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Rewritten Version:

Part 1

I’m diligently working from the comfort of my home when the unexpected sound of the doorbell echoes through the house. Curiosity takes hold of me, and I decide to investigate. After all, I have a few minutes before my next meeting. Opening the door, my breath catches in my throat as I lay my eyes on you. Words spill excitedly from your lips, but I’m mesmerized by your presence. Tall and captivating, your gorgeous eyes hidden behind chic glasses, and long, sleek hair cascade down sensually. Clad in a provocatively alluring summer dress, you exude a raw sexuality that sets my desires ablaze. My gaze instinctively fixes on your cleavage, tempting me to bury my head between your remarkably enticing breasts. The dress does little to conceal the arousal displayed by your erect nipples, subtly suggesting your braless state or perhaps offering insight into your tantalizing thoughts. Your smooth, bare legs teasingly hint at the simplicity of your attire. The scorching heat builds within me, a growing desire to ravish that dress and your irresistible form. As I discover myself forgetting about the impending meeting, I extend an invitation for you to step inside. Surprised, you expected nothing more than another spectator ogling your assets, but as you lock eyes with mine, you sense an unmistakable hunger for more.

Intrigued by my genuine interest, you inquire about my wife’s presence. To your surprise, I respond that she is in America with her boyfriend. The word “boyfriend” momentarily perplexes you, but you swiftly dismiss it, continuing with your rehearsed sales pitch. Offering you a drink, you gratefully accept, honored by my kindness. I prepare a glass of lemonade, deliberately serving it in an enchanting cup adorned with Disney characters. Secretly delighted, you admire the gentle and thoughtful essence that emanates from my gestures. Although peculiar, considering we are strangers and normal glasses are readily available, you brush apart any concerns and inquire about the existence of children in our household. My response is a quick denial. Suddenly, I interrupt, realizing the looming meeting’s intrusion. Determined to prolong your stay, I ask permission to briefly excuse myself and communicate my delay to my colleagues. Though taken aback, a subconscious desire to remain compels you to grant my request. As I ascend the stairs, I participate in the meeting, constantly aware of the time passing. Five minutes. Ten minutes. This should suffice. Concluding the meeting, I descend to discover you, resting your head on the table. Perfect. From the moment my eyes met yours, I knew you were flawless. With my wife away for several weeks and the absence of neighbors, an overwhelming urge to possess you consumes my mind. I lift you effortlessly, carrying you upstairs to my room. Gently laying you upon the bed, I swiftly remove that tantalizing summer dress, confirming the delightful surprise that you are completely nude underneath. Your body is divine; generous, supple breasts adorned with taut nipples beckon me to bite into them. Every facial feature captivates me, from your alluring eyes to your adorable nose, ears, cheeks, and lips. And the rest of you, dear God! You are stunning. Your shapely, luscious thighs and captivating, round derrière ignite a burning need within me. Spreading your legs, I admire your perfectly waxed, bare pussy without a hint of stubble. The temptation to touch and taste every inch of you is overpowering, but I exercise restraint, aware that a proper setup is necessary. Firmly securing your arms and legs with ropes attached to the bed, I leave you to slumber while I continue my work. I know precisely when you will awaken. Several hours pass, and as I put the finishing touches on my tasks, I return to check on you. Your peaceful sleep suggests you will rouse soon. Stripping down to my boxers, I lie beside you, softly kissing your lips, trailing down your neck, and exploring your earlobe. Tenderly kissing your aroused nipples draws the most delightful moan from deep within you. Progressing further, my lips trace a path over your stomach, across your thighs, lingering on your pubic mound, until I encounter your immaculately smooth pussy, already revealing signs of your body’s response to my tantalizing touches. Plunging my tongue between your folds, I caress each delicate contour, ascending from bottom to top until I reach your throbbing clit. Euphoria courses through your awakening body, but just as your consciousness begins to stir, you are startled awake by an unfamiliar moan escaping your lips. Confusion sweeps over you as you take in your surroundings. The ceiling above you boasts a charming children’s lamp adorned with Disney characters, and the room is adorned with furniture reminiscent of a child’s haven. Reality crashes down upon you when you finally heed the sensation between your legs. What is happening?! You discover yourself bound, your limbs restricted, and a man’s head nestled intimately between your thighs… The pleasure is undeniable, but fear and confusion overwhelm you. Is it the same man from before? Panic prompts you to cry out, only for me to swiftly press a hand against your mouth, my grip firm against your throat. Shock and tears fill your wide eyes as you hear my soothing voice break the silence. “Sshh, my sweet. There’s no need to be afraid. You’re safe with me. You were sound asleep, and I simply woke you up. Please, don’t scream, for no one will hear you. You belong to me now, my little girl, and all I want is to make you feel good. If you behave and remain quiet, there’s no need for a gag. Or perhaps you’d like one?” Trembling, you shake your head in silent refusal, prompting me to gradually release my hand from your mouth, yet maintaining pressure against your throat. My hand glides over your sensitive nipple, and a soft moan escapes your lips once more. A devious smile graces my face. Our lips meet, and to both our surprise, you eagerly reciprocate the kiss. Countless thoughts whirl in your mind, but in this intense moment, instinct takes over. The forbidden nature of the encounter fuels a fiery passion within you. Though part of you screams for escape from this madman, it has been far too long since you experienced such intimate touch. Helplessly, you realize there is nowhere to run, leaving you no choice but to cautiously earn my trust. As our eyes meet once more, you notice that I too am almost naked, a

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