My first time doing business

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I personally think "stud" is a more fitting term! Indeed, we're like stallions that breed with mares, constantly using our strong bodies and large penises to mate with countless female clients of all kinds who come here for pleasure. Regardless of age, beauty, or ugliness, we serve them with utmost enthusiasm and satisfaction. I'd

always heard people say that being a male prostitute is a win-win situation—you can have sex, get thrills, and make money. This was my belief before I became one. But after becoming one myself, I realized that being a male prostitute is infinitely more difficult than being a female prostitute!

In this world, you can find prostitutes everywhere; if you have money, you can have a whole bunch—fat, thin, beautiful, ugly—anything you want. But if you want to find a male prostitute, you need connections! Only by entering this circle can you understand the joys and sorrows of these male prostitutes.

There are far more males than females in this world, and due to physiological reasons, male prostitutes usually earn many times more than female prostitutes, because men are always the ones "giving," while women are always the ones "absorbing"! A good male prostitute ejaculates more "high-protein" every day than a normal man does in half a month. If you feel you don't have that ability, then I advise you not to become a male prostitute! Of course, if you don't have exceptional abilities, the owner of the male prostitute club won't choose you.

I graduated from a prestigious university. Back then, when I was confidently discussing things in school, I never dreamed that one day I would become a plaything for wealthy women to amuse themselves!

Life is unpredictable. After experiencing all these years of ups and downs, I have an urgent desire to pour out all the joys and sorrows I've had over the years, so that men who haven't become male prostitutes but really want to can understand... At the intersection of West Street, there's a bar called "Stranger," where most of the customers are unemployed actors and white-collar workers on their way off work.

The bar is dimly lit, mostly gray and black, with unusually soothing music. If you walk in when you're feeling down, you'll suddenly feel like this place was made just for you. You'll realize there are so many other unlucky people in the world like you, and your mood will instantly improve.

That's probably why I love coming to this bar. Honestly, after graduating from university, I came alone to this city, known as a paradise for entrepreneurs, hoping to make something of myself with my talents. But success is always a minority, and I've become nothing more than a stepping stone for them.

My confidence and courage have been completely shattered. All I can do is willingly be trampled underfoot, swallowing my pride and working for the successful like a walking corpse. My only joy each day is coming to this bar, sitting down, and having a couple of beers.

Today, as usual, I walked into the bar after work, sat down at the somewhat rugged bar counter, put my feet up on the shiny footrests, and gently placed my hands on the bar.

"Hey, Lot, give me a beer." I know all the bartenders here.

"Brother Rong, you're here!" Rod would always greet me politely with this.

He was quick, and the beer was immediately pushed in front of me. I picked it up and took a small sip, habitually glancing at the crowd in the bar. Many lone people were killing time here, holding their drinks and staring blankly at others or their distorted reflections in the mirror across the bar. At times like these, I felt much better, because there were still many lonely and desolate people in this world like me.

Suddenly, a woman two stools to my left caught my attention, because I noticed she kept glancing in my direction. She wore an ankle-length mink coat and a matching Spanish wide-brimmed hat—a rare sight for customers here! I wondered how many minks must have been killed to make that coat.

I scrutinized the woman in the mirror: her crocodile skin handbag, solid gold Don-Hill lighter, gold-filtered cigarettes, diamond ring, and diamond necklace all indicated that she was an extremely wealthy woman. Her long fingernails told me she wasn't young, and her face was mostly obscured by a wide-brimmed hat and oversized sunglasses, making it difficult to discern her features.

As I was guessing her age, she suddenly pulled out a bill, placed it on the bar, fastened her purse, and walked towards me.

A sudden panic gripped me; I had a premonition: she was here for me!

"Five hundred," she said, her voice a little rough.

"What?" I stared at her in surprise. So blunt!

"Five hundred," she patiently repeated, "five hundred dollars." I was bewildered. What was going on? Was she a washed-up prostitute selling her aging body?

"I'm honored!" I said with a smile. "Do I look like someone who can afford five hundred dollars?" "Idiot," she said, "Do I look like a woman who needs five hundred dollars?" I froze again. "You…you want to pay five hundred dollars?" My voice trembled; even I couldn't believe the nonsense I was spouting.

She actually nodded: "Are you willing or not?"

For the rest of my life, I've wondered why I agreed without hesitation.

"Where?" I said, trembling.

"To your place." Her deep gaze left me no choice but to look away.

I was momentarily at a loss: "I...I need to make a call..." "Go ahead," she said, "I'll wait for you." I walked to the corner, picked up the public phone, "Hello, Wu Shen? This is Yun Rong. Could you please give up your room right away?" My voice sounded a little guilty.

"What? Rong, I don't understand?" Wu Shen asked.

"I need an hour, right now! I can't explain it now, I'll tell you later!" I was getting annoyed by his habit of asking so many questions.

"What's wrong with you today? Okay, if it's really that important..." Wu Shen said unhappily.

"Also," I said, "could you go to the 'Grand Canyon' at six o'clock to wait for Yu'er? I've arranged to have dinner with her there." "What? What's the rush? You're even neglecting Yu'er?" Wu Shen asked, somewhat surprised.

"I...I'll explain later. I'll meet you there at 6:30 or a little later. Late-night snacks are on me!" "What the hell are you doing? Okay, I'll help you!" Wu Shen said with a laugh.

Wu Shen is my roommate and a good friend. I knew he would definitely go because he had a crush on Yu'er. Did he think I didn't know?

Back at the bar, the woman had finished my beer and was eating olives and strawberries. When she saw me come back, she said, "Let's go." She turned and walked ahead.

I took out my meager savings to pay the bill and quickly followed her. I muttered to myself, "Why am I so obedient? I'm such a jerk!" We only spoke twice in the taxi. As we approached my house, I couldn't help but ask her, "What were you doing at 'Strangers'?" Even though my question seemed somewhat redundant.

"Inspecting."

"Why me?" I couldn't help but ask again.

"You look very clean," she said casually without turning her head.

Clean? What did she take me for?

The car quickly arrived at the building where Wu Shen and I shared an apartment. Although the building was old, it was near the sea, and the air was very fresh.

"Not bad," she said, getting out of the car and looking around.

I wondered, would she still say that after seeing the apartment? We climbed three flights of stairs to reach our door. Seeing that she was a little out of breath, I smiled and said, "The building is a bit old, there's no elevator." She didn't comment. I wondered what expression was in her eyes behind those big sunglasses. I opened the door and let her in first.

She looked around and said, "God!"

I felt a little embarrassed, but said frankly, "This isn't a good place." "Not a good place?" she said. "This isn't even a place!" My face flushed. But she still took off her hat and coat, carefully placing them on the chair. I thought to myself, "If she doesn't like the place, why doesn't she leave?" She finally took off her sunglasses, and I finally saw her face clearly. She was probably in her forties, not particularly beautiful, but her hairstyle had been carefully styled by a beautician, making her look much better than before, so elegant. I imagined that her body, hidden beneath her brown sweater, had also been nourished by aerobics and skin massage, matching her beautified face.

Her face was smooth, her eyes sharp, her face slightly round, and her full lips exuded the alluring scent of a mature woman. Her reddish-yellow hair cascaded down in waves, framing her slender, rounded neck and broad, full shoulders. Her slightly large breasts stood proudly beneath her sweater, though I knew she must be wearing a bra; otherwise, a woman her age wouldn't have such prominent breasts, even if they were large.

She looked at me calmly and asked casually, "Is it alright?" "Fine." I knew women loved compliments.

"You have such a sweet tongue," she said, touching my cheek. "Do you have anything to drink?" "Red wine." "Do you have anything better?"

"Actually," I said, "that's the best French red wine I have here." She smiled and said, "Alright then, I'll go take a shower, you prepare the wine." With that, she went into the bathroom.

I hurriedly opened the bottle and poured the wine into a glass. Sitting on the sofa, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, I wondered, "What will her naked body look like?" Suddenly, she called out from the bathroom, "What's your name?" I answered loudly, "My name is Yunrong, you can just call me Arong!" She called again, "Arong, aren't you going to take a shower?" My heart skipped a beat, and I hesitated before saying, "Now?"

She laughed from inside, "Of course, are you shy?"

I didn't say anything more; I answered her with my actions. I quickly stripped off my clothes, and at the same time, I found that my penis had unwittingly become erect, hard as a steel rod. Despite this unsightly state, I bravely went into the bathroom. I didn't want her to think of me as a naive young man with no sexual experience.

The bathroom was filled with steam, but I could still clearly see the mature, full, smooth, and white body under the showerhead. She saw me enter and faced me confidently, her hands washing her two large, white breasts. Her breasts slid up and down and side to side in her hands like two big white rabbits. Although not as high as when she first started wearing a bra, they were much fuller than I had imagined.

As I expected, she was a regular aerobic dancer; she maintained a great figure, with little excess fat around her waist. Her hips formed an exaggerated arc from her waist down, like a gourd, full of flesh. A small tummy protruded slightly, a curve typical of mature women. Her thighs were white and firm, and a neat, inverted triangular patch of pubic hair grew on her full mons pubis, clearly carefully trimmed.

"Come in, what are you staring at?" she said, laughing as my eyes scanned her body.

I blushed and entered the bath, standing very close to her. Her large breasts were almost touching me, and my erect penis nearly pressed against her belly. Faced with her beautiful body, I felt even more at a loss.

Her eyes glanced at my large, erect penis, and she smiled as she handed me the soap. "You help me lather up." Trembling, I took the soap and began lathering her neck. As I lathered her large breasts, I was captivated by their heavy, soft flesh. My hands slid and caressed those two mounds of smooth, soft fat, a sensation I had never experienced before.

"Are you just constantly lathering my breasts?" she had to remind me.

"Oh…sorry, I…" I snapped out of my reverie and immediately moved to her protruding belly, where soft fat also accumulated, and my hands and the soap felt incredibly sensual. This gave me a stimulation completely different from that of a young girl.

"Is my belly a little big?" she asked suddenly, looking down at my hands lathering her belly.

"No...no, I like it!" I rubbed and massaged it more vigorously, as if caressing a fine antique.

"Even if you like it, you shouldn't keep rubbing it on. There are many other places on my body that need you to soap them up," she said with a half-smile.

Good heavens, I should be ashamed of my shallow behavior, but everything about her mature body was so beautiful. I quickly rubbed it on her large buttocks and thighs. Her buttocks were not only large but also very firm, with a tight cleft. If you didn't spread her buttocks apart, you wouldn't be able to see her anus. I didn't spread her buttocks apart to soap her anus because I wasn't sure if she would allow it.

She seemed to sense my hesitation. "Help me wash down there carefully with soap too, okay?" Her voice was half-commanding.

My hands began to rub her buttocks and mons pubis. The triangular pubic hair became very soft after being soaped. With one hand, I smeared soap along her mons pubis to her labia majora; with the other, I slipped my fingers between her buttocks and smeared soap suds on her warm anus.

"Mmm..." she groaned, "Yes... wash me carefully... put your fingers in and wash..." Her plump, white thighs involuntarily parted, and her lower body throbbed uncontrollably.

I obeyed as if bewitched, inserting the middle finger of one hand along her labia majora into her vagina, and the middle finger of the other hand into her warm anus.

"Oh... yes... clean me up like this..." her slightly rough voice carried a strong sense of sensuality, her full buttocks trembling with the insertion of my fingers.

I felt as if both my middle fingers were entering two incredibly hot holes, and that wonderful sensation made me obsessively explore those holes with my fingers.

I had never done this to a woman before, but today I did it to a middle-aged lady I had just met. I kept moving my fingers in and out of her anus and vagina until she told me to stop, and I felt like the male protagonist in a Japanese adult film.

"Okay, now it's my turn to wash you." As I pulled my two middle fingers out of her anus and vagina, she squatted down, brought her face close to my genitals, and grasped my penis with her soft hand, stroking it as she said, "Not bad, you have a very big cock!" The fact that such vulgar words came from her noble mouth surprised me, but the novel stimulation was even stronger; my penis swelled and hardened even more in her hands.

"Good! Well done!" She also felt the change in my penis, saying with satisfaction, and began to wash it with soap. Her eyes were so close to my penis that they would almost touch my red glans. It was

the first time I had allowed a middle-aged woman whose name I didn't even know to wash my genitals so carefully, which felt particularly absurd and astonishing. I felt ashamed of my sudden descent into such depravity, yet I couldn't resist.

She quickly cleaned my penis, playing with it as she washed it, then stood up and said in her slightly rough but very magnetic voice, "Now carry me to the bed." Although her tone still carried a commanding tone, I carried her voluptuous body out of the bathroom like an obedient soldier.

"Okay," she said, immediately assuming a very alluring half-sitting, half-reclining position after I placed her on the bed. "Now let me introduce myself. My English name is Karin. And yours?" "Yunrong, I don't have an English name." I handed her the prepared red wine.

She nodded. "Yunrong? That's a nice name too." She looked at me as if admiring a lovely piece of jewelry. I felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and could only take a couple of big gulps of red wine.

She quickly finished her drink, placed the glass on the bedside table, then caressed her breasts with one hand and reached between her legs to stroke the soft pubic hair with the other. Her legs were spread wide, revealing her ripe, purple garden.

"I want it done!" she commanded.

I nodded, got into bed, and pulled her into my arms, stroking her plump vulva. I knew that in front of her, I had no dignity whatsoever, I was utterly worthless.

Her vulva was thick and juicy; she began to moan as I gently stroked it. She was a woman with a very strong sex drive; I hoped she wasn't a sadist. The feeling of being a "gigolo" for the first time made my body tremble. As she enjoyed herself, she reached down to my inner thighs, skillfully stroking my penis, quickly arousing me to the point of unbearable lust. I immediately pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs, aimed my penis at the opening of her purplish-red labia, and thrust it in without hesitation.

She writhed wildly, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly, and cried out roughly, "Oh...good, faster...yes, that's it! Thrust harder..." Her vagina was hot, slippery, and deep, making my penis involuntarily thrust harder. Many times, I felt the head of my penis pressing heavily against her cervix.

Every time my glans pounded against her sensitive cervix, she would let out a muffled groan, then gasp and beg for more.

After a few minutes, she suddenly said urgently, "My turn...you're on the bottom, I'll be on top." I rolled over with her, and she lay on top of me, immediately bouncing up and down like a female rider. Her two full breasts swayed with her movements, like two large balls of flesh.

Just as she cried out urgently, I felt a powerful force within me. My limbs were no longer under my control. My legs kicked off the bed, and my penis thrust upwards with great force, the movements becoming more and more violent. I held her tightly with both hands, wishing I could knead her into a ball. She stopped crying out and returned my embrace with a tight hug. With my vigorous thrusts, my semen powerfully spurted into the cervix deep inside her vagina.

I felt an extreme pleasure, a sensation I only experienced after a long period without contact with a woman. I thought she would be angry; these few minutes of intercourse must have disappointed her. But to my surprise, she said, "Your thing is alright, it's just that your technique and experience are lacking. You're a quick shooter. With a little training, you'll definitely become a master in bed." She spoke bluntly, without any shyness, which made me a little embarrassed.

"Is this your first time?" She stared at me with wide eyes.

"What do you mean?" I wondered, did she think I was still a virgin?

"I mean, is this your first time doing this?"

"Yes," I countered, "Do you do this often?" "What?" She took two cigarettes from the pack on the bedside table, handed me one, and put the other in her mouth.

I immediately grabbed a lighter and lit it for her, saying, "I mean—picking up strange men at bars." She took a deep drag of her cigarette, smiling at me. "When I'm in a good mood," she readily replied. "What, you think there's something wrong with it?" "Of course not. I mean… don't you think it's dangerous?" "It's part of the fun—how can you have fun without taking risks? Listen, young man, it's a popular new game. There are more and more women like me who don't want any commitments. As long as they have money, women can have fun too. How many women used to do that?" "That makes sense!" I said thoughtfully. "I'm glad you chose me." "What do you think about making love with a woman my age?" she asked.

"You have great charisma, you're more attractive than any woman I know! I feel wonderful with you!" I said sincerely.

She giggled, hugged me, kissed my cheek, then grabbed her clothes and purse and went into the bathroom.

I quickly dressed, went to the living room, and searched her coat pockets. There was nothing inside, only a novel. Her initials, K.L., were embroidered on the collar of her coat, and the tag read "Ovira," a women's clothing store. I was taken aback; I knew that place—everything there was outrageously expensive.

She handed me some bills after coming out of the bathroom, which I stuffed into my pocket without even glancing at them—a sight that shattered my pride.

"How can I contact you, Yunrong?" she asked as I helped her put on her mink coat.

I gave her my phone number. "I'll call you a taxi," I said, and she kissed me again. I walked out with her, without even putting on a coat.

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