Taking Tomoko

This is a work of fiction. All characters are of legal age, and not based on anyone living or dead. Features non-consent themes and rough sex. Trigger warning: home intrusion, force/non-consent, breath play.

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There she was. Tomoko. From around the corner of the alleyway, where I was pretending to be minding my own business, I could see her wave her husband off as he headed to work. She was wearing that pink sweater again, the one that made her breasts more pronounced, with an apron around her waist and a skirt that went down to her knees.

Her first name was all I knew about her. I overheard her husband calling her that once. They lived in a small house in an average neighborhood, with a kid in elementary school. All in all, an unremarkable family with an unremarkable life. Completely average in every way. Except for her. Tomoko was everything but average to me.

I'd been in Japan for nearly a month. Just for business. I knew very little about the Japanese way of life. I wasn't going to be here long, so why bother? I'd go home and move one. But that was all before I saw her, sweeping the front steps of her little house.

Tomoko was a housewife whose age I'd estimate between thirty-four and thirty-seven. Short, as many women in asia are, with a plump little ass and a chubby waist. A fairly normal body type for a housewife in the Kyoto suburbs. Her raven black hair was cut short, so her pudgy cheeks stood out more. I don't know what color her eyes were, as I hadn't been that close. But her bust size was exquisite. Not too large, but much bigger than most women in the orient. They really filled out that sweater that she wore so well.

Every day, on my way to work, I would pass by her house. At first, the most I'd hope for was to catch a glimpse of her. As time went on, I began making the effort to linger around until I saw her at least once a day. It was bizarre. She was just a middle-aged housewife. Not some super model or poetic beauty that always seemed to catch my eye before. And yet I couldn't get her off my mind. Every moment of every day, she haunted my thoughts. Simple Tomoko. Sexy Tomoko. I had to have her.

I think it was because how vulnerable she seemed. Most women I meet at work or in clubs have this air of strength around them. They can fend for themselves. But with her, there was something very innocent about her demeanor. Sheltered, quiet, reserved and fragile. Like a bird in a cage.

For weeks she was the object of my every fantasy. In my hotel room I masturbated furiously to the thought of her. I bought magazines featuring older women, dressed as housewives. But none of them could compare to her. At one point I even hired a hooker, with a small resemblance to her. Again, this left me unsatisfied.

It got so bad at one point, during one of my many spying sessions, I found myself jerking off to Tomoko doing yard work. I don't remember when I even took my dick out, but I couldn't stop myself. My desire for her began to escalate. Every time, I'd take a bigger risk than before to fulfill my need for her. I'd take pictures of her with my phone. I'd follow her as she went shopping, stalking her like some insane predator. I even stole a shirt of hers from her wash as it dried from her laundry rack. She was smart enough not to leave her undergarments lying around, otherwise I would have stolen all her panties.

The shirt ended up on another hooker with a similar body time. But that lazy look as she sucked my cock and casual manner=of-business way of fucking just didn't do it for me. Tomoko was alive. She was real. An actual woman. One worth having. Oh, if she would only be mine.

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It was the last day of my stay in Japan. In seven hours, I'd be on a plane and back off to the States. Who knows when I'd be back, if ever. I knew exactly where I was gonna go for my last few hours. To Tomoko's house. To see her one last time.

Once again, I was hiding from behind my usual spot. Just in time to see her wave off her husband and send her kid off on his way to school. Beautiful Tomoko. I longed for her, being so close and yet very, very far. Alone again for the rest of the day, in that house. Oh, I she could only be mine.

It was then and there, on that exact moment, when I made up my mind. It was my absolute last chance. There wouldn't be another. She was going to be mine. My heart raced a mile a minute. If I was caught, it would be the end of me. Goodbye career. Hello criminal record and jail. I couldn't even believe I was considering this. Another minute, and I would've changed my mind and went to the airport.

It was then she turned around and walked to the mail box to grab the paper. She was wearing slippers, but I could see her feet were bare in them. She also wore that long skirt and that adorable pink sweater. That settled it. There was no going back. She was going to be mine.

Tomoko headed back into the house. No doubt getting ready to do her chores for the day. For a few minutes I waited to make sure the coast was clear of any nosy neighbors or possible witnesses. When all seemed good, I made my way to the side of the house. During one of my spy sessions on Tomoko, I once noticed her kid entering the house via a hidden extra key, no doubt for emergencies. As quietly as I could, I took the key and made my way into the house. This was it. I was in.

"Anata?" I heard Tomoko say from down the hall.

No doubt she assumed her husband must have returned for something. She never expected to find me standing there, inside her house.

"Nani?" she said, obviously startled by the stranger in her home. I could hear the quiver in her voice. "Anatawa dare desu ka?" she asked.

Without saying a word, I quickly locked the door behind me and put the chain on it. No interruptions now. The downside was, Tomoko realized what my intentions were. The lust must have been written all over my face. For a moment she didn't move, but when I approached her she booked into the living room. But I was faster, and much stronger.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward me. She flew right into my arms. For the first time, I held her close to me. It was all I could have hoped for. For a second, I felt complete again. But she wrestled away from me, with only me holding onto her wrists. She wriggled and squealed for me to release her. Not on my life.

I pushed her against the wall. She panted, looking at me with fear in her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes, looking right back at me. I still couldn't believe how close I was to her. As if possessed, I began to kiss her lips. She protested, of course, trying to break free from the kiss. She even slapped my face. No matter. There was more to her than just her lips.

Holding her against the wall, I let my other hand wander toward her chest. She gasped, shocked at my strong hold on her chest. I squeezed her round tit right through that pink sweater of hers. As much as it looked good on her, it was time for it to go. With a strong yank, I pulled the sweater up, revealing her beautiful tits nestled snugly in her bra.

"Iie!!" she squealed. But once I grabbed her throat and held it tight, all resistance stopped.

She didn't move a muscle. It must have been the look in my eyes that scared her silent, or the grip on her neck. She didn't even say a word when I began squeezing her tits with both hands, though she trembled the entire time I did. They were gorgeous. So soft, and bigger than most japanese women I'd seen. The bra went quickly, as I pulled it down. Her nipples were quick to perk up, and I could not resist the urge to suck on them.

Again, Tomoko cried; "Iee, yamete!". But this only fueled me more.

Gently, I bit into her left nipple. She slapped my head, which did not deter me for even a moment. I greedily sucked on her tit for a good five minutes, while poor Tomoko stood there and took it. I wanted more though. So much more.

My hand wandered down to her legs. She pushed them together the second she realized where I was headed. But again, I was much stronger. I squirmed my fingers past her soft skin and touched her panties, already damp from her fluids. I didn't pull them down just yet. Instead, I pushed them slightly aside, giving me access to her bush. Her pubic hairs stroked my finger tips. So soft. I could have played with them for hours, but I was on a time limit. It didn't take long for me to find Tomoko's clit.

I began circling it with my fingers, rubbing it furiously while she began to gasp. Again and again she pleaded with me to stop. Despite her protests, she was getting wetter. Fluids began dripping down my fingers and onto her leg. If I kept this up, there'd be a puddle on the floor.

Her pussy clenched down on my fingers. What a delicious wet cunt. Just a little more. I could feel it. She was getting closer. My sweet Tomoko. Cum for me.

"Iieeeeeee!! Yamete!!" she moaned, unable to control herself as she loudly orgasmed at my hand.

Her pussy practically gushed, covering my hand in her fluids. It also knocked the strength out of her legs, causing her to fall to her knees. She panted heavily. Poor baby. It must have been years since she came so violently. That, or she was just prone to very loud orgasms. Either way, I wasn't done with her yet.

I noticed she was now level with my crotch. A perfect position for me to loosen my pants and reveal my cock to her. I grabbed her hair and nudge her head toward my throbbing dick. At that moment I wished I knew how to say "Suck it" in Japanese. But she got my intent, and began to squirm and try to weasel out of it.

"Matte..." she whimpered.

But I did not wait. Instead, I pushed my cock against her mouth. She tried to block it, holding her lips together with as much strength as she could, but to no avail. At last, I was inside her. Little by little, I forced myself into that pretty mouth of hers. Oh, it felt heavenly. Her tongue slobbered all over my head. Within moments, I began thrusting inside her, pushing my cock all the way down her throat. She gagged for a second. When I looked down, her dark hazel eyes, filled with tears, looked right back at me. She was adorable, looking scared as she let my cock glide back and forth in her mouth. Her lips looked even sexier now that they were locked onto my dick.

It was getting too much. The pressure began to build up inside me. My thrusts became more intense, as I rocked my hips back and forth with more power than before. Tomoko made that sexy gagging sound as I fucked her throat vigorously. It was intense. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I grunted.

I pushed myself down her throat one more time. A thick blast of cum shot down her throat. Tomoko gagged even louder than before as her mouth was filled with my jizz. A thick globe escaped her mouth and rolled down her chin. She cried, but her cries were muffled by my cock. I hear her gulp loudly, swallowing my load. With my hand I stroked her face. She was so beautiful.

But that was a mistake that nearly cost me. With a renewed vigor, Tomoko began slapping me, hitting me in the balls. It hurt. Not too much to put me out of commission, but in a reflex I pulled out of her mouth. A thick slob of leftover cum gushed out of her mouth and onto her sweater. Like a wildcat, Tomoko got up and tried to make a run for it. I doubt she knew where she was running to. Nor did she imagine I could easily catch up.

I booked after her, grabbing her by her wrist. She slapped at my hand, trying to break free. She yelled out, possibly for help. This was getting too risky. By pure instinct, I slapped her across the face. I didn't mean to do that, nor did I plan on her falling to the floor. I must've not realized my own strength. Immediately, I sat down and picked her up. She was startled by the blow, but seemed even more shocked when I gently held her in my arms. There was a slight bruise on her cheek.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

I leaned in to kiss her, but again she resisted. She slapped my face. This infuriated me. I lost control. I grabbed her neck and pushed her down onto the floor, while my other hand pulled up her skirt. She tried to wriggle free as she knew what was coming.

"Yamete!" she cried. "Yamete!!"

I ignored her, grabbing her panties and pulling them down with force. They ripped apart as I pulled. I guess I don't know my own strength. But I did know what I wanted, and I was looking straight at it. Tomoko's pussy, decorated with a thick batch of pubic hair and leaking stands of fluid right onto the floor. I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her cunt was amazing. I pressed my face against it and sniffed her scent. She squealed in fear and tried to break free again. It was now or never.

Without wasting a second, I lined my rock hard dick up against her pussy. Not time to tease her. I went right in, sliding past her pussy lips and pressed against her cervix.

"Aaaaaaah!" she yelled.

I blocked her moan with my hand. I'd have told her to shut up, but I doubted she even spoke a work of english. But as I began pounding away inside her pussy, she learned there was no point in resisting.

Her cunt was simply divine. One of a kind. It gushed with her fluids as I hammered away. My balls slapped against her big ass so loudly, it echoed through the hall. Her moans excited me, but the constant sobbing was a bit distracting. I stroked my fingers through her hair. She tried to avoid looking at me, but I grabbed a handful of her raven black hair and pulled her head back. She was muttering something in Japanese. She was unbelievably sexy, even when I took her like this. Fuck me, why did I wait so long for this?

The wooden floors were beginning to agitate my knees. So, without missing a beat or pulling my dick out of her pussy, I hoisted her up in the air. I held her legs up and spread them wide. By lifting her up slightly and then letting her drop a bit, having gravity do the fucking for me. It was great. He fluids were leaking down past my own leg now. But I couldn't hold her up too long like this. So with my dick still inside her and her legs shaking with what I assumed was pleasure, I walked into the kitchen with my dear Tomoko.

I dropped her onto the table. I made the mistake of pulling out of her snatch, which caused her to make another attempt to flee, flailing her arms and legs around. I grabbed her by her sweater just in time. It tore just as easily as her panties had, as well as snapping her bra open. For the first time, I got a real good look at her tits. Gorgeous. Just the kind I like. Not too big, but large enough to grasp in your hand. I decided to treat myself, rubbing my face between her breasts. With my hands I kneaded them while I let my tongue slide against her nipples.

I looked up at her with one of her nipples in my mouth. She was blubbering and crying something fierce. In Japanese she muttered something and shook her head as tears streamed down her face. There was something oddly moving about seeing her like this. Her vulnerability was pushed to an extreme. To be at my mercy. Nothing she could do. I almost felt pity for her.

I began biting her nipple a bit. Not too hard or anything. Just enough for her to squeal again. It was a pitch I've never heard a woman hit before in my life. I could listen to that sound forever.

Having had enough of toying with her, I stood up and pulled her toward me. With enough force I ripped her skirt open as well. Her pussy and ass now completely exposed. She sat up a bit an looked at me in horror as I pushed my dick back inside her. She tried to push me out, but we'd already proven I was stronger than her. The whole table shook and creaked with each thrust inside her. It surprised me how flexible she was. I could spread her legs almost to a split. She wailed as I did, but it was a sight to behold.

It was then that I noticed something. She began to turn her head away from me and cover her face as much as she could. I could feel her cunt squeezing down on my dick. Was she...?

"Are you cumming?" I asked, though I know she could never answer.

But I could tell. She was close. Ashamed of being turned on by her violation. This drove me to fuck her even faster. I tried to move her hands away from her face. I wanted to see her cum. My little Tomoko. So precious and sweet. Oh, cum for me.

"Ieee! Onegai!" she pleaded.

She felt it. I could feel it too. I was twitching inside her. Ready to blow my load.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," I muttered. "I'm gonna cum inside you!"

She moaned and pleaded more. But she couldn't hold it back. Her body betrayed her. Her head tilted back as her orgasm took control. She was beautiful. I couldn't hold back. The last thing I hear was her protests, before I shot my cum into her. I gasped and moaned, the sweat rolling down my brow, as I squirted every drop I had to give inside her cunt.

Trying to catch my breath, I pulled out. A thick glob of my cum squirted out of her. I thought it was endearing, in my own twisted way. Tomoko disagreed, as she frantically tried to scoop it out of her body. She cried a lot, and said something that must have meant either "there's so much" or "why did you come inside?". I wasn't sure. As she realized there wasn't much she could do, she curled up on the table, holding her knees to her body into a fetal position. She weeped a lot. I wonder what was going through her mind at that point. Whatever ugly thought it was, she was still beautiful to me. My Tomoko.

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There were still a few hours to kill before my flight. But to be honest, I wasn't planning on staying longer. I'd risk getting caught. I knew what I did was a crime, even if I couldn't help myself from taking her.

Looking for a drink, I settled for water from the tap. I drank straight from the faucet, as I was worried enough about possible fingerprints already. Granted, there was a mountain of evidence already against me in the form of DNA, but let's say I wasn't keen on making things easier for me to get caught.

I walked toward Tomoko, still lying on the the table. She was awfully quiet now. Just lying there and looking off into space. Standing beside her, I wandered my hand through her raven black hair. She didn't respond. I leaned in an kissed her cheek. Nothing. Did I go too far?

My hand stroked the rest of her. I explored her curves. The touch of her skin. I moved all the way from her face, across her chest and her beautiful tits, over her belly, across her legs and all the way down to her toes. Such a sexy, beautiful woman. I'd never regret taking her like I did. Not for a second.

To my surprise, my cock grew hard again. Without meaning to, the tip of my dick prodded the side of Tomoko's leg. She flinched. For some reason, I kept exploring her near naked body, covered in the tatters of her clothes. My attention was caught by the hint of her bush. I've heard Japanese men compare the pubic hairs on a woman to seaweed. We're they get that I'll never understand. To me it's just what it is. Hair. A cute little tuft to brush your face or dick against.

My hands rubbed her legs. It was almost as if I were under a spell, unable to stop touching her. She flinched every now and then. It was adorable, if not a bit frustrating. And like I said, I couldn't help myself. I tried to spread her legs again. I don't know what I was planning. Maybe kiss her pussy? Rub my face against her labia? But that was not to be.

Whatever my plan was, Tomoko kept trying to push me away. I tried to avoid using force, but I desperately wanted to part her legs.

"Yamero!" she angrily snapped.

A sudden jolt of energy took control of her. A ferocious kick from her leg hit me right in the head. Were this a cartoon the imprint of her sexy foot would be in my face. I flew back a foot or two, aghast at what just happened. She sat there, on the table, angrily looking at me as she covered her crotch with her hands. Then something snapped in me.