[He was sexually assaulted by a beautiful woman driving a BMW Z4, and it happened inside the car.]

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That happened during my senior year of college. It was
a snowy night.
Around midnight, I received confirmation that my girlfriend had been cheating on me.
My mood was as cold as the weather outside the window, enough to freeze the entire city of Beijing.
I was too proud to tell my roommates, and feeling suffocated, I couldn't sleep. So I went outside to smoke in the snow
.
After smoking half a pack, I still wasn't relieved, so I went to a large internet cafe near the school to play World of Warcraft to vent.
That night, the internet cafe wasn't crowded, and I chose a quiet corner to unwind.
After playing for over an hour, the two people around me paid and left, leaving me with
a whole row of computers.
Then a couple came in and chose two empty computers behind me.
I glanced at them and noticed they were a perfect match; the man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, and they were
both very fashionable, like South Korean celebrities. I wondered why people like that would come to an internet cafe.
I was feeling incredibly jealous because my girlfriend cheated on me, so whenever I saw couples, I naturally started cursing them.
While playing World of Warcraft, I cursed the two of them behind me for betraying each other.
And my curse actually worked! Less than five minutes after they sat down, I heard a loud slap
:
*slap!
* I immediately turned around and saw the man standing there, covering his face and glaring angrily at the woman.
The woman coolly pointed and, in a low voice, yelled at the man, "Get out of here! I don't want to see you right now!"
The man didn't say a word and left.
Only the woman remained sitting silently in front of the computer.
I immediately thought to myself, "The man was probably having an affair online, and the woman brought him to the internet cafe to confront him
." I laughed so hard.
I turned around and carefully examined the woman. I noticed she was ruthless, but possessed a refined air. I estimated her age
to be around 26, but her skin was still like a young girl's—fair and smooth, almost oily. She had straight, chin-length
hair, and her eyes were deep and cold, giving her a rational yet fashionable look.
Her attire was also stylish: a short black leather jacket, a bohemian
shawl draped over her shoulders, grey plaid wool trousers, and high-quality pointed boots.
Having a woman like that as a girlfriend and still cheating—I thought that guy was truly ungrateful.
The woman sat there for a long time without leaving. I turned back and played some World of Warcraft, but I couldn't concentrate.
My girlfriend's betrayal had deeply hurt me, and with such a beautiful woman sharing my pain,
I naturally had some adventurous thoughts: could we perhaps comfort each other?
The more I thought about it, the more sense it made, so I went to the administrator to exchange my machine and shamelessly sat down
next to the woman.
Getting closer, I realized how incredibly beautiful she was, like she'd had plastic surgery; no wonder she looked so much
like a South Korean.
The woman was staring at the screen, lost in thought, seemingly oblivious to someone sitting next to her.
Approaching such an elegant woman was stressful.
Several times I tried to talk to her directly, but I chickened out.
Finally, I took a deep breath, pulled out a cigarette, and pretended to look for a lighter, muttering,
"Hey? Where's my lighter?"
My lighter was in my pocket. Of course, this was just an act for the woman to hear.
She still didn't notice me.
So, I boldly tapped her shoulder and politely asked, "Excuse me, could I borrow a light?"
The woman glanced at me and retorted, "Do I look like someone who needs a light?"
I don't know where the inspiration came from, but I said, "I think you have quite a fire."
A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes, and she turned away, ignoring me.
I figured my chances of flirting with this woman were slim, but I still pretended to keep looking for a lighter.
Then the woman made a move. She pulled a gold Dupont lighter from her bag,
lit it with a "ding," and handed it to me.
Anyone who's heard a Dupont lighter light knows how pleasant and crisp the sound is.
When I heard that "ding," my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I quickly lit my cigarette and went over to borrow a light,
saying to the woman, "Thanks. You really do have a lighter."
The woman remained rather cold and ignored me.
But by then, I was emboldened by the Dupont's "ding," and tried to make conversation, saying, "Your boyfriend's cheating
on you, aren't he? Go beat him up."
The woman gave me an unhappy look.
I didn't back down and continued, "My girlfriend is cheating on me with other men too. I came to this internet cafe because I'm so
depressed I can't sleep."
I thought this would win her sympathy, but she just retorted, "If you don't talk, no one
will think you're mute."
I said, "Yes, I know. But if I don't talk, I won't get your attention."
She scoffed, "Why would you want my attention? Are you crazy?"
I said, "If wanting to get the attention of a stunningly beautiful woman is considered crazy, then I'm crazy."
She was exasperated and couldn't scold me anymore.
She didn't respond, and honestly, I didn't know what to say either.
We just sat there looking at our own computers for about five minutes.
I kept trying to find something to say, but I really didn't know what to say. I felt that if I didn't speak now,
we definitely wouldn't be able to comfort each other tonight.
In my haste, I pulled out my phone, typed a message, and handed it to the woman: "May I have the honor of inviting you out
for a drink?"
Without hesitation, she picked up her bag and said, "Let's go."
I hadn't expected her to agree so readily. I was still stunned when she stood up.
Only after she had walked several steps away did I realize she had agreed, and I quickly followed.
We walked side by side, neither of us speaking. She wasn't very tall; even in her high-heeled boots, she was only about 1.7 meters
, a far cry from my 1.97-meter height.
Later, when we went to pay the bill at the front desk, I offered to pay for the woman. Of course, she hadn't been there long and hadn't
spent much money.
As we left the internet cafe, the still-falling snow hit our faces.
The night wind was incredibly cold.
I saw the woman shivering a little, and I wanted to take off my coat and put it on her, but then I thought it wouldn't be appropriate—
we weren't that close yet—so I didn't do it.
When the woman came out and saw me following her, she asked, "Where's your bike?"
I had come by bicycle; back when I was in school, I always rode a bicycle. I instinctively pointed to my bike
and said, "Over there. What, you want me to give you a ride? Aren't you afraid of slipping and falling?"
The woman smiled helplessly, took a bunch of car keys from her black handbag, and pressed the
key on a row of cars downstairs.
Two "beep beeps," and a silver BMW Z4 lit up!
I wasn't just dumbfounded; I was completely, utterly, and utterly dumbfounded!
I wanted to give her a ride on my bicycle, but she had a BMW sports car!
I felt like I'd dug myself into a hole.
The woman, oblivious to my ignorance, walked to the sports car, opened the door, and, brushing
the snow off herself, asked, "Aren't you coming?"
"Yes, yes..." I stammered, following her, brushing the snow off my clothes and head, and got in with her
.
The car hadn't been parked long, and the heater was still warm inside, so it wasn't cold. However, my size
was too large for a single-seat sports car like the Z4, and it was a bit cramped.
Whether out of genuine consideration or fear I'd damage her car, the woman started the engine and
adjusted my seat using the electronic buttons.
That made me more comfortable.
Without a word, she rubbed her hands together to warm them, put her bag on the back rack, and started driving.
I didn't know what to say to such a shrewish woman, so I just sat quietly in the car, letting her take
me wherever she wanted.
After sitting for about half an hour, I started to get restless because I realized this woman was leading me towards
the suburbs.
Remembering how fiercely she had hit that man earlier, I began to worry that she might be a member of the underworld. My heart pounded, and
I tried to sound calm as I asked her, "Sister, where are you taking me?"
The woman, hearing me call her "sister," gave a soft snort and said, "What, are you scared?"
I said, "In the middle of the night, a strange, beautiful woman in a sports car is trying to take me to some remote, desolate place. If I said
I wasn't scared, I'd be a coward."
The woman smiled sweetly but didn't say anything.
I felt a chill run down my spine, wondering if I'd encountered some kind of pervert. I quickly said, "Sister, let's drive
back. I'll take you to your place; it'll definitely cheer you up."
The woman said, "The place I'll take you to will be even more entertaining."
I said with a bitter face, "Where? Is it hell?"
The woman laughed and said, "Don't ask. Just sit tight and you'll see when we get there." The more
she said that, the more flustered I became, so I quickly said, "Sister, please understand, I'm just a
poor student riding a bicycle. My country hasn't even watered my flowers yet; I'm worthless. Please don't overestimate me."
The woman didn't say anything, just smiled and drove. No
matter what I said, she wouldn't turn around. Helpless, I could only wait to see where she would take me.
Another half hour passed, and the woman had driven to a remote place I absolutely didn't recognize.
I looked out the window; the snowflakes were falling beautifully, but all around was an abandoned factory, so quiet it was
chilling.
The woman made a turn and drove the car into a dark corner.
She pulled the handbrake, and the car stopped.
At first, I was worried the woman was going to sell me, and I didn't know why she brought me here. After she turned
off the car lights and even the heater, I felt a strange feeling fill the car.
Snowflakes kept falling from the windows, large hexagonal snowflakes covering them in no time
.
I turned to look at the woman and found her expression very calm, so I asked her, "Sister, what...are we doing here
?"
The woman turned her head, looking at me with a subtle fragrance, and asked me in return, "What do you think? Why did you ask me out?"
Her words made sense. I swallowed hard and asked her, "Is there a place around here where we can get a room?"
The woman replied directly, "Isn't the place we're sitting here a room?"
I was a little dumbfounded: "In the car? This is too cramped, isn't it?"
The woman smiled faintly, took off her shawl, awkwardly placed it on the handbrake, and then, incredibly,
sat down on me.
She sat sideways on me, like someone sitting sideways on the back of a bicycle.
I'm already quite large, and with someone on my lap, you can imagine how cramped the car became. Luckily,
the Z4's design is relatively ergonomic; the seat can be adjusted slightly to create some space.
Things had already progressed far beyond my expectations, so what could I say? My heart raced, and I reached out to hug her
.
But she didn't want me to hug her, brushing my hands away and continuing to move closer.
After several adjustments, she finally straddled me comfortably.
I leaned back in the BMW's soft seat, holding onto her thighs, looking at her with a mixture of longing and shyness
.
The woman placed her hands on my shoulders, looking at me with a subtly suggestive gaze, and asked, "Have you ever done this before?"
I shook my head dumbfounded, "First time."
Hearing this, the woman's expression became even more suggestive. She stroked my chest muscles through my sweater and said,
"Are you good?"
I was slowly getting into the mood, and from behind, through her wool pants, I wrapped my arms around her shapely buttocks, deliberately
thrusting my hips forward and pressing my already somewhat erect member against her, saying, "What do you think?"
The woman smiled seductively and subtly, her eyes so alluring that I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but unfortunately, the car was too cramped.
I was still pinned down by her, unable to move. All I could do was frantically try to unzip
her leather jacket. The woman, however, was compliant, helping me take it off. Underneath, she wore a pure white wool
sweater, the kind that clings to the body, making her breasts, neither too big nor too small, very prominent.
I couldn't resist touching them. At that moment, the woman pressed herself closer to me, giving me a French kiss!
Her breath smelled of smoke, and so did mine, so the kiss wasn't very effective. But
the force of the kiss was strong; we both took off our shirts, and the violent shaking shook some of the snow off the car windows.
Although it was winter and the car wasn't heated, the atmosphere was so warm that I didn't feel cold at all.
I held the woman tightly, kissing her passionately, while she playfully rubbed her breasts against my chest.
I unbuckled her belt, slipped my hand inside her pants, and began to fondle her soft buttocks. Perhaps because she often drove,
her buttocks were much larger than her breasts; they felt like a lump of flesh, incredibly smooth to the touch.
Then she unzipped my pants and reached into my underwear, hungrily playing with my penis.
It's quite large; she couldn't even grasp it with both hands. I think that touching something like that made her
want me to have it with her immediately. She pressed herself against me passionately.
I wanted to foreplay a little longer, but the car was too cramped; I couldn't move. I had to use my hands
to reach under her underwear, and by the time I did, she was already soaking wet.
Just a light touch to her labia was enough for her to groan softly, "Ah…" She half-bent over and stood
up, struggling to move her legs, then straddled me, placing her legs on the driver's seat and laboriously
removing her boots and pants.
She was wearing a black lace thong, which she hadn't taken off.
I, too, hastily pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, revealing a huge, bare penis
standing erect in the middle of the soft leather seat.
The woman wanted me to have sex with her right away, but I was a little reluctant. I really wanted this elegant and wealthy
woman to give me oral sex, to suck my penis.
So I pushed her waist, guiding her to kneel on the driver's seat.
The woman knew I wanted her to give me oral sex without me saying anything, so she leaned over and eagerly began to give me oral sex.
I felt my penis being sucked by a very soft mouth, and I leaned back on the soft seat to enjoy it.
The woman was quite serious about giving me oral sex, which suddenly reminded me of my girlfriend. I wondered if she was having an affair and
giving oral sex to other people like this?
In a moment of excitement, I grabbed the woman's hair and pressed her head down hard, making her speed up the pace.
The woman didn't expect me to be so bold as to grab her hair and press her down, and she looked at me with a particularly submissive and charming gaze
, and started sucking me very quickly.
I was having an incredibly good time, and seeing that the woman was leaning over and looked quite tired, I helped her up.
I held her soft elbows and pulled her onto me.
The woman was finally able to have sex with me. She straddled my lap, pulled her thong to the side, and carefully
sat on my already engorged penis, which was almost bursting through the sunroof.
My penis was nearly 20 centimeters long, and the woman couldn't take it after only sitting halfway down. Her face flushed with unbearable desire, she
closed her eyes, hissing softly, afraid to sit down any further.
I, on the other hand, was just starting to enjoy myself. I grabbed the woman's waist and thrust upwards with all my might, plunging my entire penis into her honey pot
.
At that moment, the woman's head almost hit the sunroof from my thrusting. She put both hands on the roof and kept shouting
"No!"
I didn't care about her. You brought this place to me, and now you're saying no after we're doing it? What kind of logic is that?
I held her waist, using the soft seat and the car's shock absorbers to thrust into her again and again.
She cried out in pain, like she was about to give birth, trying to spread her legs to stop me from ravaging her like that.
Unfortunately, the car was too cramped; she couldn't escape me at all. The more she tried to move, the deeper I thrust, until finally I pulled her completely
into my arms, holding her like an iron clamp and thrusting hard.
The snow outside was scattered by our movements. The hazy night shrouded the violently shaking sports car, filled with the sounds of passion,
in darkness.
It was my first time experiencing that feeling. Although the space to move was small, it felt like I was sitting
on a sex machine, the soft vibrations bringing both of us to wonderful orgasms.
Even at the end, the woman was still crying out, "No!"
She felt me getting very excited, showing signs of ejaculation, and tried to push me away, pleading,
"Don't ejaculate inside me, it's not my safe period!"
I didn't want to ejaculate inside her either, but our movements were stuck in the car. I tried to pull out
, but I couldn't get away. I managed to pull out halfway before losing control, and in my excitement, I thrust all the way back
in.
At that time, my penis was at its largest, probably as strong as a primary school student's fist. It
completely forced open the woman's vagina, and with a bang, a gush of hot fluid shot into her uterus.
The woman was so overwhelmed by my climax that she didn't care about anything else, still trembling on top of me from the afterglow.
I was also infected by the woman's passion, holding her waist, and even in my semi-erect state, I brought her to another orgasm.
Later, we turned on the heater and rested for a few minutes. At the call of her wet lips, I made love to her again
.
The second time was more intense than the first. The sports car almost fell apart from the shaking, and it lasted a long time. It probably
lasted almost an hour and a half before I ejaculated. We tried every position we could in the car.
After the second ejaculation, I was really exhausted, and the woman was even more exhausted. She was too lazy to move, so she just
leaned against me naked and fell asleep.
I was also exhausted and fell asleep.
She woke up after probably less than two hours and woke me up too. We cleaned up the mess.
A lot of my semen spilled onto the leather chair, and it took the woman a long time to clean it up.
After everything was cleaned up, we drove back to the city.
She took me back to school.
During this time, neither of us asked each other's names, or even how we addressed each other.
When we arrived near the school, as I was getting out of the car, the woman, who had regained her composure,
took her tuk-tuk lighter from her handbag, handed it to me, and calmly said, "This is for you."
I didn't take it, silently got out of the car, then leaned back and said to her, "Forgetting is
the best gift we can give each other."
The woman must have been stunned by my words; she was speechless for a long time.
I, on the other hand, had already left the sports car and walked away without looking back.
My nonchalant departure wasn't to act cool; it was out of some cowardice.
This woman's silent demeanor truly terrified me. Society is too dark these days; I know there are some things I can't
afford to play with.
I hope she can truly forget me.
[The End]

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