Illegally possessing an unseen lover

I curled up in a cramped, dark suitcase, waiting quietly. A patient
hunter never leaves empty-handed; it was 1:15 AM, and I'd been hiding in this suitcase for almost five
hours . I dialed my boss's number, cautiously using
a SIM card I'd bought online, not my own. Her ringtone, "It's Your Way," rang outside,
but no one answered. I dialed twice more, still no answer.
I took a deep breath, carefully unzipped the suitcase, gently pushed open the wardrobe door, and escaped
from this cramped, dark place. After being curled up in this suitcase for hours, my joints
ached terribly; every stretch was accompanied by a cracking sound. I turned to look at the bed behind me, and
she lay there quietly and gracefully, completely unaware of my arrival.
I walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and looked out at the office building over 500 meters away. In a toilet stall in that
building , I monitored her for a month through a small window using high-powered binoculars.
Those days weren't pleasant, but the effort was entirely worthwhile; otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here
with a smile. I wouldn't know she had a habit of drinking a certain beverage before bed; that she went for
a run two or three times a week; that she went to bed between 11 and 12 pm and never woke up in the middle of the night… I looked at the sleeping
world outside the window, and my exciting adventure was just beginning.
I drew the curtains again, went to her bedside, and turned on the bedside lamp. Her profile, illuminated by the dim
light , appeared even more exquisite and captivating than before. It was the first time I'd seen her with her long hair flowing freely;
she was even more sexy and alluring than I'd imagined. I slowly lifted her blanket; she was still wearing her favorite white nightgown,
the curves of her body faintly visible, her high breasts, and her fair thighs. She paid great attention to maintaining her figure,
setting aside time each week to run and exercise, and her diet mainly consisted of vegetables and fruits. The more perfect she was,
the more triumphant I felt.
After graduating from university, I stayed in the city where my school was located and joined a foreign company, living a life of
wandering almost two years now. Like many young people struggling in a foreign land, my
life was monotonous and boring. Work consumed a lot of my energy and time, and
I preferred , not wanting to go out.
Some people asked me why I didn't find a girlfriend to end this utterly boring life. My
conditions were quite good. The two girlfriends I dated in university were considered ideal girlfriends by outsiders—
outstanding in appearance and excellent in studies—but neither of them ended up together. To my shame, I didn't
care for enough, or perhaps I just wasn't very interested in such mundane campus romances.
Her name was Pang Qing, my boss, four years older than me. In the eyes of outsiders, she was a strong woman at work,
decisive and efficient, with her word always being her bond. She was conscientious and responsible at work, and naturally, she treated her subordinates with the same strict discipline, so we
all got scolded by her quite a bit. She was very tall, about 1.68 meters, and I'd guess her bra size was C or larger. High nose, pointed
chin, round eyes—her aloof appearance always gave off an aggressive vibe. I don't want to describe her face as "exquisite,"
because what attracted me more was her aura, a certain charm, a kind of traditional Beijing-style cold arrogance. Her words
were sharp , yet her demeanor was elegant.
I picked up her phone from the bedside table, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and deleted the
three . Besides that, the Beijing mobile number that frequently appeared in the call logs—I guessed it belonged to her
boyfriend. After all, during the month or so I'd been monitoring and eavesdropping on her,
her boyfriend was the person she called most often in the evenings.
During my lunch break, I secretly took her key and had it duplicated. One weekday, I asked her
for leave and then sneaked into her apartment to continue gathering the useful information I needed and installing listening devices.
What does she drink every night? What's her bra size? If she locks the door at night,
how am I supposed to get in with just the key? The refrigerator is full of milk; she drinks milk before bed. Although I
usually see her in traditional business attire, a woman like her must have a very sophisticated wardrobe.
However, I'm more interested in her designer lace lingerie—82D. Looks like I
underestimated her. Finally, I found a large suitcase in a storage closet—a stroke of luck!
She has a boyfriend she's very close to, but they're currently separated due to work. Looking at
the phone , I couldn't help but smile. He's far away, completely unaware that I'm about
to cheat on him. She won't resist at all, quietly submitting to my control. What a pitiful couple.
Putting down the phone, I began to gently caress her skin, from her cheeks to her neck, from her breasts to her legs—
every inch of her skin was so delicate and beautiful. I started kissing her cheeks, her sexy, alluring lips. I opened her
mouth, slipped my tongue inside, and completed a long-awaited French kiss. I took out my phone, wanting to record every frame and second of this moment with
optical imaging.
I confidently began to remove her nightgown, knowing she wouldn't wake up. A
skilled hunter, besides exceptional patience, also needs outstanding intelligence and a perfect plan. Every step
of the design was meticulously crafted, and I spent years collecting relevant criminal data and preparing knowledge of the techniques that might
be used . So many people wanted to sleep with her, but only I came to her bedside.
I added a drug I made myself to her milk; the chemical composition and manufacturing process were obtained from extensive research
online and in libraries. I experimented on animals and myself to test the dosage and
effects. The three phone calls I made were merely out of my habitual caution.
Her breasts were full, with large, reddish-brown areolas. I had only
seen ; just seeing them in real life was already incredibly exciting. I kneaded her breasts with my hands—good heavens!
They were soft yet firm, maintaining their upright and proud shape. Such exquisite breasts deserved
to be sucked and licked.
Through her panties, I pressed and caressed her private parts, my fingertips roaming between her labia, imagining
the entrance to her body through the undulating texture—how wide and deep that place was.
I pulled down her panties, spread her legs, and began to "re-examine" her with my own eyes. That was the most...
The butterfly-shaped opening I saw wasn't perfect, but it was still a neat "work of art." The color was light,
suggesting she and her boyfriend didn't have sex very often. With such a busy work schedule and now living apart,
perhaps this was the independence of a career woman—an independence of personality that further enhanced her unique
charm .
I tried to taste it with my tongue, but taste buds can't directly experience such a sophisticated "dessert";
it requires the neurons in the cerebral cortex. Ah! What a delicious opening, sweet but not cloying, smooth and pink.
I took out my penis; it wasn't particularly large, but it was perfectly adequate. If she could take it in her mouth
, that would be the ultimate pleasure. But the lingering fishy smell might arouse her suspicion, so I went to the bathroom and carefully washed
my penis before returning to put it in her mouth. The moment it entered her mouth,
it was fully activated, hard as a rock, pressing against her throat. In the past, when she scolded me, I
wished I could shove my penis into her mouth and imagine this slut looking at me with innocent, helpless eyes.
Her small mouth couldn't completely swallow my entire penis, but that was just right.
Half of my thick penis protruded, her bulging cheeks and tight profile made it even more exciting during thrusting and colliding. I
straightened and, in a push-up-like position, let my penis enter her mouth from top to bottom, wantonly
defiling my once unapproachable boss in this way.
I pushed my penis into her vagina, and when it was fully inserted, her body trembled slightly. Ah!
This moment had finally arrived, and everything I had sacrificed before had been rewarded. It felt like a long
-suppressed soul had been released; the rationality and wisdom I had always been proud of, the cautiousness and meticulousness I had held as my faith,
were all thrown to the back of my mind at this moment, reverting to the most primal animalistic state. Unleashing my lust, reveling in the thrill of possession, and
immersing myself in the pleasure of our bodies rubbing and colliding, my surging hormones made me feel like I was floating on air.
I loved watching her breasts sway, incredibly sexy with the rhythm of my penis thrusting in and out. Her face
was still beautiful, just a little less expressive, but I couldn't ask for more at this moment.
I adjusted her position, making her lie on her side with her legs closed and curled up in front of her. Then I lay behind her and
penetrated her from behind. I loved this slightly artistic position; I had fantasized countless times in my dreams about making love to her in this position
—it was breathtakingly beautiful.
Then I turned her over, making her lie flat on the bed, and I lay directly on top of her, penetrating her in
this awkward yet conquering position. I brushed aside her loose hair, kissed her earlobe,
kissed her lips, while my penis continued to pound into her tender vagina.
One of the reasons I chose this day to make my move on her was that she had just finished her
period three days prior. At this moment, she was in her safe period, so I could safely ejaculate inside her, only needing to
consider the possibility of staining the sheets.
I turned her body back to face me, legs spread. This position ensured that the semen would penetrate deeper into her vagina upon
ejaculation , preventing easy spillage. I rubbed her nipples with my fingers,
trying to prolong the experience. But when the feeling truly arrived, I went all out, thrusting vigorously into her
vagina .
My penis twitched many times inside her, each twitch a direct assault of pleasure. Ah!
I couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure.
After withdrawing my penis from her vagina, I didn't want to lower her buttocks, wanting my semen
to remain inside her for a longer time—it was a sense of accomplishment! I just wanted to savor it slowly.
I placed a lot of tissues under her buttocks, then gently lowered them, pressing on her lower abdomen, and
the semen gushed out of her vagina. I don't think I've ever ejaculated this much before; some semen
even dripped onto her inner thighs and buttocks.
After planning for so long to achieve this result, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. During the
break , I looked through the photos and videos I'd taken. The photos taken with my phone were alright,
but the videos weren't so great. Some of
the footage from the entire encounter wasn't quite right, failing to fully capture the raw, hormonal beauty of the moment. Next time, I'll have to bring a more professional
camera .
I haven't seen her in many other outfits, and I'm not interested in fashionable designer clothes for now; I
only really like the outfit she usually wears to the office: a business skirt, black pantyhose, and
black high heels. Her blouse is always only buttoned up, and with her breasts so full, the front
is always tightly bound, giving the illusion that it might burst at any moment. The skirt hem was ten centimeters above her knees
; any longer and it would ruin the aesthetic, any shorter and it would seem frivolous—it was just right. The skirt
clung to her thighs and hips, concealing and embellishing her curves without compromising their natural beauty,
making it even more alluring. Black stockings clung to her skin, echoing the elegant lines of her legs, extending to
a mysterious place you couldn't directly see. She usually wore eight-centimeter heels, making her stand out in
the southern . Many people had secretly taken photos of her dressed like this,
and I believe many men had fantasized about being with her, but as I said before, only I could make her wear this
outfit and allow myself to be humiliated.
I wiped the semen off her body, found her usual uniform in her wardrobe, and placed it
aside. I helped her sit up, reached under her armpits behind her back, and, holding her, fastened her bra.
She fell into my arms, and for a fleeting moment, I thought that what I loved might be more than just her body.
The feeling of putting stockings on a woman is very special; I'd never experienced it before, she was the first. Finally, I dressed her in her clothes
and skirt. Having seen the secretary/teacher figures in pornographic films, I naturally couldn't resist unbuttoning her blouse down to
her cleavage, revealing her lace lingerie and the entire outline of her cleavage.
Human imagination is incredibly powerful, because it's what soothes unrealistic desires and
fantasies. When she scolded me, I wanted to pin her down on her desk, tear her clothes, rip her
stockings, lift her skirt, and have sex with her from behind.
In wild animals, mating is often accompanied by violence, because it better demonstrates dominance. Currently...
Although I could freely play with her body, it was difficult to make her submit to me mentally and personally;
that would only put me in a dangerous situation. So I could only compensate through imagination, imagining her waking up in the morning
to find her phone full of photos of me humiliating her, her shock, bewilderment, panic, and collapse. Under my threats
, she dared not call the police, hiding it from her boyfriend and becoming my sex slave, completely at my mercy. Like those
humiliation pornographic works readily available online, I would humiliate her anytime, anywhere—in the company restroom
cubicle , on her desk, in her car, in public places… I would make her
call her boyfriend while I was having sex with her, deliberately thrusting with all my might while she was talking. Although she showed reluctance and would
throw tantrums , she never dared to truly disobey my commands. Kneeling at my feet, looking up at me, she called me "Master."
As docile as a kitten, elegant and beautiful, she quietly licked my penis, just to earn
a word of praise from me…
The scenes and dialogues in my mind were playing out. I tore her stockings and
inserted . It was all so wonderfully indescribable.
After four hours of passionate lovemaking, I was exhausted and chose to stop. I wiped
the semen off her skin and vagina, restoring everything to the state it was in four hours ago, according to every
detail I had planned, including pouring out the unfinished milk and replacing it with milk without any drugs. Leaving no trace,
ensuring nothing went wrong.
I took a shower and rested for a while. It was already 6:15. After giving her the drug to
wake her up, I quietly slipped into my suitcase, closed the closet door, zipped up the suitcase,
and waited for her to wake up.
She got up, washed, dressed, and went out as usual, because I could hear her. When her GPS told me
she was far away, I crawled out of my suitcase, escaped from her apartment, and rushed to the company.
When I arrived, I saw she had just made a cup of coffee, and there was a hint of weariness on her face. My darling,
you'd never guess why you were so tired. She was still wearing
the same , and my previously limp penis instantly became erect again.
I greeted her, "Good morning, Manager Pang!"
She smiled and replied, "Good morning!"
Her smile was still cold and beautiful, but the thought that the slight
scent gave me an urge to drag her to the bathroom and rape her again.
That successful experience was wonderful, but if I continued like this, it would severely deplete my energy
. I started practicing yoga and developed a sleep schedule from evening until midnight, so I could replenish my energy in my suitcase
and maximize my efficiency.
For the next month, I spent almost every night in her bed. I dressed her in more
outfits—nurse's clothes, police clothes, and all sorts of erotic costumes—and of course, SM props were included.
The filming equipment was upgraded from a mobile phone to a professional video camera: two stationary cameras and one handheld.
I hid these items in the water valve room in the stairwell beforehand, bringing them in after she fell asleep and
taking them with me , putting them in the car. I became her "invisible lover." I
regularly changed the batteries in the listening devices and GPS, used the time on the road to listen to the audio recorded the previous day,
constantly monitored her movements, and reviewed her social media chat history at night… everything
proceeded .
Just last night, I learned that her boyfriend was planning to visit her this weekend. I followed
her to the airport to pick him up. Although I had seen her boyfriend in photos many times before,
I was still —about 1.85 meters tall, strong and muscular, with sharply defined features and a handsome, charming
appearance. Undeniably, they were a match made in heaven. Seeing their jubilant smiles
and passionate embrace, I couldn't help but sneer. "If you knew that your girlfriend had been treated like a bitch
and humiliated countless times by me this past month, would you still be laughing? Of course, your cuckoldry goes far beyond that."
Their previous phone conversation told me that they would be meeting at her apartment, and the expensive bottle of red wine in her
refrigerator was my chance. I arrived at her apartment before them and hid
inside my suitcase.
Lovers who hadn't seen each other for two months—I could easily imagine their desire to devour each other. As soon as they
entered , a storm of passion ensued. Her boyfriend was so strong; she'd be busy for quite a while. Four
hours later, the noise outside subsided. I dialed her number on my phone, but no one answered after three calls.
I crawled out of my suitcase and saw them lying on the bed, their clothes scattered on the floor. I felt a pang of pity for
her. She was supposed to be an unattainable, proud woman, yet she had been fucked more times in the past month than any prostitute
.
I brought the things in from outside, set up the video camera, and put my favorite metal collar
and . They were heavy, but very high-quality, and incredibly restrictive.
Thinking about how she had just given her boyfriend oral sex, I lost some of my desire to kiss her. Fine, I just shoved
my penis into her mouth and then shifted my gaze to her boyfriend. "Don't be naive enough to think your girlfriend only
gave you oral sex."
I have to admit, her boyfriend's penis was indeed very large and particularly thick. Combined with his muscular physique, I
suspected he could fuck Pang Qing until she fainted. "Slut, you're with him just to get fucked to the point of ecstasy,
right?"
I fastened the chains to her collar, flipped her over, and laid her face down on the bed. I sat on top of her,
penetrating her from behind, holding the chain in one hand and operating the camera with the other. "You cuckold, I'm
fucking your girlfriend like a bitch right in front of you, aren't you angry?" I whispered in Pang Qing's ear. "And you, you slut,
I've got my eye on you. You're mine for life, and you can't escape."
Yes, as long as they continue their long-distance relationship, Pang Qing will always be my sex toy.
If they get married, I'll make sure she's pregnant with my child. I want her
boyfriend to be a cuckold for life, and she, bearing my child, will be my woman for life.
Thinking of this, I felt incredibly excited. I tightened the chain in my hands and increased the force of my thrusts. Pang Qing,
tonight you are destined to be the busiest and happiest woman in this city…

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