[Hair Salon Owner]

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Shenzhen is a well-known "city of sex," and opinions about it vary widely, depending on individual

experiences and financial situation. Reflecting on

my time in this city is a complex and indescribable experience. Like many men in Shenzhen, I was constantly

immersed in its sensual atmosphere, enjoying its pleasures day and night. Although I wasn't a boss, my income

was enough my

years in Shenzhen, what I remember most vividly isn't the glitz and glamour of nightclubs or the debauchery of saunas,

but rather a chance encounter with a hair salon owner. It might sound funny, even silly, but I'll

share it with you fellow sex enthusiasts.

It was a weekend after last year's National Day holiday. After days of travel, I slept soundly in my dorm, and

as darkness fell, I ventured out alone to find dinner. After a satisfying meal, I started thinking about what to do that evening

. After some deliberation, I decided to go to a hair salon for a shampoo first before making any other plans.

I strolled over to my usual salon nearby, only to find it completely changed. The facilities were the same, but

I didn't recognize a single person. Even the friendly, buddy-like owner from Northeast China had become a

rather glamorous and charming female owner. It was too embarrassing to leave, so

I reluctantly sat down in the chair she had prepared for me, my eyes darting around. I saw her attending to the shampoo girls

while pouring me water, saying, "Are you a regular customer here, boss?"

I nodded. "Yes." "How come everything's changed in just a few days?"

she asked. "Yes, yes," she replied. "My husband just took over this place the day before yesterday, tidied it up yesterday,

and opened today.

" I said, "Where's the old owner from Northeast China?"

She replied, "I heard that some of his buddies got into trouble in Dongguan dealing drugs. After they fled

, they asked a friend to sell this place. The prices are reasonable, and there are many regular customers, so business has always been good. Please come again in the future, boss."

The girl started washing my hair. I sat there absentmindedly, still thinking about the time I spent here.

This shop wasn't big. There were three seats in the main hall, usually one for a haircut and two for a shampoo. There were also two nice, enclosed massage rooms

in the back . There were usually about five girls. The small boss from Northeast China rarely came

. If he did, he would just make a quick appearance and then disappear. The shop was run by a girl from Jiangxi. She was the one who washed my hair

the most . Of course, we had done all sorts of things together more than once. I remember every time I came

, she would ask, "Are you busy?" If I said I was busy, she would wash my hair herself; if I said I wasn't busy, she would say, "

We have a new girl here. Would you like to try her skills?" After saying that, she would pull the new girl over for me to see. If I

approved , she would whisper something in the girl's ear and then walk away. The so-called "trying out my skills" was just a way to let

me experience something new. In Shenzhen, "hair salon" is another name for a brothel, where the initial sexual transactions are usually completed.

What should I do in this unfamiliar environment today? Can things be the same as before?

In the mirror, I saw the woman washing my hair very carefully and diligently. She wasn't very old, maybe 20 at most, with

a childlike face. Maybe she was new to this line of work and inexperienced, or maybe for some other reason, but I didn't have a good

impression . There were no other customers in the shop; the other women were watching TV. I couldn't see

the female boss in the mirror, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her watching me. I glanced at her a few times and then felt embarrassed to look again, but I

could feel her still watching me.

While rinsing, the woman asked me: "Want a massage?"

I asked knowingly: "Will you do that for me? How's your technique?"

She smiled shyly: "Why don't you try it and you'll know?"

I asked again: "Here?"

She said: "Massage is here, full-body massage can be done upstairs in the back."

I said: "Then let's go upstairs.

" As I said that, I laughed to myself, how come everything is the same as before? Even the questioning was the same.

Actually, there are rules for sex work in Shenzhen, even if it's done through hair salons.

The price for a regular massage (called "bone loosening" in Guangdong) varies greatly per hour, generally ranging from 25 to 50 yuan. A simple massage costs 25 yuan per hour;

the woman will massage you a few times through your clothes, and you can massage her a few times in return, without direct sexual contact. The so-called "health care" refers to

masturbation or intercourse in the hair salon. Masturbation costs an extra hour, which is 50 yuan, while intercourse costs

an extra hour and 100 yuan or more. A full-body massage takes you to a special area prepared for "sex workers" in the hair salon; the conditions

are good, with showers, oral sex, and other services, and the price is generally 250 yuan or more. I feel that

sex work in hair salons is the safest and most cost-effective option.

After drying our hair, the female owner led us upstairs in the back. I already knew this place well,

but I didn't expect that the female owner had not only taken over the shop but also the rooms specifically for intercourse.

Upon entering the room, I assumed the female owner would leave, but she said, "We've just opened, and we're not

familiar with . For safety, I'll watch TV in a small room. You can just do what you want, sorry." She then handed the woman

a condom and went to watch TV. I thought, "I'm already here, why worry so much? If you want, we

can all do it together.

" I hadn't had any release for half a month because of a project. Although the woman wasn't particularly beautiful, she was young

and full of energy, and even more alluring when naked. An irresistible

urge . Foreplay in the bathroom was inevitable. I squeezed her two already developed but still immature breasts

and whispered, "How long have you been doing this?" She smiled but didn't answer. I asked again, "How does it feel?" She smiled but didn't answer again. I

began to caress her genitals. A few sparse blond hairs covered her mons pubis, almost obscuring her labia minora;

only a slit remained when touched. Her skin was very white and smooth, glossy and elastic, taut like

ripe fruit, ready to gush at the slightest touch.

It seemed she hadn't been out for long; her body was still intact, not like she'd been brutally ravaged by the artillery

.

In bed, she was passive but cooperative. I kissed her earlobes, breasts, lower abdomen, and mons pubis; she didn't

object, stroking my hair and back with her hands, seemingly a little excited. I

placed her breasts, and she gently rubbed it in return. When I touched her face, she turned her head away. I suggested she give me

oral sex, but she shook her head and refused. When my fingers penetrated her vagina, she reacted, her body beginning to writhe.

She placed her hands on mine, I couldn't tell if she wanted me to go deeper or if she wanted me to stop.

I bent down and parted her labia majora with both hands. Her vaginal opening was pink, and it didn't smell bad. I

wanted to lick it a few times for fun, but then I thought that she was a woman of the night, and I didn't know her background, so it was better to be honest. My

already hard penis was rising, rubbing against her lower abdomen. She sat up and put a condom on me, then obediently

lay back down. I lifted her legs, aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, and inserted it. She instinctively contracted

, let out a soft moan, and closed her eyes. Insertion was smooth, and I could feel that she was already

quite wet even through the condom. I slowly lowered her legs and began to thrust on top of her. Her vagina was very narrow and slippery, and

I could penetrate all the way in each time, especially since the opening was very tight. The head of my penis pressed against her cervix, and the vaginal opening constricted

the base . The feeling of my entire penis inside her vagina was wonderful.

As I thrust, I thought: Deng Xiaoping's policies allowed me to catch a good time, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up

brought me to Shenzhen. Over the years, I've seen and passed by quite a few women—tall, short, fat, thin,

old, young—but why don't I feel this way with any of them? I couldn't help but glance at

her beneath me again. She still had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, emitting soft moans. My thrusts became more intense,

the bed creaking with each movement, clashing with the atmosphere in the room. I paused, wanting to

change positions, but I heard footsteps in the hallway. I knew that in the heat of battle, my

cries and the sounds of the bed would naturally disturb the female boss watching TV. Her days outside must be difficult. I

chuckled inwardly. I deliberately spoke loudly to the woman, "It's been almost twenty minutes and she still hasn't come. Lie down and I'll

enter from behind; that will be faster." The woman glanced at me, then lay down beside the bed as I requested. I stood

beneath the bed, wrapped my arms around her waist, and thrust in forcefully. Then I started massaging her breasts and sensitive areas of her genitals.

Whether it was from pleasure or excessive stimulation, the woman's moans grew louder and her tone changed, from "mmm..."

to "ahhh..." interspersed with words no one could understand.

I don't believe women experience orgasms while working with clients, much less when losing their virginity.

The actions and sounds they make in bed are part of their job, like a pen for writing—

they are their tools. Many articles describing women experiencing orgasms or multiple orgasms while working with clients

are merely the author's imagination or an exaggeration to satisfy their ego. Of course, having sex with a lover or a respectable woman is

a different story.

I persisted, wanting to prolong the time, hoping to have a good business while the salon opened.

Normally I'd give in after half an hour, but today I wanted to go a little longer. I told the woman, "You're tired of lying down

, why don't you lie down?" I also wanted to take this opportunity to give my penis, which had been working continuously for over half an hour, a rest. She

lay flat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, and I remained standing below. This way, I could see her entire body, including her

pubic area, which wasn't yet fully hairy. She was very wet, her pubic hair already damp, and more water

flowed from her vagina as she changed positions, running from her vaginal opening down to her anus. I picked up a tissue from the pillow and wiped her down, and she smiled at me.

The brief pause allowed me to hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom; the female boss was taking a shower. I wondered,

what ? Was she unable to resist and wanted to join in? Or was she masturbating in the bathroom? My concentration wavered, and my penis

went a little soft. But the thought of what it would be like if the female boss joined in made me hard again

. I eagerly thrust into her vagina, but encountered resistance. After wiping away the water, her vaginal

opening was a little dry, and although I went in, it was very uncomfortable. I had to go slowly, and after a few thrusts, it got much better;

there was still . However, her vagina, which had been tight before, was looser than at the beginning. Using my position on the floor, I increased

the force of my thrusts, making my penis jiggle inside her vagina and then plunging it back in. The woman's moans grew louder, the bed

creaked louder, but the bathroom fell silent. When I ejaculated and everything returned to calm, the female boss still hadn't

appeared. I was a little disappointed, but I knew that the sounds of two people moaning together, combined with the creaking of the bed, were enough to ignite any woman's

lust, let alone a woman in the brothel. Today was just the prelude; the real show was yet to come

.

I took the woman and deliberately went to the bathroom naked to shower, only to find the female boss still watching TV in the room. Her

expression was indifferent, though she seemed to have changed her clothes. I gave her a teasing smile, but she ignored me,

turned off the TV, and went to the window to look at the scenery.

It was already dark when I left the brothel; I came out alone, while the two women were still in the room. I abandoned

my plans to play cards with my friends and didn't go back to my dorm, but instead went back to the brothel. By then, some customers had arrived,

and several women were busy, except for one who was sitting idly on the sofa. I went over and sat down next to her. When the woman saw it was

me, she asked with ill intent, "Was it comfortable?"

I said, "So-so, too short, not enough."

She said, "Really? You want to sleep with a few, don't you?"

I said, "How could I? Only oxen die from exhaustion, not plowed land to death."

She laughed, "You're quite the ox, aren't you? There's plenty of land here, who do you want to plow?" I laughed and said

, "The land here is too thin, not enough to plow. Do you have any thicker land?"

She was taken aback, then burst into laughter. I continued, "I think your boss's plot is pretty good, I wonder if I'll be allowed to

plow it?"

She said, "Don't be greedy, you don't want what's in your bowl but want what's in the pot, you men are all so bad."

I continued, "Then I'll plow you." After saying that, I gave her a lewd smile.

Seeing the female boss and the Jiangxi woman return, I stopped talking.

Before I even entered, she greeted me like an old acquaintance, saying, "Boss, you're free today, are you here to

support us?" She then told the woman to quickly pour some water.

I took the water and made room for her on the sofa. I said, "Quite a few customers for the opening."

She said, "May the God of Wealth bless me."

I was about to say something more when another customer was heading to the brothel, and she got up and left.

I turned back and found the woman from Jiangxi, and asked her to sit down. She smiled and sat down with her head down. I asked her, "

How old ?"

She said, "I don't want to talk."

I was a little curious. Thinking about it carefully, yes, from the moment she entered the brothel until I left, and even after I called her over,

she hadn't said a single word. Women are truly incomprehensible.

A little while later, the female boss returned, and I scrutinized her. She was under 30, quite tall, about 1.70

meters, with a slim waist and full breasts, a well-proportioned figure, and apart from her slightly dark skin, she was absolutely beautiful.

To be honest, there are all kinds of girls in the hair salon, as many as you want, but a female boss as stunning as her is truly

rare. The guy who didn't leave after his encounter today was definitely after her. How should I make my move? I was troubled. She has

a husband , and she's still the boss, after all. Based on her behavior in the brothel today, I was certain there was still an opportunity. I

'd take it slow and steady as long as the chance presented itself.

I remember returning home after midnight that day. To avoid disrupting business and

to get closer , I sat by the flowerbed outside the shop, drinking tea and chatting with the female boss. The initial awkwardness disappeared,

and I quickly became familiar with her. Although the conversation was intermittent, I still learned a bit about her.

She's 27 years old, and her son is almost 10. Her family is from Shantou, Guangdong; they're well-off, and she received a good education from a young

age . She's intelligent and bright, considered one of the best in the area. However, while she was still in high school,

she was seduced and became pregnant by a fabric merchant in town. Her family found out too late and hastily married her off

—her current husband. She gave birth to a son before she was even 18. At the time of their marriage, her husband

didn't say much about her not being a virgin, but their relationship became

strained after she gave birth and discovered the child wasn't his. He was always resentful about the child and vowed to settle things with the man sooner or later. At that time, she was

young and naive, and with a child to raise, she endured everything at home, and even her visits to her parents' home were met with hostility.

Desperate, she found the child's biological father, a thin man ten years her senior who was already married, and revealed

the truth about the child.

It should be said that men from Guangdong are quite good. Although his business was still in the early stages of capital accumulation

and he didn't dare to deal with the matter openly, he still took in the child and sent a

considerable sum of money to her family as compensation.

After settling the matter of the child, she returned to her husband's side and became a full-time housewife. Seeing that the troublesome illness was cured and she was still young and beautiful, her

husband stopped pursuing the matter.

They lived a peaceful life together for a few more years without having any more children.

With the rapid development of Shenzhen in those years, her husband came to

Shenzhen with the help of a relative from their hometown and partnered with someone to do timber business. Due to the shrewdness of the Chaoshan people and the high demand in Shenzhen's economy, they quickly

became wealthy. But can a man with money be anything but good? He spent his days drinking, gambling, and whoring, and was almost never home. Four years ago, she

came to Shenzhen with him and began a carefree life as a wealthy woman. Being young and without the burden of children, her mood was

naturally much better. She learned to dress herself up and frequented beauty salons. With her own advantages, she

managed to win over her husband's heart, if not his body. She completely ignored his affairs outside the home. As long as he

came home , she would serve him and satisfy him with the same atoning heart, just like before.

It's said that women from Guangdong are virtuous, and it's certainly true. Not only are their soups exceptional, but

they can even tolerate their husbands' extramarital affairs. This is unimaginable in inland areas; it would cause

a huge scandal, known to everyone.

The result of a man spending so much time in the sex industry is predictable: before he even ages, his penis weakens.

Even if her husband wanted to come home, he lacked the energy. She didn't care, as long as her husband was home. Later, her husband

had to rely on medication to maintain even the simplest sexual relationship, and she didn't say anything. In her mind, she owed him a debt

, and she had to accept it no matter what.

I asked her why she didn't want a child. She said she had considered it, but he was adamant about not wanting one. When I asked

her why, she started to stammer and refused to say anything more.

The real reason was that the memories of the past were indelible in his mind; he considered her dirty.

Every time made love to her, he would look at her and smell her before penetrating her, treating her like a prostitute. He expected her

to moan like a prostitute, pretending to have an orgasm and be very satisfied. Afterwards, she had to eat his semen and lick his penis clean. This was what

she couldn't tolerate but had to do; it was a deep-seated problem for her. Whenever she longed to have

a passionate to fill her loneliness and satisfy her sexual hunger, his actions created an insurmountable psychological barrier, ultimately ending in disappointment and failure. Of course, she only told me

all this after we had become intimate. 　　As I listened to her recount her experiences, my mind was constantly focused on how to get her. Her misfortune was my opportunity. My goal was to make her willingly throw herself into my arms, but the method had to be right to achieve the best results. I tried my best to get close to her, showering her with compliments and sympathy, sometimes even deliberately using provocative language to tease her. She remained calm, never directly responding to my words, a stark contrast to her behavior in the brothel. Now, she seemed like a respectable young woman chatting with a neighbor; the allure had vanished without a trace. I found it unbelievable. I'd heard from older generations that women (including one's own) have two sides; when two or more women are together, they are all chaste, only truly themselves when with one man and one woman. At other times, they are just putting on an act for others. This made sense. 　　Autumn in Shenzhen is the most beautiful, and autumn nights are the most enchanting. A gust of salty sea breeze swept by, carrying a slight chill, which rekindled my lust. After much consideration, I didn't dare directly ask her for sex . Instead, I half-jokingly said I wanted to find another prostitute and asked her to recommend one. 　　She glanced at me and said casually, "Should we change to someone else or call back the original girl from Jiangxi?" 　　I said, "Aren't there any good ones besides her?" 　　She said, "She's the only one I brought. The others were introduced by others or just hired. I don't know them very well. Some of them look like seasoned veterans. Aren't you worried about them being dirty? If the service isn't good, it'll spoil your fun. 　　" Hearing her say that, I started paying attention to the girls in the shop. Generally speaking, the girls were pretty good; their age, looks, and figures were acceptable. Two of them had a bit too much makeup, but I really couldn't find anything else to criticize. 　　To be honest, I'm a typical fickle man. No matter how good a girl is, I'll never use her again. I said with a grin, "Let's change to someone else. The last one was good, but she was a bit too young. It wasn't very satisfying."

I felt a little guilty, and besides, we'd just done it once, so there was no novelty left.

She seemed a bit helpless and got up to go to the shop. I quickly said I didn't want the two heavily made-up girls, anything else was fine.

Watching her leave, I felt a little disappointed. It seemed like today wasn't going to work out. Would I have another chance?

Would she give me a chance? She was a respectable woman despite being in the sex industry. If I could get her on the first meeting,

it wouldn't be very interesting; I might as well go find a prostitute. Today's efforts wouldn't be in vain. Consider it like baiting a fishing

spot; whether I catch a fish or not depends on the fisherman's skill.

After a while, she brought the girl out. I smiled when I saw her closely. It was the one I'd

chatted with for a while after leaving the brothel. I laughed and said, "Be prepared, don't end up killing someone!"

The female boss laughed too and said, "Satisfied?" I said, "She's the one. I really want to try and see how to

kill ."

The female boss pulled me aside and whispered in my ear, "She's from Sichuan, probably not even 18 yet.

She seems honest enough, so take it easy and don't scare her."

I laughed and said, "Don't worry, what woman doesn't like a bold one? If we're not bold, they'll laugh at us men for being impotent!"

Because I was so close to her, I smelled the scent of a mature woman on her, and my lower abdomen

heated up , my blood rushed to my head, and I really wanted to hug her and kiss her. She saw my intention, stepped back, took out

the key to the brothel and handed it to me, saying, "I won't see you out. There are still people there. Wait a while, build some rapport,

and go when a girl comes back." Then she left.

I took the key and asked a girl to sit down and have some tea. She shook her head and said, "Are you really that good?" I said, "

No , I was just kidding. I'm only an amateur, at best a professional. How can I compare

to you professionals?"

She wasn't angry, she laughed: "You're just talking nonsense. Who's a professional?" "What decent girl would willingly do this?

Everyone hates and curses her; she only takes this step because she has no other choice."

I thought to myself, "Only a fool would believe your nonsense." But then again, without you guys,

how would we wolves survive? Seeing the girl return from the brothel, I said, "Let's go, see how good she is in bed." We

went into the room, undressed, and showered—the usual routine. But once we were in bed, she said, "Xiao Ye came back and sat there for ages without

doing anything. She wouldn't respond when I called her. What happened to you guys? Did you ruin her? Several customers requested her, but she said she wasn't

feeling well and wouldn't do it.

" That's when I learned the girl I'd just slept with was named Xiao Ye. I casually asked, "What's your name?" She said, "Just call me

Xiao Hong ."

I touched her pubic area, covered in thick, dark pubic hair, and pointed to her vaginal opening, saying, "Isn't this place

for men to do it? How could it be ruined? Don't pretend it's tight when you're only half-finished." (Sorry, I got so excited I even

used some Northeastern dialect.) To be blunt, don't let your young age fool you. If you piled up all

the penises , it'd be a whole basketful. And you still think you're a virgin? Pretending to be innocent?

I turned her around: "If you don't want to suffer down there, then do more up there." She reluctantly took my still-

soft penis into her mouth and didn't say anything.

To be fair, Xiao Hong's appearance is no less attractive than Xiao Ye's; she's petite. She's about 1.55 meters tall, with

a rounded figure and well-proportioned measurements. Her breasts are large and feel great, but the nipples are protruding and show

signs of long-term sucking, and are a bit dark in color. Her upper body skin is smooth, while her legs are a bit rough with fine body hair—

quite sexy, my type. I know I'm interested in the female boss, not her. Today, she's just a

temporary substitute. Having already used her as a base, her penis is even calmer than mine. I masturbated a few times while showering,

but there was no reaction.

Thinking about the female boss and touching Xiao Hong, my penis involuntarily became hard. Unexpectedly, Xiaohong's oral skills were

very professional. Her hands and mouth worked in perfect coordination, her hands alternating between rubbing the base of my penis and my testicles. The glans

was tightly enveloped by her tongue and saliva, making me feel incredibly comfortable. I asked Xiaohong, "Do you know how to give an oil massage?"

She replied, "Of course. Want to try?"

I said, "Is it an extra service, or do I have to pay extra?"

She said, "It's up to you. If it's good, I'll pay more; if not, it's

fine .

" I decided to try. I adjusted my position, and she brought out the tools. I joked, "If you can push it out, I

won't need to, lest I damage you. But I still want to see what your pussy looks like." After saying that,

I spread her legs and gently rubbed it.

She said, "Forty-year-old men are the hardest to handle, so go easy on me." I said, "It depends on your skill level."

Her oil massage technique was also quite good, quite professional. We chatted as we massaged, exchanging experiences. I didn't intend for

her to push it out; she just wanted to show off, so she wasn't very serious.

She was small, and her genitals were small too; nothing was visible under her pubic hair. I inserted two fingers into her vagina and

felt no lubrication. As I tried to insert another finger, she said, "Don't put any more in

. You've already stretched it too much. How will I get married if you stretch it any further?" I laughed and said, "You've been doing this for quite a while, haven't you ?"

She said, "Can you tell?"

I replied, "Yes. Your oral skills and massage tell me you didn't work in a hair salon before. Hair salons in Shenzhen

generally don't offer oral or massage services. You must have worked in a bathhouse or hotel. I

only asked if you could do massages after I saw your breasts."

She said, "You're right. I started doing this when I was 16. I started in hotels, then changed

places a few times, and finally came to a hair salon. I've made a lot of money these past two years, but not much is left. Brother,

what

asked me what to do, saying, "If I can't get married, I'll just keep doing this." I quickly said, "Stop massaging, let me

enjoy your genitals first."

She got up, took out some pre-prepared lubricant from her bag, smeared it inside her vagina a few times, put on my condom,

and skillfully straddled me. Her vagina was indeed quite loose, just as she had described; before I could even feel the opening

, it was all the way in. As soon as I entered, she started moaning, like a cat in heat, loud and

strange that was hard to tell if it was stimulating or terrifying. I patted her buttocks and said, "Stop moaning, what if you attract wildcats

?"

She completely ignored me, continuing as before, moaning louder and louder, leaving me bewildered. She

thrust vigorously, rising and falling, much more energetically than during a massage. After a while, she probably got tired and leaned down to kiss me.

She said, "Let's change positions."

I had her lie down, lifted her legs, spread them apart, and placed them on my shoulders. I parted her labia with one hand and

thrust my penis in forcefully with the other. I knew she was a seasoned pro, and I felt no mercy towards her; she could handle any

penis. I secretly told myself, "Don't worry about her, just do whatever feels good, treat it like I'm having

sex with a female boss."

Accompanied by her moans, after a burst of intense thrusting, I slowed down. I enjoy watching

my penis enter and exit her vagina, the way it pushes her labia in and out; I enjoy hearing

the squeaking sound of my penis rubbing tightly against the vaginal walls when there's plenty of lubrication. Unfortunately, she was too dry and had too much pubic hair, so I couldn't see

or hear anything, which was a bit of a disappointment. I asked her, "Why isn't there much lubrication inside?"

She said, "I used to be very wet, even the slightest touch would make me wet, but

after I've become less and less wet, and I can't get aroused no matter what I do. Brother, be gentle, it hurts a little."

I said, "Let's put some more oil on, it hurts a bit too."

She squeezed some from the plastic bottle into her vagina, then squeezed some onto the shriveled end. I glanced at my watch;

we'd been at it for almost an hour. Then we started going at it again.

I asked her, "Can't you stop moaning?"

She replied, "I'm used to it. Don't men love hearing women moan? They get upset if you don't. "

I said, "Yeah, but you have to moan well to make it feel good and exciting. Your moans are a bit scary."

She said, "You're an old hand, haven't you heard me moan like that before?" Then she burst out laughing. This isn't a prostitute

! She can still laugh with my penis inside her; she's a devil!

I'd just gotten a little excited when she laughed it all away. I slowed down and calmed myself, thinking, "You little brat, let's see who wins

. Just you wait

." I said that, but inside I was pounding. I knew I was almost out of energy, but I'd

met my match today, and I couldn't afford to lose face at the hands of a girl under 18. Things

had to get image would it have if the female boss knew I'd surrendered to her subordinate like this?

Don't men care about their pride? I gritted my teeth and gasped, "Can I get in through the back door?"

She replied, "I knew you weren't a good person. If the boss's wife hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have come. You've already

done it once; to do it with you a second time, it'll take a lot of effort, a full-on assault.

I guess I'm just unlucky."

She pushed me away and went to the bathroom. I thought she was angry and leaving, and I was wondering how to pay her when she

came back , still wet down there. Apparently, she'd showered. I thought I had a chance. Lying on the bed, I peeled off my worn-out

condom, taking the opportunity to tidy myself up and see what she would do next.

She sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated slightly, then took out another condom and put it on me. After applying some lubricant, she lay down on the edge of the bed,

looked back at me, and said, "Didn't you complain that my front was loose and you couldn't feel anything? Come on, the back is much tighter than the front, I'll make you

feel so good.

" Seeing her like this, I felt a little embarrassed and didn't move. After lying there for a while and seeing that I didn't move, she

tilted her head and reached out to pull me, saying, "Come on, it's getting late, if you're taking up the room, other people

can't . Didn't you want to go through the back door? What are you waiting for?

" She was getting a little impatient. I really don't understand, how did the world become like this? It's like I've become a gigolo

!

I've already said it, can I not do it? I rolled off the bed and got ready. The moment I thrust in, her body

twisted , and then all I could hear was her even breathing. A man going through the back door is actually more stimulating to a woman than going through the front.

Her body swayed slightly, we held her breasts with our hands, and my lower abdomen gently patted her buttocks as we rhythmically thrust in and out.

Without exaggeration, her anus was the best I'd ever experienced. The pressure was just right, smooth and clean, and with her

skillful , it felt amazing. Soon, my breathing quickened, and she increased the intensity of her movements,

anticipating the moment of victory.

After several powerful jerkes, my semen gushed out like an Iraqi oil well in a war zone. I collapsed

onto her back, both of us slumped against the bed, not getting up for a long time.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard her weakly say, "Feeling good? I bet this is

the most you've ever ejaculated, and the most comfortable one. How about it? Dare?"

I was speechless. I inwardly groaned: she was right. This girl is something else. If it weren't for my years

of training in Shenzhen, I would have been utterly defeated today! Looks like I still have to keep a low profile.

I pulled out my limp penis, removed the condom, weighed it in my hand, and said, "If you can swallow this, I think

our day will be complete."

Without even blinking, she took it, tilted her head back, and swallowed it whole. I

was stunned. I had intended to make things difficult for her, to gain the upper hand psychologically, but she had completely overwhelmed me.

I was utterly defeated. Without a word, I pulled out five bills, threw them on the coffee table, and without washing up, I put on my clothes and turned to leave.

On the way back, I staggered, too weak to even greet the shop owner.

When had I ever been so pathetic? Where had all my past wisdom and experience gone? I didn't know whether to feel ashamed or frustrated.

Today was certainly an extraordinary and unforgettable day!

(Post #2: After returning home in such a sorry state, I washed myself thoroughly. I should have gotten a good night's sleep, but the unprecedented pleasure and sense of defeat I had

just experienced tormented me like a double-edged sword. I

tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. My supposedly strong will and extraordinary life experience had

been destroyed by an unknown woman. It's truly hard to be a person! It's even harder to be a man!) I've weathered many storms, but I never expected to capsize in

a ditch . In my years in Shenzhen, I've seen my share of grand occasions and frequented many high-end places: the sunny

"jj," the "Oriental Princess" in Xindu, Xiangmi Lake, Shenzhen Bay, and other famous spots.

I've even had intense sexual encounters with women widely considered stunningly beautiful. Regardless of the money spent, I was always

the victor in spirit, leaving with my head held high.

This one failure shattered my spirit. For the next week, a sense of defeat lingered, and I

became completely impotent (including my penis). People I knew remarked, "Even a workaholic like you're weak now?" Despite this,

I couldn't forget my beautiful female boss. I don't know what happened there after I left that day, but I know she

was definitely interested in me; otherwise, she wouldn't have told me so much, and her tone of voice was quite unique.

Finally, the weekend arrived. I declined my friends' invitations, went home after work, changed my clothes, and

headed straight to the hair salon. Reaching the corner, I hesitated. I wanted to see her (the female boss), but I was also afraid to see her (Xiao Hong).

If I saw Xiao Hong, I would be utterly humiliated. Who would have thought that a seasoned veteran like me would fall for a young girl

?

Luckily, only Xiao Ye was in the salon. Xiao Ye said that everyone else had been called to dinner by some boss

and wouldn't be back for a while. I asked Xiao Ye, "Where's the boss?"

Xiao Ye replied, "You mean Sister Rong? Why are you asking about her? Sister Rong said she doesn't want to see you anymore.

" (I only now realized the female boss's name was Sister Rong.)

I quickly asked, "Why? I didn't do anything to her. I paid what I owed, and I didn't try to cheat her. Is

business bad? That's none of my business.

" Xiao Ye didn't answer. I teased her, "Since they're all gone, are you going to work here?"

She turned her back to me, ignoring me. I stroked her hair, feigning affection, and said, "I've missed you so much these past few days

. How about we do it again? Let me pamper you a bit?"

She pushed my hand away, giving me a sidelong glance: "Forget it, you're not being fair. A few more girls came

. Go find them later. I can't afford to serve you." She then went out to hang up the towels.

Since I was already there, I had to find out where the female boss was. I chased after her, asking, "Where's Xiao Hong?"

Hearing me mention Xiao Hong, she perked up: "You mean that slut? Rong Jie kicked her out the next day. What?

Still want her? Is she your type?"

As she said this, Xiao Ye seemed a little smug, rolling her eyes at me, her face clearly saying: "You think you're so

tough ? You can mess with me, but you're no match for her, are you? A man like you needs her to teach you a lesson.

" Hearing that Xiao Hong was gone, I felt relieved. I didn't want to argue with her, so I quickly agreed, "Yes! Yes

!" She's much more capable than you. What did she tell you? And where did she go?

Just then, Sister Rong returned. I was overjoyed to see her. I rushed forward to greet her, saying, "

Boss, business is booming!"

She said casually, "What a rare guest! You've made a fortune in just a few days. You've even put on your tie.

Who are you planning to pick up this time?"

I was taken aback, then cut to the chase: "I'm here to pick you up today!" Haha!!!

She paused, then lowered her head slightly. Xiao Ye tactfully walked away.

A ray of sunlight shone through the treetops between the buildings, illuminating the entrance to the hair salon. I looked up, and she looked completely different from when I

first . She was dressed in a high-end business suit, a short blazer paired with a midi skirt, revealing her long, slender legs

; her long hair and light makeup accentuated her striking features; her alluring demeanor, with a hint of unspoken desire, made her already captivating

expression even more enchanting; at 1.7 meters tall, she was definitely tall for a Southern woman, and with a pair of high-heeled rocket

shoes, she appeared even more graceful and alluring.

I said, "I was just kidding about picking you up, I just wanted the boss to personally wash my hair."

Then I asked her, "What's the occasion that makes you look so beautiful today?"

We went back to the shop together, and she sat on the sofa, adjusting her clothes as she said, "What occasion?!"

I quickly pretended to be clueless and said, "Oh yeah, it's to wash my hair, I can't stand it if you don't wash it for me!"

She laughed at my joke. Without saying a word, I sat down in the shampoo chair and turned around, saying, "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

She sighed, got up, looked outside the shop, and reluctantly began washing my hair. Her

expressive looked complicated. She didn't speak, so I didn't press her. I guessed for a long time, wanting to ask several times but stopping

myself, afraid of saying something wrong and messing things up at a crucial moment. We both became mute during the ten-minute hair wash. But

the boss is the boss; she washed my hair cleanly and efficiently, thoroughly, making it incredibly comfortable.

It was time to rinse again, and I wondered what she would ask me. If only she would let me get a massage

too . But she didn't say a word, dried me with a towel, and led me back to the chair to start a head massage.

Disappointed but still persistent, I turned to her and said, "I've been busy all week, I'm quite tired. Give me a full-body relaxation."

She was about to call Xiao Ye, but I quickly stopped her, saying, "She's no good. Last time she just made do.

Why don't you try?"

She said, "Are you tired but I'm not? I just came back from Shantou, I didn't even change my clothes. Who else would I want

to get a massage?"

Once she spoke, things became much easier. I hurriedly said, "How about this, we don't go upstairs, can we just get the massage here?"

Without waiting for her reply, I went into the inner room first. She hesitated for a moment, then went out to call Xiao Ye back to

watch the shop , and then came in as well. I breathed a sigh of relief, my smugness evident on my face. I smiled and said,

"It's not easy to enjoy the boss's service, you have to earn it yourself."

After she came in, her face calmed down considerably. She first took off her coat, then moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, probably a little

nervous, staring blankly at me. Before she could do anything, I grabbed her hand and whispered, "Since you're tired,

don't move. I asked you to get the massage so I could talk to you alone, nothing else."

She didn't pull her hand away, letting me hold and stroke it. Her palms were soft, her fingers long and slender—exaggeratedly speaking,

they were hands fit for playing the violin or piano. After a few minutes of this awkward silence, her palms became sweaty, and I held her

hand, stroking my face. I really couldn't bear to let go (this phrase couldn't be more fitting here).

After a while, she seemed more relaxed and asked me in a low voice, "Why haven't you come for so many days?

What have you been busy with?"

I said, "I usually come back very late, and when I do come, it's always a rush. Weekends are much more relaxed; I can do

whatever I want."

She added, "Actually, I haven't been here these past few days either. Xiao Ye and I went to Shantou. She came back the day before yesterday. "

I quickly said, "Yes, what are you doing here if you're not here?"

She smiled slightly, "Don't be so nice. All men are like this. Did you come just to see me? If you were here to see me, you disappeared without even saying hello

that night. I called you when I saw you at the intersection, but you didn't answer. Was

someone else waiting for you at home?"

Hearing her say that, I vaguely remembered someone calling me when I went back that day, but I didn't even care who was calling me then. I knew

what she meant, so I deliberately said, "Why did you call me? Every girl here is a master. Even the most skilled

man comes in as a human, but leaves as bones. I was lucky I was quick that day; otherwise, I would have had to

spend the night ." After saying that, I laughed to myself.

She snapped, "You dare talk back to me? You did two in one night, you deserve to be exhausted. You got Xiao Ye back

and she doesn't want to go on stage anymore. And that slut, she didn't come out after you left, I called her several times but she wouldn't get up, she

slept until the next afternoon. It's all your fault, and you even said there were ghosts here, you're the ghost!"

I chuckled inwardly, thinking, "Now the boss knows how powerful I am!" Seizing the opportunity, I pulled her closer,

stroked her back, and whispered, "They're all too young, I can't let loose. I think you're much better than them

, aren't you?"

She leaned back a little, looking at me in the dim light as if she didn't recognize me. I said, "Looking up isn't enough,

you have to look down." I took her hand and moved it down there. She tried to pull away, but I held it down.

Even through her clothes, the feel of her hand was still good, and a few gentle touches were enough to make my penis hard. She started

unconsciously massaging my penis, and I cupped her face in my hands, looking at her carefully, and slowly placed her on my chest. I knew that with

my relentless advances, she had no way out, and this was the perfect opportunity for me to succeed. I caressed her breasts through

her clothes ; they were full, elastic, and felt wonderful. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and continued to caress them.

The feel was even more realistic; her nipples were small and hard, clearly showing signs of having been sucked. She didn't resist; instead,

she leaned closer to me. I pressed my advantage and tried to touch her genitals, but she shook her head and said, "Don't touch me, it hurts.

" I said, "How about going upstairs?"

She said, "No. There are people upstairs, a Hong Kong guy with three girls."

I said, "A threesome? That's even better than me. Go call an ambulance quickly, don't let someone die."

She said, "Don't talk nonsense. I think that guy is on drugs; he didn't drink, his face is flushed, and he's about your age. He

probably won't be out until midnight. I'll give you a handjob here.

" I said, "That's good, but what if I can't finish?"

She glanced at me sideways, seemingly disbelieving, and before I could say anything more, she had already unzipped my pants. I thought to myself,

"Don't even mention using your hands, you can't get it out even with your mouth. I won't leave until it comes out."

After several rounds, she tried different hands and applied oil, but my penis remained hard, showing no signs of ejaculation.

I said, "How about trying with your mouth?"

She shook her head helplessly, sniffed it first, and then bent down to give me oral sex. I never

expected I didn't hold back and reached into her panties to touch her. Before I even touched her flesh, I felt the fluid that had flowed out.

I said, "Wipe it off, don't get your new clothes dirty" (actually, I was afraid of getting my hands dirty). She

smiled and handed me some tissues. I wiped her thoroughly to make sure she was clean. Don't let her large size fool you; her pubic area wasn't big,

and her pubic hair was sparse and soft. I could easily touch her slightly turned-out labia minora, and with a squeeze of my fingers, I reached the vaginal

opening. Even though I had just wiped her, there was still a lot of fluid. Using the fluid, I rubbed her clitoris with my middle finger, and my index and

ring fingers moved back and forth in the groove between her labia majora and minora (experience told me that was the most stimulating way). Under my relentless

assault, her will, spirit, and body completely collapsed. Her mouth, which had been holding my penis, stopped working,

drooling , her contorted body rhythmically responding to my kneading, almost collapsing onto the stool. Seeing her

like this, I got up, carried her to the bed, and quickly lifted her skirt, pulling down her stockings and panties in one

fluid motion. She trembled all over, offering no resistance, lying half-naked before me with her eyes closed. I couldn't tell if she

was powerless to resist or anticipating my penetration.

I didn't act rashly. Barefoot, I walked to the doorway and peered through the small window covered by a curtain: it

was completely dark, the shop was lit, and two returning women were washing a customer's hair, speaking in

a language I still couldn't understand (forgive my bluntness, but it's not meant as a derogatory term), while Xiao Ye was still sitting on the sofa watching TV. I knew very well that

the shop wasn't as safe as upstairs; something could happen at any time, and a few girls outside couldn't handle it. Besides ,

doing it here would be quick and easy, hardly enjoyable. And besides, I'd go upstairs with the girls,

but with the boss here—it felt a bit unfair. But if I didn't do it today, would I have another chance?

After much , I decided to just go for it. Once I'd done it, I was sure I'd get another chance

. With my worries gone, I became much bolder. I cupped her full breasts in my hands, kneading and playing with

her nipples , then leaned down to kiss her earlobes and neck, her lips making soft moans. The foreplay was almost over,

and I asked her, "Where are the condoms?"

She said, "There aren't any here, they're all upstairs." I asked again, "Do I still need condoms?"

She said, "Just don't hurt me."

At this point, I was truly aroused, and without thinking, I pounced on her, steadied myself, and thrust straight in.

At first , she remained calm, but soon she couldn't hold back. She suppressed a scream, whimpering like she was crying

, her body swaying wildly, a hungry yet greedy glint in her eyes, as if she wanted to devour me whole. She

kicked the bed hard with her legs, thrusting her buttocks upwards, using my penis as a pivot point for up-and-down, rotating movements (only women

can perform such difficult movements at that moment). I was afraid I'd ejaculate before even experiencing her internal sensations

; that would be such a waste. I quickly adjusted my position to reduce the stimulation of her vagina,

then slowly thrust in and out with her movements. Frankly, aside from being unusually wet

, she was no different from any other young married woman. The tightness was just right, soft and inviting. Although it felt good, it

was quite different from what I had imagined.

The weakness of human nature is that when someone desires something, they imagine it to be wonderful and perfect, but

once they obtain it, they realize it's nothing special. Especially for men, how excited they are when their penis enters a woman's vagina and

stirs ? What an exhilarating feeling! Every man is a conqueror, a true

hero. But once the penis, limp from ejaculation, slips out of the vagina, no one can resist the ensuing

frustration and exhaustion. At this moment, the man's mind is clear, but his thoughts are chaotic. On one hand, he has become indifferent

to everything in the world, losing interest in everything; on the other hand, the momentary passion has

turned every man into a philosopher, as if he has seen through the laws of the universe and the essence of nature. This perfectly illustrates the Buddhist

philosophy of "form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

She was still swaying her body dramatically, her hands constantly touching my face or hugging my buttocks, appearing

emotionally agitated and disoriented, almost to the point of ecstasy. I can't imagine what it's like for her to make love with her husband.

But her body language told me that her mind was no longer in control of her actions. I don't want to use the word "slutty" to

describe her at that moment; in my mind, she was still a respectable woman, not a prostitute. Her

behavior was slutty enough, but for a mature woman who had given birth, it was normal. I thought to myself, I must satisfy her

today , make her feel good (not because I'm noble, but because she needed it so much). I tried my

best to suppress my passion, distracting myself by looking at the wall clock, minimizing the stimulation from her body,

preparing for a long battle, and fully cooperating with her.

After a series of rapid breaths, she hugged my neck, lowered her raised buttocks, and lifted her legs to

tightly clamp my body between her thighs, keeping my penis pressed against her cervix. I wanted to thrust my penis

and ejaculate , but my body was completely immobilized by her legs. When she released

her hands and legs from my body, tears welled up in her eyes. She cried, cried very emotionally. Her crying was so loud

that people outside the shop could probably hear it. Startled by the crying, Xiao Ye pushed open the door and came in. She remained

calm , closing the door behind her and quietly going to the bedside. She used a tissue from under the pillow to wipe the tears from the female boss's face, then nudged me

and whispered, "Brother, can you get down? Sister Rong just got back today, she's in a bad mood, please don't mind."

I was extremely embarrassed; my penis had already gone limp from the crying, and even if I didn't get down, I could

n't do it. I didn't even bother to wipe myself, quickly pulling up my pants and standing to the side. Thinking about how Xiao Ye had come in while I was still on

top of a crying woman, I was truly in a dilemma, completely at a loss. Having navigated the world of lust for so many years,

I had never encountered anything like this before. I straightened my clothes and prepared to leave, but Xiao Ye stopped me, saying, "Brother, don't go."

I thought she meant I couldn't leave without paying, and just as I was about to take out my money, Sister Rong spoke up: "Brother, can we go out together after I'm

dressed ?"

I then realized that her lower body was still naked. I smiled and said, "I haven't eaten yet,

let's go get some late-night snacks." Xiao Ye said, "We haven't eaten either, Sister Rong is treating us later, let's go together.

" Sister Rong was still sobbing, but seemed to have calmed down a lot. I also went to the bedside and gently comforted her, "If you

don't want to , just say so, I won't force you.

" As soon as I finished speaking, she started crying again. Xiao Ye quickly pulled me to sit down on a stool and said, "There are some things you don't know,

don't say anything, just rest for a while."

Xiao Ye brought water and helped her wash and dress. After everything was ready, the three of us came out. I still can't forget

the look in those lustful eyes when I opened the door. I walked out, she was

helped out by Xiao Ye.

We ate at a small restaurant nearby, and Xiao Ye paid for the meal. On the way back, Sister Rong said to Xiao Ye

, "I'm not going back to the shop, I want to walk with Big Brother (his way of addressing me had changed), I'll go straight home in a little while."

Xiao Ye said, "You guys go ahead, I'll go check the shop. There's not much work, so I'll head home early."

To avoid running into acquaintances, I led her down a side street. I talked and asked her a lot along the way

, but she didn't say anything, just mumbled "uh-huh" at most. After we circled back to the street where the hair salon was, I

said, "You seem upset, go home and rest. I'll come back when I have time."

She stood there without moving, looking at me and saying, "If you have something to do, go ahead and do it.

If not, take another walk." I didn't say anything and followed her in another direction. After walking about one stop, we came to a residential area

. She said, "Xiao Ye and I live here. It's a rented apartment. Let's go have some tea."

Judging from her tone, it was half invitation and half command. Faced with this sudden change, what could I

say ? My extinguished desire was rekindled.

Seeing that I agreed to go for tea, a smile appeared on her face.

The apartment was on the top floor, a one-bedroom, one-living room layout, fully furnished. The large bedroom had a large bed and

was very tidy. The furnishings were completely different from those in the brothel; it really felt like home.

The room was hot, and she came in and took off all but her bra and panties. I also took off my outer clothes and sat on the edge of the bed,

lecherously watching her. I wondered whether I should wait for her call or take the initiative. Actually, all my thoughts

were unnecessary. When she continued to take off all her clothes and asked me to shower with her, I understood everything.

Seeing that I was still hesitating, she smiled and said, "Only Xiao Ye and I know about this place. My husband and the people in the shop don't

know , so don't worry.

" Then she added, "Xiao Ye and I agreed that no one was allowed to bring men here. Sigh! You broke

the rules .

" As I took off my clothes, I said, "So you have multiple burrows, huh? Is there another room somewhere?"

She smiled sadly and said, "You men are insatiable. You keep mistresses and then mistresses too. Can you manage ?"

After saying that, she turned and went to the bathroom. Not to be outdone, I was soon naked too. While showering, I kept teasing her sensitive areas

with my hands , and she covered them with her hands, giggling. After showering and returning to bed, I was incredibly

impatient , my hands and mouth busy at work. She leaned against my chest, pressing down my fidgeting hands, and said, "Let me finish speaking before you move,

okay?"

Then she added, "Since you're here, don't leave tonight. There's plenty of time. Don't say you

can't .

" Hearing that I could stay tonight, I was naturally overjoyed, but I wasn't sure how much money I had on me. Not having enough

money would be troublesome. She stroked her pubic hair, saying with a touch of melancholy, "I haven't

been with a man for over six months. I've been craving it so much. If I hadn't been so desperate, I wouldn't have let you touch me today." She

then buried her head in my chest, holding me tightly.

This was something I expected; I didn't find it strange. Normal women don't get this much lubrication.

She continued, "I don't know what happened then, but the feeling was like being struck by lightning. I couldn't control

my emotions; I just wanted to cry, and I had to cry loudly, as if I would suffocate if I didn't."

This sounded interesting to me. I said, "You've never felt this way before?"

She said, "Do you think I'm made of wood? I used to have a feeling, but it's different from today, and it's not as

good . Sometimes the feeling is just fleeting.

" I said, "That's not right, is it? Your movements today are so precise and skillful; you're definitely a pro."

She said, "After we got married, my husband didn't know anything; he just knew how to brute force things, so I was very unrestrained, and he was quite

happy about it , and I felt good too. Things changed after we had children. Sometimes I want to, but he doesn't; sometimes he wants to, and then he just forces himself on."

After a while, I lost all feeling. When I had the energy, I'd move around a bit; when I didn't, I'd just wait for him to finish. Later

, I had to do everything he asked. He did whatever made him feel good, without considering me at all. He couldn't get an erection, so he took medication,

and he'd only last two or three minutes before I even got wet. Sometimes it was like this several times a night. After a while, I

gave up. Whether he did it or not, I didn't feel anything, and I didn't want to. In the past six months, he probably got bored too,

and he stopped even touching me.

Although I was listening to her talk, I was still eager to have sex with her. I wasn't uninhibited at the hair salon, but at her home, I

had no inhibitions. I understood her purpose in talking; she wanted me to know that she wasn't a prostitute, that she wasn't doing it

for money, but because of her own physical needs. Hearing her words was like a reassurance;

it seemed that how much money I had didn't matter anymore.

I lay on my side on top of her, one arm around her, kissing her, the other slapping her buttocks. One leg

was pressed against her, the thick hair on my calf constantly tickling her genitals. Soon she couldn't take it anymore, her body

undulating from light to heavy. My penis also went from soft to hard, thrusting against the soft skin of her ribs.

I noticed her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth half-open, her normally harmonious features somewhat distorted.

Before I even penetrated her, she was probably already in ecstasy.

Doing it at home is completely different from doing it in a hair salon. There's no tension, no rush, you

're completely relaxed, focusing more on the mood and the feeling from the heart, allowing both physical and

emotional desires to be released to the fullest extent. I felt that at this moment, sex became an accessory to the emotion; the process

was more important than the result. Aside from my wife, I never dare to say "I love you" to any other woman.

With them, it's always just affection, and more importantly, sex. For a man, love is too heavy a burden. Think about it,

how many good men have been crushed by the word "love"? Life is already difficult enough, why make it harder on yourself?

Just as we were about to enter the harbor, her phone rang. It was Xiao Ye calling. She said there weren't many customers at the shop, and she'd be back

soon . I looked hesitant, but she casually said, "There are some things you don't know. Don't let our different

surnames fool you; we've known each other for almost two years, and we're closer than sisters." (I'd already noticed this from their

conversation ).

Then she added, "You've both done it, you know each other. I know she's tighter and wetter than me.

Didn't you praise her the other day? When she comes and wants to do it with you, I'll let her. We can do it together too,

how about it?"

Upon hearing that we could have a threesome, I naturally didn't say anything more and quickly got into the mood. Before she was even ready,

I unleashed my power, my penis thrusting left and right inside her, as if it were empty, until

the bed was a mess. She tried to raise her hips to meet my thrusts, moaning softly, completely absorbed. But I was different.

No matter how she moved or cried out, I ignored her completely, focusing solely on the pleasure of sex and

the feeling of my penis inside her, firmly maintaining control. This was to effectively control the timing of ejaculation and prolong the duration of sex.

Once a woman takes the initiative, a man can ejaculate prematurely at any moment. While thrusting, I also

tried to figure out her usual movements, observing the speed, distance, and amplitude of her movements in response to mine, as well as

her changes in stamina. A woman's stamina is closely related to her orgasm. Many women could reach

orgasm, but without the right technique, the man thrusts too hard as soon as he enters, resulting in them almost reaching orgasm but

running out of energy, leaving them with regret. Furthermore, women burn

far more . They are essentially struggling beneath the man and achieving orgasm through intense struggle. From what I understand,

a woman's stamina determines her libido, which in turn determines the number of orgasms she experiences.

It's quite difficult for a woman to achieve three orgasms in a single sexual encounter.

To ensure a threesome, I conserved my energy, letting her struggle on her own. This

lasted for about ten minutes, after which she let out a couple of loud moans, just like in a hair salon, and collapsed onto the bed, clinging tightly to me.

The room silent, deathly silent. She was like a lamb to the slaughter, falling into a deep sleep from extreme exhaustion.

I had thought she would have a great time with me, but she was too weak; she was exhausted before I even

got going . There was no point in continuing, so I got up, took a shower, and waited for Xiaoye to return.

Xiaoye came back around eleven o'clock. I heard the door open and quickly hid behind the kitchen door. She entered the house without

warning . She didn't even go into the room; she stripped naked in the living room and went straight to the bathroom to shower. Just as

she was wondering about the water stains on the floor, I rushed in. She was so startled she almost fell to the floor. I hugged her from

behind , kissing her back. She calmed down after recognizing me, and touched my butt, saying, "Is

Sister Rong asleep?"

I said, "Yes, she couldn't handle it, so I had to wait for you."

She said, "I guessed you came back with her. You know what? She said she wouldn't talk to you anymore, but she still cared about

you. When she came back, she asked me if you'd been here. That day, you and that slut were upstairs, and she ran up to you three times, waiting for

you for over an hour. And you, you left without saying a word. She was so angry, but she couldn't say anything, so she

just chased that slut away and went back to her hometown. You came today; who knows what would have happened if you hadn't?

" I half-jokingly said, "Really? Don't try to be nice; you're just trying to get me drunk and drain me dry, aren't you?"

She shook off my hand and said while washing her, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Seeing I had nothing to say, I helped her wash, even tickling her. She giggled and said, "Brother,

how's my Sister Rong?"

I said, "She's good, but her skills in bed are terrible. She's exhausted before anything even starts. I've never seen

a woman like her. You're better than her, aren't you?"

Back in the room, Sister Rong was still lying there naked, face up. I ignored her and

rolled onto the bed with Xiao Ye in my arms. She'd changed a lot in every way since we last week at the brothel; she was much more open,

without any shyness or affectation. We flirted like lovers, laughing and joking. Sister Rong rolled over

, giving up most of the bed, and silently went back to sleep.

The semen I'd been unable to ejaculate several times was causing trouble inside me again, and my erect penis was raging. Without hesitation,

I thrust into Xiao Ye's vagina, pumping hard, savoring the sensation. Sister Rong is right,

Xiao Ye's vagina is much tighter than hers, and it's also very wet. The feeling of the penis being tightly gripped is very comfortable and pleasant.

Women who know me well say I'm a silent gun, but today I couldn't help but moan. I was so excited,

I casually touched Sister Rong's genitals, haha, it was still all wet, and upon closer inspection, it was still leaking

fluid. I knew she was pretending to be asleep, so without saying a word, I rolled over, pinned her down, and thrust in from behind, giving her another round of

frenzied thrusting. She lay there moaning, while Xiao Ye sat watching.

This experience gave me a new understanding of women. The vaginas of women who have given birth are

different from those of women who haven't. Besides tightness, there's also depth; the former is loose and shallow, the latter tight and deep. Today, the difference was even more

obvious. In the past, when I did threesomes with women in their teens or twenties, and we used condoms, I could feel the tightness, but

it wasn't very noticeable. Today, it was real sex, and the experience was completely different. After a while, I went back to Xiaoye. She

was still moaning slowly and deliberately. I only saw her excitement, but not her struggle to reach orgasm. She

was really too young, or perhaps she simply didn't know what the ultimate orgasm for women was.

One of the characteristics of men is their desire to conquer. The satisfaction of a man's desire to conquer comes not only from seeing how many

offspring , but also from seeing the cries of the conquered woman as she reaches orgasm beneath him.

Therefore, I still felt more conquering with Rongjie, and I spent most of the time on top of her,

switching partners when I felt she was loose enough. I don't know how many times I switched, until I was too tired to get up, and then I

reluctantly ejaculated into Xiaoye's vagina and fell asleep without caring about anything else.

In my hazy state, I felt the main light come on for a while and then go out. They were talking about something, and someone washed my penis with

very light and gentle hands. After that, I knew nothing more. When I woke up, they were still watching TV naked.

Seeing that I was awake, Xiaoye handed me a bottle of mineral water. I drank a few sips and placed it on the bedside table. I

felt . I restlessly started fiddling with each of their breasts, hoping to arouse their

desire so I could have a second round.

But what happened next was completely the opposite of what I expected. I heard the most bizarre,

tragic, and beautiful story of my life—the story of Xiaoye and the two women.

(The story is too long to describe in detail here; I will recount it when I write about Xiaoye.)

In short, Xiaoye was Rongjie's husband's mistress, not yet twenty years old. But she was

different from other mistresses. While other mistresses were kept outside the home, Xiaoye was kept at home by Rongjie herself.

The two mistresses were like sisters.

After hearing the story, I had to look at them in a completely different light, truly astonished. I was moved by their story,

and from then on, I unwittingly fell into a quagmire from which I couldn't extricate myself. Alas! Who can blame me

for being a man?

That night, I spent the entire night with those two sisters. Removing the mask from my face, tearing away

the disguise, fighting for pure sexual desire—that feeling is something most people have never experienced. Only when you focus all

your attention on your sexual organs can you truly understand the essence of sex. That night, I

truly experienced it with those sisters. The tightness or depth of their vaginas became insignificant;

all that mattered was the unity of man and sex, that indescribable, ineffable state of self-forgetfulness.

The next morning, as I left them to go home, bathed in the rising sun and gentle breeze, I felt no

fatigue, but rather a sense of ease and boundless energy—it was truly unbelievable.

For the next few months, I spent most of my free time with them, and their lives

underwent a fundamental change with my arrival—something no one had expected. Although I have

left and them, I still cherish their memories and am grateful for the wonderful memories they left me.

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