Sex at the Aluminum Plant

This story has only two main characters. She is a married woman, and he is a married man; she is an accountant, and he is the factory manager's driver; she is beautiful, and he is young and vigorous. Let's call her Fen and him Qiang. Qiang, 34 years old, drives a Santana 2000. Every day, he follows the factory manager, indulging in lavish meals and drinks, traveling around, and making a considerable amount of extra money. Of course, he also accompanies the factory manager to places of ill repute, his heart already wandering far away. Qiang's wife and children are far away in the United States, making him even more unrestrained and reckless. There are many romantic affairs involving him in this factory. Qiang, however, doesn't care at all. Given his current relationship with the factory manager, and the manager's trust in him, who would dare to do anything to him? After all, the factory's wages are quite high in the city, and no one wants to lose their job. Moreover, no one has ever caught Qiang with any real evidence. Qiang is very careful in this regard, after all, he comes from a reconnaissance background. The men could only swallow their anger and silently endure the cuckolding, daring not to speak out. Just like the lyrics of a song, "I can't beat you in a fight, I can only curse you behind your back." Qiang became increasingly arrogant, spending his days eyeing the pretty young women and wives in the factory, taking advantage of their inattention to grope and flirt, finding pleasure in it all. One day, Qiang waited for the factory manager to come out of a meeting downstairs in the office building. He leisurely smoked a Zhonghua brand cigarette. He rolled down the car window and exhaled a cloud of smoke, the milky white smoke rising with the breeze. Qiang, still sleepy, was about to lean back in his car and drift off to sleep when he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a woman's back. She wore a dark green skirt and a white top, swaying gently, her hair pinned up with a hair clip, her full hips swaying naturally as she walked. Qiang's eyesight was excellent; he could vaguely see the bra strap peeking out from behind her back—truly an irresistible sight, a captivating allure. He watched as the woman entered the building and slowly disappeared from his sight. Qiang spat out a mouthful of phlegm, but stubbornly kept his eyes glued to the entrance. About fifteen minutes later, the woman reappeared. Qiang's gaze was fixed on her. "Oh… isn't that Accountant Xiao Fen?" he thought. "How come I never noticed her like this before? A strong sense of passion emanated from her eyes." "This woman must be amazing in bed!" Qiang thought to himself. As Fen entered, Qiang called out, "Xiao Fen, where are you going?" "It's Brother Qiang. I just submitted a report," the woman replied cautiously, knowing Qiang's character. "Oh, do you want me to take you home?" he said, opening the car door and chasing after her. "You, weren't you waiting for the factory manager?" The woman didn't dare offend him; her husband was a director under the factory manager, and she couldn't afford to provoke this favorite of the factory manager. A-Qiang reached out and suddenly grabbed the woman's small hand, pulling her towards the car. "It's okay, the factory manager's in a long meeting, I'll take you first." The woman tried hard to shake off A-Qiang's hand, but how could she be a match for A-Qiang, a former soldier? A-Qiang dragged her into the car. A-Qiang quickly locked the car door, ran to the driver's seat, and started the car. A-Du's hoarse singing voice came from inside the car. A-Qiang looked smugly at the woman in the back, "Where are you going?" The woman had no other choice and didn't dare look ahead, whispering the address she wanted to go. A-Qiang looked at the woman in the back through the rearview mirror; the woman's body was...The woman's figure was so curvaceous. She didn't look like a woman who had been married for several years. A-Qiang was so focused on the rearview mirror that he almost crashed into the car in front of him. As he braked, A-Fen screamed and slammed into him. A-Qiang smelled the fragrance of her hair, his eyes glazed over, completely disoriented. "Xiao Fen, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful and charming." A-Qiang didn't know how to use flowery language. "Brother Qiang, don't make fun of me," A-Fen said softly, shifting her gaze to the window. Looking at the woman's alluring figure, "I must have her," A-Qiang thought viciously. Soon, the car arrived at Fen's workplace. As the woman opened the car door and was about to step out, A-Qiang twisted his body and pinched A-Fen's buttocks. "What are you doing!" A-Fen suddenly cried out. "Nothing, I'll come visit you later!" the man said with a forced smile. A-Fen hurriedly ran away. Entering her office, Fen's heart was still pounding, her face flushed. She drank a glass of water, which gradually calmed her down. Yet, a strange feeling lingered. She hated the lecherous man, but the instant her buttocks were roughly pinched, she felt a strange mix of pleasure and shyness she'd never experienced before. This was a feeling she shouldn't have towards a man like that. What was wrong with her? Fen was 31 years old and worked as an accountant at the factory. Her husband, young as he was, was already a manager. Although they didn't have children yet, Fen always considered herself to have a perfect family. Her only regret was that her husband wasn't very interested in sex; it was always like chewing wax, mechanical, and he'd ejaculate in just a few minutes. Although she knew her husband loved her deeply, she couldn't bear the feeling of unsatisfaction. She had consulted some experts, who said her husband probably had frigidity. She suggested he see a doctor, but he always said he didn't have time and refused. Poor Fen, possessing a beautiful body, yet unable to receive a man's pleasure. Deep down, she longed to be pierced again and again by a strong, powerful man, like in adult videos. Three or four days passed. Fen's husband went on a business trip, but A-Qiang didn't come to see her. Fen had gradually forgotten what A-Qiang had said; it was just a joke. After all, she was a married woman. Even if A-Qiang was powerful, he wouldn't dare be so bold. A-Qiang didn't think so. Since that first meeting with Fen, he had been deeply infatuated with this woman, paying attention to news about her intentionally or unintentionally. He was waiting for an opportunity to strike. This time, with her husband away on a business trip, his chance had arrived. "She can't escape my grasp," A-Qiang always told himself. Heaven only favors those who can seize opportunities, and A-Qiang believed himself to be that person. After all, the lucrative job of factory manager's driver was something he had obtained through countless begging and pleading. It was a late July evening in the height of summer. The sun had gradually closed its eyes, leaving only a hazy half of the sky tinged with the colors of sunset. The moon slowly peeked out, casting its light upon the earth. Cicadas chirped intermittently in the trees. Outside, people sought refuge from the heat, the boundless heat enveloping the entire world, sweat seeping from their pores. The treetops were only occasionally stirred by a weak breeze, offering no relief whatsoever to those outside. The swimming pool, built with funds from the factory, was bustling with people. A-Qiang was there too, his gaze fixed on A-Fen in the distance. These past few days, the pool had been exceptionally busy, and A-Fen, unable to resist the allure of her friends, had come to this place that could at least be considered a summer retreat. She wore a pink one-piece swimsuit, displaying her perfect figure in the slightly murky water, occasionally attracting several hot, admiring glances. Afen's female companions gradually dispersed, leaving only Afen, who wasn't a very good swimmer. She wore a swim ring and swam slowly, occasionally splashing water. "Sister, you're so beautiful!" "You have such a great figure!" Several figures slowly approached Afen. Afen then realized they were talking about her. She looked at the group and saw three young men, a wicked glint in their eyes. "Sister, is anyone with you? We'll teach you how to swim." "I don't need you to teach me! Xiaoqin, Zhou Mi, where are you?" The pool was filled with noise, and Afen's cries were like a stone sinking into the sea. "Sister, play with us, we'll teach you." A thin young man said mischievously, then suddenly dove into the water, swam underwater, grabbed Afen's calf, and began to grope her. The other two boys also quickly submerged and swam towards Afen. Afen panicked and struggled to kick her legs, but to no avail. "What are you doing?! You perverts!!" The men ignored Afen's cries. One of the young men even touched between Afen's legs, her most private area. Afen felt a jolt, as if struck by lightning, and froze. The young men became even more brazen, continuing to grope every part of Afen's body. Afen's mind went blank. She had never been molested by so many people at the same time. Driven by shame as a woman, she turned and desperately tried to swim to the shore, but the young men held her legs tightly, preventing her from moving. Afen was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. "Ouch!" one of the young men holding Afen cried out, clutching his head. Two other young men were kicked away by someone. Afen was freed and swam to the edge of the pool. She climbed out and looked into the water, only to find that it was Aqiang who had helped her. Aqiang also climbed out of the pool, followed by the young men. "You fucking tired of living, daring to touch me!!" the skinny young man roared at A-Qiang. The three youths were notorious local thugs, known for petty theft and other misdeeds. "You little bastards, don't you know what's good for you? If you know what's good for you, get out of here, or I'll cripple you all." Without another word, the youths unleashed a flurry of kicks and punches. In just a few seconds, the three thugs were sprawled on the ground. A-Qiang, true to his reconnaissance background, was incredibly skilled. Blood gushed from the skinny young man's nostrils. A-Qiang followed, kicking them both into the water. A-Fen's two girlfriends also arrived, surrounding her with questions. A-Fen felt embarrassed, managed a few polite replies, and headed towards the changing room, apparently to change. The two women had no choice; no one would feel good after something like this happened. They thanked A-Qiang a few times and went with A-Fen. A-Qiang looked at the young men in the water, a cold smile appearing on his face, and turned to leave as well. A-Qiang changed his clothes quickly and hid in his car early, lighting a cigarette and secretly plotting his next move. A good hunter has a good habit: the ability to wait. When A-Fen and the other two came out, A-Qiang called out, "You three, come to my car. I'll give you a ride." His eyes were fixed on A-Fen. A-Fen felt embarrassed, after all, he had just saved her, so she got into the car. The air conditioning was on in the car, bringing a refreshing coolness. The two women chattered about what had just happened. "Brother Qiang, you're really amazing! Those three were no match for you. Teach us some self-defense moves!" They had forgotten that A-Qiang was a lecher; now they only saw him as a hero who had saved the beauties. "Okay, I'll teach you sometime." Afen, however, kept her head down, silent. Water droplets from her hair dripped onto the leather sofa in the car. She was still thinking about what had just happened; Aqiang's strong body was still flashing in her mind. His movements—so manly! If only she could make love with him… "What am I thinking?" Afen silently scolded herself. "Afen, what are you thinking about? Aren't you going to thank Brother Qiang?" Afen remained silent, only continuing to wipe her hair with a towel. The car stopped near one of the best local bars. Aqiang invited them in for a few drinks and a bite to eat. "Forget it, I don't want to go, Brother Qiang, thank you. I want to go back." "You won't even give me this much face?" Aqiang said with a smile. "That's right, Brother Qiang is so generous! Afen, why are you being so stingy?" Afen couldn't resist his persuasion and followed him inside. Kenny King's saxophone music played in the bar, and several couples danced slowly, cheek to cheek, in the dim light. Time seemed to stand still, a touch of romance and leisure washing over Afen. "Yeah, it's been so long since I've been to a place with this kind of ambiance," Afen thought, as if touched by something. Aqiang ordered several pitchers of ice-cold beer, took a big gulp, and then said to them, "Come on, cheers! To our first meeting." Afen also took a small sip; the coolness of the beer quickly warmed her, making her feel much more comfortable. Her two girlfriends, always eager for a lively atmosphere, chattered excitedly with Aqiang, and the four of them kept toasting and drinking, quickly finishing a pitcher of beer. Afen's girlfriend wanted to go up and sing, but A...Fen felt a slight buzz from being drunk. She got up and headed for the bathroom, completely unaware that A-Qiang had followed her in. Fen washed her face, looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but feel sorry for herself. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were slightly alluring. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply. "Why are you sighing?" Fen was startled and turned around quickly, only to find A-Qiang watching her from behind. Fen panicked and tried to leave, but A-Qiang's strong arms blocked her way. "You, you move aside!" "What if I don't move aside?" A-Qiang said with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on Fen's eyes. Fen dared not look at him. "Someone will be here soon!" Fen said softly. A-Qiang suddenly pulled the woman into his arms and then closed the door. "No, don't do this!" Fen struggled in the man's arms, but how could she break free? "I know you need me, I've known for a long time. Your man is a piece of trash!" A-Qiang said excitedly as he picked up the woman and placed her on the sink. "Your man is a piece of trash!" These words struck A-Fen like a slap in the face. She smelled a man's scent, which overwhelmed all her senses. "I'm telling you, A-Fen, I'm not afraid of you reporting me. Even if I end up in jail, I'll still have you!" Such vulgar words made A-Fen's heart waver even more. After saying this, A-Qiang launched his attack. He lifted A-Fen's clothes, buried his head deeply in her chest, and ripped off her bra, throwing it to the ground. When A-Qiang sucked hard on her nipple, A-Fen completely gave up resisting, gave up struggling. Her original sense of shame had been thrown to the winds. She didn't know why she had changed so quickly, so easily, accepting this man with a less-than-stellar reputation. All she knew was that her nipples slowly grew larger and harder under the man's sucking, and she felt as if she were on a cloud, a strong tingling sensation piercing her central nervous system. Wasn't this the kind of man she was longing for? The man gently teased the woman's nipples with the tip of his tongue, his tongue constantly changing its posture—flicking, licking, pulling, and curling; occasionally, he would lightly bite the nipples, which were already as hard as walnuts, with the tips of his teeth; suddenly, he would take half of the woman's breast into his mouth and suck hard! The woman seemed to be under a spell, hugging the man's head, her whole body trembling slightly. There was a warm, tingling sensation between her legs. The man stopped attacking the woman's breasts, quickly pulled down her panties, and put them in his pocket. Fen immediately felt a continuous flow of fluid between her legs, the fluid seeming to beckon the man, "Come, come, I crave your nourishment." The man unzipped his pants, revealing he wasn't wearing underwear. His enormous penis, like a dragon unleashed from its cage, surged forth, imposing and ferocious. He forced the woman to look at his penis. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and was immediately stunned. He forcefully pulled her disobedient hands, making her grasp his penis. Fen had never known a man's penis could be so hot; she simply stared blankly at it. The man smiled, knowing the time had come. Without any foreplay, he parted the woman's thighs and thrust forcefully into her body. The woman covered her mouth and let out a deep, silent cry, "Soar, dragon!" she silently chanted in her heart. The man had finally obtained the body of the woman he had tirelessly desired. He gripped one of Fen's thighs in each hand and began a frenzied thrusting. The man showed no mercy, relentlessly pounding into the woman's body with his primal power. The sound of his penis striking her flesh grew louder and louder; if one were looking down from above, what a lewd scene it would be! The woman was nearly driven mad by the man's relentless assault. Like a small boat tossed about by raging storms, she was repeatedly lifted to the crest of a wave and then violently thrown back down. Her juices flowed freely down her thighs; she had never shed so much fluid before. She no longer knew who she was; she only knew she was a slut, a whore, a young woman who needed to be fucked! The man reached the climax, but the woman had already lost herself. In the first few thrusts, she had already climaxed. He grabbed Fen's breasts and thrust rapidly over a hundred times. With a sigh, he released a torrent of semen into her. He wiped the semen and vaginal fluid from her vulva and thighs with paper, then kissed Fen fiercely. Fen was shy and anxious, but unable to escape, and could only let him do as he pleased. A while later, Qiang returned to the bar, while Fen tidied her clothes before slowly entering. She told the two meddlesome men that she had been inside for so long because of an upset stomach. The day passed just like that. When Qiang drove Afen to her apartment building, Afen stepped out of the car, gave Qiang a resentful look, and walked into the deep stairwell. Qiang was extremely pleased with himself; he had conquered another woman. Whistling, he drove home to sleep. When Afen got home, she discovered that her underwear and bra had been taken by the man. She rushed to the balcony, but the Santana was already gone. The man's violence and subsequent tenderness deeply moved Afen. With a touch of loneliness, a sense of satisfaction, and a hint of guilt, Afen fell into a deep sleep. That night, she slept exceptionally well. Time slipped through her fingers day by day. Afen could no longer resist the man. They left behind wild passions in their respective homes, on the balcony, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, and in the kitchen. The man's methods, sometimes wild, sometimes tender, made this woman unable to resist, deeply sinking her into the bottomless abyss of love. She was completely conquered by this man, in just half a month. Sometimes she even wondered how she had fallen so quickly, becoming incredibly promiscuous in bed, trying almost every move she'd ever seen in videos in a short time. Afen had changed, changed so quickly, so completely. Perhaps you, the readers, don't believe it, but a lonely woman meeting such a man is like dry tinder igniting a fire—uncontrollable. Once the fire beneath the surface bursts forth, it inevitably erupts fiercely. August arrived in the blink of an eye, the weather still as hot as ever. Afen and Qiang's affair had already spread to a small circle in their workplace, but the two were completely unconcerned. Qiang seemed to have forgotten his wife and son in America, seeking pleasure with Fen whenever he had free time. Coincidentally, Fen's husband was constantly traveling for work, rarely returning home, which further increased their opportunities for indulgence. However, as the Buddhist saying goes: good deeds bring good rewards, evil deeds bring evil consequences; cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable. During a lunch break at work, Qiang drove Fen to a secluded spot within the factory. He turned on the car's air conditioning, closed the doors, sealed the windows, then took off his own clothes and stripped Fen naked. The two engaged in various positions—69, doggy style, and the man-on-the-seat position—enacting a series of incredibly erotic and arousing acts in the small space. After Qiang ejaculated his last semen into Fen's body, the two embraced and rested peacefully, never to rise again. They were discovered by workers who came to the factory; both had stopped breathing and were dead. The cause of death—was it the cold air conditioning? Or oxygen deprivation?—remained unknown. Afterwards, the factory carefully covered up the incident, but secrets don't stay hidden forever, and it became a topic of conversation. Qiang's wife returned to China to file for divorce and went back to the United States, never to return. Fen's husband resigned and disappeared; his whereabouts remain unknown.

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