A lady's first experience with a male prostitute

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Even now, I still can't believe it. It's like a dream, a cool breeze blowing through my hair on a sweltering summer night, and the dream is gone!
I stumbled upon this post online: "I am a 23-year-old male with a university degree, 1.80 meters tall, handsome, and an art enthusiast. I have written poetry and novels. Due to loneliness and financial difficulties, I am offering companionship services to all women. Price negotiable! Interested parties please contact xx (please refrain from making unreasonable requests)."
At first, I thought it was a prank by some busybody and didn't take it seriously. But since I was bored, I dialed the number on a whim. I thought it was probably a disconnected number or the phone was off. To my surprise, the call actually went through. When I heard a young man's deep voice, I was momentarily embarrassed. I quickly apologized and said I must have dialed the wrong number.
He seemed to immediately read my mind, saying, "You saw that chat-for-hire ad, right? That's right, it's me, it's real!"
Oh my god! You can imagine what happened next!!! I'm starting to regret it a little; wasn't that a bit unladylike? But it was definitely exciting!
This October, due to business, I came to a world that was rumored to be "materialistic" and "dark and rotten." The bustling streets, towering buildings, traffic, and crowded pedestrians were not much different from those in major inland cities. However, the atmosphere, pace, and the boldness and avant-garde lifestyle of the people here were something I had never seen before.
I was staying in a four-star hotel. During the day, I was busy with business, and at night I had to be alone. Then I remembered seeing a hotline online for "MB" services. Driven by curiosity about the unknown, I had an irresistible urge, so I dialed the number.
The person who answered the phone was a very polite man. He asked what I needed, and I said I wanted to find a handsome gentleman to accompany me. After discussing the price, I gave him the hotel and room number, and my heart began to race. But being used to being reserved, I suppressed all my feelings. I didn't even turn on the TV; in the deathly silence, only the clock on the wall ticked away.
About 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I got up to open the door, and a handsome boy came into view. He was about 1.85 meters tall, with a very well-proportioned figure, and his face was breathtakingly beautiful. But he had a more streamlined look than most girls. He wore a very trendy stand-up collar shirt and wide-legged jeans. His hair was a little long, and his hairstyle was quite unique. When he saw me, he was slightly surprised, but that questioning look only flashed across his face. I knew it was because I might not be the kind of woman he imagined, and he was having some difficulty making a judgment or hadn't had time to adjust.
"Miss, are you Miss Leng from room 2215?" He smiled professionally.
"Oh, please come in!" I let him in, shutting out the curious glances from the waiters and floor attendants outside the door. He quickly scanned everything in the room, trying to gather as much information about me as possible as possible.
I stood rooted to the spot, staring intently at him from behind. I can't describe how I felt at that moment. Was it the instinctive desire I felt in front of a handsome man, the wariness of being with a strange man (whom I had paid to hire) late at night for the first time, or the eagerness to understand the life of a bro? I can't accurately explain my feelings at that time.
He turned around and stood facing me, motionless. It then dawned on me that he was waiting for my reaction. I quickly said, "Please sit down!"
He flashed his charming smile once again: "Thank you!" as he sat in the soft chair by the floor-to-ceiling window.
I was too embarrassed to move forward, so I sat down on the edge of the bed, secretly taking deep breaths to calm myself. He took the initiative again: "Where are you from, Miss?"
"Oh, me, Shanghai." I couldn't help but look at him. He was indeed so beautiful, so beautiful that everything about him seemed beautiful, including his experiences and his soul.
"Coming to Shenzhen..."
"I'm in Shenzhen on business. It's a company assignment," I said, offering my services. "And where are you from?"
"I'm from Hangzhou." He started to relax, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and asked, "Want a smoke?"
"No! I don't smoke!"
"Oh, sorry!" He put the cigarette on the table.
I said, "It's okay, go ahead and smoke."
He said, "No, I don't actually smoke, but I smoke every day, and it makes me uncomfortable."
He stood up: "Then I'll take a shower first. I just came from the store, and I smell like smoke and alcohol."
I nodded: "Okay!"
He went into the bathroom, and the water started running. I felt more agitated than ever before. I felt a surge of impulse, yet also a sense of fear.
I stayed there for a very long time. He finished showering and came out of the bathroom, wearing only a white towel. His body was somewhat thin, even with an undeveloped, youthful appearance. His skin was as smooth as ivory, truly irresistible. He casually turned off all the lights, leaving only the nightlight in the hallway. Then he came over, lay down on the bed, hugged the pillow, revealing faint armpit hair, which, in the dim light from the hallway, looked like a sculpture. He looked at me and let out a soft groan.
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I slowly approached him and began to touch his skin. He started breathing heavily, which only made me suppress my own reaction, trying not to make a sound. He realized that I was used to being passive in sex, so he suddenly became a different person. He began to press himself against me, kissing my lips, forehead, cheeks, and even my ears passionately.
I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, unable to contain my passion any longer. The tide of desire burst through my last dam, gushing forth in a torrent. What he did, what I did—I couldn't feel it anymore. The only thing I could feel was an unprecedented excitement. All other actions seemed like instinctive reactions. It was a pleasure emanating from every pore, an urge to merge with another person. I was happy, groaning, shouting, releasing the last vestiges of my inner repression and unhappiness! I truly abandoned all pretense, experiencing, in the most primal way, the most powerful pleasure I had ever felt!
Suddenly, I felt as if I were being offered as a sacrifice, experiencing a blissful sense of complete release. I stretched myself out as much as possible, including every fingertip and toe. An impulse made me blush, and a current, like a fairy's touch, playfully surged and pulsed within my chest, threatening to leap out of my body and bring me to a primal climax!
At that moment, I felt his soft, smooth tongue caressing, teasing, and stimulating my lower body. I felt a faint, electric-like, itchy restlessness deep within my bones, especially the stimulation in my spine, which made me unable to control myself. I wanted to shout, a sound I had never uttered before, unadorned and unembellished.
His fingers touched my skin and hair. I felt an unprecedented pleasure, a feeling somewhere between comfort and satisfaction. I opened my eyes and saw his handsome face, flushed red, a vein throbbing prominently on his forehead. His lips seemed bitten, making them appear thin, and his hair cascaded down his head like a waterfall. His eyes were closed, his long eyelashes visible, and a few beads of sweat glistened on his straight, delicate nose.
Suddenly, I felt he was a very gentle "woman"~~ I rubbed his nipples, sat on his stomach, straightened my back, and his deep collarbone, slender neck, and prominent Adam's apple aroused my urge to kiss him. His slightly protruding pectoral muscles were particularly elastic.
I finally blurted it out: "Come on, kiss me!"
He lowered his head, opened his eyes, and looked at me. That look was truly captivating; it was a power that made me willing to give my life; it was the material that made me believe in love; it was the source that freed my life from its former gloom and monotonous routine, allowing it to unfold anew with a bright and vibrant style. His eyes shone; they were eyes that could speak. It was as if he were declaring: I love you! Therefore, I am willing to be conquered by you! To be possessed by you!
He wrapped his arms around my waist, then lifted me up, supporting my neck and the back of my head. His lips slowly approached mine, his eyes fixed on mine. As his lips were about to touch mine, I didn't have the courage to look into his pupils anymore. I closed my eyes, waiting for what was to come… His lips were soft and hot. His heavy breaths sprayed onto my face; the scent was so wild, so alluring—the unique fragrance of a young, vibrant boy.
I was intoxicated by the taste, my jaw gently pried open by his tongue, which explored every corner of my mouth, sensing my body temperature and flavor. I, in turn, focused all my energy on the mucous membranes and taste buds of my mouth, savoring his saliva, which still carried a hint of mint.
He went wild. He left my lips and began licking my face, neck, chest, and behind my ears. I couldn't describe the feeling; it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I felt myself reaching my peak and kissed him back. He tried to avoid my unexpected attacks, but the more he struggled, the more frantic I became. Finally, he collapsed, exhausted, letting me savor his smooth body.
He felt my weight distributed across his entire body, stretching comfortably against him. Every inch of skin touching him excited him, bringing him to orgasm repeatedly. Then, I withdrew from his body and applied lubricant to his anus. I slowly inserted a finger.
He seemed to want to say something, but didn't. I noticed his reaction wasn't strong, so I tried two fingers, three… and then his brows furrowed. Still no words. Suddenly, I felt I could do whatever I wanted with this man, because I had paid for him, and at least tonight he was mine!
I used a dildo with unimaginable brutality, relentlessly filling his rectum. He instinctively resisted, twisting his high-raised buttocks, which only made me more stubborn in my response. He was in great discomfort but dared not resist, gradually until he adapted to my movements.
I pulled out the dildo, turned him over, and stood on the bed, my arms wrapped around his abdomen. He naturally knelt on the bed, and I completely enveloped him. He turned and kissed my sweaty hair and eyebrows, then wrapped one of my arms around his cheeks, rubbing his face back and forth in the crook of my arm, savoring the strange sensation of sometimes following the direction of his hair, sometimes against it. He seemed to be desperately trying to experience the reality of this moment, afraid that he would lose this real pleasure and never find it again. I suddenly realized that his pleasure was entirely due to the influence of my orgasm on him.
The difference when I lay back down again was that this time, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and my feet were hooked around his waist. This way, our upper bodies were completely embraced. His body was soaked with sweat, as if he had been drenched in water. His pectoral muscles rubbed against my breasts, making me almost want to scream with excitement.
This time, perhaps because of the position, I felt him penetrate me, and very deeply. It sent chills down my spine, and I felt so excited I was about to lose control. I started screaming uncontrollably again, and my screams drove him wild.
Suddenly, I realized my climax was imminent! I desperately reached out and hugged him tightly, holding him close with all my might, while simultaneously squeezing his waist with my legs. I believed this would make my climax more fulfilling and perfect. I bit him wildly, as if I had lost control.
Finally, I grabbed his hair, using the last of my strength to hold back my ejaculation. But I couldn't control my passion any longer; a surge of heat from deep within me enveloped him.
In the throes of pure passion, I silently admired his expression, kissing him occasionally, feeling a strange, inexplicable tenderness towards him. Was it merely because of the pleasure he gave me? I didn't know.

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