A successful one-night stand

I hadn't had high hopes, so I didn't bother searching diligently. I just sent messages like, "One-night stand, beautiful?" to everyone. Immediately, someone named "Woman" responded, saying she wanted to see a video first. I thought my appearance was presentable, so I showed her. She seemed quite satisfied. We chatted about our situations and agreed to meet at a certain location a couple of days later.

Anyway, when we met, she was much shorter than I expected, only about 1.5 meters tall, and quite pretty. She looked to be around thirty. She wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, she generously apologized for being late. I figured she was older than me, more experienced, and less shy. We had breakfast first, then went to a teahouse for drinks. She seemed to want to talk more, probably to prepare herself mentally. We each drank a bottle of Corona at the teahouse and then left. This time, she didn't refuse, and we found a nearby hotel to check in.

As soon as I entered the room, I took out the three condoms I had prepared beforehand (since I only had three left at home, I thought that should be enough, so I didn't buy any more. I regretted it later, but I'll deal with that later). She smiled mischievously as soon as she saw them and whispered, "How can you be so perverted?" I chuckled to myself, "Isn't this what you do? What are you pretending for?" I took a shower first and then lay on the bed waiting for her. She came out wrapped in a bath towel, and I realized that she was actually a bit chubby, but being chubby probably makes things more enjoyable, so I gestured for her to come and get on the bed quickly. She kept smiling mischievously and said, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Of course, all men are impatient lechers—I pulled down her bath towel and found that she was also wearing underwear. Her two breasts were white and plump; being chubby definitely has its advantages. The underwear must have been specially prepared by her; it was black, almost transparent in the front, and slightly wider than a thong in the back, and it was tied with a string from the side. I got hard as soon as I saw it, and I pushed her down and started sucking on her lips. She responded enthusiastically, accompanied by soft moans. It seemed this woman, though seemingly unhurried, was actually quite eager.

I moved down, grasping her breasts and burying my face in them. She laughed and asked, "How is it? Big enough, right? My boyfriend likes big ones." Her nipples were large, and her areolas were dark, clearly indicating a long history of sexual activity. I moved down further, lifting her legs. Her vulva was also a dark color. I enjoy giving women oral sex, partly to check for any disgusting diseases. Seeing nothing unusual, I took her vulva into my mouth.

She screamed, probably surprised by the suddenness. She whispered, "My boyfriend has never given me oral sex before. Aren't you disgusted?" I smiled, "Not disgusting, I like it." She became excited, writhing.

I slowly parted her labia with my mouth, finding it already very wet. She was definitely a slut. I licked her vigorously, but unlike with my girlfriend, I didn't bother with any romantic gestures or foreplay. I just went for it, aiming at her clitoris and sucking hard. She seemed to enjoy it, not flinching or resisting, but thrusting her body upwards, eventually grabbing my head and pressing it against her vagina. I was practically breathless, feeling like I was her sex toy—before she reached her climax, I rolled over, grabbed a condom, put it on, and thrust inside her.

She was still caught up in the pleasure of my oral sex and hadn't even realized it when my penis was inside her. Her eyes rolled back, and she screamed, "So good!!!"

I hadn't ejaculated in over a week, and this slut really excited me. I thrust wildly dozens of times until she was silent, only able to desperately grip my back, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. I pounded away and ejaculated. She was clearly unsatisfied; as soon as I lay down, she straddled me. First, she said, "Hey, how come you're so good at oral sex? Do you often give girls oral sex?"

Then she asked if I wanted her to lick it. Good heavens, of course I did! She looked at me with a lewd grin, picked up my limp penis, and slowly put it in her mouth, twisting her hips. Having just ejaculated, I didn't feel much of a rush, so she just licked it slowly and leisurely until it got hard. She became even more horny, telling me to lift my legs, like a woman being fucked. As soon as

I lifted my legs, she grabbed my buttocks and spread my anus apart. Before I could react, she was licking it. It was my first time having my anus licked, and it felt fucking amazing. I couldn't help but moan, and she seemed satisfied, watching me as she frantically licked my anus. After about five minutes, she climbed on top of me and whispered, "It smells a bit—" I looked at her wicked grin, my penis rock hard.

She touched it, probably thinking it was hard enough, then put a condom on me and sat on top of me. As soon as she was on top, she started twisting her hips, her hands on my chest, rubbing and grinding her lower body against me. I don't know why, but I don't feel anything at all when the woman is on top (I wonder if other guys feel the same way). So she rubbed against me for a long time, but I didn't feel much. She, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying it, her face turned red, and her two big white breasts were also a little red. I knew she was almost there, so I arched my back to match hers, and grabbed her two bright breasts, kneading them. She started to moan softly, "Ah—ah—", the sound wasn't loud but it was very seductive. But after only a few minutes, she stopped moving, lying on top of me panting, and said, "You take over, I'm too tired." I laughed and said, "You should get some exercise."

I rolled over and laid her down. Actually, I was already impatient from her rubbing, and I didn't feel anything myself, so now it was finally my turn. I made her kneel down, her butt sticking up, and I entered her from behind. As soon as I entered, she exhaled with pleasure, "Oh—I like being done from behind—" Actually, I also like being done from behind, so without saying a word, I started thrusting. After all, I had just ejaculated once, and I had also drunk a bottle of Corona beforehand. My penis gets numb after drinking, especially Corona; I don't know why, but one bottle worked really well. This battle was fierce and intense (storytelling style—-_-:). She started screaming wildly afterwards, not in a low, suppressed voice, but at the top of her lungs.

During this time, I wanted to try masturbation, so I asked her if it was okay. She immediately refused, saying that her boyfriend had tried to have sex with her many times, but she never agreed. I wasn't particularly interested either, so I let it go. We were both exhausted after this, lying there for a long time without saying a word; the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing. After resting for a while, I turned on the TV, and she nestled against my chest. I held her as we watched TV.

She started telling me about her situation; her boyfriend was a soldier, and his family seemed to have some influence. He had been reluctant to marry her, saying he didn't have a career, so he wouldn't get married. She had had several abortions for him and was now unable to conceive. The man's parents didn't like her much either, because her family were ordinary workers, and they felt they weren't a good match. Her other boyfriend was very rough; because he was in the army and rarely had the chance to have sex, every time he saw her he would just take off his pants and have sex without any foreplay, and never used a condom, saying it wasn't comfortable.

Over time, she became afraid of him and afraid to have sex with him. So she started to give up on herself and frequently had one-night stands.

This was her third time, and she seemed to enjoy it, and might continue. Hearing her story made me feel a little guilty, because I felt sorry for her, and I had only used her as a tool for sexual release. She didn't cry while telling me all this; instead, she would laugh from time to time. I think maybe she's gotten used to it, or maybe she's really strong. That's when I realized I really liked her, so I slowly started kissing her, like a lover, gently kissing her, including her ears and neck—sensitive areas—instead of going straight to the point. She quickly became aroused and kissed me back. We were like a real couple, tenderly loving each other.

This excited me, and my penis got hard again. She felt it on her thigh, reached down and touched it, and said with a smile, "You're so young, you recover so quickly. Put on the condom and insert it gently. You were too rough just now, it hurts a little."

Hearing her soft, gentle voice, I felt a strong urge to cherish her. I put on a condom, lifted her legs, and slowly inserted myself. She breathed softly, spreading her legs, trying her best to accept me. This time, I wasn't in a rush; we slowly thrust in and out. She gradually recovered, her breathing becoming rapid, and she said to me, "You can go faster—" So I sped up, thrusting and grinding, and she started to feel the effects. Afraid she was coming too quickly, I stopped, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and stood on the floor to thrust. This made it easier for me to exert force, and having already ejaculated twice, I was confident I wouldn't.

So I began to thrust forcefully. She started screaming loudly again, for about five minutes, and then her body began to convulse. I knew she had come, and very violently. She screamed, "Ah—I can't take it anymore, I really can't—stop, you're killing me—" I was so excited, looking at her half-open eyes and flushed face, I thrust even harder. She reached out and grabbed my arm, as if trying to make me stop, but she was too weak and it seemed to be helping me. At that moment, I didn't care about being gentle anymore; I used all my strength to thrust wildly. I wanted to ejaculate quickly and have some pleasure—she kept crying out, "I can't take it anymore—I can't take it anymore—please stop me—" I was getting carried away and said, "I won't stop you, I won't stop you, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to

death—" Her lower body started convulsing again, and she shook her head desperately, unable to make a sound, meaning she really couldn't take it anymore. I felt it was about time, so I pulled out, ripped off the condom, and thrust back in. Now without the barrier, the pleasure was much more intense. I thought, since you can't get pregnant anyway, let's just do it this way. She understood what I meant and cried out, "Good brother, good brother, hurry up, I really can't take it anymore, just ejaculate inside, please, ejaculate, ejaculate—"

This time I really couldn't take it anymore, my back arched, my penis convulsed a few times, and I finally ejaculated. This time I was exhausted, my back was killing me. She was like a corpse, her legs limp, panting heavily. I lay on top of her for a while, and she seemed to come back to life, murmuring, "You're so bad, you're trying to kill me!"

I just smiled stupidly, too exhausted to do anything else. We rested like that for half a day, then dozed off for a bit, then got up and showered. Afterwards, we got dressed, ate something, and parted ways. I never saw her online again. This one-night stand was truly unforgettable; if I had brought more condoms, I probably would have died from exhaustion. But looking back, I regret it so much; I wish I could have done it a few more times—

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