Beauty can be a curse

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 used to feel very safe with my husband picking me up, and I never worried that anything bad would happen to me. But this time, being alone, I started to get a little 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 tried to stop him, 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 around me. Just when I thought nothing was wrong, I heard some noises behind me. As I turned to look, a strong, thick hand suddenly grabbed my neck, and another hand covered my mouth.

Breathing became difficult, and I grabbed his arms, but the person 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 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, and my whole body went limp.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you. Who's the man who walks you home every night? Is it your husband?" I hadn't expected to be watched so early.

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

I thought for a moment, then told him I was leaving work early tonight, and then I'd try to trick him by saying my husband was waiting for me at the building entrance, and if I didn't hurry home, 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 act recklessly, I guarantee this will be your final resting place."

"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 supper tonight, I don't know how much longer I would have waited! Do you think I would give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? 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, and then shifted his attention to my lower body.

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

Oh no! My feet 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, 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, and I could feel his hand going inside my pantyhose. He rolled my pantyhose down, and I felt a chill on my thighs.

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 down my pantyhose from my thighs to my calves, from my calves to my ankles and toes, until it was 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 desperately wanted to disappear into the ground, but I couldn't even turn around. All I could do was close my eyes and cover my face with my hands.

Suddenly, the pressure in my lower abdomen lessened. Curious, I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. There he was, back in his original position, holding my feet in his hands and gently kissing them.

Being touched through my stockings was already unbearable, 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 aroused. I tried to pull my feet back, but he held them firmly, even sucking on my toes. While sucking, he also probed between my toes with his tongue.

I became increasingly excited. Although 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 climax was different from the one I experienced during sex; I'd never felt it before. My husband would never give me this kind of stimulation. Only a perverted man would kiss my feet, lick my soles, and suck my toes without a care for dirt.

But when I thought about how this 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 great, 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 do this 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 you're wet, to see if you're lying."
Hearing him say that, I realized my genitals were indeed very wet. How embarrassing! I even lost some vaginal fluid. No matter how intense our sex life was, my body never reacted like this before… Feeling

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

“No…” Realizing I was wet, I felt guilty, and my voice became weak and feeble.
“Don’t move, I haven’t gotten a good feel for you 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.

"Heh...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.
"Admit that 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!"

Husband? I almost forgot about my husband. Right, husband, come save me! I glanced 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 to me? Yes! You're too beautiful. Ever since I first saw you, I've thought about you every day, and I've been secretly watching you from a distance 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 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'd seen male genitalia before, seeing the same thing on a strange man made me feel disgusted. I was so frightened that I covered my face with my hands, unable to look at him.

He pulled my hands away, and I saw his penis right in front of me. I tried 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. At first glance, it was twice as thick as my husband's.

No! This can't be! How could I possibly notice another man's penis...?

Seeing me lost in thought, he assumed I was admiring his member and asked, "How is it? Much bigger and thicker than your husband's, right? Let me tell you, my technique is amazing too, 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... It's all yours... 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 this tension."

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 for breath, he was pushing my head toward his penis. My mouth not only touched the tip of his glans, but I also faintly smelled the stench of rotting flesh.

(Ugh...) The nauseating odor assaulted my senses, but suddenly a way to survive occurred to me.
"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 both dirty and unnatural, especially since this pervert's penis was infected with some strange disease; having his penis in my mouth made me even more nauseous. But this was better than being raped, at least I wouldn't get infected with STDs (that's what I thought at the time, later I learned that some STDs can be transmitted orally), and I wouldn't get pregnant from the rape.

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'll have 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 under the circumstances, I could only nod.

He told me to open my mouth and put his penis into 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, I could only nod.

"Then I'll kindly teach you a lesson, you can do it for your husband when you get home, I guarantee he'll be thrilled, okay?"

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

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

"Good, 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; it could only move around under the penis.

My tongue seemed to feel the uneven surface of the penis... I never dreamed 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 I was horrified, the thought that if his penis were inserted into my genitals, all these bacteria and viruses would invade my body, and the consequences would be unimaginable. So the more I hated it, the more I tried to please him, hoping he would quickly satisfy his lust and let me go.

Suddenly I remembered that when I masturbated my husband before, he would always make me stroke the base of his penis, the glans, and the area where the foreskin connects, because that area was more sensitive, so I used my nimble tongue to continuously sweep that sensitive area.
This trick worked! I quickly felt his penis begin to throb. It seemed that with a little more effort…

As I used my tongue, something from his penis fell onto my tongue. I couldn't be sure what it was—perhaps sweat, or maybe dead skin from a scabbed wound… but it didn't matter. With each swallow, it all went down into my stomach.

As I felt 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. Several times, his force was too great, his penis penetrating too deeply, the tip of his glans touching my throat, almost making me vomit. Thankfully, 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's over now, I still couldn't help but burst into tears.
After venting my emotions a bit, I suddenly realized the time and quickly checked my watch—it was already 10:20.

I spat, trying to get rid of the saliva left in my mouth, and then wiped my lips with a tissue. I kept wiping, almost rubbing my skin

raw. (I'll have to rinse my mouth with mouthwash when I get home.) Then I wanted to put my stockings back on, but they were rolled up like two persimmons. I didn't have time to fix it, so I just put my high heels back on barefoot.

(My husband probably won't notice I'm not wearing pantyhose, right? I can always 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'd 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. Finally,

I wasn't careful and twisted my ankle. The pain was too much to walk, 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 she'd probably have contracted an STD!

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