THE SINFUL PEOPLE - PART 6 (Patreon)

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Note: This story is intended for mature audiences (18+) and all characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Part 6: Exchange Condition

I lay down on the sofa, tears flowing freely. It is now midnight. Wilfred Doyle left here over an hour ago. However, the atmosphere in the living room still retained the echoes of the previous incident. It was the first time I had sex… as a woman.

After a sudden kiss that made my mind unable to react to what was happening, Wilfred Doyle moved his hands to grope wildly all over my body. Even though I had almost agreed to a deal to do whatever Wilfred Doyle said in exchange for his silence, I was still startled by his unannounced actions as a result, leading to continued resistance. I think you can understand my situation at that time. Clearly, Wilfred Doyle knew I wasn't a woman, yet he still ignored it.

My adrenaline was running strong. Wilfred Doyle tore my blouse in half. The fragility of a blouse cannot resist the terrible power of a sexually aroused man. My white bra was completely exposed. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my breasts to cover it, even though he had touched that place before.

My breasts grew naturally thanks to using estrogen-increasing pills so they are not too big. However, just a little protrusion is enough to make my breasts look completely different from men's. Thanks to it, I no longer feel uncomfortable having to wear a bra. In other words, from that moment on, I realized that one of the things a woman must do is cover her breasts. Now my breasts are exposed. Wilfred Doyle pulled my bra up to my neck.

My attempt at cover was meaningless. Wilfred Doyle yanked my hands away. Losing my balance while struggling to hold the final boundary, I fell to the floor. The knee-length skirt flipped up due to the strong impact, revealing my white panties.

I am currently using a trick called “tucking” so at first glance my penis cannot be seen. Situations like today are very rare. Normally no one can see my bottom because I dress quite discreetly. However, I still want to use this “tucking” trick, simply to realize that I am a woman and the wife of another man.

For a moment, it seemed as if Wilfred Doyle's eyes had landed on my panties. Even though he knew I was a man and had the exact same thing as him, that didn't make him show his face like a hungry wolf. I guess maybe it's because of the attraction of women's lingerie. Obviously, the sexiness of women's lingerie mostly affects men in one way or another. Some people will feel sexual arousal as intensely as Wilfred Doyle. Others, perhaps, will want to wear them immediately like me and witness their graceful appearance in a mirror. Regardless, it's not in my favor right now. Wilfred Doyle's sexual appetite increased his strength many times over.

Another thing that stimulates men's sexual excitement is the moans and tears from women. Perhaps even women know that too. But who knows, this is the body's natural reaction. Even though I'm not a real woman, don't forget I've lived under the identity of a woman for all these years. Both my body and soul have been surrendered to the other gender. Therefore, facing the threat of being sexually violated, my expressions and actions were no different from those of a normal woman.

Once he had a firm hold on my hand, Wilfred Doyle rubbed his head repeatedly against my breasts. His short, dense hair tickled my sensitive breasts. I felt my penis begin to refuse to stay still. For the first time in my life, I feel so disgusted with it! Even when I became a woman, I just covered it up, still accepting it as an indispensable part of me. But now, I really want to throw it away! It refuses to listen to my brain anymore and this can lead to guilt.

I was now pinned to the floor. My legs struggled wildly, trying to find some chance, but the more I did that, the more my skirt rode up. Wilfred Doyle pinned my hands to the floor. He held one leg as a support, and the other leg was bent up, his knee touching the crotch of my panties. The paralysis in my penis made my legs weak and unable to move anymore.

Wilfred Doyle continued the forced kiss. I kept shaking my head side to side to avoid his kiss. But immediately, he found a favorable position. Wilfred Doyle clamped my legs tightly under his armpits, using his entire upper body to push my body down. Even though my hand was no longer held tightly, I also didn't have the strength to struggle.

Wilfred Doyle yanked my bra so hard that the hook on the back broke completely. His right hand held the bra tightly like a precious thing, and his mouth began to suck hard on my nipple. I kept screaming: “Please don't!” but Wilfred Doyle covered my mouth. I'm going through two wars. A fight against the onslaught of Wilfred Doyle. A fight to keep my penis from doing anything stupid. Both of these battles have one thing in common: I am gradually becoming powerless. Soon I will probably become a loser.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Wilfred Doyle seemed to have loosened his grip on my body. Not wasting the opportunity, I quickly turned over and crawled quickly to the sofa. But I was wrong. Wilfred Doyle did not actively abandon my body. He just wanted to change his position to take off my skirt and there was no doubt that what I was doing was helping him because while I was crawling, both my arms and legs were busy. How to resist?

Half of my ass was exposed and Wilfred Doyle continued to tug the skirt towards him. I turned over again, hoping the impact from turning around would cause him to lose his grip. That didn't happen. Wilfred Doyle changed his hands dynamically and my skirt continued to be pulled down. As a matter of necessity, my body was now left with only a pair of white panties.

Wilfred Doyle pressed his face against the front of my panties. At this point, the “tucking” trick was useless in trying to keep my penis firmly under my groin. My penis slowly returned to its original position. Then it stood straight up. My mind tried to think of something other than sex to stop the flow of semen that had accumulated over the years.

Even though I had made love with my girlfriend before, since I became Dorian Valdez's wife, I had never once released semen. Partly because I listened to him and suppressed men's sexual excitement to become a complete woman. On the other hand, I also want to do that because it is a way for me to keep my “virginity” as a girl with my husband. Today, that “virginity” is being threatened! If I can't control it, it will be an unforgivable sin for a wife... even though Dorian Valdez has never considered me his wife.

Tears fell, I tearfully asked Wilfred Doyle: “Why... Why did you do that? You knew I was a man! I'm not a woman! Why do you still want to do this to me?!”

Wilfred Doyle looked at me for a moment and then replied: “You were the one who said you would do anything in return for my silence. Why do you want to change your mind now? Of course, the choice is yours. If you want, I will stop immediately. At the same time, I will pay a sum of money to compensate for what has just been done. But I guess you don't want that. For the sake of your husband, who doesn't consider you his wife, I know you will accept this. If so, do you need to know the reason?!”

I wiped my tears with my hand: “But if you do that, I will become a sinner. My husband wouldn't want a wife like me! I will accept this… if you tell me why you did it. Obviously, a man like me doesn't deserve an elite person like you to do this.”

Wilfred Doyle half-smiled: “That's what you said yourself. If I tell you the reason, you will accept this. Then… my reason is that I don't consider you a man at all. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met! Any man who sees you will probably want to act like me.”

Having finished speaking, Wilfred Doyle did not give me even a second to say a word. He pulled my panties down and started licking the head of my cock. At this moment, my mouth could only release moans involuntarily.

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