Mistaking the bride for a prostitute

A light drizzle was falling, not heavy, but persistent, which was really annoying. It just so happened to be out
, making my mood even more irritable.

My name is Li Nan. I just graduated from university and found a less-than-ideal job with a low salary, but it requires frequent business
trips. Late one evening, after finishing work, I dragged my tired body into the hotel arranged by the company. Upon entering,
I found the hotel quite lively that day. A hotel staff member explained that someone was holding a wedding there. I didn't
care about such things and asked the staff member to take me to my room, room 508. Because I was so tired, I rested in
the room for a while, took a shower, then went downstairs to eat a quick dinner before coming back up to rest.

(I only found out about this later.) The couple who got married there booked room 509, which was right next to
mine. Their wedding was very lively; both were university students, and many of their classmates came.
They drank until late into the night, and by 11:30 p.m., the groom was drunk and was taken to his room by his classmates.
Actually, the bride had also drunk quite a bit. Since her husband was drunk, they waited until he finished drinking with his friends and that was it.
The classmates said goodbye and went home.

Perhaps it was fate, but the bride, drunk, entered the room and opened my door. Coincidentally, I was
careless hadn't locked the door when I went to sleep. The bride entered my room while I was still fast asleep. She kicked off her shoes,
didn't even look, and crawled into my bed, hugging me as she fell asleep.

Late at night, I felt someone hug me. I woke up and found a woman next to me, which startled me. The
bedside lamp was on, and when I saw a woman in a wedding dress hugging me, I was
immediately filled with lust. I thought, "Damn, the company's arrangement this time is alright, they even have this
kind of thing. It's just that they didn't tell me beforehand, which startled me. But this lady is quite interesting, providing
services while wearing a wedding dress, she's really talented." *Slap*, I slapped myself. Why am I thinking so much? Time to get down to business.

I started to remove the bride's wedding dress. The bride probably thought it was her husband, because she hummed and started to respond to me.
It didn't take much effort for me to remove the dress. At this point, the bride was only wearing her underwear. Through the dim light, I could see that
this woman had a pretty good body, with a curvy figure, a slim waist, round hips, and fair skin. My penis immediately became hard.
I started to kiss her, but I almost threw up. Damn, the smell of alcohol was so strong
. I thought to myself, "Damn, why is she drinking so much when she's selling herself?"

I had no choice but to give up kissing and started to attack her round breasts. My hands gently caressed her breasts, and
the bride rubbing for a while, I felt that her bra was in the way, so
I took it off. Her two snow-white breasts immediately jumped out at me. I held them tightly in my hands. Without the bra in the way, it felt
very comfortable to rub them. I kept rubbing them and gently rubbing her nipples with my palms. At this time, I could clearly hear the bride's
breathing in her sleep. After playing for a while, I got bored and started to look between her two snow-white thighs.

Those small, rounded lines, the white panties taut from her sleeping position, and her swollen vulva, alluringly exposed beneath the
white silk fabric, immediately captivated me. I caressed her repeatedly,
gently touching that mysterious place with my fingers. It felt plump, tender, warm, and wet.

After massaging it with my fingers for a while outside the silk fabric, I lifted it and
slipped my right index and middle fingers inside the panties, gently kneading her clitoris.

Soon, streams of vaginal fluid flowed out, almost making the white panties transparent. I had no choice but to
pull down her soaked panties, revealing her plump labia majora, a small portion of her pink labia minora, and her
clitoris peeking out—a vibrant and alluring sight. I longed to climb up and lick it, to taste this delicacy,
but remembering she was a prostitute, I decided against it.

After playing around for a while, feeling a surge of desire, I quickly stripped naked,
grabbed my rock-hard penis, and rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina. The bride's breathing
became heavier. I continued rubbing until the head of my penis was completely wet with her fluids, then I stopped and began to slowly
thrust in and out. But even after just the head, it was difficult to penetrate further. I had to force it in little by little.

It took a lot of effort to finally get in, and my penis was being gripped very tightly. I wondered why a prostitute's vagina was
so tight. I didn't have time to think about it then and started thrusting. The bride started moaning
. At first, it was fine; her tight vagina felt good. But after a while, she still didn't move. I
was frustrated; after half an hour, I still hadn't ejaculated.

Thinking that I should be able to ejaculate if I thrust hard enough, I started thrusting with all my might. Perhaps because my
force hurt her, or perhaps because she was drunk, she opened her eyes. She glanced at me and suddenly screamed
.

I jumped, startled, and cursed, "What the hell are you?"

She seemed panicked, stammering, "Who, who are you? Why, why are you in my room?
"

"This is my room, what do you care who I am?" I replied irritably, my penis feeling a little soft from the
shock .

"My, my friend... how did I get here?" she asked dazedly.

"What friend? Nonsense! You're out selling yourself, who cares where he is!" I yelled.

She was stunned, not understanding, and exclaimed, "What do you mean, 'out selling yourself'?" Then she realized what
we were doing and screamed again, "You, you did this to me..." but couldn't finish her sentence, frantically backing
away.

I was only halfway through my business, how could I let her back down? I held her tightly, saying, "
I've already given , and you're still not providing good service?"

She panicked, finally realizing what was happening, but then burst into tears, crying, "I'm not a prostitute,
I'm not... I... Where's my husband? I... I... I'm getting married today..."

Seeing her crying and shouting, I quickly covered her mouth. Luckily, the hotel room was very soundproof. I heard her say
something—friend, husband, wedding—and I vaguely realized what was going on. I looked at her, and she was looking at me with tears in her
eyes. I instinctively let go of her hand.

After some conversation, I understood that the beautiful woman in front of me was the bride getting married in this hotel today. Instantly, my
penis became incredibly hard. Because I had been holding her, although it had softened a bit, it was still inside her
. When it hardened again, she felt it and panicked a little, trying to back away. But I wasn't going to let her get away...
Without thinking twice, I started thrusting again.

She initially resisted a little, but then, feeling hopeless, she slowly gave in. Perhaps because a stranger was suddenly having sex
with her, she was particularly wet this time. Soon, I felt a large amount of her fluids gushing out; she must
have orgasmed. I thought to myself that I had unintentionally slept with a bride, and I felt incredibly smug.
Before long, I ejaculated.

After we finished, she went to get dressed. I saw her and called out, "What are you doing!"

She said resentfully, "I want to go back." I said no, but she ignored me and kept getting dressed. I said,
"You came into my room and had sex with me. Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone?"

She immediately stopped dressing, turned around and glared at me angrily, her eyes looking like she wanted to kill me. I ignored her and continued
, "I was very unhappy that you were drunk and asleep earlier. I'm not a troublemaker. Let's do it again. I
promise I won't tell anyone after I'm satisfied."

She didn't say anything but kept shaking her head. Seeing that it wasn't working, I persuaded her again, "Doing it with me once is the same as doing it
twice . Besides, you're not a virgin."

Actually, I was also annoyed. This bride wasn't a virgin. Otherwise, I would have had even more fun. Seeing that he
didn't speak, I continued, "Who knows how many men you've slept with before? Besides, it won't
hurt you to sleep with me one more time, and it'll shut me up."

She was persuaded by me this time, nodded, and then said, "I've slept with my husband before."

I believed that; seeing how tight her vagina was, it must be true. I was a little excited and said, "Go take a shower
, mainly to brush your teeth." Then, without looking at him, I turned over and turned on the light. She panicked and went into the bathroom,
and soon I could hear the sound of water.

During the meal, the bride emerged naked. This time, with the lights on, I could clearly
see her. She had a rounded forehead, delicately arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, smooth, delicate cheeks,
and full, plump lips. Her upper lip had a beautiful curve, forming a short bow, with a small bead forming at the tip. Her
lower lip like a cherry still glistening with dew. Although her lips were closed, there was a
small indentation in the middle, and her neat, white front teeth gently bit her lower lip, like shells embedded in the bright red flesh.

I was mesmerized. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, kissing her.

I slowly licked her lips, carefully exploring every part. Her breathing became erratic, and
waves of mysterious sweetness emanated from her. I reached out and touched her full breasts. My mouth moved down her chin to
her nipples licking them. Her nipples and areolas were so pale that they were almost indistinguishable from her breasts. After I suckled
them, they became slightly rosy. I used both my hands and mouth to fondle her breasts to my heart's content.

She half-closed her eyes, responding to me. While I suckled her breasts, my hands were already exploring between her legs. Her
thighs were thin and not very fleshy, but even so, they were still a sensitive area. She swayed her hips
to express her feelings. Her pubic hair was short and coarse, like a barren field, but this field was now
well-watered and ready to be cultivated.

I gently traced the outline of her vulva, and she kept moaning "Mmm..." I lifted her
up , turned her back to me, and made her kneel on top of me, straddling me. My hands continued to explore and tease her vulva. Her
body trembled, her waist tensed, and she involuntarily raised her buttocks. I lovingly stroked her back and forth. I took out my already hard
penis and rubbed the head against her labia.

Then I pressed her buttocks against my crotch, pressing down on her buttocks to gradually
swallow my penis. She opened her mouth and let out an "Ah..." Then I inserted my entire penis. I lifted her buttocks and
rocked her up and down. Her body was very light, so it was very easy for me to thrust, and I could penetrate deeply and quickly. She was also
in great pleasure, breathing heavily.

Soon, her red labia began to flutter as I thrust in and out, releasing gushes of fluid. This time,
she responded wonderfully; before long, I realized I didn't need to lift a finger, she was moving her hips and thrusting on her own
.

She rode up and down with ecstasy, faster and faster, until suddenly she slumped to the bottom, trembling as if
crying　 . I quickly thrust my penis upwards; she had orgasmed.

Not yet satisfied, I immediately lifted her up and began thrusting my penis into her
vagina　 .

Soon after, she climaxed a second time, losing all strength and becoming as limp as an eel, making it impossible for me
to continue. I had no choice but to flip her onto the bed, re-inserting my penis into her vagina and thrusting even faster.

I penetrated deeply and repeatedly, constantly hitting her cervix, causing her vaginal muscles to contract, gripping me so tightly it felt amazing
. This made me thrust even harder, causing her to gush out more fluid, soaking the sheets.

Seeing so much water, I moved my penis even faster, and she kept moaning "Ugh... ugh..." as
her vagina contracted repeatedly, bringing her to another orgasm.

It seemed she really couldn't take it this time; she kept saying she was surrendering. Seeing the look of triumph on her face, I finally couldn't
hold back any longer and ejaculated, shooting all my semen into her body.

Afterwards, she cleaned up and quietly left. I didn't stop her because I was also very tired. I checked the time;
it was almost 5 a.m., so I went to sleep.

The next day at noon, I saw that the woman next door had already checked out. I thought to myself, her husband must have drunk too much last night and
didn't realize his newlywed wife had been with me. But, alas, I still don't know her name.

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