That day he was especially frank - he told me how he used to box in his youth, and how he ended up in the "zone", and to top it off he even tried to hug me! I ran to the girls and immediately told them everything - from that moment on I only went to pee with an escort.

For another two weeks I worked successfully under a friendly "escort". "Crocodile Dundee" - that's what we called this guy - came with enviable regularity, but behaved peacefully in front of the girls: he waited for a convenient opportunity, and waited... Either I came too early, or the girls were late, but when I came to the trailer in the morning, there was no one there. I changed into work clothes: a shirt, jeans, I looked around, and there was already a "Dundee" at the door, looking at me:

 - let's go and chat...

 - Speak here. What's there to go for? - I, a fool, should have immediately understood that he was afraid that the girls would come, but then I really couldn't understand what difference it made where to speak if there was no one on the floor anyway?

 — the balcony doesn’t open here, and the view from the window isn’t very good.

The explanations didn't satisfy me, but the trailer was empty anyway... and we went to another "apartment" on our unfinished floor. There were no doors anywhere on the floor except the trailer - and this calmed me down a little. "If something goes wrong, I'll run away," I thought. I didn't run away...

"Dundee" poured out his soul to me a little, gave me some immodest compliments and said directly:

 - Stop acting up. Let me kiss you... - if before this he was sitting on the windowsill, now he stood up.

 - But you are twice my age! - I began to back away, not taking my eyes off my dangerous suitor.

 - Oh, come on. It won't hurt you. - "Dundee" was pushing me against the wall. I wanted to run now, I was throwing sidelong glances at the doorway, but he knew perfectly well what he was doing. - While I was backing away, he took a more advantageous position and was closer to the exit than me. Precious seconds were already lost. He came right up to me, and in order to somehow get some distance, I ducked into a doorway that was nearby, and immediately realized that I had made a mistake - it was a dark little room (the future bathroom) without windows and with only one doorway, in which HE was now standing.

My body felt out of place from fear, but my head was working at a crazy speed, going through possible scenarios: the floor was empty, I could scream, he was much stronger than me - there was no point in even trying to fight, but I could get him to talk and buy time. And I started chatting. I asked him questions, constantly found topics for conversation, and although he answered me, he stubbornly stuck to his line. So we walked around the room from corner to corner. As soon as I moved toward the exit, he immediately jumped to the doorway and blocked it with his powerful body. Finally, he literally cornered me and hugged me. I was shaking. He unzipped his jeans, took my hand in his and pulled it THERE.

 - Feel how hard it is. He wants you! - here the fear turned into horror. Does he consider this a compliment??! This is disgusting! At that moment, my entire sexual experience consisted of one drunken rape, which I barely remember, so seeing a penis aimed at me, and even touching it with my hand - this was beyond my strength. I tried with all my might to break free, but the former boxer's grip was dead. And the only thing that came to my mind was banal:

 - No need!!

 - Curly, don't you like me? - my brain started working again: if I say I don't like it, he might get angry, if I say I like it, he'll definitely screw me. An objective rebuff is needed.

 - But you are old enough to be my father!!!

 "It doesn't matter..." His voice was confident and, oddly enough, friendly. "Have you done THIS before?" He unbuttoned my jeans and stuck his hand inside.

 “Once…” the desire to resist almost died out, I felt doomed.

He began to caress me with his hand between my legs and kiss me. I reluctantly responded to the kisses, although I still tried to press myself against the wall. He put his fingers in my vagina and smiled:

 - It's cramped.

"It would be cramped, I thought, we've only been there once and that was almost a year ago!" His fingers began to move back and forth inside me, and his thumb played with my clitoris. I was completely dry, and as soon as I thought about it, he said it out loud:

 - You're completely dry. Do you really not like me at all? - and again the thoughts rushed forward: not to anger, but not to spur on either...

 - No, I like you, but... - he didn't listen to the end of my "but", he bit my lips and pressed me even harder into the wall with his pumped-up body. "You only made it worse, it would have been better if you had kept quiet" - flashed through my mind.

Only when he felt that I was getting wet did he take his hand out of... out of me and finally peeled himself away from my lips.

 “Now it’s your turn,” he pressed hard on my shoulders, and I fell to my knees, finding myself face to face with a dick for the first time.

 — I never… did that — the word “blowjob” was a dirty word at our school and I just couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. He smiled again, almost paternally:

 - It's not hard. Open your mouth, and I'll help you. - I shook my head silently. Tears started to well up in my throat, not banal sobbing, but quiet, doomed tears. If you can't see the eyes at that moment, you'll never understand that a person is crying. And he didn't realize it right away either.

 - Well, that's not how it's done! I was caressing you. Caress me too... - he lifted my face up by the chin and stopped short.

 - Ooooh... What's wrong? Okay, silly, we'll do without a blowjob. But at least stroke it with your hand. - He lifted me to my feet, took my hand and began to caress his penis with it, I obeyed. Of course, this was also humiliation, but I couldn't imagine anything more humiliating than a blowjob. The tears gradually subsided.

The member was alive. It moved, responded to my touch, and at the same time it was rock hard and so huge (or did it seem that way to me due to my inexperience?)! The proximity to THIS object filled me with unimaginable horror. It was as if a condemned man were given the chance to sharpen the executioner's axe before his execution. But in general, I didn't have to "sharpen" it for long. Having made sure that I was no longer crying, he turned me to face the wall and pulled down my jeans and panties. For a moment, he pulled back a little, and I felt like I was being examined - I felt even more ashamed.

 - You have a great figure! And a great ass! - He pulled me towards him, away from the wall and leaned me forward so that my elbows rested on the wall.

He found the entrance to my vagina with his fingers and put his cock in, for a moment I even lost my breath, but a confident push - and my lungs filled with air again. I felt with my whole being how the walls of my vagina were coming apart and letting in an uninvited guest. It even hurt a little, although I was already wet. I wanted to scream terribly, but if the girls came, they would definitely hear the scream, and to appear before them in THIS form... No, it was better to endure and forget this story as a simple nightmare.

I held back the scream that was about to burst out with all my might, but a weak, treacherous groan still escaped my lips.

In response, I heard a knowing "Mmm!" - my gentle rapist clearly decided that this was a moan of pleasure and began to confidently move inside me. The minutes dragged on unbearably long. Not only was they having sex against my will, but the position was also completely unbearable! Guys don't understand, but many girls will understand me - at first, girls often can't stand the "doggy style" position and endure it through force only for the sake of their guys. This disgusting feeling, as if you are being tickled from the inside somewhere in your guts! I fidgeted, shifted and arched as best I could - just to change the position at least a little, and I preferred not to think about the fact that I was being fucked at all. At such moments, the pebbles and dust under your feet become very interesting! But it is still unrealistic to completely fence yourself off from the sensations, and I felt that he was slowing down.

“Well, that’s it! I’m done!” I thought, but he had no intention of getting out.

 “Just don’t do it to me…” I asked with weak hope.

 - Shh... I'm not cumming yet. - He whispered in my ear. He took off his turtleneck and, without taking it off, threw it on the concrete floor. - Get out of your pants, - he ordered. And I obeyed, although to take off my jeans I had to get out of my sneakers, and there was no way to put them back on. He took his dick out of me, lifted my jeans and laid them next to the turtleneck.

 - Lie down - I sat down on this improvised bed, stretching the entire length of the bathroom. He sat down next to me and with a confident movement laid me on my back, he himself squatted between my legs and unbuttoned my shirt, and then my bra. - Take it off. - I took it off and was left in just my socks.

He stroked my stomach and chest and “calmed” me:

 - And don't worry about pregnancy! I know some pills, take them and everything will be fine! - the hand slid from the stomach to the clitoris and deftly found the vagina. He put his penis and immediately pushed it inside. He walked inside me and walked, sometimes slowing down, sometimes speeding up. We changed positions a couple more times, and in the end I found myself on all fours (it felt no better than standing against the wall):

 - How cold you are today! You can’t cum! - my gentle rapist noted with annoyance. It turns out that all this time, while I was silently waiting for the execution to end, he was trying to bring me to orgasm! Having lost all hope of seeing my ecstasy, he came inside me and contentedly lay down on top, crushing me with his weight and forcing me to lie down on the floor too. For two or three minutes he simply lay there and stroked my back, my hair:

 - My little one, my good one.

See, it doesn't hurt at all! And you were afraid. We'll practice a little and you'll start enjoying it. You'll be the one asking... Let me walk you home today, otherwise someone will pester you, you're so beautiful!...

I kept silent and thought to myself that with such a “suitor” there was no need for any rapists.

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