My Sexual History (A Story That Happened in a KTV)

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I'm not an open-minded person, so I've always abhorred the idea of hiring prostitutes.
But I ended up doing it anyway, with a friend.
That time, I went out to eat with some friends, and one of them introduced me to a boss from Zhejiang. After dinner,
this boss took us to a KTV.
Once inside, the boss said each person would get a prostitute. I said I didn't want one, but he picked one for me and
told her, "This is our boss. If you don't treat him well, don't expect a tip."
Upon hearing this, the prostitute started toasting me, and then she pressed herself against me. I tried to push
her away, but she was so close, how could I move her! Her hands were still roaming over my body; I
didn't know whether to push her away or not. Seeing my flushed face, the prostitute seemed very happy and took my hand and started
touching her body again. I glanced at the other people; they were already holding their prostitutes tightly. My pounding
heart slowly calmed down, and my hand began to wander where it wanted to go.
First, I touched the woman's breasts, two large, peach-like breasts, full and firm, feeling wonderful to the touch. Then
I touched her belly, and then from the gap in her pants down to her thighs. As soon
as my hand went in, I felt it was wet inside. This slut, when my hand went in, she actually started to writhe, and her hand also wandered between my legs,
finally tightly squeezing my penis.
We both started panting. At this moment, the woman whispered in my ear: "There are too many people here, let's go to the restroom
." I agreed without thinking. In the restroom, she took off all her clothes, and then took off my
pants. We hugged and touched each other for a while, then she put a condom on me, and then she lifted her left leg and placed it
on the sink, letting me enter from behind.
I have sexual experience, but I had never tried this position before, and I was very excited. I grabbed her waist,
thrust my hips, and entered her. The woman started moaning, which I had never experienced before. Under this multiple stimulation,
it was over in no time.
Afterwards, the two of them washed together again. At this point, I got an erection again, and I wanted more, but the prostitute
wouldn't give me any more, saying it would cost extra. That's when I realized I'd been soliciting a prostitute. The guilt overwhelmed me, and
my body immediately went limp. So I left.
When I got back to the room, the Zhejiang boss was gone. A while later, he came downstairs with the prostitutes. Damn,
they'd gone upstairs to book a room. I was worried he'd laugh at me, but now I wasn't afraid. However, I started
worrying about the tip, because I'd never been to a place like this before and didn't know how much it would cost.
Soon after, the Zhejiang boss said he was done and gave each prostitute two hundred yuan. The one who was with me didn't say much, and
I felt relieved: it wasn't that expensive after all. I asked the prostitute's name, and she said Yang Cui. As I left,
I glanced at her one last time. Because I was out of the room, the natural light shone on her face, and I noticed she had applied too much makeup
; I couldn't see her natural complexion, and I didn't know how old she was. However, her moans lingered in
my mind, constantly arousing me. Soon after, I went to another karaoke bar with a friend.
This time, I went with someone. My purpose was clear: to find a girl to sing with and then
sleep with. Because my goal was clear, I had the madam bring in a large group of girls. Looking at all those beautiful
girls, I was dazzled; I felt they were all wonderful and wanted them all. In the end, my friend helped
me choose a girl in a white dress who looked a bit like Gan Ping, and had her sit next to me.
My friend, a veteran of the entertainment industry, immediately asked if the girl could go up to the platform. The girl accompanying me was named Wen Qian.
Although I still don't believe there's a surname Wen, she insisted that was her name, so I could only
call her that. Wen Qian whispered in my ear, "Do you want to go up to the platform?" I was slightly embarrassed, but
still nodded. Then she hugged my arm tightly, leaned her head on my shoulder, and smiled sweetly,
saying, "I don't usually go upstairs, but you seem nice, so I'll go with you this once." I immediately loosened my tie
to make myself look better, and I felt as sweet as if I'd drunk honey. Later, after
going to these kinds of places more often, I realized that this was a common tactic used by the girls: once they started working for me, they basically only cared about money
, not about who I was or not. But back then, I didn't know that; I genuinely thought it was my personal charm
that had won her over, which was why she was willing to go out with me.
We sang until about eleven o'clock, then I called the madam over, and she booked a room upstairs. Karaoke places usually
have rooms upstairs. My friend told me to go up first, so I took Wenqian up with me. We hugged and cuddled for a while
to create some atmosphere, then took a shower together, and then got into bed on the white sheet.
Qian is from Hubei. She has a good figure, nice skin, and is playful and lively. The two of us were playing around in bed, and
it felt really good. Because we had drunk some alcohol, we had a little tussle, and I let her take the top position. After a while, she started panting softly, and
out of my instinct to cherish her, I rolled over and mounted her. Now she was lying beneath me, excitedly
moaning and saying intermittently, "Women are born to be ridden, it feels so good!" Her moans and
words further aroused my primal instincts. I thrust with all my might, and she responded with all her might, moaning
and praising my skills. In this state of complete absorption, I finally achieved the great feat of releasing my pent-up desire
. My lower body spasmed, and I went limp on top of her.
She gently removed the condom from me, carefully wiped me with a tissue, and then hugged
me tightly, refusing to let go. I don't know if her tenderness was genuine, but I felt an
unprecedented sense of satisfaction. I remembered her vividly and promised to come back for her again. But I never imagined that
when I saw her again, she would hug me joyfully in public, and I would tell her to go be with my friend.
Comparing Yang Cui to Wen Qian is like comparing a stone to a jewel—they're worlds
apart. Wen Qian is quick-witted, clever, and lively; she's irresistible at first sight. Yang Cui, on the other hand, although she works as
a hostess in a karaoke bar, can't even sing a few songs. She only relies on her youth to guide customers to have sex with her, lacking any
real skill. So I decided never to go see Yang Cui again.
About a month later, I argued with my wife again over a trivial matter, and I was extremely depressed.
I asked a friend to go see Wenqian.
Unfortunately, my mother said Wenqian had gone home. She said she would arrange one for me.
As usual, a row of girls came in. I picked a petite one, thinking she would be gentler and
could help ease my frustration.
The girl sat down, and my friend said that everyone had to go to the high-level service today, and the tip was only 150 yuan
. The girl accompanying me immediately said, "I'm so sorry, I'm on my period today. Let me recommend a
gentle one for you."
A little while later, the girl brought me a long-haired girl who was pretty and had a good figure. I thought she was alright, so I let
her sit down. The girl couldn't sing very well and humbly said she was learning from me.
After chatting for a while, my friend came down from the room, and I took the girl upstairs.
When we got to the room, the girl lay down next to me but refused to take off her clothes. She said, "They've been doing strict room checks lately
. If we get caught, don't say I set this up."
Hearing this, I actually felt a little guilty, so we lay down on the bed and talked. We actually got along quite well
. The girl's name was Wang Yan. Around midnight, I invited her to go for a late-night snack. She agreed.
At the snack stall, I ordered a bottle of Tsingtao beer, ate for a while, and then ordered a second bottle. At this point, Wang Yan
objected, saying, "You've already drunk so much at the karaoke bar, don't drink anymore."
I took the bottle from her and casually said, "It's okay, a few more bottles won't hurt."
Wang Yan suddenly snatched the bottle away, glaring at me, and said, "If you open this bottle, I'm leaving right now!"
I laughed, "Don't leave, I haven't given you your tip yet."
"If you keep drinking, I really will leave, and I won't take the tip."
I was speechless for a moment, realizing this girl was indeed different. Who doesn't do this kind of work for money?
But to prevent me from drinking too much, she refused to give me her own tip. Feeling hurt at home, I
immediately developed a strong liking for this girl.
I asked for her phone number, but she didn't have a cell phone, only giving me the front desk number, telling me
to call her if I needed anything.
After that, I frequently went to the Ping An Hotel to sing karaoke. The more I went, the more the madam and the girls got to know me.
Because Wang Yan was the oldest among the girls, they all called me brother-in-law.
About two months passed like this. One night, I went out with several friends. As usual, Wang Yan accompanied me.
One of my friends refused to hire a girl,
but we insisted on finding him one. Because I was closer to the madam, everyone asked me to ask her for a better girl. When I arrived at the waiting area,
a young girl rushed over, hugged my neck, and kissed me on the cheek. Looking closer, I
recognized her as Wen Qian. I was overjoyed; I grabbed her hand and left. It wasn't until I entered the private room that I realized
I couldn't let Wenqian work for me today. So I handed Wenqian over to my friend. I could see
a little unease in Wenqian's eyes, but she quickly recovered. A few days later, I secretly went to find Wenqian alone,
only to be told she had left. I never saw her again.
Yang Cui was the first woman to lead me to prostitution, but she only brought me novelty; while Wenqian was
the first woman to help me discover my own masculine charm. She was the first woman to lead me down the path of seeking out prostitutes, and the first
woman I've enjoyed ever since. Although many years have passed, and she should have long since reformed, and although I can no longer clearly remember what she looks like,
I still remember her in my heart.
At Ping An Karaoke Bar, Wen Qian was the first girl I met. After that, Wang Yan appeared. I thought it was impossible to find
other girls there. Unexpectedly, by chance, Wang Yan
pushed another girl named Li Ping to me. This led to a cold war between Wang Yan and Li Ping. Wang Yan even
kicked down the door to my room late at night because she suspected I was having an affair with Li Ping.
Because I felt Wang Yan was different from the other girls, I went to Ping An Karaoke Bar frequently. Around the fourth
time I went, since it was afternoon, Wang Yan and I weren't worried about being checked. We finally went to a room and did it
. Wang Yan had a good figure, on the thin side. When we were doing it, she moaned loudly, and
perhaps because her penis was relatively short, I felt I reached her G-spot very quickly, which felt great.
Wang Yan didn't want my money; she always accompanied me for free. She also told me not to waste money
going to karaoke anymore, and to just go to her room in the afternoon. So, on a sunny weekend, I
went to her room.
They lived upstairs in the karaoke bar, three to a room. The other two girls were named Jingjing and Lixia.
The first time I went there, Jingjing was in bed with another man, getting intimate. Lixia was very attentive, serving tea
and water, calling him "brother-in-law," while Wang Yan seemed a little shy. Chatting with the girls while watching Jingjing and Lixia
moving around in bed, I felt a strange and exciting thrill, wishing I could join them immediately
. Lixia probably sensed my thoughts and said, "Brother-in-law, why don't you come with my sister to bed and rest?
I'm going out to play, I won't be back until tonight." She closed the door and left. I looked at Wang Yan, who gently
shook her head, so I had to give up. But Jingjing's actions in bed still captivated me, filling my mind with
fantasies. Not long after, I finally called a friend, and we went to another karaoke bar and booked a room. The two of us
took girls upstairs at the same time, having sex ourselves while watching the actions on the other bed—it was as stimulating as watching porn
.
About two months passed like this. One evening, I went out with several friends. As usual, Wang Yan accompanied me.
One of my friends refused to have a prostitute, but we insisted on finding him one. Because I was closer to my mother
, everyone asked me to ask her for a better prostitute. When I arrived at the waiting area,
a young woman rushed over, hugged my neck, and kissed me on the cheek. Upon closer inspection, it was
Wen Qian. I was overjoyed, and grabbed her hand, pulling her away. It wasn't until we entered the private room that I realized
I couldn't let Wen Qian work for me that day. So I handed Wen Qian over to my friend. It was clear...
Wenqian looked a little uncomfortable, but quickly recovered. A few days later, I secretly went to find Wenqian alone,
only to be told that she had left. I never saw her again.
Yang Cui was the first woman to lead me to prostitution, but she only brought me novelty; while Wenqian was the first woman to help me discover my own
masculine charm, the first woman to lead me down the path of seeking out prostitutes, and the first
woman to make me enjoy it ever since. Although many years have passed, she should have long since reformed, and although I can no longer clearly remember what she looked like,
I still remember her in my heart.
At Ping'an Karaoke Bar, Wenqian was the first woman I sought out. After Wang Yan came along, I thought it would be impossible to find
other women there. Unexpectedly, by chance, Wang Yan pushed another girl named Li Ping
to me, which later led to a cold war between Wang Yan and Li Ping. Moreover, because Wang Yan suspected that I
had a relationship with Li Ping, she kicked down the door to the room I had opened late at night.
Originally, Wang Yan did not allow me to touch other women, but that day, our company leaders treated us to dinner, and by some strange twist of fate,
I ended up at Ping'an Karaoke Bar. I told Wang Yan that the boss was coming, and she told me not to call her, lest I give myself away
and the boss sees it, which wouldn't be good for me. At the same time, she recommended her best friend, probably the one she trusted most
, named Li Ping, to me.
Li Ping was from Shaanxi, had nice skin, and seemed rather quiet. It was winter, and she was wearing a leather
jacket, sitting next to me, looking quite shy. When I put my arm around her, she even gave me a small push.
Because she was only eighteen at the time, she exuded a unique girlish charm, and her
high, firm breasts were quite alluring; I was immediately attracted to her. Li Ping looked quiet, but
after a few beers, she became more boisterous than anyone else. We sang and danced all night, leaving my old bones
quite exhausted. The boss wasn't much older than me, and we usually got along quite well. Seeing how lively we were, he quietly
said to me, "This girl's nice. Why don't you get a room? We can have dinner here tonight. I'll talk to your wife;
just say we're playing mahjong at my place."
Since the boss had suggested it, I was naturally more than happy to oblige, so I told Li Ping what he meant. Seeing Li Ping hesitate a bit,
I knew she was afraid of Wang Yan finding out, so I said, "I didn't expect you to be so afraid of your older sister." This immediately
spurred Li Ping on; she puffed out her chest and said, "Why should I be afraid of her? It's not like I dragged you up here." Even so
, when it came time to go up, she still insisted we split up; she would go first, and I would follow.
Luckily, Li Ping was thoughtful. When we left, Wang Yan was actually waiting at the stairwell, watching me and the boss go
downstairs, and even secretly waved to me. Of course, I took the elevator to my room through a different door—something she would
never have imagined.
Li Ping's skin was very beautiful; holding him in my arms, I really couldn't bear to let go. We both drank quite a bit and were in high spirits
. We wriggled around in bed for a while before finally getting down to business. Once we started, it felt like we'd known each other forever. I was marveling at
how wonderful youth was, how comfortable every move felt, while she said that experience is invaluable, both considerate and exhilarating. That
night we did it three times, sleeping until 11 a.m. the next day. When we got up, Li Ping wrapped her arms around my neck
and, using both her upper and lower body, forced me to do it again. After four rounds, I was truly exhausted, while she seemed
even more radiant. When we left, I gave her 400 yuan, including a tip for karaoke, which she accepted.
Not long after, it was my birthday, and I went to a neighboring city with some friends. One of my friends was a local, and
after a hearty meal and drinks, he took us to the biggest entertainment center in town.
This entertainment complex has five floors, one of which consists of individual suites, roughly one-bedroom apartments.
The outer lobby has tables and chairs for drinking tea and chatting, while the inner rooms have a large bed and a
bathroom with a steam sauna. My friend took us to this floor. Sitting in the lobby, after only a few sips of tea, the madam
brought in the girls. I chose a girl named Zhang Ling, dressed in green.
This girl was quite skilled in bed. The funniest thing was that just as we were about to climax, she suddenly
said, "Why aren't you moaning? Moan!" I hadn't even noticed before; she hadn't
moaned at all. So I said, "I never moan, you should." Then she imitated
what you see in porn movies, making exaggerated moans a few times, which made us all laugh. This laughter helped us relax, thus
prolonging the time. The longer it went on, the more tips she got, and the more she enjoyed herself. That little girl
was cunning.
Later, I went to the neighboring city a few more times, and each time I chose Zhang Ling. One day, Mom said Zhang Ling had left
and her attitude wasn't good, so I decided not to hang out there anymore and persuaded my friend to go to Ping'an to sing karaoke with me.
When we were almost in Ping'an, I called Li Ping and asked her to wait for me.
When we arrived, we didn't go to karaoke; instead, we each booked a room. In my room, I
called Li Ping again, gave her my room number, and asked her to come over. Then I reclined and watched TV.
About half an hour passed, and Li Ping didn't show up. I called again, but no one answered. Feeling something was wrong, I decided
to go see what was going on.
After searching for a while, I finally found Li Ping in a small lounge area. She was sitting quietly on the sofa, and
sitting opposite her on the sofa was Wang Yan.
Not wanting to cause trouble, I quietly left. It wasn't that I was afraid of Wang Yan; it's impossible for a client to be afraid of a prostitute
. The main problem was that Wang Yan had been with me for so long, and apart from the first time, she had never asked me for money
. I felt embarrassed to ask someone else in front of her.
After sitting in the room for a while, I called Li Ping again. She answered, saying she wasn't feeling well and had already gone to bed
, asking me to find someone else. I cursed under my breath for being so annoying, turned off the TV, and went to sleep.
Soon after, there was a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw it was Wang Yan. Thinking she had ruined my
plans, I ignored her.
After knocking for a while, Wang Yan called the room. I decided not to give her a friendly look, so I told her
I had already found someone and told her to leave.
Unexpectedly, this angered her, and she started banging on the door relentlessly, then kicked it, eventually
breaking it.
I had no choice but to open the door and let her in. Then I went out alone and wandered aimlessly
for half an hour, figuring Wang Yan had left before returning to the hotel.
As soon as I got back, security stopped me and demanded I pay for the broken door. Of course, I refused. During the argument, the lobby manager
came over, understood the situation, and said, "The woman who broke the door called your room, and you answered
and talked for quite a while, which means you two have a good relationship. Now that she's damaged the door, of course we want you to pay for it."
At this point, I had to reveal my identity: "Let me tell you, I'm a lawyer. Do you even understand
the law? If not, I'll teach you a lesson right now. My relationship with my wife
is definitely better than my relationship with any other woman, right? But if my wife ever takes a dislike to me and attacks me with a knife, according to your
logic, shouldn't I be the one ending up in court?"
After a heated exchange, neither the lobby manager nor the security guard could defeat a lawyer like me
. In the end, the broken door was no longer my problem, and I could go to sleep peacefully.
Not long after I entered the room, Wang Yan came again. Thinking it would be a waste to just leave this room unused
, I let her in. Wang Yan seemed somewhat smug, but all I wanted was to have sex; I wanted to
punish this woman with sex.
Before her smile faded, I roughly picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She seemed a little surprised
, but didn't resist. In a few quick movements, we both stripped off our clothes and I pressed myself heavily on top of her.
After a while, I forcefully threw her down, twisting her onto my body, and then, a moment later, forcefully pulled her onto the bed and straddled
her. This torment fueled by hatred actually gave us both unprecedented pleasure. What a slut
—not just her, but me too.
Afterwards, I was too exhausted to move. She lay on my chest, babbling to me that having sex with me
was the most comfortable thing. Holy crap, was this sex? My purpose today was purely to ravage her. After that incident
, I never contacted Wang Yan again, because I'm not someone who likes being watched or
restricted.
As mentioned before, Wang Yan shared a room with a girl named Li Xia. Since the incident with Wang Yan
, I hadn't contacted her, but by chance, I went to see Li Xia.
That time, we went to a different karaoke bar. We hadn't planned to stay out overnight, but after drinking, my friends
got the idea. However, the girl I called couldn't go out because she was unwell, so I scrolled through my phone's contacts and
found Li Xia's number.
It was past 1 a.m., not early, but not late for a girl either. I called Li Xia
, and she first said she was asleep, then said it wouldn't be good if her sister found out. I found it a little funny: "Are you that stupid
to tell her about this?"
After some hesitation, Li Xia came down and went with us to the karaoke bar.
Li Xia's screams were louder than anyone else's, but her penis was also bigger than anyone else's.
I didn't feel anything when it went in, so I had to thrust harder to increase my pleasure. Perhaps I used too much force, because
after a while, she actually squirted, like she needed to urinate, soaking my entire genital area. This
immediately heightened my excitement, and in a few moments, I also ejaculated inside her.
Before and after that, I had never encountered anyone who was as wet as Li Xia. However, because her
vagina was too loose, I never called her name again after that.
That night, I heard from Li Xia about Sun Juan's incident.
Sun Juan was the girl who recommended Wang Yan to sit at my table; she was petite, very pretty, and looked
innocent. But after sitting next to me for a short while that time, she never came to my table again, because with Wang Yan around,
she had no chance.
Li Xia only told me that Sun Juan and another girl were robbed that night.
That night, around 2 AM, two men, both young, probably in their early twenties, arrived. They were
new customers who had never been before. They ordered Sun Juan and another woman, sang for about an hour, then booked a room, and
the four of them went upstairs together. Sun Juan and one of the men went in to shower, while the other two watched TV in the room.
After undressing in the bathroom, the men tied Sun Juan up and left without showering. At the same time,
the other woman in the room was also tied up by the other man. They found out their room number, gagged them
, and carried the two naked women upstairs. When they passed the reception desk,
the two women stomped their feet, but the receptionist was either fast asleep or pretending to be asleep; their
attempt to call for help failed. Two clients entered their room,
ransacked their jewelry and cash, and forced them to reveal their bankbook passwords. One guarded them while the other went out to withdraw money.
They also took their ID cards, threatening to
kill their entire families at the address on their ID cards if they reported it to the police. The two poor girls were left penniless. For the past few months, they had been selling their bodies and smiles
for these two clients, and they were too afraid to report it. Their situation was truly tragic.
The following year, I met Sun Juan at another karaoke bar. She recognized me, her "brother-in-law," and
warmly came in to keep me company for a while. Later, I specifically went to see her, but she wasn't there that day, and I
never saw her again.

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