"I'm sorry, Harold! I won't come to the bar ever again… Ah, you can't touch me there…"

A drunk, beautiful woman clad in a pair of black stockings can be seen at the entrance of a bar at midnight. Since she's lying on the sidewalk, her white panties are all exposed.

Elated, I stick my hand beneath her skirt.

Little do I know that the woman, Crystal Conley, has mistaken me for her sugar daddy, Harold Townsend, and thinks that I'm here to teach her a lesson. She's so petrified that she dares not move a muscle.

I use the opportunity to part her legs and pin her down hungrily.

Poor Crystal shrieks in fright, "How could you punish me like this, Harold?"

My name was Leroy Perkins. I'd been single for a few years now, and I was especially desperate to meet a beautiful woman.

I'd heard that the women in the bars were particularly open-minded and easy to hook up with. Most importantly, they all looked so fresh-faced and dewy that one could just eat them up.

I'd always wanted to go check it out for myself. But I didn't have any game when it came to picking up girls, and I didn't have a handsome face either. Standing among them, I might as well be air, as no one paid any attention to me at all.

Whenever I saw other men walking out of bars with a woman on each arm, I felt incredibly dejected.

Why couldn't I be that man?

I wanted to taste the sweetness of young women too!

It was the first day of college, and the bars near the campus were buzzing with activity.

I walked alone to the bar entrance and lit a cigarette. Then, I looked around to see if there was any drunk woman I could take straight to my car and then to a hotel room.

Just thinking about it got me excited.

Beautiful women were entering the bar one after another, each surrounded by delinquents. I really envied these men. They were dead broke, yet they had no shortage of women.

As the night wore on, the women came out one by one, each leaving with the men beside them. Clearly, they were heading to hotels or somewhere else to "get some exercise".

Not a single one was passed out drunk, let alone lying by the roadside.

It looked like tonight was a bust.

I stubbed out my cigarette. The burning desire inside me was absolutely eating me alive.

So many beautiful women had walked past me, yet not one was mine.

What made other men so special that they could land women like that?

Life just sucked for me.

Just then, a young couple stumbled out of the bar, arguing loudly.

I glanced at the woman, and that fire inside me was instantly reignited.

Even on a cold day like this, she wore black thigh-high stockings over her long, slim legs, paired with a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. The sight made my desire surge. Her two large globes, in particular, bounced with every step she took.

As she was engaged in a fierce argument with her boyfriend, her chest heaved up and down, immediately catching my interest.

It looked like the two had gotten into a pretty big fight tonight, so chances were they'd part on bad terms.

Then wouldn't this beautiful woman be all alone?

This was my chance!

I stood off to the side, planning to go chat her up as soon as her boyfriend left.

She'd had quite a bit to drink. When the time came, she'd probably be so out of it that she wouldn't even notice if someone touched her.

I waited anxiously on the sidelines, watching as their conflict escalated from a verbal argument to physical confrontation.

The man slapped the woman hard across the face. She immediately flew into a rage and suddenly lifted her skirt.

I could vaguely hear her shouting, "So what if I'm a slut? I'll show it to someone else today!"

The sight alone was enough to get me all worked up.

Beneath that super-short skirt, there was only a pair of white panties, which looked extremely enticing with black stockings.

I nearly got a nosebleed.

Her little stunt made her boyfriend look bad.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and I was hiding in a relatively secluded corner, so no one noticed me.

In a fit of anger, the man just turned and walked away.

He left the beautiful woman alone in the cold wind, crouching on the ground and bawling her eyes out.

As she cried, the alcohol began to take effect. She tipped over and passed out right on the curb.

Holy crap!

Talk about the universe handing me an opportunity!

Coming here tonight was totally worth it—I'd actually scored a beautiful woman.

It was now 2:00 am. I looked around and didn't see anyone.

Mustering my courage, I slowly approached the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman's skirt accidentally rode up, revealing her white panties.

I crouched beside her and boldly reached out one hand.

The moment I touched her thigh, a soft sensation spread through my palm. It was incredibly smooth.

Her black stockings were silky, her thigh was very bouncy, and the fleshy part near the top felt especially good to touch.

The woman, feeling something strange near the top of her thigh, murmured drowsily, "Brent Poole? Have you come back?"

I was startled. It seemed she'd mistaken me for her boyfriend.

Wasn't this my chance? She wouldn't say anything if I touched her.

I slowly moved my hand up from the top of her thigh, my fingers already hooking onto her panties.

The sensation of rubbing her thigh was so intoxicating that I couldn't help but apply a little more pressure.

She let out a muffled groan and wriggled her butt.

"Your hands are so rough. Are you my godfather, Howard Townsend? How did you find me?"

My heart skipped a beat. My hands really were rough, as I did a lot of manual labor. So, they couldn't compare to a young man's. Instead, they felt more like a middle-aged man's hand.

This beautiful woman had mistaken me for her godfather.

Nonsense. She must be talking about her sugar daddy.

It was hardly surprising that a college student like her with such an incredible body was being kept by a sugar daddy.

After all, in a big city where the cost of living was high, how could she afford all her daily expenses without finding a sugar daddy? Especially for someone who frequently hung out in places like this.

Her allowance would never be enough to cover it all, so she had no choice but to get a sugar daddy.

My heart raced even more. If the "godfather" she mentioned really was her sugar daddy, then didn't that mean I could be even more reckless and do what I wanted with her?

With that thought, I grew bolder. I reached into her panties and felt her two plump butt cheeks.

Wow! This felt amazing. They were so bouncy and firm.

Just as expected, she didn't put up a fight. Instead, she obediently let me knead and squeeze her butt.

"Howard, I'm sorry. I won't go to bars anymore, okay? Please don't poke me with a beer bottle."

As she spoke, she squeezed her thighs together so tight that I couldn't pull my hand out.

The implications of her words were huge. Did her sugar daddy have some unique fetish? Did he actually shove a beer bottle inside her?

Rich people these days were all rather twisted. Her sugar daddy would spend tens of thousands of dollars a month just to have her in the palm of his hand.

He wouldn't allow her to hang out in places like this bar, so she could only be his personal plaything. To treat such a beautiful woman so roughly was just a total waste!

If it were me, I'd treasure her like crazy. I'd be terrified of making her even the least bit uncomfortable.

Seeing that she showed no resistance, I felt my desire grow even stronger.

I flipped her over and forcefully spread her legs apart. I was finally going to have the young woman I'd dreamed of.

What made it even better was that she thought I was her sugar daddy, so even if I went all the way, nothing would happen. She'd let me do whatever I wanted.

Feeling a strange sensation, she cried out coquettishly, "Howard, you can't punish me here. There are people around."

I didn't care about any of that. I grabbed her two full globes and pressed my whole body down between her legs.

Guiding my throbbing member between her legs, I thrust hard.

To my surprise, she was actually enjoying what I was doing to her. Her fair face flushed red, and her mouth was slightly open as she panted heavily.

"Howard, you're making me feel so good this time. You were always so rough before."

I was burning with lust and needed release.

With another forceful hook of my finger, I pulled her panties down to her knees.

It turned out she was already soaking wet. This woman clearly had strong urges, and it was obvious she hadn't been properly satisfied before.

I thrust too hard and accidentally woke her up.

The moment she saw me, she was completely shocked.

"W-who are you? Why are you on top of me?"

Oh no. She'd found out.

What I was doing was a crime, so I quickly climbed off her.

"Sorry. I just couldn't help myself because you're so sexy—"

Before I could finish, she spread her legs even wider. Her pink, sensitive spot was soaking wet and dripping like crazy.

She was still lying on the ground, but her face was even more flushed. Moreover, she didn't look angry at all.

"Mister, what did you do to me just now? I haven't felt this kind of pleasure in a long time. Could you help me again?"

For a moment, I didn't know what to do. I just froze there, unsure whether to go forward or back off.

Seeing that I didn't move, she wriggled her hips and even reached down to pull her top off.

Her two pink buds suddenly came into view, along with her full, round globes.

"Mister, I'm so hot and bothered it hurts. Please help me quickly."

I was dumbfounded by the sight. Truly, the man who made the first move was the one who got the reward. Since she was already being this forward, I wouldn't be a man if I didn't have my way with her.

I quickly pulled out my member and placed her legs on my shoulders. Then, I threw myself between her legs and thrust forward with all my strength.