[My Erotic Memories with an Accountant Online Friend]

She was an accounting clerk at a trading company. Her name was quite ordinary, Hong Hong. She was 25 years old, 1.66 meters tall, and weighed 56 kg. I met her in a local chat room on Sina. She had just broken up with her boyfriend a few months earlier. At that time, I spent all my time at work chatting with people there (I worked in the network department, my job was basically just staring at a computer, haha). There were both men and women. If you were familiar with people in the chat room, many people would greet you, and I had quite a few "close" relationships with girls (close means we were very close, not necessarily involved in sex; I bet you're all thinking about that, right? You're all so lewd, haha)

. One afternoon, near the end of the workday, I was chatting animatedly with someone in the public chat area when someone named "A Piece of Cloud" greeted me cautiously, shyly, and timidly. This is what she told me later. I immediately made her my primary focus. You have to pay close attention to newcomers, and be careful with your words, showing politeness and good manners, because she might be the girl for you. After chatting for a while, she said she saw I was having a good time chatting with everyone, and thought I was humorous and easygoing, so she greeted me. (You can do this when chatting in chat rooms too! Let others see what you say, deliberately showcasing your strengths to attract attention. Maybe you'll have a romantic encounter like mine, and a girl will just walk into your trap, haha.) She's usually quite busy, only having some free time before leaving work. She joined the Sina chat room by chance, haha, she was a visitor. I chatted with her for about half an hour, which was crucial, as it was about first impressions. Anyway, I fully pretended to be polite, gentlemanly, courteous, and witty (I'm so ashamed of myself, haha)

. After we got to know each other, she would chat with me every afternoon before leaving work, from our initial work and impressions of the city to our later relationship and life. At first, I only considered her a friend, vaguely hoping something would happen between us, which is why I made an effort. They say opportunity favors the patient, haha. After chatting for a few months, we became inseparable friends. Of course, I would subtly and indirectly ask her about sex, testing her trust in me and her level of sexual decency. After talking for a while, she would confide in me like a child about everything, her joys and sorrows. I was mostly a listener, occasionally offering words of agreement and guidance. I could clearly sense her growing dependence on me and her developing feelings for me. I would subtly express my affection for her, often showering her with slightly exaggerated compliments… In this way, we were like confidants, with a slightly ambiguous feeling… This was my goal: to prevent her from falling in love with me (because she knew I was married, and if she fell in love with me, it would bring me trouble; once she did, it would be hard to get rid of her. I hoped for a friendly sexual relationship, which, of course, was difficult for a conservative girl like her)

. So I remained her older brother-like friend, always the one she confided in, while I always presented a cheerful and strong image (I guess it was an act, haha). We chatted online frequently, and our text messages were constant. The relationship seemed to be heating up. Then one day, I had a major accident at work; in serious cases, I could be fired, or even face legal consequences. My usual strength crumbled. I didn't contact her for several days, turning off my phone and staying offline. When the accident investigation concluded, I was finally relieved—the responsibility was on me. After the investigation results came out, I felt a huge sense of relief. I wanted to share my happiness with her, so I turned on my phone and saw several text messages from her, all expressing concern. I could feel her longing in her words. Suddenly, my heart was touched…

??? It was a little after 8 pm. I called her directly and briefly told her I'd had an accident. She was very concerned and asked for details. Later, I said I couldn't explain everything at once and we should meet in person. So we arranged to meet at her apartment in the South Campus. From a distance, I couldn't see her clearly. Under the streetlights, I could only make out a tall, well-proportioned figure. Up close, I could say she had a beautiful figure, but her looks were average—maybe a 75 out of 100 by my standards. Her features weren't outstanding, but they were pleasing to the eye. What attracted me were her eyes—an indescribable feeling, a mixture of shyness, nervousness, and hidden happiness…

??? Because I wasn't at fault in the accident, and in my relief, I did have the despicable thought of doing something with her. So I went to her apartment. Under her questioning, I explained the seriousness of the accident, pretending to be injured, pitiful, and dejected… winning her sympathy and comfort. Her soft voice, her gentle reassurance, and her concern... Sitting on her single bed, I was suddenly deeply moved and wanted to hold her in my arms. Without thinking, I pulled her close, thanking her profusely for her tenderness. She seemed moved and enjoyed this warmth. She struggled a little at first, but couldn't break free, so she let me hold her, expressing gratitude, praise, and sweet words. She gave up resistance, simply nestled in my arms, saying she liked my humor, my care and thoughtfulness, etc. Later, I changed

the subject, saying I shouldn't have acted this way, that as a married person, I shouldn't have, but we were friends, confidants, etc… In my words, I subtly reinforced the definition of our relationship: not lovers, not lovers, just confidants—a kind of brainwashing, I suppose. It's despicable, but I was afraid that if we slept together, I wouldn't be able to get rid of her.

We chatted intimately until 11 pm. I said I had to go home, thanked her, but without waiting for a reply, I cupped her face and gently kissed her forehead. Seeing no resistance, I pressed my lips against her delicate, rain-drop-like lips. She resisted and pushed me away, but not forcefully. After a few minutes, I released her from the deep kiss, watching her almost limp, her eyes brimming with tears of allure. I felt truly happy and satisfied, but my words were incoherent as I said, "I'm sorry. Thank you." I took a deep breath, as if to calm myself, and looked deeply into her eyes, saying, "I really couldn't control myself. I'm sorry, I like you.

" Then, without waiting for her to speak, I slipped out the door and ran away. Ten minutes later, I got home. My phone still had the same text: "I like you… I couldn't control myself… I'm sorry." The order was different, but I believed she would understand the meaning. There was no reply from her… The next day, I didn't send a single word or go online. That evening, I sent a message: "Forgive me, okay? I miss you. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't."

Reply: I didn't blame you... I didn't either... It seemed nonsensical, but I knew she meant she didn't blame me for my recklessness and was thinking of me too (ps: think about how important my initial actions were; even a lecher can be divided into a hasty one and a reasonable one)

. I arrived at her place, knocked, the door opened, she didn't speak, but pulled me into her arms tenderly, kissing me, caressing me through my clothes. She resisted (but in the heat of passion, how much resistance can one have?), and within five seconds I reached inside her clothes to unbutton her bra. When I grasped her breasts, she completely softened. Though she resisted, she couldn't stop my determination. I hadn't expected her to be so sensitive. In my excitement, I truly felt I'd struck gold. Since she was sensitive, things were easier. As my lewd hand transitioned from kneading to slowly twisting her nipples with two fingers, her hand gripped mine tightly through her clothes, almost unable to stand, panting and moaning: "Mmm...no, no." I pulled my hand away, wrapped it around her waist, moved her to the bedside, and pushed her onto the bed. I pressed my head against her chest, one arm around her neck, the other unbuttoning her blouse from top to bottom. After unbuttoning the top two buttons, I took her nipple into my mouth. At that moment, I finally heard her let out a soft "ah," and her whole body tensed up and arched. As I licked and sucked her nipple, my arms tightened around her. Under the roaming of my hands and mouth, she finally couldn't withstand the burning flames of desire, and she gave in to my every whim…

When we were naked together, I saw her flushed cheeks, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily. Her breasts, which I could barely grasp with one hand, were erect and engorged. Her small forest below her flat stomach wasn't lush, but the bulge of her mons pubis below the inverted triangle made my already boiling blood feel like it was about to burn. Without looking closely, I pounced on her, pressing down on her lightly. My hands slipped under her armpits to wrap around her shoulders, kissing her nose, mouth, and neck. I discovered her neck was another sensitive spot, so I didn't tease her further. I just breathed heavily and kissed her neck in her ear. My penis parted the sparse pubic hair covering her lower abdomen, teasing her full labia like digging for treasure. Her eyes were moist with passion under the light, and her legs curled and opened to my teasing. My hard, hot penis moved up and down her wet vulva. Her closed labia made it hard for me to pinpoint the entrance; each time it seemed to reach the entrance, it would slip open. So, in a hoarse voice, I whispered in her ear,

"Baby, help me."

She was shy and nervous, refusing. Helpless, I gripped my penis with one hand and vigorously moved it up and down, from her clitoris to her perineum. Soon, her breathing became interspersed with uncontrollable moans, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, her lower body soaking wet. Her hips writhed, thrusting upwards as I reached the entrance, unconsciously yearning for my entry. Between breaths, she groaned with dissatisfaction,

"Hmm...hmm..." I said, "Then hold it, let it in."

At this point, she could no longer restrain herself. She reached down, guiding my penis to the entrance. I gently pushed, and she tensed again. But I only pushed slightly, entering a little before withdrawing. She immediately relaxed, letting out a long breath. Then I pretended to penetrate again, and she tensed up once more. After several thrusts, she finally couldn't bear it any longer, moaning,

"I want it, I want it." I said, "I won't give it to you."

My penis was still gently moving in and out of her opening. She said,

"I'm so aroused!" Before she finished speaking, I asked, "Really?"

Taking advantage of her distraction and thinking I wouldn't enter, I suddenly thrust all the way in. She screamed and immediately gripped me tightly like an octopus. Her vagina also tightly bound my penis, and the gripping sensation immediately gave me the urge to ejaculate. I took a deep breath, held it still, and breathed into her ear,

"Baby, you're so tight." At this moment, she could only breathe heavily and couldn't say anything. Her hands gripped my arms tightly, and her expression was like crying, angry, and also like being coquettish. Her originally big eyes were now narrowed to slits, her small, straight nose wrinkled with several horizontal lines, and her full, rounded lips were slightly parted, occasionally revealing the tip of her tongue.

The second penis rested inside for a moment before slowly withdrawing, saying, "Baby, I'm starting now." It plunged in to its limit, then slowly withdrew, then gently thrust in again, its movements rhythmic and varied, leaving her bewildered. Her hands gripped my arms, her nails digging deep into my muscles, trembling weakly. Her pink face flushed crimson with eagerness, like a sunset glow. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, my hands lifting her buttocks, rising and falling with me. Each thrust of my strong penis was more powerful than the last, each stroke bringing forth sticky, lustful fluid, making the sounds like fish munching on water. I used two fingers to pry open her labia, allowing it to penetrate even deeper and more tightly. With each pull of the glans, her labia fluttered. As I thrust deeply, her labia tightened, gripping the base of my penis tightly. My sensitive glans could feel the molten heat inside, her vagina spasming and twitching intermittently. I knew she was about to climax. My hands gripped her slender waist tightly, my eyes fixed on her smooth, creamy breasts, and I thrust harder and faster. My penis, like a robber, ravaged her wetness. She couldn't take it anymore; finally, she shook her head, her moans growing shorter and louder, causing her body to tremble. The spasmodic contractions inside made my thrusts feel sluggish. Suddenly, her entire body dangled up, clinging tightly to me, as if she wanted to embed herself into me…

??? After she calmed down a bit, I slowly started thrusting again. She gasped and moaned incessantly. At first, she could cooperate by moving her hips, and she climaxed again. Later, she lost her strength and could only mechanically let out a weak moan from time to time. Her face, which was originally flushed, gradually turned pale and bluish. Her beautiful eyes rolled back and stared blankly. Her limbs hung limply. I was terrified and didn't know what to do. In my panic, I didn't dare to move my penis. I could only press it tightly inside her and pat her cheeks. She said weakly,

"Are you stupid? Just cum." My heart relaxed, and I felt extremely satisfied. Then I started thrusting quickly. Suddenly, I felt a burning heat on my glans. A thick fluid gushed out from her depths like a spring, quickly wetting my glans. I held my penis firmly in place, and with a burst of energy, my semen gushed out like a fountain. Her mouth was wide open, as if she was about to scream, but she suddenly stopped. Her hands gripped my arm tightly, her sharp nails digging deep into my muscles…

??? After what seemed like an eternity, we finally recovered from our dreamlike excitement. She said in a hoarse voice, “You almost killed me! I’ve never been like this before.” I replied, “That’s because you’re sensitive. You orgasmed three times in less than half an hour.” She shyly slapped me, but with little strength, and then reached out and hugged me tightly again… (Later I learned that she had only had sex twice before; from her awkwardness, I knew it was true.)

??? After that, we made love whenever we had time, and chatted via text message when we didn’t. She became my long-term "lunchbox," a very sensitive "lunchbox," a "lunchbox" who, under my guidance, knew all the positions in pornographic films, a perfect lover who could orgasm in less than 10 minutes…

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