For more than two hours, I met a beautiful noblewoman with her hair styled in a high bun.

Two hours later, I met a stunningly beautiful noblewoman with her hair styled in a high bun .

Author: gqx7408695 First published on Sex Bar on 2011/01/22 Word Count: 5490 ************************************************************************************************ First of all, let me state that this story, except for a few slightly fabricated words, is entirely true and based on the actual events. You can use it as a reference and learn from each other. **************** ... On a whim, I stood up and peered through the peephole—a figure with her hair pulled back in a high bun, wearing a greyish-white trench coat , was facing me. She looked quite tall, around 1.68 meters. Then she opened the door, went inside, and closed it. Back in bed, I couldn't concentrate on the TV at all. The figure across the hall kept replaying in my mind: hair pulled back in a high bun, greyish-white trench coat, tall figure, and perhaps, a pretty face? Full breasts? A juicy vulva?… My mind kept churning, churning, making me incredibly aroused… A complete stranger, I wondered if she was staying alone? Was she pretty and had a charming personality? Did she already have plans? I didn't know… Just thinking about it wasn't going to help. No matter how much I thought about it, it was all for nothing if I didn't try… How could I figure out a way to win over a stranger? And I wanted to do it tonight, preferably right now… After a struggle, I decided to give it a try! After getting up and tidying myself up, I looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with myself. Then I picked up my phone, removed the battery, and put it back in backwards—note, this is my next excuse. Then I confidently opened my room door, walked to the other person's door, and knocked. "Who is it?"—a soft, sweet female voice. "Excuse me, I'm from the room across the hall. I'd like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?" I said. The other person opened the door. A fragrant scent wafted in, and what made my heart flutter even more was that the other person was a stunningly beautiful woman, in her thirties, with fair skin, an oval face, and light makeup, exuding nobility, elegance, and the air of a wealthy lady. She was my favorite type. "It's like this, my phone is dead, and I urgently need to call a friend, but I didn't memorize the number. The number is saved on the SIM card. Can you do me a favor?" I looked pitiful, waving my phone in my hand, as sincere as could be. I looked at her, waiting for her reaction. She smiled slightly, "Sure, just a moment." Then she turned to get her phone. A surge of secret delight welled up inside me. I took a step closer to the door from the outside, but didn't go in; I just stood inside. Little wolves, this is a trick, and I won't go into the details now. You'll figure it out yourself. "I'm so sorry to bother you so late. It's all my fault for being careless; I forgot my phone charger..." I rambled on, being polite, while observing her bathroom: only one of the two towels was used, the other was hanging neatly, and only one bath towel was used. This confirmed that she was currently the only one staying in the room. "It's okay, I sleep late. It's only a little past 7," she said casually. "What time do you usually go to bed?" I asked. This seemingly casual question actually had many implications. If she went to bed early, it meant she was usually very tired from work and life, and very disciplined, with little nightlife. If she went to bed late, it meant her daytime life wasn't very tiring, and she had nothing to do at night, so there were often opportunities. "It's not fixed, usually around 11 pm," she replied. After using her phone, I dialed my other, switched-off number, deliberately letting her hear that it was off. That's how we started chatting. I didn't leave, and she didn't try to get rid of me. Later, I learned that she was a finance manager at a company, and her husband was a government official. She was here for a long, short meeting; basically, it was a company-sponsored vacation. In the past few days, she had already visited most of the nearby tourist attractions and shopping malls, and bought quite a few things… Before I knew it, it was past 9 pm. We were having a very engaging conversation, from work to business trips, to travel, to shopping, to major brands, to corporate gossip, and finally, to celebrity scandals and interesting anecdotes… "These days, I don't know why, but there are so many scandals involving celebrities. It seems like without scandals, you're not famous…" she said. "They'll do anything to become famous. Making money is the only thing that matters; they've broken free from traditional constraints…" I replied casually. "Speaking of celebrities, I suddenly realized you're a lot like that xxx, a celebrity I really like…" she seemed to be hinting at. A surge of secret delight welled up inside me. "Really? Do I really look like him? I'm not as lucky as him with women..." I probed. "Men never tell the truth, you're lying," she said. "I wish I could, but I'm afraid it would affect my family and my work, so I'm very self-disciplined." I was implying that if it didn't affect my family or work, then I wouldn't need to be self-disciplined. "Looks like you're a good man, haha." She laughed, a beautiful laugh. And there was a very subtle movement—she shifted her body slightly to the side. I didn't care about that and took the opportunity to sit down next to her, about two fists' distance. Then I watched her reaction. Just as I expected, she quickly shifted to the side again, but the distance was very small. This indicated that she was wary, but not completely averse. "Someone as beautiful as you, I'm sure there are many men pursuing you!" I turned my head and deliberately looked at her as I asked. "I was alright when I was young, but now that I'm old, who would want me?" she sighed. Women do age quickly after 30, but she was indeed very well-preserved, and with a good foundation, she still had a certain charm even in her old age. "You're still so beautiful now; when you were young, you must have been the kind of woman who could topple cities with a smile..." I flattered her relentlessly. Of course, she was indeed very attractive. "Do you have any photos of yourself when you were young? Let me see." I continued to look for an opportunity. "I think I have some on my phone; let me see," she said. Flattery never fails. Especially with women. She took out her phone and started looking for photos. I took the opportunity to move closer to her and lean in, getting very close. This time she didn't refuse, nor did she move away. I inhaled the fragrance emanating from her, which made me feel dizzy, and my lust grew stronger. I could clearly feel that her breathing had changed. On one side, there was sweet talk and flattery; on the other, there was physical contact (though through clothing, they could feel each other's breathing). Fellow wolves, if you're not bold enough at this point, you're a coward. You have to take the risk. I tried, putting my hand around her waist, getting close, pressing against her. She was startled, pulled her hand away, and stood up: "No, this isn't right—" she said shyly. Fellow wolves, I'm not trying to keep you in suspense; that's exactly what happened. A respectable woman is different from those sluts. She won't just give you a hug and then shower you with passionate advances. A respectable woman is a respectable woman; she has her own charm.

"You're so beautiful, I'm having trouble controlling myself—" I continued with sweet talk, trying to seduce her.

Seeing that she didn't immediately get angry and kick me out, I knew there was still a chance.

So I followed her, hugged her from behind, and pressed my crotch tightly against her buttocks. Experienced guys know that mature women usually can't resist this. She tried to break free, but my arms were tight, just around her lower abdomen, not touching her breasts or her "black forest." I wanted to give her a temporary sense of security.

She struggled a few times, but seeing she couldn't escape, she stopped moving and turned to me, saying, "Let go, this isn't good. What if someone comes in?"

"Then I'll close the door"—ha, my fellow wolves, please note, if the other person uses similar language to remind you that it's unsafe, that they're afraid of this or that, it means they've already tacitly agreed. But you need to be careful and ensure her safety.

After locking the door, she seemed relieved. She hugged me tightly and kissed me. Her lips were exceptionally sensual, her tongue incredibly proactive. We licked, kissed, stirred, and teased each other. My hands roamed over her pert buttocks, caressing them. Even through her clothes, the effect was unmistakable. She panted heavily, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her body trembled occasionally.

Our tongues intertwined, embracing each other tightly, caressing. I could clearly feel that she was aroused. Her noble and dignified face had become filled with desire, her eyes gently closed, her expression hazy, wanton, and satisfied… giving me immense stimulation. My hands slipped under her clothes, roaming over her buttocks and inner thighs. Her flesh was incredibly soft, tender, and smooth, like a newborn baby's—the feel was wonderful, incredibly stimulating.

"Oh, oh, oh, um, I can't take it anymore, it's so stimulating…" she gasped.

I intensified my assault, unbuttoning her clothes, letting her pants fall naturally… leaving only her sexy panties and fair thighs. Her vulva was already overflowing, because I could feel the wetness through her underwear with my hand. Her hand also began to move, first caressing my back, waist, then my buttocks, and my enormous member…

“How can it be so big—” she said dreamily.

“Isn’t it bad if it’s big?” I said with a mischievous smile.

“You’re so naughty—” she clung tightly to my chest like a little girl, acting coquettishly.

My hand intensified its attack, slipping inside her underwear, gently caressing her sensitive area with my middle finger, tracing the small crevice, wandering, wandering, until it reached that little fleshy mound—a woman’s G-spot—

“Mmm—oh—a little gentler—” she couldn’t take it anymore and began to moan.

I didn’t care about that, and worked even harder, my middle finger drawing arcs on her G-spot, faster and faster, occasionally teasing her vulva to gauge the flow of fluid! She was very wet, and very smooth. Her expression grew even more dazed: her eyes were slightly closed, her breathing was heavy, her mouth opened and closed slightly, and she moaned intermittently, "Oh, oh, oh—um—um, so itchy, so stimulating—"

Seeing that the time was right, I pressed down on her shoulders—wanting her to squat down and give me a blowjob. But she struggled desperately and refused to squat down.

"No, I don't like it, I've never done it before..." she said.

Still a "virgin," no wonder she looked so noble.

I didn't care about anything else, I pinned her against the wall, standing face to face, pulled down her panties, lifted one of her legs with one hand, and then whispered in her ear, teasing her: "Do you want (to fuck you)? If you do, take it and put it in." As I spoke, I rubbed my penis against her vagina.

This seemingly noble woman was now consumed by lust. She deftly grabbed my penis and guided it towards her "waterfall entrance." I thrust my hips forward—plop—ah—with a groan from her, my thick penis slid all the way into her hole. Instantly, I felt my large penis enveloped by a warm, moist embrace—warm, wet, comfortable, and amazing!

I didn't rush to thrust, but instead swayed my hips from side to side, letting my penis explore her hole in circular motions. This made her even more breathless and panting. She grabbed my waist with both hands: "You're bad—you're bad—come on—" and then actively thrust in and out, arching her hips.

Fellow wolves, let me share some experience. At this point, inexperienced wolves will definitely go along with it, thrusting vigorously, *thump thump thump*—for a three-minute burst of pleasure, then ejaculating—ultimately ending up with a moment of pleasure followed by a bellyful of regret. Looking at the beauty, not satisfied with just playing around, but lacking the skill, I picked up my gun and went for another round... At this moment, one must maintain a sense of proportion, both arousing the other's desire and ensuring one's own "golden spear" remains unbroken, growing stronger with each battle, making the other want a second time after the first

! I continued to use my big stick to draw inside her honey hole, probing left and right, exploring, making only small movements, not making forceful thrusts, just teasing her passion, not satisfying her sexual desire.

"Ah...ah...ah...um—oh ah..." She had already abandoned her noblewoman's dignity and airs, and began to moan comfortably.

"I want...come on...ah...ah...ah...it's so itchy...come on...I want it..."

She twisted her waist, moaning lustfully.

"You want it? What do you want?" I deliberately teased her.

"Um—you're bad—ah...ah...I want it, move faster...it's so itchy..." she moaned, her lips actively pressing against my neck, kissing passionately.

As I enjoyed the lady's sweet kisses, I felt my large penis being enveloped by her warm, moist vagina. It was a warm, slippery vagina, with fleshy walls everywhere, and it was elastic. Every now and then, a little stream would flow out of the opening, making a soft, squelching sound.

"Then tell me, what do you want? I'll give it to you..." I said with a wicked smile.

"Ah...ah...I want your big penis...it's so itchy..." She was kissing my earlobe, which made me feel so excited and thrilled.

"Then can I use my big penis to penetrate you?"

"Yes, yes, hurry up and penetrate me...ah...ah...hurry up..."

"Where will you use your big penis to penetrate?"

"Hmm...hmm...you're bad, penetrate my little cunt...ah...it's so itchy, hurry up..."

"Okay, I'll use my big penis to penetrate your little cunt..."

Seeing that the time was right, I took the opportunity to lift her up to the dressing mirror, and then had her face the mirror. I hugged her waist from behind. Fellow wolves, at this moment, she's only naked from the waist down; I haven't taken off her clothes. Why? It's not that I forgot to mention, it's that I genuinely haven't. Because I want her to completely abandon her aristocratic airs and dignity in front of me, to completely surrender herself to me. And what kind of feeling is it to see a woman in a high bun, dressed in expensive clothes, her pink buttocks raised, being brutally penetrated, brutally fucked, and played with by you in the mirror? What kind of enjoyment is that?

Playing with a woman is all the same if she's naked, the lights are off, and it's pitch black—it's all the same no matter how you play with her. All women are pretty much the same. There's only temporary satisfaction and release, not much psychological satisfaction or beautiful memories.

Okay, enough nonsense.

I slapped my big cock against her pink buttocks a few times, deliberately not penetrating her.

"Ah...ah...you're bad, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, I want your big cock..."

She couldn't wait any longer. Grabbing my large penis with one hand, she quickly found her honeypot and, aiming at the entrance, pulled it in.

Without further ado, I held her waist with both hands, thrusting forward until my penis was fully inserted. I watched as a stream of nectar flowed from her honeypot. Then, I began the familiar motion to all you wolves, slapping her buttocks repeatedly…

"Ah…ah…ah…mmm…mmm…" she cried out joyfully, moaning.

"Does it feel good to be penetrated like this?"

"Ah…ah…mmm…good…good…don't stop, keep going…"

While thrusting, I played around with different positions, sometimes three shallow thrusts followed by one deep, sometimes one shallow thrust followed by three deep, sometimes pausing to draw circles in her honeypot with my penis…

"Ah…good…I like it when you penetrate like this…faster, ah…ah…again…" she cried out joyfully, moaning with pleasure.

After about a hundred thrusts, I deliberately played a trick, reaching out and grabbing her hair, making her lift her head to look at our reflection in the mirror. It seemed to be her first time doing this; I could clearly feel her vagina tighten and contract, and a gush of fluid enveloped my large penis.

"Ah...ah...I'm dying...dying...uh...ooh...ah..." She climaxed so quickly.

Then she lost her balance, and I quickly caught her, throwing her onto the bed. Then, I pressed down on top of her, adopting a traditional Chinese position, and thrust inside.

She was exhausted, but asked,

"How does it feel?" Looking into her eyes, I asked.

"You're so naughty, so amazing..." she said shyly with a smile.

"Let's rest a bit, then do it again?" I said.

"Um, I'm so tired, you've killed me, yours is so big..." she seemed incoherent.

"Okay, then let's rest a bit, and I'll make you feel like you're dying again later, okay?"

"Okay," she said, reaching out to hug my back.

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