[When you encounter a beauty, you become a little shameless.] [Author: Unknown] [The End]

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Sipping the remaining half-glass of cognac, I loosened my shirt collar and sat at the corner of the bar. It was an unremarkable hotel bar, but at this moment, a female figure in another corner stirred something within me.

She was a beautiful woman. To be precise, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Long, wavy hair partially obscured a face that was both stunning and youthful, strands occasionally brushed behind her ears by her slender fingers. Her captivating eyes, like peach blossoms, subtly darted around, already making every man in the bar feign composure while secretly yearning for more. A form-fitting black dress clung to her slender figure, its curves taut with each shift in her posture, arousing allure. The dress was extremely short, completely exposing her long, beautiful legs; if they weren't crossed, one could likely see the color and style of her underwear. She wore heels over ten centimeters high.

This was a woman of breathtaking beauty and sex appeal, and what was most striking was that she was sitting alone at the bar.

The moment I saw her, I couldn't help but look again. After that second glance, I didn't want to look at any other woman in the bar. My heart was pounding, and the word "stunner" popped into my head.

Why was such a beautiful young woman sitting alone at the hotel bar, dressed so alluringly? Perhaps she was a prostitute, but I didn't think so. I carefully observed her beauty and noticed that she was under the gaze of all the men in the bar. My hunter's instincts kicked in.

Since I had encountered such a beauty, I couldn't waste her. Since she had come dressed so beautifully tonight, she probably wouldn't mind meeting a charming man, strolling together along the romantic willow-lined bank, perhaps even getting soaked... I took a deep breath, raised my glass, and walked towards her. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw another figure approaching. We both stopped in front of her at the same time. I looked at the tall boy who had been sitting in another seat. His expression was a mix of bewildered hostility and something else. I glanced at her; she looked at me innocently, but there seemed to be a hint of cunning in her expression.

"Excuse me, this seat is taken," I said to the boy.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then noticed her gaze sweep over him briefly before returning to me. In the end, he just said "Oh," and stiffly walked back. I thought I heard the other customers at his table snickering. She lowered her head and sipped her drink, as if smiling.

"Miss, I see your drink is almost finished. I wonder if I could recommend another drink?" I stood beside her, not taking the seat next to her.

"...Sure," she said, her eyes slightly shy and evasive, her voice sweet.

Confidence surged within me in that instant. This beautiful woman was my prey for tonight.

"My name is Brian," I said, smiling as I extended my hand.

"My name is Ting," she said. Her hand was delicate and soft. I gave it a light squeeze—our first physical contact. A gentle trap has been set. Soon, the hunter will either return empty-handed or capture a soft, vibrant body to enjoy. This is the choice the hunter faces.

Ting is traveling alone and staying at the hotel next door. Unable to bear the loneliness of her empty room, she comes out for a drink, making her the perfect hookup target. Her face is so beautiful, her voice so sweet. I'm almost drunk, but I'm convinced she'll be the first to succumb.

During this time, I went to the restroom, watching my urinating penis, imagining it perhaps thrusting inside Ting's vagina in a few hours, listening to her silvery voice moaning in my ear… My penis instantly swelled, barely managing to retract.

On my way back to my seat, I clearly saw the greedy eyes of every man between twenty and fifty in the bar focused on the same spot: Ting, radiant under the lights, dazzling like a goddess. I walked back to my seat unhurriedly; the hostility of others was my source of pride. Tonight, I must take her away, I vowed silently.

As we chatted and laughed, my gaze kept lingering on Ting's neckline and the smooth, white skin of her thighs. The alcohol fueled my desire, and I frequently leaned in to whisper in her ear, my knee occasionally brushing against her thigh. She seemed oblivious, laughing and chatting with me. Time slipped by, and suddenly my right hand touched her waist, but I withdrew it before she could object. She seemed momentarily dazed, glancing at me but giving up under my intense gaze, changing the subject.

"Let's go," I said, smiling at her.

"Oh...okay..." she hesitated, and I think she knew what awaited her.

"I'll take you back to your hotel,"

she hummed, without looking at me.

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"Thank you for buying me a drink," she said, stopping at the lobby entrance.

"You're welcome," I smiled.

"...I...I can go up myself," she said, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

"It's alright, I'll take you up." I took her hand and led her inside, without stopping. The prey was already on the edge of the trap, and the hunter, of course, had to give it a push.

The stainless steel double doors of the elevator closed with a ding, leaving only the two of us in the enclosed space. Without air circulation, the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous and heavy. She tried to start a conversation, but her voice was slightly hesitant. The elevator screen showed us ascending floor by floor, getting closer and closer to her room, and to our fateful collision.

Another ding, and I helped her out of the elevator, supporting her soft, supple waist. Her steps seemed a little unsteady, whether from the dizziness of alcohol or hesitation, I couldn't tell. She stopped at a door, hesitantly taking out her room key, already somewhat embarrassed without saying a word.

Success or failure hinged on this moment. I gently guided her towards the door. "Would you like to come in for a coffee?"

"It's a bit late," she said, her expression somewhat troubled.

Should I be a polite gentleman and say goodnight? Don't be ridiculous. The hunter had patiently guarded the trap all night; the hunter wanted to eat.

"I'll leave in a bit," I said, looking at her ambiguously, lying.

A blush crept across her face. "I have a boyfriend."

I smiled slightly. "Why are you telling me this? He's not here." *Does your boyfriend know you came to a bar alone in such a short skirt?* I thought to myself.

She reluctantly opened the door, and I felt this was a sign she was about to open her legs, instantly arousing my physical desire.

She had barely entered the room, before she could even turn on the light, when I grabbed her from behind, shoving her as she stumbled into the room. The door clicked shut, shutting out the light. In the darkness, Ting struggled to turn around, whispering, "Don't do this…", her upper arms pressed against my chest, a mixture of support and resistance. I held her tightly, my lips searching her cheeks and neck. Suddenly, I touched her lips, but she pulled away again, her protest tinged with gasps. My left hand tightened around her body, while my right hand roamed freely, kneading her shapely back and directly and unrestrainedly caressing her buttocks. She raised a hand to block him, her expression resolute. Like a fawn caught in a noose, she struggled, wasting her strength. Did thoughts of her boyfriend in the distance still flicker through her mind? Guilt and the thrill of infidelity were perhaps locked in a fierce battle.

"You're so beautiful... I like you so much..." I breathed heavily, using words and actions to soften her defenses. It was a silent yet fierce struggle; the gentleman who had been so polite just moments before had long since torn away his pretense of courtesy. This was the moment of truth. The erect male was already prepared to mate, while the terrified female was still making obligatory resistance before succumbing. My hardness was already pressing against her lower abdomen, shouting out my need. I could imagine the desires and struggles stirring within her body at that moment. Her lips were finally captured by me, and I kissed her sweet softness forcefully. My tongue plunged into her mouth, seeking her response, making her arms momentarily forget to struggle. My passionate kiss shut off most of her oxygen supply, and she was almost unable to stand. My right hand on her buttocks escalated from caressing to kneading to gripping tightly. I used my body to press her against the wall, and my left hand, without a word, grasped her right breast. Her right hand futilely pressed against the back of my hand, letting out a soft "mmm," half of which I swallowed. Her breasts, hidden within her bra, were no longer enough to satisfy my needs. I unzipped the back of her dress, pulling it down from her shoulders, revealing a patch of her smooth, white upper body. Without bothering to appreciate it properly, I roughly pushed her bra up and grasped Ting's breasts. Her breasts were soft and small, completely contained in my hand; the sensation was simply exquisite. Based on my extensive experience with women, I knew that such delicate breasts often had more sensitive nipples than those of women with fuller breasts. Sure enough, with a flick of my thumb, Ting went limp on one side, letting out another moan, her hand losing all strength.

I thought to myself that this beauty was indeed seductive. Now, without further ado, I reached behind her and skillfully unhooked her bra, then simultaneously grasped both her breasts, gently squeezing, kneading, and teasing them, eliciting continuous soft moans from Ting. Her dress had slipped down to her ankles, revealing a tiny lace thong underneath. Looking at this beautiful woman through the sliver of light filtering through the curtains, her breasts were fully exposed, while her lower body was barely covered by a thin veil. Recalling her goddess-like appearance in the bar, it was undeniably alluring.

I reached down and touched her crotch. She let out a soft moan, still half-heartedly resisting, but I knew this was crucial. My middle finger relentlessly teased her a few times, and her resistance lessened, her fingertip gradually becoming wet. I chuckled inwardly, then used one finger to lift her crotch, gently pulling out her delicate clitoris. I then used my middle finger to collect some of her vaginal fluid, lightly and quickly rotating it against her clitoris. How could she resist such teasing? Immediately, moans erupted, and soon she clung to my body, seemingly on the verge of orgasm.

At this stage, however, I wasn't in a hurry. The power dynamic had reversed; now she was the one craving more sexual stimulation, so naturally she had to make the effort. I suddenly stopped and took a half step back, observing her somewhat embarrassed and bewildered expression as I stared into her eyes and began to unzip my pants.

She bit her lip, adjusting her thong, and suddenly asked with a hint of mischief, "Why are you taking your pants off?"

I thought to myself that this was pointless, but I also knew she was trying to regain the initiative. If I lost my edge, she would naturally put on airs, and I wouldn't let her have her way.

"How can you lick me with my pants on?" I said, pulling down my underwear, my erection springing out and even jiggling a couple of times in a show of defiance.

"Who said..." Before she could finish her murmur, I interrupted her, "Come on." I placed my hands on her shoulders and pressed down slightly, looking down at her.

Her face showed struggle, her shoulders straining, but the moment her eyes met mine, she looked away guiltily, her strength vanishing, and I easily pushed her down. Her long hair brushed against my erect penis, the touch making me gasp.

Ting gripped my shaft with one hand, gently pulling back the foreskin and stroking it a few times, then opened her small mouth and took my glans in her mouth. After teasing it for a moment, she opened her eyes wide and looked up at me, as if watching my expression of enjoyment, or perhaps she was trying to curry favor. This stunning beauty from the bar was now kneeling before me, serving my genitals with her lips and tongue—it was exhilarating, incredibly pleasurable.

I smiled with satisfaction, looking down at her. Ting licked even more diligently. A true beauty naturally has a pursuit and desire for intimacy. I could see that Ting was becoming more and more engrossed in the activity; the sensation of my penis in her mouth must be satisfying some deep-seated need and desire within her. I simply cupped her head in my hands, used a slight thrust of my waist, and began to gently lick Ting's mouth. She didn't resist.

What a great masochist, I thought with pleasure.

I occasionally nudged her throat with the head of my penis, making her cough slightly, but since it was her first time, I didn't intend to make her gag; a few tears in her eyes was enough, I thought. A beautiful woman kneeling before a man, her eyes brimming with tears, licking him—this scene was the best aphrodisiac for a man, and for a woman, it gave her an unspeakable pleasure of being dominated and used. Ting's oral skills were quite excellent; she not only painstakingly took my penis into her throat but also sucked on each of my testicles with relish. I looked down at her diligent service until she had completely licked my scrotum before I pulled her up.

She weakly helped me up, "Would you like to wear a condom?" It wasn't a request, but more like a plea.

“No need to bother, I’m clean. What about you?” Before she could answer, I turned her around and pressed her against the wall. Ting seemed to protest but didn’t speak, obediently arching her hips against the wall. This was clearly not the first time she had to accept a man’s intrusion in such a submissive posture. There was a full-length dressing mirror on the wall, and even in the darkness, I could see Ting’s petite, submissive figure and my tall figure behind her. I gripped my hardness and probed between her legs, searching for the wettest spot. My glans probed back and forth between her tender cleft, and when it swept over a certain spot, she let out a soft “oh,” and one leg seemed to go weak. Finding the entrance relied entirely on experience; the penis, though blind, always managed to find its home. I felt the glans was already stuck in her sensitive spot. Looking down, her plump, white buttocks were full of flesh; the final conquest was about to begin.

I thought to myself, "My history of womanizing has been enriched with another colorful chapter." A slight smile appeared on my lips as I confidently pushed into Ting's wetness. Her juices were just right, allowing me to advance slowly. At one point, I encountered a slight resistance, so I withdrew a little, rubbed back and forth a few times, and then pushed in again. This time, I slid in all at once. Ting let out a long, low moan, setting the tone for my conquest . Tonight, I would make her hum for me repeatedly.

I thrust my hips forward, slowly pumping in and out of Ting's vagina. Her vagina was tight, having brought unparalleled pleasure to countless men. Tonight, it was my turn to savor her secret passage. I wondered where I ranked in her sexual history. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile slightly.

I cupped her round buttocks in my hands and rhythmically pushed and pulled her lower body, our bodies colliding with soft slapping sounds. The goddess who had captivated everyone in the bar was now nothing more than a piece of flesh for me to seduce. Look at the world, isn't it all the same? The glamorous actresses on the red carpet, the models admired by countless people on magazine covers—no matter how elegant and noble they appear, adorned with expensive clothes, hairstyles, and jewelry, once they return to a man's bed, they are nothing more than lowly instruments for someone's sexual gratification. No matter how arrogant and domineering they are normally, once stripped naked and ridden by a man, they are subjected to utter humiliation and debauchery, their dignity utterly lost. Their supposed purity and innocence are nothing but the fantasies of the unattainable.

As I thrust, my mind wandered, my hands roaming over Ting's body, gently caressing every inch of her skin. I squeezed her small breasts in my hands, shaping them into various forms, and kneaded and rubbed her erect nipples. Her voice grew louder, and suddenly her hand reached down from between her legs, her delicate palm grasping my swaying testicles.

I groaned comfortably, "You know this trick too." I've really struck gold today.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, sometimes kneading, sometimes gently scraping with her fingernails.

"Very good," I said sincerely. "Who taught you?"

"...My boyfriend..."

"He trained you really well," I teased, varying the depth and angle of my penetration, exploring every tender spot inside her vagina—this was my reward for her.

"You got off easy," she gasped.

I lightly slapped her firm buttocks with my right hand. The slap was both a tease and a test; she hummed in response, showing no displeasure. I slapped her harder the second time. This time it was quite loud, and she couldn't help but feel a little humiliated. Usually, I would save these kinds of games for the future, but since I was facing such a seductive opponent, I might as well play something a little more exciting.

She let out a soft "Ah!" and said coquettishly, "Why did you hit me?" Her hips were still thrusting back against me.

With a knowing malice, I asked, "Do you like it?"

I sensed from her brief silence that she was struggling internally, hesitating whether to give me the upper hand in our first sexual encounter. But I wouldn't give her a chance to breathe. My left hand grabbed her long hair, and my right hand slapped her buttocks even harder. The hot, burning sensation must have been felt not only on her fleshy buttocks but also on her last shred of pride. Before she could react, my right hand had changed from slapping to gripping, cupping her plump buttocks and thrusting rapidly and forcefully. This slut's defenses crumbled quickly. I pulled her head back, and with each thrust, she tugged at my grip, moaning.

"Is it good?" I asked knowingly.

"...Ugh...Mmm..." she gasped, refusing to answer, but I had already seen through her vulnerability.

"Weren't you so cocky in the bar? Now you're pinned against the wall and fucked by me." I sneered, deliberately using vulgar language to provoke her.

"Oh..." she moaned, a mixture of humiliation and pleasure, her head swaying from side to side as if silently screaming. I savored the intense pleasure of conquest, pounding her with my penis, pushing her deeper into the abyss of desire and shame. "Is this good

or not?" I didn't specify what "good" meant; she could figure it out herself.

"...Good..." What right did a woman who had already been penetrated have to say she wasn't? Besides, she was trembling all over.

"Beg me to fuck you."

"No..."

"Say it," I commanded.

“…Mmm…fuck me…”

I encouraged her, speeding up my pace. “Keep going.”

“…What should I say?” she whined.

“Thank me for fucking you.”

“You…”

“Say it.”

“Thank you…thank you for fucking me.”

I chuckled. “You’re welcome. I’ll fuck you well tonight.”

“Oh…fuck me…fuck me to death,” she hissed, her lower body responding more and more clearly.

I suddenly pushed her forward with my left hand, pressing her beautiful face against the wall, and my lower body suddenly increased the speed of my thrusts. I said in a deep voice, “How’s it going to be a one-night stand? Scream for me!”

She let out a deafening scream, her body beginning to spasm violently. I panted heavily as I thrust into her hard, sweat dripping onto her waist and buttocks, but she didn’t seem to notice. I estimated that I had only fucked her for five minutes, and she had already orgasmed once. I guessed she was the kind of person who could orgasm multiple times. A strong pleasure surged through my lower body, but I still hadn’t had enough of this slut, far from enough.

"So good..." In the afterglow, she rested her forehead on the wall with one hand, and her other hand on my arm. Before she could fully recover, I swept her up in my arms. She giggled, and the next moment I had her thrown onto the soft bed.

I pounced on her, roughly spreading her legs wide, my penis fully inside her. She gasped and wrapped her arms around my broad back. Without a word, I pressed my entire weight onto her, my hands reaching down to grasp her plump buttocks, cupping them as I began to thrust.

"Oh...you're so strong..."

"Do you like this position?" I knew this position would give her a strong sense of being used.

"I like it," she responded with pleasure, running one hand through my hair.

This position, while stimulating, was a test of a woman's endurance. I played with her for a while, then, knowing I was done, I withdrew my hands and had her close her legs. Our movements were perfectly synchronized; I didn't even slip out of her before the position changed. This new position allows the woman to tighten her vagina, giving both partners intense pleasure. Sure enough, she moaned as soon as I started thrusting.

"Oh... I can't take it like this," she murmured, gasping for breath.

I didn't understand what she meant by "can't take it." "Should I stop?"

"No... don't stop."

"So, are you going to take it or not?" I asked, looking down at her.

"...Yes... I'll take it... fuck me... oh, fuck me to death..." She entered a frenzied state again, and I believed that at this moment she would satisfy all my demands for my penis. This feeling was really good and powerful.

"Can I hit you?" I whispered in her ear during a powerful thrust.

"Oh... how do I hit you..." She didn't seem to object much.

"I'll slap you."

"Oh... don't hurt too much, okay?" she pleaded, immersed in conflicted expectations.

"No," I said, and before I finished speaking, I slapped her across the face. I felt the delicate touch on her beautiful face, and her head was jerked to one side by the blow.

"Oh!" Her expression was like she was about to cry, but her shout carried an escalating pleasure; I couldn't be mistaken. A surge of stimulation coursed through me, and my already erect penis seemed to grow even larger.

"You're so hard," she moaned, "hard as a stick."

Many women's vaginas soften with penetration, and some secrete copious amounts of lubrication. While the latter is certainly exciting, it actually reduces friction. "Dry, fragrant, and tight" is the way to go. By "dry," I don't mean frigid, but rather the ability to quickly become wet at the start of intercourse, without excessive secretion during intercourse—that's what makes a top-quality vagina. Ting possesses such a vagina, and tonight I will revel in it.

A surge of lubrication gripped me. "I'll fuck you to death," I said viciously, and I proved it with my actions.

"I can't take it anymore..." Her cries grew urgent, her hands gripping me tightly. "Fuck her...fuck her to death!"

I heard her suddenly switch to the third person, and although I didn't understand the reason, I instinctively sensed that she had entered another extremely beautiful, wonderful, and ecstatic state. "I'll fuck you to death, you slut!"

If we were in the bar two hours ago, she would have already thrown a glass of wine in my face, but now she was trembling and shouting in a dying voice, "Yes...fuck her to death! Fuck this slut to death! Oh...oh!"

I knew she was climaxing, the pleasure from my lower body was getting stronger and stronger, and I was also at my limit. I bit my tongue and held back until the middle of her climax before releasing myself.

"I'll fuck you to death!" I roared with my mouth wide open, "Fuck you to death, you bitch!" Her vagina squeezed and sucked at me, letting me have my fill. My head suddenly rose and fell and rose again, my mind blank, struggling and growling as I ejaculated streams of hot fluid deep into Ting's flesh until I could no longer move.

In the darkness, I weakly embraced Ting. Her vagina was still contracting, making my penis throb. We breathed heavily, enjoying the wonderful afterglow, without speaking for a long time. (

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