The crazy experience that Sister Zan brought me

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After my junior year, with nothing much to do (I was too lazy to even do internships), I indulged myself. During that time, I did really low things like threesomes and renting a room to host several women at different times. Even now, I still occasionally hook up with someone, purely out of boredom, but back then I genuinely had excess energy.
One morning, a girl added me on Renren (a Chinese social networking site), saying her cousin was studying at our school and asking what my major was, and if I could help her cousin. I told her I was about to graduate and wouldn't be going back to school much anymore. Then she asked for my QQ (a Chinese instant messaging platform) to talk more, so I gave her my QQ number, since I like making friends. Then she started asking me what I usually did, but I didn't reply much. That evening, I went out drinking with friends, and she added me on QQ again, asking for my phone number. I was a bit drunk by then, and the more drunk I get, the more indecent I become. Then an unknown number called—it was that girl—asking where I was and saying she'd come to find me right away. I thought, if she's coming to drink, fine, I'll drink with her. I told her I like making friends. Then, a little while later, she called, saying she'd arrived and I should come out to meet her. She looked me up and down, nodded, said "Okay!" and then pulled me to leave…!! I thought, "You're in such a hurry! I still have my bag at the bar!" So she told me to hurry back. I told my friend I had to run some errands, and she, knowing me, already had a lewd smile on her face. After I grabbed my bag, she pulled me into a taxi pulled over.
She gave the driver an address for a residential area, which immediately surprised me. What? Wasn't she going to a hotel? But I remained expressionless, letting her look at me from the side. I quickly texted my friend who had given me that lewd smile: "If I don't contact you tomorrow, it means I've been scammed or my kidney has been removed. I'm going to ** residential area now." Even though I'd been drinking, I was still careful to protect myself. It wasn't that I had paranoia, but this woman was just too eager, and I was worried. When I arrived at her place, the living room, kitchen, and one bedroom were all empty. Only another bedroom had a computer and a bed. Damn, I didn't think much of it at the time. After a few pleasantries, she told me to take a shower and brought me a new towel and toothbrush. Quite considerate. I immediately forgot about the danger of having my kidney removed. After she showered, we got down to business. Without a word, she crawled into the bed and started sucking my penis, then quickly put a condom on me, sat on me, and started fucking me. I was stunned. When I came to my senses, I decisively took the initiative and started a frenzied, retaliatory fucking... She was screaming so loudly, thankfully I don't live here. But my ears couldn't take it, so I covered her mouth. Looking at her expression, like she was willing to be fucked to death, I really wanted to know what this person had gone through, but damn it, we didn't even know each other's professions or names... The next morning, I was woken up by my phone ringing. It was that lewd friend of mine. After I answered, he just said, "Oh, you're not dead? Okay, goodbye." I realized I was in an unfamiliar bedroom, and then I remembered what happened yesterday, but there was no one next to me. I got dressed, wiped my face with a wet wipe, and prepared to leave. When I got to the door, I found an envelope stuck to it, containing money and a letter. The message was roughly: "I have to go out on errands. You're still asleep. You worked hard last night, and I didn't want to wake you. If I don't come back when you wake up, you can go back now. Here's the key to my place. If you miss me, just give me a call and come here. Consider this money from your older sister to your younger brother; use it to nourish yourself." At that moment, I felt incredibly humiliated. I, a free-spirited, vengeful man, had apparently been sexually assaulted. With a heavy heart, I carefully counted the money: 1200, MB, a monthly bill? I dejectedly stumbled out of the complex. The sunlight was blinding, but I finally managed to put the key in the keychain. Thus began two absurd months of life… That day, on my taxi ride home, with what was then a huge sum of money in my pocket, my mind was racing. I don't know if it was later that day or later the next, but the woman texted me, asking what I was doing. I didn't reply; I still couldn't accept what had happened. One night, I was drinking with friends and getting really high. I was debating whether to go home or find somewhere else to continue when this woman called, saying things like, "I want it, come quick!"... Sorry, I was so naive. I asked for her apartment address again and took a taxi there. Since I hadn't been completely sober, I didn't know which building, elevator, or apartment number... so I just asked her to come down and meet me. After I asked a couple of casual questions, she suddenly said, "If there's someone else in my apartment, would you mind?" A thousand images flashed through my mind, but only one question remained: a man or a woman? Honestly, my first thought was that it was a man. I had a strong urge to experience the image of a woman being penetrated from behind, and the thought of two women having sex with me felt overwhelming. But either way, it was a great thing. So I blurted out, "Want to get this high?" I thought, no matter what, it looked like a multi-person scene was about to unfold. (When I was a student, since everyone knew I was someone with no money but plenty of time, I did many things without feeling guilty or responsible. After starting work, my mindset really changed a lot, and I could never be as carefree as I used to be.) She smiled and said, "No, no, I just wanted to see your reaction." I won't say much more about that day, but my impression of her was that her moans were incredibly loud and ecstatic; in every other aspect, her technique deserves 32 thumbs up!
Sometimes after drinking, I'd text her "I'm coming over," and then I'd go, everything seemed normal. Another time, after drinking again, I texted her the same time, and she called shortly after, "When are you coming?" "I'm getting a taxi now." She paused for a moment and said, "Okay." When I arrived at her place, I took the towel she handed me and went straight to shower. Sometimes I wondered what this woman did for a living, why she lived alone in such an empty house. But seeing her insistence on using condoms, I wasn't worried she was the kind of person who had given up on herself. After showering, she wasn't in a rush; she seemed to want to chat, which made me quite uncomfortable. Because I felt the time before getting down to business was the most awkward. Why couldn't we talk about it after we'd finished? My mind was blank then, and I didn't need to remember anything. She talked to me about onenoghtsatand and one-night stands, lecturing me on the importance of using condoms from her own experience. Then we chatted for a while, talking about her work. That's when I learned she worked in the foreign trade clothing industry. Anyway, as long as she wasn't a prostitute, that was fine. Because after I told my lewd friend about this, he told me definitively that this was a prostitute, a lonely one, with a righteous air of wanting to patronize her business. After chatting for a while, I put my penis on and asked her to suck it… and she started using her 32-thumbs-up technique. The seamless, rhythmic control, and perfectly timed "slicing," "gliding," and "whimpering" sounds were unparalleled. Just as I was about to fully relax and receive those few seconds of pleasure, I heard a knock on the door, followed by the sound of a key unlocking the lock. At that moment, I was completely calm. Who cares who's coming? I have to ejaculate first. After the door opened, a woman's voice asked, "Where is everyone?" Then, something truly awful happened. The woman with the 32 likes pushed my penis away with her tongue and replied, "Inside." (Now that I think about it, where else in that house could she be but inside? The living room was empty, not even a shoe cabinet; shoes were just laid out in rows on the floor by the door. The other bedroom was probably empty too. The kitchen had a refrigerator and a washing machine, though.) Yes, she pushed it away with her tongue!!! I couldn't describe how I felt: it was like taking a nice hot shower and suddenly the water stopped, like having a hard bowel movement after being constipated for three days and then realizing I had no toilet paper, like being suddenly stripped naked in the snow… I didn't know what expression to make; I just stared blankly at the distance between her mouth and my penis. Then, the woman walked into the bedroom, without the expected scream or terror. She looked at me, smiled, put down her bag, and started chatting with the woman with the 32 likes. The woman with the 32 likes put down my penis, turned around, and started chatting with her too. I was completely dumbfounded. Damn it! Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more! I touched it with my gloved hand, but unfortunately, the touch completely ruined everything I had built up. I suddenly snapped back to reality and stared at everything unfolding before me. The calm girl and the 32-year-old girl were chatting away, while my penis was standing there, sprawled on the beanbag chair in the bedroom. What was this all about? Was it a game of who could be calmer? My mind was racing, filled with a bunch of guesses, but I couldn't make a decision. Time seemed to drag on, and my penis slowly slumped down… “Hey kid, are you alright? Let’s play together,” I said, my first word barely audible after being silent for so long. “How could I not? Come on, how do we play? Tell me!” At that moment, I knew, damn it, no matter what you’re playing, I have to face it with the utmost strength. Even if I fall, I’ll make a mess on the ground (Uh, what am I talking about? I just finished dinner, I’m a little groggy). Then, Sister 32Zan said she needed to get some kind of bed and asked Calm Girl to help. I stumbled to my feet and followed her out… I vividly remember Sister 32Zan finding an inflatable bed in another bedroom and fiddling with it. Suddenly, Calm Girl came over and took my penis into her mouth… I watched Sister 32Zan busily searching for a power source and all that, while I stood at the doorway, supporting myself with my hands. “I’m back!!” I exclaimed, tears welling in my eyes. “This warm feeling has finally led me home.” I don’t need to go into details about what happened after that, but I felt like I was just like the boyfriend in an adult film, doing whatever I wanted. In that instant, I finally believed that art truly does imitate life.

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