Miss China Telecom

China Telecom's "Ladies'

Layout": A Beauty Killer (
Word Count: 2529)

One Friday afternoon last year, I went to the China Telecom branch in the Trade Center Building to cancel my internet account. In recent years, China Telecom's underhanded tactics had become too shady, raising prices through a series of so-called "price adjustment schemes." For us internet addicts who spent over ten hours a day online (at that time I was unemployed and spent my days idly browsing pornographic websites), and had no income, the four-figure monthly phone bill was unbearable.

Arriving at the China Telecom branch on the second floor of the Trade Center, I saw two ladies at the service counter. One of them was very pretty, with braids, a pure and lovely face, bright lipstick, and wearing a neat blue and white China Telecom uniform—she had the air of a flight attendant. I couldn't help but marvel that even in such a shady place as China Telecom, there was such a beautiful woman.

I told her I was there to cancel my account, and after completing the formalities, I left. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. China Telecom had such good girls; wouldn't it be great if we could all sleep with them? I joked with myself, "China Telecom is so fat because of us ordinary people's money. Wouldn't it be great if this girl gave me a good time? Haha! Consider it serving the people."

But this thought made a stronger inclination in me. I suddenly remembered all the unfair phone bills I'd received over the past few months, and the feeling of being fooled by China Telecom. The helplessness of being exploited by a monopolistic industry made me furious. We've all suffered for so long, isn't it too much to ask for such a nice girl to give up for a while? Consider it compensation for the people's hard-earned money! Doing this is acting on behalf of heaven, for all internet addicts, for the people. Today, I'll let this daughter of a local tyrant provide some service as compensation to vent my anger!

I waited until 5:30 when the telecom office closed. I waited on the second floor until the pretty telecom lady came out, then followed her downstairs. We walked and walked, and after a while, we arrived at Jinghao Garden. It turned out she lived there. This is the staff dormitory for China Telecom employees. They're squeezing our hard-earned money out of us and spending it here! I've never seen a company allocate housing in such a luxurious place, especially in the prime location of Ya Yi Ge in the city center! If I don't expose you today, I'll have failed all the netizens.

I followed her to a building. It seemed like most of the apartments here were still empty, only a few families had moved in. The whole complex was deserted; this was practically the perfect spot for a rape!

Since there were so few people, I figured she'd notice me following her. So I stopped following her downstairs and waited for her to get on the elevator. Then I saw the light go up to the 16th floor. Oh, what a great spot! I looked around the new aristocratic building; it was empty, only five or six apartments, and no one else lived on or around the 16th floor. So I rushed to the elevator and followed her to the 16th floor, then rang her doorbell.

After a while, she opened the door. She had changed into slippers, and her uniform had loosened up; she was probably getting ready to change. Before she could finish her question, I rushed inside and slammed the door shut. She was startled, and by the time she reacted, I had her in my arms.

"You...what?!"

"Heh, go ahead and scream. This upscale apartment building has a glass-enclosed balcony with no big iron door, and it's always tightly shut. It's like a soundproof room. Plus, there's no one around here, no one on the left, right, up, or down. Even if you scream your lungs out, it won't do any good."
I impatiently pushed her to the ground, eager to devour the beauty before me. I first fondled her breasts—the full bosom I'd been wanting to see—and then, while caressing them, I unbuttoned her top. I ignored her screams, ripped off her bra, and then, holding her arms down, I lowered my head and kissed her breasts, sometimes circling my tongue around her nipples, sometimes pressing them with my teeth. I noticed her nipples were very red and tender, suggesting she wasn't used to such things.

Judging from the room, she was also a single aristocrat. As if countless netizens were cheering me on from behind, I frantically used my mouth to stimulate her breasts. She seemed to be losing strength after her futile resistance, and her physical reactions began to overcome her reason. She gave up her fearless shouting and began to calm down.

She recognized me as the customer from before. She started talking, but her voice was lower and she stopped shouting. She tried to reason with me, asking why I was doing this, and then urging me to stop, saying things like young people shouldn't act impulsively and make mistakes. She said she wouldn't call the police if I stopped immediately, and even went on to talk about the kindness of my teachers and parents, spouting all sorts of nonsense.

I didn't care what she was saying. I believed I was doing the most righteous thing. Thinking of the hateful China Telecom made me furious. She continued her rambling, occasionally letting out a soft cry when I bit her nipple or when she became aroused.

My lust was rising, and I wanted to quench my thirst as well. I turned her over, grabbed her neck with one hand, pressed her down onto the teak floor, and used the other hand to peel off her skirt from behind. I unzipped the skirt and flipped it up over her back. Then I pulled down her panties—wow, she was soaking wet! It was completely wet and had even dripped down her thighs. It seemed my mouth had a strong effect on her breasts.

Her vulva was so beautiful, tender and full; it definitely wasn't common. I was even more certain of my earlier assessment. I could vaguely see the pink slit of her vulva glistening in the fresh flesh. Oh, I couldn't resist! I zipped up my pants, pulled out my already rock-hard cock, and yelled, "You're China Telecom!"
I aimed at her hole and thrust in hard. Although her hole was tight, the abundant lubricant helped me penetrate all the way in.

Her vagina wasn't very deep, and it couldn't fully enclose her because my large penis was thrusting in too fast and too hard. She cried out, but I didn't care. I immediately started thrusting rapidly and frantically, each thrust hitting her G-spot. As I thrust, I thought about how incredibly pleasurable it was for the China Telecom prostitute to be beneath me.

She seemed to be in some pain, moaning as she was being pleasured. Under my relentless onslaught, her vagina began to expand more, and she started to feel more and more aroused. I could tell she was enjoying it, though her eyes were almost closed, her expression revealing the struggle between her will and her body. But soon, in the midst of this intense storm, she climaxed. I ignored her panting and continued thrusting.

After about 20 minutes, she had already had two orgasms, and her body relaxed. I didn't hold her head down, and she didn't resist, so I pulled my hands back and grabbed her buttocks, thrusting even harder…
…

After a while, I finally ejaculated. I pushed hard a few times, forcefully shooting a large amount of hot semen deep into her vagina. She seemed exhausted and disoriented. I pulled out my penis, rested for about 10 minutes, then put it in her mouth again, forcing her to perform oral sex. Once it was hard, I thrust it back in and raped her passionately.

That night, I don't know how many rounds I did; I only remember how pleasurable and satisfying it was. She seemed to enjoy it too… I also experienced immense pleasure and satisfaction from this revenge-style rape! I didn't leave until after 8 pm, leaving her alone, dazed, in the mansion.

On my way home, looking at the lights of countless homes, and thinking that Chinese netizens, who have suffered so much under the exploitation of telecommunications companies, finally had someone stand up for them, I felt incredibly relieved and gratified. I muttered to myself, "Let's go to an internet cafe..." And after that day, I went online again.

[The End]

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