[Real and Fantasy Humiliating Sexual Encounters] [1-2] Author: The Lustful Demon Arrives {Updated 2014/04/7}

Author: The Demon is Coming
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I am a 25-year-old unmarried woman with a very loving boyfriend. We are
perfectly matched in every way. I consider myself to have a decent figure; I'm 163cm tall, but I have an E cup. I'm not particularly
thin; I'm a little fleshy to the touch. However, I don't know why, but I seem to lack
interest . My boyfriend always complains that I'm not proactive enough in bed, that I don't moan like the actresses in porn, and
that I don't perform oral sex. He's also very embarrassed when he asks me to change positions. We've been dating for over three years, and we've both
met other's parents, who are very satisfied. They've even offered to buy us a house. Logically, we
should be discussing marriage. But my boyfriend is always hesitant and avoids the topic several times. I know he
feels that I don't satisfy him sexually enough. I've tried to improve, even secretly watching porn,
but I always quickly delete those explicit scenes.

This happened last June. My workplace is quite far from home; I have to take the subway, then transfer to
a bus , and finally walk about fifteen minutes to get home. My commute to and from work takes about an
hour , but what can I do? Jobs are so hard to find these days

. This day, after work, I rushed to catch the subway. Because it was rush hour, the subway was incredibly
crowded, and with the June heat, the entire carriage felt stuffy and hot. Since I was wearing
a dress, I tried to avoid physical contact with others and stood near the door.
While thinking about what to eat when I got home, I took out my phone to text my boyfriend. Suddenly, he
sent me a picture. I clicked on it and immediately blushed – it was a picture of a couple having sex on the subway
! I quickly closed it, my heart pounding, terrified someone would see it. Just then, I heard
a barely audible, teasing male voice: "You opened the picture, why didn't you take a closer look?"
I nervously turned around and found a man standing almost against my back. I tried to move away, but the subway
was too crowded, and I was standing near the door, so I couldn't move. Then I felt the man
start touching my thigh! I frantically shook my leg, trying to avoid his touch. But my movements were too loud and drew the ire of the people
next to me : "There are so many people, why are you pushing?" I looked helplessly at the others, trying to
convey my embarrassment. But it seemed no one had noticed what had just happened; after all, he had only touched my thigh,
it wasn't easy for others to notice, and besides, he could always lie and say it was an accident because there were so many people. So I turned
my face away, ignoring him, and prayed he would get off the train quickly.

But the man didn't seem to react. He kept touching my leg every now and then, while continuing
to say in a very soft voice that only I could hear, "You seem very shy? Haven't you ever had your
thigh touched like this on the subway before?" As he spoke, I felt his hand increase the pressure, and the area he touched expanded.
I felt like I was about to cry, but then I heard the man say, "Your thighs are so white and smooth, didn't your husband
tell you that?" Mentioning my boyfriend reminded me of his evasive attitude towards marrying me, and
I suddenly felt incredibly wronged. I turned to the man and said, "I don't have a husband, and my boyfriend doesn't want to marry me."
He seemed surprised, but his hands didn't stop moving. After a moment's thought, he said, "Does your
boyfriend think you're not proactive enough?" I was also surprised and blurted out, "How did you know!"
The man seemed quite pleased with himself and said, "Let me touch them." "Look, I'll tell you how to solve it." Hearing this,
I sobered up considerably and said angrily, "You men are all the same, all you think about is how
to sleep with women!"

The man wasn't angry at all; instead, he smiled and said, "I don't want to sleep with you. I
just want to talk to you and help you get married to your boyfriend." Hearing this, I was genuinely
tempted . Although being touched on the thigh by a stranger on a crowded subway was incredibly embarrassing, I truly
loved my boyfriend. If touching him could actually give me a solution, why not? My
boyfriend , it was just a touch, not sleeping together! Seeing that I didn't speak or resist,
the man's hand circled suggestively on the upper part of my thigh, saying, "How about it?" I
hesitated and asked him, "Really, just a touch? You won't drug me, will you?!" The man laughed again, his
hand paused, and said, "I promise, it's just touching you, I won't drug you, and I definitely won't sleep with you,
unless you beg me!" I got a little angry: "How could I beg you!" Hearing this, the man
pressed me against the subway door with his body and said, "So, is that settled then?" I steeled myself,
turned my face away, taking it as consent. This time, the man's hand was completely different from the previous tentative touch; he freely touched
my thigh, slowly moving towards the groin. I was a little nervous, afraid he would touch my private parts. But he
didn't seem to have that intention; he just repeatedly touched the groin of my thigh, tracing it with his fingers. I felt my leg itching
and involuntarily moved slightly. The man leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Feeling something?" Before I could
retort, he suddenly used his fingers to pull back a corner of my underwear and began touching my pubic hair. I felt my face
flush instantly and tried to push him away. But he continued, "I promise, I won't sleep with you, don't be nervous."
Before I could speak, he added, "I washed my hands." This sentence struck a
nerve boyfriend wasn't very clean; sometimes he would insert his fingers into my genitals, which I found unhygienic. I'd told him many
times, almost arguing about it, but he never changed. Later, he probably got bored and rarely used his hands anymore.
Seeing that I no longer resisted, the man simply slipped his entire hand inside my underwear and gently touched my pubic hair.

This was the first time a man other than my boyfriend had touched me, and it felt strange; I couldn't quite describe the
feeling. This man was very different from my boyfriend; he didn't rush to insert his hand, but instead stroked along
the direction of my pubic hair, pressing his genitals against my buttocks. I slowly felt a tingling, numb sensation spread through my body
, and my breathing became a little rapid. Seeing this, the man suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand. I hadn't
expected him to stop so abruptly, and I felt a pang of reluctance. My body reacted instinctively, and I reflexively
turned my head to give him a questioning look. Seeing my reaction, he said with a half-smile, "Put my coat on."
I was a little confused, but I didn't ask. I obediently put on his coat, a faint sense of anticipation creeping into my heart. After
I finished putting on the coat, his hand slowly began to wander over my upper body, making slow circles, lingering around my stomach
. I couldn't help myself; I wanted him to touch my breasts. From the way he touched my genitals, I felt
a surge of anticipation. I knew he must be more skilled and experienced than my boyfriend. Then,
a sudden shock struck me. How had I become this kind of woman! I clearly loved my boyfriend! But before I
could finish these guilty thoughts, as if understanding my hesitation, he abruptly covered my breasts with his hand, giving me no chance to back out.
His hand was large, warm, and somewhat rough, rubbing against the tender skin of my breasts, causing a slight stinging sensation.
He didn't rush to touch my nipples, but instead rubbed my entire breast with his palm. Each time it brushed past my nipple
, my heart tightened, and my genitals tensed violently. I felt my nipples were fully erect
, and a voice inside me kept urging, "Please touch my nipples! Please!!"

But the man seemed to deliberately ignore my discomfort, only repeatedly rubbing my breasts with his palms, sometimes
deliberately avoiding my nipples. I felt I was definitely wet down there, and my body was a little warm. I gently
shifted my body, trying to let my nipples touch the man's hand. The man immediately noticed my movement and
said in that flirtatious tone, "What's wrong? What do you want to do?" I felt my face flush red, feeling
embarrassed and ashamed of being exposed, and my body stopped moving. But the man didn't seem satisfied and continued to ask me, "
What do you want from me? Tell me, and I'll do whatever you want." As he spoke, his fingers gently brushed against my
areola. My desire for him to knead my nipples intensified, but how could I possibly say such things aloud?
A surge of annoyance rose within me, and I said in a slightly reproachful tone, "Didn't you say you'd teach me?" The man
chuckled again, and suddenly his hands covered my breasts, squeezing them hard. I almost cried out. Although
my boyfriend did the same to me, for some reason, this man's touch felt particularly arousing. His
pressure was perfect; my breasts were completely under his control. He continued to knead my breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily,
while whispering in my ear, "Your breasts are so big! So soft and round, they feel so good, you know?" I
think my face must have turned completely red; I didn't know how to answer. The man pinched my nipple between two fingers
and then squeezed hard. Instantly, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my nipple, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" Fortunately,
it wasn't loud, and it seemed no one noticed my reaction. The man laughed even harder, continuing to pinch my nipple between his
two fingers, rubbing it back and forth. I felt like my breasts were about to burst; I'd never experienced
such a stimulating sensation before. Then, he changed the position of one of his hands. Instead of pinching my nipple with two fingers, he
simply pulled it up and rotated it back and forth.

I felt like I was about to scream again, but this despicable man teasingly asked me, "So
? Which hand's way do you prefer? Hmm?" I lowered my head and didn't answer. Seeing this, he increased the pressure with both hands
, and I couldn't help but scream again, my body trembling. The man continued, "Why aren't you
answering me? Being so naughty, I won't give you any face!" I felt both ashamed and angry, secretly enjoying the feeling,
but also embarrassed. I only softly said, "It's fine..." The man seemed
dissatisfied with my answer and pressed on, "Do you like me squeezing your breasts like this?" I gave a soft moan,
trembling slightly, and said, "No..." The man increased the pressure on my nipple, pinching it hard.
I didn't expect him to use so much force, and I couldn't help but let out a loud "Ah!" Immediately, everyone around
me turned to look at me. I felt even more embarrassed and whispered, "Others will see..." The man seemed
unmoved, his hand continuing to roam over my nipple, while ordering me, "Don't move. If you keep moving,
someone might come and touch you too." I was terrified by his words. I remembered a scene my ex-boyfriend
had told me about in porn, where the female lead was ravaged and gang-raped by many men on the subway... I really
stopped moving, afraid to make a sound, even holding my breath. The man seemed satisfied with my performance, squeezing
my breasts together and poking my nipples with his thumb and pinky. His hands were really
big ; my boyfriend had never done anything like that. My boyfriend is an office worker, with delicate, soft hands, unlike this
man. I used to love the feel of my boyfriend's hands, but now I suddenly felt that being squeezed by such rough, big hands was
also quite arousing, even more so than when my boyfriend squeezed me—it felt a bit like the rough
side . At this moment, the man's free hand began to move upwards along my leg. I realized what was happening,
but I didn't want to resist, and even felt a faint sense of anticipation. He pulled down my panties again, his hand skillfully touching my
labia, saying, "I can feel you're already wet!" I didn't know how to answer. He took
his hand out again and began to touch my crotch through my panties. Then he took his hand out, put it to his nose,
and took a deep breath. I whispered, "What are you doing..." He said nonchalantly, "It smells pretty pungent, doesn't it?
You want it too, don't you?" I was speechless again, just burying my head even lower, praying no one would see this
.

Then the man reached into my underwear again, without hesitation, and went straight in. I
felt something blocking my way, preventing me from reacting. His fingers suddenly started moving,
and I trembled all over, about to cry out. Seeing this, he released my breasts, put his arm around
my shoulders from behind, and covered my mouth with his hand, saying, "Don't scream, or I won't care if someone sees
." Ignoring my reaction, he began slowly moving his finger in and out.
His knuckles were so thick; I felt his fingers going in and out segment by
segment body throbbing uncontrollably. Seeing this, the man suddenly
thrust his entire finger in. I couldn't bear being treated like this and bit his hand covering my mouth hard. The man winced in
pain, then pressed harder, inserting his entire finger into my vagina. I had never felt anything like it before; the inside of
my vagina felt incredibly good, and I could even feel myself getting wet. The man continued to probe,
saying, "You little slut, you're really into it." Normally, hearing someone call me that would make me furious.
But today, I didn't even want to argue. I just let his hands stir inside my vagina. I felt like my body
was about explode, my mind went blank, and all my senses were focused down there. I just wanted him
to penetrate me deeper with his fingers…

Just as I let go of all thoughts and enjoyed being treated like this, he suddenly said, "I'm getting off."
I was startled and asked, "You're getting off?" He released both of his hands and said, "Yes,
I'm getting off." As soon as his hands left my body, I felt a sense of loss and emptiness down there. I felt
very disappointed. He must have sensed my disappointment. He smiled and asked me, "What, do you want to
get off ?" Hearing this, I calmed down again and was about to refuse when he said, "Don't worry, I promised you
I wouldn't do anything to you." I felt angry and humiliated and said, "What do you take me for!"
He wasn't angry. He just smiled and said, "Someone who needs help." I fell silent, and my heart began to waver.
Seeing that I didn't speak, the man smiled and said, "I think we'll meet again." Just then, the subway arrived
at the station, and he walked away without looking back, leaving me standing there dumbfounded, still not coming back to my senses.

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