A crazy experience

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This was an unforgettable experience for me, and it marked the beginning of my lifelong passion for sex. 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 hadn't had any sex during that time. Friends who have had similar experiences know that this was extremely difficult. I used to be able to solve this through masturbation, 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 full of boutiques selling designer clothing. The women inside are all very beautiful, and they are mostly wearing tight 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. 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 completely bewitched, dizzy and disoriented. I went to the office break room, poured myself a glass of ice water, and gulped it down. It cleared my head considerably. Then I realized I hadn't eaten lunch and was starving. I rushed out of the office and headed to McDonald's on the first floor. Work started at 1:30 PM, and I needed to finish eating before then and get back quickly, or that damned 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 only one thought remained in my mind: I had to have sex with her. When we reached the restroom, she turned and went into the women's room, while I stood there, frozen, my heart still pounding. Around noon... There were very few people, and it was very 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 pretty girl! My gaze shifted to her lower body; between her fair thighs, there was a lot of dark pubic hair. The girl let out a scream... I was startled. Strangely, her voice wasn't very loud, otherwise I would have run away in fright. Because 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 she easily let me silence her with a kiss. Her lips were so soft and smooth, and they had a slightly sweet taste, probably because of the lipstick. My tongue forcefully parted her teeth and invaded her warm, moist mouth. Her head shook violently, making soft moaning sounds, which only aroused me more. I held her tightly from behind, pressing my body against hers. I held her tightly, and with my hand, I pulled up her shirt from behind, grabbing the strap of her bra. She felt me trying to take off her bra and twisted her body violently, trying to resist, but I was much stronger than her. I was too lazy to undo it, so I ripped her bra off with a burst of strength. My hands caressed her smooth back wantonly, and my erect penis pressed tightly against her soft abdomen, thrusting against her repeatedly. Just as my hands were about to tear off her shirt again, she suddenly stopped moving, like a deflated balloon, slumped against me, and stopped shaking her head violently, letting 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 let go, afraid she'd scream. Then I felt some wet liquid sliding down my face—it was her eyelashes. But strangely, her eyes acted like a fire extinguisher, instantly extinguishing all my lust. (I can't stand eyelashes, am I too useless?) I immediately sobered up. In just a few minutes, I went from extreme excitement to a complete collapse, and my rationality returned. We remained in that position for what seemed like an eternity when suddenly we heard several women's voices coming from the corridor, approaching. Before I could react, they pushed open the door and entered. My heart, which had just started beating again, raced again—this time from fright. Even my penis 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 got hard again and pressed against her lower abdomen. She was just pushing me away desperately without making any sound, only a few moans and groans. This was so stimulating to me, as if she was implying that I could do this to her. I grabbed her arms, lifted her up, and pinned her against the door. 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 pressed down, a deep cleavage was formed on her chest.

Her skin was so white it almost blinded me, 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, perhaps because she hadn't been kissed by many men. I lowered my head to kiss her breasts, but she shook violently, forcing me to rub my nose against them, inhaling their sweet scent. Just as I was about to lose patience and unbutton her clothes, someone else suddenly came in, wearing high heels, clattering loudly. She stopped resisting, simply burying her head deeply, her long... Her black hair obscured her face. This time, I was more experienced; she was afraid people outside would know she was being molested inside. So, I slowly but firmly unbuttoned her clothes, one piece at a time. Because she dared not make a sound, her tight-fitting shirt was quickly under my foot. My hands grabbed her firm, round breasts, kneading them desperately, my thumbs circling her nipples. She let out barely audible moans. The other woman was in the stall next to us, doing something I couldn't tell what. Hearing the soft rustling sounds, I hoped it would last 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 tips of my teeth. I could feel the tiny bumps on her nipples. My tongue swept across her nipples, then I took them into my mouth again, sucking hard. One hand grabbed her breast and shook it vigorously. Her breasts were very elastic; pressing them down felt like they bounced back. Suddenly, she let out a long moan, something like "Ahhh!" 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. Fortunately, my elbow was braced against the door, otherwise she would have fallen. I helped her onto the toilet. The clattering sounds faded into the distance, and 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, "Is it good?" She still managed to utter a few words softly from her throat, "Hurry up and finish... okay?" At this moment, all I wanted to do was indulge in playing with this exquisite beauty. I whispered in her ear, "No, I'm going to do you slowly." She let out a muffled moan. My mouth slowly moved from her ear to her neck. I kissed her shoulder again, biting it hard and leaving red marks. My hands held her firm waist, and I pressed my face against her smooth belly, swirling my tongue around her navel until she gasped for breath. She was like a docile lamb, only occasionally lowering her body to maintain her last bit of self-respect, otherwise just slowly enjoying herself. My mouth finally led to her forbidden area. Because she had just urinated, I could smell a slight odor, but it wasn't very strong.

She pushed my head away with her hands, saying no, no. I forcefully spread her thighs apart and buried my head in them. Her pubic hair touched my face, which was a little uncomfortable, so I used my hand to smooth it away, 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 manipulated her vulva with my hand 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 indescribable. I pressed her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, squeezing it continuously, accompanied by her continuous moans, which were becoming more and more like pleasure. 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, her eyes 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, and finally she came to me. She tried to push me open but couldn't, and loudly asked in Cantonese, "Is anyone here?"

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

I must have accidentally stepped on it and knocked it off. The girl saw it too and hurriedly pulled it back. Then I heard that gossipy woman mutter to herself, "What are you doing in there? It's not a bathroom." I didn't laugh out loud. I was squatting 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 it to her again, when she suddenly hugged me and whispered in my ear, "I'll help you with your mouth, don't do this to me." She then reached for my penis. Because of the interruptions, my head wasn't so hot anymore, and I became very passive. She kept saying in my ear, "You bad guy, bad guy... are you crazy? You pervert!" As she spoke, 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 scenes like this in porn before. Today I was actually the star! It was so awesome… She was holding my penis so tightly; it seemed she and her boyfriend did this often. She kept sucking and swallowing, and soon my penis was as hard as bone, the glans swollen like an egg. That 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—this sensual scene was 1000 times more enjoyable than watching porn. It was probably around 4 or 5 minutes. After about a minute, I couldn't hold back anymore. My body started to writhe, and I started making "mmm" sounds. I felt my penis was about to explode. She sensed I was about to ejaculate and responded with wanton 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 seven or eight times, making a sound as it hit the door. She was very gentle, her hand still stroking me, but slowly and lightly. When my penis completely softened, she stared blankly at me. With my hands covered in semen, I touched her hair. She let out a soft "oh," the kind of cute sound, and stood up like a schoolchild who'd done something wrong, completely still. I glanced at her, finding it amusing, and picked up her bra and shirt from the floor. The bra was unusable, and a button was missing from her shirt. 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 only then did I truly hear her usual voice—so soft, so gentle. She said, "It's all your fault." She took the clothes from my hand and prepared to put them on. I immediately… I said, "No, this won't do." I got dressed and told her, "Wash your hands and wait for me inside. I'll go buy it for you." She seemed flustered, constantly looking around and asking, "What do you need?" I said, "Wait for me." I grabbed 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 realized she thought I had taken her clothes and wasn't coming back. I ran back and saw that she really had tears 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... I ran outside into a noisy crowd. I was back in the real world. A shirt and a bra—people in Chengdu probably know how much that costs. I spent over 2300 yuan on my card, which is almost half a month's salary. But at the time, I really didn't feel any pain. I bought the shirt at Boss. After buying it, I ran back, waited at the door until the person inside recognized me, and I went in to hand her the shirt. She actually thanked me. But when she saw the shirt was from Boss, she refused to wear it. I realized she was a girl from the Boss store.

She put her bra back on, put on the clothes I had torn, and without turning around, said anything to me, "I'm leaving now..." I hurriedly ran back to my office, where, of course, that tomboy gave me a good beating. But I don't remember what she said at the time. I secretly ran to the emergency exit, lit a cigarette, and relived what had just happened... Later, I got that girl named Dai Qing into my life, making 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!

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