Humiliating Sexual Encounter with a Pervert on the Subway: Reality and Fantasy

I am a 25-year-old unmarried woman with a very loving boyfriend. We are perfectly compatible in every way. I consider myself to
have a decent ; I'm 163cm tall, with an E-cup bust. I'm not particularly thin, but I have a slightly fleshy feel. However, I don't know why, but I seem to
lack interest in sex. My boyfriend always complains that I'm not proactive enough in bed, that I don't moan like the actresses in porn movies, and that I don't perform oral sex. Sometimes he wants me to try different positions
. Logically, we should be discussing marriage. But my boyfriend has always been hesitant, avoiding the topic every time. I know he thinks
I'm not satisfying him enough in our sex life. I've tried my best, even secretly watching porn, but those explicit scenes always make me want to delete them. I
get home. My commute to and from work takes about an hour every day, but what can I do? Jobs are so hard to find these days.
That day, after work, I rushed to take the subway. Because it was rush hour, the subway
was packed making the whole carriage feel stuffy. Because I was wearing a lace dress, I tried to avoid physical contact with others and stood near
the door.
While thinking about what to eat on my way home, I took out my phone to text my boyfriend. Suddenly, my boyfriend... I clicked on a picture, and
my face immediately turned bright red. 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 suddenly heard a barely audible, mocking male voice: "You opened the picture, why didn't you look closely?"
I turned around sharply and found a man standing almost against my back. I tried to move away, but there were too many
elderly people on the subway , and I was standing
near the door, vulnerable to being trampled and gang-raped by many men… I froze, too afraid to make a sound, even holding my breath. The man seemed to be very close to me, unable to move any further. Then I felt this man actually start to… My actions drew the ire of those around me: "There are so many people, why are you pushing!" I looked helplessly at the others, trying to convey my predicament.
But it seemed no one had noticed what he had just done; after all, he had only touched my thigh, and it wasn't easy for anyone to notice. Besides, he could always lie and say
it was just because it was crowded. So I turned my back on him, ignoring him and praying he would get off the train soon.
But this man seemed to have no chance of retaliation. He kept touching my leg while saying in a very soft voice, barely audible to me
, "You seem 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 expand.
I felt like I was about to cry, but then I heard this man say, "Your thighs are so white and tender, didn't your husband tell you that?" Mentioning my boyfriend,
I thought of his evasive attitude towards our marriage, and 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 actions on my thigh didn't stop. He seemed to think for a moment before saying to me, "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 you, and I'll tell you how to solve it."
Hearing this, I sobered up considerably and immediately said with some energy, "You men are all the same, all you think about is how to sleep with women!"
The man wasn't angry at my words; instead, he smiled and said, "I don't want to sleep with you. I just want to persuade you so that you can
marry your boyfriend." Hearing this, I was really tempted. Although being touched on the thigh by a stranger on a crowded subway was embarrassing for me,
I really loved my boyfriend. If he could just touch me and tell me how, why not? Anyway, my boyfriend wouldn't know, and besides, it
was just a touch. "Just a touch, not sex!" Seeing that I didn't respond or resist, the man's hand circled suggestively on my upper thigh, saying
, "How about it?" I hesitated and asked him, "Really just a touch? You're not going to drug me, are you?!" The man laughed again, his hand paused, and he
said, "I guarantee it, 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 used his body... He pressed me against the subway door and said, "So, that's settled then?" I steeled myself, turned my face away, and
said, "No..." I let out a soft moan, my voice trembling slightly. The man tightened his grip, pinching my nipple hard. I hadn't expected it
to tickle, and I involuntarily twitched. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Feeling it?" Before I could protest, he suddenly used his fingers to pull aside
a corner of my underwear and began touching my pubic hair. I felt my face flush instantly. I tried to push him away. But he kept saying, "I promise I won't sleep with you,
you don't need to worry,"
and then he stopped using his hands.
Seeing that I was no longer resisting, the man simply put his whole hand inside my underwear and gently stroked my pubic hair.
This was the first time I had been touched by a man other than my boyfriend, and I felt very strange, unable to describe the feeling. This man was very different from my boyfriend;
he didn't rush to put his hand inside me, but instead kept stroking along the direction of my pubic hair, and even pressed his genitals against my buttocks. My thighs... I slowly felt a tingling, numb sensation
all over my body , and my breathing became a little rapid. Seeing this, the man suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand. I didn't expect him to stop so suddenly; my heart
... His knuckles were so thick; I felt his fingers going in and out joint by joint, my entire lower body was being rubbed raw, and my body was out of control
, even feeling a little unwilling. My body instinctively reacted, and I reflexively turned my head to give him a questioning look. Seeing my reaction, he said with a half-smile:
"Put on my coat." I was a little confused, but I didn't ask. I obediently put on his coat, a vague anticipation lingering in my heart. After I put on
the coat , his hand slowly began to wander over my upper body, slowly circling, lingering around my stomach. I couldn't take it anymore and wanted him to touch my
breasts. Compared to how he touched my genitals, I had a lot of expectations for him. I knew he must be more skilled and experienced than my boyfriend. Thinking of this, I
suddenly covered my breasts with my hand, not giving him a chance to back down.
His hands were large, warm, and somewhat rough, rubbing against the tender skin of my breasts, causing a slight stinging sensation.
He wasn't in a hurry to touch my back but instead rubbed my breasts with his palms. Every time he brushed against my nipples, my heart tightened,
and my genitals tensed up. I felt my nipples were fully erect, and a voice in my heart kept urging, "Touch my nipples! Please!"
"Oh no!!"
But this man seemed to deliberately ignore my unbearable pain, only repeatedly rubbing my breasts with his palms, sometimes deliberately avoiding my nipples. I was
shocked. How had I become this kind of woman! I clearly love my boyfriend! But before I could finish feeling these guilty feelings, as if he understood my hesitation, he
sometimes inserted his fingers into my genitals. I thought it was unhygienic, and I had said it many times, almost arguing about it, but he didn't change. Later, he probably got bored, and
then suddenly squeezed my nipples. Instantly, I felt a current surge through my nipples, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "ah," thankfully not too loud. It seemed I was
already wet, and my body was a little warm. I gently moved my body, trying to let my nipples touch the man's hand. The man quickly noticed my actions and,
still in that frivolous tone, asked, "What's wrong? What do you want?" I felt my face flush red, a mixture of embarrassment and shame at being exposed, and my body
stopped moving. But the man didn't seem satisfied and continued to ask, "What do you want? Just tell me, and I'll give you whatever you want." As he spoke, his
fingers gently brushed against my areola. My desire to have his nipples kneaded became even stronger, but how could I possibly say those words? I felt a little
nervous, afraid he would touch my private parts. But he didn't seem to have that intention; he just repeatedly touched the base of my thighs, tracing lines with his fingers. I felt a
surge of anger, and said with a slightly complaining tone, "Didn't you say you'd teach me?" The man smiled again, and suddenly his hands covered my breasts, roughly...
Before I could say anything, he added, "I washed my hands." This sentence struck a nerve, because my boyfriend wasn't very clean,
and I was particularly embarrassed. We've been dating for over three years, we've met each other's parents, and both sets of parents are very satisfied, even offering to buy us a house
. I almost cried out. Although my boyfriend had done this to me before, for some reason, this man's methods felt particularly strange to me. His
strength was perfect, and my breasts were completely under his control. He continued to squeeze my breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, while whispering in my ear, "Your breasts are so
big! So soft and round, it feels so good, you know?" I think my face must have turned completely red, and I didn't know how to answer. The man pinched my breasts between two fingers...
Someone noticed my unusual reaction. The man laughed even harder, continuing to pinch and rub my back with two fingers. I felt my breasts were
taking it all for granted. This time, the man's hands were completely different from before; he wantonly touched my thighs, slowly moving towards my groin. I felt like I was going
to explode; I had never felt such stimulation before. Then, one of his hands changed position, no longer pinching my back with two fingers but directly pulling
up my nipple, constantly turning and shifting it.
I thought I was about to scream again, but this awful man teased me, asking, "How is it? Which hand's method 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? You're being so naughty, I won't give you any face!" I was both ashamed and angry, secretly enjoying the feeling, but also embarrassed,
so I only softly said, "It's fine..." The man seemed unsatisfied with my answer and continued to press, "Then do you like me squeezing your breasts like this?"
Suddenly, 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 and continued to roam over my nipples, while ordering me, "Don't move around, if you keep moving like this,
someone might come and touch you too." I was startled by this, remembering a scene my boyfriend had told me about in an adult film...
This incident happened last June. My workplace is quite far from home. I have to take the subway, then transfer to a bus, and finally walk for about fifteen minutes to
get there. He squeezed my breasts together with his hands, poking my nipples with his thumb and little finger. His penis was very large; my boyfriend
had never felt anything like it. My boyfriend is a clerk, his hands are delicate and soft, unlike this guy. I used to love the feel of my boyfriend's hands, but now I suddenly felt that being
squeezed by such rough, large hands was also quite pleasurable, even more so than when my boyfriend squeezed me—it felt a bit like the rough side of a dish
sponge. At this moment, the man's other hand began to move along my leg. I realized something, but I didn't want to resist, even vaguely anticipating it. He
pulled down my underwear again and skillfully touched my labia, saying, "I can feel you're already wet!" I didn't know how to reply. He took
his hand out again and started... "What..." he said casually, "It smells pretty pungent, you want to confess too?" I was speechless again, just burying my head even lower, praying
no one would see this.
Then the man put his hand back into my underwear. Without hesitation, he went straight to my vagina. I felt something blocking my way,
not allowing me any further resistance. His fingers suddenly started moving, and my whole body trembled, and I couldn't help but cry out. Seeing this, he spread my breasts open, 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 others see." After saying this,
ignoring my resistance, he inserted his finger into my vagina and began to slowly move it in and out.
I trembled uncontrollably. Seeing me like 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 felt pain and used even more force, his entire finger probing my vagina. I had never experienced such a feeling before. My vagina felt incredibly comfortable
, and I could even feel my juices flowing out. The man continued to probe, saying, "You little slut, you feel it." Normally, hearing
someone call me that would make me furious, but today I didn't want to argue. I just let his hand stir inside my vagina. I felt like my body was about to explode
, my mind went blank, and all my senses were focused down below, wanting him to penetrate me deeper with his fingers…
Just as I was letting go of all thoughts and enjoying being treated like this, he suddenly said, “I’m getting off.”
I was startled and asked, “You’re getting off?” He spread his hands off me and said, “Yes, I’m getting off.” As soon as his hands separated
my body, I felt a sense of loss and emptiness down below, a feeling of utter despair. He must have sensed my despair, because he smiled and asked, “What,
want to get off with me?” Hearing this, I hesitated again and was about to refuse when he said, “Don’t worry, I promised you I wouldn’t do anything to you.”
I immediately felt a surge of anger and humiliation and said, “What do you take me for!”
He wasn't angry, and still smiled as he said, "Someone who needs help." I fell silent, a wavering stirring within me.
Seeing that I didn't respond, 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, stunned and speechless.

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