[Young Prostitute] (Revised Version)

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

The Prostitute (Revised Version)

Author: Nujia
Published: 2002/05/16 on: Fengyue Continent

The night was quiet, sleepless.

Ke'er lay beside me, her head resting on my chest, her slender, soft hands on my shoulders, revealing
the infinite attachment and love a woman has for her husband after making love. I felt an indescribable tenderness and affection, gently stroking her
young but full breasts; pregnancy and breastfeeding had made her figure fuller.

Our eyes were tacitly focused on the crib, watching the sweetly sleeping baby. He was our
child, three months old.

Ke'er gave birth to my child; she was too young, and the delivery was a bit difficult. The baby was fine, and Ke'er
was alright, so I breathed a sigh of relief. Three months later, we made love, giving her the womanly pleasure she had longed to experience
. It was my responsibility as a husband to make her happy in bed, and her right as a wife.

Ke'er became a mother and wife at such a young age, and without her mother by her side, she often didn't know if she was doing things
right, such as how she should behave in bed with her husband. What she didn't understand, and wouldn't understand, was
the complex emotions that stirred within me every time I suggested making love. I used countless excuses to postpone it
. Each time, she was disappointed and confused, and I blamed myself, unable to bear the conflicting feelings.

She thought I was disgusted with her, rejecting her. She saw that my penis was clearly erect,
yet I refused to be intimate with her, saying we should wait until after the baby was born. Actually, there's nothing wrong with a pregnant woman having sex; it won't affect
the fetus. I wanted to make love with her too, but I couldn't let go of some things. I
'd I hesitated when it came to sex.

I can't even remember how many women I've wronged, but I couldn't wrong her. We only had a one-night
stand, and later I found out she was pregnant with my child. So, I let her stay with me and acknowledged that I was
the father. Is this what they call shotgun wedding? No one coerced me, no woman could force me to marry her; it was my
own choice , for a secret I couldn't reveal to anyone.

I had repented for it, but I decided to make up for any wrongs I had done to her with my love. Ironically, even she
didn't know what I had done to her; instead, she thought I was her benefactor.

I love her, truly love her, more than any woman I had ever played with or thought I loved before
.

Ke'er believes she is the happiest and most joyful wife in the world. Because whatever she wants, her husband
will give her. She believes she will have a fulfilling sex life with me.

She asks me if I'm satisfied with her? Satisfied with her performance in bed?

I say, satisfied, satisfied, I've done very well; this is only the second time we've made love.

I fear I haven't been good enough to her. I hope she is completely satisfied, while I, on the other hand, feel guilty for the sexual
pleasure . This is the punishment!

My first encounter with Ke'er was an arrangement that I consider almost absurd. A friend invited me back to the mainland
to help set up a highly profitable international school.

This friend treated me in a peculiar way: after the welcome-home dinner, a
gift —it was her.

She was just a young girl, plain-looking, but clearly not a woman of the night. Although she tried to dress more
maturely , the makeup couldn't mask her childishness and flustered expression.

I was given half a bottle of Louis XVI, seemingly drunk, but my intellectual conscience still held sway.
I had experienced youthful pleasures, but had never frequented a brothel. But seeing that she was about the same age as my students, and knowing I couldn't
sleep with an underage girl, I said, "Go back!"

Standing at the door, she seemed about to cry upon hearing this, bowing her head and pleading, "Sir, please don't send me
away, please let me stay!"

"I'll pay you, you can go! How much?"

"I've received the money. If I leave now, they'll think I haven't served their esteemed guest well,
they'll blame me, and they won't hire me anymore, then I won't have enough money for school."

"Is it a lot of money?"

"A lot. I agreed to work for them, and they're paying my tuition. You're my first customer;
if you kick me out, my tuition will be gone. Sir, please have pity on me, let me stay, I'll make
you happy, I'll do whatever you ask..."

"Good heavens, is this really true!"

Perhaps the alcohol clouded my judgment; or perhaps my intellectual conscience couldn't bear to abandon a poor
little girl. She said it was for her education. I was skeptical, but how could I, someone who came to establish a school, turn her
away ?

I let her in, and she slipped into the bathroom, took off her clothes, put on the hotel's bathrobe, and sat down on
the bed .

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.

"First time. They insist on a virgin, sir, please tell them I'm a virgin," she
said shyly.

What a beautiful young woman, bright eyes, white teeth, and flawless skin. I told myself she was too young, not
suitable for me. Reality forced me to make her a gift to me.

This was her fate. Tonight, several of us are traveling together, and each room has a girl as a companion. If
she falls into someone else's hands, she won't be cherished and will suffer even worse treatment. I won't sleep with her tonight;
someone else will sleep with her tomorrow night and the night after …

"Did you bring any condoms?"

"They told me that even if a customer doesn't want to wear a condom, I have to. Sir, don't worry, I'm a virgin,
clean ."

"Then, did you bring any?" "

I'm sorry, I didn't. Nobody gave me any, and I didn't know I had to bring any. Please believe me, I'm clean
, I don't have any STDs."

I felt extremely sad. This girl didn't even know how to protect herself, how could I bear to defile her
pure and innocent body? I hesitated.

Seeing that I still didn't make a move, she said, "Sir, would you like me to take off all my clothes? Or would you prefer to undress me yourself
?"

If she wanted me to see her naked body earlier, she wouldn't have gone into the bathroom to change. A
strange man, her customer, undressing her, seeing her still-developing body, taking her
virginity —it was too humiliating for a young girl.

While I hesitated, she loosened her belt herself, and her snow-white, smooth shoulders slipped out of her bathrobe.
She closed her eyes, preparing to surrender herself to a transaction involving her body.

I loosened my tie and came to her side, carefully lifting her bathrobe. She shivered.

A young girl's naked body couldn't escape my gaze, trembling uncontrollably. Her breasts were slightly full and firm, the nipples
like flower buds, tender and dewy; her armpits were hairless, her skin delicate and supple, full of flesh yet with soft bones. Her hands were placed on her thighs,
as if trying to cover her lower body but not daring to; her legs were slightly parted, her pubic hair fine and sparse, the triangle of her vulva completely exposed, even
her two tender labia were visible to me. The lines of her body flowed from her waist down her legs to her toes, lying motionless
, like a piece of uncut jade being sculpted.

I gently pressed my palm against her lower abdomen, feeling her body temperature, and she instinctively contracted her body.

"Are you scared?" "No, I don't know..." she answered irrelevantly, still keeping her eyes closed. Well, perhaps it would be more comfortable

not to see the fear in her eyes . A little girl whose name I didn't even know wanted me to have sex with her. Kissing her was probably a sign of respect, making her feel like my little lover. Many women in the brothel today don't offer . My lips touched her bright red lips, a gentle kiss, a delicate fragrance. Every movement I made was extremely gentle , a gesture of tenderness. I didn't care what her name was—Xiaoyu, Xiaoli, Xiaodie—it was probably a stage name made up for a client. Meeting her by chance, our physical intimacy tonight felt like brushing past each other in a sea of people. I don't know if it was because she had no experience with intercourse, or if her soul wasn't in her body, but she lay on my bed without resistance, her body completely open, yet seemingly closed, leaving this seasoned lover at a loss for where to begin. I could only embrace her; her body was so light, she curled timidly in my arms. I gently stroked her back with my palm, sliding down her spine, supporting her taut buttocks. This unfamiliar, youthful face pressed against my chest. She was smaller than when I had seen her clothed earlier, barely reaching my shoulder. She tried to appear calm, but her panic was evident, revealing her childishness. I guessed she was only fourteen or fifteen, or perhaps only twelve or thirteen. I couldn't believe she was so young. However, my mind was blank, following the excitement I felt from this naked little girl lying on my bed, and the direction pointed to by the hard, iron-like spear on my body. A scene flashed through my mind from the movie *Lolita*, from the black-and-white film era decades ago, where James Mason played a professor seducing his young stepdaughter, Lolita . What I was about to do was the illicit love affair in the hotel scene that wasn't shown in the movie; the film censorship of that time wouldn't allow such scenes. Some say you can feel the hymen with your fingers, but that's just boasting; you can't actually feel it. I could feel her clitoris but not her hymen. I believed she was a virgin, inexperienced in sex. Judging from the tightness and lubrication , I knew not many people had had sex there. I didn't want to grope her, but I needed to give her more stimulation to make her vagina more lubricated. I teased her . Her brows furrowed, and she bit her lip, as if she were about to endure something. Her hips began to roll, like a pair of beads in my palm. Her soft, small hands rested on my shoulders, so her bare breasts weren't completely exposed to me. Her vulva gradually adapted to the exploration and guidance of my fingers, opening slightly. I felt her labia swell a little, but still not wet enough; I feared she couldn't accommodate me inside her. I lifted her hips, and her body thrust forward, allowing me to enter a little, just , before slipping out again. I did it again, entering a little more, inch by inch, slowly penetrating deeper until I couldn't go any deeper, perhaps reaching the very bottom. She could only accommodate a few inches of me. I heard her cry out; in my experience, that wasn't pleasure, but a reaction to pain. It was too deep! I believed that if I were her lover, she might relax a bit and be more receptive . I thrust in and out, hoping she could share even the slightest pleasure. Her breasts were firm, her body temperature was rising, and her small breasts felt fuller to the touch. However, she didn't know how to make any seductive moans to please her clients; all she made were soft, guttural groans and increasingly labored breathing. As for me, I thrust in and out, her firm breasts rubbing against me with each stroke , sending waves of pleasure to my penis, then up my spine, all the way to the back of my head. Even after ejaculating, I didn't want to stop until I saw tears streaming down her face. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a towel to dry myself. When I came out, she was covered naked by the sheet, her face flushed, watching my actions . I took out all the money in my wallet and handed it to her, saying, "Here, this is enough for tuition, right? Go and don't come out to solicit customers anymore." "Sir, thank you. You're such a kind person. I'd like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?" "What is it? Tell me." "They said you're here to open an international school, is that right?" "That's right." "Please take me as a student at your school!" "You became a prostitute just to raise money for an international school? Why would you want to attend the most expensive international school?" "Before my mother died, she told me to find a way to go to America to find my father. I think attending an international school is a way to go abroad." "Where is your father?" "He's an overseas Chinese from America who used to teach in China. My mother and he were colleagues; you might know him." "What's his name?" When she said her father's English name, I was so shocked I almost had a heart attack. The person she was looking for was none other than me… [The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/204914.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=204914&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : 【This is not the fate I wanted】(141-160) Author: 2473530790

Next Page : My experience of being raped in a shady hotel near Zhengzhou Railway Station