[Unlucky in love]

I met her online, by chance. At that time, I had only recently arrived in this city, and every

night, bored, I would sit in front of the computer, browse forums, and look at websites. I'd also watch some adult films from porn sites.

But later I found it increasingly boring, because sharing is better than enjoying alone. Watching alone

was just the same old thing, and even with the vast and developed Japanese AV industry, there were fewer and fewer new

works being produced. It seemed either our tastes were getting higher, or AV

directors were running out of ideas.

Faced with this situation, lowering my standards was painful and frustrating, and waiting for AV to develop to a level that satisfied

my tastes was a long time coming. Helpless, I had to find my own way to have fun.

So I learned a trick from online chat: inviting girls online to share AVs. Now it seems like an

old-fashioned approach, but back then it was very exciting and fulfilling. That's how

I met her while watching AVs on QQ.

At first, we watched adult videos together and exchanged sexual techniques and experiences. She was always very proactive in talking about

how attractive her sexual function was. Of course, I was so captivated that I drooled and broke one keyboard after another.

After watching adult videos for a while, one night she asked to video chat with me. I told her I didn't have

a webcam , which is one of the reasons I've been able to successfully invite one girl after another to watch adult videos together, because many

girls are very averse to video chat. But since she asked, how could I refuse? Unfortunately, I didn't have one at the time

, so after enduring a long night, I went to the market the next morning and bought one.

The next night, we met online as agreed. After we started video chatting, she wasn't as beautiful and radiant as I had imagined

; she was just average, like a woman you could see anywhere on the street. Of course, she wasn't ugly either. She

looked to be in her thirties. To be honest, I had never been with a woman in her thirties before, and online enthusiasts

always drooled over these kinds of mature women. So, with a mix of hope and anticipation, I chatted with her

while continuing to watch adult videos.

The stimulating scenes in the movie repeatedly assaulted my fragile nerves, and coupled with having been inactive for so long, I was incredibly

horny. She, without batting an eye or skipping a beat, commented on the skill levels of the male and female characters in the AV

while chatting with me about life, work, everything.

As we chatted for a while, she developed a strange fondness for me, a feeling that something had grown over time,

even though we hadn't slept together yet. But I believed that it was only a matter of time before we did. Adhering to

the principle of not scaring her away or letting her slip away, I slowly cultivated that opportunity. Actually, in the end, I realized that it was more like she was

cultivating the opportunity to sleep with me.

Chatting with her every night, watching movies, and talking about sex had become a habit. Sometimes when she wasn't

online , I would wait for her. And no matter what day it was, even if it was 1 a.m., she would pop up briefly, chat for a few minutes,

and say goodnight.

Doesn't that sound a bit like a couple?

Sometimes, I would tentatively ask her, "If I asked you to meet up, would you?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll do something bad to you?"

"Hehe, it's just a small thing between men and women, I'm not afraid."

"Then I'll come tomorrow?"

"No, I don't want us to lose even our friendship after we meet. We have a great chat,

you're my best online friend, and I want to cherish that."

"No, even if we meet, I won't force you to have sex with me. Even if we do have sex, I

won't ignore you."

"Hehe, I've seen you say that way far too many times. The result is always the same, so don't overthink

it." "Waaaah,

really, I won't."

"Okay, go to sleep, I'll chat with you again tomorrow." Then, without letting me say anything more, she went offline.

This scenario repeated itself again and again. But I didn't blame her, nor was I in a hurry

. It's said that slow and steady wins the race when it comes to making good maltose.

About a month later, my dependence on her had clearly increased, while she seemed to be

gradually becoming distant. We talked less on QQ, and even when we watched AV together, she wasn't as talkative anymore

. When I initiated conversations, she would only respond with perfunctory replies. This made me quite anxious; sleeping together seemed secondary .

I felt like a source of comfort was about to disappear, and I didn't even know why. A feeling of helplessness filled the room

at night .

Later, the chances of seeing her online at night became significantly fewer; sometimes I wouldn't see her for four or five days.

I didn't dare mention meeting up anymore, because if I did, I might never see her again.

By the end of November, the weather was getting colder, and even wearing a thick coat, I felt the chill in front of the computer. We

hadn't talked for almost ten days, and when we did go online, it was just to say hello. That night,

while , she messaged me, wanting to watch AV.

This used to be a routine thing for her, but in the past two months, it felt like such a luxurious fantasy. I

quickly agreed, found the latest downloaded movie that I thought was pretty good, and then watched it with her on QQ. This time,

she still didn't talk much. Fortunately, the movie was quite good, with a plot, and the sex scenes were both tender and exciting at crucial moments

.

When we were more than halfway through, she said, "Little brother, I'm so wet down there."

"Do you want it?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll come over and satisfy you."

"It's too late, and it's too far." We already knew from our chat that we both

worked . Although we were in the same city, I was in the southeast of the main urban area, while she was in a

small suburban county town in the northwest of the city.

"It's okay, I can take a taxi."

"That's too much money, how about tomorrow?"

"No, I want to come and comfort you now." Actually, I was really afraid to go there now. Not to mention the difficulty of getting a taxi, even if

there were a taxi, it would cost at least 500 yuan, which was not something a working-class guy like me could afford to waste.

But of course, I had to say that I had to come.

"Listen to me, tonight you'll keep me company online."

"Oh, okay..." I took the opportunity to agree, pretending to be reluctant.

"I want to see your dick, we've been chatting for so long and I haven't seen your penis yet!"

"Okay." I didn't dare suggest seeing her vagina, afraid of upsetting her and ruining tomorrow's plans.

I sat in front of the webcam, pulled down my pants, and exposed my penis.

"Your penis is quite large!" she texted.

My penis isn't actually that big, about 15cm. With frequent masturbation, it's

a bit . I guess she was just trying to comfort me.

Then she said wait a minute, and after a while, I heard a "buzzing" sound from the computer, and then

she said "hello." Turns out she was getting her headset ready.

I was already fully equipped, so I quickly responded, and that's how we had our first voice and video chat.

Her voice was very nice. She said in the headset, "Little brother, use your glove to masturbate your penis."

I was already very skilled at masturbation, so I didn't need her instructions. At her request, I started

masturbating in front of the webcam. My penis was thick, hard, and burning hot from my ministrations; the purplish-red glans reflected

a bluish glow under the light .

She was in the earpiece, initially speaking to instruct me, but seeing my skill, she stopped talking.

All I could hear was her panting. In the video, her face was flushed, her lips dry, but

certainly not as wildly unrestrained as depicted in erotic fantasies. In my presence, she always appeared refined and elegant,

mature yet composed. Although we often talked about sex, we rarely used vulgar language.

To satisfy her, I spat some saliva into my palm and smeared it on my penis, partly to reduce the dryness and

pain of friction, and partly to make the sight of the thick, white saliva rolling around on it even more erotic.

On the other end of the computer, she reached down and fiddled with it, yet in the video, she wasn't naked. Only

in my earpiece, her voice was like a surging, continuous ocean wave.

While I was rapidly stroking my penis, I enjoyed her ecstatic breaths. I imagined her wet, overflowing

vagina, the red flesh rolling and turning under the rubbing of my fingers.

The more I thought about it, the more intense the pleasure in my penis became, and soon I reached orgasm. White semen spurted

out , spraying a long trail of semen onto the keyboard.

At that moment, she let out a few soft moans, "Ugh... ugh..." and then fell silent. I think she must have

orgasmed.

It's hard to believe that I usually only ejaculate a little bit when I masturbate, but today I ejaculated so much, so

intensely. This is the most satisfying masturbation I've ever had!

She didn't say anything on the video for a long time, and I just watched her quietly. After a while, she said, "Little brother, come tomorrow

, I want to have sex with you." "Okay." I was overjoyed, but I remained calm and gentlemanly, unlike a wolf that couldn't help but show its greedy look at its prey

after a long wait . 　　"My phone number is 138xxxxxxxxxx. Call me when you come tomorrow." Then she said goodnight and logged off. 　　I shouldn't have been able to sleep tonight, but perhaps because I was too excited earlier, my libido subsided, and I felt very tired , so I slowly drifted off to sleep. 　　When I woke up the next morning, it was already 9:30. Remembering our agreement from last night, I quickly got up, grabbed my phone, and dialed her number. The call went through! 　　"Hello?" Her sleepy voice came from the other end of the line; she probably hadn't gotten up yet. 　　"Sis, it's me." I hadn't given her my phone number before, so I introduced myself first. 　　She recognized my voice and said, "Oh, it's you. Are you coming?" 　　"Yes, I'm waiting for the bus." I lied, just in case she changed her mind. 　　"Oh, take a bus to the city center, then transfer to bus number XX at the terminal station. Take it to the last stop, and you'll get there. Call me when you're almost there, 　　and I'll come pick you up." "Okay, okay, I'm coming, sis." 　　"Mm." 　　"I'll hang up now, you can sleep a little longer." 　　"Okay, bye-bye, first." 　　"Mm, bye-bye." 　　After hanging up, I quickly washed up and rushed out the door. I bought some bread and water at a roadside snack shop and headed straight to the station. 　　On the train, I ate while thinking about how amazing sex would be later. Looking down, I saw my penis was gradually getting hard again; I really admire men's sexuality. 　　The three-hour train journey was filled with both fantasy and physical anxiety. 　　When I was almost there, I called her, and she told me to wait for her at the station. 　　At the station, while waiting for her, I imagined countless scenarios of her appearing and our conversations. I also imagined her outfit today; although I'd seen her in videos many times, it still filled me with beautiful fantasies. 　　A moment later, my phone rang. I saw someone across the street waving at me. She probably recognized me when she saw me answer the phone. 　　She was wearing a beige long dress, not very tall, much shorter than she looked in the video. As she got closer, I noticed deep red, round marks on her face, like frostbite, one on each side. 　　She looked quite different from the video. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but then I thought, I'm not going to marry her, I'm just here to have sex with her, why think that? 　　Just then, I reached her. She smiled slightly and said, "You're here." 　　I smiled back and said, "Yeah, it's been a long way." Luckily, she didn't realize what I was thinking. 　　"Let's find a place to eat first!" 　　"Okay." 　　"What do you want to eat?" 　　"Anything is fine, it's your turf, you decide." 　　"Hehe, okay." 　　We went to a farmhouse restaurant, ordered a few dishes, and she finally ordered a stewed pig's trotter. I smiled ; this woman was clearly shrewd. She smiled back. 　　She didn't talk much during the meal. After finishing, she said, "There's a place nearby, let's go rest for a bit . You look tired from the car ride." 　　"Yeah, you noticed, haha." 　　"Of course, who am I? Haha." 　　They took a taxi to a place called Baiyun Hotel, got out, and went inside. The receptionist saw her, gave her a strange smile that was hard detect, and then handed her a slip of paper.

Seeing how familiar they were, I guessed she was a regular here. She booked the room, paid, took

the key , and led me upstairs to my room.

Once inside, we didn't passionately kiss. She said she was going to shower first, so I sat outside watching

TV and waited for her. After she finished showering, she came out and pushed me into the shower. While showering, I found a soaking wet

piece of paper in the trash can, and I could vaguely make out the message: 10 PM, Room 505, 400 overnight,

don't forget.

I realized she was a prostitute.

My libido instantly diminished, but it was too late; I could only go with the flow.

After showering, I sat on the bed, and she started kissing me. I intentionally avoided kissing her on the lips. She didn't force it,

just kept kissing me downwards. Then she pulled off my towel and started sucking on my penis.

Soon, I felt it. I hugged her, pulled off her towel, and saw her dark nipples, which

were noticeably sagging, but her skin was still quite nice. I didn't want to think too much, and I certainly didn't want to kiss her, so I just used my hands to knead her.

She quickly started sucking on my penis, making "smack, smack, smack" sounds, while

moaning .

I touched her vulva; it was already soaking wet. I slowly started probing, but her moans

grew louder and louder. Finally, she spat out my penis, breathing heavily.

After a while, she couldn't take it anymore. She broke free, laid me on the bed, rolled over, and

started licking my anus. It felt a little numb, but mostly a strange sense of nausea.

I struggled a few times, and she realized I didn't want to. She rolled over, spread her legs, and lay there waiting for me to penetrate her.

I realized, "Oh no, I didn't bring a condom."

Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she grabbed a condom from the bedside table and put it on me.

I lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders. It was the first time I'd seen her vulva; it was dark like a nipple

, and the vaginal fluid glistened on her pubic hair.

I had no interest in appreciating it; I just wanted a quick finish. I thrust my penis in hard, all the way to the bottom. She let out

a soft "Ah!

" and opened her mouth wide. I didn't care if she was genuine or not, and I started fucking her fast. She moaned loudly, accompanied by the squelching and smacking sounds from below, which seemed like a beautiful

sex symphony.

The more I wanted to finish quickly, the less I could. I thrust hard and fast, but there wasn't much pleasure. Touching her slightly

thin body and not-so-full breasts, my penis didn't stop for a moment, and I didn't even bother to change positions.

After continuous fucking, the feeling finally came. With my increasingly heavy and fast thrusts, she climaxed.

Her vagina gripped me tightly, making the feeling even more intense. After a few more hard thrusts, I pressed deeply against her cervix and ejaculated

into her vagina, though I had a condom in between.

After it was over, she said with satisfaction, "Little brother, you're so amazing! I like it."

"I like you too, sister." It didn't matter if I said it against my will; it was all just acting, completely fake.

After resting for a while, she went to take a shower, and I secretly slipped 200 yuan into her pocket.

Then I took a shower and came out.

She saw me off at the station, then reluctantly watched me board the train. I smiled at her and said, "

Thank you, sister. I'm leaving now. Let's keep in touch."

She nodded deeply. She watched me board the train until it was far away.

Halfway through the journey, she sent me a message: "Little brother, you're a good person. May good people have a peaceful life."

I sneered and blocked her number.

[The End]

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