Angel Series: A Bar Adventure (Short Story) Author: tianshibuzai

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I was happy that you all liked my last post, so I've decided to keep going and try to finish the rest of the story. (P.S. The dialogue might not be the exact words, but the general content should be similar.) Anyway
, after breaking up with my first girlfriend in college, I actually had a second girlfriend, but this one completely failed to provide sexual pleasure. To be honest, her libido and sexual ability were terrible. Besides moaning a few times in bed and
occasionally getting a little wild, she couldn't even satisfy me in the basic 69 position without me being taught it several times. Later, I made a tough decision and dumped her after only six or seven times. I remember the last time, probably because I knew I wouldn't be seeing her again, we went a little crazy, and I didn't get up until after 2 PM the next day. Enough rambling, let's get to the point. About a month after that
, because I really didn't want to find another girlfriend, and I'd become addicted to drinking (I was influenced by my classmates; I didn't really like drinking before, but after a few drinks, I found I really enjoyed that floating feeling, so... I fell into depravity). However, I found that drinking was much cheaper than renting a hotel room. Of course, if I could hook up with a girl after drinking, that would be awesome. So, during that time, I frequently went to bars, enjoying the lewd atmosphere. The school was in the suburbs, so the bars were very chaotic and lewd; you guys can probably imagine what that was like.
In the bars, I often saw groups of girls dancing together, some even in the dead of winter wearing shorts, some with brightly colored hair. These kinds of girls are easy to get, but thinking about it, it's better to spend RMB at a florist's to buy a chicken dinner
. Yes, I kept looking. Persistence pays off, and one night, while drinking alone, I ran into her, hehe. When she came in, she was wearing a very ordinary down jacket and tight jeans, her hair was waist-length, and she wasn't very tall,
probably less than 1.6 meters. As for her breasts and buttocks, I couldn't see them clearly at first glance because of the lighting. Coincidentally, she sat right in my seat. There weren't many seats available, but it was unusual for her to sit at my table.
After stealing a glance, I asked, "Beautiful lady, do I know you?" She looked up at me and replied, "No!" "
Then why did you sit here? I thought I knew you, such a beautiful lady." She smiled and replied, "I'm meeting my friend at this table. Can I sit back down?"
"Of course, I'd love to! How about this, I'll buy you a drink." "No, thank you."
And then the story began. She sat there for over an hour, but her friend never showed up. At first, she refused the drink I offered, but later she reluctantly accepted it. Then, I ordered some spicy snacks, which she surprisingly enjoyed. Later, I learned she was from Anhui and had
been working locally for over two months. She had arranged to meet her female friend here, but the woman hadn't shown up, and she couldn't reach her by phone. She lived quite far away, and she had planned to stay at her friend's place that night. Suddenly, I felt this was a good opportunity; maybe I could even bump into a virgin. Looking closely at her, she was actually quite pretty, with well-proportioned features, just lacking in elegance. In short, she was a beauty. She was wearing a down jacket
... I couldn't tell her breast size, but judging by the shape, they probably weren't too small (I'm very particular about women's breasts; if they're too small, I have no interest in them). So I started my plan. I began chatting with her about everything under the sun, from the most obscure to the most trivial, and we talked about everything under the sun, with witty remarks throughout. She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to meet a friend, not to mention that it was past ten o'clock, and the only way to get home was by taxi. When it was past ten o'clock, she looked at her watch and realized how late it was. She called her friend again, but no one answered, and she started to get anxious. I had drunk a lot of alcohol and started pretending to be drunk.
I
boldly said, "Beautiful lady, I think you shouldn't go back. Your friend can't come anyway. Why don't you find a hotel nearby to stay for the night? You're off tomorrow anyway, so wait for your friend and see if you can see him." She hesitated, maybe because of the money, or maybe because she was scared. Later, I discovered... the terrifying truth.
4 ~0 p5 `8 e1 a* v I was surprised that she agreed immediately. Then I took her to a hotel that I often go to. The place was cheap and clean. The most important thing was that the boss kept accounts for me and never collected money after everything was done. It was very convenient. The most terrible thing is that the boss is a prostitute, in her forties, who dresses like a prostitute every day, but she seems to have never seen her husband. OK, let’s get down to business. When I got to the room, I deliberately pretended to be drunk, rushed to the bathroom, closed the door, and took a shower. . . (The order seems to be reversed). When she came out
z. a3 s0 g* d; y/ [$ { , she had already taken off her down jacket, which was wearing a round-neck white sweater. Her breasts were really good, about a c., not bad, hehe. . . I said, "Sorry, I'm drunk." "It's okay, men are like this. I'm used to it." "Ah." I was surprised, but I'm used to it. . . It seems to have some special meaning: "I'm a student. It's not a good idea to go home drunk at night. How about you chat with me for a while and I'll go back after I've sobered up a bit, okay." 8 She said ,
"No problem, I don't really feel like sleeping either. Besides, you booked this room, you can stay too." "Ah!" I was surprised again. "You can stay too?" Why did I have this feeling that she had ulterior motives...?
I sat obediently on the bed, chatting (this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing), and suddenly I felt her hands were very restless, wandering all over my body, occasionally touching my perpetually erect penis. Suddenly, she unzipped my jeans and quickly released my penis, "Sis sees how uncomfortable you are, let me serve you." Without another word, she started giving me oral sex, touching almost the entire glans and base of my penis.
My little brother felt like a tiny fish in her mouth, going in and out, it felt so good. She kept winking at me, the temptation was almost overwhelming, I felt like I wanted to ejaculate all over her mouth right away. I couldn't let myself be defeated like that, I turned her over and pinned her down, starting to take off her clothes. Her C-cup breasts practically bounced out, and to make matters worse, her bra was bright red, so vibrant... Her breasts were so soft, they felt amazing to touch,
and they could change shape in all sorts of ways. She started moaning, sounding like she was about to climax. I couldn't wait to pull down her pants, but to my surprise, she had already taken off her jeans, revealing cute little red panties.
Could it be because it's my birth year and I didn't take off my underwear? I directly pressed my left hand against her clitoris and started rubbing, gently, then faster. When I noticed she started to get wet, I put my ring finger into her vagina. I discovered she was definitely a slut, because her vagina was loose, but very wet. She kept moaning, and her hands were restlessly groping my back. Finally, she shouted, "Handsome, I want..." I asked, "What do you want?" She winked at me lasciviously and said, "I want your big cock inside my vagina!" "Ah!" I was surprised for the third time. You're
too... I immediately pulled down her panties. Great! I went straight for it, all the way in. Now that I know your true nature, I naturally won't be polite. The "nine shallow, one deep" technique was long forgotten; every time, it was a full-on assault, and the speed was consistently fast. Plus, with the alcohol still having an effect, there was no fear of ejaculating immediately; it was just like that, relentlessly thrusting. She kept moaning, "Good brother, harder!" "Go in a little deeper,
harder!" "So good, so good!" Strangely enough, in that ordinary position, I lasted a good ten minutes, sweating profusely, thoroughly enjoying myself. The woman beneath me was beyond aroused, her legs clamped tightly around my body, her hands frantically scratching my back, her cries completely inaudible. I started to feel the strain, so I slowed down,
turned her around, and began penetrating her from behind. The speed decreased significantly. She cooperated, constantly making satisfied sounds, which kept me going. She started asking me to try different positions, saying, "Brother, tonight I'm completely yours, you can do whatever you want with me." So I tried many different positions, and she seemed even more enthusiastic than I was. After about thirty more minutes, I finally ejaculated in the initial position, and it was internal ejaculation. She wouldn't let me pull out, saying it was completely safe. After we
finished, we took a shower together. She even helped me wash myself thoroughly. Naked, we went back to bed. I hugged her and laughed, "Beautiful sister, you're amazing. You must have had many boyfriends before." She smiled, a little bitterly, and said, "Actually, brother, I want to tell you something." "Go ahead, I'm listening." My hands were still roaming over her body. "Actually, I'm a prostitute."
"Ah..." No wonder... I was a little confused at first, but I quickly understood. No wonder she was like this. After a moment of silence, I laughed, "Hehe, I didn't expect my first time with chicken to be like this." She said, "I won't charge you." I laughed loudly, "Then let's do it a few more times, I'll pay you, haha." And so, our sleepless night began. So lewd...
As an aside, I left early that morning, telling the owner not to take any money, but to keep a record. I also secretly slipped three hundred yuan into her jeans. After that, we never saw each other again. Actually, thinking back on this experience, it seems pretty unbelievable; sometimes I don't even believe it myself. But upon careful recollection, every detail feels incredibly real, especially since I still frequently go to bars, yet I've never forgotten to look for her.

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