An unforgettable day

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My wife went home for Chinese New Year. That night, a buddy of mine called and said we were going out for drinks. We ended up drinking until after 11 pm, and then he said, "Let's not go back." I knew what he meant as soon as I heard that, so I nodded, and we tacitly headed to a bathhouse!
Since we'd both drunk quite a bit, we didn't say anything when we got there and just booked two rooms, telling the waiter we wanted two of the more upscale ones. Then I waited in the room for the girls. I waited for about half an hour before the girls came. I remember I was almost asleep, and I only vaguely saw a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old come in. She had short hair, was quite cute, and wore light makeup, but she was obviously a kid. I was going to say something about why she was taking so long, but I could tell from her appearance that she was new to the industry, so I didn't say anything. I made room for her on the bed and waited for her to undress and come up. Unexpectedly, she lay down next to me, grabbed my arm, hugged me, pressed herself against my chest, and said, "Brother, can you turn off the light first?"
"Damn," I thought to myself, "Wow, even prostitutes are going for the innocent look these days!" She said this while putting her arm around my neck and pulling my face towards her with her other hand, kissing me on the lips, then looking at me with her big, blinking eyes. That's when I got a good look at her: a baby face, very clean, with a small mole between her eyebrows, her nose and mouth perfectly proportioned, and lip gloss that glistened under the light. This kind of girl would be a stunning beauty wherever she went, with an innocent and adorable look.
Just as I was wondering why she was working as a prostitute, she reached out and turned off the main light switch by the bed, plunging the room into darkness. I felt her put one leg on my stomach, lean most of her body against me, and then, with her head resting on my shoulder, start unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time…
I'm not sexually frustrated; I'm here to have fun. Since you're going to play like this, I'm not in a hurry. Let's all play together, it's all just one night anyway!
I placed my hand on the leg that was pressing against me and stroked it back and forth. I had seen earlier that she was wearing black stockings, and now that I touched them, they were indeed very smooth! Just as I placed my hand on her leg, I felt her breathing become noticeably more rapid. At this point, she had already unbuttoned my shirt and made me stand up, and then she started to undo my belt.
No wonder she's a newcomer; she spent a full five minutes trying to undo my belt. Finally, I had to hold her and let her sit on me, and she managed to undo it with both hands. Then she slowly pulled down my pants, leaving only my underwear. By then, I was incredibly aroused, my underwear bulging. I heard her giggle twice, and then I felt her straddling my lap, her hand rubbing against my bulge…
I couldn't resist her touch, and with a sudden movement, I pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her beneath me, and pressed my erection firmly against her skirt. Just as I was about to take off her stockings, she grabbed my hand and said, "No… please don't take them off!" Damn, she seduced me and now she
won't let me take them off? This girl is unprofessional! I thought to myself, "You think I won't take them off just because you tell me not to? How am I supposed to do it if I don't?" Then I ignored her and continued pulling at the stockings. Anyway, I was making pretty big movements, and she kept twisting under me, making me feel like I was raping her.
I had already drunk some alcohol and didn't want to move, and with her acting like this, I got really annoyed. I pointed at her and cursed: "Are you fucking going to do it or not? If not, find someone else!" She was startled by my shout, then got up and sat in front of me with a wronged look on her face, saying: "Brother, don't rush, let's take it slow..."
After she finished speaking, she pushed me back onto the bed and knelt between my legs. I'm not a novice, so of course I knew what she was going to do, and I cooperated by spreading my legs apart. She didn't take off my underwear, she just pulled my penis out from the side. When she took it out, I heard her gasp. Then I proudly lay on the bed enjoying her playing with it. After she fiddled with it for a while, I suddenly felt a heat down there, followed by her even breathing on my lower abdomen...
I won't go into the details, but that girl's oral skills were amazing. She went deep throat every time, and several times I hit her throat so hard she gagged, but that didn't stop her. I was worried she might not be able to hold it in and throw up on me.
Actually, I quite enjoyed the feeling, but seeing that she didn't seem to be stopping, I thought, "If you keep sucking like this, I'm going to ejaculate soon, and I'm paying for it!"
So I grabbed her hair with both hands and lifted her up. She was licking enthusiastically when she saw me lift her up and looked at me with her big, questioning eyes. I didn't beat around the bush and said directly to her: "We should get down to business!"
She smiled and said, "Brother, you're really in a hurry." Then she lay back down on the bed. I thought she would take off her clothes this time. Through the light from the window, I saw her spread her legs and lift her skirt up to her waist. She covered her crotch with her hands. Just as I was about to take off her clothes, I heard a "ripping" sound, and then she said softly, "Brother, let's go in through the middle of the stockings!"
Holy crap, she's playing the stocking seduction game with me! I said, "Wow, you're really good at this, sis," and then I reached between her legs. I discovered she wasn't wearing underwear. What was I waiting for? I immediately lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, then thrust forward. She was incredibly cooperative throughout; I could tell she was skilled, a pro. Whether it was changing positions as I requested or the moans she made after being penetrated, everything was perfectly executed. I usually finish in about half an hour, but yesterday, for some reason, I was unusually vigorous. I stripped off all her clothes, even ripping her stockings, leaving strips hanging on her legs. Several times, she begged me to stop, but I maintained a certain pace. I finished when she was convulsing!
Afterwards, I was completely exhausted, lying on the bed panting heavily, while she leaned limply against my shoulder, seemingly drained as well.
I lay there for about five or six minutes, finally managing to catch my breath and wanting a smoke. As I got up and turned on the bedside lamp, I suddenly heard a scream. Then I saw the girl, who had almost fainted, grab the blanket and burrow back under it with lightning speed…
I asked her what was wrong. “Sorry!” she said. She poked her head out, tucked the blanket under her neck, and nodded at me. I said, “What’s there to be sorry about? We were so passionate just now, I’ve touched every inch of your skin. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” I said, pulling at her blanket, while she blushed and held on tightly. She looked incredibly cute. If I hadn’t just been intimate with her, I would have doubted whether this girl in front of me was a virgin!
I told her to be good and let me see what kind of body could make me so ecstatic. But she just kept shaking her head with wide eyes, and after a while of coaxing, it didn't work. I got angry. Damn it, she's so ungrateful! I grabbed the blanket and yanked it to the floor!
The moment I lifted it, it felt like countless tiny powders flew up, and it was like snow was falling all around me. Just as I was wondering what was happening, I saw the girl curled up at the head of the bed. Seeing me staring at her patchy red and white skin, she said in terror, "I...I've had psoriasis for years..."
I was initially very angry—partly disgusted, and partly feeling like I'd been tricked—but when I saw the look in her eyes, my anger vanished. Seeing her still curled up by the bed, I felt incredibly sorry for her. So I shook off the dandruff that had fallen on my head and went to her. For some reason, when I saw the fish-scale-like scabs on her skin, I felt a strange surge of emotion.
I pulled her into my arms, and then I saw a tear roll down her cheek as she asked, "Brother, don't you mind?" I touched her arm, which was covered in scabs, with one hand and put my arm around her neck with the other, and told her that I didn't mind! Then she buried her head in my chest, and I put the hand that had been around her neck on her back.
As soon as I laid her down, I noticed her back seemed to be more severely affected than her arms and legs. Except for the middle of her back, which appeared unusually smooth, probably because the scabs had been removed during the treatment, the rest of her back was very rough. However, I wasn't particularly bothered. I used my five fingers to gently scrape the scabbed areas, feeling layers of skin flakes fall off. The more flakes fell off, the more satisfying it felt.
Soon, the area I had scraped became smooth again. Then I said to her, "Sweetie, how about I peel your skin?"
She nodded shyly. I told her to lie down while I went to get something. I took my keys from my pocket. I saw she was already lying on the bed, so I got on top of her and said, "Shall we start from the top?" She seemed a little embarrassed but nodded anyway. I bent down and began scraping the patch of eczema on her chest. Her breasts weren't large, but they were very firm. While I was scraping, I kept playing with them in my hands, which made her giggle.
There weren't many scabs on her chest, and they were cleaned up after a while, though her skin was slightly redder than other areas. To make sure I didn't miss any, I blew on the layer of dandruff after I finished. But that blew caused a blast of dandruff that made us both cough. Seeing each other's disheveled state, we couldn't help but laugh, which lessened her embarrassment. After I finished on her chest, she willingly spread her legs so I could scrape her inner thighs…
So I scraped her thighs and back clean. Afterward, my arms felt incredibly sore. She gently told me to lie down on the bed and offered to massage me. Seeing the bed covered in dandruff, I told her, "Let's get rid of this first!" We
got out of bed and each grabbed a corner of the sheet. We carefully lifted it, not wanting it to fly everywhere. Just as we were about to fold it in half, something tripped me, and I cried out and fell onto the sheet!
Then I felt my mouth instantly fill with some kind of quicksand-like substance. When I came to, I was lying flat on the floor, a sheet covering my head, my nose and mouth filled with the dander I had just scraped off, making it hard to breathe, and it kept flowing in.
I immediately felt nauseous, my stomach churning, because this stuff in my mouth was simply unbearable. But in just a few seconds, a strange thought popped into my head: What does this stuff taste like?
Although I felt disgusted, my intense curiosity compelled me to chew with my tongue and teeth. I felt a slight astringency and a bit of saltiness in my mouth. Perhaps because there was so much, the dander had clumped together with my saliva and the constant stirring of my tongue, becoming slightly chewy. Looking back, it was somewhat like chewing gum, but salty and sour…
This whole series of events happened in just a few seconds. Then the girl came over and helped me up, brushing the dander off my face and body. I spat the clump in my mouth onto the ground, because I wasn't foolish enough to swallow something so disgusting.
I saw her squatting gently beside me, looking very cute. I pressed her down to the ground and started licking her body. Because I had picked off all the scabs from her skin, it was now incredibly smooth, though a bit salty and pungent. But it was precisely this taste that stimulated me, because I had never felt anything like it before.
We caressed each other like a young couple going to a hotel.
We did it twice more later. This morning, before I left, I made sure she went first because I wanted to collect the skin flakes she left on the ground; I'd feel embarrassed if she saw them. I wrapped one in newspaper, and as I was leaving, I ran into my buddy. He asked me what I was carrying. I didn't tell him because I was afraid he'd ask me for it, haha! Now, when I smoke, I put a little of this stuff into my tobacco. The feeling when I smoke it, haha, it's indescribable!

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