Raped by the cleaning worker uncle

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My name is Tang Xinlan, I'm 26 years old, and I work as a white-collar worker. I'm 1.65 meters tall, and thanks to the care I took during college, I've always had a great figure. My colleagues often ask me to go shopping for clothes because they say I'm a clothes hanger and look good in anything. Plus, my looks are considered high-scoring by guys; some even say I look like a celebrity, which I just laugh off. Last year, I married my boyfriend of several years from college, and everything was going smoothly.

Until one weekend…

Not long after our marriage, my husband was away on a business trip again, leaving me alone at home. I was incredibly bored, with no one to talk to. On Sunday evening, feeling utterly bored, I started playing with WeChat's "message in a bottle" feature. I

'd actually played this before, but being a girl, and because I like to use my body as my profile picture, I often received a lot of replies instantly after sending a bottle. I'd then chat with some of them. Of course, the guys' replies were always quite perverted and direct. Some would compliment my legs, others would say my breasts were particularly full. Some people even directly ask for my address, wanting to hook up with me. I always delete those people immediately. There's a catch with this: I never post photos that show my face, so many people question the authenticity of my photos. Some even think I'm a guy and want to add me as a friend for a video chat… I'm not actually a promiscuous girl… life is just sometimes too mundane, and I want to try something exciting. Things like WeChat are fast-paced; you chat and then delete, nobody knows who I am, so I often do it. But today is a little different. Thinking about how I'm always being questioned about the authenticity of my photos, I can't help but feel resentful. Plus, always using the same old tricks is really boring. I want to try something exciting, to use a photo showing my face as my profile picture. I'm both scared and excited, and after much deliberation, I decided to give it a try and see what people think of my appearance. So I set a photo showing my face as my profile picture.

"What kind of comments should I get?" I wondered to myself. If I just send normal messages, many people will reply normally, praising my beauty, saying my boyfriend is lucky. Considering I'm already posting a photo showing my face, why not go all out?

"I really want to be sandwiched between someone," I blushed and pouted. After hesitating for a moment, I still sent the message with a tap of my finger. My heart was pounding, and I eagerly awaited a reply. Sure enough, I received a lot of replies instantly. I'm really susceptible to teasing. I replied to all sorts of perverted replies while laughing, when suddenly I received a reply like this: "You little slut, you really need to be fucked. I want to fuck you to death." How rude! I shook my head. Men are all driven by their lower bodies, that's for sure. I casually replied, "How do you want to do it?" Usually, in this kind of situation, the other person will send a series of lewd or even violent messages.

The first time I saw it, I blushed and felt ashamed, but after seeing it many times, I didn't feel much anymore. But this time was different. The other person suddenly took a screenshot of my forehead and sent it to me. "?" I sent a few question marks back. What did he mean? "This is your profile picture," the other person asked. People have asked me this before when I'm honest, and then asked me to send a profile picture to prove it. It's rare for someone to doubt me when I use a real profile picture. It really annoyed me. "Yeah," I replied impatiently. "I didn't expect you to be so lewd, even though you look so innocent." The other person typed. "What?" My heart tightened. "What do you mean?" My hand trembled involuntarily. This reply was beyond my expectations. Did he know me?

"Yes,

I really couldn't tell." "I don't understand what you mean." I was no longer paying attention to other people's replies and focused on this one. "I've seen you before. You're a very beautiful and innocent person. I didn't expect you to be so lewd. You really can't tell from your appearance." I was shocked. No way, what a coincidence? "You're lying, do you know who I am?" "Yes," the other person replied immediately. I swallowed hard. "You said you know me, do you know my last name?" "No, but I've seen you." I was too scared to reply to anyone else's messages. The other person was probably just making things up. "You're just kidding..." I typed and waited a while. My phone received a reply: "You'll find out when the time comes. Let me have sex with you, and I won't tell anyone." You're just lying, I thought, becoming increasingly nervous, unable to tell if the other person was telling the truth. "I don't believe it," I typed. "Ha... you'll find out when we meet," he replied. My heart was racing. Could it be this bad? My first time showing my face and being recognized by someone I know. I immediately deleted the message in the bottle and turned off my phone. Oh my god, this can't be real, I comforted myself. If others knew I did these dirty things at home, I'd be so embarrassed. I shouldn't think too much about it. I turned off my phone and carefully considered his words. Hmm, since he doesn't know my last name, it must be fake. I gradually relaxed and fell asleep.

The next day, Monday, was still a bit bumpy. Work, meals, home. Everything was normal; no strange people contacted me. It seems I was just being paranoid; what a coincidence! A few days passed peacefully like this. Then, on Friday, someone suddenly added me as a friend. Who was it?

Could it be this person? Should I accept their friend request? My first instinct was no, but my curiosity made me want to try. Maybe it was some product promotion. Fearful yet wanting to know the outcome, I accepted the request.

Unexpectedly, the first photo they sent was a screenshot of our chat from that day. I was stunned. "What are you doing?" "What am I doing? I want to do you." "I saw you at work again. You're so pretty, so innocent." "Really? Where did you see me at work?" I sneered. I was hoping he'd be speechless again, like last time, but then came "address xxx, floor xxx, company xxx." This time, I was truly terrified. "Who are you?" I desperately racked my brains, trying to recall everyone I knew, but still found no clues. "Come to the company this weekend, or the whole company will know your chat history." Then he never replied. No matter what I said, he didn't respond. I was too scared to move all day; I was completely stunned. What should I do? I didn't dare tell anyone. I didn't sleep a wink all night, wondering whether to go. What would happen if I went? Would it really be like he said? Early Saturday morning, he sent a message, "I'm waiting for you at the company," and then stopped messaging me. Then, no matter how I replied, he wouldn't say anything. I gritted my teeth and decided to go. I thought about it; none of the people I knew seemed weird, and the company had security guards, so it shouldn't be too dangerous. Maybe it was just a colleague? A prank?

I was dressed casually, carrying my bag, and took the subway to the company, but there was no one there. "Looks like it really was a prank," I breathed a sigh of relief. But just as I finished thinking that, a message came in: "I'm waiting for you in the restroom, women's restroom." Ah, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. What should I do? Should I go or not? My whole body felt weak, but if I didn't go, I felt unwilling to give up, having come this far. I sat at my desk thinking for a long time, and finally made up my mind: I'll go, and if it gets too difficult, I'll call for help. I slowly made my way to the restroom, tiptoeing inside. Nobody was there, and every stall was closed. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I really hoped the other person was just making empty promises. I took out my phone and sent a message: "I'm here." I held my breath. I waited for a while. Suddenly, one of the stall doors opened. A man who looked to be in his thirties came out. "Ah!" Seeing that it was real, I couldn't help but exclaim. Judging from his clothes, he was probably a cleaning worker at the company.

"You... what do you want?" My mouth felt dry, and I could barely speak.

"Tsk tsk, it really is you. I never would have guessed. You usually look so innocent, who knew you were so lewd, right?" He laughed. "Nonsense, I was just playing around." I felt weak all over again. I explained, "Who believes in messages in bottles?" "Oh, really, but," he waved his phone, "the chat history doesn't say that, and there's your photo as proof." "But..." I tried to think of a way to explain, "But this might be someone using my profile picture as a prank." "Hahaha," the middle-aged man laughed, "But you added me as a friend, look at the chat history you posted later, so anxious and worried. Is it still someone else's prank?" Oh my god. I regretted it so much, why did I agree to add him as a friend? "What do you want to do? Threaten me? That's illegal." I involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Come in."

"What?" I was stunned. "Come into the cubicle." He stood in a cubicle and beckoned to me.

"No!" I shook my head and took a few steps back, ready to run away at any moment. "Look, I know your company's group chat from your colleague. If you don't come in, I'll screenshot the messages and send them to your company group chat." He said this while greedily looking me up and down. I felt like my brain had stopped working, but I knew that if I didn't go in, I would be famous in the next second. I clutched my clothes and slowly walked into the stall. *Snap!* He casually locked the door. He continued to molest me with his eyes. "Let me have sex with you, and I'll delete the text messages." "No!" At this moment, all I could say was no. "At worst," I swallowed, "you'll suffer the consequences." "Right? I'm just a cleaner. At worst, I won't work in this building anymore and I'll find another job." As he spoke, he pressed closer. "No!" I shrank into the corner in fear, but how big is a toilet stall? I was quickly forced into a corner. "I'll give you money, just don't do this," I mustered my courage and made my demand. "Otherwise, I'll scream for help." Seeing my resolute attitude, he considered for a moment. "Okay, I won't do it to you, but you have to make me feel good." "How?" I asked immediately, then my face flushed. How could I ask that? I felt like I really wanted to know. Seeing my fair face turn red, his heart visibly raced. "Give me a blowjob, and I'll let you go. You won't lose anything. It'll be just between you and me." It seemed that threatening a woman was a first for him, and he was clearly just as nervous as I was. But seeing my innocent appearance and voluptuous figure, he still made his demand. Seeing that I didn't speak, he became a little anxious. "Hurry up." Then he waved his phone. I was struggling internally. Oh my god, giving a stranger a blowjob. How could this happen?

Seeing that I was still hesitating, he said, "If you don't want to, I'll post it online. Then we'll see how you handle it." I was really scared. What if my colleagues found out? The key question is, what if my husband finds out? I'm usually so gentle and meek, but I'm sending these messages. How am I supposed to explain this to him? How am I supposed to live with him after this?

"You…" I struggled for a long time. "Give me the phone, I…I…" I couldn't get the rest of the words out.

"Okay, deal," he said impatiently. He then unzipped his pants, revealing his monstrous penis.

Good heavens, he actually took his pants off. I could smell the stench from this distance.

"I…I haven't agreed yet," I struggled. "Okay, then I'll send it," the man said without hesitation, reaching for his finger. "No!" I cried out. "Then hurry up, once the delivery is done, no one will know about this," the man said impatiently. "It's not like I'm really going to have sex with you. Just a blowjob, and it'll be over." What he said seemed to make some sense. My brain really short-circuited, and I unconsciously nodded. "Squat down, take it in your mouth, and I'll give you the phone." He walked up to me impatiently. "Squat down, hurry up, you little slut."

The words "little slut" stung me again. I never imagined that a casual game would cause such a huge problem.

And it happened in the company restroom, no less.

My face flushed red, and my heart was pounding uncontrollably. I made up my mind: the moment he handed me the phone, I would leave immediately. With that resolve, I squatted down, looking at his enormous member. "Remember to give me the phone," he said, brushing my long hair aside and opening my mouth. I slowly pressed it against his.

"Eat it all," he commanded. "I'll give you the phone then."

I strained to see where his phone was while taking his foul-smelling penis into my mouth.

Little did I know that this position was stimulating him.

Ugh…it smelled so bad, so disgusting. I couldn't take it anymore after just a little bit inside. I instinctively pulled upwards, grabbing the phone. "Got it?" I felt a wave of relief, but suddenly realized I couldn't hold it; he was holding the other end of the phone firmly. "Ah!" My heart, which had just relaxed, was jolted again. I'd miscalculated; he wasn't planning on giving it to me directly.

"What, trying to back out? Just give me a blowjob. I'll give it to you after I'm done. Don't think about anything else." He cursed. "You've already taken it, so don't hesitate. Hurry up and finish it. We don't even know each other." My face flushed red. I closed my eyes and swallowed his entire penis in one gulp.

"Ugh, fucking so good. Damn, you always look like a pure white-collar worker at work." He sighed comfortably. "I never thought I'd have this day, having a white-collar worker squatting in the toilet giving me a blowjob. Hahahaha." The uncle said to me with a contemptuous look. "Hurry up, I can't wait." "Hurry up." He suddenly grabbed my long hair. I had no choice but to slightly open my lips and take his hot penis into my mouth, stroking it back and forth with my sexy lips. I cried, tears of humiliation dripping down my cheeks onto his glans. The uncle then used his hand to pull my beautiful long hair down. His long hair cascaded down my smooth right shoulder, and he chuckled, "Ha, so feminine! You're even prettier than a movie star!" Then he yelled at me menacingly, "Damn it, don't cry! Hold it back! Take it deeper into your mouth!" I had no choice but to obey his orders and continue to suck his stinky glans deep into my throat. But the stench made me gag, almost suffocating me. I had to release his penis and catch my breath. The pre-ejaculate on his glans still left a trail on my sexy lips, a truly lewd sight.

The older man, still seemingly unsatisfied, cupped my face and said, "Girl, your oral skills are really good. No wonder you're wearing such shiny lipstick; you're here to eat my big cock, hahaha… Let me moisten your sexy little mouth a bit more." He then rubbed his glans, still oozing pre-ejaculate, against my lips, making them even shinier than before, as if my mouth was made specifically for men to give me blowjobs. Reluctantly, I took

his penis into my mouth again. "Mmm, so good, so hot and wet," the older man laughed. "Your mouth is so horny." I endured the stench, holding it in my mouth without moving. "Move, fuck!" the older man continued to curse. "Slowly bite down with your teeth, move your tongue, lick with your tongue, hurry up, fuck, I can't cum like this. If I can't cum, you'll keep sucking like this all day." Tears streamed down my face as I desperately wanted to end this nightmare. So I did as he said. "Yes, like that, deeper, good, really good technique, you must do this a lot for others, haha..." Actually, I had never given oral sex to a man before, not even my husband. This was my first time, my first time giving oral sex to a man, but this man wasn't my beloved husband, but a strange cleaner. Humiliation and regret filled my mind. At that moment, I held his hot penis in my mouth, letting it go in and out, thrusting into my cherry-like mouth from left to right. The uncle stroked my long hair while enjoying the pleasure of a beautiful woman giving him oral sex.

And all I could do was moan "Ugh..." in pain!

In my wet mouth, the uncle's penis was growing and getting harder, filling my sexy little mouth completely. The uncle was also panting heavily, thrusting continuously, while shouting, "Ah, ah, this is so fucking good, I'll fuck your little mouth to death, oh! oh!" The stench was unbearable, and I wanted to break free. But the older man's hands gripped my head tightly, forcing it to move back and forth. I could only passively slam against his crotch, my beautiful face sinking deeper and deeper into his messy pubic hair, making a "sizzling" friction sound.

To further humiliate me, the older man deliberately made his testicles slam hard against my chin each time, almost turning it red. My

cherry-like mouth held his thick, smelly penis, my delicate tongue swirling around the glans, my pearly teeth scraping the shaft like a massage. Trying to make him ejaculate quickly, "Oh, so good, so good, good oral skills, I knew you were a professional, oh—so good—" The older man felt as if his penis was being held by a small hand, a wave of intoxicating pleasure enveloping him. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his penis forcefully in and out of her mouth.

Soon her mouth was full of saliva. But I couldn't swallow it at all. I wanted to spit it out, but it was tightly blocked by the penis, leaving me no chance. My face turned redder and redder, and I drooled more and more. Soon, the penis made a "plop plop" sound as it thrust in and out. A lot of saliva was even drawn out when the penis was pulled out, which was the only way to relieve my pain. Soon, the saliva was running down my chin, dripping onto the ground.

This sight only fueled the man's animalistic desires. He thrust harder and harder, pulling out and then thrusting in again. My head swayed back and forth with his strides, my whole body aching. I didn't even realize when I'd dropped my phone; my legs and mouth were incredibly sore.

The only thing I could do was support myself with one hand on the ground and hold onto the man's leg with the other to maintain my pitiful balance.

I shook my head from side to side, trying my best to keep the penis from going down my throat. This went on for who knows how long, my head spinning from the back-and-forth motion.

I gradually felt like I couldn't breathe through my nose, and instinctively tried to open my mouth wide, but the thing inside seemed determined to push even deeper. Just as I was caught in a dilemma, trying to escape this nightmare, the man suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, oh, oh, you little slut, your mouth is so beautiful! Ahhh!" He quickened his pace as he spoke.

I felt his penis growing larger and larger, filling my entire mouth. My mouth was forced open to its widest extent. I sensed something was wrong and shook my head frantically, tears and hair flying everywhere. But the man seized the opportunity to grab my head with both hands, his glans pressing hard against my throat.

I screamed desperately, but could only manage weak "oohs." I pounded on his thighs with my hands, trying to push him away from ejaculating into my mouth, but he held my head tightly. Suddenly, he pressed my mouth against the base of his penis, burying the entire glans in my mouth. I knew it was coming. Oh God, he was going to ejaculate in my mouth. I didn't want it, but at that moment, I had no chance to escape. The image that flashed through my mind was of my husband. "Husband, I'm sorry," I murmured. This stillness lasted for two or three seconds, then suddenly his glans twitched, and a thick stream of semen gushed out, shooting deep into my throat. I opened my eyes wide, still unable to believe it was real, my hands gripping his legs tightly, my whole body tense.

Semen continued to pour into my mouth, like a nuclear explosion, one thrust after another.

I felt streams of hot liquid rush into my mouth. I tried to block the semen with my tongue to avoid swallowing it, but the fishy taste overwhelmed my taste buds.

It felt like it took more than a minute for him to stop ejaculating. The uncle reluctantly withdrew his penis, my mouth already full of semen. I couldn't care less and tried to spit it out, but the uncle suddenly thrust his penis in again the instant I opened my mouth. This time, my tongue was caught off guard.

Because my mouth was wide open and I was nauseous and about to vomit, my throat was also wide open.

My mouth was full of semen, saliva, and the uncle's pre-ejaculate, making it almost as slippery as it could be. The uncle's penis thrust in suddenly.

My hand had just left the uncle's leg to wipe my mouth when the thrust caused me to lose my balance, and my face pressed against the uncle's crotch. "No..." I screamed inwardly. I could only whimper when I heard a soft "plop" as his penis easily broke through my tongue's defenses, the glans plunging deep into my throat.

My entire face was buried in the man's pubic hair. This time, the penetration was so deep that even his testicles were stuffed into my mouth.

At this point, I had completely lost the ability to think; my mind was blank, and I couldn't even muster the most basic resistance.

I only felt something wet and round firmly stuck in my throat, and the semen in my mouth was squeezed out instantly from around my lips, my chin, face, and even my nose.

This lasted for four or five seconds. I finally came to my senses because this time I really couldn't breathe at all; I felt like I would suffocate if it lasted any longer. I desperately pounded on his legs.

The man finally let out a long sigh and released my head. "Ugh, cough, cough," I gasped for breath, vomiting. In the last thrust, a little semen was still forced in, and I felt a strong, fishy, foul smell throughout my mouth, esophagus, and stomach.

To my surprise, the remaining semen in my mouth, sticky and flowing down my clothes, dripped from my chest onto my kneeling legs, creating a lewd scene.

I never imagined I would be so humiliated by an unknown cleaning man, not only performing oral sex but also swallowing his semen.

I collapsed to the ground, sobbing and spitting out the remaining semen.

"Turn over, look at the camera." The man grabbed my hair as I cried and pulled me up.

My phone, I suddenly remembered. "Give it to me," I cried weakly, ignoring the semen in my mouth.

"Okay, here you go," the man suddenly laughed, casually tossing me the phone. Then he pulled out another phone from his pocket and snapped close-ups of my face from various angles: my face was flushed, my lips were covered in yellowish semen, my eyes were filled with tears of humiliation, and my once elegant light blue shirt was now stained with dark semen.

"Ah..." Before I could even process what had just happened, he had taken all the photos. "You? What are you doing?" "Hahaha, you little slut, I kept my word." The man said, zipping up his bag with satisfaction. "Here's your phone back, but now I have even more explosive evidence." I was completely stunned. If the chat history was exposed, I could still defend myself as a victim, but what if these photos were leaked? I suddenly thought of my husband. What would his reaction be if he knew about this? Would he listen to my explanation?

"Alright. Little beauty." While I was in a daze, the man opened my bag, took out my wallet, and pulled out my ID card. "So your name is Tang Xinlan, hmm, not a bad name." The man casually took a picture of my ID card as well. I was completely at a loss for what to do. My mind was blank. It wasn't until the man left that I came to my senses. Looking at the mess on my body, I found myself sitting alone in the bathroom with my hair disheveled and his semen in my mouth. The contents of my bag were scattered all over the floor, and even the money in my wallet was gone.

After waiting for a long time, I dragged my exhausted body to the pool, cleaned myself up, and the more I thought about it, the more frightened and humiliated I felt. I couldn't help but burst into tears. Just then, "beep beep," a text message arrived. I opened it with trembling hands, and sure enough, it was the photo from before, followed by a message: "Ms. Tang, your lips are so soft and comfortable. Your husband is so lucky. But guess what my husband would think if I sent this to him? Tomorrow is Sunday, the usual place, meet me in the women's restroom at the company." What should I do? How can I face tomorrow?

[The End]

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