【My Story with Xiaomin】【Author: bi3wbde】

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below the article. This is the best encouragement for the author and our greatest motivation for reposting! I've been a womanizer since childhood. After graduating from university, I was assigned to work in a state-owned enterprise. Since computers were becoming common in our small southern city at that time, as a university graduate, I naturally became the company's computer "consultant," enjoying my own computer. Whenever I had free time, I would watch porn, looking at those hot sex pictures and movies, getting quite aroused after a while. The story begins with the computer. 　　Next door to my office was a 21-year-old girl. Though not tall, she was quite voluptuous and well-proportioned, the kind of woman who would be considered popular in the South. She wore her hair in a single braid, with a few strands of bangs parted to the side. She had a round face, bright, large eyes, and fair skin with a rosy glow. She was very beautiful. Since this is a true story, I won't reveal her name directly; I'll call her Xiaomin from now on. Because of her beauty, even though I personally enjoy pornography, I never associated such a beautiful girl with pornography or with those women on the internet who open their vaginas and enjoy sexual pleasure with men. So, nothing ever happened between us. I still thought that pornography was only for us men. It wasn't 　　until an unintentional act of helping her that I was shocked and regretted not having anything happen between us (actually, even if I had the chance, it wouldn't have happened, because I'm a coward; I'm the kind of person who has the desire but not the courage. At most, I would secretly watch her lewd behavior and see what she would do after watching porn). Here's what happened: One day last May, I was idly in my office when Xiaomin suddenly came to me, saying her computer was having some problems and asking for my help. Without thinking much, I asked, "What's wrong?" She blushed and didn't answer, only saying, "You'll see when you get there." Without a second thought, I went straight to her office with her. "Nothing much, it's fine, isn't it?" "No! Open the icon on the small page below and take a look." I obediently clicked it, and the page opened, displaying some pornographic movie titles and some semi-nude pictures—all very basic (far inferior to the high-quality pictures I'd seen before; some even showed women's wet genitals during intercourse, enough to arouse anyone). It turned out the page had been automatically modified. No big deal, I quickly fixed it for her. Afterwards, I asked, "Did you just visit these sites?" She immediately panicked, repeatedly saying, "No, no," but from her tone, I clearly sensed she was lying and trying to cover it up. "It's nothing," I said, but a wicked thought was brewing in my mind. I had originally intended to teach her how to handle the things left behind, but then I realized I could use her ignorance to "help" her, laying the groundwork for future work. 　　In the following days, I paid close attention to her and noticed that although her eyes were bright, the corners were slightly upturned, a type of "peach blossom eyes" described above, indicating a lustful woman with a strong sex drive. The slight upturn of her buttocks also confirmed this. Because of my help and my usual humility, she started staying with me more often, frequently discussing sexual topics and asking questions about covering up her tracks. I pretended not to know, secretly preparing to use a carefully crafted lewd trap to make her more mature and promiscuous. 　　The opportunity finally arrived. One day, the factory manager asked me to type some materials. I deliberately typed until only a small section remained, then went next door to call Xiaomin, saying I had an urgent matter to attend to because I needed the materials urgently (what did I need? The factory manager had asked me to bring them to him in a few days), and asked her to type the last section for me. She readily agreed and came to my office. I deliberately went outside, actually just to wander around, waiting for her to take the bait. What she didn't know was that my page was set up with images from a famous website; clicking on it would display lavish images of explicit sexual acts—enough to make her horny. I was certain she'd fall for it, because everyone is curious and wants to know others' private lives, like voyeurism, especially a woman like her. I figured if she didn't look or left immediately after seeing something, it meant she wasn't into that, and I wouldn't have to bother. 　　If she kept browsing, it meant she was interested, and I'd have a good show to watch. 　　As it turned out, my guess was completely correct; she was indeed very horny, and I could proceed with my plan. 　　After wandering around for about an hour, I figured it was about time. I went to my office, deliberately stomping my shoes loudly as I entered, giving her time to cover it up. I waited until the commotion inside subsided before stepping inside. "Is everything finished? I'm sorry to have troubled you." "No, no," she hurriedly replied. I secretly glanced at her and saw that her pretty face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, there was sweat on her temples, and her clothes were almost steaming. She must have been very excited. I asked her to sit down and chat for a while, but she said she had to go first. What is this? 　　Is it yours? I pointed to a piece of paper on the table and shouted. Actually, I had already seen it clearly; it was something she copied from my computer. She hurriedly grabbed it and ran out the door, but not to the office; she ran straight to the restroom. 　　After she left, I quickly opened the history on the page. Goodness, there was a whole long list; she had seen all the good stuff. I opened the images one by one. Some showed sexual intercourse, others masturbation, and still others oral sex. A few were my favorites. One showed a beautiful actress being penetrated by a man, her juices flowing down her anus, her genitals wet, with white fluid clinging to her pubic hair. Another showed a woman in red squatting, not wearing a skirt, her vulva open, a man's penis in her mouth, saliva slightly drooling, her eyes fixed on the man with a seductive gaze; she was very beautiful. Yet another showed a charming woman, her vulva wet, forcefully spreading her legs, a dildo inserted, with more vaginal fluid oozing from the sides. The images were of excellent quality, the scenes were beautiful, and the women were stunning. Seeing these, how could she not be tempted? I thought, my eyes gleaming with lust, imagining Xiaomin's lewd expression upon seeing these exquisite pictures. What would she do? She would vigorously rub her breasts, or secretly slip her small hands under her skirt, pressing her palms against her mons pubis and clitoris, her middle finger rubbing up and down along the cleft, her fingers covered in vaginal fluid. 　　Imagining this gave me immense satisfaction; a surge of excitement and arousal coursed through my body. The feeling of peeping at a girl in pornography was truly wonderful. The excitement stemmed from discovering her privacy; she too was a woman of passion, with needs. 　　Things were about to get interesting. As I predicted, Xiaomin not only enjoyed the stimulation of pornography but also became increasingly unrestrained and alluring each day, developing a seductive charm that only I could discern. She frequently exuded the scent of female hormones, and I reciprocated with timely stimulation. Between us, through our clothes, lay an unparalleled restlessness. We were like dry tinder meeting a raging fire; I believed that even the slightest spark would quickly melt us, these two lustful souls, away, leaving us utterly destroyed. 　　Medically speaking, once a woman experiences sexual stimulation and a fulfilling sex life, her physiological functions will automatically adjust to their optimal state, making her even more alluring and captivating than before. I see Xiaomin exactly like that now. Her skin is incredibly smooth and supple, fair with a rosy glow, and radiant. Her eyes are filled with a gentle, captivating charm, making her incredibly endearing. Every movement she makes reminds me of sex. I just want to gently peel off her clothes, catch a glimpse between her legs, part her vulva, and gently insert my glans, slowly and gently moving it, soaking it in her fragrant fluids. But I'm afraid of breaking or hurting her, so I can only slide it gently, feeling the pleasure her slippery vulva brings me. Before I know it, the fluid seeping from her vulva has covered the base of my penis, and she is happily enjoying the pleasure brought by my erection. In reality, however, her every move, her voice and smile, though full of spring passion, were not lewd; though revealing desire, they still felt dignified; though oily, they were not greasy; they simply left room for imagination.

In these increasingly stimulating and agonizing days, I thought my third step plan was nearing completion. I would soon witness her beautiful body open up to me, her delicate breasts harden for me, and her mysterious little hole open for me. I felt inexplicably excited, most excited that she was completely unaware of all this. During these days, I spent two hours in her office every day. We had developed a certain tacit understanding, often using subtle touches to reach each other's sensitive areas for mutual satisfaction. We didn't take anything too big, for fear that we might lose control when our passion overwhelmed and have a live broadcast in the office. While casually flipping through her recent browsing history, I was surprised to find that I hadn't visited my "pornographic" page for several days. What was the reason? I couldn't figure it out, and I couldn't ask her directly, so I didn't dare to rashly start the third step plan.

One day in the month, I went to her office again. She had just washed her hair and was wearing a small, bright red t-shirt and a blue silk skirt.

During a conversation, the secret was inadvertently revealed.

We chatted about this and that for a while, as usual. She fiddled with the computer, and I sat to her side.

"Brother, I heard that some sites have Hollywood blockbusters for download. You're good with computers, do you know how to download them? I really like watching them, but I've tried a few times and can't download anything. It says I need an ID and a password or something. What's an ID?" Goodness, has she been looking at too many pictures and is tired of them being dynamic, lacking eroticism and excitement, and wants to see something more explicit? I had a sudden inspiration.

"Really? Those are sites that specialize in downloading videos. Some charge, some don't. An ID is a membership number; you need to be a member to download. But as far as I know, some of the videos are pornographic. Do you dare to watch them?" I deliberately emphasized the word "pornographic," while jokingly smiling at her.

"I just want to watch porn, who cares if it's porn? I can choose what I want to watch, I just don't have an ID." "But watching porn is also quite interesting. We're all adults, what's the big deal?" she added.

Goodness, she still won't give up. Perfect, I can address her directly.

"Actually, it's really nothing. Who doesn't have curiosity? There's nothing wrong with learning a little." "So you've seen it?" she asked with envy.

"I only saw a short clip a few days ago" (actually, I've already reviewed all sorts of porn).

I replied.

"So you have an ID?"

"Of course."

"Can you tell me?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll corrupt you."

I teased her like that.

"I'm not afraid, why are you?"

"Then don't blame me later, okay?"

"No, no, just tell me."

"Still no, there's a condition."

"What condition? If you don't want to tell me, fine."

she pretended to be angry.

"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you, on the condition that you leave the door ajar and I'll operate it, because you're not familiar with it and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it if someone comes in, okay?" I found a suitable reason for myself. Actually, I really wanted to experience watching porn with such a pretty girl. I could clearly feel my heart trembling and my hands shaking as I said these words, both excited and scared.

To my surprise, after a moment's thought, she actually nodded in agreement (it's clear that my efforts recently weren't in vain; if it weren't for the temptation of lust, probably no one would have agreed). At the

same time, my penis became erect again uncontrollably.

With trembling hands, I led the door to the ajar position and sat down in the computer chair. She was standing to my left front, her chest heaving, her eyes wide open, staring at the screen.

It was, to say the least, a terrible experience.

I finally managed to open the site and entered my username and password (at that time, it wasn't yet...). Wolf Bridge is a Taiwanese image-sharing website, but it also has adult films.

Finally, the computer screen slowly opened, like Pandora's box, displaying a series of exquisite images, leading her and me into a completely sexual world.

On the page, small sex icons shimmered like little elves, depicting women sitting, lying, or crawling, displaying their vulvas as much as possible, allowing men's penises to thrust freely, their faces showing satisfied and lewd smiles.

Unconsciously, my left hand reached towards her firm buttocks, gently stroking them through her skirt, enjoying the waves of heat emanating from her plump buttocks.

She was completely unaware, only staring at the screen, panting.

I moved my left hand lightly, while my right hand moved the mouse heavily, opening one of the adult films. The player automatically popped up, and instantly, a rousing melody filled the room.

On the film, a woman wearing black stockings lay supine, her panties pulled down to her calves, allowing a kneeling man to lift her legs high. The man thrust his penis directly into her vagina. On the screen, you could see his penis going in and out, turning the woman's labia minora inside out and then rubbing them back in. The woman seemed extremely comfortable, moaning and groaning incessantly. Each time he penetrated deeply, she would let out a joyful and satisfied cry. When he withdrew, she seemed to cry out in disappointment, trying to lift her vulva as much as possible to retain each moment of pleasure within her vaginal cavity.

After several thrusts, the woman cried out even more joyfully, her vulva became even more swollen and red, and her anus clenched tightly. Every now and then, a stream of white, foamy fluid would flow out under the pressure of the penis, accumulating below her vagina until it could no longer hold and flowed down her anus, leaving a lewd trail on her buttocks.

My left hand, I don't know when, quickened its movements, vigorously rubbing Xiaomin's buttocks, occasionally teasing her anus. Her body twisted violently, enjoying the double stimulation.

Finally, the male actor in the movie seemed unable to hold on any longer, increasing the frequency and intensity of his thrusts. The male actor's testicles slapped against the actress's vulva, causing her to scream even more violently.

Suddenly, the male actor thrust forward forcefully, the actress screamed again, and their movements stopped. The man was panting heavily.

Just as the actress screamed in pleasure, I heard Xiaomin let out a suppressed moan. I stopped my movements on Xiaomin's buttocks because I felt I was about to lose control, and I finally did.

As the male actor slowly withdrew his penis, a mixture of male semen and female vaginal fluid... The mixture of semen gushed out from the actress's swollen, red vulva. Xiaomin let out another soft "Oh!" as her legs tightened and her body went limp, involuntarily sitting on my crotch. Her buttocks were right in front of my erect penis. I, already unable to control myself, felt her hot, moist buttocks and ejaculated a large gush of hot semen deep into her crotch, through our clothes, shooting it out without restraint or reservation. Like the actress, Xiaomin's orchid skirt was stained with my erotic trail.

For a long time, we didn't move, we didn't talk, neither of us asked the other to do anything. We were simply immersed in sexual bliss. I casually turned off the computer.

When Xiaomin got up, she looked at my crotch, I looked at her buttocks, and we smiled at each other. Neither of us pointed fingers at the other, because we knew that the rules of the game we had just played were something we had both agreed upon.

Human nature is often so greedy. After Xiaomin and I enjoyed each other's hot bodies several times through our clothes, we gradually became dissatisfied. Although this kind of teasing through our shoes brought us great stimulation and satisfaction, sometimes even more so than intercourse itself, I had a strong longing for her secret areas. I wanted to personally witness her beautiful breasts, plump buttocks, even her smooth abdomen, and her delicate pubic hair. All of these things always held a powerful attraction for me. Did she also want to personally experience a man's well-developed pectoral muscles and firm penis, just like me? If one day I proudly stood my penis next to her beautiful face, would she personally suck on it and kiss this penis that could bring her endless pleasure? I couldn't help but indulge in fantasies.

The stimulation from pornography far surpasses that of still images. After Xiaomin and I browsed porn together last time, I gave her my ID on the site, letting her freely roam the sea of sex. At this point, she no longer needed my guidance. Whenever she was alone, she would download a video or two to amuse herself, seemingly oblivious to everything else. When we were alone, she would deliberately spread her legs wide, letting me freely admire her cleavage. At the same time, she would stare unabashedly at my crotch, watching my small penis bulge high in my thin pants.

During this time, I was thinking that, based on my years of experience watching pornography, to completely entice Xiaomin into my tampered toilets, to get her to brazenly lift her skirt high, pull her underwear down to her knees, and masturbate in front of me, I would need further enticement. Because watching short videos of penetration and penetration quickly becomes boring, the excitement comes and goes quickly, especially for girls. But if there's a film with beautifully filmed characters, scenes, and sex, and a bit of plot, she can slowly appreciate it, and her excitement will gradually build up. It would be strange if she didn't see her vagina becoming slippery and unable to stop. At this point, in a state of extreme excitement, it's impossible for her not to completely release the pent-up lustful fluids inside her. There's only one solution: masturbation. To this end, I painstakingly searched through numerous pornographic websites and finally found a film that I thought was enough to entice her. Even a pervert like me couldn't resist watching it, let alone her. I quickly burned the film onto a DVD, and the effect was ideal. My opportunity followed.

In September, our factory held a factory-wide sports meet, and since neither of us was good at any sport (not sexual sports, of course), we naturally became the ones left behind. That day, the entire administrative building was extremely quiet, with only the two of us. Thinking about her secret area, my heart trembled again. After breakfast, we went to our respective offices. After tidying up a bit, we huddled together in her office.

After a few playful exchanges, we both found ourselves thinking about sex. We sat close together, browsing through pornographic pages, commenting on the characters' performances. In the midst of our intimate moments, I could feel her fragrant, orchid-like scent and the warm, youthful aroma of her body. Combined with the allure of the pornographic content, my breathing quickened, and my desire intensified. Xiaomin's pretty face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes slightly open, sparkling as if she were intoxicated. Her chest heaved, showing that she was already aroused. In an almost trembling voice, I said to Xiaomin, "Hey, these are boring. I have a better one here, the visuals and angles are really nice. Want to see it?" She glanced at me sideways, remaining silent, which was her tacit agreement. So I took the burned disc from my briefcase and inserted it into the CD drive. "I've already seen this DVD. You stay here in the office and enjoy it at your leisure. I'm going out to run some errands and I'll be back later. Don't get all horny, okay?" Xiaomin gave me a disappointed look. "You're the one who's horny! I have excellent self-control." With that, I left her office and closed the door behind me. After taking a few deep breaths, I calmed down a bit. I strolled around outside for a bit, then, estimating that it was about time, I quietly went to the storage room, prepared everything, and waited for her arrival. Several minutes later, I heard her hurriedly open the door and call out to me from outside my office. When there was no response, she rushed towards the restroom.

"Langmin, you finally couldn't hold back anymore!"

I thought fiercely.

She crouched down, peering through the small hole she had dug, taking in everything on the other side: Xiaomin, breathing rapidly, slammed the toilet door open and quickly closed it. After regaining her composure, she walked to the corner, leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and then gently pulled up her black leather skirt, revealing a pair of white, see-through panties. Just as she had suspected, her genitals were indeed quite full, about the size of a fist, protruding significantly above her inner thighs and lower abdomen, bulging the center of her white panties.

She vigorously rubbed them through her panties with her right hand, then, seemingly unsatisfied, used her left hand to lift her panties, gently probing her right hand into her vulva, presumably at the clitoris, rubbing it lightly, her eyes half-closed, breathing heavily.

After massaging for a minute or so, she suddenly stopped. After confirming that there was complete silence outside, she bent down and slowly pulled off her leather skirt and camisole, leaving one end of the camisole hanging over her feet. She then spread her fair thighs and straightened up.

At that moment, my heart pounded. I saw what I had dreamed of seeing—the vulva of a mature young woman, exuding a seductive fragrance. It might not be the most beautiful in the world, but it was certainly the most alluring.

Her plump vulva was sparsely covered with pubic hair, neatly arranged, but only extending slightly above the clitoris.

The entire vulva protrudes upwards, with two thick labia majora rising along with the mons pubis. The color is white with a slight brown tinge, smooth and shiny, as if full of juice is hidden under the skin. In the middle of the vulva, there is a tight flower path, and the labia minora shyly peek out from the flower path, their wet little faces peeking out. The secret place is half-hidden, open only for you.

Xiaomin had reached a state of ecstasy. She leaned her body against the wall, her snow-white thighs slightly parted, her abdomen thrusting forward and upward, fully displaying her vulva. Then, using both hands, one hand lightly dabbed some juice from her vulva and gently rubbed her clitoris, while the other hand plunged deep inside, probing the clitoris of her enchanting vulva. She used her middle finger to scrape and insert between her labia and vulva, her movements light and skillful. Her vulva greedily held her middle finger, making a "squeaking" sound. Her face was flushed, and she let out sweet moans as her middle finger went in and out. I stared wide-eyed at the junction of her finger and the center of her vulva, watching her swollen, red vulva and the vulva that lingered affectionately as her finger moved in and out. Involuntarily, I reached into my crotch.

She seemed to have been pent-up desire for too long; after only a few strokes of her clitoris, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, covering her fingers and the opening of her vagina, glistening brightly. Her vagina and fingers rubbed together, producing a joyful sound, lubricated by the fluid. Her moans grew more intense, her body swaying slightly with each movement, like a snake in heat.

Suddenly, I saw her stand up, legs straight, eyes closed, fingers probing deeply, letting out a low "Ah!"—she had orgasmed. I rubbed my own hand, a tingling sensation spreading through me, my glans releasing, and I ejaculated all my love for Xiaomin, a surge of heat rising from my groin.

Looking at Xiaomin again, she slowly withdrew her fingers from her vagina, her fingers covered in her vaginal fluid, wet and glistening. As her fingers were withdrawn, a small stream of fragrant vaginal fluid flowed out, trickling down her standing body and down her thighs.

Her entire vulva was wet with her own love juice, the flesh swollen and glistening, radiating a cool sensation, shamelessly displaying the satisfaction she had just experienced.

It was a long, long time before Xiaomin finally emerged from the pleasure of her self-pleasure. She took out a tissue, gently wiped her vulva, put her camisole and leather skirt back to their original state, and walked out the door with a joyful and satisfied expression. I knew that her cunt would soon be accumulating excitement for the next moment of satisfaction.

After she left, I got up and cleaned up the filth on my body, then opened the door and walked around to her office. As soon as I opened the door, I asked, "Finished looking? How was what I introduced?" Xiaomin giggled, "I didn't think much of it! Next time, try something better." "Really? You didn't react after looking?" I feigned surprise and deliberately leaned down to check her panties. She laughed even harder, but this time the laughter lacked its seductive charm; instead, it was quite cute. She only slightly dodged, but I still saw her panties. I clearly remember that the opening of her white panties was slightly wet, probably from aftercare. And the date September 1st and Xiaomin's plump vulva were forever etched in my mind. (

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