That afternoon

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I work in sales and sometimes travel to Weihai for business. I was here last summer and stayed in the High-Tech Development Zone, just like this time. I've been here for a week now, and today, since I had nothing much to do, I spent the morning at a nearby internet cafe, reading a lot of adult literature. When I came out, I felt a bit hard, and I thought I needed to find a place to relieve myself. Actually, I had this thought last night, but where I live is in the suburbs, very close to the sea, so it's not very bustling. I searched many places but couldn't find any hair salons or similar establishments. Even the ones I found were legitimate businesses. Finally, I found a lane near the Harbin Institute of Technology branch campus—or rather, an open residential area—with a row of beauty salons and barbershops. Anyone who frequents prostitutes knows that such a densely packed area is bound to have something going on. Unfortunately, it was nighttime, and I'm unfamiliar with Weihai, so I didn't dare to act rashly. Now it's noon, so I think it should be relatively safe. I can't help it, I'm just a timid person.
I walked slowly, carefully observing the different places inside. One place had four or five women sitting inside, dressed rather provocatively, but one of them was particularly old and ugly, so I didn't go in. I continued walking and saw customers getting haircuts, but I avoided those too. Finally, I found a place with no customers inside, and a sign on the door saying "Shaving, Beauty Treatments." I went in and saw three women. One was rather plump, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old; another was younger, eighteen or nineteen; and the third was somewhere in between. Except for the plump one, the other two were quite pretty. I asked, "How much for a shave?" "Two yuan." Surprised by the low price, I asked what kind of shave they used. They said they used a special razor, not disposable blades. I said that was good, and sat down to have them shave my face. Because I hadn't shaved in a while, my body hair was very long, and washing my face didn't clean it properly, which was very uncomfortable.
The middle-aged woman shaved my face, and she was surprisingly professional, shaving very carefully. While she was shaving, I looked at her face; she was indeed very beautiful, with light lipstick on her lips. After she finished, as I got up, the chubby woman asked if I wanted a massage. Actually, even if she hadn't asked, I would have asked anyway, because my penis was already painfully erect. I asked, "Just a massage? No other services?" She said, "Yes, we have special services. Look how pretty our girls are."
Then the youngest woman rubbed against me and asked, "Brother, how do I look?" She clearly had a childish face. I asked, "How much?" She said 150. I asked if it was the full package. The older woman asked what "full package" meant. I meant, "Does it include oral sex?" But with three women around, I couldn't bring myself to ask. I had already set my sights on the youngest girl, so I pulled her to the massage bed inside, put my mouth to her ear, and asked, "Can I use my mouth?" She immediately shook her head, saying no, absolutely not. Seeing that I couldn't force her, I let it go. I said I could only pay 100 yuan. I often hire prostitutes, and I've never been offered that price before. (Actually, I don't hire prostitutes very often, and I have very little experience, as you can probably tell.) The fat one said, "100 yuan is too little. Look how pretty our girls are, and so young." The young one also said, "I just came from home the day before yesterday; I just started working here." I could hear their local accents, so I asked where they were from. The young girl said she was from Wendeng, and the other two said they were from Rushan, all not far from Weihai. I thought if they were from Northeast China, I probably would have left; I don't like people from that region. I said again, "Just 100 yuan, no more." The young one said, "Then you should give the money to the boss first," pointing to the fat one, "and then we'll go upstairs." I said, "How can you do that? Pay first, then service." The boss said, "That's how it is here." I really didn't believe it, mainly because I was afraid that if I paid, they would deny it, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it, nor could I call the police. Haha, wouldn't I be the one getting ripped off? I'm a fairly meticulous person, mainly because I lack experience and am a bit timid.
After arguing for a while, I pretended to leave, but the owner said, "Don't rush, sit down and let's discuss it again." I said paying upfront was impossible, and she said it was mainly because of past experiences with customers who would run away after their business was done, and they were afraid. I said, "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"... We still couldn't reach an agreement, so finally I came up with an idea: the owner and the young woman would go upstairs together, I would pay, and then the owner would come down. They agreed. So the owner and the young woman went out and walked towards a building across the street. I didn't follow them out, afraid of arousing suspicion; if someone reported us, it wouldn't be a small matter. Sigh, I'm just too suspicious. While they were leaving, I said to the girl who had shaved me, "Next time, can you come upstairs with me?" She said, "I don't do that kind of thing." I said, "Really?" She said she only did haircuts and massages, and next time I'd give you a massage. I laughed and patted her pert buttocks in jeans before walking out the door. This woman was not only pretty, but also had a good figure, and remarkably, she was a decent woman.
The two men were waiting for me at the entrance of a building. We went up to the second floor together. The owner opened the door, and I found the place very empty, without even a basic sofa or anything like that. No wonder it was a brothel; there were only two rooms with two beds and thick curtains drawn. I took out a hundred yuan and gave it to the owner. She said, "You'll know where we are now. Come and patronize us often." Then she opened the door to leave. I said, "Don't go yet, let's go down together after we're done." She said, "It's okay, don't worry." Then she opened the door and left. To be honest, I was really worried. What if she went out and called a "sugar daddy"? I'd be in trouble. I'd heard of things like this happening all the time in hotels. The owner and a few thugs would extort money. So I locked one latch on the inside of the door and screwed on the other safety lock. That way, even if someone had a key from the outside, they couldn't open the door.
Then the little girl disappeared. I thought she'd gone to the bathroom, but when I opened the door, no one was there. The trash can was full of used sanitary napkins and toilet paper. The girls all looked pretty, but the hygiene was terrible. Then the girl came out; she'd gone to another room to find condoms. Only then did I completely relax; now I could have my fun with her.
She lay down on the bed and took off her pants. I said I'd take them off for her, but she said no, looking scared. I asked her how old she was, and she said nineteen. I knew she wasn't lying because of her childlike face. I took off my clothes too. She was already lying on the bed, wearing only a thin bra, through which I could see her black bra. I figured I couldn't expect foreplay like with a lover; it was usually straight to the point. (High-end girls are an exception, but I couldn't afford that).
I started kissing her lips, saying, "You're so adorable." I really thought so too; she was slender, with a very thin waist, a stark contrast to her boss. She had thin lips and a pale face. I told her to open her mouth, and she obediently did so. I stuck my tongue in, and she didn't even try to suck it out. I asked her again, "Are you really from Wendeng?" She said yes, but she had grown up with her aunt in Rushan. I guessed she and the other two were probably from the same hometown, but it wasn't really my problem, so I didn't ask any further. But she was definitely a local from Weihai. (Wendeng and Rushan are both county-level cities, belonging to the Weihai region.)
Then she said she had just arrived two days ago and had just served three clients. I was her fourth. I asked, "Did it hurt the first time?" She said it did. I asked, "How much did you get paid?" She said she wasn't a virgin when she first started working for clients; it was with her ex-boyfriend a year ago. I asked, "What did you do before you came here?" She said she sold mobile phones, but quit because the pay was too low. This girl was quite honest; she answered all my questions. She definitely wasn't the kind of prostitute who did this kind of work regularly; she was quick and efficient from the start. She said she was new to the job and was picky about her customers. Seeing that I wore glasses and looked quite refined, she agreed to work with me. Then I remembered that when her boss called her out, she seemed to hesitate for a moment; she really was a novice.
I told her, "Don't let my refined appearance fool you, I'm actually a pervert." She giggled, which aroused my lust, but I didn't want it to end so quickly. I took off her top and unhooked her bra. I noticed she had very little armpit hair, only two or three strands, with only one long. I lay down on her right, kissing her lips, my right arm around her, and my left hand stroking her back. Occasionally, I touched her buttocks, which felt cool. Because it was still quite cold, we were covered by a blanket. She began to moan under my caresses, and her face flushed. I couldn't tell if she was faking it or not, but the harder I stroked her back, the louder she moaned. I kissed her breasts again. They weren't large, just small enough to hold in one hand, and her nipples were only slightly dark, not as red as in the nude photos online. I remembered another nineteen-year-old girl I had sex with (not a prostitute, but a friend); her breasts were not only large, but her nipples were also red. The girl's skin wasn't very fair, but it was smooth and felt wonderful to the touch. After she moaned for a while, I got up and looked at her lower body. There were two red, fleshy slits between her labia, with a few sparse hairs on them, and the area around the slits was mostly bare. I parted them with my hand and saw her labia minora, which were slightly dark, and I smelled a faint fishy odor. Normally, I'm very sensitive to the smell of a woman's genitals, because this smell can greatly reduce my libido.
But this time, it aroused me even more, probably because she was a young girl. I inserted my left middle finger into her vagina; it was a bit tight, and there wasn't much lubrication. As my finger started moving, she gradually became more and more excited. Her face turned red, and she started making sounds, but it was just one word, "Ah... ah... ah..." I think she was genuinely excited, unlike most other prostitutes who were just faking it. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. I put my lips to hers, but I couldn't stop her from making any noise. This time, she proactively stuck out her tongue, and I sucked on it vigorously. There was no unpleasant odor in her mouth; in fact, I could smell a faint fragrance. While doing this, my hands never stopped moving. Soon, her excitement reached its peak, and she wrapped her arms tightly around me. I felt her lower body suddenly become quite wet; it turned out she had released a lot of fluid during her orgasm. My left middle finger didn't stop moving; in fact, it moved even more smoothly after becoming wet. I tried to insert two fingers, and I could barely manage to insert them vertically. I felt that it wasn't very deep inside her, because I could clearly feel a bulging fleshy mass inside; I thought it might be her cervix.
After another period of probing, she quickly reached another orgasm. Because she was close to orgasm, she cried out especially loudly, lifting her buttocks upwards and hugging me very tightly. At this point, my hands were tired, and my right arm was a little sore from supporting her for so long. I took my fingers out and brought them to her mouth, asking, "What's this?" She smiled, turned her head away, and took out a tissue to wipe my fingers clean. My penis was already rock hard, so I told her to put on a condom. She took out a blue condom from the side; I didn't see the brand, but the packaging was a bit unusual—it was round, meaning it was individually packaged, unlike the rectangular ones I usually use, which you tear off when you need to use them.
While she was putting the condom on me, I asked her if she had just orgasmed. She said yes. I asked if she had ever orgasmed before. She said no; her ex-boyfriend and those three clients hadn't given her one. I was the first person to give her an orgasm. I couldn't tell if what she said was true, because her reaction was so intense; who knew if it was her first time?
I had her lie down, and I straddled her. Her body was very light, and I lifted her hips without much effort, and my penis went in. Because there was a lot of lubrication inside, although it was a bit tight, it didn't take much effort to go in. I think I thrust in and out about forty or fifty times. Amidst her moans, I felt myself reaching my limit (I don't want to lie and say I'm incredibly strong and long-lasting). I pulled out my penis and had her turn over. She obediently stuck her buttocks up and her head down. I looked down at her from below; her prone position was very stimulating. I could clearly see her labia, slightly parted, with plenty of glistening vaginal fluid. I penetrated her from behind, shaking her buttocks with my hand. After a few thrusts, I stopped and let her move her buttocks. She obediently moved a few times, but it wasn't very effective. Perhaps she was tired from this position; she lay down again after only a few thrusts, so we switched to missionary position. While I was having sex with her, I asked her what we were doing. She seemed not to hear me clearly, so I asked again. She said, "Making love." I said, "There's another name for it." She said she didn't know. I pinched her breasts hard and said, "Say you don't know again." She laughed and begged for mercy, saying, "Still want to be fucked?" I was thrilled. I lifted her legs with both hands and thrust my lower body into hers with tremendous force; you could clearly hear the sound of our pubic bones hitting each other. (I especially love this way of making love, thrusting hard. I once used this method on a scenic hillside to fuck an online friend until she almost passed out. Her back bled, and she couldn't even get up afterward. I'll write about that experience later.)
I then asked her, "What kind of pussy am I fucking?" She said, "A human pussy." I said, "No, I'm fucking a little slut." "Are you a little slut?" She said no. I asked her a dozen times, and she kept saying no, refusing to budge. Every time she said no, I thrust into her hard, and she cried out loudly. I then asked her to call me "brother," which she readily did. I asked her to call me "uncle," and she did that too. But I went a step further and asked her to call me "daddy," and she wouldn't budge. Hehe, what a cute little girl.
Throughout our conversation, she kept moaning, just the same monotonous "Ah... Ah... Ah..." Any variation would have made it seem fake. Soon, her mouth opened wide, her moans grew more intense, and she reached another climax. But I didn't feel her vagina contract. Seeing her mouth wide open, I took the opportunity to pull out my penis and bring it to her mouth, wanting her to give me oral sex, but she firmly refused. I offered her another fifty yuan, and she said, "Even if you give me five thousand or ten thousand, I still won't give you oral sex." It seems she has principles; after all, local girls aren't as open as prostitutes from Northeast China or Chongqing.
I didn't insert my penis again; I wanted to prolong the time, so I inserted my left middle finger into her vagina, vigorously digging into her clitoris and shaking her body up and down. It even made the bed shake. This time she was more proactive, covering my hand with hers and moving vigorously too. Suddenly, I had an idea. I said, "Show me how to masturbate," and she said, "I don't know how." I told her to put her hand where I had just touched her. I took my hand away, and she put it back. She seemed really excited; she moved her hips and lifted them, moaning louder and louder. I watched, very excited. After all, it was my first time watching a girl masturbate.
A little while later, I couldn't resist anymore. I took her hand away and inserted my throbbing penis. This time, I didn't stop. Seeing she was close to orgasm, I thrust a few times, and a stream of hot semen shot out. I collapsed onto her like a rag doll. She was still holding me tightly. I asked her how many orgasms she had, and she said four. I said I only had one, and she had four. She'd have to pay me! She smiled and asked where I was from. I said Qingdao. "Come with me to Qingdao," she said, "I'm afraid of your wife." I said not to worry, my wife is very gentle, and besides, I can't let her know. (Actually, my wife is still in Java.) She said, "What would I do there? Can you support me?" I remained silent. I truly didn't have the financial means, and I felt genuinely ashamed.
So we both got up and dressed. I dressed first and asked her if she had a phone number she could give me. She said she didn't have a phone yet. I said, "You used to sell phones but didn't have one?" She said, "Of course, my salary was too low to afford one. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all the way to Weihai." Seeing her somewhat pitiful appearance, I really wanted to give her some more money as a tip. But when I touched my empty wallet, I held back. I had the heart to cherish her, but no financial means; I was truly unworthy of being a man. I blamed myself as I hugged her frail body without saying a word, opened the door, and went downstairs.
When I went downstairs, I realized my stomach was empty and my legs were weak. I checked my phone and it was almost 3 p.m., then I remembered I hadn't eaten lunch yet, and my stomach was aching from hunger. Combined with the strenuous exercise I'd just done, my body couldn't take it anymore. I quickly bought a jianbing (Chinese crepe) for two yuan from a street vendor, found an internet cafe, and started writing down my experience while I ate.

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