An Encounter (My First Experience Hiring a Prostitute at a Hotel)

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My first experience with hiring a prostitute at a hotel was in XX. I was on a business trip there and was taken to a hotel by taxi without my knowledge. After checking in, I learned that this hotel was famous locally for its prostitutes and perceived safety.
I checked in around noon, and by the afternoon, I kept getting calls. At first, I suppressed my desires. After dinner, the sweltering heat outside made me very irritable. Back in the hotel, watching boring movies on the closed-circuit television only fueled my frustration. Since I didn't have a girlfriend and it had been months since my last sexual encounter, and never in a hotel, I decided…
When the prostitute called again, I asked about the price. It varied before and after midnight, but I figured after midnight would be more suitable, as I have a very high sex drive and usually book overnight.
I took a careful shower and quietly waited for midnight, feeling anxious. I wondered about the quality of the prostitute, whether I'd been scammed, or even contracted a disease. Despite my fears, once I'd made up my mind, I wouldn't change it.
With a few minutes to go before midnight, the phone rang again. I mechanically said, "Find a pretty one, all night, come over!" In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, my heart raced at the gentle knock. I took a deep breath and gripped the doorknob with trembling hands…
The woman standing outside looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, heavily made up, almost obscuring her natural features, though her features were still quite regular. She wore a bright red, tight-fitting, sleeveless cheongsam. Only then did I understand why foreigners always say that the cheongsam is the most beautiful garment, best highlighting a woman's curves. So beautiful! My mood lightened because of the beauty before me.
Seeing my blank, dazed expression, she smiled and asked, "Is it alright?" Realizing my lapse in composure, I quickly ushered her into the room, admiring her figure as I said, "Why don't you take a shower?" She replied that she had already showered and went straight to the bed, pulling back the covers.
I suppressed the lust that was almost driving me mad, my mind racing, considering what else I needed to be careful about. I kept asking her questions, one after another: "How much for the whole night?" "Is it safe here?" She answered each one to my satisfaction.
When I finally asked, "How many condoms did you bring?" she looked at me with surprise and said, "Two." I said with a hint of pride, "At least four, right? What do you think we should do?" Her gaze was complicated as she glanced at me, then gracefully opened the door and left, leaving behind the words, "I only do two nights, you'll have to find someone else!"
I watched the alluring red figure disappear outside the door with regret, and lit another cigarette... I've always been quite confident in my looks and abilities, but I never expected things to turn out like this. I finally understood what the sex industry was like; how realistic!
As the burning cigarette tip approached my fingers, the knocking sounded again. The woman outside was of much lower quality than the previous one, but still barely acceptable. I led her inside, completed the routine conversation, and she went to take a shower. I sat alone, smoking idly, the excitement I felt on the phone gone…
I lay down beside her, inhaling the mixed scents of perfumes, washes, and other fragrances, and my lower body began to stir. I gently embraced her; her gaze remained fixed on the television screen opposite, too shy to meet my eyes. I gently placed my hand on her soft breasts, and she jerked violently, reacting with such sensitivity. I thought to myself: this must be a prostitute's act!
I gently caressed her breasts while kissing her cheeks and neck, feeling her body temperature rise rapidly. When my tongue touched her snow-white breasts, her breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, and she squirmed frequently in my arms. Was she really that sensitive? I'd only been caressing her for less than two minutes! My target hadn't even reached below her chest yet! So, I decided to investigate.
I pulled off the towel wrapped around her and reached for that dark, ideal forest… Good heavens! There really had been a flash flood there, the flow was the largest I'd ever seen from a woman, and this was after less than two minutes of caressing. But I immediately became alert: could she be sick? I ignored her reactions, her moans and writhing, and used my hands to pry open her tightly closed legs, lifting her buttocks off the bed, exposing her pubic hair to the soft light.
"No... ah... don't do this, ah..." she murmured, resisting, but I ignored her and continued with my plan. I saw it, a beautiful sight, the first time I'd ever seen anything like it, and I even had the urge to taste it, but remembering she was a prostitute, I had to give up.
Her pubic hair was thick, but the area it covered was neat and the shape was perfect; her labia majora were hairless, and the color was a pure red; between the two plump labia majora were two cute, slightly exposed folds, her labia minora peeking out slightly from the gap between the labia majora due to arousal and engorgement. It was the most alluring color; its natural pink, glistening with secretions, appeared even more translucent, radiating a mesmerizing glow.
Although I had seen several women's genitals and even tasted them, what I saw this time was undoubtedly the most beautiful. There was no unpleasant odor, only a faint, indescribable feminine scent.
Perhaps sensing my gaze, her secretions flowed continuously from her lovely opening, covering an even larger area. Her secretions were perfectly viscous, neither too thick nor too thin, and remarkably transparent, without any unpleasant turbidity. Wherever these secretions flowed, they were imbued with a luster.
I understood why the ancients referred to licking the vulva as "appreciating jade"—there was simply no other word to describe it except jade. And another name for it—abalone—was also incredibly fitting. A beautiful vulva should be like a top-grade abalone dish, excellent in color, aroma, taste, and shape; and hers could absolutely grace the Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
I couldn't resist gently stroking her with my fingers. The moment I touched her labia, she let out a soft moan and tried to push me away.
I continued, my index finger moving upwards to the clitoris. She was incredibly sensitive; she suddenly cried out, startling me so much I dared not touch it again. But I couldn't bear to give up such a beautiful thing so easily, so I tried inserting my middle finger into that pool of spring water. After only one joint in, she groaned softly, her body twisting violently to avoid my finger; her hands gripped my intruding finger tightly, hurting me.
Having come this far, how could I give up? I pried her hands apart with my right hand, my left middle finger continuing its advance. She let out a low moan, her brows furrowed, her eyes rolling back with each movement.
Her twisting inadvertently created the same effect as my finger's twitching; her breathing became increasingly rapid, her hands gripping my arm tightly, pinching me painfully. I had never seen such a sensitive woman.
As my desire to penetrate her reached an uncontrollable point, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me. I felt her intensely yearning gaze sweep over my body, and my lower body reached its peak state in that instant.
She said in a tearful voice, "Please go in quickly, okay?"
Even if she hadn't asked, I couldn't hold back anymore. I released her body, and she quickly got up to put a condom on me. I took the opportunity to wipe my left hand, which was covered in her secretions, with toilet paper. The liquid was sticky and slippery; she was truly a beauty.
I glanced at my watch; we hadn't even been caressing each other for five minutes... I wasn't ready yet, and she had already eagerly gotten into position. I knelt between her legs, took a deep breath, and prepared to pass through the tunnel of romance to reach the paradise of my dreams. She murmured softly, "Yours is so big, can you be gentle?" Before I could answer, the moment the head of my penis touched her genitals, thanks to the sufficient lubrication and her own twisting movements, my penis slid in halfway without any obstruction. Apart from the warmth, there was no tightness that should have been there.
Given her profession, this was to be expected, and this slight disappointment flashed by, quickly dispelled by the frustration of not being able to go any further. She closed her eyes contentedly, letting out a long, drawn-out moan, but I didn't give her a chance to continue. I thrust my hips forward forcefully, and then I heard her cry out, "Ah!"
With a soft "thud," I realized I was prepared this time.
I wasn't startled and had figured out how to control her escape. I didn't immediately thrust; I wanted to calm myself. I felt her writhing, causing my penis to pull back slightly. So, I gripped her hips tightly with both hands, lifting her buttocks off the bed. I thrust forward with all my might, and finally, we were one, with no gap between our lower bodies.
I had intended to admire her wanton and sexy appearance and her seductive sounds, but unexpectedly, she writhed even more vigorously under my forceful control. Her libido was incredibly strong; she moved on her own if I didn't move. I relaxed my grip a little, letting her do as she pleased, and closed my eyes to carefully savor the intoxicating pleasure.
Her vagina was short and shallow; I felt my penis had reached its limit, and if I didn't push forward slightly, it would be squeezed out. As her movements intensified, her body underwent a dramatic change. Her face turned a vibrant crimson, and her legs involuntarily wrapped tightly around me. The strangest thing was that I felt as if my glans was being encircled by a ring, and it was getting tighter and tighter.
With her up-and-down thrusting, again and again, from the coronal sulcus to the urethral opening, I received unprecedented stimulation. I couldn't help but get excited and thrust even deeper, my erection reaching its limit. She also felt the changes in my body; her thrusts became faster and faster, her breathing more and more rapid, and the long, drawn-out sounds from her mouth grew higher and higher...
Suddenly, her whole body tensed and stiffened, her breathing and cries stopped, and I felt a strong contraction in my genitals. I knew she had orgasmed. I closed my eyes and fully enjoyed this wonderful moment.
A few seconds later, she relaxed, panting heavily, a satisfied smile on her face. But I was at a crucial moment, how could I let her relax? My right hand was still firmly gripping her hips, and my left thumb directly attacked her vital spot—a beautiful red bean, her clitoris.
After her orgasm, she was even more sensitive. I only touched it lightly, and her whole body trembled, and she let out an "ah" at the same time. Her vaginal secretions had already soaked both of our genitals, and when my thumb massaged there, there was enough lubrication. I used various techniques: pressing, touching, rubbing, kneading, flicking...
She was already completely lost, truly dancing with joy.
When my genitals once again strongly felt the presence of the fleshy ring inside her vagina, all she could make were "Oh... Ah..." sounds that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain. I controlled the frequency of my thumb, and when I felt my penis was about to explode, my rhythm became faster and faster.
Dozens of seconds later, she screamed "Ah!" and desperately pushed my body with both hands, trying to stop the increasingly thick and long penis from plundering. I finally hugged her tightly, pushing with all my might to the limit of its length, and amidst her body's resistance and moaning cries, I began to explode...
In the final moment, her hands involuntarily changed their movements, she tightly hugged my buttocks, as if trying to press me into her body...
(II)
When everything returned to calm, she took off the condom full of semen for me, lay on the bed to rest for a while, and then got up and went into the bathroom. I lit a cigarette, savoring the passion of our earlier encounter while resting.
She quickly returned, nestled beside me like a little bird, and I knew I had completely conquered her.
Only then did I have a chance to observe her body closely. She shyly avoided my gaze, revealing her youthful charm.
The flush on her skin hadn't faded, and her firm breasts, like two perfectly sized red grapes, stood out prominently, like tempting fruits from the Garden of Eden. Her skin, glistening with youthful radiance beneath the undried moisture, stirred a pang of tenderness within me, and I even felt a pang of self-reproach for having been too rough.
As I gazed at her, my hands and feet, as if acting on their own, entwined around her again, and her small hands responded by roaming over my body. One hand inadvertently brushed against my now-erect penis, causing her to recoil as if electrocuted, but finding nowhere else to go, she reluctantly grasped it. By this time, her cheeks were a deep, blushing red.
I watched all of this, unable to bear the torment of my burning desire any longer. I lowered my head to taste the two tempting fruits, and she convulsed, covering herself with her hands. I then licked the youthful sheen, and she trembled, her body darting away, refusing to let me succeed.
After several times, I showed displeasure, and her eyes held aggrieved apologies as she timidly apologized, saying she couldn't take it anymore, then her hands apologetically teased my body. How could I bear to blame her? It was just that I had never seen a woman with such a sensitive body, and I was temporarily unable to adapt. I couldn't touch her with my hands, nor could I kiss her with my mouth, but my lower body was already erect under her teasing, so I decided to go for a second time.
She sweetly said, "You're so amazing!" and got up to put a condom on me. But I muttered to myself, "Miss, I'm really sorry, I have a very strong sex drive, four times a night is my minimum record, and each time it lasts longer. This second time is the most intense. Most of the women I've been with have had a hard time handling it. You're so sensitive, it must be harder for you than for others!"
This time, my ejaculation was under control, so I decided to enjoy this wonderful time to the fullest without any hesitation. I started with the missionary position. She wasn't very tall, so I placed a pillow under her buttocks. She was still very wet, and I easily penetrated her, beginning thrusting. Her reaction was still intense, so I ignored her and focused on enjoying the sensations in my lower body.
After a few thrusts, the feeling of a ring scraping against my glans returned. I suddenly remembered an article I'd read before about female genitalia, which seemed to describe a type of "special vagina" that behaved like this. These theories shouldn't be taken too seriously; they're just for a laugh, but the feeling was indeed unique, and I felt a little smug about having this experience.
I looked at her beneath me; another orgasm had passed, and she was in the post-orgasmic phase. So I changed positions to give her another challenge. I placed her legs on my shoulders and leaned forward, pressing her legs against her chest, her body completely curled up like a U. This position allows for the deepest penetration, which women generally don't like, but it's extremely stimulating for men because it allows for effortless full penetration. I did push-ups, going up and down, each time going all the way in.
Sure enough, after a few thrusts, she cried out in pain. I don't like forcing her; sex is a two-way street, and if she's not happy, there's no point in it for me. So I changed my approach, inserting shallowly a few times, only halfway in each time, then thrusting in deeply all the way in. This method makes it very easy for women to orgasm; I've used it myself before, and it always works. But unfortunately, she couldn't handle it. She orgasmed after only a dozen or so thrusts, begging me to stop.
Nothing worked, so I had to let her do it herself. I pulled her up, and we sat facing each other, like Guanyin in a lotus position. I held her in my arms, letting her move as she pleased. She sensed my displeasure, so she started moaning and moving up and down with all her might. I was happy to save energy, simply holding her tightly, inhaling her fragrance, and enjoying the pleasure of her soft, warm body.
Our bodies were in deep contact, and I felt her beautiful breasts pressed flat against my chest. The two red nipples, though beautiful, seemed unripe, hard as ever, rolling and rubbing against my chest. Waves of pleasure washed over me, almost suffocating me. My hands involuntarily roamed over her back and hips, sometimes circling, sometimes gently caressing.
After what seemed like an eternity, her thrusts began to slow, and she groaned as she went limp. I knew her orgasm was approaching. In the female-initiated position, the movements slow and eventually stop as the woman nears orgasm. I knew what to do. I took a breath and cupped her hips with both hands, helping her with the movements. Thrust after thrust, I felt a cool liquid flow onto my penis; her secretions were more abundant than ever before.
Soon, her arms tightened around my neck, her body stiffened, and her temperature soared. I quickened my pace; though exhausted, I knew that only her pleasure could bring me true pleasure. Sure enough, as climax approached, she instinctively extended her tongue and began to lightly lick my ears and neck. Thankfully, I had experienced this before; otherwise, I truly wouldn't have been able to handle it. Even so, the stimulation was unprecedented.
I steadied myself and continued to speed up. With a series of short, then long, moans, I knew she had climaxed again. The sounds abruptly ceased as her body relaxed, and she collapsed into my arms. I held her motionless, letting her secretions flow freely, enjoying the warmth and convulsions enveloping my still-erect penis.
After a short rest, she came to her senses, staring at me blankly, and asked pitifully, "How much longer?
I can't take it anymore." I stroked her tenderly and said, "If you don't want to, don't do it anymore, I'm fine."
She forced a genuine smile and said gratefully, "No, you paid for it, so I have to make you happy." I felt a surge of relief and resolved to finish quickly.
So, we changed to a position that would make me ejaculate faster—the doggy style. I had her lie face down on the bed and penetrated her from behind. To finish quickly, I no longer controlled my speed and force, thrusting vigorously. She quickly lost herself, her arms no longer able to support her body, her upper body almost entirely lying on the bed, her face limply burying itself in the pillow. I couldn't hear her moans coming through the pillow.
The more I wanted to ejaculate quickly, the less I felt. My speed increased until, eventually, she needed me to support her waist and hips to keep from falling. Consciousness gradually faded, leaving only mechanical movements. Her cries ceased in the room, replaced by the soft slapping sounds of skin against skin.
When my back was still drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning, and when she was pushed against the headboard by my thrusts, unable to escape, I let out a soft "Oh," and my consciousness left my body, drifting on the clouds, carefree and undulating with the wind…
She stared at me blankly, her gaze complex, a mixture of admiration, fear, pleasure, and shyness… I smiled at her, glanced at the last two condoms on the table, and she frowned, saying, "I need to rest. You should rest too; this isn't good for your health."
I didn't say anything, just quietly held her, smoking and resting, pondering what to do. She absolutely couldn't take it anymore, and I really didn't want to force her, but I also didn't want to give up. Since we'd already done it twice, if tonight wasn't satisfying, it would be unbearable. She stared at the television, also lost in thought.
After a while, my penis unexpectedly became erect again. I didn't say anything, just looked at her, unsure of what to do. She lowered her head, then suddenly looked up again, as if she had made a decision. Her face flushed, she said in a barely audible voice, "We usually charge extra for oral sex, but I won't charge you extra today. I'll give you oral sex once, and then I'll leave. Is that alright?"
I thought about it, and this was indeed the best solution. Rather than doing it twice unpleasantly, I might as well have a happy oral sex session. And most importantly, I had never been penetrated by a girl before. Although I had had sex before and had even tasted other women, I had never asked anyone to do this. Firstly, I was embarrassed, and secondly, I was afraid of being rejected... I couldn't be happier with this.
I went to the bathroom to wash myself clean again and waited quietly for her to make her move. She turned off the light, saying she was embarrassed to leave it on. This way, I wouldn't be able to see this lewd scene, thus reducing the visual stimulation.
In the darkness, I felt her put a condom on me, and then she began kissing my body and the area around my penis. The feeling was indescribable; for the first time, I cried out in a whimper from the stimulation. My penis was erect and throbbing, and as I instinctively wanted to find a vagina to penetrate, I felt something envelop it—not the vagina, a strange sensation.
Unfortunately, perhaps because of the previous two intense sexual encounters, my penis wasn't very sensitive, and it wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined. Perhaps it was because of the condom, or perhaps her technique wasn't good. Time slipped away in this strange feeling. She used both her mouth and hands, and soon I ejaculated for the third time, but without reaching orgasm…
We didn't say much; we had done what we needed to do. As she dressed, she said to me, "Making love with you was very comfortable." I smiled faintly and said nothing. I saw her to the door, and she turned back to give me one last hug…
Although I wasn't completely satisfied, because I didn't have the chance to use my mouth and hands, and the first oral sex experience wasn't particularly profound, that night was still beautiful, made beautiful by her…

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