you.” Ichiro said as he closed in on her. When he was close enough he lifted her shirt. “I would sit there and watch you dance and then would go to the bathroom and jerk off, imagining I was fucking you.”
“Ichiro, please, don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want,” she said as she stroked the side of Ichiro’s face and began to kiss his chest.
She slowly ran her hands down to his crouch and began groping him. As she ripped opened his shirt and began kissing on his abdomen, he stood there watching his fantasy become a reality. She quickly undid his pants and grabbed his penis.
There was no hesitation on her part as she let her natural instincts take over. He tried as best to stand as she put his penis in her mouth and began sucking and deep-throated him.
He stood with his eyes closed, holding her head as it bobbed back and forth. When she saw Ichiro was vulnerable, she took her fist and struck him in the testicles as hard as she could.
Ichiro fell to the floor immediately. Neige dashed toward the door as fast as she could. When she opened it, four of Ichiro’s men were standing there waiting to make sure she didn’t escape.
She screamed for help, but by the time her neighbors opened the door to see what was going on, Ichiro’s men had already brought her back inside. Teary-eyed, Ichiro struggled to get back up on his feet and compose himself as his men held her by the arms. Still sore, he limped over to Neige and ripped off her T-shirt and her panties and fondled her breast.
Ichiro chuckled to himself, “And just think I was going to let you live. Things could have been so different. Fuck it! Since you like it rough, I’ll oblige you. When was the last time you guys got your dicks wet?”
Neige spit in his face.
Ichiro wiped the spit off with his hand and slowly licked it, savoring the taste.
“If I were you, I would save that spit! You’re going to need it tonight for what you’re about to do.”
His men snickered.
“I’m going to tell you how things are going to go,” said Ichiro. “First, we’re going to gangbang you. Then we’re going to beat you, and then we’re going to each take turns fucking you again. And then we’re going to kill you and fuck you again, but not necessarily in that order.”
Ichiro popped open a small bottle of prescription-filled Viagra and guzzled three pills, chewing and crunching them with his teeth, before he passed the bottled around to the other four men.
“We’re literally going to fuck the shit out of you,” said Ichiro as he laughed sadistically. “Get ready men! It’s going to be a long night.”
Neige looked at Ichiro and shook her head trying hard to hold back her tears, dreading she ever opened her front door...
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Myoko Hamada woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs and pancakes. When she got out of the bed there was a trial of roses leading downstairs and to the table. Around the table, the rose pedals were shaped into the form of a huge heart.
“Oh, my god, David! What is all this?” asked Myoko.
“Damn! I wanted to surprise you.”
“Surprise me? What’s the occasion?”
“No reason! I just wanted to do something for you to show you how much I loved you,” he said tenderly.
Myoko smiled as David scooted back the chair for her to sit down. Although she was surprised at the rose pedals that led downstairs to the table, it really wasn’t a shock to her. David was a romantic at heart. He was always trying to find ways to outdo himself and show Myoko that he loved her.
To David, Myoko was his world. After four years of marriage, he still would bring her flowers, write her poetry, call her in the middle of the day just to say he was thinking about her, and her personal favorite: he’d sing her a love song, even though he was an awful singer.
As she sat down and took a bite of bacon, David turned on the radio and then burst out into