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It was almost 8 PM when I left the office. I stood by the roadside, ready to call a taxi back to my hotel. For some reason, I waited a long time but no car came. Just as I was about to give up and look for the subway station, I heard a car horn nearby. "Miss, it's hard to get a taxi at this hour! Where do you want to go? I'll take you." I looked closer and saw a black sedan. In the driver's seat was a man in his forties, with greasy hair and a large build. Looking at his somewhat frivolous demeanor, I became a little wary. After all, I was alone in a strange city at night, and it was best to be cautious.
"It's okay, no need for now. I'm going back to the Wangchen Hotel. I'll take the subway."
"Haha, then you'll have to wait. It's a half-hour walk to the subway station from here. You won't get home until midnight."
Hearing him say that, I became hesitant. After all, it was so late, and I didn't know the way. When would I get back to the hotel?
Seeing my hesitation, the greasy, overweight man pulled the car closer and persuaded me, "Look, I know the way to Wangchen Hotel very well. It'll cost you fifty yuan with a ride-hailing app, but I'll give you thirty and take you there. Is that okay?"
I couldn't bear to refuse, since getting home too late would affect my plans for tomorrow, so I readily agreed and got in through the front door. The moment I stepped inside, I smelled a strong odor of smoke and alcohol, and I wondered if the driver had just finished drinking. Just as I was about to ask, he floored the gas pedal and sped onto the main road. I secretly rejoiced that I was in the passenger seat; otherwise, the violent shaking might have made me carsick.
As I took out my lipstick to touch up my makeup, I noticed the overweight driver's gaze was wandering, constantly glancing at my bare, white thighs, which weren't covered by stockings. In a moment of panic, I quickly put down my lipstick and struck up a conversation with him: "Sir, what's your surname?"
My sudden question seemed to have caught his eye, and the driver immediately replied, "My surname is Song. No need for formalities, haha. And you, beautiful lady? How old are you?"
"Just call me Xiao Ke. I'm not young anymore, but I'll keep the details a secret." I thought to myself, who asks a girl's age like that?
"Hehe, no need to say anything, I think you're only in your early twenties. You're probably not married yet, right? Do you have a boyfriend?"
The more she questioned me, the more annoyed I became, so I casually replied, "More or less. Please drive slowly and watch out for the road ahead; I'm getting a little carsick." I then put my bag on my lap, leaned back, and closed my eyes to rest.
The car was silent for a while, with a traditional Chinese comedy program playing on the radio. Perhaps because the road was becoming smoother, I slowly recovered from my mild carsickness and closed my eyes, enjoying this rare moment of peace. Just then, I felt something warm, rough, and greasy rubbing against my thigh. Half-opening my eyes, I saw that it was Mr. Song, taking advantage of shifting gears, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally stroking my fair thigh closest to him with the back of his hand. I was slightly disgusted by his behavior, thinking, "Screw him, daring to take advantage of me so openly!" I wanted to stop him immediately, but a sense of pleasurable excitement welled up inside me. Perhaps it was because I hadn't been touched by a man in a long time, or perhaps this sneaky, lewd behavior was exciting and stimulating. So I closed my eyes again, pretending to fall asleep, and moved my body towards the car door. But this movement had an unexpected effect; half of my soft, white buttocks sprang out from my hot pants. This sight would surely give Mr. Song, who was already distracted from driving, an even better view. Sure enough, seeing that I didn't resist, the drunken and immoral Mr. Song became even more brazen, directly groping my knees and buttocks. At this moment, besides the faint sound of the radio, the only other sound in the car was his increasingly lewd and heavy breathing. As for me, I seemed to be enjoying this moment, my heart pounding even faster, and I was somewhat looking forward to what other lewd things the driver would do next.
Just then, an even more embarrassing scene unfolded. This fat man slipped his hand between my half-raised buttocks and the fabric of my hot pants and slipped it into my private area, starting to vigorously rub against my silk underwear. I began to tremble uncontrollably during this teasing, my body began to feel hot, and a warm current seemed to be surging out of my private area. And at this crucial moment, I couldn't help but let out a soft "uh-ah," which completely ignited the fire in Mr. Song's heart, and made him completely lose his restraint. His right hand became even more unrestrained, and he slipped it between my t-shirt and shorts, grabbing my left breast and kneading it. I grabbed his hand, which was inside my shirt, as if I'd been electrocuted, and said in a coquettish voice, "Master Song, what are you doing..."
The fat Master Song showed no sign of stopping, and with a lewd grin, asked, "Little Ke, you're so fair-skinned, your skin feels like it's made of water. What do you do for a living? Why are you dressed so revealingly at a hotel so late?"
Only then did I realize he'd mistaken me for a prostitute and, emboldened by alcohol, wanted to take advantage of me. Actually, I was already aroused, but I couldn't let this fat thief get away with it, so I just let him continue, letting his large hands roughly knead my soft breasts. He'd already touched them quite a bit anyway. His forceful kneading made my body go weak, and my whole body went numb. What I didn't notice was that Mr. Song had already parked the car in a sparsely populated, abandoned parking lot, and, panting heavily, said to me, "Xiao Ke, you're so beautiful, I want to kiss your whole body!" With that, the greasy, fat driver grabbed my waist and began kissing my neck, arms, and even thighs with his tobacco- and alcohol-smelling mouth—more like licking than kissing. He muttered, "How much? Name your price! Let me fuck you! I've been holding back for so long, ever since I saw you on the street today, I've been so aroused, my dick is rock hard!" As he spoke, he pressed my hand against his already rock-hard penis and rubbed it vigorously. "This Mr. Song, who seemed to have already lost his mind, immediately began to enjoy my body while muttering some lewd words: 'See, I told you, we men in this line of work can't be wrong about women. You're just a prostitute. I could smell your slutty odor as soon as you got in the car tonight! Tell me, how much is enough for me? Let me have some fun tonight!'
Although I was also aroused by the teasing, and my private parts were obviously wet, reason prevailed. I couldn't let things escalate further, so I tried to calm myself down and said, 'Ouch, you're hurting me. Can you let me finish what I have to say before you do it?'" "I really have an important client to meet tonight. You see, it's not easy for a girl like me who doesn't know anyone here. Please, have mercy on me. I'll serve you properly in a couple of days when I have time, okay..." As I spoke, I slipped my soft, delicate hand into Master Song's already swollen crotch and grabbed his rock-hard, burning-hot penis.
Master Song, sensing my actions, became even more convinced of his judgment. His fleshy face beamed with smug satisfaction. He vigorously slid his rough, greasy, tobacco-stained left hand across my smooth, white thigh, while his right hand slipped inside my t-shirt and bra, grabbing and kneading my firm breasts.
"Oh, my dear sister, let me fuck you! I'm already itching to go, I'm dying of desire! Come on, have some fun with your brother, your soft, smooth skin feels so good, your breasts are so bouncy and soft! I can't take it anymore!" This fat bastard roared incoherently as he forced his large hand, which had been sliding on my buttocks, toward my private parts, while his other hand pulled out from under my shirt and went to unfasten the safety buckle on my shorts. At this moment, I verbally catered to this greedy fat pig while vigorously stroking his engorged, hot, and throbbing penis. Just as he was about to pull down my shorts and silk underwear, exposing my private triangle, and even his filthy, obscene fingers seemed to be touching my thick pubic hair, at this critical moment, Master Song suddenly shuddered and shouted at me, "Fuck you, stop jerking, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum, ouch, ouch! Ah... ah!" With a violent spasm, I felt several streams of hot liquid spray from my palms to my arms and body, and a strong, fishy smell filled the air. The erect penis that was about to penetrate my hole instantly retracted.
A few minutes later, Mr. Song, slumped in his seat, mocked me, "Well, you little slut, you took care of me with just your hands. You're a fucking gem. I'll let you off this time, but next time I'll fuck your cunt raw." I ignored his filthy language and quickly used the wet wipes I had in my bag to clean the still-warm semen off my body. The sticky liquid was running down my smooth skin to my thighs. Unfortunately, my clothes were completely stained, and I didn't even want to wash them. Thinking about it, I realized how wanton I was. I absolutely couldn't tell a second person about what happened tonight. Afterward, I continued to gravitate towards the hotel in his black sedan, this greasy fat pig. All the way, this lecherous fat pig kept touching my body and asking me all sorts of questions. He was really taking advantage of me. But then I thought, he's been driving all day, so I guess I'll just consider it a treat for the working class!

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