A crazy experience

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This was an unforgettable experience for me, and it marked the beginning of my life of lust. At the time, I was working at a foreign transportation company on the 22nd floor of the Diwang Building. My girlfriend had left me for almost three months, and I had not had any sex during that time. Friends who have had similar experiences can attest to how difficult it was. In the past, I could still rely on masturbation to cope, but having had regular sex for a longer period of time, I could no longer be satisfied with self-sufficiency and needed a more stimulating sensation to be satisfied. Diwang is a high-end office building in Chengdu. The second and third floors are filled with boutiques selling designer clothing. The women inside are all very beautiful, and they are mostly wearing tight-fitting black uniforms. I personally have a special fondness for uniforms. Looking at those women from the front, their upper bodies are tightly wrapped in narrow shirts, their snow-white necks and large expanses of snow-white skin are exposed to the air, their breasts stand erect in front of them, and you can even vaguely see the shape of their nipples. Their backs are even more drool-worthy, with slender and shapely calves, short skirts that hug their round buttocks, and they sway as they walk. It really makes you want to immediately insert your penis from behind and go crazy. Many times when I was strolling around these stores, I got so excited that my little brother was hard and pressing against my pants, forcing me to squat down and pretend to fix my shoes while slowly waiting for it to subside.

On May 23, 2006, during my lunch break, I spent over an hour browsing pornographic websites (I didn't know about Morok back then; I was looking at 100% picture sites). I was burning with lust, my mind filled with images of women's breasts, thighs, and vaginas.

I felt like I was under a spell, completely dizzy. I went to the office break room, poured myself a glass of ice water, and gulped it down. It cleared my head considerably. Only then did I realize I hadn't eaten lunch and was starving. I rushed out of the office and headed to McDonald's on the first floor. The company started work at 1:30 PM, and I needed to finish eating before then and get back quickly, or that damn sissy (the office manager) would give me a hard time. I ordered a pork and egg combo at McDonald's and devoured it as quickly as possible. After finishing my Coke, I was about to head upstairs when I suddenly saw a beautiful woman's figure as I turned the corner to go up the escalator. I personally prefer voluptuous girls. This woman was probably around 165cm tall, with a firm, rounded bottom encased in a short skirt. There was a clear bra mark on the back of her shirt, indicating a full upper body as well. Judging from her figure, her breasts were quite large, and her shoulders were also rounded and fleshy—very sexy. She had long, straight, black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Girls in brand-name stores are definitely different! She went straight towards the restroom. Suddenly, I felt an urge to urinate and, without thinking much, followed her to the restroom. The restroom on the first floor of the Diwang building was located quite far inside, requiring passage through a long corridor, much like a hospital corridor. You could hear the echoes from the walls as you walked. The first time I walked through it at night, I felt a chill down my spine.

It was in this corridor that I did something I'll never forget, and it has kept me adrift in the sea of desire in Chengdu ever since. I followed her down the long corridor, my eyes glued to her swaying hips. Strangely, there was no one around; it was eerily quiet, just the two of us. Our footsteps echoed down the corridor. My breathing suddenly quickened, my heart pounded, and a criminal desire slowly rose within me. If the corridor had been shorter, I might have given up, but as time passed, my courage grew, and I had only one thought in my mind: I wanted to have sex with her. When we reached the restroom, she turned and went into the women's restroom, while I stood there, frozen, my heart still pounding wildly.

At noon, there were very few people, and it was quiet. I quietly walked to the entrance of the women's restroom, peeked inside, and saw no one. I could only hear the sound of a girl pulling down her skirt. I couldn't wait any longer, so I rushed in, my mind blank. The girl hadn't locked the door; it was ajar. I immediately saw her skirt, which had fallen down to her ankles. I didn't care about anything else and rushed in. What greeted me was a terrified face—round, with big eyes and a small mouth. What a beautiful girl! My gaze shifted to her lower body—between her fair thighs... The girl's dark pubic hair startled me. Strangely, her voice wasn't very loud, otherwise I would have run away in fright. Since she was sitting, I rushed over and sat on her bare thighs, holding her tightly with both hands. Perhaps she was a little stunned by me, because I easily silenced her with my lips. Her lips were so soft and smooth, and they smelled slightly sweet, probably because of the lipstick. I forcefully parted her teeth with my tongue and invaded her warm, moist mouth. Her head shook violently, making moaning sounds.

This only excited me more. I held her tightly from behind, pressing my body against hers. I pulled up her shirt from behind and grabbed the straps of her bra. She felt me taking off her bra and twisted her body violently, trying to get rid of me, but I was much stronger than her. I was too lazy to undo it, so I ripped her bra off with a tug. My hands caressed her smooth back, and my erect penis pressed against her soft abdomen, thrusting against her. Just as my hands were about to tear off her shirt again, she suddenly stopped moving, like a deflated balloon, slumped against me. Her head stopped shaking violently, and she let my tongue ravage her mouth. This terrified me. I thought I'd used too much force and knocked her unconscious, but I didn't dare loosen my grip, afraid she'd scream. Then I felt some wet liquid sliding down my face—it was her eyelashes. But it was really strange; her eyelashes acted like a fire extinguisher, instantly extinguishing all my lust. (I just can't stand eyelashes, am I being useless?) I immediately sobered up. In just a few minutes, I went from extreme excitement to a complete collapse, and my reason returned.

We remained in that position for what seemed like an eternity when suddenly we heard several women's voices coming from the corridor entrance, approaching from afar. Before I could react, they pushed open the door and came in. My heart, which had just started beating again, raced again—this time from fright. Even my little guy went limp. What should I do? I thought the girl would push me away and run away, but suddenly I felt her hand, which was blocking her chest, pull out and hug my waist tightly. At that moment, I could also feel her heart pounding, even faster than mine. I heard the women say, "Where did Dai Qing go? She must have gone out on a date. We're going to report her to our team leader when we get back."

About two or three minutes later, the women finished touching up their makeup and left. The women's restroom became quiet again. At this moment, the girl said in a hoarse voice (maybe because she had been too forceful earlier), "Let me go." I shamelessly whispered in her ear, "Dai Qing, I want you, right here." I didn't realize I had become so lewd. As I said this, my penis became hard again, pressing against her lower abdomen. She was just pushing me away desperately, without making any sound, only a few soft moans. This was so arousing, as if she was implying that I could do this to her. I grabbed her arms, lifted her up, and pinned her against the doorway. Her feet were on her bra, a black strapless one. Her eyes weren't looking at me, but were turned to the side, twisting her body in resistance. Only then did I take a closer look at the girl. I had torn a hole in her shirt, exposing most of her breasts to my gaze. They were so full. Because her hands were pinned down, they formed a... A deep cleavage.

Her skin was so white it dazzled my eyes, and I could vaguely see her nipples. Her areolas weren't large, and like her nipples, they were a pale pink. I guessed they weren't very big, and she hadn't been kissed by many men. I lowered my head to kiss her breasts, but she shook violently, so I could only rub my nose against her breasts, smelling the fragrance of her milk. Just as I was about to lose patience and was about to unbutton her clothes, someone else suddenly came in, wearing high heels, clattering. She stopped resisting and just buried her head deeply, her long black hair obscuring her face. This time I was more experienced; she was afraid the people outside would know she was being molested inside. So I slowly and forcefully unbuttoned her clothes, one button at a time. Because she dared not make any noise, her tight shirt was quickly under my feet. My hands grabbed her firm, round breasts and kneaded them desperately, my thumbs circling her nipples. She let out a barely audible moan from her throat.

The woman was in the stall next to us, doing something—I could only hear soft rustling sounds. I wanted her to stay like this for as long as possible. Her nipples gradually hardened under my ministrations; it was time to suckle. I buried my head between her breasts, tracing the surface with my tongue. Each time I licked her, her body trembled, her legs pressed tightly together, her muscles stiff. I took her nipple into my mouth, gently biting it with the tip of my teeth. I could feel the tiny bumps on her nipples. My tongue swept across her nipples, then I sucked on them forcefully. My other hand gripped her breast, shaking it vigorously. Her breasts were very elastic; pressing down on them felt like they bounced back. Suddenly, a long moan escaped her throat. Something like that...it scared me to death! Luckily, the woman next door got up and flushed. I don't know if she heard me, but her body went limp and she slumped down. Thankfully, my elbow was bracing against the door, otherwise she would have fallen. I helped her onto the toilet, and the pattering sounds faded into the distance. I knew it was just the two of us again.

At this point, she was completely helpless, completely naked. Even if someone wanted to come in now, I think she would desperately block the door. Thinking about this, my courage grew. I pressed my lips to her already burning ear, blowing on it and asking, "Does it feel good?" She managed to utter a few words softly from her throat, "Hurry up...get it...done, okay?" At that moment, all I wanted to do was indulge in playing with this exquisite beauty, whispering in her ear, "No, not good." "I'll take it slow with you," she murmured. My lips slowly moved from her ear to her neck, then to her shoulder. I bit her shoulder hard, leaving red marks. My hands gripped her firm waist, and I pressed my face against her smooth belly, swirling my tongue around her navel until she gasped softly. Now she was like a docile lamb, only occasionally yielding to maintain her last shred of self-respect, otherwise just slowly enjoying herself. My lips finally reached her forbidden zone. Because she had just urinated, I could smell a faint odor, but it wasn't strong.

She pushed my head away, saying no, no. I forcefully spread her thighs and buried my head inside, her pubic hair brushing against me. My face felt a little uncomfortable, so I used my hand to smooth it, revealing her vulva. Her vulva was so beautiful, a flesh-colored one, and looked so clean. Her labia majora were already wet and slightly parted, and her clitoris was also protruding, though not very big. It seemed that this girl was completely aroused. I used my hand to manipulate her vulva like a surgeon, using one finger to separate her plump labia minora and probe inside. I felt her tighten her grip on my finger immediately. The feeling of my finger being surrounded by a fleshy wall was truly indescribable. I used the tip of my tongue to press against her clitoris, constantly squeezing it, accompanied by her continuous moans, which increasingly sounded like she was enjoying it. As my finger moved in and out, a lot of clear fluid kept seeping out. I licked it; it didn't taste like much, just very slippery. Suddenly I heard someone come in, it sounded like someone was cleaning, carrying a trash can. The girl immediately lifted my head up, her eyes looking very tense. I reacted quickly, stepping onto the toilet and squatting down – a move I'd seen so many times on TV and in movies…

The cleaning lady opened each door one by one, collecting trash and mopping the floor. We held our breath like that. Finally, she came to my door, pushed it but couldn't open it, and loudly asked in Cantonese, "Is anyone here?"

I definitely couldn't make a sound. I stared at her, actually not nervous at all anymore, but rather feeling a little relieved. The girl was probably too engrossed in the moment, so her voice was trembling a bit. "There's someone inside." The auntie didn't say anything, just kept mopping the floor outside. Through the gaps, I could see the mop swaying back and forth by the door. Suddenly, I noticed one side of her bra, which I had torn off, sticking out from under the doorway.

It must have been accidentally knocked off when I stepped on it. The girl saw it too and hurriedly pulled it back. Then I heard the gossipy woman mutter to herself, "What are you doing in there? It's not like it's a bathroom." I didn't laugh out loud. I squatted behind her, not wanting to waste such precious time, so I stroked her delicate neck and played with her hair. After about three minutes, the gossipy woman left. I could feel that the girl wasn't so nervous anymore. I jumped down, ready to do something to her again, when she suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear... "I'll use my mouth on you, don't do this to me," she said, grabbing my penis with her hand. Because of the interruptions, my head wasn't as hot anymore, and I became very passive. She kept whispering in my ear, "You bad boy, bad boy... are you crazy? You pervert!" While saying this, she skillfully unzipped my pants. She pushed me onto the toilet seat and knelt between my legs. Oh my god, I

'd only ever seen this kind of scene in porn before. Today I could actually be the protagonist! It was so awesome... She took my penis very tightly; it seemed she often did this with her boyfriend. She kept sucking and swallowing, and soon my penis was as hard as bone, the glans swollen like an egg. The girl was very experienced; she kept increasing the speed, using her mouth to stroke the first third of my penis. I wanted to ejaculate quickly, so I cooperated with her thrusting. Watching such a beautiful woman kneeling between my legs giving me oral sex was so sensual and exciting. The scene was 1000 times more exciting than watching porn. After about 4 or 5 minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore. My body started writhing, and I started making moaning sounds. I felt my penis was about to explode. She sensed I was about to ejaculate and responded with lewd moans, stroking my scrotum. My penis started throbbing in her mouth, and she spat it out, then used her other hand to vigorously stroke it. I yelled loudly, and my semen spurted onto the door. It was a powerful ejaculation; I remember spraying about 7 or 8 times, making a sound when it hit the door. She was very gentle, her hand still moving, but slowly and lightly. When my penis completely softened, she stared blankly at her hand covered in semen. I touched her hair, and she let out an "oh," so cute! She stood up like a schoolchild who had done something wrong, motionless. I glanced at her, finding it amusing, and picked up her bra and shirt from the floor. The bra was unusable, and the clothes had fallen off. A button was missing. Luckily, her pants were already down when I came in, otherwise…

She hadn’t looked at me directly. I nudged her and asked what to do. She finally spoke, and that’s when I truly heard her usual voice—so soft and gentle. She said, “It’s all your fault.” She took the clothes from my hand and prepared to put them on. I immediately said, “No, you can’t do that.” I put on my own clothes and told her, “Wash your hands and wait for me inside. I’ll go buy them for you.” She seemed very flustered, constantly looking around and asking, “What do you need?” I said, “Wait for me.” I snatched her bra and shirt, pushed open the door, and came out. Luckily, no one was there. The girl behind me said, “Come back here!” Her voice was a little tearful. I understood; she thought I had taken her clothes and wasn’t coming back. I ran back and saw that there was a mask on her face. I whispered in her ear, “You’re so silly,” and then put my phone in her hand. “Are you scared now?” I said. The girl didn't say anything... she ran outside into a noisy crowd, and I was back in reality. A shirt and bra from Diwang—friends in Chengdu probably know how much that costs—spent over 2300 yuan on me by credit card, almost half a month's salary! But at the time, I didn't feel the pinch at all.

The shirt was from Boss. After buying it, I ran back inside and waited at the door until someone recognized me. I went in and handed her the shirt, and she actually thanked me. But when she saw the shirt was from Boss, she refused to wear it. I realized then that she was a girl from the Boss store. She put her bra back on, put on the clothes I had torn, and left without turning back to say anything… I rushed back to the office, where, of course, that tomboy gave me a good beating. I don't remember what she said at the time. I secretly went to the emergency exit, lit a cigarette, and relived the scene that had just happened… Later, I got that girl named Dai Qing into my possession and made her my slut. I often fucked her to the point of ecstasy in the building's restrooms, and she obediently became my little whore, addicted to the feeling of being fucked by me! [The End]

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