Beauty Brings Misfortune [The End] (Author: Unknown)

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

Actually, after getting off the bus, I had a feeling of unease. 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

this 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, 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 hand reached inside 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 back to the company for a meeting in the morning and couldn't play with me anymore.

"A man should prioritize his career, 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 attitude, saying my job was "earning money to buy flowers."

Hmph! I don't want to depend on him for survival. So, I didn't tell him that school let out early tonight, lest he think I can't live without him and fuel his chauvinistic arrogance. Do you think I can't 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.

It was hard to breathe, so 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 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'd never experienced anything like this before. My throat went dry, and I couldn't even speak.

He squatted down beside me, pulled 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 walks you home every night? Is it your husband?" I hadn't realized I'd been being watched all along.

I nodded. He continued, "Huh? Didn't your husband come to 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 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.

But instead of scaring me, 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 said, lightly tapping 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 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 me from my toes to my heels. In my panic, I actually felt a surge 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.

还好，他很快便停下来。不！不应该说『还好』，因为更严重的事情就要发生，他要向我的下体打主意，他想揭起我的裙子。我扭动下身想避开，他却坐在我的小腹，使我的身体动弹不得。

『放开我！放开我！你想做什麽！』我唯有双拳乱捶在他的背部，但裙子还是被揭起了，我还感觉到他的手伸进袜裤里。他把我的袜裤向下卷，我觉得大腿一阵凉意。

当我以为他会脱下我的内裤时，便把双脚合上，这样却反而方便了他，使他轻易的袜裤向下卷，从大腿到小腿，从小腿到脚踝、脚趾，直到完全脱下来。

内裤，还有两条我引以为傲的修长美腿，毫无遮掩地暴露在陌生男人面前，实在什麽面子也没有了。我好想钻进地洞，但我连转身也不行，唯有闭上眼睛，还用手掩着面。

小腹的压力忽然减少了，我觉得好奇，便张开眼睛看看他搞什麽鬼。却见他又回到原来的位置，双手捧着我的脚掌，轻轻的吻着。

刚才隔着袜裤被抚摸时，已经令人难受，现在赤裸裸的被吻着，不，不单是吻，他还伸出舌头，舔我的脚底，更把我弄得又趐又痒。我想把脚缩回来，但他把我的脚牢牢的抓住，还用嘴含着我的脚趾。在吸吮时，又用舌头在脚趾缝隙中穿插。

我越来越兴奋，虽然理智在抵抗着，但最终还是输了给肉体的感觉。我的身体忽然不受制地颤动了一下，我暗叫不妙，却已经迟了。

我竟然在色魔的挑逗下达到了高潮。这种高潮，跟做爱时所产生的又不太相同，以前从未有过，因为我老公一定不会给我这样的刺激，只有变态的男人才会不嫌肮脏地吻我的脚掌，舔我的脚底和吸吮我的脚趾。

但当我想到面前这个男人是个色魔时，我的心又冷下来了。不错，我的身体是得到了前所未有的快感，可是这种快感，也令我心灵上受到前所未有的耻辱。

『觉得很爽吧？』『没有！你不要胡说！』『你骗不了我的，你刚才的反应出卖了你。』他吃吃地笑着。我觉得他在嘲笑着我。

『不！我没有！我怎会对你这变态色魔┅┅喂，你想干什麽┅┅』他忽然伸手进我的裙里。

『没什麽，只不过想摸摸你下面，看看是不是湿了，看你有没有说谎。』听他这样说，我才发觉下体真的湿了一大片。真丢人啊，竟然给弄得连阴精也掉了，以前跟老公做爱，不管多麽激烈，身体都不曾这样反应过┅┅暗暗羞愧时，忘记了刚才要做的事，直到他的手触到我的内裤，我像触电一样把身体避开。

『不┅┅』发现下体湿了後，我有种理亏的感觉，说话也变得软弱无力。

『不要动，我还没摸清楚！』『不┅┅好了，好了┅┅你不用摸我，我承认就是了┅┅』只要他不再碰我的身体，那说什麽也没关系。

『嘿┅┅你承认什麽？』他露出胜利者的笑容。

『我┅┅』虽然已下定决心要豁出去，可是到嘴边的说话又吞回肚里去。

『是承认你下体湿了麽？』『对┅┅』我羞愧得垂下头来。

『刚才确有高潮吧？』『嗯┅┅』我无意识的回应着。

『但我是变态色魔啊，你居然也有高潮┅┅嘿┅┅你真淫荡┅┅』你当然变态！不但玷污了我的肉体，还要在精神上折磨我。

『你这麽淫荡，对得起你老公麽？呵呵！』老公？我差点忘记了我老公的存在。对了，老公，快来救我吧！我偷看了我的手表，时间是九时五十分，我感到完全的绝望。他不知道我今晚提早下班，一定会等到十点半（我平时下班的时间）才下楼┅┅都是我自己不好，我不应该耍性子┅┅在羞愤交集下，我不知哪来的勇气，对那色魔咆吼∶『你这个天杀的死色魔，为什麽要这样对待我？我没有对不起你啊！』他见我这麽凶，先是呆了一下，但很快又回复原来的淫邪神色∶『你没有对不起我？有！你长得太漂亮了，自从第一眼看到你後，我就每天都想你，还有每晚都会从远处偷看你，你不知道我这样是很辛苦的麽？』听到他的歪理，我又再泄气了，我没有理会他。他见我没反应，竟然想更进一步。

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 frightened that I covered my face with my hands, unable to look at him.

He pulled my hands away, and I saw his penis was 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!" Reluctantly, I 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... all of it... and a debit card..." "Hmph, your 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, he was pushing my head towards his penis; my mouth was not only touching the tip of his glans, but my nose also faintly smelled the stench of rotting flesh.

(Ugh...) The nauseating stench 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 a sexually transmitted disease (that's what I thought at the time, later I learned some STIs 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 sex with 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 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 go back, you can do it for your husband, 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. Besides the stench, my tongue also tasted its salty and fishy odor.

"Good, now you have to lick it with your tongue." So I licked his penis, but the large penis filled my entire mouth, leaving little room for my tongue to move; it could only move around under the penis.

My tongue felt the uneven surface of his penis… I never dreamed I would be giving oral sex to a stranger, licking sores caused by sexually transmitted diseases, covered with countless germs of unknown origin.

Although I was disgusted, the thought of his penis penetrating my body, allowing all these bacteria and viruses to invade, was truly 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 used to masturbate my husband, he would always ask me to stroke the base of his penis, the area where the glans meets the foreskin, because that area was more sensitive, and so on. So I used my nimble tongue to keep stroking that sensitive area. This trick really 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 more forcefully, some stuff from his penis fell onto my tongue. I couldn't be sure what it was; it might be sweat, or maybe even 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 truly 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, trying to expel the saliva still 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 tried to put my pantyhose 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 just lie and say they're torn.) 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. 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.

I was in so much pain that I couldn't walk anymore, so I begged my husband to carry me home. As he carried me on his back, 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 not only have been raped long ago, but she'd also contracted an STD

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