Date: June 1, 2000
Tonight at the end of my shift, I encountered the colorful demon on my way home.
In fact, after getting off the bus, I had a feeling of uneasiness. After traveling for a minute or two, I felt that there were not half a dozen people around, most of the stores were closed, and pedestrians were scarce enough.
In the past, my husband would come to the station on time to wait for me, usually he accompanied me home, so I didn’t feel anything, but tonight I walked alone and realized that the neighborhood was so cold.
The area where I live has not been very safe lately, but I used to feel very safe with my husband picking me up, so of course I didn’t worry about anything unfortunate happening to me. But this time, being alone, I became a bit scared. I had an impulse to call my husband to pick me up! But remembering what happened this morning, I had no hesitation in dismissing the idea.
This morning, he woke up early in the morning and tossed and turned in bed, waking me up too, but I didn’t care about him and continued to dream. Unexpectedly, he put his hands into my pajamas and pants, he pushed up my bra with one hand, rubbing and squeezing my tits, while the other hand, felt into my pants, his fingers, skillfully teasing my buds.
We hadn’t had sex in two weeks! Giving him such a hard time turned me on and my bottom got wet very quickly. I couldn’t help it, and as I was about to take off his pants for him, the alarm clock went off ungratefully.
He stopped the alarm clock and got out of bed. I pulled him, but he said he had to go back to the office for a meeting in the morning and couldn’t play with me anymore.
”Of course a man puts his career first, and I only work to support my family.”
Although he earns enough to support his family, I couldn’t stand his macho mindset, though, so I took a less strenuous job teaching night school two months ago.
But in the morning, he was still a big man, saying that my job was ‘to make money to buy flowers to wear’.
Hmph! I’m not going to live off of him. That’s why I didn’t tell him about the early dismissal tonight, lest he think I can’t make it without him and encourage his macho behavior. Can’t I go home by myself?
As I walked, I kept an eye out for movement around me. Just when I thought nothing was going to happen, there were some sounds coming from behind me. I was about to turn back to look when suddenly there was a thick, strong hand around my neck and a palm over my mouth.
It was a little hard to breathe, so I had to grab both arms, but the man behind me was so powerful that I couldn’t get his hands off me, and I forced him into the grass by the side of the road.
After being dragged through the grass for over a hundred meters, I was pushed back onto the grass. I turned around in a panic, and standing in front of me was a well-built man.
‘You…’ Having never encountered anything like this before, I was so nervous that my throat dried up and I couldn’t even speak.
He crouched down beside me, took out a small knife from the front of his pants and compared it in front of me. I was even more scared, and still weak all over.
‘Hey, been waiting for you for a long time. Who’s the man who comes home with you every night? Is it your husband?’ I can’t imagine I’m already being watched early in the morning.
I nodded my head and he added: ‘Huh? Your husband didn’t pick you up tonight? And you seem to be home a little earlier than usual.’
On second thought, I told him that I would leave work early tonight, and then I took the opportunity to bluff him a bit by lying to him that my husband was waiting for me at the entrance of the building, and that he would come out to look for me if I didn’t go back soon.
Instead of scaring me, he said, ‘Well, let him see how his wife makes love to someone else.’
‘No!’ I instantly protested loudly.
‘Don’t shout if you don’t want to be seen,’ he tapped my cheek with the knife: ‘but even if you do, no one will hear you. If you’re good, this is the balcony where we’ll make love, but if you’re out of compulsion, I’ll make sure that this is where you’ll be buried.
‘No… please…’
”I’ve been waiting for you to come home every night, staring for a whole month, and if I hadn’t gone downstairs to buy a snack tonight, I don’t know how much longer I would have had to wait! Do you think I’d give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Hey…”
Hearing him speak and seeing his lecherous smile, I knew what was going to happen. I was so scared that I cried, but I didn’t know what to do, I just kept shaking my head and saying ‘no’.
He took out a rope and bound my hands before turning his attention to my lower body.
My heels were removed and he touched me from my toes to my heels, and in the midst of my trepidation, I actually felt a twinge of arousal.
Oh no! The soles of my feet and toes are my sensitive areas, and my husband is too dirty to ever develop these erotic resorts, so now he can’t resist even the slightest teasing.
Luckily, he stopped soon after. Nope! I shouldn’t say ‘okay’ because something worse was about to happen, he was going for my lower body, he was trying to lift my skirt. I twisted my lower body to avoid it, but he sat on the small of my back, making my body immobile.
‘Let go of me! Let go of me! What are you trying to do!’ The only thing I could do was to pound my fists on his back, but my skirt was still up and I could feel his hands in my hosiery. He rolled my hosiery downwards and I felt a chill on my thighs.
When I thought he was going to take off my panties, I closed my feet, which instead made it easier for him to do so, making it easy for him to roll his jockstrap downward, from thigh to calf, and from calf to ankle and toes, until it came off completely.
Panties, and two long legs that I was so proud of, uncovered in front of a strange man, there was really no face left. I wanted to go into a hole in the ground, but I couldn’t even turn around, so I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands.
The pressure in the small of my back suddenly lessened, and feeling curious, I opened my eyes to see what he was up to. Instead, I saw him return to his original position, cupping my paws in his hands and kissing them gently.
It was already unbearable when I was being touched through my socks and pants, but now I was naked and being kissed, no, not only kissed, but he stuck out his tongue and licked the soles of my feet, which marred and tickled me even more. I tried to pull my feet back, but he held them firmly and took my toes in his mouth. I tried to pull my foot back, but he held it firmly and took my toes in his mouth.
I was getting more and more aroused, and although my reason was resisting, I eventually lost to the sensations of the flesh. My body suddenly shuddered uncontrollably, and I screamed, but it was too late.
Surprisingly, I reached an orgasm at the teasing of the pervert. This kind of orgasm, which again was not quite the same as the one that comes from making love, had never happened before, because my husband would certainly not have given me such a thrill, and only a perverted man would have not minded the filthiness of kissing the palms of my feet, licking the soles of my feet and sucking on my toes.
But when I thought that the man in front of me was a sex fiend, my heart went cold again. Yes, my body was getting unprecedented pleasure, but this pleasure also made my mind suffer unprecedented shame.
‘Feeling good about it, are you?’
‘No! Don’t you talk nonsense!’
‘You can’t fool me, your reaction just now betrayed you.’ He ate and laughed. I felt like he was laughing at me.
‘No! I didn’t! How could I ever do anything to a perverted sex fiend like you… Hey, what do you want…’ He suddenly reached into my skirt.
‘Nothing, just wanted to touch you down there to see if you were wet and to see if you were lying.’
It was only when he said that that I realized that my lower body was really wet. I was so ashamed that I lost my pussy juice… No matter how intense the sex with my husband was, my body never reacted like this… I was so ashamed that I forgot about what I was about to do until his hand touched my panties, and I shied away as if I had been electrocuted.
‘No…’ After realizing that my lower body was wet, I had a feeling of being unjustified and my speech became weak.
‘Don’t move, I haven’t touched it yet!’
‘No… okay, okay… you don’t have to touch me, I’ll just admit it…’ As long as he didn’t touch my body again, it didn’t matter what was said.
‘Hey… what do you admit?’ He gave a victorious smile.
‘I…’ Although I had already made up my mind to go out on a limb, I swallowed back the words that came out of my mouth.
‘Is that an admission that you’re wet down there?’
‘Yes…’ I hung 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… I can’t believe you had an orgasm… hey… you’re so kinky…’
Of course you’re perverted! Not only did you defile my flesh, but you tortured me mentally.
”You’re so slutty, can you stand up to your husband? Oh!’
Husband? I almost forgot about my husband. That’s right, hubby, come and save me! I peeked at my watch and the time was 9:50 p.m. I felt totally desperate. He didn’t know that I was getting off work early tonight, and he must have waited until 10:30 (my usual time for getting off work) to come downstairs…
It’s my own fault, I shouldn’t have been so naughty… In a mixture of shame and anger, I had the courage to yell at the devil, ‘You damn horny devil, why are you treating me like this? I haven’t wronged you!
When he saw me being so fierce, he was dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly returned to his original lustful look: ‘You didn’t apologize to me? Yes! You’re so beautiful, since the first time I saw you, I’ve been thinking about you every day, and every night I peek at you from afar, don’t you know that it’s very hard for me to be like this?”
Hearing his crooked reasoning deflated me again and I ignored him. When he saw that I didn’t respond, he actually tried to go further.
When I saw him taking off his pants, I panicked and asked him, ‘What… what do you want to do…’
”Hey… I’ve just made you feel good, now it’s your turn to make me feel good…” He quickly took off his jeans and underwear, revealing his erect penis.
”Wow~~” It’s not like I’ve never seen a male organ before, but the same thing on a stranger’s body made me feel ugly, and I was so scared that I covered my face with my hands and didn’t dare to face it.
He pulled my hand away, I saw his penis had come to me, wanted to close my eyes, but he threatened: ‘Do not close your eyes! Is my penis ugly? Look at it or I’ll gouge your eyes out!’
I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw the thick penis and couldn’t help but think of my husband’s dick. At a glance, it was twice as thick as my husband’s.
No! You can’t do that! How can I pay attention to another man’s penis?… When he saw me staring, he thought I was admiring his penis, so he asked me, ‘How is it? It’s much bigger than your husband’s, isn’t it? I’ll tell you, I’m good at it too. Do you want to try it?’
‘Don’t! Don’t rape me! Please… I’ll give you money… You can find some flower girls prettier than me… I… I have tens of thousands of dollars in my wallet… I’ll give you all of it… and my ATM card…”
”Hmph, it’s useless even if you give me money, my penis has been leaking venereal disease, even the chickens won’t do business with me, so I have to trouble you, ma’am, to help out and give me some venting.”
I was taken aback and couldn’t help but peek at his dick. In the dark moonlight, I saw that his penis was covered with warts and sores, and some several wounds oozing what appeared to be pus and blood goo.
Never before had I seen such a horrible sight so close to my face. As I jerked backward, he was pushing my head towards his cock, and not only was my mouth touching the tip of his glans, but my nose caught a vague whiff of the stench emanating from the rotting flesh.
(Vom…) As the stomach-churning odor irritated me, I suddenly thought of a way to survive.
‘Wait… you want to vent… I can use my mouth… but please don’t rape me…’
I have never done this kind of thing for a man (including my husband), because I feel that it is both dirty and against nature, especially because the penis of this sex fiend is leaking some kind of strange disease, and it is even more vomiting to have to contain his things. But this is better than giving him a rape, at least it won’t transmit STDs (I thought so at the time, but later realized that some STDs can be transmitted orally), and it won’t result in pregnancy.
The demon thought for a moment and said, ‘That’s fine, I’ve never tried it before…’ I was delighted, but he then threatened me, ‘But only if you can really satisfy me, otherwise I’m going to have to stick it in your bottom, do you understand?
I was a little worried, not sure if I could do this the first time I did it, but under the circumstances, all I could do was nod.
He told me to open my mouth and shove my cock in my little mouth, but what was the best way to follow? I was clueless.
‘Why did you stop? Have you never done this before?’
Of course I hadn’t done it, it was the kind of dirty thing that I wouldn’t do if it wasn’t to maintain my innocence. But my mouth was stuffed and I couldn’t speak, so I was only able to nod.
”Then I’ll be a good sport and give you a lesson, when you go back and do it to your husband, I’ll make sure he’ll die of pleasure, what do you say?”
Without the right to say ‘no’, the only thing I could do was to nod my head responsively.
He wanted me to suck his cock and my nose felt his cock salty and fishy on my tongue in addition to the stench.
‘Very good, and then you’re going to use your tongue.’
So I used my tongue to lick his cock, but with the thick shaft filling my entire mouth, there wasn’t much room for my tongue to move around, and I was only able to move it around the underside of the shaft.
My tongue seemed to feel the bumpy surface of the penis and I never dreamed I would be sucking a strange man’s cock and licking scabies made of venereal disease with a myriad of germs of unknown origin attached to the surface.
Although I was very upset, I thought that if his penis was inserted into my lower body, all the bacteria and viruses would invade my body and the consequences would be unimaginable. Therefore, the more I felt disgusted, the more I tried to please him, hoping that he would let me go after he had given vent to his beastly desire.
Suddenly, I remembered that when I used to masturbate my husband, he used to ask me to stroke the base of his penis, the area where the glans meets the foreskin because it’s more sensitive, so I kept sweeping my tongue over and over that sensitive area. It worked, and I soon felt his penis begin to throb… It seemed that I just needed to work harder… As my tongue pressed harder, something fell onto my tongue… I couldn’t be sure what it was… or if it was sweaty dirt, or maybe dead skin from a scar… but it didn’t matter… As I swallowed, it all fell onto my stomach.
While I was feeling more and more uncomfortable, the sex fiend was getting more and more excited, and he was pumping my head around, making his penis go in and out of my mouth, and a few times he was so strong that his penis went too deep, and the tip of his glans touched my throat, causing me to almost vomit. Luckily, his cock spurted out a huge amount of cum before I couldn’t take it anymore.
(Finally, I’ve achieved my goal…) I was overjoyed, but I didn’t let up. In order not to upset him, I swallowed all the semen, not daring to let a single drop escape from my mouth.
He let out a satisfied laugh as he climaxed, then he put his pants back on and left.
It was such an appalling experience that I couldn’t help but cry even though it had passed. After venting my emotions a little, I was suddenly startled to realize the time, and hurriedly looked at my watch it was already twenty minutes past ten.
I spit, trying to get all the obscene liquid left in my mouth, and wiped my lips with a paper towel, which I kept wiping, almost even rubbing the skin.
(And rinse my mouth out with mouthwash when I get home.) Then I tried to put my jockstrap back on, but it gave way to two persimmons rolled up in the shape of a persimmon cake, so I didn’t have time to mess with it, so I had to put my heels back on barefoot.
(I don’t think my husband will notice that I’m not wearing socks and pants, right? I’ll just lie to him and tell him that my socks are torn.) With that excuse in mind, I went back to the station and waited for my husband. I pretended that I had just gotten off the bus, and after waiting for a while, my husband came. But when we got home, I accidentally sprained my ankle because the sole of my foot was still covered with that man’s saliva and my shoe was a bit loose, so when I was walking, my heel slipped around in the shoe and I ended up spraining my ankle without paying attention.
I was in so much pain that I could no longer walk, so I begged my husband to carry me home. When he picked me up, his obnoxious macho attitude kicked in again: ‘Look how useless you are, without your husband, you would have to sit on the street until dawn.’
I am very unconvinced in my heart, if I am not a little bit of wisdom, your wife will not only be raped, but also leaking STDs!
[End]