(1)

The Tokyo subway is perhaps the busiest and most crowded in the world; even the shortest distances between stations can take half an hour, and many commuters endure journeys of two hours or more. The subway perverts of Tokyo are world-renowned, and by my second month in Japan, I found myself involuntarily joining their ranks.

The first time I witnessed a subway pervert was on my second day in Tokyo. While waiting on the platform, a stunning beauty caught my eye not far from where I stood. She wore white high-heeled leather shoes, flesh-colored stockings, and a beige suit. She stood perhaps five feet seven inches tall, boasting long, slender thighs, a rounded derrière, full breasts, and long hair cascading over her shoulders. My cock grew quite hard just looking at her.

When the train arrived, the crowd surged toward the doors, and I hurried along with them. Taking advantage of the crush, I reached out and brushed my hand along her exquisite legs a few times just to satisfy my craving. The sensation was divine! I desperately wanted to slide my hand beneath her skirt to feel the texture of her stockings, but I lacked the courage.

Once inside the car, a few people stood between us. Coincidentally, someone stepped off at the next stop, allowing me to sit down and begin searching for her silhouette. There she was—the beige skirt, the thighs encased in stockings. I could faintly see the profile of her face, but my eyes were locked onto the exposed half of her thigh. About three minutes later, feeling a wave of boredom, I happened to look up and noticed her expression was strange. Her gaze was drifting, and her face seemed flushed with a hint of shyness. Most importantly, she seemed completely unaware of my stare. I shifted my body slightly to see what was happening. When I looked closely, I realized that the man sitting just in front of her to the left was using the crowd as cover, sliding his hand beneath her abdomen to stroke her repeatedly. He was cleverly using his bag to shield his movements so that, from the outside, nothing was visible. Had I not been watching intently, I would never have known this beautiful woman was being molested.

At that moment, my cock throbbed with intensity. A thought flashed through my mind: *Wait! Why isn't she reacting? Could it be... she likes it?!* Driven by this whim, I decided to observe her reaction in secret. I pretended not to notice her, but in reality, my eyes were fixed on her lower body and the expression on her face.

The man had been stroking her crotch incessantly since I first saw his hand there. Every so often, he seemed to want to go further, pressing his middle finger against her sexy curves. Seeing this, my little member was already standing at attention, surging with heat.

A few minutes later, seeing no sign of resistance, the man grew bolder. He began to slowly, inch by inch, lift her skirt. It wasn't particularly short—it reached her knees—but he persisted, pulling it upward bit by bit. Finally, the sight of her white panties and flesh-colored pantyhose was revealed. At this point, I was nearly on the verge of cumming.

The beauty had lowered her head, her hair completely veiling her expression. But the man showed no sign of stopping; his hand moved slowly toward her thigh. Finally, his fingertips made contact with the fabric of her white panties.

Both the woman and I seemed to shudder simultaneously. My shudder was involuntary, a desperate wish for the man to thrust his hand inside. But the woman? I couldn't tell. The man continued to knead her private parts through the lace of her panties. Because his posture was so unnatural, the bag shielding him began to shift, giving me a clearer view of his hand. Since I was viewing her from the side, I couldn't tell exactly how his fingers were exploring the depths of her thighs, but one thing was certain: she was not the modest girl he might have expected. Her body began to sway slightly, a rhythmic, unconscious movement, and as his fingertips continued their relentless assault, I thought I heard the faint sound of a moan escaping her lips...

Later, the man seemed to want to go even further. Whether he succeeded, I wasn't sure, because his hand made a motion that looked like he was caressing her, or perhaps thrusting his fingers into her vagina. Since the view was obstructed, it was hard to be certain. Eventually, the woman used her hand to pull his away—perhaps he had finally become too much.

When the train reached the station, the beauty disembarked, leaving me disappointed. But the show was just beginning. The man moved to the back of a young girl. He began by stroking her buttocks; she squirmed and tried to dodge him, but she was too timid to scream, and he used his other hand to grip her waist tightly. Then, he unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. My jaw nearly dropped in shock. From behind, he lifted the girl's skirt and thrust his penis between her legs, clearly entering her. I couldn't understand how the girl didn't utter a single sound, allowing him to thrust into her for ten minutes. Eventually, the man stopped, wrapped his cock in her skirt, and rubbed it a few times—he must have finished. Sure enough, as she stepped off the train, a wet patch was visible on the front of her skirt.

A few days later, my opportunity finally arrived. I boarded the morning train and found myself behind a female student, perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old. She wore a neat sailor uniform, carried a large schoolbag, and held a book in her hands. As the crowd pressed in, I leaned closer, letting the back of my hand graze her buttocks. She didn't seem to notice, continuing her reading. I secretly turned my hand over, intending to press my full palm against her, but the train jolted. Her body pressed firmly against mine, and her buttocks landed squarely on my cock. My God, what an elastic, supple rear! Paradoxically, the contact made me almost too nervous to touch her.

After a while, she began to nod off, eventually leaning her weight against me. I glanced sideways to confirm she was asleep. This was my chance. There were two empty seats nearby, so I gently guided her to sit down. Leaning close to her, I pretended to sleep as well. Seeing no reaction from the girl, and noticing the other passengers were either asleep or resting their eyes, I felt emboldened. I slowly slid my hand toward her waist. When she remained still, I dared to let my hand climb higher, until it rested upon her chest.

She sat to my left, and with my right hand, I began to grope her right breast through her clothing. The warmth and softness of the flesh beneath the fabric were intoxicating. My left hand moved beneath her skirt to explore her thigh, increasing the pressure until her elastic breast was squeezed and deformed by my grip. Still unsatisfied, I began to fumble with her clothing until I found a row of buttons under her arm. I unfastened them gently and slid my hand inside without hesitation. My palm pressed against her bra, kneading her; the sensation was worlds apart from groping through the fabric.

I slid my fingers inside the cup of her bra, pinching her nipple and teasing it. Seeing she still hadn't awakened, I grew even bolder, sliding my entire hand into the bra. My skin pressed against her full breast as I rubbed and played with her, constantly watching for a reaction. Suddenly, her body gave a slight tremor. Knowing she was about to wake, my "army of fingers" retreated quickly. Sure enough, a moment later, she stirred awake, seemingly unaware that she had been thoroughly enjoyed. The lingering sensation of her skin on my hand left me reeling with pleasure.

That evening, on my way home, a young woman caught my eye. I moved to position myself behind her, only to find she was wearing trousers. Disappointing. However, as the train pulled into a station, the influx of passengers pressed her tightly against me—specifically, her buttocks were pressed firmly against my crotch. As the carriage swayed, her small rear rubbed against my cock, causing it to swell instantly. She felt it too and tried to turn, but the crowd was too dense.

Deciding to go all the way, I pulled my cock out and thrust it between her thighs, performing slow, rhythmic thrusts. Seeing no reaction, I reached around to the front to grope her through her trousers. Her face flushed crimson. She tried to push my hand away, but I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my glans. It took her a moment to realize that the thing rubbing against her thighs was my penis.

As she prepared to scream, I leaned into her ear and whispered tenderly, "Don't make a sound, or you'll lose face!" She could only squirm and try to twist away. I held her hand against my tip while my other hand slipped beneath her shirt to find her bra. The lace edges, the firm, full breasts—I reached inside to caress her nipples. She let out a soft moan, and finally, unable to hold back, I ejaculated into her hand.

The next day, working late, I caught the last train. A mature woman sat behind me, her legs crossed. Her long, pale legs were clad in light black stockings and brown open-toed heels. When I looked back, the hem of her stockings revealed a glimpse of blue panties and a hint of pubic hair. Her thighs were so white and smooth that my cock hardened instantly. Seeing the car was nearly empty, I pulled my penis out to stroke it, my eyes feasting on her stockinged legs and toes.

The woman wore lacy blue panties, a black mini-skirt, and a tight white blouse. Her bra was undoubtedly blue as well. Her breasts were massive, straining against the fabric of her blouse as if they were about to burst. Seeing her dozing with her eyes closed, I walked to the end of the car and sat close to her thigh. Her leg was so bouncy! I unzipped my pants and let my cock out, stroking it vigorously while using my arm to press against her large breasts. It felt incredible.

I couldn't help but climax, spraying a large amount of semen across her stockinged thigh. When she got off the train, she looked at me. I thought it was over, but to my surprise, she smiled at me, clearly unaware that her thigh was coated in my seed.

(2)

I finally encountered that great beauty again. I knew her; she was a famous Japanese racing queen named Yumi. Today, her attire was incredibly seductive: a sheer white low-cut suit with a light floral pattern, paired with a tight mini-skirt featuring lace trim. Her lingerie was visible through the fabric, and the skirt was so short it nearly revealed her beautiful buttocks. From the moment she boarded, I had been stealing glances at her succulent face and deep cleavage. For a beautiful, charming young woman to dress so provocatively, any man would harbor impure thoughts. I placed my hand gently on Yumi's hip; she didn't react. Gathering courage, I slowly hiked up her mini-skirt, and she, predictably, offered no resistance. I caressed her rear, gradually moving my hand lower. Yumi continued to act as if nothing were happening, and not caring if anyone was watching, my hand became increasingly restless beneath her tight skirt.

Using both hands, I played with her buttocks, bunching up the skirt. Because the skirt was so short, lifting it just a few inches revealed her milky-white lace panties and the rounded curves of her rear, leaving the entire view unobstructed. Yumi leaned back with a half-smile, signaling her indifference. I began to rub my hard rod against her buttocks through her clothes.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my rigid penis against her lush, tender rear. My hand slid down the crevice of her buttocks, moving between her spreading legs to caress the underside of her fishnet stockings, while my other hand quietly unbuttoned her sheer white suit.

"Ah... ah!" I began to ambush her chest, grabbing her unguarded breasts and kneading them. I squeezed her heavy mounds and used my other hand to rub the base of her thighs, as if trying to scoop out her nectar. I licked the shell of her ear, the scent of her perfume heightening my lust. Unable to wait, I moved to her other ear. Yumi writhed, letting out soft, rhythmic sounds like a woman in the throes of passion.

A secretary for an international corporation was being sexually harassed by a stranger in a crowded bus. "Mmm... oh..." Yumi moaned, twisting her body as her pink legs slowly parted. The moisture from her excitement had already begun to seep through her white panties, making the fabric cling stickily to her inner thighs.

While reacting to the caresses was natural, being harassed on a crowded bus without the ability to truly make love was a torturous sensation. The stranger pulled down her stockings and kneaded her silk panties. My fingers worked through the thin satin of her milky-white lace, rubbing against her opening and massaging the folds of her labia, sending waves of spasms through her thighs. Yumi allowed me to pull her skirt all the way to her waist and even boldly spread her legs, placing her full, swollen mound into the palm of my hand. I played with her petals through the damp lace, and droplets of nectar began to drip from her, wetting my fingers and releasing a heavy, feminine aroma.

"Oh... mmm..." She tried to regulate her breathing so the other passengers wouldn't hear her gasps, but the sweet sensations in her chest and crotch were impossible to hide.

"Oh..." Her hips swayed, and her nipples became hard and red.

"Ah... oh..." With every moan, Yumi's nectar continued to flow.

As my "wolfish" kisses moved to her neck and ears, Yumi's mind and body became completely intoxicated by my tongue. The stranger's lips sucked on her earlobe while his hand hoisted her D-cup breast.

"Ah!" The sheer pleasure caused her to moan repeatedly. In the next moment, his fingers moved to her white panties, searching for the entrance to her slit. The excitement spreading from her inner thighs raced through her entire body.

Yumi writhed, hoping he would strip away the wet panties. She used her own panties to rub against his trousers, feeling the intense, pulsing heat of his manhood. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she had no intention of stopping. She moved her long, shapely legs, swallowing her cries. When the high-waisted white panties were finally pulled down, her juices were already dripping onto the floor.

"Oh..." My fingers found the entrance, sliding inch by inch into her nectar-filled slit. I began to dig into her, first with one finger and then with two, increasing the speed of my thrusts. Yumi worked her rounded buttocks in rhythm with my fingers, reaching a frantic crescendo.

Finally, an explosion occurred within her. Thick, hot nectar sprayed out, coating her inner thighs in a slippery mess. I pulled my penis out, spread her legs slightly, and thrust inside.

"Ah..." Yumi let out a low cry. "It's so thick!"

Because of our position, only the glans entered, which left me feeling unsatisfied. Sensing this, Yumi reached behind her, using her skirt to wrap around my cock and rub it vigorously. Having a beauty like this perform a manual climax for me was a dream, but before I could truly savor it, I erupted, most of the semen landing on Yumi's buttocks.

I intended to shove my semen-slicked glans into her vagina, but Yumi gripped my penis tightly, using her skirt to wipe him clean with surprising efficiency. I almost wondered if she did this every day. She carefully tucked my penis back into my trousers, zipped them up, adjusted her panties, and hurried off the bus.

(3)

It had been several days since the subway pervert had encountered a beautiful "prey," and my cock was aching with tension. As I searched desperately for a target, a petite girl caught my eye.

She wore a white top, a pink skirt, white pantyhose, and white high-heeled leather shoes. Her two small, firm breasts were all the invitation I needed.

I carefully moved behind her, first brushing the back of my hand against her buttocks. No reaction. I turned my hand over, using my fingers to touch her. Still nothing. I began to caress her rear and thighs through her skirt. When she remained still, I grew shameless, sliding my hand beneath her skirt to reach for her crotch.

Finally, she noticed, giving my hand a sharp pinch and shooting me a glare. I retreated for the moment, following her as she disembarked and entered a hospital basement.

Where was she going? A nurse approached her. "Emi Takashima, hurry up! The head nurse is already here."

"Yes, it's been a long day."

Aha! A nurse. This was perfect. Emi Takashima—she was mine to play with.

She entered the women's changing room. Knowing it was dangerous to walk around a hospital in casual clothes, I slipped into the men's room, grabbed a white lab coat, and threw it on. After checking that the coast was clear, I pushed open the door to the women's changing room. It was quiet; had she already left? Not in the first row, not in the second... finally, in the last row, I saw Emi Takashima fastening her uniform.

I approached her with my rock-hard cock and suddenly wrapped my arms around her neck from behind.

"Don't scream!" Using my free hand, I rifled through her locker and found a spare pair of pantyhose. I stuffed the waistband into Emi's mouth and used the legs of the stockings to bind her hands. I carried her to a bench in the changing room and studied her. She was in her white nurse's uniform, white pantyhose, and white high heels. Through her slightly open collar, I could see the lace of her white bra and the swell of her pale breasts. Terror filled her eyes.

Rubbing my stiff member, I climbed onto her chest, brushing my glans against her lips. Soon, the tip was smeared with her lipstick, and Emi shook her head frantically. I slid my penis into her bra, using her breasts to sandwich and rub against me, but they were a bit too small for my liking. Turning around, I traced my hand up her knees. She squirmed, trying to escape.

"Emi Takashima, Emi Takashima... you wouldn't let me touch you on the train, huh? Well, now I'm going to touch you all you want."

As I slid my hand up her stockinged thighs, the silky sensation was magnificent!

Emi writhed, making muffled whimpering sounds. "Strange?" As I groped her, I couldn't find the edge of her panties. "Could it be?" When I lifted her skirt, my eyes nearly popped out.

She wasn't wearing panties at all; her pantyhose were the kind with an open crotch. "My God, she really is a slut!" I spread her legs and began to finger her. Emi had sparse pubic hair, and her labia were tight. As I teased her clitoris, she began to leak moisture immediately.

I held my wet fingers up to her face, making her blush furiously as she struggled. Kneeling between her legs, I adjusted my cock, grabbed her ankle, hoisted it onto my shoulder, and thrust deep inside her. Emi shuddered, her head shaking violently.

I have always loved fucking beautiful women in pantyhose, and a petite, cute nurse was the ultimate prize.

Emi's vagina was incredibly slick and tight, gripping me delightfully. With the stockings in her mouth, she could only make muffled, choked sounds. She struggled, but she was far too frail compared to my strength.

After a while, her vagina began to spasm; she had reached her first climax.

I tried to have her sit on my lap to continue, but she resisted. I forced her legs apart, pressed my glans against her labia, and drove in hard. Poor Emi had no choice but to let me guide her up and down. Still unsatisfied, I pushed her against the wall, lifted one of her legs, and continued my heavy thrusting.

By her second climax, she was in tears, too exhausted to fight. I had her kneel on the floor so I could enter her from behind, which allowed me to reach around and caress her breasts.

Finally, after her third climax, my own release arrived. I pulled the stockings from her mouth and ejaculated a thick, heavy load directly into her mouth.

I patted her cheek and said, "Thank you, Nurse Takashima." Then, I unhooked her bra, stripped off her pantyhose, and walked out.

(4)

After arriving in Japan, I quickly became obsessed with racing queens, collecting photos everywhere. After my encounter with Yumi, there was no turning back. To my surprise, my company agreed to let me act as a manager for racing queens, even assigning me a Chinese secretary named Hanae. She was a beautiful, attentive woman. I was shocked to discover how many top-tier beauties the company employed, including Mika Suzuki, Maki Munakata, and Shiki Noda. My God! I nearly had to run to the restroom to masturbate right then and there.

The next morning, I instructed Hanae to send Mika Suzuki to my office. Soon, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." The door opened, and Mika Suzuki walked in. White heels, flesh-colored pantyhose, a white mini-skirt, and a white blouse—my cock hardened instantly.

"Sit down."

"Yes, sir!" Mika sat opposite me, looking at me curiously. I stared greedily at her thighs, surreptitiously stroking my cock under the desk. Luckily, the desk shielded the view.

I flipped through a contract and said, "This is for the 99 Auto Show. Ten days, fifty million yen in total compensation. The company takes eighty percent, and you take twenty. There will be five of us going, and the leader gets ten percent. I want you to be the leader. Are you interested?"

"I'd love to."

"Then sign here."

As she stood up, I caught a clear glimpse of a dark shadow beneath her pantyhose. She walked to the desk and leaned over to inspect the contract. Looking down her slightly open neckline, I saw her strapless bra, revealing much of her breast and a deep cleavage. I couldn't hold back. I stood up, moved behind her, and pressed her against the desk with one hand on her neck. I hiked up her skirt, pulled her pantyhose and panties down to her knees, and spread her legs. Before she could comprehend what was happening, I thrust deep inside her. "Ah!" We both cried out at once.

Mika was clearly in pain; her vagina was dry and tight, but for me, it was pure ecstasy to finally enter the long-awaited Mika Suzuki.

"No... please don't!" she struggled.

"Mika, think of the contract! If you just endure a few minutes, it's fifty million yen!"

"No... please..." As I thrust, her lubrication began to increase, and her resistance softened.

I leaned over her, thrusting desperately, one hand around her neck to kiss her ear and hair. Her juices flowed more freely, and she stopped fighting, letting out a muffled moan with every deep stroke. I reached inside her blouse; her bra was not only strapless but also front-clasping. I unhooked it and began kneading her breasts—it felt incredible.

"Don't... don't come inside! Please!" she suddenly gasped, sensing my impending climax.

"Fine then," I said. I pulled my nearly-spent cock out, grabbed her hair, and pressed her to the floor. "Eat it all!" I shoved my tip against her lips. She helplessly opened her mouth to take the semen-slicked glans. I erupted seven or eight times, making her cough, but since I held her firmly, she had to swallow every drop.

"Lick it clean!"

Mika helplessly took my cock into her mouth. As I enjoyed the moment, I looked down at her: her blouse unbuttoned, revealing her cleavage and one nipple; her white lace panties and pantyhose bunched at her knees; and her beautiful eyes filled with tears as she held my thick member in her mouth.

"Alright, stand up."

Mika spat me out and struggled to her feet, trying to pull up her displaced underwear. "Take them off!" she looked at me blankly. "Take them off!" Trembling, she stripped off her pantyhose and panties. I took them, pressed them to my nose, and inhaled deeply. "So fragrant!"

"This is so embarrassing," Mika said, bowing her head as she rebuttoned her shirt.

"Mika, your vagina is so tight!"

"Please don't say such things."

"Want to see?" I turned on the TV, and Mika gasped as she saw the replay of what had just occurred.

"Mika, you'll have to listen to me from now on, okay?"

"Yes," she replied reluctantly.

"During the auto show, I want you to collect the pantyhose the girls wear every day and bring them to me. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Go on then!" As she walked out, I used her pantyhose to masturbate.

Just then, Hanae walked in. I pretended to be busy with documents.

"Did you play with Mika?"

"How did you know?"

"Her pantyhose and underwear are missing. Besides, whenever a girl enters this room, she doesn't leave without being... handled."

"I see." It seemed Japanese people were quite lustful.

As Hanae turned to leave, I wrapped Mika's pantyhose around my cock, watching the sway of Hanae's hips and her full rear. I stroked myself hard. "Sooner or later, you're next!"

When work finally ended, I was surprised to find a new neighbor had moved in. Who could it be? I opened the shoe cabinet and saw high heels. Could it be...? Then, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom. After changing, I carefully put away Mika's stolen lacy treasures.

The water stopped. The bathroom door opened, and to my shock, it was Hanae. I was breathless. Seeing her in a bathrobe, smelling of soap, my cock stood tall. "Hello!" I greeted her.

"The company told me my roommate was Chinese, but they didn't say he was a man!" she said nervously.

"It's nothing. It's quite common here in Japan."

To think a man and a woman would be sharing a home—and with Hanae, no less! It was a godsend.

(5)

Fortunately, I had a set of spare keys, which came in handy. She usually had classes in the evening and wouldn't return until after eleven, allowing me to slip in and explore. I wondered what brand of lingerie and pantyhose she wore, and what her size was.

Once inside, I first checked her vanity. She had many lipsticks, mostly Maybelline reds. I took a bright red one and smeared it over my glans, making it even more vivid. The thought of her using that same lipstick on her lovely lips the next day made me ecstatic.

Then, I opened her wardrobe. Hanging there were many pantyhose—the silky kind I loved, in nude and charcoal tones. Most of her clothes were short skirts for performances. She also had a white cheongsam that looked incredibly sexy.

Next, I opened her lingerie drawer. There were so many bras and panties, all neatly arranged. She favored white, pink, and sexy black. I noticed that all her panties had transparent mesh fronts to cover the pubic hair. At the very bottom, there were two pairs of sexy black T-back panties that were completely transparent. They were so minimal that I could leave my cock exposed. I put them on, feeling the sheer fabric.

My glans was already weeping with excitement. I used the mesh part of her panties to wipe the moisture, then carefully replaced them so she wouldn't notice. Her bras were all Victoria's Secret, likely a 34D.

In her nightstand, I found her tampons. They were even thinner than my cock! Unable to hold back, I decided to ejaculate once. What should I use? Her pantyhose! Using clean ones would be too obvious. I found an unwashed pair in the laundry basket and used them to masturbate. Where to put the seed? I decided to spray the first load into her white high heels, then used a lipstick to carefully smear the rest onto the crotch of her pantyhose, her panties, and the tips of her bra. Pure bliss!

Then, seeing her water dispenser, I hauled the heavy jug down and emptied my second, thick load into the reservoir. She would be drinking my semen!

After tidying up, I stepped into the shower. The warm water hit my cock, and still riding the high of my excitement, I applied some body wash and began to rub myself. The sensation kept me fully erect. Thinking of her panties on the sofa, I walked out naked, only to find Hanae wiping up the "mess" I had left in the living room. I hadn't expected her to be there so soon, so I didn't bother hiding my arousal!

I steadied myself and watched her. She wasn't a goddess, but she was quite attractive, especially her breasts. They were massive. Seeing her in her casual clothes made me crave a look at what lay beneath.

Driven by a wicked impulse, I crept toward her. Just as I was inches away, she sensed someone and turned around. She froze, her eyes widening as she saw my massive, swaying cock right in front of her face.

Seeing my moment, I lunged at her. As she opened her mouth to scream, I stuffed the cloth she had been using to wipe my semen into her mouth and used a nylon cord to bind her hands behind her back. She struggled, but the salty, pungent taste of the cloth made her eyes tear up. She never expected me to turn into a beast so quickly.

Subduing her was easier than expected. Seeing her as my personal toy sent my arousal skyrocketing. As she squirmed on the floor, my blood boiled. I pinned her legs down and climbed on top of her, pulling up her light blue nightgown to reveal her trembling, snowy thighs. "Keep struggling!" I teased. "If you tell anyone about Mika Suzuki, I'll have to make this even more intense."

Noticing a dark shadow through her sheer panties, I slid my hand inside. Her pubic hair felt incredibly soft. My other hand went to her buttons—she wasn't wearing a bra! "You're quite a slut, aren't you? No bra at all!"

Hanae's mind was a blank. She had been an open woman since she was nineteen, but she had never expected to be taken by force like this.

A sudden chill swept over her as her skirt was stripped away, leaving her legs bare and her upper body exposed. I leaned down and began to suck on her nipples with ferocity. She felt a tingling sensation spread from her chest to the back of her head. Lacking the strength to fight, she could only lie there helplessly.

As I continued to suck, her nipples hardened, and she began to feel a sense of agitation. "What's the matter? Are you getting excited too?" She tried to deny it, but with her mouth stuffed, she could only swallow, accidentally gulping down some of my saliva. A muffled "mmm... mmm..." escaped her throat.

My cock was throbbing painfully. I cupped her 34D breasts in both hands, using them like a sandwich to rub my penis against them. The sensation was unlike anything before—like sliding into warm butter. Goosebumps erupted all over my body.

Soon, my cock spasmed, and a hot jet of semen sprayed across her face, even getting into her eyes. She began to cry. A flicker of guilt hit me for causing her such distress.

"I'll take the cloth out," I whispered, "but don't make a sound, or you'll regret it."

She nodded. I pulled the wet cloth from her mouth but left her hands bound. She exhaled a long breath and spat out the saliva.

"Now, take my cock in your mouth," I commanded. She shook her head hesitantly. "Does the cloth make you happy?" I asked impatiently. She shook her head again.

I moved forward, kneeling so that my crotch was pressed against her chest, and guided my penis into her mouth. She licked it, her tongue navigating the strange, salty taste of the semen. My glans felt an intense itch, and my cock swelled even larger. As she sucked, the sensation of her throat gripping me made her dizzy.

As her rhythm quickened, she tried to spit me out, sensing my climax. Instead, I leaned in, pressing my lower body against her face and pinching her nose. As she gasped for air, I erupted, and she was forced to swallow everything. She felt the world spinning and began to gag.

But my assault wasn't over. I flipped her over, stripped her panties, and found them already soaked. "You slutty woman, let my cock finish you off!" With a wet thud, I drove into her swollen, red lips. I lifted her hips into a kneeling position. With her hands tied, she could only press her breasts against the cold marble floor, a position that made my thrusts even deeper.

Eventually, after many climaxes, my semen ran low. I didn't untie her immediately; instead, I grabbed my camera and took numerous photos of her naked body, including close-ups of her intimate parts. Hanae lay limp on the floor, too exhausted to stop me.

"If you're brave enough, call the police," I told her. "But don't blame me if these photos end up in a magazine." I paused, then added, "Stay home so no one gets suspicious. I have to go to work. And listen—you can wear panties to the office, but at home, you're only allowed to wear pantyhose. Understood?" Looking at the trembling, terrified Hanae, I left, feeling completely satisfied.

(5)

Fortunately, having the spare keys proved useful. She usually returned after eleven, giving me plenty of time to sneak in. I was dying to know her size and her preferred brands.

Once inside, I checked her vanity. She had many lipsticks, mostly red Maybelline. I took a bright red one and smeared it over my glans, making it even more vivid. The thought of her using that same lipstick on her lips the next day made me tremble with excitement.

I opened her wardrobe to find rows of silky pantyhose in nude and charcoal. Most of her clothes were short skirts, and she had a white cheongsam that looked incredibly sexy.

Then, the lingerie drawer: rows of bras and panties, all perfectly organized. She loved white, pink, and sexy black. Most of her panties had a transparent mesh front. At the bottom, she had two pairs of black, silk T-back panties that were completely transparent. They were so minimal that I could leave my cock exposed. I put them on, feeling the sheer fabric.

My glans was dripping with pre-cum. I used the mesh part of her panties to wipe myself before carefully replacing them. Her bras were all Victoria's Secret, likely a 34D.

In her nightstand, I found her tampons. They were even thinner than my cock! I couldn't resist. I used a pair of her unwashed pantyhose to masturbate, then sprayed the first load into her white high heels. Finally, using a lipstick, I carefully smeared the semen onto the crotch of her pantyhose, her panties, and the tips of her bra. Pure ecstasy!

Then, I saw her water dispenser. I hauled the jug down and emptied my second, thick load into the reservoir. She would be drinking my essence!

After tidying up, I stepped into the shower. The warm water hit my cock, and the sensation kept me hard. Thinking of her panties on the sofa, I walked out naked, only to find Hanae wiping up my "spoils" in the living room. Since she hadn't seen me yet, I didn't mind her seeing me in the throes of self-pleasure!

I steadied myself and watched her. She wasn't a goddess, but she was quite beautiful, especially her breasts. Today was the perfect opportunity to see them without a bra.

Driven by a dark impulse, I crept toward her. Just as I reached her, she sensed someone and turned. She froze, her face contorting in shock as she saw my massive, swaying cock inches from her face.

I lunged. As she tried to scream, I stuffed the semen-stained cloth back into her mouth and used a nylon cord to bind her hands behind her back. She struggled, but the pungent taste of the cloth made her eyes water. She never expected me to become a beast so quickly.

Subduing her so easily made me even more aroused. Seeing her squirming on the floor made my blood boil. I pinned her legs and climbed on top of her, pulling up her light blue nightgown to reveal her trembling, snowy thighs. "Keep struggling!" I laughed. "If you tell anyone about Mika Suzuki, we'll have to make this even more intense."

Noticing the dark shadow in her sheer panties, I slid my hand inside. Her pubic hair felt so soft. My other hand went to her buttons—she wasn't wearing a bra! "You're quite the slut, aren't you? No bra at all!"

Hanae's mind was a blank. She was an open woman, but she had never expected to be taken like this.

A sudden chill swept over her as her skirt was stripped away, leaving her bare. I leaned down and began to suck on her nipples with ferocity. She felt a tingling sensation spread through her entire body. She had no strength left to fight; she could only lie there helplessly.

As I continued, her nipples hardened, and she began to feel a sense of agitation. "What's the matter? Are you getting excited too?" she seemed to ask with her eyes. She tried to swallow, and my saliva went down with it. She made a muffled "mmm... mmm..." sound.

My cock was throbbing. I cupped her 34D breasts in both hands, using them to sandwich my penis. The sensation was like sliding into warm butter. A wave of pleasure raced up my abdomen, giving me goosebumps.

Soon, my cock spasmed, and a hot jet of semen sprayed across her face, even into her eyes. She began to cry. A flicker of guilt hit me for the sudden intensity of the moment.

"I'll take the cloth out," I whispered, "but don't make a sound, or you'll regret it."

She nodded. I pulled the wet cloth from her mouth but left her hands bound. She exhaled a long breath and spat out the saliva.

"Now, take my cock in your mouth," I commanded. She shook her head hesitantly. "Do you only like it when your mouth is full?" I asked impatiently. She shook her head again.

I moved forward, kneeling so that my crotch was pressed against her chest, and guided my penis into her mouth. She licked it, her tongue navigating the strange, salty taste of the semen. My glans felt an intense itch, and my cock swelled even larger. As she sucked, the sensation of her throat gripping me made her dizzy.

As her rhythm quickened, she tried to spit me out, sensing my climax. Instead, I leaned in, pressing my lower body against her face and pinching her nose. As she gasped for air, I erupted, and she was forced to swallow everything. She felt the world spinning and began to gag.

But my assault wasn't over. I flipped her over, stripped her panties, and found them already soaked. "You slutty woman, let my cock finish you off!" With a wet thud, I drove into her red, swollen lips. I lifted her hips into a kneeling position. With her hands tied, she could only press her breasts against the cold marble floor, a position that made my thrusts even deeper.

Eventually, after many climaxes, my semen ran low. I didn't untie her immediately; instead, I grabbed my camera and took numerous photos of her naked body, including close-ups of her intimate parts. Hanae lay limp on the floor, too exhausted to stop me.

"If you're brave enough, call the police," I told her. "But don't blame me if these photos end up in a magazine." I paused, then added, "Stay home so no one gets suspicious. I have to go to work. And listen—you can wear panties to the office, but at home, you're only allowed to wear pantyhose. Understood?" Looking at the trembling, terrified Hanae, I left, feeling completely satisfied.