Hunting for Women (Complete)

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Synopsis: Lust is an indescribable thirst deep within our hearts, an eternal
desire . Even when desire is satisfied, a lustful person still anticipates the rise of another. The identity of the partner is
unimportant; for an addict, lust itself is what matters. The story
begins . From upscale Parisian hotels to squalid alleyways, Oulingya pursues her goal: to become
a member of the "Great Love Demon" organization, a secret, hedonistic paradise. But the rules of the "Great Love Demon" are strict, and
as she revels in the climaxes of her debauchery, her taste for sexual adventure is repeatedly tested.
Chapter One:
The man's hands were large and powerful, like bear claws. As his supple fingers slid across
Oulingya 's body, she trembled with excitement; he aroused her desire. His lips covered hers
, his tongue entering her warm mouth. Oulingya responded passionately, anticipating the moment.
She reached out and touched the man, slowly finding his thick, erect member beneath his trousers. He was
incredibly sexually attractive, and another wave of pleasure washed over Ou Lingya; she was about to experience ecstasy again.
She looked around, hoping no one would disturb them. Just as she had planned, the elevator safely stopped
between two floors. If the engineers were to pass by again, it would be more than half an hour later.
A little stimulation was enough time.
Ou Lingya released the man's arms that were wrapped around her and skillfully unzipped his trousers. He opened his mouth
without resistance… Ou Lingya thought that a man like this would feel
comfortable and at ease with her way of making love. He then began to pant as he felt Ou Lingya's soft fingers slip inside his
trousers, pulling out his erect penis.
"Great, baby!" Ou Lingya whispered, gently stroking his penis. "You
feel good. Now let me see if you can feel even better."
She examined her "trophy" with satisfaction. It wasn't very long, but that didn't matter, because it was thick
and erect. When she first experienced that ecstatic sensation there, she wondered if she would have the energy to
fully enjoy this alluring "trophy." Oulingya's lips approached it, encircling it, and he
couldn't help but groan, grabbing her head and convulsively rubbing her hair, uttering incomprehensible
murmurs.
Oulingya couldn't understand his murmurs at all, but what did it matter? She wasn't there to
satisfy his desires and reach orgasm, despite his attempts. He was a little annoyed, and a little disappointed,
but his annoyance and disappointment didn't stop her, because she understood: the longer this game went on,
the more pleasure he would enjoy when she finally "pitied" him.
When Oulingya sensed the man was a little exhausted, her lips finally accepted him. She saw his
genitals glistening, slick with saliva mixed with his own semen. This wild, shrewish English
woman wouldn't let him leave like that.
"Cheer up, lad!" O'Lingya commanded. "Look what I've brought you."
Her hand reached to her waist, pulling up her shirt to reveal a pair of red shorts, tight around her hips,
so short that even her dark brown, curly pubic hair peeked out from the edges. O'Lingya hastily pulled down
the shorts and kicked them off. She smiled slyly, the shorts brushing against the young man's face,
revealing her moist, fragrant genitals. The young man closed his eyes, lost in the woman's scent.
"Oh, God..."
O'Lingya leaned against the elevator wall, legs spread apart. One of her hands slipped between her legs, caressing
her labia and clitoris. Before the young male elevator attendant was a "blooming flower," and
he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire in the moist, beautiful "garden." O'Lingya laughed lasciviously; now she was truly
ready to enjoy her pleasure… When she lured the man to witness her performances to please him, the
man's gaze was lewd yet somewhat reluctant, while she reveled in it. She
knew how much he wanted to throw this shameless, frivolous woman onto the floor and take her,
but something seemed to be holding him back—this wasn't hard to guess. After all, this lady was a popular guest at this
prestigious Parisian hotel, while he was merely an ordinary employee. At O'Lingya's
slightest dissent, this kind young man would have to obey.
However, if he could see through her thoughts, he would find his fear utterly inexplicable and
absurd. She simply wanted some physical pleasure from him. Moreover, conquering such a
decisive and charming man would be a pleasure. Besides,
there's no harm in letting such an energetic young man be tempted by a woman.
Now the poor lad's eyes were wide open, looking somewhat dejected. He lowered one hand to touch
his groin, but Ou Lingya shook her head sternly and pushed his hand away.
"Darling, you mustn't do that! Understand? In a moment, you'll be mine: I promise you,
I'll make you incredibly happy!"
Ou Lingya leaned against the elevator wall, her other hand's soft, nimble fingertips gliding over her two protruding nipples.
She caressed and kneaded them, unable to contain her excitement. Through her wide eyes, she saw the man
staring at her yearningly, like a dog. Excellent! Perhaps, it's time!
"Young man, do you want me?" she asked slyly. "Let me experience your tongue first."
The man accepted its teasing without hesitation, eagerly throwing himself at her feet, his face pressed
between her legs, feeling the warmth and moisture... It was already evening, his face resolute and excited. His
hard, erect penis finally pierced her body, a slight discomfort making her tremble.
"Lover, be gentle."
But Ou Lingya was still immersed in every minute of pleasure; she liked the man's somewhat rough caresses.
This young man might think he knew a thing or two about making love with women, but the truth was he was
a novice. It seemed no one had taught him how to slowly guide a woman to her climax; he lacked
that skill.
Well, he had to be a student, receiving Ou Lingya's special instruction.
Ou Lingya held his hand, gently but firmly guiding it, teaching it how to arouse her desire.
"Here, right here. Touch here, with your hand, gently, like stroking the petals of a flower.
Now, put your fingers in... Oh, perfect! Bit my nipple again, but... Oh... so
gentle... Ah... Oh..."
Her student was so eager that she felt a little dizzy. Her orgasm came too suddenly and dissipated
too quickly. It was a pity; she had hoped it could last longer. But it didn't matter. There would be other
opportunities , in other places, with other men. And this man in front of her, she didn't want
to let him go home before she was satisfied.
Thinking this, Ou Lingya felt another surge of excitement, and desire followed; waves of desire rolled and surged within her
... "Oh... Yes! Conquer me..."
She spread her legs as wide as she could, pressing her back against the elevator wall, welcoming his sliding tongue.
His tongue flickered back and forth, rubbing against her labia… “Ah, Jin Jies!”
She grabbed his head, his eyes burying deeper and deeper, pressing harder and harder against her vulva; the pleasure continued
. The wet fluid secreted by her body flowed into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, like
a greedy beast… Exhaustion, along with the lingering warmth of excitement, washed over her, and she couldn't help but slide down, lying
on the carpeted floor, her knees spread, her alluring lower body fully exposed. Her desire for lovemaking
was not yet fully satisfied; she craved a second time, even a third. Who could say how many
times it would take, because Oulingya was an unusual young woman: a woman who had sold her entire life to lust.
The floor was hard, and Oulingya felt somewhat uncomfortable; however, when her buttocks touched the wood shavings on the floor,
it was filled with an irresistible allure. Her vulva was stimulated anew, and she reached out her arms to
Jin Jies, the young elevator attendant.
"My love, take me, take me now!"
Before she could utter a second cry, the young man grabbed her waist and lifted her until she was flat on the floor.
Her shirt reached her waist; her bare buttocks pressed heavily against the hard floor. He was by no means a fashionable
sex ; but when he laid her down and attacked her "blooming flower," he was filled with a primal, wild
desire.
Jin Jies thrust into her hungrily, in and out repeatedly, and she let out pleasurable moans... He
was attractive, and she was glad she had kept him waiting for so long. He wouldn't last long, but she was
almost there too. Even with this thought, the slightest touch made her feel intoxicated and
her heart flutter.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, responding promptly to each of his powerful thrusts. Her
buttocks were chafed against the hard floor, but she liked the slight discomfort; it only brought her new
pleasure.
"I'm going to ejaculate, God!" Jin Jies whispered. O'Lingya felt his penis
growing increasingly . Then, a warm, white stream of semen shot into her vagina, and O'Lingya reached another
climax, convulsing as she gripped him… Just as the climax slowly subsided, and O'Lingya considered their next move,
the elevator lights flickered with a click and a ring.
"The elevator's fixed, get up!" Jin Jiesi muttered, jumping up in a panic to straighten his clothes.
O'Lingya, however, remained calm. She stood up from the floor, brushed off the dust, pulled down her lifted shirt,
and took her shorts from the elevator door handle, deftly stuffing them into her handbag. O'Lingya then
quickly tied her golden hair into a ponytail. Undoubtedly, she looked presentable and poised.
Only her flushed cheeks betrayed a secret: just moments ago, something had happened between the elevator
operator .
The elevator was descending to the first floor, and Jin Jiesi grew increasingly anxious. Ou Lingya blew a
kiss to his genitals, then swiftly tucked them into his pants, zipping them up and buttoning them, just like
she would a child.
"Just stand here, don't move!" she laughed. "Nobody will know, young man, if you don't want
them to." Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor, and with a creak, the doors opened.
Without turning her head, Ou Lingya walked straight into the hotel lounge. The travelers crowded towards the elevator, each with a vague question
in their minds : how could there be damp white spots on the burgundy carpet in the elevator?
What were they? This was the only question Ou Lingya left for everyone to ponder. The elevator operator followed
Ou Lingya.
"Ah, dear lady! Everything is fine. Regarding the elevator, I'm so sorry, this has never
happened ! Oh, by the way, are you satisfied with your room? I personally chose it for you. You'll
enjoy quite a few beautiful views of Paris through the window."
The waiter's face flushed slightly. Ou Lingya found him
amusing
. She was engrossed in ordering a morning newspaper, wondering if he would be satisfied if she weren't a blonde, blue-eyed, sexy woman. Would he smell the odor in the elevator? It was an intriguing thought, and a slight smile involuntarily crossed her face. Perhaps later… “Oh, yes, thank you. The room is very nice, but there’s a problem with the
showerhead . Could you please have it fixed as soon as possible?”
“Of course, miss. I’m very sorry about that. Perhaps I could change your room.”
“No, thank you; there’s no need for that. I’d like to go back to my room and rest now. See you later, sir.”
She stood up and stepped back into the elevator, confident that her swaying hips had once again caught the young man’s
attention. If he was also attracted to her, the showerhead would be fixed much faster, she was certain of that.
Her room number was 618, on the sixth floor. The view was indeed nice, with a row of stylish villas outside the window and the Boisde Bridge
in the distance But Eulenya hadn’t come to Paris to admire the scenery. She took off her clothes and lay on
the bed, thinking again of the question that constantly plagued her. She immediately made a decision… she would succeed,
no matter how much effort it took, she would succeed.
Although Oleana has a foreign name, she grew up in England. Her father was French, and her mother was
English . Her mother died when she was very young, and she was raised by her father. Her father, Oliver, was a
remarkable banker. In England, he was known as a cultured philanthropist, but later, his financial
acumen was replaced by another unusual skill: Oliver was also a charismatic
adventurer , and wherever he went, he became the object of pursuit for noble ladies and lustful women. Oliver indulged in
this game of pursuit; he was admired and flattered by social circles, no longer the banker he once was.
Beneath his seemingly successful life lay a hidden sorrow: the neglect of one person—his daughter,
Oleana.
Oliver had once been an arrogant young man, confident that he could do anything. When he heard about the
mysterious "Great Love Demon" organization, he knew he had to do whatever it took to join it.
No one had ever openly expressed a desire to become a member, as all its activities
were highly secretive.
However, its members were said to be the most experienced and stimulating sex addicts in the world. They
were passionate and would even risk their lives for it if necessary.
Oliver's life was completely changed upon discovering this mysterious organization.
He immediately had a new goal: to pursue this mysterious organization no matter what, and to be prepared to undergo its arduous
trials until he became a member.
He searched for ten years, and finally, his dream came true. One night in North Africa, a
man in formal attire met him and asked if he still wanted to join the "Great Love Demon" organization,
giving him seven tasks to complete.
He successfully completed the first six tasks, but failed the seventh. They immediately abandoned him,
and he lost all contact with the organization. Because in their organization, there are no second chances.
Oliver was devastated and some say he later died of grief.
One day, young Olga sat beside her father, listening to him recount his glorious past and how he
almost became a member of that organization.
"Father, one day, I will join the 'Great Love Demon' organization!" Olga declared loudly. "I will
be a member, and on that day, you will be proud of me."
But Oliver shook his head.
"My child, you are brave, but you must abandon this foolish idea. No woman has ever joined
this organization."
Olga opened her bright, emerald-like eyes and gazed at her father.
"Then I will be the first," she declared.
So, ten years later, Olga arrived at this very luxurious Parisian hotel, awaiting the opportunity she had
longed for . Legend has it that the headquarters of the "Great Love Demon" organization is located in Paris. Perhaps after so many attempts
, she will be lucky enough to find it; perhaps this time she will succeed.
"Wait, observe, listen," her father told her weeks before he died. "
Be patient. If you're prepared, he'll summon you. Even if he doesn't, you must
wait quietly."
Easier said than done, Eurydice thought. But she wasn't good at waiting. Once she
saw what she wanted, she'd get it immediately, even if it meant going to heaven or sea, especially when it came to sex.
She was sexually admiring, and since men adored her, she could steadily pursue her desires. For the past few years, she
had worked as an agent for an international businessman, business dealings that provided her with ample time for pleasure. She
had a vague feeling that she might be about to accept a challenge "given" to her by an organization. Why, oh why, hadn't
they contacted her yet? This was her third visit to Paris in months, yet still no word.That's risky. Maybe she can try it when she gets back to England.
Instantly, pleasure washed over her entire body, overflowing. Her breathing quickened, and her fingertips instinctively
rubbed .
How she longed for an endless night, a night of endless lovemaking. Even if her lover was cruel,
she would still beg for his mercy. She was a horse, to be "driven" by her master, regardless of night or
day .
"May I come in, Miss?"
Ou Lingya suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head, and saw a man standing outside the door. A dark-skinned and muscular
man , about thirty years old, he hesitated to enter, one hand on the doorknob, the other carrying a canvas
tool bag. In the sweltering July heat, he was shirtless, still wearing blue jeans.
So, this must be the showerhead repairman! She also glanced at him sideways, looking him up and down.
Hmm...not bad, a firm butt, broad shoulders, and muscular arms. He wasn't very tall, but the bulge in the front of
his jeans suggested he was a real man. Perhaps her pleasure wasn't over yet.
"Oh, miss, I'm sorry, if you're resting, I'll leave."
"No, no! It's nothing, come in. I'll show you what's wrong with the showerhead."Her body was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. She wondered how long he'd been standing there, whether he'd seen her arousing herself. She
picked up a bathrobe from the chair and casually draped it over herself. But the bathrobe had no belt,
and with each step she took, it billowed,
revealing .
O'Lingya gave the repairman a sly smile; he was nervously swallowing, his hands gripping the toolbox
so his knuckles were trembling. O'Lingya couldn't help but wonder
what it would feel like if his strong hand reached for her thigh.
"Here, sir," she said, leading him into the private bathroom, which was windowless and somewhat dim.
As they passed the bathroom door, her hips in the silk bathrobe flashed past the young man in jeans.　　她拧开了喷头，但是什麽也没有。
「你看到了吗？没有水，喷头坏了，你能想想办法吗？」
「我想┅┅我试试吧。」
他蹲坐下来，手里拿着工具箱，检查着管道。欧玲雅兴奋地颤抖了一下，她
一低头，看到了一头褐色的卷发，小小的发卷蜷在他褐色的脖颈上。他的肩膀宽
阔而有力，体形轮廓分明。她真想抚摸他，亲吻他，爱抚他┅┅她无法抑制住这
种冲动，就伸出手，轻轻地在他的头背上滑动。他的皮肤灼热、乾爽、充满了活
力，就像在太阳底下未了一天的人回到凉爽的夜晚，开始寻找快乐。
在她温柔的触摸下，他怔了一下，抬起头，狐疑地看着她。欧玲雅笑了笑，
一束奇怪的小火苗在他暗褐色的眼睛里闪烁着，她知道他领会了她的意思。
修理工又低下头，似乎什麽也没发生，继续检查着管道。欧玲雅陷入了沮丧。
她想挑逗他，她想拽掉他的衣服，强迫他和她作爱。但是一切都搞糟了。也许他
是个拘谨的人，但她本能地感觉到这个年轻人非常了解关于作爱的游戏。
他向欧玲雅解释道：「水龙头┅┅你们英语怎麽说？┅┅「堵塞」？」
「是，堵塞，水龙头被堵塞了吗？」
「是的，所以你没有水用。」
「你能修好吗？」
「也许能┅┅我试试吧。」
他站起身移向喷头，欧玲雅充满欲望地注视着他，他的动作富有诗意，肌肉
强壮有力，有这麽美妙结实的后背，他一定有不可抗拒的诱惑力。
过了一会儿，他退回来，得意地伸出了双臂。
「可以了！」
「你修好了！哦，真谢谢你！」
欧玲雅感激地吻了吻他的脸颊，她的右手滑下他的身体，趁机摸了一下他结
实的臀部。
修理工摆脱了她的抚摸，伸手拧开了喷头，热水喷射下来，流到了地上。天
气很热，欧玲雅想，冷水淋浴也许更好，尤其她此时正燥热难挡。而且，她确实
想冼个澡，那麽多水浪费掉也很可惜。
她轻快地脱掉浴袍，浴袍滑落在地上，修理工被她的举动震动得哑口无言，
两只褐色的眼睛睁得又圆又大。他大概不止二十五岁，但是看起来就像一个自觉
有罪的中学生，似乎他第一次看一个女人的裸体，但又害怕被女校长抓到一样。
「我得自己试一下。」她解释道。
她走进了浴池，修理工站在那里一动不动地凝视着她，他不知道是该留下来亚洲乱码伦小说区/>还是向她道歉后离开这儿。他以前从来没有见过像她这样的女人。
没有人猜到这并非巧合，当她的手伸向喷头的时候，她激动得直发抖，她几
乎认为她并不是故意要这麽做的。正如她所期望的，年轻的修理工上钩了。
「小姐！」
他站她身后，双手环抱着她的腰部，他也在颤抖。她回应着他的触摸，引导
着他的双手。
他在她耳边呓语着，开始吻她的头背，抚摸她金褐色的胸部。他们相互缠绕
着，走向了浴池的深部，他伸出手将喷头拧开到最大限度，水流就像热带雨林的
降雨淋遍了他们全身。
欧玲雅背紧贴着他的胸部，她感觉到了他。她又转身面、着他，用指尖反覆
摩擦着他，他沈浸在快感里┅┅她也是。
她的乳头坚硬、凸起，阴部又分泌出了粘液，混和着淋下来的水流┅┅她急
切地呻吟道：「脱下衣服！」
他不太情愿地放开了她，从浴池里走了出来。立刻，她又充满了渴望┅┅她
没有转身，她不想扫兴。她将脸转向喷射下来的水流，闭上双眼，任水流过她的
满脸、满胸。
几秒钟以后他就过来了，他急切而又温柔地把她拉了过来。
「我想要你。」他急促道。
「给我吧┅┅」
他扒开她的臀部，她期待着他的刺入，但是他却没有。一条肥皂滑向她的两
腿之间，并且熟练地来回磨擦着，这感觉让她心荡神摇，欲望的火焰裹满了她全
身┅┅「噢，是的！给我吧，快一点，给我吧┅┅」
他很老练地抚弄着她，一只手抚摸着她的胸部，另一只手伸进她的阴部，恰
到好处地磨擦着，一次又一次地把她带到欢乐的顶峰。
她又一次达到了高潮，她浑身痉挛着，一股粘液从下体流出，体内的肥皂随
之滑出来落到了排水沟里。
她精疲力尽地跌靠着他，呻吟着。但是他还有足够的精力应付她，她的激情
让他振奋。他又快速地进入了她的体内┅┅欧玲雅快活地呻吟着，任快感在身体
的每一个细胞里扩散，扩散┅┅毕竟，今天是非常令人销魂的一天。
这天晚上，欧玲雅佣懒地躺在旅馆的林上，漫不经心地看着电视。电视里播
放的尽是些拙劣地配着西班牙语的古装戏，游戏节目，和没完没了的会见。自从
她上次造访以来，法国的电视节目一直没有好转。电梯管理员和修理工倒是给了
她不少快乐，但那也是几个小时以前的事了。欧玲雅无聊极了，她渴望身边有个
男人。
这时一个节目引起了她的注意。它是有关当地的一种杂志的节目。她开大了
音量，仔细听着。
「今晚，在德拉坦布尔剧院，颇有争议的催眠专家梅尔将登台献艺，他的表
演在欧洲各大城市引起了强烈的回响，演出从十一点钟开始，现在还有馀票，壹
佰伍拾法郎一张┅┅」
欧玲雅高兴地想道，那是为我准备的。她关掉电视机，起身下了床，准备直
奔德拉坦布尔剧院。

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