Having sex with an online girl

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Meeting her online
was a chance encounter. The internet is such a strange and
trendy thing; many people's so-called "fate" is realized through it. My
meeting was the same.

When I'm bored, I often go to so-called adult chat rooms. Although most of the time no one talks to me, since I have nowhere else to go, I just find somewhere to kill time. So, I went to OICQ's self-created chat room 3 and randomly created a male dancer chat room...

When she came, she didn't say anything and left quickly. However, her profile was #girl, so of course I couldn't let it go. I sent her a request: "I want to have sex with you #
, if you want to too, add me."

She didn't respond, and I thought it was hopeless. But to my surprise, ten minutes later, she accepted my request and then sent another request: "I don't want to have sex. If you promise not to have sex with me,
add me." What an interesting guy. I smiled and accepted.

Then, we started chatting aimlessly. It turns out she's a sophomore at a university in Guangzhou. She just broke up with her boyfriend because the man she liked got back his ex-girlfriend. I was incredibly bored, so I kept pressing her for details, asking her all sorts of questions.
She kept saying, "I have to give you a good talking-to." Haha,
what kind of "talking-to-the-rights" can we, these old internet perverts, possibly do? What a pipe dream
!

Because my work is relatively relaxed, I have plenty of opportunities to chat with her throughout the day. She's
always online and even gave me her dorm room number, mobile phone number, and pager number—she has all that information! I also left my phone number. A boring weekend arrived, so I messaged her: "Are you coming to Tun
? I want to find a woman to have sex with."

# "I'll think about it, but I won't have sex with you. Can't you think of something else?"

"But I really want to."

"But I don't want to."

"Then are you coming or not? If you come, I'll definitely force you to have sex with me."

"Damn it, I can come, but I definitely won't have sex with you."

"If you come and I rape you, will you call the police?" ...

Things unfolded in a rather strange and interesting way. Four hours later, at dusk, she appeared in my city.

She wore glasses, had shoulder-length hair, and a rather slender face. She wasn't particularly beautiful, and her skin was a bit dark, but by Guangdong standards, she was considered quite attractive. She was about 1.65 meters tall
, wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt, carrying a small bag, and looked very relaxed. She looked very different from the photos she had sent me online; I honestly couldn't recognize her. And
the way she looked now was really strange. It was a very relaxed feeling, but it also gave me a strange sense of accomplishment.

By the time I got back to my rented apartment, it was almost dark. This apartment could be considered a haven for picking up girls. Because the downstairs lights were very dim, walking alone was quite scary, so timid girls
wouldn't dare walk there alone; you'd definitely need to be strong. By relying on you, you also have the opportunity to let her experience your tenderness. And for those girls who have already developed feelings for you, you might have the chance
to touch them or kiss them. In that dark environment, perhaps someone will occasionally pass by, and then you can hide in a dark corner and do what you like—it feels really great.

On the way home, we chatted casually about various topics, but never touched on anything related to sex. So she and I were very relaxed the whole way, laughing occasionally, until we reached the bottom of our building. Going upstairs, it was very dark, and there was a long garage corridor. Because both sides were filled with clutter and garage rooms, there was no light in the middle, and there were no
streetlights , so the narrow, about 1.5-meter-wide path felt quite scary.
As she followed, I naturally took her hand, saying, "Be careful, don't fall," I kindly helped her up the stairs. Walking on that... In the narrow corridor, she seemed a little nervous.
I placed my hand on her waist. "Don't be afraid, there are security guards downstairs. There's nothing scary here." Her waist was slender and fleshy, and it felt wonderful to touch. I held
her like that, the fragrance of her hair and her body scent naturally filling my nostrils. Her hair swayed back and forth near my mouth, as if teasing me. She didn't seem to resist much, perhaps because of fear, so when I tightened my grip on her waist, she didn't resist.

In the middle of the corridor, there was a recessed corner, with four corresponding storage rooms on either side of the wall,

a space about 1.5 meters wide and 3 meters long. Sometimes I think, if someone were to lie in
wait there, robbing or molesting girls passing by at night, it would be terrifying. Because unless someone went inside, it was difficult to see what was inside, let alone in the dark of night. It was late. Strangely, though, since I've been staying here for so long, I've noticed that hardly anyone comes or goes at night. Perhaps it's because there's no light here.

I put my arm around her waist and we groped our way through the darkness. I quickly got used to the dark environment, but since she's nearsighted, she's definitely at a disadvantage in this kind of environment. As we approached
that corner, my heart started racing. Finally, I had a chance to experience
this special feeling…

When we reached the corner, I suddenly pushed her inside. There were walls on three sides, and another wall across the corridor, so it was even darker inside. She bumped into the wall and cried out, "Ouch!"
But her voice wasn't loud, probably because she wasn't used to shouting. I immediately rushed in after her, pressing my body against hers, using one hand and my chest to hold her down, separating her arms and lower body. I whispered in her ear, "I told you, do you remember?
" She didn't shout, but just whispered, "No, no, don't do this, it's
hot !" "She was very strong, her hands pressing against my chest, making me feel a sharp pain.

But how could I let such an opportunity pass? My other hand deftly slipped between her clothes and skirt, beginning to caress her smooth abdomen. Because I had to block her hand's
movements with my body, it was impossible to touch her breasts. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, and her slender waist felt wonderful to touch. She struggled fiercely, pushing me away forcefully
, while pleading in my ear, 'No, please?'" "I told you not to do that..."

I pulled my right hand out from under her clothes and began to stroke her thigh. She immediately clamped her legs together tightly, pushing me away even more forcefully. In my experience, this was negligible
resistance. I still pressed my upper body against her, preventing her hands from escaping, and gently stroked her thigh from bottom to top with my right hand, along the smooth and firm outer side of her thigh
, slowly moving upwards, and then slowly slipping inside her knee-length skirt. It was warm inside, especially when I touched her full, soft, and elastic buttocks and her thin panties, which made me...
A surge of excitement welled up inside me. But I wasn't in a rush to touch her, so I patiently stroked the outside of her thighs and the rounded edges of her buttocks. Her buttocks were very firm; even
against the wall , I could still feel their solid flesh and beautiful curves when I slipped my hand inside her panties.

Many people say that girls are powerless to resist when being caressed. I don't think that's entirely true. Her trembling didn't lessen with my caresses; she pushed hard against my chest, making it difficult for me to
hold her down with each tremor, but her silent struggles
weren't a threat to me. As long as I had the strength, I could handle it. Besides, wasn't that even more stimulating?

In the darkness, I continued to caress her, then I shifted my legs so I could place my right hand between her thighs. Her legs were tightly pressed together; she had mentioned she exercised a lot, so they were very strong, which only added to the stimulation. Because when I slowly slipped my fingers between her thighs, the strong skin gave me a powerful sense of conquest
. I pushed my hand in from between her tightly closed legs; her legs gripped my hand tightly, and although it was difficult, I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my entire palm into the center of her thighs. Then I turned my hand ninety degrees and laid it flat; her legs clamped my fingers so tightly they were bent, but the gap was finally a little wider. Then I pulled upwards forcefully, pulling it all the way down her thighs to the warm and soft triangle where her thighs met.

To my surprise, her panties were already soaked, but her struggles showed no sign of weakening. However, her panties, so wet they looked like they could be wrung out, greatly encouraged me. This
was only the second woman I had ever seen so wet. The first was a girl from Guangxi; after we
had sex, I realized the sheets were only fit to be thrown away because they were covered in two large welts, all from the fluid that had leaked during foreplay. Now, the lower half of her panties was completely soaked, wet and slippery. Even touching it from the outside, it felt incredibly slippery, and I could feel the fluid still seeping out.

My hand finally parted the narrow edge of her panties, slowly
moving upwards until it covered her entire triangle area.
Her fluids seeped out
from between my fingers, covering my hand. Her pubic hair was thick and abundant, and her vulva was full and soft. I could tell she wasn't a virgin. It was warm and slightly open, allowing my hand to easily feel her parted labia and the constantly flowing, tender flesh.

I couldn't see her expression, but I could feel that she hadn't given up resisting. Perhaps it was unconscious, but the force pushing against my chest was still considerable. Her waist had begun to
sway wildly from side to side, hoping to break free from my hand, but how could I give up so easily? My middle finger easily found the opening, hooked upwards, and easily slid into her hot
little hole. My middle finger kept teasing, and as I pressed my palm as close to her labia as possible, my finger went deeper and deeper into her body. It was warm and moist inside, especially the
spasmodic, tightening and loosening sensation inside, and the soft, smooth
feeling of the vaginal walls, which instantly aroused my sexual desire, and my penis was so hard that it made my pants
uncomfortable .

Her legs were already unable to resist, only her hands were still pressing against my chest, and she kept whispering, "No, no..." Suddenly, we heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching outside—
someone was parking, but they were still some distance away. In the glare of the headlights, I saw panic on her face, and she immediately stopped making a sound, only
writhing her hips against the wall more violently, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

I could tell the sound wasn't very close, and besides, my desire was already burning. What did it matter if someone saw us? Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in concentration, her legs twisting and turning, and her reluctance to make
any further movements, I suddenly pulled down her underwear, all the way to her crotch, almost to her knees. Her legs twisted even more violently. But bound by her underwear, she couldn't move much,
and her hands were firmly pressed against her chest, rendering her powerless to resist. She seemed to be in despair, and the force she used to push me away was almost a desperate gamble.

I pulled down her panties, making it easier to caress her. Her pubic hair was thick
, soft, and felt like petting a plush toy, except it
trembled, had warmth, and emitted seductive moans. The cleft was full; when I
pressed my palm against it, I could feel the heat rising inside. The tender flesh
was soft and yielding, and under my stimulation, her body involuntarily convulsed, her hips swaying against the wall…

The person who parked the car pulled up, a small flashlight in hand, and I could hear their footsteps approaching. She immediately froze, desperately trying to push me away. But I held
her tightly, deliberately inserting my fingers inside her, rotating them left and right, up and down, intentionally increasing
the speed of my thrusts. I felt the light pass behind me; the person
was walking down the corridor. I thought, he would never expect someone to be in this corner, let alone witnessing
such a thrilling rape. She was terrified. As the man passed by, I saw the look in her eyes, as if she were about to cry and was helpless.

Suddenly, I felt incredibly excited; a strange tension and thrill overwhelmed me. While she was still frightened and stunned, I impatiently pulled down
the restraints on my already bulging pants, pulled it out from beside her underwear, placed it on her lower abdomen, and deliberately teased her by rubbing it against her stomach. The moment she felt this hard, thick
thing pressing against her body, she recoiled as if electrocuted. At this point,
I could no longer control myself. I roughly stomped her underwear down to her ankle,
pulled her left leg out, and squeezed my right leg between her twisting thighs, inserting my thigh between her legs. My left foot pressed against her right ankle, my right leg bent, and I lowered my body towards her...
With a forceful push from the side, she lowered herself, and my thighs were completely spread apart. I used my left hand to pull her left hand, preventing her from freeing it, while my right hand, holding my thick, raging penis, rubbed it up and down near her vulva, deliberately teasing her. I placed the large glans at the entrance of her vulva, but didn't insert it, just vibrating it up and down, causing her juices to flow down her thighs. Then I freed my right hand, allowing me to hug her from around the waist, so that her hands could only rest on my shoulders, unable to protect her lower body. I pulled her waist towards me, bending my knees slightly, causing my hard, thick penis to angle upwards, and I could feel her body, the location of her vulva. As I felt the entrance, I pulled her down, and I heard her sigh "Mmm," as my penis slid smoothly into her tender, juicy vulva. Her tender flesh inside tightly enveloped my thick penis, and juices overflowed from within. Her hands were still pounding and pushing against me, but they weren't as strong anymore. She wasn't very tall, a bit shorter than my 1.8-meter frame, and the current position felt very uncomfortable. I bent down
, hugged her, and simply unbuckled my belt with one hand, pulling my pants off her warm vulva.

I squatted down, holding her, and supported her buttocks as she sat in front of me. Her thighs naturally parted along my crotch, and then, with my hands around her waist, I pressed her fleshy buttocks onto my large penis. With a "whoosh," my penis plunged into her vagina, reaching her G-spot. She couldn't resist anymore, but she kept saying, "
Why are this? Don't do this to me, please don't do this to me!" "The more she did this, the more excited I became. I held her buttocks
with both hands and thrust violently up and down in front of me. Her voice trembled with each penetration, as if she wanted to moan, but also wanted to put up a final resistance. I cupped her legs with my hands and lifted her body off the ground. Her body couldn't touch the ground, so she had to hold my neck tightly with both hands. I pressed her body against
the wall, supporting her body with both hands, making her vagina appear in a lewd position. Then, I
lifted her buttocks and pulled her back and forth violently and quickly, each time penetrating straight into her
core ." Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her buttocks muscles contracting tensely, her legs raised high, swaying weakly back and forth in mid-air to my rhythm. More fluid flowed, and her vagina tightened more and more, as if something was sucking at my penis.
Her voice was incoherent: "Don't do this to me...stop...please...I feel so bad, I'm going to die...don't move, I'm dying..." This resistance had turned into a lewd moan, a groan that penetrated to the very core. Her hands gripped me tighter and tighter, her whole body embracing me, and with my rhythm, at the top... She trembled as I entered, then relaxed, then trembled again…

Seeing her seemingly dignified yet wanton behavior, it was unbearable to endure this unusual stimulation. I couldn't help but make her turn around. Although her hands were still stubbornly waving, she still cooperated by turning her body towards the wall and placing her hands on it. At this moment, her legs were weakly spread open into a large triangle. I pressed her waist down and thrust her repeatedly into her vagina, making a soft "snap" sound, but only to the very end. Her body suddenly contracted, trembling all over, her hands almost unable to hold onto the wall. She moaned softly, a low whimper escaping her lips. I moved her hips back and forth, rhythmically thrusting into her body again and again. My
mushroom-shaped glans felt like a compressor, squeezing out all her fluids and rubbing her vaginal walls until they ached unbearably. Her body rose and fell with my rhythm, adopting various lewd and wanton postures to please me. She even began to actively push against the wall with her hands, arching her plump buttocks back to match my rhythm. She mumbled, "I'm dying, stop...
stop, please, I'm dying... don't move, please, if you move again I'll die..."
…

I don't know how much time passed, I only know that my movements became faster and faster. She almost had no strength left to make a sound, only low moans and rapid breathing. Her thighs contracted rhythmically again and again as if in spasms, and
it felt as if something inside her was tightly gripping my thick penis. The spasms were like something sucking, squeezing, and
pulling , making the sensation on my glans increasingly intense. Finally, on her almost kneeling body, I thrust to my highest point…

When I pulled out of her body, I found that the fluid she had released had flowed from her knees
all the way down to her ankles, and I could feel her slippery, sticky fluid on my legs. She really was
a born little slut.

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