Lost his girlfriend playing online games

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I'm 19 years old, a sophomore in college. I'm 165cm tall with long legs and weigh 48kg.
Because my mother is beautiful, I inherited her good looks. I have fair and delicate skin, big eyes, a
small cherry-like mouth, and exquisite features. My long hair flows over my shoulders. I humbly say I'm in the top 5 most beautiful girls in my school.
My 34D breasts make me proud but sometimes shy. I'm my boyfriend's pride. He graduated from college and
hasn't been working for long.

Our relationship was originally very romantic and happy. Every weekend I would go to see him and spend the night with him. I
felt that he was lucky to have me. However, since he became addicted to online games, our
relationship has started to have problems...

At first, my boyfriend was always bullied in the game because of his poor equipment. Plus, since he had just started working, his monthly
salary was basically all gone, leaving no extra money to squander in the game. Later, he came up with a plan:
to create a female character and pretend to be a cross-dresser to use his beauty to trick rich men in the game into giving him equipment. My boyfriend quickly "hooked
up" with a high-ranking player on the server. Of course, these days rich people aren't stupid; you
can't just create a female character in a game and expect to succeed. The other player demanded "video verification," and my boyfriend, wanting to upgrade his equipment
, had to beg me to video chat with him to impersonate him. I was initially reluctant, but seeing my boyfriend's insistence, I had no choice but to agree
. During the video chat with that high-ranking player, I quickly won him over with my youthful energy and good looks.

My boyfriend successfully became that boss's wife. The boss gave her some game currency and
top-tier equipment she could equip. My boyfriend excitedly told me this, and I bragged to him,
"There's nothing I can't do!"

Every few days, the boss would ask my boyfriend to make phone calls. My boyfriend lied and said he'd lost his phone.
But the boss said, "Wife, you've lost your phone, so I'll buy you one. Give me your address and I'll mail it to you." My
boyfriend, who was pretending to be a transvestite, was initially nervous, but since he didn't earn much money, he couldn't resist the boss's material temptations and
gave him my school address and name. Two days later, I actually received a package.
Inside was a Sony Ericsson W908c. My boyfriend and I were very excited. My boyfriend said, "The phone
is a gift to me."

There was also a phone card inside. The boss said he would recharge the card every month, so there was no need to worry about
the phone bill...

Because after playing the game, the boss would call my husband, but my husband was pretending to be a cross-dresser, and he
would definitely be exposed if he called. So he begged me to answer the boss's calls for him and help him deal with it. Every time,
he would wake me up in the middle of the night to answer the phone and chat with his boss. At first, he would listen in, worried that I might
say something wrong, but after talking to the boss a lot, he felt at ease. After that, I would call his in-game
boss every night, sometimes for 2 or 3 hours, until my phone battery died before I hung up. My lover
would go to the computer to play games. The boss was very witty and humorous. Over time, I went from disliking
him to liking him. I felt he was very mysterious. One night, he didn't call me and I didn't know
why. I felt very lost, like I had lost something, and I even had insomnia... I can't believe it.
I can't believe

One day after school, I was heading to my boyfriend's place when my phone rang. It
was my friend, the gang leader, calling. He told me he was coming to see me, right outside the school gate
. I was flustered. We video chatted sometimes, so he recognized me. As he spoke,
a familiar yet strange man stood before me, holding a bouquet of flowers. I instinctively took the flowers, smelled
them, and he asked if I liked them. I nodded and hummed in agreement, shyly lowering my head. I
was incredibly nervous about this man who had suddenly entered my life. I pretended to be angry and asked why he hadn't
told me beforehand. He said, "I wanted to surprise you, my wife." I'm only 19; being called "wife" by a man in his forties made my heart race. I then asked him how he found me. He said, "I gave you the address you left when
I gave you the phone last time ."
He glanced at his watch and said, "It's getting late, you must be hungry. Let's go
find somewhere to eat." He took my hand and started to walk, but after a few steps, I felt like a father
holding his daughter's hand. He was old enough to be my father; I was only 19. If my classmates saw us,
they'd probably think I was someone's mistress… I quickly pulled my hand away, glared at him, and said, "Don't do this in front of
so many people, it's embarrassing." He smiled and nodded, a strange smile that sent a chill down my spine.
Panic ...

After all, I was using the phone he gave me. I had no choice; my online identity was now his wife. I
reluctantly went to dinner with him. He took me to a five-star hotel, ordered some expensive dishes,
and opened a bottle of red wine. The atmosphere was wonderful; how could a girl not be moved by such a dinner? Just as we were about to start eating,
my phone rang. I saw it was my boyfriend. I told him I was sorry, I had to take this call. I went to a secluded
spot and answered. My boyfriend asked why I was so slow; it was already dark. I wanted to
tell him what happened, but when I heard him typing away on his keyboard while playing a game, I changed
my mind. I casually made up an excuse, saying it was my friend's birthday and I was at her house, so I wouldn't be coming. He said, "
Oh, okay then. Have fun," and then hung up. I put away my phone and returned to the table. My friend asked who called,
and I said a friend. Then we began our candlelight dinner. While enjoying the food and wine, and listening
to my friend's jokes, I felt truly happy and content.

After a satisfying meal, I got up to leave when my boss suddenly grabbed my hand. I turned back, and he pulled
me into his arms, giving me a deep kiss. My face flushed from the kiss, and before I could say anything,
he spoke first, saying, "Oh my god! You're so beautiful!" Every girl wants to be praised by a man, and I was no
exception. Although I am very beautiful, hearing this compliment instantly extinguished the anger that had just welled up inside me.
The smoke cleared, and I couldn't say a word. His eyes were fixed on me, and I looked up at
him. We stared at each other for a few minutes before he spoke again. "I've already booked a room here. Come to
my room and rest. We can talk. I have so much to tell you. I'll take you home later." Then
he put his arm around my shoulder and headed for the elevator. I knew very well what
the consequences would be if I went into his room with him, but I was conflicted, my mind blank, completely confused. My legs followed
him as if possessed. When I finally snapped out of my daze, I was already sitting in his room…

We sat on the sofa, and he started talking about games, telling me about his "glorious achievements" in the game, how awesome he was, and so on .
Later, he started talking about the equipment he gave me. Since my boyfriend plays those games,
I knew absolutely nothing about them. I could only pretend to understand, nodding and smiling obsequiously. It's true what they say, "He who takes
a man's gift is bound
to do his bidding." Hearing him talk about these things made me feel guilty, like I had lied to him and stolen his things. I was afraid of him. Later, he asked me how I was using the phone he gave me, and I said I liked it
and it was pretty good. Suddenly, he "jumped" up from the sofa very quickly. I was startled. He used a
"rope" to strangle my neck. I wanted to scream but couldn't. When I came to my senses, I found a
platinum diamond pendant necklace already around my neck. He asked me tenderly and affectionately, "
Do you like the gift I gave you?" The soft light in the living room illuminated the platinum diamond necklace, leaving me
speechless. I couldn't help but scream with excitement! I think no woman can resist
the allure of jewelry! Especially since I was only 19 and had never worn one before. He heard my scream
and was excited too. My scream was the best affirmation of his gift; he felt his money wasn't wasted…

He suddenly threw himself into my arms, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my face, neck, and earlobes haphazardly.
I was aroused too, and at first I tried to push him away, but to no avail. Eventually, I
gave up resisting, letting this man in his forties, old enough to be my father, caress and play with me. Gradually,
his hands became restless, moving from my waist to my breasts. My breasts were beyond the reach of a single man's hand.
He touched
"Don't touch me, don't move." He supported my waist with one hand and my legs with the other, picked me up, and carried me into the bedroom.
I kicked my legs and pinched his arm to make him put me down, but by then, it was too late
to stop him. As I was thrown heavily onto the bed, he turned on the bedroom light and quickly
stripped naked in front of me. I covered my face with my hands, too shy to look at him, but I could still see through my fingers that he
pounced on my body like a hungry tiger. He stroked my long, beautiful legs with one hand. Perhaps my
stockings had an effect on him, because he picked up my feet and smelled them. His warm breath...
His anger
stripped off my top, revealing my soft breasts encased in a milky-white bra. He also ripped off my skirt.
When he reached for my bra, I quickly tried to stop him with my bare hands, but that only played into his trap
. He grabbed my hands tightly and forced me onto his lap. His large, erect penis was already
pointed at me. Although I was shy, I was still curious to see his penis. Aside from my boyfriend's
, this was the first time I'd ever seen another man's. His penis was about the same length as my boyfriend's. However, his
glans was so big. My boyfriend's glans was shaped like a stubbed pencil, while his was like a big mushroom.
Before I could even finish looking at it, his huge penis was already pressed against my lips. I knew he wanted me to suck it for
him; my boyfriend also wanted me to do that, but I'd never agreed. When I had my period,
I always used my hand to help him because I felt it was dirty and I was scared. My mouth had never held a man's
penis before, but it looked like I wouldn't be able to tonight. He pressed his penis against my lips and rubbed it
against them. I kept my lips tightly closed to prevent him from entering. He said to me, "Honey, be good." "Only a good husband will cherish you
," he sang to me. "Little bunny, open your mouth." I couldn't help but chuckle. His large
glans then invaded my mouth. My tongue was the first to touch the mushroom-like
opening. I tried to push it out with my tongue, but instead of getting it out, it stimulated it.
The contact between my tongue and his glans excited him, and he used a little more force, inserting about a third of his penis
into my mouth. I wouldn't stand for it! How could he treat me like this? I've never even had my husband's penis
in my mouth, and now a stranger's penis is in mine! I tightly closed my mouth and bit down on the flesh that had entered.
The force was so strong that he couldn't penetrate further. Perhaps because he was in a hurry or used too much force, he let out a scream: "Wife
, have mercy! You're about to bite my manhood off!" Seeing his pained expression, I thought, "This
is just me teaching you a lesson, see if you dare do it again!" But seeing how much pain he seemed to be in, and
fearing I might cause more harm, I slowly loosened my teeth. He said, "Okay, okay, that's right. Don't bite anymore
, or you'll kill me!" I believed him and never dared to bite his penis again. Although my teeth
were loosened, he didn't seem to be trying to pull it out. Was it stuck in his mouth and
he couldn't get it out? He also held his penis with his hand. I thought he was going to pull it out, so I opened my mouth
wide to cooperate. He started to pull his penis out, but just as the glans was about to leave my mouth, he suddenly thrust it back in.
After a few thrusts, I realized he had no intention of pulling out at all. I tightly closed my
mouth again and took his large glans in, preventing him from going any deeper. When he saw me biting his penis again, he
quickly warned me not to use my teeth, saying it would be dangerous. Hearing him say that, I really didn't dare to bite with my teeth. I
could only use my mouth to hold his glans, preventing him from going in further, and use my tongue to "push" his glans out. He, on the other hand,
forcefully thrust his penis into my mouth. I found that without using my teeth, it seemed like my mouth couldn't hold his penis at all; he always managed to...
He inserted it very deep, then my tongue pushed it back in, but just as the glans was about to leave, his penis would push it back in again
. This went on for several minutes, a struggle I waged. I glanced at him; he was
groaning with his mouth open, seemingly enjoying it. I realized then that my tongue was futile; my mouth had
become a tool for his lust, serving him. The thought made me break down. I stopped gripping his penis with my mouth
, stopped pushing with my tongue, letting his penis go in and out of my mouth. Just
when I was getting bored, he shoved his entire penis into my mouth. Caught off guard,
the glans hit my throat directly. Then, as soon as it was pulled out, it was immediately pushed back in. This happened several times,
making my throat feel uncomfortable and nauseous. Then he grabbed my head with both hands and shoved his entire penis into my
mouth, this time seemingly with no intention of pulling it out. I was breathing heavily , my nose and lips pressed against his stomach.
Breathing was difficult through my nose, and I couldn't breathe through my mouth or throat either. His penis was pressing against my throat, and I felt like vomiting. He
pressed my head down hard, his entire penis inside my mouth and throat. After about ten seconds, I felt suffocated
and couldn't breathe. My eyes rolled back, and I was so suffocated that my eyes turned white. Tears streamed down my face
. I still couldn't breathe. After another ten seconds, I tried to bite his penis with my teeth, but it was too deep in my throat
, and I couldn't close my mouth to bite it. I felt so tired and sleepy. Just as I was about to pass out, he finally
released me and pulled his penis out of my mouth. I gasped for air, but choked and coughed
for a while. I lay on the bed, tears streaming down my face. I felt like I was just a hair's breadth away from dying. He then put his penis back in
my mouth and thrust in and out for a while. Perhaps because my mouth and tongue weren't cooperating, he
got bored and pulled it out.

The older brother straddled me, pulled off my bra, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and brought his mouth to my breasts,
kissing, licking, and biting them. My breasts were my sensitive area, and with his ministrations, I quickly forgot the humiliation I had just experienced,
softly moaning and enjoying his caresses. After he had his fill of my breasts, he licked down my cleavage with his tongue,
licking my navel, and then down my lower abdomen. He pulled off my panties, buried his nose in my
pubic hair, greedily inhaling the scent of my flesh and the unique aroma of a young girl. Then, with a forceful movement, he spread my legs
, buried his head between them, licked my clitoris with his tongue, and stroked my inner thighs and groin with his fingers, slowly
moving towards my vulva. He seemed to hear the murmuring of water inside, and inserted a finger inside...
He probed , then inserted another finger. His tongue frantically sucked and licked my clitoris, while two fingers
churned inside me. He brought me to a climax, making me feel like I was floating on clouds. Under the constant
stimulation of his tongue and fingers, I was overwhelmed and couldn't withstand the stimulation. I tried to escape but couldn't shake him off. In desperation,
I squeezed my legs together, trying to get him to stop. But he didn't stop; his
tongue and fingers continued their mischief. I couldn't bear it any longer and screamed. Immediately, my vaginal
fluids gushed out, and he drank every last drop…

After my first orgasm, I was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. He was still excited, his mouth still wet with my fluids…
His large penis ,
forward with all his might, and the head of his penis disappeared into my vagina instantly. Because his penis was
much larger than my boyfriend's, I could feel the difference as soon as it entered. Plus, my vagina is
very tight because I haven't had sex often and I'm young. Suddenly having his huge penis inside me was incredibly pleasurable. Luckily, I had just had a strong orgasm,
so the lubrication made it easy to pass through; otherwise, I would have been in excruciating pain. He thrust in and out, hitting
my cervix immediately, his entire penis submerged inside me. He started slowly thrusting, and
after about 40 or 50 thrusts, he flipped me over and put me in doggy style, my ass sticking up for him to fuck. He thrust gently a few times, then suddenly increased the force and
speed, fucking me hard for over 100 thrusts. I was so wet from his penetration that my vaginal fluids flowed freely down my vulva.
My legs were straight... He flipped me over again, put my legs on his shoulders, and gently thrust in and out about 30 times.
Then he put one of my legs down, grabbed my foot with both hands, licked my toes with his tongue, and
thrust his big cock hard into my pussy. Based on my experience, my boyfriend usually thrusts for more than 200 times. After
playing for more than 10 minutes, he would ejaculate, let alone him, who was so fast. After he had his fill of my feet, he finally put
my legs down from his shoulders, then pressed my legs towards my head, making me into a U-shape. He held
my legs down and pressed them against his body, fucking my tender hole hard with his big cock. Now my pussy
was already very wet from his big cock. I felt he was about to ejaculate, so I told him not to ejaculate inside.
He stopped thrusting and laughed, saying, "Ejaculate? This is just the beginning, it's not time yet
." Then he pressed down and kissed my neck, kissing me while thrusting his penis into me. He put his tongue
in my mouth and sucked, his penis thrusting hard into my vagina. Under this stimulation, I had
my third orgasm…

More than half an hour passed, and this beast had fucked me thousands of times. Now I could only moan, completely
powerless, lying on the bed at his mercy. Every time his penis entered and exited my vagina, I would naturally let
out a seductive moan. He held my legs and thrust for another 20 minutes, finally pressing down on me and
… During the final thrust, my boyfriend, who usually ejaculates in about a minute, thrust for over ten minutes, pressing down on my
body and pumping wildly. At that moment, I didn't care about getting pregnant from ejaculating inside me; I just wanted him
to finish quickly. Finally, I felt gushes of hot semen gushing out, scalding me and giving me my sixth
orgasm of the night… My God, he fucked me for over an hour, thrusting thousands of times, and I orgasmed six times.
My body was completely exhausted from being fucked by him. My boyfriend couldn't compare to him at all. Later, I found out he had taken
drugs that night…

The next morning, when I woke up, I found his penis still inside me. I reached out to pull it out, and then…
I woke him up. We were both naked, and things had come to this point, so there was nothing to be ashamed of
. But remembering how he had ravaged me last night, I pinched him a few times. He came closer and started
being affectionate. Then he wanted more. Because he had been so rough with me last night, my vagina was red and swollen.
It hurt as soon as he thrust in and out a few times. I begged him I couldn't do it today, and he finally said okay, no.
"Look how hard I am now, help me finish," I said, reaching out to help him masturbate. He said he didn't like hands, pointing
to my mouth. I disagreed, so he said, "Then let's do it from below." He said, "You already did it last night,
what's wrong with doing it again?" I had no choice, and thinking about it, I agreed. This time, it was to make him
ejaculate faster. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked his glans, finally taking it into my mouth and sucking. Because it was my first time
using my mouth to serve a man, I didn't have much skill or experience. After that, I did whatever he said. He told me
to lick his glans and testicles with my tongue, which I did. Finally, he put his penis into my mouth. Barry
thrust in and out, and I opened my mouth to meet his thrusts. Finally, his large penis ejaculated inside my mouth.
His penis was warm, and it released hot semen. I tasted it; the taste was indeed strange and not very good
. After he finished ejaculating in my mouth, he pulled out his limp penis. The semen in my mouth dripped down the corners of my lips
. He looked at me with satisfaction and said that this was all a man's essence, good for beauty, and that eating it would
be good for me. I was skeptical, but I still swallowed a few mouthfuls and then naively asked if I would get pregnant
. He said no…

From that day on, I secretly went on dates with my boyfriend, had meals together, and slept with him. My boyfriend
slept with me once a week, and he always used a condom. When my boyfriend held me while we slept, I thought to myself, “Your boss sleeps with your
wife 3 or 4 times a week, and he doesn’t even use a condom…”

My boyfriend finally got the top-of-the-line equipment; he could even access his boss’s account…

One day, my boss asked me out to dinner, and I readily accepted. It was a large table, just the two of us eating
. At the table, my boss took out some photos and placed them on the table. I took them and looked at them. Oh my god, they were all
nude photos of me being fucked. Some showed me with a man’s penis inside my vagina, some with a penis in my mouth
, some with semen flowing from my vagina, some with semen flowing from my mouth, and some with semen all over my face. I
couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. At this moment, my boss spoke up: “You don’t want your husband and friends to see these photos, do
you?” I was furious and terrified. He shouted, "Isn't that right?" I said yes, and told him not to let anyone see it and to give
me back the photos. He said, "As long as you behave and listen to me, everything will be fine." I said, "Do whatever I say, or else
... Heh... He's using my own nude photos to blackmail me. Now that he has them, I have no choice but
to obey him."

Seeing that I had given in, he grinned lewdly at me and ordered me to crawl under the table and give him oral sex. I
had no choice but to comply, crawling under the tablecloth, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his penis. He then added
that he hadn't showered for two days and told me to lick it clean with my mouth. I smelled a stench that assaulted my nostrils
, but since the photo was in his hand, I had to lick it clean. I stuck out my tongue, enduring the stench of urine, and licked
his penis. Soon, with my efforts, his penis grew larger, the glans emerging from the foreskin. Because
he hadn't showered, the filth from under his foreskin was also licked into my mouth. The disgusting taste, the nauseating sensation—I wanted to vomit,
but with his penis inside my mouth, I couldn't. He sat at the table eating, and I knelt under the table giving him oral sex. Finally,
he ejaculated in my mouth. He ejaculated a lot that day. To avoid getting semen on his pants, I only…
I tried to catch his semen with my mouth, even though I opened it wide, because so much of it came out,
some still spilled out. After helping him put on his underwear and fastening his belt, I
crawled out from under the tablecloth with the semen still in my mouth and ran straight to the bathroom. Because there was still some semen on the corner of my mouth, the male waiters who passed by looked at me with strange
eyes. When I got to the bathroom, I vomited, throwing up his semen, the food I had just eaten, and all his filth
. I even wanted to throw up everything I had eaten in the past week. I cried all night when I got home…

Later, he got me pregnant. He made me have an abortion, and since I was young, I had no choice but to go. After the abortion, he
told me he knew all along my husband had lied to him, saying he only gave him the equipment because of my looks, all for
my sake. After that, he stopped contacting me. At the same time, my husband received nude photos of me from him. My husband broke down
and smashed his computer. I didn't have anything to say, and we broke up. Later, I dropped out of school and
started going to bars and nightclubs, beginning my life of drowning my sorrows in alcohol.
[The End]

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