My story with a slut

My Story with a Slut I

first met her in a noisy, chaotic karaoke room. That night, I was feeling particularly down. I'd been out

partying for so long, but I'd never actually "slept with" a single girl. My friends either mocked my

impotence or ridiculed me for being gay, which made me quite embarrassed. It's understandable, though; I

'm not bad-looking, and quite a few girls have pursued me or liked me. Maybe it's because I'm

traditional , but I felt it wasn't appropriate to suddenly have a relationship with a girl I'd never met.

But if I had to explain why, I couldn't. "Better to make a thousand mistakes than let

one slip away easily"—this famous saying my friend often repeated kept flashing through my mind, constantly stirring

my heart and giving me a restless urge. Thinking about it, I really am out of touch with the times. Ugh! Forget it,

time for tea! (Here, "drinking tea" means going out for drinks and karaoke.) So, I invited a few friends (two were branch managers of

the telecommunications bureau , one was an instructor in the armed police squadron, and two were my superiors) to "Ultraviolet"

and booked the largest private room for a hearty drinking session. While we were drinking, one of my friends suggested finding some pretty

girls to keep us company, and the other guys immediately agreed enthusiastically. I don't know who he called, but

after a few mumbles on the phone, he hung up and continued drinking. After a few drinks, because I wasn't in

a good , I sat alone in a dimly lit corner and started singing, not wanting to join their revelry. I don't know

how much time passed, but the door opened, and five or six girls walked in one after another. Because of the dim lighting, I could tell

they quite good-looking! (I didn't notice her at the time.) When my friend saw her arrive, he immediately became aroused

. The sounds of drinking games, shaking dice, and whispering flirtations filled the air. Seeing this, I could only shake my head

and smile wryly, because I personally prefer peace and quiet. Too much noise is annoying, especially

after a long day at work. I couldn't sing anymore, feeling quite depressed. I picked up a beer from the table and downed it in

one gulp, then leaned back and closed my eyes to enjoy a rare moment of peace. When I opened my eyes, she caught my

attention. Unlike the other girls who were acting crazy, she seemed very quiet. What surprised me most was that she

seemed to be watching me the whole time. Several times when our eyes met, she would nervously look

away . Seeing her like this, I secretly thought: Tonight is going to be interesting. I'll start with her

. Under the cover of the light, I revealed a subtle, almost imperceptible, sly smile. But this time,

when , she didn't look away from me. Instead, she smiled at me, so charmingly! (A clear

provocation!) Seeing this, my friend sitting next to me patted my shoulder and said, "Kid, you've got your luck with a fling

! It's up to you." I smiled, picked up my glass, and walked towards her...

Only when I sat down next to her, in the dim light, did I realize how stunningly beautiful she was. Her round

face occasionally revealed two small dimples. She wore a low-cut, tight-fitting t-shirt, the kind that was barely concealed

, and her breasts were so big and perky

, almost bursting out! (I realized then how attractive a woman's breasts could be. I didn't want to look! But my eyes just wouldn't listen and kept staring at that part. Looking back, I felt

a little ashamed.) She wore casual shorts, her two long, shapely legs on full display

, paired with white sneakers! I thought: Dressed so elegantly, this girl has

quite the taste. As if she knew I'd sit next to her, she picked up her glass and said,

"Cheers!" Then she downed it in one gulp. Seeing this, I naturally wasn't going to be outdone and finished my drink too

. (Honestly, I underestimated her drinking capacity, especially my friend's.) After I refilled her glass,

we smiled foolishly at each other. For some reason, we smiled at each other

more than we talked. We downed three glasses in a row. Emboldened by the alcohol, I boldly stared at her. She

seemed a little embarrassed, whether from the alcohol or from my gaze, her face flushed slightly… At this moment,

a few friends sitting nearby approached with ill intentions. One of them first toasted her three times, then challenged her to a dice game—

their purpose was obvious. An hour later,

none of the guys who were usually good at dice games could beat her; they were all drunk and dizzy. Seeing this, I was secretly

startled . Luckily, I hadn't volunteered, or I would have embarrassed myself. My friend, the armed policeman, emboldened by the alcohol

, said that shaking dice didn't count and challenged her to a drinking game. She didn't immediately agree, but smiled at me, as if asking for

my opinion. I gave her a dry smile. Sigh! Tonight was a bit embarrassing… The final result of the drinking game

surprised us all. I forget the exact score, but I clearly remember that for every cup she drank,

my friend had to drink three, until he waved his hand in surrender. By then, no one dared to

challenge her anymore. Her face grew even redder, and even more alluring. She leaned closer to me, whispering in my

ear, "You come." Her face was burning hot, like it was on fire. Her small lips occasionally brushed against

my neck, tickling me. My heart fluttered, and without thinking, I blurted out, "Okay!" As soon as

the words left , I regretted them.

I don't know what stroke of luck I had that night, but I was so lucky. Whether it was rock-paper-scissors or dice

, I was always winning big. (I really regret not buying lottery tickets that night.) But she didn't deny it when she lost. She

just picked up her glass and drank it down in one gulp, without hesitation! I'd never seen a girl like that before!

We played like that until 1 a.m. Even though I won more, I'm not a big drinker

, and I was starting to feel quite tipsy. At this point, her eyes started to look a little dazed, and she started talking a little frivolously. But she stayed close

to me, occasionally resting her head on my shoulder, which made my friends who were interested in her very

anxious. Seeing that it was almost time, I excused myself to go to the restroom (I genuinely wanted to give my friend the chance),

but then something unexpected happened... Having finally found an excuse to leave (and

regretting my foolish mistake of wasting the opportunity), I was about to lock the restroom door when suddenly,

it seemed like someone was blocking it from the outside; I couldn't close it. Just as I was wondering what was going on, a figure slipped in—

it was the scent of a mature woman. It was her!!! I could hardly believe my eyes! Before I could think any further...

I quickly zipped up my pants because my penis was already intensely aroused and starting to react.

But then she grabbed my hand; her hand was soft and smooth, making me feel like I'd been electrocuted, my mind going completely

blank . With a very provocative gesture, she wrapped her other arm around my neck and snuggled into

my arms. "What, scared of me now?" In my blank state, that was

the only , and for some reason, my hand that was zipping up my pants stopped. After a moment of stunned silence, I suddenly

grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She kept making "ah...ah...ah..." sounds,

and I was overjoyed. I never imagined her sexual desire could be so intense... However, as her moans

grew louder, I worried it would be inappropriate, since we were in the men's restroom (I forgot to mention,

our KTV rooms have private bathrooms, just to avoid any suspicion).

I finally managed to control my rising lust and suggested we go to a hotel. She didn't answer, just smiled and buried her

flushed face in my chest... When we returned to the room, seeing

her holding me so tightly, everyone knew about our relationship. I gave my car keys to the policeman,

explained situation, and then we left first... Did I...? "With my mind blank, that was

the only sentence I heard, and at the same time, my hand, which was zipping up my pants, inexplicably stopped. After a moment of stunned silence

, I suddenly grabbed her and kissed her passionately. She kept making 'ah...ah...ah...

' sounds. I was overjoyed; I never imagined her sexual desire was so intense… However, as

her moans grew louder, I worried it would be inappropriate, since we were in the men's restroom (I forgot

to mention , our karaoke rooms have private bathrooms, just to avoid any suspicion).

I finally managed to control my rising lust and suggested we go to a hotel. She didn't answer, just smiled and

buried her flushed face in my chest… When we returned to the room, seeing her holding me

tightly , everyone knew about our relationship. I gave my car keys to the policeman

, explained the situation, and then we left first…"

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