Beauty can be a curse

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Tonight, on my way home from work, I encountered a pervert.

Actually, I had a feeling of unease after getting off the bus. After walking for a minute or two, I realized there wasn't a soul around; most shops were closed, and there were very few pedestrians.

My husband usually waits for me at the station on time, and he usually accompanies me home, so I never thought anything of it. But tonight, walking alone, I realized how deserted the area was.

The area where I live hasn't been very safe lately, but I used to feel safe with my husband picking me up, so I never worried about anything bad happening to me. But this time, being alone, I started to get scared. I even had a fleeting impulse: maybe I should call my husband to come pick me up! But remembering what happened this morning, I immediately dismissed the idea.

This morning, he woke up very early and tossed and turned in bed, waking me up too, but I ignored him and continued dreaming. Unexpectedly, he slipped his hands inside my pajamas and pants. With one hand, he pushed up my bra and kneaded my breasts, while with the other, his fingers expertly teased my clitoris.

We hadn't made love for two weeks! His actions aroused me, and I quickly became wet. I couldn't resist any longer, and just as I was about to help him take off his pants, the alarm clock rang.

He turned it off and got out of bed. I grabbed him, but he said he had to go back to the company for a meeting in the morning and couldn't play with me anymore.

"Of course, a man should prioritize his career. I only work to support the family."

Although his income is enough to support the family, I couldn't stand his chauvinistic thinking, so two months ago I found a less strenuous night school teaching job.

But in the morning, he still had that chauvinistic look on his face, saying that my job was "to earn money to buy flowers."

Humph! I don't want to rely on him to survive. So tonight, school let out early, and I didn't tell him, lest he think I can't live without him, which would fuel his chauvinistic arrogance. Couldn't I get home by myself?

I walked along, keeping an eye on my surroundings. Just when I thought nothing would happen, I heard some sounds behind me. As I was about to turn around, suddenly a strong, thick hand gripped my neck, and another hand covered my mouth.

Breathing was difficult, so I grabbed his arms, but the man behind me was strong and powerful. Not only could I not pull his hands away, but he also forcibly dragged me into the roadside bushes.

I was dragged for over a hundred meters through the bushes before being pushed to the ground. I hurriedly turned around, and standing in front of me was a muscular man.

"You…" I had never experienced anything like this before; my throat was dry with nervousness, and I couldn't even speak.

He squatted down beside me, took out a small knife from his waistband, and brandished it in front of me. I became even more terrified, my whole body trembling.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you. Who's the man who accompanies you home every night? Is it your husband?" I hadn't realized I'd been watched all along.

I nodded, and he continued, "Huh? Your husband didn't come to pick you up tonight? And you seem to be home a little earlier than usual." "

I thought about it and told him I'd be leaving work early tonight, and then I'd take the opportunity to bluff him, telling him my husband was waiting for me at the building entrance, and if I didn't hurry back, he'd come looking for me.

But instead of being scared, he said, 'Fine, let him see how his wife has sex with someone else.'

'No!' I immediately protested loudly.

'If you don't want anyone to see, then don't make a scene,' he lightly tapped my cheek with the knife. 'But even if you scream, no one will hear you. If you behave, this will be our balcony for making love; if you're tempted, I guarantee this will be your burial ground.' '

No…please…'

'I've been waiting for you to come home every night for a whole month. If I hadn't gone downstairs to buy a late-night snack tonight, I don't know how much longer I would have had to wait!' " "You think I'd let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by? Heh..."

Hearing his words and seeing his lewd grin, I knew what was about to happen. I cried out in fear, not knowing what to do, just shaking my head and saying "No."

He took out a rope, tied my hands together, and then turned his attention to my lower body.

My high heels were taken off, and he touched my feet from toes to heels. In my panic, I actually felt a sliver of excitement.

Oh no! My soles and toes are my sensitive areas. My husband thinks they're dirty and has never explored these erotic spots, so now I can't even withstand the slightest teasing.

Thankfully, he stopped quickly. No! I shouldn't have said "it's okay," because something even more serious was about to happen. He was going to get his hands on my genitals; he wanted to lift my skirt. I twisted my lower body to try and avoid him, but he sat on my lower abdomen, making me unable to move.

"Let me go! Let me go! What do you want to do!" I could only pound my fists on his back, but my skirt was still lifted up, and I could feel his hand going inside my socks. He rolled my socks down, and I felt a cool sensation on my thighs.

When I thought he was going to take off my underwear, I closed my legs, but this only made it easier for him, allowing him to easily roll down my socks, from my thighs to my calves, from my calves to my ankles and toes, until they were completely off.

My underwear and my two long, beautiful legs, which I was so proud of, were completely exposed to a strange man. I had no face left at all. I wanted to crawl into a hole, but I couldn't even turn around. I could only close my eyes and cover my face with my hands.

Suddenly, the pressure on my lower abdomen lessened. I was curious, so I opened my eyes to see what he was doing. I saw that he was back in his original position, holding my feet in his hands and gently kissing them.

Being touched through my stockings was already uncomfortable, but now being kissed naked—no, not just kissed, he also stuck out his tongue and licked the soles of my feet, making me feel both ticklish and itchy. I tried to pull my feet back, but he held them firmly and even put my toes in his mouth. While sucking, he slipped his tongue between my toes.

I grew increasingly excited; though my reason resisted, it ultimately succumbed to the sensations of my flesh. My body suddenly trembled involuntarily, and I knew something was wrong, but it was too late.

I had actually reached orgasm under the pervert's teasing. This orgasm was different from the one I experienced during sex; I had never felt this way before. My husband would never give me such stimulation; only a perverted man would kiss my soles, lick my toes, and suck my toes without a care for filth.

But when I thought about how this man was a pervert, my heart turned cold. Yes, my body experienced unprecedented pleasure, but this pleasure also inflicted unprecedented shame on my soul.

"Feeling good, huh?" "

No!" "Don't talk nonsense!"

"You can't fool me, your reaction just now gave you away." He chuckled. I felt he was mocking me.

"No! I didn't! How could I do that to a pervert like you... Hey, what are you trying to do..." He suddenly reached under my skirt.

"Nothing, just wanted to touch you down there to see if it's wet, to see if you're lying."

Hearing him say that, I realized that my genitals were indeed very wet. How embarrassing, I even lost some vaginal fluid. I've never had this kind of reaction when I've had sex with my husband, no matter how intense it was...

Feeling secretly ashamed, I forgot what I was about to do until his hand touched my underwear. I recoiled as if I'd been electrocuted.

"No..." Realizing my genitals were wet, I felt guilty, and my voice became weak and powerless.

"Don't move, I haven't figured it out yet!"

"No...okay, okay...you don't need to touch me, I admit it..." As long as he stopped touching my body, it didn't matter what I said.

"Hey...you admit to what?" He grinned triumphantly.

"I..." Although I had made up my mind to go all out, I swallowed the words back down.

"You admit your genitals are wet?"

"Yes..." I lowered my head in shame.

"You did have an orgasm just now, didn't you?"

"Mmm..." I responded unconsciously.

"But I'm a perverted sex fiend, and you actually had an orgasm...heh...you're so lewd..."

Of course you're a pervert! Not only did you defile my body, but you also tortured me mentally.

"How can you be so lewd, do you think you're doing right by your husband? Heh!"

Husband? I almost forgot my husband existed. Right, husband, come save me! I peeked at my watch; it was 9:50. I felt utterly hopeless. He didn't know I was leaving work early tonight and would definitely wait until 10:30 (my usual time to leave) before coming downstairs…

It was all my fault; I shouldn't have been so temperamental… Overwhelmed with shame and anger, I don't know where I got the courage, but I roared at that lecherous man: "You damned pervert, why are you treating me like this? I haven't done anything wrong!"

He was stunned for a moment when he saw how fierce I was, but quickly regained his lecherous expression: "You haven't done anything wrong? Yes! You're so beautiful. Ever since I first saw you, I've thought about you every day, and I secretly watch you from afar every night. Don't you know how hard it is for me?"

Hearing his twisted logic, I deflated again and ignored him. Seeing that I didn't react, he actually tried to take it a step further.

Seeing him take off his pants, I panicked and asked, "You... what do you want to do..."

"Hehe... I made you feel good just now, now it's your turn to make me feel good..." He quickly took off his jeans and underwear, revealing his erect penis.

"Wow~~" Although I've seen male genitalia before, seeing the same thing on a strange man made me feel disgusted. I was so scared that I covered my face with my hands, unable to look at him.

He pulled my hands away, and I saw his penis was already in front of me. I wanted to close my eyes, but he threatened me: "Don't close your eyes! Is my penis ugly? You have to look carefully, or I'll gouge your eyes out!"

I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw the thick penis, which reminded me of my husband's penis. At first glance, it was twice as thick as my husband's.

No! I can't do this! How could I be paying attention to another man's penis...

Seeing me in a daze, he assumed I was admiring his member and asked, "How is it? Much thicker than your husband's, right? Let me tell you, my technique is also excellent, want to try it?" "

No! Don't rape me! Please... I'll give you money... You can find several prettier girls than me, I... I have tens of thousands of dollars in my wallet... I'll give it all to you... and my debit card..." "

Hmph, giving me money won't help, my penis has contracted an STD, even prostitutes won't do business with me, so I'll have to trouble you, wife, to help me release this pent-up desire."

I was shocked and couldn't help but steal a glance at his penis. In the dim moonlight, I saw his penis covered in warts and sores, with several wounds oozing a sticky substance that looked like pus and blood.

I had never seen such a horrific sight before, right in front of me. As I gasped, he was pushing my head toward his penis; my mouth not only touched the tip of his glans, but my nose also faintly caught the stench of rotting flesh.

(Gag...) As the nauseating odor assaulted my senses, a sudden thought of a way to survive occurred to me.

"Wait...you need to release...I can use my mouth...but please don't rape me..."

I've never done this for a man before (including my husband), because I think it's dirty and unnatural, especially since this pervert's penis is infected with some strange disease, and having to suck his penis makes me even more disgusted. But this is better than being raped, at least I won't get a sexually transmitted disease (that's what I thought at the time, I later learned that some STIs can also be transmitted orally), and I won't get pregnant from it.

The pervert thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, I've never tried it before anyway..." I was secretly pleased, but he immediately threatened me: "But you really have to be able to satisfy me, otherwise I'm going to penetrate you, understand?" "

I was a little worried. It was my first time doing something like this, and I didn't know if I could do it. But given the situation, I could only nod.

He told me to open my mouth and put his penis in my mouth, but what was next? I had no idea.

'Why did you stop? Haven't you ever done this before?'

Of course I hadn't. I wouldn't do such a dirty thing if it weren't to maintain my innocence. But my mouth was gagged, so I couldn't speak and could only nod.

'Then I'll kindly teach you a lesson. When you get home, you can do it for your husband. I guarantee he'll be thrilled. What do you say?'

I had no right to say 'no,' so I could only nod politely.

He wanted me to suck his penis. Besides the stench, my tongue also tasted the salty and fishy smell of his penis."

"Good, now you need to lick it with your tongue."

So I licked his penis with my tongue, but his thick penis filled my entire mouth, leaving little room for my tongue to move; it could only move around under the penis.

My tongue seemed to feel the uneven surface of his penis .

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