted by a handsome stranger in a blue gas company uniform.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m Johnny, from the gas company,” he said with a charming smile. “We’re doing some routine maintenance in the area and I was wondering if I could take a quick look at your gas meter? I promise to be in and out in just a few minutes.”

Thekovia, flustered by his good looks and warm demeanor, hesitated only a moment before stepping aside to let him in. “Of course, come on in. The meter’s in the basement.”

As she led Johnny downstairs, Thekovia couldn’t help but notice how his lean, muscular build filled out his uniform. She tried to shake off her flagging libido, but the hunger was hard to ignore after so much loneliness.

Johnny busied himself with the meter while Thekovia hung back, watching him from the shadows. He caught her eye and grinned mischievously. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice how great you look in that robe. Are you seeing anyone?”

Thekovia blushed deeply at his boldness, but couldn’t help smiling. “I’m married,” she said, then quickly added, “but it’s been a while since my husband and I have… you know.”

Johnny’s eyes twinkled with feigned innocence as he sauntered closer. “You poor thing. Let me make it up to you.”

Before Thekovia could protest, Johnny had pressed her against the concrete wall and claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She melted against him, her body betraying her need. Her robe fell open as Johnny’s expert fingers traced the curves of her ample breasts.

“Someone’s nice and excitied to see me,” he purred, cupping her dripping pussy through her soaked panties. “Don’t worry, the meter will take care of itself.”

Without further preamble, Johnny ripped away Thekovia’s flimsy undergarment and dropped to his knees. He feasted on her needy cunt like a man starved, his tongue delving deep to lap at her juices. Thekovia’s head fell back against the wall, her fingers tangling in his hair as she ground against his skilled mouth.

Johnny brought his fingers into play, plunging two thick digits into her wet heat while his tongue focused on her aching clit. Thekovia could only moan and writhe, animals sounds pouring from her throat as he expertly pleasured her. Her world narrowed to the corssing points of his tongue and fingers, building a pressure deep in her core.

“I’m going to cum,” Thekovia gasped out, her expensive vibrating. “Don’t stop, please!”

Johnny double-downed, pistoning his fingers and sucking hard at her throbbing clit. Thekovia screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching and gushing all over his working mouth and chin. She shook and jerked, lost to the waves of pleasure as Johnny milked her for every last drop.

“Fuck,” he growled, licking his lips and rising. His hard cock strained against his pants. “You squirted like a geyser. Such a sexy slut.”

Thekovia could only whimper and nod, still floating on a haze of bliss. Her cum dripped down Johnny’s chin and hands. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so thoroughly satisfied.

But Johnny wasn’t done with her yet. He flipped her around to faced the wall, pressing her face into the cold concrete. She heard his zipper and felt shamefully eager as he freed his thick cock. Then he was sinking into her, the hot head of his dick pushing aside her sloppy folds and driving deep, down, into her belly.

Thekovia cried out at the sudden fullness, crazed with desperate need. She rolled her hips back to meet his thrusts, moaning wantonly as he took her like a bitch. “That’s it, take my cock,” Johnny grunted, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it all, you married whore.”

Thekovia barely registered the cruelty of his words. All she could feel was the packing of his cock, stretching her and filling her so completely. Her body burned with every brutal thrust, rapidly building her towards another shameful peak. “Come in me,” she begged shamelessly. “I want to feel you cum in me.”

Johnny snarled and pistoned faster, his rhythm as erratic as his breathing. “Shit, yeah, take my cum!” His fingers dug into Thekovia’s flesh and his hips slammed home one final time. She felt the heat of his release flood her passage, fresh waves of pleasure wracking her body.

A minute later, Johnny pulled out with a wet sound, allowing Thekovia’s abused hole to gape and dribble their combined fluids. She slumped against the wall, shuddering with the aftershocks and the shock of her wanton behavior.

Johnny tuck himself away and pulled out his phone, taking a picture of Thekovia’s red, puffy cunt. “Don’t worry, I won’t show anyone,” he said cruelly. “Just as insurance, in case you start getting any ideas about telling people what we did.”

Thekovia could only shiver and look away as he headed for the stairs. She collapsed to the cold basement floor and sobbed – part regret, part frustration, and part something else, something dark and hungry. She knew that getting fucked raw by a stranger had been crazy and wrong. But she also knew, if she never saw Johnny again, holding her husband would be the most empty and unfulfilling thing in the world.

Tragically, Thekovia would soon discover that, while she could easily break the surface calm of illusory wifely dutifulness, she could never be free – never fully be the complete woman she should have been, first with her own husband, and now with this cruel man Johnny, even if they never met again. That ache was too much to bear for any woman.