College student working as call girl

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Well, I rode my bike to the East District for a bit to kill some time, but by midnight I was too tired, so I decided to stay at a hostel. I found one that looked fairly clean, not one of those with dark glass doors, old and dirty signs that looked cheap, and not some "luxury hotel" with a sign that said "XX Luxury Hotel." Inside, the receptionist was an older woman who said there were no single rooms left, so I had to stay in a double room. She only charged me the single room price. After registering my name and getting the key, I went up to my room on the third floor. The facilities were fairly clean, the sheets and comforter were neat and tidy, and the plain curtains paired with light yellow wallpaper showed the owner had put in a lot of effort. Ring…ring…ring… Strange, there's a phone call. How could someone be calling?"What are you looking for, sir? Maybe the counter needs to give me some instructions!" "Hello! Sir! Would you like someone to keep me company?" Keep me company? Strange, what for? Oh! I know, it's to call a prostitute. At that moment, a wicked thought popped into my head: Anyway, no one here will recognize me, so I'll indulge in this evil act. "Okay." After hanging up, I immediately regretted it. I'm still a virgin, giving my first time to a prostitute like this is really not worth it. And what if she's ugly, looks like an old hag? What if I get infected? Herpes, syphilis, cysts, even AIDS, my life would be over. The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. My heart pounded faster and faster, I became more and more nervous, and cold sweat poured down my back. No, no, I can't keep messing around like this. I bravely picked up the phone and told the counter I didn't want it anymore. Just as I picked up the receiver... Ring ring... Ring ring... Oh no! It's the doorbell. The girl had arrived. Oh well, whatever, I couldn't be so unlucky as to get pregnant on my first try, so I gritted my teeth and opened the door. A pretty girl stood outside, her face bare of makeup, but it was clear—she was very beautiful. She wore a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and jeans, white canvas shoes, and had long, flowing hair. She smiled slightly at me: "Hi! Hello." In front of such a beautiful girl, I suddenly became flustered, stammering, "Okay...okay...ahhh." I answered blankly, wondering if she had come to the wrong room, because she looked like an ordinary college girl on campus, not at all like the call girl I had in mind. "Excuse me, miss, are you looking for...?" I needed to make sure she wasn't in the wrong room, lest she do something inappropriate. But that seemed unnecessary, because she had already taken off her t-shirt. Her bra was strapless, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups covering half of her full breasts. The pale pink lace bra tightly supported her ample bosom, the well-fitting design perfectly filling her breasts, making them stand tall and proud—at least 33 inches high, as perky as those women in those lactation pill advertisements. The slightly pointed center of the rounded cups—definitely her nipples. I felt a strange pressure in the front of my pants, a constant swelling, swelling… The bikini photos of beauty pageant contestants, the kind of female bodies that had made me masturbate until my legs went weak—were actually appearing before my eyes. She seemed used to men's stunned expressions, tossing her hair back, tilting her head, and smiling, saying, "Am I beautiful?" I opened my mouth, but was too nervous to speak. She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped her zipper, took off her pants, and kicked off her shoes. Every movement was so smooth and natural, so unpretentious, as if she were preparing to take a shower in her own bathroom. Her panties were white, with white lace trim, the triangle area slightly raised, vaguely showing a blurry black shadow, highlighting her slender waist. Her thighs were very shapely, as alluring as a Xiao Qiang pantyhose advertisement. She took my hand, giving me a sudden electric shock, like when I secretly held the hand of my crush while crossing the street, both nervous and excited. She pulled me to the bathroom door, turning back: "Take off your clothes outside first." I hastily took off my shirt and pants, leaving only my panties, and walked to the bathroom door, taking a deep breath and pinching my thigh hard, the pain making me believe I wasn't dreaming. When I entered the bathroom, she had already taken off her bra and panties, completely naked, her slender hands gently rubbing her nipples, a tuft of hair between her teeth, making her shoulder-length hair look somewhat messy. Her genitals were covered in thick pubic hair. Seeing a woman's dark, rosy area for the first time, my breathing became quite rapid. Before I could even react, she had already slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasping my throbbing, hard penis and slowly rubbing it. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I almost suffocated. When she pulled down my underwear, my erect penis stood proudly erect, swollen and red, becoming even harder and more vigorous under her gentle caresses. One hand supported the base of my penis, while the other skillfully played with my testicles. Waves of heat surged from my genitals, running down my spine to my head. Having never been with a woman before, I couldn't withstand the stimulation; I felt a surge of fluid about to burst from my glans. No! No, it would be too embarrassing to ejaculate like this; she would definitely laugh at me. I clenched my buttocks tightly to prevent ejaculation. She probably noticed my embarrassment, removed her hands from my penis, and began lathering her body with soap. "Sit on the stool," she told me, turning on the shower and wetting me. I thought she was going to lather me, but instead, she started using her soap-covered pubic hair to scrub my back, from my back, shoulders, and chest. Naturally, I lay down so she could straddle me and scrub my genitals. This kind of bathing with pubic hair was far more skillful than simply using her hands to lather me, and it excited me to the fullest. She took a mouthful of hot water, and as I wondered what she was going to do, I felt a surge of heat on my glans. She took my glans in her mouth, slowly swirling her tongue around it, gently licking it, stimulating it back and forth with the hot water. This time, I really couldn't resist. A strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain—a sudden, unexpected stimulation that I couldn't even anticipate, brief yet intense. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid gushing from the glans into her mouth. She gripped the base and continued to pump back and forth, subjecting my penis to even more intense and prolonged stimulation. All the muscles in my body tensed to the limit, blood almost entirely concentrated in my genitals, to experience the ultimate carnal pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed, I collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. She smiled contentedly, sucking the last drop of semen from my defeated, rooster-like glans, then tilted her head back and swallowed the hot water and my semen in one gulp. This shocked me deeply. I had never tasted that thick, white, sticky fluid when I masturbated, yet this woman was not only willing to give me oral sex but also swallow my ejaculated semen. An old saying goes, "One drop of semen is worth nine drops of blood," perhaps explaining her stunning figure and alluring, fair skin. After washing herself clean, she draped a towel over herself and went to bed first. I grasped my limp penis, trying to revive it, but to no avail. Suddenly, I remembered those impotent old men in movies, desperately trying to get an erection from their beautiful young wives, drinking turtle blood and eating whips, but to no avail, only to be mocked by them. Oh no! This is just foreplay, and I'm already unable to get it up. The main course hasn't even started yet! Being unable to get it up is a small matter; being mocked and humiliated is a much bigger problem. I shouldn't have gotten so excited and used up all my energy. I rubbed and kneaded for ages, and it was all too embarrassing. "Come to the bed, I'll help you." My face flushed; she saw right through me. I draped a towel over myself, like a schoolboy afraid of being scolded by the teacher, timidly sitting on the edge of the bed. She hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Is this your first time?" I nodded, my face instantly turning as red as Guan Yu's. It was so embarrassing; I wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground. "It's okay, I'll teach you slowly." I was filled with regret. I shouldn't have let her in in the first place. It would have been better to just sleep alone for the night. Now it's not me sleeping with her, but her sleeping with me. I really don't know if I paid for her or she paid for me, or who's really enjoying themselves. The most pitiful thing is that I was played with and still have to pay her. I started to hate her. She made me lie on the bed with my legs spread, and she lay on top of me, stroking my genitals with her hand. Faced with the provocation of this serpentine beauty, my useless little brother was still shrinking like a clump of wrinkled flesh. "Let's rest for a bit and watch some porn before we continue." I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. It was a Japanese porn movie, and the female lead was very beautiful. She nestled naked against my chest, one hand on my shoulder, the other roaming over my genitals. As I played with her breasts, my energy seemed to gradually return. When I saw the male lead forcefully tear open the girl's bra, my little brother suddenly grew and grew stronger. I leaned down and pressed my body against hers, squeezing each breast in one hand, burying my face in her cleavage, then pressing her breasts against my cheeks to savor the exquisite touch, greedily inhaling the rich, milky scent emanating from her beautiful breasts. With each breath, her hemispherical breasts, gradually swelling, unfolded before my eyes, pink nipples erect on the large, caressed areolas, radiating intense, hungry energy. Although I had no experience with sex, under her guidance, she grasped my penis and guided it to her vulva. My hard shaft parted her moist labia, boldly entering her vagina. The warm, soft shaft inside felt slippery, with a slight pressure like a hand gripping it, and a warm, enveloping sensation. My erect penis was inserted between her closed thighs, enduring the sensation of her thick pubic hair and the impending explosion of desire as the glans was gripped.I gripped her fleshy buttocks even tighter, violently pressing her genitals closer. My hands pressed against her buttocks, causing her delicate thighs to slam against my testicles. I increased my speed, finally letting out a shout as I forcefully spread her beautiful legs, thrusting in even more violently. Her complete lack of resistance ignited my animalistic desires, making me want nothing more than to frantically pump in her warm body, to bite her blooming areolas and chew them in my thirsty mouth. Her face flushed red, appearing so alluring in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Her lips parted slightly, then wide open, uttering indistinct murmurs of desire. I don't know how much time passed, but in my frenzied enjoyment, a tightening sensation ran through my genitals, accompanied by a surge of nerve current shooting from my spine to my brain. I squeezed her breasts even harder, letting my penis thrust in and out of her. She swayed her hips, using her feminine advantages to cooperate, letting out even more intense moans and groans of pleasure. This was the ultimate pleasure in the world, man and woman completely united. I withdrew my penis from her body, a thin layer of sticky fluid clinging to our genitals. The thick black pubic hair was now covered in slippery love juice, while she closed her eyes, lost in the bliss of it all. Her breasts were already covered with my bite marks and the marks of my violent fingernails. I lay beside her, drenched in sweat and limp, one hand around her shoulder, the other still roaming over her breasts. The hard nipples gradually softened, and the engorged breasts slowly subsided. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but in a hazy state, I felt a pair of slender hands roaming over my body, and a faint fragrance of orchids wafted by. I opened my eyes and saw that she had finished showering and was still naked, her hands caressing my chest. "Are you still up for it? Shall we do it again?" I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't obey me; I had truly overindulged. I gave a wry smile and shook my head. She didn't say anything, but her hands had already seized my penis, playing with it at will. I was completely powerless, but my penis quickly became erect under her manipulation, even feeling a burning pain during the erection. I knew all too well that I couldn't continue. I tried to calm my mind and think of mountains, trees, babbling brooks, even electromagnetism, which I hated the most, but none of it worked. It was as if she had acupunctured my entire body, leaving me numb, but she had left one spot untouched for her to play with. As her tongue swirled around the head of my penis, a mixture of excitement and pain surged up, an indescribable mix of pleasure and agony. She straddled me, using her feminine advantage to penetrate me, moving wildly and obliviously. This time, the sensation in my penis wasn't pleasure, but waves of pain, like the agony of repeatedly masturbating. This was practically rape. I thought to myself. Poor me, all my virginity was wasted on a prostitute after my first time. She had no mercy whatsoever. I wondered what it felt like for a woman to be raped by a man. I only knew that after her several thrusts, my lust was reignited. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, forcing her to lean towards me so I could suckle her breasts. In one swift motion, I flipped her over, pinning her beneath me. "Fine! You want to rape me? Let me fuck you properly first!" I roughly bit and grabbed her, forcefully squeezing and kneading her breasts, then biting her nipples hard, making her scream in agony. I showed her no mercy, forcing open her tightly clenched thighs, letting my penis thrust wildly inside her, pounding through her softest flesh with my hard shaft, striking her most intimate parts with my testicles. I fantasized that I was a brutal laborer, raping the long-desired Maggie Cheung on a dirty construction site. Her screams grew sharper and sharper, indistinguishable between cries of pleasure and pleas for mercy. With each thrust, the sensations rising from my genitals were indistinguishable between pleasure and excruciating pain. I only knew I wanted to fuck you hard, you slut, even if you're a great international superstar, I'll still make you cry for your parents under my penis. This is rape, this is rape! Every man's dream girl, Maggie Cheung, is being raped by me. I'm going to fuck you until you're ecstatic! She seemed to be in unbearable pain, her pretty face contorted beyond recognition as she began to resist, struggling violently with her hands. But I had already lost my mind; the more she resisted, the more excited I became, like an exhibitionist who gets more pleasure from a woman's screams. Besides, her figure was so amazing, and her face so beautiful. To be able to rape Maggie Cheung was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could I let it go so easily? I suddenly slapped her several times, bright red finger marks immediately staining her cheeks. She cried even louder, and my latent lust began to burn hot. Slap! Slap! The crisp sounds hit her heaving breasts. "No! No! I don't want it!" Just kidding, you asked first. When you were on top of me, did you ask if I wanted it? Now that I've had my way with you, you don't want it anymore? It's not that easy. I tightened my grip on her hands, rendering her immobile. I forcefully spread her overly taut thighs and violently pounded my penis against her clitoris, pressing the head of my penis against her labia. Although I had never raped anyone before, and hadn't even had sex before today, it was a man's instinct. Besides, I had already raped Maggie Cheung countless times under the covers while masturbating. Her screams turned into wails. "Please, please stop! I can't stand the pain! Let me go!" Her face was already covered in tears, and her limbs no longer struggled. Her mournful face kept pleading with me. No, no! You asked for this, and besides, I haven't even ejaculated yet. I thrust my penis into her vagina again with a vicious thud, hearing her pitiful scream, which only fueled my lust. I truly am a perverted sex fiend. I gripped her breasts and swayed my hips harder, making her cry out again and again until my penis convulsed uncontrollably, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I pulled out of her vagina, forcefully pried open her mouth with both hands, letting my penis spray into her mouth, thick fluid filling her entire mouth, before I withdrew with satisfaction. I opened my eyes and peeked at her face. She seemed to have long since lost the expression of pain she had shown earlier. Instead, she was enjoying herself, dipping her fingers in the semen from her lips and then sucking it out. I knew she was faking it just now; she must have been so turned on by how much I fucked her. These women just need to be fucked. I've even heard that some virgins, when raped, unconsciously reach orgasm, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure, and afterwards they savor the aftertaste. No wonder women rarely report rape, and are even raped again and again. The reason is simply that they subconsciously have a desire to be raped, but it's suppressed by societal norms. Especially the more dignified a woman is, the more lewd she becomes in bed. The reason is simple: she's been suppressed for too long. Like Xiaoyu, the most beautiful girl in our department, who fell in love with the scumbag Atai in our class, and supposedly slept with him after only two dates. Damn, she looks so pure and innocent, I've had a crush on her for so long, but I just couldn't muster the courage. I never imagined she'd be so shameless. If I had known, I would have asked her out and forced myself on her like today; maybe she'd be mine now. "So good! So good! You're amazing! I've never had such an orgasm before," my Zhang Manyu said. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at my own virility. Looking at the bruises all over her body, I felt a strange pleasure; I didn't know if she was the pervert or I was. Suddenly, I wished I could actually rape Maggie Cheung, or Joey Wong, or Hsiao-Chiang. Hearing their moans and cries would be even more exciting. I got off the bed naked, sat down in a chair, and lit a cigarette. I watched her on the bed, eyes closed, hands kneading her breasts, seemingly savoring the moment. Her body was truly beautiful—high breasts, a slender waist, long thighs, and delicate calves—a stunning beauty. I couldn't understand why she was out there. Was she short of money? Or was she just driven by lust? I felt sorry for her. Thinking about it, those movie stars and models, like Maggie Cheung or Hsiao-Chiang, didn't they all make money with their looks? The only difference was whether we knew if they sold themselves. Maybe a rich guy could earn a million or half a million a night, and Brigitte Lin could still lie naked in bed and let anyone have their way with her. "You're still a student, aren't you?" I suddenly asked curiously. "Why are you asking? People in our line of work don't have connections." "It's nothing, never mind. You don't look like someone in this line of work; you look more like a college student, and I'm a college student myself." "I'm a junior, sociology major. Surprised?" "Not really. I'm just curious, someone as pretty as you, why are you here?" "Different perspectives, I guess! I'm not vain, I'm not short of money, and I'm not struggling academically. On the contrary, I get scholarships every semester. I just want to experience a different side of life, unlike college students who are confined to an ivory tower, completely unaware of the realities of society." "How long have you been doing this?" "More than half a year. There are seven of us girls renting an apartment together. We're all top students from our respective schools. We take turns picking each other up every day, and in the evenings we also tutor." "Do the other students know?" "Of course I don't know. I'm a good student at school, I run clubs, participate in activities, and many boys pursue me, but I don't have a boyfriend. I really wonder if those boys who pursue me would continue if they found out one day that their Snow White could be bought?" "Of course we wouldn't sleep with just anyone, customers..."I have to screen people beforehand, and I only accept clients I'm satisfied with. The most important thing is that they register for accommodation using their real names (ID card, driver's license, etc.) to avoid any potential risks. Secondly, they need to look clean and presentable, and have a legitimate occupation for us to feel at ease. "And I'll only take the same client a maximum of three times to avoid any emotional entanglements." "How long do you plan to do this?" "I'll stop taking clients once I have enough money to study abroad. I want to focus on dating." I suddenly wondered, "Were you really in pain just now?" "Haha," she laughed, making me feel embarrassed. "I could tell it was your first time. Actually, when a woman reaches orgasm, she can't distinguish whether it's more physical pain or intense physical pleasure. Like the first time I had sex with a man, the pain of my hymen being torn mixed with wave after wave of rising pleasure gave me extreme satisfaction and made me scream loudly. That was a scream from the heart from the true orgasm. Only women can understand this subtle feeling. So I think you men are pathetic. Although you're all lustful, no one can get the same pleasure from sex as a woman's orgasm. It's just the release of animalistic desires. It's really pathetic. Your penis was just a tool for me to reach orgasm. You really thought you were raping me?" I lay down on the bed with my back to her. Although I was exhausted, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My heart was filled with endless emotions. She wasn't your average dull college student; on the contrary, she must be incredibly intelligent and knew exactly how to navigate her own path. It's hard to say whether her actions were right or wrong—it was her own choice, so right or wrong didn't really matter. But if she were my girlfriend, no matter how beautiful or slender she was, I absolutely wouldn't want her. Thinking about this, I eventually fell asleep. The next day, I was awakened by the blinding sunlight. Good heavens, it was 3:15 PM! I tried to get up, but my whole body felt weak and powerless, my muscles aching and sore. Shaking my head, I recalled last night, it still felt like a dream, only in the dream she was long gone. Turning my head, a bright red figure came into view. Good heavens! It was a red envelope, the price I paid for losing my virginity. Next to it was a small note: "Hope you slept well, and I hope to serve you again—Jenny." Holding the note, I stared blankly, recalling the events of last night, her soft body, her full breasts—everything felt so real. But the price was ten thousand NT dollars, a whole month's rent and living expenses, far beyond my means. Although she later said I was also a university student and she had a good time, so she would only charge me half price and then a 20% discount, making it only four thousand NT dollars, it was still a month's food money. Forget it, forget all that! I don't have the means to squander it; she will never belong to a man like me. I took out a lighter and burned the note, struggled to get up, put on my clothes, and stepped out of the hotel. Today, another brand new day. Postscript: I believe those who read this will absolutely not believe it's true. Before, I was like you, always hearing rumors that a certain college girl in Shilin was working as a prostitute at night, and I always listened with a grain of salt. Moreover, I never imagined before that I, a coward who only knows how to use a computer, trembles at the sight of a beautiful woman, and stutters when I speak, would stay in a hotel and even dare to solicit prostitutes. It's truly unimaginable. But it happened to me, so I have to admit it did happen. Whether you believe it or not, I'm just recounting my experience; consider it another legend! Who cares? [The End]

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