Shanghai under the cover of night (reprinted)

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over an hour, no new customers arrived. The number of women on the bench gradually increased, and as the clock on the wall slowly approached
midnight, Zhao Lan grew increasingly disappointed.
It seemed she would only have that one customer tonight.
Although she sometimes went an entire night without a single customer, she still hoped to
make one more before going home. But midnight was approaching, and it seemed there was little hope. She wondered how Zhuang Jianhai's business was tonight;
it couldn't be good. If this continued, she might really have to resort to soliciting customers on the street. That would be too shameful.
She wasn't as open as Duan Husheng's wife, who often managed to pick up customers for a quickie on her way home. Zhao Lan
simply couldn't bring herself to flirt with every passing man on the street.
Just as she was lost in thought, a burly man burst in. A loud, accented
Shandong voice bombarded the manager with questions.
It turned out he was from out of town. Previously, Zhao Lan had been reluctant to entertain out-of-town clients, but now she no longer cared
whether they were from out of town. Often, out-of-towners actually gave more tips. She put on her usual smile and gave the
Shandong man a charming smile as he glanced at her. There were still a dozen or so girls on the bench, each with their most
alluring smiles, all vying for what might be the last client of the night.
The Shandong man said to the manager, "Do you have any Shanghai girls? I'm looking for a Shanghai girl. Not from out of town.
I've heard Shanghai girls are very charming, so I came specifically to find one."
Zhao Lan's eyes lit up. She was one of the few Shanghai girls on the bench. The manager told the Shanghai girls to stand up
so the Shandong man could choose. The Shandong man looked them up and down with some suspicion and said, "Don't you have any
younger ones?"
Despite his rude tone, Zhao Lan maintained her inherent restraint, her face still smiling charmingly, suppressing her dissatisfaction.
Years of professional experience told her that to make money, you had to be patient.
Sure enough, the Shandong man's eyes were fixed on her breasts, seemingly very satisfied with her figure. Before the supervisor could answer, he
grabbed Zhao Lan's arm and loudly said, "Okay, okay, she's the one."
He then led her inside.
Under the envious gazes of several other guests, Zhao Lan helped the guest lead him inside.
The straightforward Shandong man sat down and immediately pulled Zhao Lan onto his thick lap, one arm around her neck,
the other beginning to grope and fondle her body impatiently. Zhao Lan later learned that he had just gotten off a plane and
taken a taxi directly there, clearly impatient.
Zhao Lan professionally giggled and began flirting with him. Just like the first customer, this Shandong man
didn't seem to care much about the flirting. He mumbled in response, his attention still focused on his
hands groping her body, constantly praising her: "Shanghai women's skin is so damn white and smooth! I've heard that
Shanghai people's skin is so white because there's so much bleach in the tap water here, is that true?"
Zhao Lan genuinely laughed at his naive appearance, not answering his questions, but simply leaning closer
, rubbing her face against his ear and neck, breathing her fragrant breath on him. The Shandong man was indeed somewhat bewildered by her,
constantly touching her smooth legs, muttering, "You Shanghai women's flesh is so damn tender
!"
Suddenly, he asked her, "Do you have any private rooms with beds? How much does it cost? Let's get one for the two of us and have some
fun ." His question immediately snapped Zhao Lan out of her daze. Good heavens, was he asking for the full service? Her heart raced
. The thought of her about to experience her first full-service experience filled her with panic.
Before she could answer, the Shandong man beckoned the proprietress, who was at another table, and asked, "
How much does it cost for these private rooms?"
The proprietress approached with a beaming smile and said, "You want a private room, sir? It
's 100 yuan per hour. You'll have to discuss the tip with the girls separately. However, your Jingjing never goes to the private rooms to serve customers
. Why don't you wait here, and I'll find you a few more girls?"
"What?"
The Shandong man looked at Zhao Lan suspiciously, not understanding why she didn't go to the private rooms to serve customers.
Zhao Lan was extremely embarrassed. Should she serve? Why didn't she? Meeting his questioning gaze, Zhao Lan quickly explained,
"It's like this, those who come to the private rooms here are there to provide that kind of service. I always only accompany customers
for drinks and dancing at the outer table; I never go into the private rooms to serve customers, so..."
The Shandong man seemed to understand the rules here. He pinched her body with obvious regret and said, "You never
take customers in private rooms? You never take customers in private rooms?"
Zhao Lan suddenly realized that if she didn't speak up quickly, she would lose this last customer of the day.
Her face flushed red, and she suddenly mustered her courage and whispered to him, "If I go to a private room with you,
how much will you pay?"
The Shandong man was overjoyed to see her suddenly change her mind and immediately said, "How much do you want?"
"Um... two hundred for an hour."
"What? That expensive? Two hundred for an hour?"
Zhao Lan's face turned even redder. She suspected that she might have asked for too much.
The Shandong man looked at the silent Zhao Lan and said fiercely, "Fine, fine, since it's your first time, I'll
pay you two hundred. Two hours, four hundred. The whole package. How about it?"
Seeing that he agreed to her price so readily, she was overjoyed and almost ecstatic. But
the thought of spending two hours with him made her heart pound with uncertainty. This time it was for real. Her nervousness
was exactly the same as when she first started working at "Hai Shi Hao." After all, she was about to take this final step and become a full-fledged prostitute. Just like her first time working as an escort, this would be another major turning point
in her life . She had to get through this sooner or later, and like before, she would adapt quickly. She silently reassured herself. The thought of taking this crucial step filled her with indescribable anxiety. She had already prepared herself to face it.

At this moment, when the moment actually arrived, she found herself completely unprepared.
Just as she was wondering how to continue, the proprietress led three girls over. They had all heard the Shandong man's last
words. Upon hearing that he was willing to pay four hundred, the three girls' eyes reddened. They each grabbed his clothes,
coquettishly offering to accompany him.
The Shandong man shook them off, freeing himself from their clutches, and pointed to Zhao Lan, telling the proprietress that she was the one, and to have her
get a private room for two hours.
The three Shanghai women began to mock her coldly: "Oh, she really is quite the seller
." "Don't tell me she's not for sale? I thought she was..." "No, she's not for sale, she's just trying to
get a good price." "That kind of person..." "She can do it? Does she know the whole routine?" "What can't she do
? Don't underestimate her..." They walked away, talking amongst themselves, making Zhao Lan feel
very uncomfortable. They were usually such good friends, but now they turned on each other so easily.
Suddenly, the proprietress said to the Shandong man with some difficulty, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, our dance hall
closes at 1 a.m., I can only open for you for one hour. How about that?"
The Shandong man got a little angry, "What? What's wrong with you in Shanghai? Closing at 1 a.m.? Where I'm from, we
play all night long, 1 a.m. is the start."
"Oh dear, you don't know, recently the city issued new regulations to crack down on prostitution, all entertainment venues are not allowed to
operate after 1 a.m. We have no choice, who doesn't want to make money? The police really do come to check in the middle of the night, if they
catch us, we're finished."
Zhao Lan once again felt the coldness of human relationships. The regulations the proprietress mentioned were indeed true, but
it was common for customers to stay inside very late after the main doors closed. She guessed that her sudden agreement to serve customers in the private rooms today had angered
the proprietress, and now she was deliberately making things difficult. Usually, the proprietress had been urging her to serve customers in the private rooms, to think it over, and now that she had actually thought it over,
the proprietress was unhappy.
The Shandong man was getting really angry. "No way! If you're going to stay open, stay open for two hours. I don't care when you close.
If not, I'll take the girl out."
With that, he grabbed Zhao Lan and pulled her outside.
Zhao Lan's mind went blank; she didn't know how to handle the situation. Four hundred yuan! If she didn't take this job, Zhuang
Jianhai would definitely call her stupid. Such a good opportunity was rare. But should she really go out with him? Where to? She
had never accompanied a customer out of "Hai Shi Hao" before. It was so late; should she really go to a hotel with him?
Hesitating, Zhao Lan was already being pulled out of the dance hall by the Shandong man.
Zhao Lan still hoped the proprietress would try to persuade her to stay, but she didn't say a word and just watched them walk out the door.

Chapter 3.
Zhuang Jianhai wearily tidied up the blankets and sheets in the back room. He'd gotten two jobs in a row today; his luck
was really good, and he was in a very relaxed mood. The place where the couple had told him to park wasn't far from "Hai Shi Hao,"
so he could go there later and pick up Zhao Lan, saving her the taxi fare.
The streets of Shanghai were still bustling after midnight, and even this secluded alley was constantly filled with people.
A shout from an old woman selling tea eggs nearby awakened his hunger, especially the enticing
aroma that made his mouth water. However, he never bought food from these stalls; boiling eggs at home
was much cheaper and more hygienic. Zhao Lan's braised eggs were definitely no worse.
Thinking this, he pulled down the trunk door.
Just then, he heard a man with a Shandong accent asking the old woman selling tea eggs for directions.
"Hey, where are the hotels around here? The kind where you can book rooms by the hour?"
His alertness immediately told him this might be another opportunity. He quickly walked around the car and looked over there,
only to hear a man angrily raising his voice at an old woman sitting on a small stool with her head turned away: "Hey, you
old woman, if you don't want to talk, then don't talk, why are you giving me that dirty look? I've heard that you Shanghainese people treat us outsiders
badly, and it's true."
Zhuang Jianhai glanced at the man and saw a slender woman standing under the shadow of a tree next to him. With his professional instincts, he immediately
understood what they were up to.
He immediately rushed over, grabbed the man, and said with a smile, "Hey brother, you've come at the right time.
Aren't you looking for a place to sleep? I have one right here. Come on, come on."
"Oh. You own a shop? That's perfect. Where is it? Is it far?"
"Ha. Right here. Nu, come on, let me show you. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. You want a room by the hour, right
? How about this compartment? It's cheap and affordable. I can take you anywhere. You can sleep for a while and wake up to find your destination
, isn't that great?"
"What? This is it?"
The Shandong man was shocked to find that the "room" Zhuang Jianhai was showing him was actually the back of this van. He
couldn't believe that such a "room" existed. Ignoring the old lady rolling her eyes beside him, Zhuang Jianhai pulled him to the car door,
opened it for him, and quickly continued his sales pitch: "Look, brother, this place has everything you need. The mattress
is thick and comfortable, much cleaner than those hotels. There are towels and toilet paper, and... and... hey, basically
everything you need. I can drive while you sleep, how romantic!"
Seeing the still-dazed Shandong man, Zhuang Jianhai guessed the deal was likely going well. He lowered his voice mysteriously
and whispered in his ear, "Shanghai is cracking down on prostitution right now, hotels are constantly being raided by the anti-prostitution squad. It's nowhere near
as safe as here. If you get caught in a hotel, the fine is at least three thousand, and they'll notify your workplace."
This final push clearly convinced the man. He smiled and said repeatedly, "Good! Good!"
"You guys really know how to do business. It's amazing that you Shanghainese could come up with such a clever idea. Good! Good! I'll rent
this mobile car from you... Hehe. How much for two hours? Hey, miss, come over here. What do you think of this place?"
He asked Zhuang Jianhai about the price while beckoning to the woman in the shadows. He then leaned into the car and
pressed the cushions hard with both hands, as if to see if the space could support his size.
Zhuang Jianhai's heart skipped a beat. Two hours—a pretty good deal. He rarely encountered
customers who stayed that long. As he pondered what price to negotiate, he caught sight of a woman under the shade of a tree waving at him.
He looked closer and was stunned.
This woman was none other than his wife, Zhao Lan.
He was utterly shocked. He could hardly believe his eyes. Zhao Lan? How could it be Zhao Lan? She…
He suddenly remembered what he'd told Zhao Lan yesterday: if they found a customer willing to pay a high price, they'd go out and have sex.
Good heavens. Was he really going to end up like Duan Husheng, driving his wife around to be taken advantage of?
Zhao Lan seemed to be desperately waving at him. It seemed she didn't want to sell her virginity in such an awkward situation
. This was too embarrassing.
Zhuang Jianhai also felt uneasy. He was simply not prepared for this. No, he should just turn her down. Sigh, he
'd finally managed to get such a lucrative customer, and now he could only watch him slip away. His earlier excitement vanished instantly.
Instead, he was filled with endless disappointment, confusion, and melancholy. He never imagined he would encounter his own
wife while soliciting customers on the street.
He desperately wanted to know why Zhao Lan was out with a customer so late. Why not just
do it in a private room at "Hai Shi Hao"? Wasn't it said that customers there usually booked private rooms?
Before he could think further, the Shandong man pressed him for the price again.
His mind raced; he knew that things had already come to this point, and if he didn't take the job, he would have to charge an exorbitant price
to drive the man away in anger. He turned his head, looking at the wheels of the car with disappointment and blankness, and said indifferently, "Two hours?
That'll be two hundred, plus mileage fees."
Sure enough, the Shandong man immediately became furious.
"What? Two hundred? You...you guys are really good at ripping people off! You...you said it was cheap,
how come it's almost the price of a private room?"
"It's so late, this is the price now. Do you want it?"
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"You...I'm impressed by you Shanghainese. One hundred and fifty, it's one hundred and fifty. I won't give you a penny more.
One hundred and fifty for two hours. How about it?"
Now it was Zhuang Jianhai's turn to be shocked. One hundred and fifty. Plus the mileage fee, it was really too tempting. He had just
casually offered an unreasonable price, but this person actually took it seriously and tried to bargain.
Good heavens, should I do it or not? If I don't rip people off, I'll rip them off.
But...Zhuang Jianhai was really not prepared to let his wife have sex with others. Although
he had come to terms with letting Zhao Lan become a prostitute after going to "Xin De Lai". She had already gone to such lengths as a hostess, what else was
there to hold back? He wasn't a particularly conservative person. Besides, he had been driving people around every day,
so he had seen plenty of that kind of thing.
But… after all, it's letting his wife be taken advantage of. This is different from being a prostitute. Lately,
whenever he imagined Zhao Lan naked, being penetrated by a man, a strange
restlessness welled up inside him.
He knew they would have to take this step sooner or later. Since they were going to, they had to hurry while Zhao Lan was still young and
beautiful ; otherwise, how many more years could she earn money? He had to overcome this immature mindset. He knew
it was childish of him to be unable to be nonchalant about this, and he repeatedly warned himself not to act too emotionally.
What else was there at this age? It was just doing *that*, right?
But… although he could understand this, actually watching Zhao Lan being taken advantage of right now was beyond
his psychological capacity. He couldn't control himself. Could he control himself?
He didn't know. Maybe he would become indifferent over time, but in the beginning, he couldn't say he could be unmoved
. On the contrary, judging from his current feelings, he found himself not as carefree
and easygoing as he had imagined; in fact, he was incredibly impulsive about it. Was he really so weak that he
couldn't face this? Should he let his wife go out to solicit clients? Maybe he should just let her come home and stop her from working as a prostitute.
He clenched his fist tightly. His palms were already sweating.
One hundred and fifty yuan! How could he not make money? It was like finding a wallet. How could he
throw away a wallet he had found? As the Shanghainese say, "Don't make money from a pig's head if you can." And it was double the money! This deal was too
good to pass up.
He found it increasingly difficult to resist the temptation. Perhaps after this experience, he would be able to face
Zhao Lan's , and he could earn double the money like Duan Husheng often. Even if he didn't pick them up today,
wouldn't this guy still take Zhao Lan to some dirty bed in some unknown small hotel? It was
safest for him to drive them himself. If he were to resort to violence, she could intervene. And, most importantly, she
wanted to keep the profits within the family. Wasn't that exactly what Duan Husheng meant?
The Shandong man impatiently urged him, "What's up? If not, I'm leaving."
He glanced at Zhao Lan, hardened his heart, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine! Get in! Get in now."
He turned his gaze to the empty road, emphasizing his final "Get in now," as if speaking specifically
to Zhao Lan. After speaking, he turned and walked towards the driver's door.
Now it was Zhao Lan's turn to have a blank mind.
Ever since this man dragged her out of "Hai Shi Hao," she had been in a state of confusion. What kind of experience awaited her ? This was the first time she had sold her most precious virginity. Although she had been touched almost every inch of her body during
her usual escort services , today she would completely open herself up, letting the customer enjoy himself to the fullest. Perhaps the customer would even ask her to actively perform various services to satisfy his sexual desires. Her heart had been pounding wildly, as if it were hanging in mid-air. Now, suddenly encountering her husband made her feel utterly humiliated. She never expected that they would run into him here after leaving "Hai Shi Hao." If she had known this would happen, she would never have gone out with him . How could he accept having him present on their first time with someone else? Especially since it was just yesterday...

She had just figured out how to get her to cross the line into prostitution and offer this kind of sexual service. On the first day, she wanted him to sit beside her;
how could he possibly refuse? She couldn't possibly get into his car.
Of course, she still had the upper hand. She could tell the man she didn't want to get in that kind of car. She
had plenty of reasons.
But… her husband said, "Get in." This was clearly directed at her. One hundred and fifty. Adding
the four hundred she'd earned selling herself, that's five hundred and fifty. That was indeed too tempting.
Didn't her husband say yesterday? Why not take advantage of him? Since her husband was willing, how could she refuse?
Besides, if she didn't get in her husband's car, where would she go with this man? Who knew what kind of shady
place it would be?
But… doing this with someone so close to her husband was still too embarrassing.
Seeing her standing there motionless, the Shandong man grabbed her arm and pulled her into the car, saying that the
car was really nice, cleaner than any hotel he'd ever seen.
At this moment, Zhuang Jianhai leaned out of the driver's side window and said to her, "Miss, get in this car.
It's very safe here."
Hearing her husband's hint, it seemed he really didn't care. Zhao Lan knew she had no choice and, with
the Shandong man's help, climbed into the van.
Zhuang Jianhai habitually turned on the rearview mirror, as usual, one corner of the mirror perfectly covering the entire rear of the van
. He gently started the car, feeling his hand trembling slightly as he turned the key. He suddenly remembered that he
had forgotten to sell condoms to this man. How useless, how could he be so flustered?
He cursed himself inwardly as he turned off the engine.
He reached into the cabinet in front of the car and took out several colorful condoms, holding them over his shoulder without turning his head, saying
, "Boss, want a couple? Fruit-flavored, imported."
"No, no. I never use these things,"
Zhuang Jianhai cursed inwardly. But he continued calmly, "There are so many diseases outside these days, it's
better to be safe."
"Ah? Ah, this lady... I think she's fine. No need, no need. It's no fun with that thing on."
Zhuang Jianhai was even more annoyed. He thought to himself, "The lady might be fine, but you might be." He simply turned to Zhao Lan
and hinted, "Miss, how about a few? Don't get pregnant and ruin business."
Zhao Lan was still in a state of tension and panic, and didn't realize that her husband wanted her to persuade the customers to use
condoms. She actually thought her husband was afraid she would get pregnant, so she honestly replied, "Ah? No need, I've already
taken birth control pills."
She had indeed taken the pills. Now, in the dance hall, men might accidentally smear semen inside her, so
she took them every day for safety, but she had never told her husband.
Hearing Zhao Lan's words, Zhuang Jianhai felt a surge of anger, but he couldn't vent it. He could only grit his teeth
and curse silently, "How dare you speak like that? Taking the side of the foreigners. You can earn at least five yuan per condom.
What a great opportunity! Yeah, right!"
He started the car again, feeling somewhat depressed about losing a guaranteed extra income. Fortunately, ten or so
yuan was just a small amount, and he quickly turned his attention back to the 150 yuan. However, he soon
realized that his first business trip with his wife was very different from usual; his legs were inexplicably
trembling.
"Useless," he cursed himself inwardly. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and slowly started driving.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't calm himself down. His heart was pounding too fast, and for a while, he
could hardly control the car as steadily as usual. The wheels even crossed the center line of the road until he reached
the intersection and managed to pull the car back into his lane.
Several clear, soft kissing sounds came from behind, followed by the hearty laughter of the Shandong man. He
urged Zhao Lan to quickly take off her clothes, while he himself began to undress completely.
The night in Shanghai grew quiet; even without looking, Zhuang Jianhai could clearly hear them undressing.
His mind conjured the image of Zhao Lan's pale body exposed in the flashing lights. His heart
clenched.
"Damn, so smooth! Shanghai women are really something else," the Shandong man blatantly
commented loudly, completely disregarding the driver in front, as he caressed Zhao Lan's smooth body.
Zhao Lan, too nervous to breathe, slowly lowered her skirt in the warm night, then obediently unhooked her bra,
exposing her upper body completely naked before the man. A chill ran down her spine as he touched her, as if
goosebumps rose all over her body.
"Don't be nervous, I've really never had a client before."
The man lifted her chin with one hand, lowered his head to kiss her lips, and began to roughly knead her breasts with his other hand
.
Zhuang Jianhai's heart was still pounding, and the sound of kissing behind him was so clear, making him even more uncomfortable
.
"Your breasts are so bouncy. Hehe. Lie down." Most
of the clients Zhuang Jianhai had worked with were silent, and many tried their best to suppress their moans , embarrassed that the driver would hear. Few people would speak so blatantly and lewdly as this Shandong man, which sounded extremely harsh to Zhuang Jianhai, every word like a deliberate insult to him and Zhao Lan. Zhuang Jianhai tried his best to control his emotions and focused his attention on the steering wheel. His reason told him that this man didn't mean to say these things. Just take it as flattery towards his wife. He stared straight ahead. The streets of Shanghai were nearly empty at night, and the streets were all very familiar to him. He could drive around at will, relying solely on his intuition. Although he didn't glance at the rearview mirror even once, his ears were unconsciously drawn to the sounds behind him . The Shandong man was kissing and licking Zhao Lan's upper body, starting from her neck, while simultaneously pulling down her panties. When the panties were only down to her calves, his large hand impatiently reached for her private parts from her thigh.

Zhao Lan's body was attacked from above and below simultaneously, and she involuntarily let out a soft cry. She quickly bit her lip, not
wanting her husband to hear her reaction as she was being played with. But it was too late. Zhuang Jianhai clearly heard her
familiar voice, and his mind immediately conjured up the image of her delicate figure being held and caressed by him. The illusion in his mind
was immediately jolted awake by the Shandong man's heavy breathing, and the scene in his mind instantly switched to
the image of his wife's body being roughly played with by this man.
He jerked his head back, trying to erase the image from his mind. Waves of bitterness surged into his heart. Now her
body had become a commodity, available for anyone to use at will. This thought wouldn't leave him.
Worse still, the man kept spouting nonsense: "Heh, damn, such tender flesh...
her breasts are really nice, heh..." "So satisfying... her breasts are so soft... hehe, Shanghai women... so
exciting." "Her skin is so white. Just like the poached chicken you sell here."
Zhuang Jianhai tried again to distract himself. He remembered that when he got in the car, this man had told him to drive
to Jiangwan at the end. He started calculating how to take the route for the next two hours to maximize the fare while saving on
fuel. Although for longer trips, he didn't need to calculate the route and could go anywhere, this thought
actually , and his frustration lessened considerably.
"Ouch... don't... ouch... slower, slower... ouch..."
Zhao Lan let out a soft scream from behind, followed by a pleading cry. It turned out that one of the man's fingers
had suddenly been inserted into her tightly closed vagina, and the sudden intrusion caused her unbearable pain. Normally, when she was working as a hostess, she always had plenty of
time to deal with and refuse customers. Unlike now, he just thrust in without warning, and her vagina was still very dry.
"Hehe, haven't been penetrated much before? It's really tight… Why are you so nervous? If I don't use my hands to open it up,
you'll suffer even more later. Open your legs a little… Yes. Isn't that better? Hehe… Damn, you're
like a virgin."
Zhao Lan was too nervous; otherwise, her vagina would have been wet and open long ago after his initial teasing. Now, with him
forcibly opening it, she had no choice but to spread her legs and try her best to cooperate with his fingers. She knew he was right. Such a tight
vagina would really be torn apart if his penis were inserted. She could see his enormous penis,
bigger than any she had seen in the dance hall, thicker and longer than her husband's. And even then, it didn't seem
to be fully erect. Encountering such a large penis on her first time filled her with regret. Fear intensified her tension
.
She remembered overhearing experienced women say that even the biggest penis could be handled by a woman.
She hoped their experience was true.
Lost in these thoughts, she heard the Shandong man say, "I'm going to start fucking now," and the fingers inside her vagina
swiftly withdrew. Before she could even take a breath, a thick, fleshy mass rubbed against her labia.
She knew what was coming. As she always did with her husband, she lifted her hips, allowing his penis to
enter at the optimal angle. She took a deep breath. However, before she was fully prepared, a thick
penis thrust straight into her, like a weapon ramming into her internal organs.
"Ahhhhh..."
The sudden impact struck her, the immense pain of being forcibly penetrated causing
her to scream in agony, no longer caring whether her husband could hear.
She hadn't expected this man to be so gentle as to slowly insert himself, instead thrusting that huge
thing without any tenderness.
"No...it hurts...don't move...ah...ahhhhh..."
The man chuckled lewdly, his already raging lust unable to stop her pleas. He began to
thrust wildly into her slightly moist but still dry vagina, the tightness of her vagina gripping his penis, giving him immediate,
intense stimulation and pleasure. He panted as he made love to her body.
She clenched her teeth tightly, tears streaming down her face, her whole body writhing in agony. The man pressed his body
down completely, pinning her down, leaving her no escape. The Shandong man's burly frame exerted immense pressure on her chest
, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
This was practically rape—it was rape. She had initially thought that this was just
having sex with a stranger, something she could overcome her psychological aversion to. She never expected that this man wouldn't
be like her husband, where she could stop whenever she wanted, but rather that she had to completely surrender her body to him, that even in pain, she had to be
controlled.
The Shandong man, straddling her, thrust into her more than a dozen times in one go, an unprecedented pleasure coursing through his entire body.
He took several deep breaths, leaving his half-inserted penis temporarily inside her warm vagina, savoring
the feeling of being enveloped by the woman, and giving the woman beneath him, who was suffering terribly, a moment's respite.
"Hehe, that's fucking awesome. Looks like it's your first time being fucked, hehe, it's so tight inside, like a virgin
... You don't get fucked often, do you?"
He teased, slightly raising himself up, kneading her breasts,
breathing heavily in her face.
She lay there motionless, panting, slowly digesting
the deep pain in her lower body during this precious brief rest given to her by the man, gathering her courage to await his next attack.
Zhuang Jianhai was controlling the car entirely on instinct. Although he hadn't glanced at the rearview mirror,
everything happening behind him was as if it were happening right before his eyes; he had "seen" every single detail of his wife's suffering
in his mind. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his nails digging into the leather covers.
A huge stone seemed to be pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He hadn't expected his
wife to be tortured like this. Zhao Lan's painful cries were like knives slicing into his heart.
With each thrust of the man, he felt as if he were experiencing that excruciating pain himself. He
bit his lower lip tightly, his whole body stiff in the seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed intently on the road ahead,
enduring this extreme agony alongside his wife.
His mind went blank.
This man, of course, had no idea what the driver in front was feeling. He played with Zhao Lan's full breasts for a while,
then pressed his body down again, his hips bobbing up and down as he resumed the thrusting he had stopped earlier. The tight feeling of her vagina enveloping
him kept his penis incredibly hard, and now, with the lubricated passage, he could thrust even more forcefully.
"Hehe, it feels so damn good. Hehe..."
With each thrust, he let out a loud moan, seemingly enjoying the intense
pleasure immensely.
Having experienced the initial intense pain, Zhao Lan was mentally prepared for his current thrusting. The squeezing sensation in her vagina
lessened considerably, and the pain gradually decreased; her screams slowly turned into weak moans.
The most painful moment was finally over.
Zhao Lan's mouth was sealed by the man's rough lips, which he roughly rubbed against.
She was surprised to find that the sensation in her lower body was beginning to change. The piercing pain gradually transformed into a
familiar stimulation—the kind of sexual stimulation she had only experienced when making love with her husband.
My God, the stimulation grew stronger with each quicker movement of the man. Her husband was right in front of her. She
gritted her teeth , trying to suppress any sound of pleasure, but the heavy breathing from her nose was like
the wanton moans of pleasure during intercourse, impossible to conceal.
The man's tongue forced its way into her mouth, and she obediently allowed him to penetrate, seemingly
enjoying his roughness. Under his passionate kisses, she felt a dizzying sense of lightness, her arms naturally hooking around his neck, just as
she often did with her husband, completely opening her body to him, gradually immersing herself in the joyful
intercourse.
Zhuang Jianhai was slowly regaining his senses from the initial chaos, and his wife's moans of torment were
gradually subsiding. He believed that Zhao Lan was intentionally remaining silent to avoid causing him pain, silently enduring
her physical suffering. How could an unprepared vagina not be in pain from such forceful penetration for the first time?
But he believed she would adapt. When they first got married, wasn't she in excruciating pain? She said
she couldn't bear it ? But she adapted quickly, didn't she? Women are always very adaptable.
The Shandong man's pent-up sexual desire was quickly reaching its peak. He began to
exert himself on the voluptuous Zhao Lan without reservation, holding her shoulders and starting a rapid final thrust.
As the man began to thrust violently, the whole car shook. Zhuang Jianhai was very
familiar with this moment. Usually, he was very calm, often silently counting the number of thrusts, idly
comparing the strength of different men.
But this time, he couldn't calm down at all. On the contrary, the feeling that had just eased was involuntarily
stirred up again, his heart aching as if being squeezed. What embarrassed him even more was that his penis had
unknowingly become erect, the swelling making him feel helpless.
As the subsequent thrusts pushed him towards climax, his tension also reached its peak. His heart
pounded faster without him realizing it, blood rushed to his head, his genitals swelled, and the blood in his veins
seemed increasingly uncontrollable, rushing about seeking release. He couldn't believe he could
still feel such arousal at a time when his wife was being raped. But the fact that his genitals were hard and swollen like iron told him that his
body had indeed betrayed his will.
He held his breath, forcefully resisting the torment of this nagging lust.
The sounds behind him grew louder, as if the man was deliberately exaggerating for him to hear;
the unrestrained moans grew stronger and stronger, shaking Zhuang Jianhai's heart. He forced himself not to count
each thrust, but he couldn't escape the powerful sensation of each clear penetration into his wife's body
, especially the delicate gasps mixed with the man's rough sounds, which made him
unable to control his intense feelings.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
The man's rhythm quickened, his movements became more powerful, and the pleasure in his lower body intensified dramatically, quickly reaching the
point of no return, ejaculation.
As if to achieve maximum pleasure, he thrust downwards forcefully, the first spurt of hot fluid shooting
deep into Zhao Lan's body. Then came a series of rapid thrusts, releasing his semen with each stroke, the intense pleasure
stimulating his entire body, bringing him to a peak of ecstasy.
Zhuang Jianhai's tense body also seemed to have reached its limit, strong pulses pounding against
his head. He let out a deep breath, his swollen lower body seemingly easing slightly. After his wife
had finished ejaculating, the man slowly suppressed the swelling sensation within him, a weight lifted from his heart.
He exhaled a few breaths, gradually regaining his composure.

Chapter Four.
After the man's final few howls ended, the area behind him suddenly became much quieter. Zhuang Jianhai's surging
lust seemed to subside from its climax, and his tense heart finally relaxed. The thought of his wife
being pinned down and having her ejaculated inside him brought a dizzying, numb feeling that gradually made him lose himself.
"That's it? It's over, isn't it? What's so difficult about that?"
Zhuang Jianhai smiled bitterly to himself. His mind wandered between images of piles of cash and his wife's snow-
white body; between the soft feeling of Yun Hong in his arms at "Xin De Lai" and
the ecstatic pleasure of ejaculating inside her silk panties.
Suddenly, a strong urge to return to "Xin De Lai" surged through his brain. "It's just money, right?
I've made some money now, I'll just spend a little more to play with other people's wives. Damn it, who's profiting?"
His mood instantly lightened. The thought of those silk women's panties immediately caused his lower body
to swell with desire again. He glanced guiltily into the rearview mirror and could only glimpse the man's broad, bare back lying on
top of Zhao Lan, motionless as if dead.
He looked quite robust, but he finished so quickly. Useless. Zhuang Jianhai chuckled contemptuously to himself:
He couldn't even last two hours? He glanced at his watch; it hadn't even been half an
hour. He was glad he'd overcome his psychological hurdle. It was nothing, wasn't it? So simple. No wonder Duan
Husheng drove his wife around picking up customers and charging double. Once you see things clearly, making money is really easy. He
felt a little regretful that he'd only just come to this realization. He used to think he was open-minded, but now it seemed so naive.
Zhao Lan breathed heavily beneath the man. The man's vigorous thrusting had given her a strange excitement.
This was an experience she'd never had before, as if the man's penis had penetrated to
a depth her husband had never reached. The sensation there left her unable to describe whether it was intense pleasure or a strange pain. She believed
it was pain. But this "pain" seemed quite pleasant. She had to clench her teeth to stop
the moans caused by the arousal in her lower body.
The man's penis slowly slid out of her, and the emptiness made her feel incredibly relieved.
She was fully aware that the friction of the man's thick penis inside her had ultimately turned into pleasurable stimulation. But she wished
she didn't have that sexual pleasure. It was too humiliating. A feeling of guilt and shame rose within her, a feeling
more unbearable than the initial direct pain.
It was finally over. But this man wanted to play for two hours. Could he still keep going? Her husband had never
played twice in a row. She often heard other prostitutes say that men who paid by the hour often had sex twice. She really wanted
to see how this man could still get hard. Thinking of this, she found her lower body becoming somewhat aroused.
The man rolled over and lay on his side on top of her. One hand touched her vulva again. Having just recovered
, he started spouting lewd nonsense again, making her incredibly embarrassed: "Ha. It's been so long since I've played with a woman
as . Like a virgin. It's really exciting... How about you? Exciting too, right? You
're really getting wet inside. You're really enjoying it, aren't you? When I come again, I'm going to fuck your ass until it's all out.
Hey, don't waste time, come and clean me up."
Zhao Lan's face flushed red to her ears. Her secret had been revealed to her husband by this man, and she was so
ashamed she wanted to disappear. She had indeed started to ejaculate, but what would her husband think after he said that? Fortunately,
her husband wouldn't turn around and see in the dark, otherwise, seeing her blushing face, he would definitely believe what this man said was true.
She didn't dare to make a sound, quickly sat up, found the place in the car where the handkerchiefs were, took out a damp tissue, and
gently and carefully wiped the man's penis. This was a job she was familiar with, and she did it very well. He lay
there humming comfortably. As she wiped him, his large hand moved up her lower abdomen,
kneading and pinching her breasts, even roughly pulling her nipples outwards. Although it wasn't very painful,
the stimulation made her extremely nervous. That was her most sensitive area; even the slightest touch made her gasp for breath
. But in this situation, she didn't know how to escape this assault, and could only hold her breath, forcibly resisting the
stimulation.
"Ouch...okay, you've wiped enough. Give me a blowjob. Do you know how? You mean put it in your mouth and
suck it. Suck it as hard as you can."
What? Zhao Lan and Zhuang Jianhai in the front row were both shocked.
Zhao Lan hadn't expected such a request on her first day. Actually, she already knew from other girls that
customers often asked them to give blowjobs during full-service sessions. But she still wasn't
mentally . After all, she had never done this before, not even her husband had allowed her to. She truly regretted
not practicing at home. What humiliated her most was doing this right behind her husband's seat. He must
have heard the man's request. What would he think of her giving a blowjob to a customer like this?
But now she had no way to avoid it.
Watching the huge, slowly rising penis swaying before her eyes, glistening wetly under the flickering lights
, she regretted not using an extra tissue to clean it more thoroughly.
Zhuang Jianhai, who had been quite relaxed and calm, suddenly felt his heart tighten again when he heard the man's request to his wife .
His heart began to pound rapidly. He had never asked his wife to perform
oral sex . Seeing her return exhausted from the dance hall every day, he couldn't bear to let her do this kind of "
service" for him. He never imagined that his wife would be taking another man's penis into her mouth. Although many of the women in his business
had given blowjobs to customers, and he was somewhat used to it,
the shock of his wife doing it herself was still very strong. He wondered why he had never thought of this before. Since he
had already decided to have Zhao Lan entertain guests, sooner or later she would be asked to do this kind of thing by the guests.
No. Zhao Lan should refuse to do this. This is too much of a loss. He intuitively felt that this was a loss.
If she wanted to do it, she should at least pay more. Yes. At least she could bargain with him. He often heard that some girls asked guests
to pay more for such special requests. He didn't know how to prompt his wife, so he coughed three times in a row, hoping that
she would understand.
But Zhao Lan didn't react at all. She just sat there silently, seemingly at a loss.
Zhuang Jianhai was anxious, but could only cough twice more. He knew that Zhao Lan was too honest. In Shanghai, being honest
meant being taken advantage of. This was common knowledge that everyone knew.
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The Shandong man lay down for a while and found that Zhao Lan was not moving, and he was also a little unhappy.
"What's wrong? Didn't we agree on four hundred for the whole thing? Hurry up and take it in. You've never done
this before? Then learn! Use me as an experiment. Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"Four hundred?" Zhuang Jianhai's heart skipped a beat. This time, it was a beat of surprise. Four hundred? Two
hours? Plus the car rental fee and mileage fee, it wouldn't even be more than six hundred in total? Earning more than six hundred in two hours? That's a great deal.
He was overjoyed. He never expected that his usually seemingly weak wife could negotiate such a good price
.
Sigh, if I'd known it was this easy to make money, I should have let Zhao Lan do it a long time ago. The resentment I felt earlier vanished. Damn,
over six hundred yuan, that's enough to make Yun Hong masturbate five or six times with her underwear.
Just thinking about Yun Hong's fragrant body made him feel lightheaded.
Zhao Lan knelt up, bent her head, and slowly approached the man's somewhat shrunken penis. She knew she
couldn't refuse someone's money, but her instinctive aversion was too strong. Besides, she really didn't know how to give a blowjob
. She only knew to put it in her mouth. She had no choice but to try. The moment her lips touched his glans, an
indescribable sensation washed over her, startling her so much that she immediately pulled away, as if fleeing a monster chasing her
.
Seeing that the glans was still glowing and not particularly frightening, she felt a little relieved and brought her head closer again.
This time, she opened her mouth and enveloped the upper part of the glans, gently taking it in without daring to move. This action, however
, caused the man to tremble. He excitedly wiggled his thigh, thrusting his penis upwards, wanting
her to take it in more.
Her lips slowly adapted to the soft feel of his shaft, and her initial aversion lessened.
Her clumsy movements only aroused the man's delight. He grabbed her dangling breasts with one hand,
kneading and playing with them while humming and laughing as he lay there enjoying the warm sensation of his penis in her mouth.
"Good...like that. Yes...lick it again with your tongue, lick it more. Right. You can take it in deeper slowly
...ah..."
Commanded and instructed by the man, Zhao Lan knew that she had truly become a
prostitute, using every part of her body to serve men. The bitterness in her heart was indescribable.
She began to suck on his glans, her tongue clumsily licking it, trying her best to follow his instructions
. Her attention was entirely focused on her mouth, and the stimulation from the attack on her breasts was less intense. She
sucked on his penis even more diligently. Soon she discovered that his penis had miraculously become erect. She was secretly
delighted. With a little more effort, he might be able to lick it to its maximum extent and complete the task. She opened her mouth wider, taking the penis into
her mouth . For some reason, every movement of hers excited him immensely. He happily kneaded her breasts and smooth
back, the continuous warm and itchy sensation from his penis completely immersing him in an extremely comfortable intoxication
.
Zhuang Jianhai drove as if in a dream, his mind constantly flashing images of the changing red and swollen bodies
of Zhao Lan. The two of them were so similar.
The loud noise of the Shandong people made him clearly aware of almost every action his wife was performing for this customer.
Images of Zhao Lan performing oral sex on a man kept playing in his mind like a movie, intensely stimulating
every nerve in Zhuang Jianhai's body. Thinking of the more than six hundred yuan he was about to receive, he didn't have much resentment. Since the other party was willing to
pay this money, it was only right for him to get some benefits. However, thinking that this was Zhao Lan providing this service to a customer,
Zhuang Jianhai's body still involuntarily became hot, and his lower body was quite swollen in his pants. He'd had some reaction to seeing prostitutes giving blowjobs to customers before
, but this was the most stimulating thing he'd ever experienced.
He couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror, clearly seeing Zhao Lan's snow-white body with her back to him, kneeling
beside the man's hairy thighs, her head buried in his genitals, moving up and down.
The sight intensely stimulated his senses. The lust that had just subsided
surged violently back into his groin. Seeing his wife kneeling beside another man, bending down to suck
the upper part of his thick penis, her breasts being caressed and played with at will, at such close range,
a surge of , surging through his body.
He gritted his teeth, gripped the steering wheel tightly, silently resisting the aroused desire within him.
Zhao Lan's sucking made the man's penis wet, quickly making him fully erect. She quickly looked up and
spat it out, feeling satisfied, and chuckled at him, saying, "Sir, it's already big."
"Ah, don't spit it out, keep blowing, keep blowing, you're doing a good job, you learn really fast. I'll just ejaculate in your
mouth . Take it in, quick."
Zhao Lan was somewhat dazed. She hadn't expected that giving him oral sex would make him want to ejaculate in her mouth. She regretted
putting in so much effort earlier. There was no way around it. However, perhaps this was better, saving him from having to penetrate her. She already
felt a slight itch in her lower body, and there seemed to be a kind of anticipation of being filled. She was afraid she wouldn't be
able to control . Being aroused to orgasm next to her husband would be too embarrassing. But
would it feel good for a man to ejaculate directly into her mouth? She hesitated and felt helpless.
Just as she was about to turn back and take his penis into her mouth again, he pushed her away slightly, leaned back against
the car wall, and instructed her to kneel on top of him, performing oral sex on him while he freely
fondled her body with his hands. This position inevitably meant her genitals were facing the man's face, which made her feel extremely ashamed
, but she silently complied.
Hearing that this guy was going to ejaculate in his wife's mouth, Zhuang Jianhai felt a surge of inexplicable anger
or lust. Although he was very angry, he was powerless to stop it. His biggest regret was that he had never experienced
oral sex from his wife; otherwise, he would have felt much better taking advantage of her. For some reason, the thought of
his wife having a man's semen in her mouth made his genitals swell even more.
Zhao Lan knelt on the man's chest, her naked body completely at his mercy, every touch
sending waves of intense stimulation through her. This was a feeling she had never experienced before.
Zhuang Jianhai couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror again, catching a glimpse of his wife kneeling on top of the man, giving him a
blowjob while being lewdly played with by him. This sight ignited an unbearable
surge of lust and anger within him. He clearly saw the man's large hands kneading his wife's breasts in a lewd manner, and he also saw his wife
deeply engulfing his penis in her mouth, actively moving her head up and down to serve him.
Zhuang Jianhai felt waves of heat surging uncontrollably throughout his body, his hard penis almost bursting through his trousers.
He couldn't help but grip his penis in his pants, unsure how to
suppress the increasingly powerful lust. He tried to ignore the exciting scenes to come, turning his head to look out the window, focusing on the
beautiful Shanghai nightscape, while his foot involuntarily pressed down on the accelerator, the car
speeding .
Zhao Lan's mouth was wide open, but the man's penis was only halfway in. She stopped gently
sucking and instead accelerated her head movements. She believed it was like masturbation; only rapid, forceful friction
could arouse him.
Her idea was correct. Sure enough, the man couldn't withstand her stimulation and began to breathe heavily. His hands
squeezed her breasts tighter, quickly indicating he was approaching another orgasm.
The sensations in her mouth intensified, and he began to howl loudly. The man's annoying
cries constantly stimulated Zhuang Jianhai's senses, making it increasingly unbearable for him in the front seat.
Zhuang Jianhai couldn't take it anymore.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly with his right hand and pressed his left hand against his groin as if to prevent it from exploding, beginning to rub
and soothe his penis through his pants. He knew that touching himself at this moment was utterly insane. But he could no longer
control his internal reactions. He stared nervously ahead, stimulating his groin faster and faster. His penis
was so hard that he felt he would truly explode if he didn't release it soon.
Suddenly, the man released Zhao Lan's breasts, placing both hands lightly on her moving head, and
began to increase the pressure on her head in accordance with her movements, making a whooshing sound. The man
gradually increased the pressure on Zhao Lan's head, until eventually her head was almost entirely pressed down by the man, his thick penis
deeply inserted into the back of her mouth, reaching her throat. She passively vomited violently, coughing loudly. The
man ignored her discomfort and continued to force her head down into his mouth. He was completely intoxicated
by the intense pleasure from thrusting into her warm, wet mouth, unwilling to let the sensation from her mouth stop or be interrupted.
Zhao Lan's head was now completely under his control, being violently and rapidly thrust up and down on his penis. She
coughed and vomited incessantly under his frantic thrusting, but she couldn't escape.
Zhuang Jianhai, driving in front, heard his wife's reaction, yet he was helplessly driving,
desperately stroking his penis through his pants, his feelings indescribable. He couldn't help but
glance back and saw the man shouting and thrusting wildly into Zhao Lan's mouth. He pressed her head
down harder and faster, then suddenly with a forceful thrust, pressing her head firmly against his crotch and stopping, seemingly
ejaculating his second load of the night, deep into Zhao Lan's mouth. Then everything seemed
to suddenly stop, followed by complete silence, broken only by some indistinct sounds from Zhao Lan's gagged mouth and
the man's increasingly labored breathing.
As they finished, Zhuang Jianhai snapped out of his daze, only then realizing he had exceeded
the speed limit and was approaching a red light. He immediately slammed on the brakes, bringing the car back to his senses. A cold sweat
pulled him back to reality; although his lower body was still swollen and hot, the burgeoning lust within him had finally subsided.
He let out a deep breath, his pounding heart slowly calming down.
Zhao Lan, under the man's frantic pressure, could barely breathe, and he only released her
head a while after he ejaculated. Streams of thick semen shot directly into the depths of her mouth, leaving her utterly confused and disheveled. Once free, she
immediately turned and grabbed a tissue, spitting out the mouthful of semen. However, she had already
swallowed . She gasped for breath for a long time before recovering.
The Shandong man started spouting nonsense again: "Ah, really good. You did so well on your first time, you
have real potential. Next time you need to learn to take it deeper. Come on, take it in again and suck it dry. Don't spit that stuff out,
it's all high in protein, nutritious." She silently knelt, turning her head to face
the penis still covered in white semen. She suppressed her disgust and took it back into her mouth, slowly sucking.
Based on her experience masturbating clients, she knew that a man's penis was very sensitive at this time, and too much force would be
uncomfortable. She carefully and gently sucked, lightly licking his penis with her tongue. The erect penis began to
soften and shrink in her mouth, and soon she had sucked away all the fluid.
When she turned her head, he was comfortably leaning back in the car, enjoying her aftercare. Zhao Lan felt a slight sense of relief,
relieved to have ended this oral sex experience she had never done before.
Only an hour had passed, and she didn't know how he would continue. As he pondered how to kill
time, he pushed her away and said, "Hmm, that feels good. You're quite good at it. Keep it in, don't
spit it out. I'm going to sleep for a while, so just keep it in like this. Just like before, don't use too much force."
With that, he lay down, closed his eyes, and started to sleep.
Zhao Lan felt a sense of relief; as long as he kept it in, it was easy. She hoped he would sleep through the hour
. She knelt beside him, assumed a relaxed position, and began to take his soft penis into her mouth.
Zhuang Jianhai's pants were still bulging, but his burning desire had gradually subsided, and he could now
drive with peace of mind.
The towering Oriental Pearl Tower moved across the night sky outside the window, and his mood gradually lifted. After all, this
was the first time he had encountered such a good deal. Thinking of the six hundred yuan he would earn, his wife's first experience with prostitution no longer held
any psychological shadow for him. Hearing this man say he wanted to sleep here, he was overjoyed. Considering this man had already
ejaculated twice, it would be strange if he could still play. He guessed the man would sleep until the time was up.
Thinking this, he felt infinitely relieved.
He leisurely drove the car along the empty road.
Zhao Lan remained kneeling there, gently sucking on his penis, barely moving. To her surprise, the man
really did sleep and even started snoring. Zhao Lan carefully sucked on his penis, afraid to move lest
she wake him.
Time passed minute by minute, Zhuang Jianhai drove around on various roads. He specifically chose to take the open, flat main roads.
Keep the car as smooth as possible so the Shandong man can sleep a little longer. Almost an hour and a half has passed. He keeps
checking the time, wishing it would pass faster.
Zhao Lan notices the penis in her mouth has unconsciously hardened and grown larger again. The man's snoring
continues intermittently. Her slightly numb tongue involuntarily moves a few times, licking his shaft. If he
wakes up, will he do it again? Zhao Lan finds her lower body somewhat aroused. After all, with a man's body in her mouth,
it's impossible not to react. She often felt this way when she first started masturbating clients.
Just as Zhao Lan is lost in thought, a large hand suddenly squeezes her breast. She's startled, only to
realize he's awake, enjoying her mouth while fondling her body.
He slowly caresses her for a while, then presses her head down. Zhao Lan understands he wants her to start
sucking harder.
She shifted her slightly numb body, taking his penis deeper into her mouth and beginning to lick and stimulate his genitals more vigorously
. Sure enough, he quickly became aroused under her ministrations, and she could feel the penis in her mouth growing larger. His
hand touched her genitals, his fingers slowly probing into her already wet vagina.
Zhao Lan tried her best to control the intense stimulation from his fingers below, continuing to concentrate on sucking the penis in her mouth.
But her body began to react uncontrollably, producing a considerable amount of vaginal discharge.
The penis in Zhao Lan's mouth became erect again. The man began to groan with excitement.
He pushed her head away, pulled her up, and instructed her to straddle his lower abdomen. She
looked at , not understanding what he was doing. He pinched her breasts while lifting her buttocks with his hand, saying
, "You really don't know how? Come on, sit on top of me. Yes, sit on me. Then move up and down. Slowly at first, yes.
Yes. Do it like that."
Zhao Lan was confused. She had never tried making love this way before. However, she quickly mastered the movements,
following his instructions, facing him, straddling his genitals, carefully holding his penis with one hand,
aligning her vulva, and slowly sitting down. A huge penis entered her body at this angle, and she couldn't
help but tremble.
This was so stimulating. She sat on the man's penis, inserting the glans into her already wet body, and
a strong stimulation immediately spread throughout her body. She had never experienced such a
strange feeling from a woman-initiated sexual intercourse before, and the aroused sexual desire drove her to actively penetrate deeper in order to obtain greater pleasure.
Zhao Lan unconsciously let out a deep moan, "Ah..." She was immediately filled with shame at her own inappropriate
moans, silently praying that the roar of the car would drown them out, while biting her
lip hard.
Zhuang Jianhai was shocked to hear the man behind her begin his assault on his wife's body again, seemingly intending
to do it three times in a row. He inwardly sympathized with Zhao Lan. He had never seen
anyone achieve a third erection in such a short time. It was truly difficult for Zhao Lan to encounter such a sexually aroused man on her first client.
Zhao Lan's soft moan annoyed Zhuang Jianhai. It was the kind of
moan only extremely wanton prostitutes made; he was all too familiar with that sound. He knew many prostitutes would feign this kind of arousal sound that he usually found most annoying . He found it hard to believe that his wife would be so artificial, mimicking the sounds of sexual climax
on her first client . But Zhao Lan's voice was so clear that he couldn't deny it. Could she really still feel sexual pleasure at this moment ? Zhuang Jianhai felt a pang of bitterness and discomfort; his hands, gripping the steering wheel, began to sweat. Zhao Lan rhythmically moved her body up and down, controlling the angle to allow the man's penis to thrust straight in and out of her vagina, her entire body driven and controlled by the surging lust within her. Suddenly, Zhao Lan felt a pair of large hands forcefully grasp her breasts, the intense stimulation from above and below making her unable to hold back any longer. Through her clenched teeth , a whimper, almost a cry, escaped from deep within her throat. The man's large hands wantonly fondled and kneaded Zhao Lan's breasts, waves of intense stimulation washing over her entire body. As if possessed, she began to quicken her movements, rubbing her vulva vigorously against the man's penis to intensify the pleasure within her. A woman's sense of shame had been unknowingly cast to the winds. The violently shaking man and woman in the carriage created a scene of frenzy. Zhuang Jianhai's feet began to press down involuntarily, clearly sensing the lewd atmosphere behind him. He couldn't resist glancing back in the rearview mirror again. The intense scene that greeted him instantly ignited his blood : Zhao Lan, her eyes slightly open and mouth tightly shut in a state of ecstasy, leaned forward, her naked body thrusting violently against the man's , her breasts contorted with each movement under the grasp of large, dark hands. He could no longer comprehend that his usually conservative and composed wife would be so wantonly and actively making love with a stranger right beside him . Although he was used to such scenes, witnessing his wife's wantonness for the first time filled him with an indescribable, intense feeling. His blood surged uncontrollably through his body, and his penis, which had just softened, immediately became erect again. Zhuang Jianhai tried his best to suppress the turmoil within him, desperately trying not to recall the lewd scene in the back of the car. But he could no longer fully control his body's reaction; his lust was rising fiercely within him. His left hand reached down again, rubbing his erect penis through his pants, trying to quell the rising desire. Zhao Lan's body grew hotter and hotter, leaning forward until her chin almost touched the Shandong man's chest. She had never experienced sex so actively controlled. She twisted her hips, feeling the stimulation in her lower body grow stronger with her controlled movements. Gradually, she was completely immersed in waves of intense pleasure , forgetting all her worries about whether her husband in the front seat could hear her moans. Zhao Lan was completely lost in the waves of sexual pleasure. The Shandong man leaned back in the car, kneading Zhao Lan's breasts while enjoying the sensation of his penis inside her vagina.

The stimulation intensified with each thrust. Watching the woman before him, lost in ecstasy, striving to please him,
filled him with immense joy. Amidst her moans, he uttered incoherent babbling: "Aww...aww...so good. Aww
...again...aww...fuck, aww...it's fucking amazing, aww...come on...fuck...so...aww...squeeze me...aww..."
Zhao Lan, too, began to moan uncontrollably, completely forgetting that she was in her husband's car,
passionately making love to another man.
The car's speed increased imperceptibly.
Hearing his wife's increasingly loud moans, Zhuang Jianhai's mind went blank. He felt his heart
pounding as if under immense pressure, like an invisible mountain pressing down on him. Had his wife already begun
to enjoy such lewd and crude sexual pleasure with this man so quickly?
At this moment, the Shandong man suddenly shoved Zhao Lan away, instructing her to lie face down on all fours facing the front of the car. Then, he
spread her legs from behind and thrust his erect penis deep into her wet
vagina from behind.
Zhao Lan was aroused by the sudden stimulation from behind and cried out.
She couldn't withstand such intense sexual stimulation; her libido was instantly aroused to its peak, and her vagina
immediately secreted copious amounts of vaginal fluid. But this was only the beginning. With the man's subsequent frenzied thrusting,
waves of heat washed over her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm with each thrust.
Zhao Lan was completely frenzied. She had never experienced such a sustained and intense orgasm. This man's thick,
large penis reached deep into her body, far beyond what Zhuang Jianhai had ever penetrated. Accompanied by her screams,
her vagina tightly gripped the man's penis and began to spasm continuously.
The Shandong man grew increasingly aroused, gripping Zhao Lan's snow-white buttocks tightly and thrusting forcefully. His penis, already ejaculated
twice , pounded faster and harder into Zhao Lan's tight vagina.
Zhao Lan's moans made Zhuang Jianhai unable to sit still any longer. It was an expression she rarely displayed even during orgasm.
He couldn't tell if it was anger, jealousy, or the intense stimulation of the scene that aroused his primal desire. His
hand rubbed his erect penis faster and faster outside his pants, a burning sensation filling his entire body. He
simply couldn't accept that Zhao Lan was reaching such a strong sexual climax under another man's thrusting. Even prostitutes rarely
experience such pleasure while selling themselves. But Zhao Lan was undoubtedly at the peak of her orgasm.
A jumble of images began to flash through Zhuang Jianhai's mind, Yun Hong's bare breasts and Zhao Lan's body alternating in his thoughts
, his lower body gradually feeling the intoxicating stimulation of being wrapped in silk women's underwear under the friction of his fingers.
He glanced at the rearview mirror again, and the scene that greeted him shocked him once more: Zhao Lan
was sprawled in the car like a dog, being violently thrust into from behind by a man, her body swaying back and forth.
The lust burning within Zhuang Jianhai intensified under the stimulation of this intense scene; he simply couldn't imagine his wife
making love with a man in such a lewd manner.
He unconsciously quickened the movements of his left hand between his legs, gripped the steering wheel tightly with his right,
and pressed harder on the accelerator, causing the car to accelerate sharply, as if seeking an outlet for his burning desire.
The Shandong man reached his climax once more, a series of ejaculations shooting
deep . His open mouth only emitted heavy breathing sounds as he closed his eyes, entering a
state of blissful ecstasy.
Zhao Lan's eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks flushed, her throat hoarse and unable to utter a sound.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, floating in a continuous stream of orgasms. This blissful feeling was something she had never experienced before
.
Zhuang Jianhai's left hand moved faster and faster, and the car's speed increased accordingly. Just as the man
was still ejaculating inside Zhao Lan, he gritted his teeth and forcefully sprayed his thick semen into his
underwear. Zhao Lan seemed to be in a dream, her body trembling slightly in the speeding car, reaching the peak of
her orgasm at this moment . The Shandong man closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his penis still deeply inserted into Zhao Lan's vagina, enjoying the prolonged ecstasy of his third ejaculation of the night . Zhuang Jianhai also entered the extremely comfortable feeling after his orgasm, reliving the most blissful moment from that night in the "New Delai" . The car's speed also reached its peak at this moment. Zhuang Jianhai carefully checked the money the Shandong man had given him, one bill at a time, under the streetlight. Confirming there was nothing wrong with it, he calmly said goodbye. His inner turmoil remained completely hidden. Zhao Lan continued to silently wipe her genitals with a tissue in the carriage, beads of sweat glistening on her fair skin in the dim light. Zhuang Jianhai watched the Shandong man leave, murmuring to his retreating figure, "You just asked him for some money for your return trip." The distant neon lights illuminated the silhouette of Shanghai in the night.

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