A beautiful encounter

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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 always 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 always felt safe with my husband picking me up, and 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 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 went back to sleep. Unexpectedly, he slipped his hands inside my pajamas and pants. One hand pushed up my bra, kneading my breasts, while the other reached into my pants, his fingers expertly teasing 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 pulled him back, but he said he had to go to a meeting at the company in the morning and couldn't play with me anymore.
"Men should prioritize their careers, and I only work to support the family."
Although his income was 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 my job was "earning money to buy flowers."
Humph! I don't want to rely on him for survival. So, school let out early tonight, and I didn't tell him, lest he think I couldn't live without him and fuel his chauvinistic arrogance. Couldn't I get home by myself?
I walked along, keeping an eye out for anything. Just when I thought nothing was wrong, I heard some noises behind me. As I turned to look, 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 incredibly strong. 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 in the bushes before being pushed to the ground. I hurriedly turned around, and standing in front of me was a muscular man.
"You…" I'd 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 going limp.
"Hey, I've been waiting for you." "Who's the man who accompanies you home every night? Is he your husband?" I hadn't realized I'd been watched all morning.
I nodded, and he continued, "Hey, didn't your husband pick you up tonight? And you seem to be home earlier than usual."
I thought for a moment, then told him I was leaving work early tonight, and then took the opportunity to bluff him, telling him my husband was waiting for me at the building entrance, and if I didn't hurry home, he'd come looking for me.
Unexpectedly, he wasn't scared at all; instead, he said, "Fine, let him see how his wife makes love with someone else."
"No!" I immediately protested loudly.
"If you don't want anyone to see, 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 act recklessly, I guarantee this will be your burial ground." "
No…please…"
"I've been watching you every night for a whole month. If I hadn't gone downstairs to buy late-night snacks tonight, I don't know how much longer I would have had to wait!" "You think I'd pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, huh…?"
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 shifted 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 slight 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 say "thankfully," because something worse 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, immobilizing me.
"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, and I could feel his hand slipping inside my stockings. He rolled my stockings down, and I felt a chill on my thighs. Just
when I thought he was going to take off my underwear, I closed my legs, which only made it easier for him, allowing him to easily roll the stockings down 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 that I was so proud of, were exposed without any cover to a strange man. I had absolutely no face left. 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 in my lower abdomen lessened, and out of curiosity, I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. I saw him back in his original position, holding my feet in his hands and gently kissing them.
Being touched through the stockings was already uncomfortable, but now being kissed naked—no, not just kissed, but 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 foot back, but he held it firmly, his mouth filled with my toes. While sucking, he also probed between my toes with his tongue.
I grew increasingly excited; though my reason resisted, it ultimately succumbed to the sensations of my body. My body suddenly trembled uncontrollably. I knew something was wrong, but it was too late.
I had reached orgasm under the pervert's teasing. This orgasm was different from the one I experienced during sex; I had never felt it before, because my husband would never give me such stimulation. Only a perverted man would kiss my feet, lick my soles, and suck my toes without a care for filth.
But when I thought that the man in front of me was a pervert, my heart turned cold. Yes, my body experienced unprecedented pleasure, but this pleasure also brought me unprecedented shame.
"Feeling good, huh?"
"No! Don't lie!"
"You can't fool me; your reaction just now betrayed you." He chuckled. I felt he was mocking me.
"No! I didn't!" "How could I possibly do this to a perverted lecher 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 my genitals were indeed very wet. How embarrassing, I'd even lost some vaginal fluid. Even when I'd had sex with my husband, no matter how intense it was, my body had never reacted like this...
Feeling secretly ashamed, I forgot what I was about to do until his hand touched my panties. 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 felt it properly 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...admit what?" He grinned triumphantly.
"I..." Although I had made up my mind to go all out, I swallowed the words that were on the tip of my tongue.
"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.
"You're so lewd, how can you face your husband? Heh 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 work) before coming downstairs...
It's 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 to you!"
He was stunned for a moment when he saw how fierce I was, but quickly regained his lewd expression: "You haven't done anything wrong, but I have! 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 wanted to take it a step further.
When I saw him take off his pants, I asked him in a panic: "You... what do you want to do..."
"Hehe... I just made you feel good, 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'd 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? 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 thought I was admiring his thing, so he asked me: "It's much thicker and bigger than your husband's, isn't it? Let me tell you, my technique is also amazing, want to try it?"
"No! Don't rape me!" "Please... I'll give you money... You can find some prettier girls than me, I... I have tens of thousands of dollars in my wallet... I'll give it all to you... and a 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, madam, to help me release it."
I was shocked and couldn't help but steal a glance at his penis. In the dim moonlight, I saw that his penis was covered in warts and sores, and several wounds oozing a sticky substance that looked like pus and blood.
I had never seen such a horrifying sight before, right in front of me. As I gasped, he was pushing my head towards his penis, my mouth not only touching the tip of his glans, but also faintly smelling the stench of rotting flesh.
(Ugh...) As the nauseating stench assaulted my senses, I suddenly thought of a way to survive.
"Wait...you need to release...I can use my mouth...but please don't rape me..."
I had never done this for a man before (including my husband), because I felt it was dirty and unnatural, especially since this pervert's penis was infected with some strange disease, and having to suck on it made me even more nauseous. But this was better than being raped, at least I wouldn't get a sexually transmitted disease (that's what I thought at the time, I later learned that some STIs can be transmitted orally), and I wouldn't get pregnant.
The pervert thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, I've never tried it before..." I was secretly pleased, but he immediately threatened me: "But you really have to be able to satisfy me, otherwise I'll have to penetrate you, understand?"
I was a little worried, it was my first time doing this, and I didn't know if I could do it, but under the circumstances, I could only nod.
He told me to open my mouth and put his penis into my mouth, but I had no idea what to do next.
"Why did you stop? Haven't you ever done this before?"
Of course not. 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, do it for your husband, and I guarantee he'll be thrilled. Is that okay?"
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 felt the saltiness and fishiness of his penis.
"Very good, and then you have to lick it with your tongue."
So I licked his penis with my tongue, but the thick penis filled my entire mouth, leaving little room for my tongue to move. I could only move it around under the penis.
My tongue seemed to feel the uneven surface of the penis... I never dreamed that I would be giving oral sex to a strange man, and having to lick those sores caused by sexually transmitted diseases, with countless germs of unknown origin on the surface.
Although it was disgusting, the thought of his penis penetrating my genitals and all those bacteria and viruses invading my body was unimaginable. So the more I hated it, the more I tried to please him, hoping he would quickly satisfy his lust and leave me alone.
Suddenly, I remembered that when I masturbated my husband, he always made me stroke the base of his penis, the glans, and the area where the foreskin connected, because that was a sensitive spot. So I used my nimble tongue to continuously stroke that sensitive area. This trick worked! I soon felt his penis start to throb. It seemed that if I just put in a little more effort…
As I used my tongue, some of his penis fell onto my tongue. I couldn't be sure what it was—maybe sweat, maybe even dead skin from a scabbed wound… But I didn't care. With each swallow, it all went down into my stomach.
As I grew increasingly uncomfortable, the pervert became more and more excited. He kept thrusting my head in and out of my mouth, his penis moving in and out repeatedly. Several times, his force was so great that his penis went in too deep, the tip of his glans touching my throat, almost making me vomit. Fortunately, before I could bear it any longer, his penis ejaculated a large amount of semen.
(Finally, he achieved his goal...) I was overjoyed, but I didn't relax. To avoid displeasing him, I swallowed all the semen, not daring to let a single drop spill from my mouth.
After his orgasm, he let out a satisfied laugh, then pulled his pants back up and left.
This was such a terrifying experience. Although it was over, I still couldn't help but burst into tears. After venting my emotions a little, I suddenly realized the time and quickly checked my watch—it was already 10:20.
I spat out the filth remaining in my mouth, then wiped my lips with a tissue. I kept wiping, almost rubbing my skin raw.
(After getting home, I need to rinse my mouth with mouthwash.) Then I wanted to put my stockings back on, but they were rolled up like two persimmons. I didn't have time to fix them, so I just put my high heels back on barefoot.
(My husband probably won't notice I'm not wearing pantyhose, I can just lie and say they got snagged.) Having come up with an excuse, I went back to the station to wait for him. I pretended I had just gotten off the train, and after a while, he arrived. But on our way home, I accidentally twisted my ankle. It was because my feet were still covered in that man's saliva, and my shoes were a bit loose, so my heel kept slipping inside.
I couldn't walk anymore, so I begged my husband to carry me home. As he carried me, his annoying chauvinistic attitude kicked in again: "Look how useless you are! Without your husband, you'd be sitting on the street until dawn."
I was indignant. If I hadn't been quick-witted, his wife would have been raped long ago and might have even contracted an STD!

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