Beauty can be a curse

That evening, 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 much 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 feel a little scared. I even had a fleeting impulse: maybe I should call my husband to pick me up! But remembering what happened that 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, a strong, thick hand suddenly grabbed my neck, and another hand covered my mouth.

Breathing became difficult, and 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 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 accompanies you home every night? Is it your husband?" I hadn't realized I was being watched all morning.

I nodded, and he continued, "Huh? 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 would come looking for me.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't scared at all; instead, 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 go astray, 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 late-night snacks 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 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 even more serious was about to happen. He was going to target my genitals; he wanted to lift my skirt. I twisted my lower body to try and get away, but he sat on my lower abdomen, making it impossible for me to move.

"Let me go! Let me go! What do you want to do!" I could only pound his back with my fists, but my skirt was still lifted up, and I could feel his hand reaching 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 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, 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.

The caresses through my stockings were already unbearable, but now, being kissed naked—no, not just kissed, but he licked the soles of my feet with his tongue, making me itch and tingle even more. I tried to pull my feet back, but he held them firmly, sucking on my toes. As he sucked, his tongue darted between my toes.

I grew increasingly excited; though my reason resisted, it ultimately succumbed to the sensations of my body. My body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and 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 this way before, because my husband would never give me such stimulation. Only a perverted man would kiss my feet, lick my soles, and suck on 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 inflicted unprecedented shame on my soul.

"Feeling good, huh?"

"No! Don't lie!"

"You can't fool me, your reaction just now gave you away." He chuckled. I felt like 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 you're 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 feeble.

"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.

"Heh... you admit what?" He grinned triumphantly.

"I..." Although I had resolved to go all out, the words I was about to say were swallowed 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 tormented me mentally.

"You're so lewd, how can you face your husband? Heh!"

Husband? I almost forgot about my husband. "Oh, honey, come save me!" I peeked at my watch; it was 9:50 PM. I felt utterly hopeless. He didn't know I was leaving work early tonight and would definitely wait until 10:30 PM (my usual quitting time) 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!"

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 pull down his pants, I panicked and asked, "You... what do you want to do..."

"Hehe... I already made you feel good, now it's your turn to make me feel good..." He quickly pulled down 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.

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, "How is it? Much thicker than your husband's, right?" "Let me tell you, my skills are amazing too, want to try?" "

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... all of it... 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."

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've never done this for a man before (including my husband), because I feel it's dirty and unnatural, especially since this pervert's penis is infected with some strange disease; having to suck on it makes me even more nauseous. But this is better than him raping me, 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 be transmitted orally), and I won'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 in my mouth, but what was next? I was completely clueless.

"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 for maintaining my innocence. But my mouth was gagged, so I couldn't speak, 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 ecstatic. 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 salty and fishy taste of his penis.

"Very good, then you have to lick it with your tongue."

So I licked his penis, 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 stranger, and licking those sores caused by sexually transmitted diseases, covered with countless germs of unknown origin.

Although it was disgusting, the thought of his penis penetrating my vagina, allowing all those bacteria and viruses to invade my body, was truly unimaginable. So the more I loathed it, the more I tried to please him, hoping he would quickly satisfy his lust and then 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 connected, because that area was more sensitive, and so on. So I used my nimble tongue to continuously sweep across that sensitive area. This trick really worked; I soon felt his penis begin 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; it might be sweat, or maybe dead skin from a scabbed wound… But I didn't care. With the action of swallowing, it all fell into my stomach.

As I grew increasingly uncomfortable, the pervert became more and more excited. He continued to thrust 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. Even though it's 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, trying to get rid of the saliva left in my mouth, and 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 pantyhose 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, right? I can just lie and say they got snagged.) Having come up with an excuse, I went back to the station to wait for my husband. I pretended I had just gotten off the train, and after a while, my husband arrived. On our way home, I twisted my ankle. 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 and 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 and contracted a sexually transmitted disease!

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