Vladivostok's nightlife

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After finishing my business in H city, my friend insisted on taking me to see Russia. He mysteriously told me, "My passport is all ready. Let's relax in Vladivostok for a few days; why not?" This friend of mine is the secretary to the general manager of xxx company in H city, Heilongjiang Province. His main job is public relations and receiving business clients. We are both clients and close friends, like brothers, so he and I are completely at ease. I won't call him by his real name here, so I'll just call him "A-Qiang" for now. We crossed the border in Suifenhe by train, then switched to a car. Along the way, we saw endless primeval forests and untouched grasslands. This beautiful and fertile land, which Russia calls the Far East, was originally our country's territory, but it was swallowed up by the Tsarist Empire during the Qing Dynasty and is now our foreign land. That night, we arrived in Vladivostok, which the Russians call Haishen. It's a beautiful, quiet seaside town; you can hardly see any pedestrians on the streets. We stayed at the Vladivostok Hotel, where most of the guests were Chinese, Koreans, and Japanese. A-Qiang seemed quite familiar with everything; many of the hotel's Russian staff greeted him. After dinner at a Chinese restaurant, we returned to the hotel. Seeing that it was still early, A-Qiang led me to the arcade on the first floor. Once inside, I realized this so-called arcade was actually a casino. It was fully equipped with all sorts of machines, including slot machines, but I knew nothing about them. "What do you want to play?" A-Qiang's gaze swept across the lobby. "What do you like to play?" "I don't know how to play anything," I said. "I'm not used to this kind of place." A-Qiang, while selling chips, said, "Well, since you're here, why not give it a try?" He pulled out 500 yuan from his pocket and tossed it on the counter. Apparently, you could use RMB directly here. "I'll just watch you play," I said dismissively. I had absolutely no interest in this smoky, chaotic scene. A pretty Russian girl led us to the card table and then brought us two glasses of wine. I casually lit a cigarette. A little while later, another player arrived. He was very stylishly dressed, greeted us warmly, and sat down opposite us. He said he was Korean, but spoke fluent Chinese. If he hadn't introduced himself, I would have definitely mistaken him for Chinese. It seemed this Korean was a regular; he was poised and spoke very politely. He introduced himself as owning several companies in Northeast China and even Beijing, as well as a supermarket in the Russian Far East. However, most of the goods were Chinese products shipped from Harbin. About fifteen minutes later, before I had even finished my glass of wine, A-Qiang had lost all 500 yuan in chips. A-Qiang laughed and said to me, "Haha, bad luck, I'll come back later." Then he politely shook hands with the Korean to say goodbye. “I’ll take you to see a striptease,” A-Qiang said jokingly, telling me about Russian nightlife and some interesting anecdotes. Actually, I knew a little about Russia’s openness, but this was the first time I’d heard that in the Russian Far East, the law didn’t interfere with nightlife. Not far from the hotel was a seamen’s club, with bursts of pleasant jazz music playing intermittently, and neon lights flashing. Several laser beams flickered in the sky. Several Russian men were soliciting business at the club’s entrance, occasionally asking us and the small groups of pedestrians in English and Chinese. “Sir, looking for girls?” “Hey, want to go to a family-run hotel? It’s cheap.” “Friend, want to see a striptease…” We entered the club; it was quite large, with shops, bars, cafes, gambling rooms, and even a gym around the lobby. A-Qiang was talking to a short Russian man in the lobby; they seemed to know each other well. The short man nodded to me, then gestured, and we went up to the third floor with him. The corridor twisted and turned, filled with jarring music and boisterous laughter. At one corner stood a neon-lit entrance, several nude photos flanking the doorway. Beautiful Russian women, their graceful figures accentuated by the flashing neon lights, were particularly striking. I figured this was probably a strip club. The short man held up one finger to A-Qiang, then three, and A-Qiang gave him 600 rubles. We entered the club. The facilities were incredibly basic: a circular open space with a stainless steel pipe in the center, surrounded by three rows of seats. Several spotlights on the ceiling focused on the center of the dance floor. Despite its simplicity, there were quite a few spectators. The three rows of seats were almost completely full. Because tipping was expected in the front rows, there weren't many people sitting there, so we sat down less than two meters from the pipe. A moment later, jarring music blared, and about a dozen or so completely naked Russian girls, draped in sheer veils, entered and twirled around. These Russian women had absolutely stunning figures, with beautiful curves and high, firm breasts. They smiled and blew kisses to the stunned audience before leaving. After the opening ceremony, the main performance began. The girls took turns appearing, all following the same routine: each one stripped naked, sometimes posing provocatively with a pole, sometimes rolling on the ground, sometimes crawling into the audience and sitting on spectators' laps, occasionally rubbing their beautiful breasts against their faces. Anyone who was teased was expected to tip, but not much, only about ten rubles, roughly three yuan. Ah Qiang, shameless as ever, frequently tipped, using the opportunity to grope the naked Russian women, even slipping tips into one woman's private parts. The women seemed completely unfazed by these actions, letting him grope them as he pleased. Actually, I'd seen striptease performances at the Moulin Rouge in Macau; it was a grand affair, elegant and artistic. While this place wasn't quite as elegant as the Moulin Rouge, it still aroused my desire to the extreme, my little brother throbbing wildly in my pants… The 45-minute performance ended quickly, and Ah-Qiang, in high spirits, wanted to take me to find Russian girls. My own desire was burning, and I desperately wanted to find a place to release it, so I went along with it… The short Russian man led us, and after driving for a while, we arrived at a small building surrounded by pine and birch trees; the environment was elegant and quiet. Ah-Qiang told me that this was similar to a sauna in China, but most of these were privately owned and varied in size. The short man handed Ah-Qiang and me over to a woman who looked like a pig. Without saying a word, the fat woman led us into a lounge, and then called in four or five girls. These girls looked younger than the strippers, each smiling and looking at us expectantly. A-Qiang shoved a tall girl into my arms, then grabbed a blonde girl himself. The other three girls waved to us and left. A-Qiang gave the fat woman 1600 rubles and then pulled his girl into the room. 1600 rubles was the cost of our encounter—very cheap, about 300 yuan per person. I began to scrutinize the Russian girl in front of me. My God, the Creator had crafted her into an absolutely stunning beauty. Long, flowing brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her expression was natural, pure, and vivid. She had a high nose bridge, perfectly trimmed, slender eyebrows, clear, bright grey-blue eyes, and long, fluttering eyelashes. Her delicate, small mouth—all these elements combined to create a captivatingly beautiful face. Her skin was fair and radiant. Her attire was casual yet very fashionable. A white, mini-dress revealed her jade-like legs, high breasts, slender waist, and pert buttocks. She was captivating in both her figure and appearance. I quickly grabbed her hand, and she took the opportunity to kiss me on the cheek. I asked her in English, "What's your name?" "My name is Lida." Ah, a very traditional Russian name. "How old are you?" "21." "What's your job?" "I'm a student.""Rita smiled at me. "I'm a student," she replied in Chinese. She also told me she was studying Chinese at Far Eastern University and hoped to pursue further studies in China in the near future. I was overjoyed that Rita could speak Chinese, because my English was terrible and I was worried about not being able to communicate with her. "Let's go into the room." Rita's pronunciation wasn't perfect, but it was perfectly understandable. I pulled Rita into the private room, which was actually just a bathroom. There was a double bathtub, two sofas, and an old-fashioned coffee table with neatly folded sheets and towels on it. Further in was a low bed. It wasn't much different from a bathhouse in China. Although simple, it was harmonious and elegant. Soft lighting illuminated the erotic nude photos on the walls, arousing my lust and endless fantasies. Rita quickly undressed, revealing her slender figure before me, her delicate waist forming graceful lines. Her round breasts were perfectly proportioned, with shallow areolas and a tender feel. Her high, firm breasts, with their rosy nipples pointing upwards, resembled a pair of tempting peaches. Her snow-white buttocks had fair and lustrous skin. Below her flat stomach was a tuft of brownish-yellow pubic hair, pointing vertically to her mons pubis like an inverted arrow. Her mons pubis resembled a small bun, a mysterious slit dividing it into two halves. My God, she was practically a living Venus before me. I couldn't help but be captivated by Rita's beauty. "Let's take a bath." "Rita smiled sweetly at me and helped me take off my clothes. I then realized what was happening. I quickly put my arm around Rita's shoulder and we stepped into the warm bathtub together… Rita rubbed my back a few times with her soft, delicate hands, then grabbed my already erect penis, rinsing it with water as she looked at it. I think she was probably checking if my genitals were healthy. Her hand formed a ring, rubbing my glans and coronal sulcus from side to side. Damn, it's so itchy, it feels so good. I couldn't resist anymore, I really wanted to immediately insert my penis into her vagina, but then I thought, no, there's still plenty of time, I have to play with her properly, the real show is yet to come… After Rita finished washing me, I washed Rita too, especially…" Her rosy nipples and soft vulva had been washed twice; there was no need to waste any more time. I pulled Rita into the rest room… Rita spread a snow-white sheet on the sofa bed, then raised her hands to encircle my neck, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, my hands grasping her high, pert buttocks. We kissed passionately, a sweet feeling growing in my heart, desire burning like a raging fire, our soft tongues entwined. At that moment, I wished I could swallow Rita whole. After a long, passionate kiss, Rita gently lowered her hands, separating our burning bodies. Rita removed the towel from my body and pushed me down onto the soft bed. She placed her soft, elastic buttocks… She knelt on my lap; she bent down and buried her head in my bare chest, followed by another passionate kiss, our tongues tug-of-war in our mouths. Then she licked my ears, cheeks, chest, nipples, and then wandered over my abdomen with the tip of her tongue. Haha… It was pretty much the same routine as the prostitutes in China… Finally, Rita focused on teasing my genitals. She teased my anus with the tip of her tongue, a technique called "poison dragon" in China—it was ticklish, a tingling sensation that went straight to every nerve, making me feel weak in the knees and numb in the stomach. Then she sucked on my testicles, repeatedly sucking them into her mouth and spitting them out, going back and forth several times until I was completely ecstatic. Then, Rita gave me a blowjob… Her technique was incredibly professional. She cupped my enormous penis in her hands and swallowed it whole—wow, deep enough to reach my throat, every thrust precise and satisfying. Up and down, in and out, circling and licking…it felt amazing. I was completely absorbed, feeling the pleasure of my penis enveloped in her soft, wet, and warm mouth. Her tongue moved rapidly, and my penis throbbed and swelled. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. My rapid breathing, occasional moans, and the soft, sucking sounds of Rita's lips mingled together. Intense pleasure surged through my entire body…I couldn't take it anymore; my desire was burning. With Rita's incredibly skillful ministrations, I felt every nerve trembling at a high frequency. I rolled over and pinned Rita's petite body beneath me; I was completely frantic. I lifted Rita's neck with one hand and gripped her brown hair tightly with the other. I kissed her face passionately, kissed her neck, and smelled the delicate scent of perfume mixed with her skin—a gentle fragrance, the unique scent of a young girl. Rita's eyes were tightly closed, and she was breathing heavily. I lifted her breasts with both hands, buried my face between them, and slid my mouth and tongue between her breasts, slowly moving to her nipples. Her nipples were already hard, the tender red nipples like mulberries. I sucked her nipples into my mouth, circling them with my tongue and teasing them, then sucking hard, repeatedly switching between her breasts. Eating Rita's breasts was a wonderful sensation; they were full and soft, the nipples firm and elastic. Twisting them with my tongue excited me greatly, and Rita began to moan: "Oh-yeah, my gby!"... "My gby!" "...Rita's little pussy is very beautiful, like a tender white bean bun. Her labia majora are closed into a line, tightly wrapping her labia minora and vaginal opening. I pried them open with my hand to reveal the mysterious slit, exposing her delicate pinkish-white labia minora, like smooth jade, so alluring. From the color of those tender red labia minora, it can be seen that Rita's sexual history is not long, perhaps it started recently. I peeled back the skin of her clitoris with my hand, the tender clitoral head like a pink pearl. I touched it, and Rita's whole body trembled, as if she had been electrocuted. As Rita gasped for breath, a pool of crystal clear vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva... I grasped my huge penis and slid the glans along her little slit. The mucus from my urethra mixed with her vaginal fluid, sticky and slippery. The glans had already touched the little hole in the honey slit, the little hole was already open, and with Rita's body trembling, I thrust in. "Wow!" "Rita screamed as my penis slid fully into her honey pot, like a dragon probing a cave, thrusting all the way in. My cock immediately felt tightly enveloped. Her vagina was narrow, the spiraling walls of her vagina gripping my shaft tightly, the warmth and the damp pressure sending waves of pleasure through my body. I began rhythmically thrusting, the glans pressing tightly against her vagina, pumping in and out like a piston, each thrust touching the soft, rounded tip of her cervix deep inside. Rita screamed one moment, then moaned the next… I changed positions, Rita was like a soft, yielding doll, completely at my mercy." Rita's vagina contracted rhythmically in waves, responding to my thrusts with various positions. Warm, wet fluids washed over my penis, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sensations of each position… Suddenly, a thought flashed into my mind: to penetrate her anus. Despite my numerous affairs and frequent encounters with lovers, I had never attempted anal sex. Countless times I had begged my wife and sexual partners, only to be resolutely rejected. Countless times I had considered trying it with a prostitute, but feared they might secretly sabotage my efforts. This prevented me from fulfilling my desire. Now, with Rita so compliant before me, why not fully utilize this testing ground to make up for my lifelong regret…? So I lifted Rita's snow-white buttocks high, just right. I pulled my wet, slippery penis out of her vagina and guided the head of my penis against Rita's tight anus. Clever Rita put her hand in her mouth, her fingers, moistened with saliva, massaging and lubricating her anal area. Then she gently inserted her index finger into her anus, repeating this two or three times. Then I pressed the head of my penis against her. Rita gracefully twisted her waist. As I felt the head of my penis gradually enter, I thrust my lower back forward. My huge penis was inside her. Rita bit her lower lip, involuntarily hissing as she gasped. "Damn," I thought, "anal penetration is much more complicated than vaginal penetration." I never imagined I'd be fucking the anus of such a petite, young, beautiful foreign girl today. I finally got what I wanted, and I felt truly proud. My hands gripped Rita's hips... The thrusting was vigorous. Actually, anal sex and vaginal sex are quite similar, except that the anus felt like a tight rubber band, gripping my penis tightly and increasing the friction. After a few dozen thrusts, I was in ecstasy. Then, Rita's delicate hand reached out, her fingertips gently caressing my perineum and testicles, my pleasure intensifying. The feeling of ejaculation surged through my entire body… Just at this blissful moment, Rita withdrew her penis, knelt sideways at my crotch, and took my shaft into her mouth. Her soft, slippery mouth gripped my cock, moving freely, making soft, sizzling sounds. Wow, I felt incredibly good. The climax arrived, an unparalleled, supreme pleasure erupting from my glans to my penis, quickly spreading throughout my body. My hips trembled involuntarily, and a large amount of semen gushed into Rita's mouth.One, two, three… I ejaculated six or seven times… I was intoxicated by the feeling of floating on air for a while, until the pleasure slowly subsided, and my limp penis slid out of Rita's mouth… Rita looked up at me, then slowly opened her mouth again. Damn, I saw her mouth filled with my pale yellow, viscous semen, emitting a faint talcum powder smell with Rita's breath. Then Rita tilted her head back, swallowed it with a "gulp," and then opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and making a face at me, both funny and cute. I took the opportunity to kiss Rita's forehead. … We spent five or six days in Vladivostok. A-Qiang took me to many places, and every night he would arrange a good spot for me, to recreate the show. But later, my little brother betrayed me; even the prettiest Russian girl couldn't get it going. I also felt dizzy and lightheaded. A-Qiang teased me, saying I was "overdrawn"… Even now, the memory of that time remains vivid; Vladivostok left a deep impression on me. (End)
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