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My Chinese name is Aijun. However, I don't really like people calling me that; most people call me A-B. I studied cultural studies in university and am also interested in feminism. However, I'm different from other feminists. Some of them strongly criticize men from the start, but in my view, men are also victims of gender inequality. Sorry, I've gone off on a tangent again.

Today, I want to share some of my experiences around the world. I previously took a break from my studies to do some volunteer work supporting women in India; I also traveled to Brazil and the Philippines for summer study tours. This time, I was accepted into the Women's Cultural Research Institute, and I made a bold decision. I had seen news reports that most of the prostitutes in the Middle East are Chinese women. I was very curious about how these Chinese women survive in foreign countries. Do they have a social circle of their own? If so, how does that circle operate?

I really wanted to know the truth, and the best way to know the truth was to experience this kind of life firsthand. So, I packed my backpack and flew to Egypt! That's me, an Asian girl, wandering the streets of Cairo, constantly approaching any Asian woman I saw and asking her about prostitution. Eventually, I found her everywhere!

Actually, in the Middle East, people generally adhere to Islamic law; they can hire prostitutes, but only under special circumstances, such as when their wife is pregnant. Therefore, there aren't as many prostitutes as in Hong Kong. Even in a big city like Cairo, there are probably only about a hundred prostitutes.

The first Chinese prostitute I met was named Amei, so I called her Sister Mei. In Cairo, Sister Mei didn't like going out much. I understood her feelings because men, upon seeing an Asian woman, loved to "take advantage" of her! Sister Mei and her fellow prostitutes would gather together at night to play mahjong and chat to pass the time. With Sister Mei's help, I found a small unit and opened for business!

Although North Africa is an Arabized region, unlike West Asia, it's always cramped and narrow. Houses stand one after another, sidewalks are only 4 or 5 meters wide, and some alleys are so narrow you practically have to squeeze through sideways. These streets and alleys combine to make the whole city like a giant maze; without someone familiar with the area, it's easy to get lost. This is probably related to North Africa's geography. The population is mainly concentrated in the long, narrow coastal areas, oasis cities, and along the Nile River in Egypt, where only 3% of the land is habitable, so people live in cramped conditions.

My small unit is in a narrow alley, very secluded and inconvenient. Oh well, Egypt and other Middle Eastern regions are still very conservative; you can't just openly go to prostitutes, can you? Sigh, I don't know if it's because I don't have many customers, or what, but after more than a week, business hasn't picked up yet. "Oh...oh..." Finally, someone knocked on the door. I immediately went to open it and saw a bearded, typical-looking Arab man.

"Sir, please come in," I said warmly, taking his hand and pulling him inside. He seemed a little shy. I led him through the small hall and into the room, where we sat on the bed. "Sir, what's your name?" I asked, my hand touching his thigh. He leaned to the side and answered, "My name is Saba..." avoiding my touch.

"What an interesting shy customer," I thought to myself, secretly amused. As I gently undressed, I asked, "Is this your first time in a place like this, sir?" "Yes..." He wanted to see my naked body but didn't dare look directly, only stealing glances now and then. I was already naked, so I sat back down next to him, intending to help him undress. "No, no need... I can do it myself," he said, standing up awkwardly and pulling down his pants in front of me.

His lower body was completely naked, but his hands seemed to be intentionally trying to cover his penis. I stood up, gently lifting his hand, and said, "Sir, please," indicating he could get on the bed. He obediently lay down. I climbed onto the bed, squatted down between his legs, and began licking his penis. "...What are you doing?" "What am I doing?" I didn't understand, so I continued licking. I only heard him moan softly, "Ah...ah..." like a child cleaning a wound; he cried out every time I licked. Was this his first time having his penis licked?!

"Sir, don't be afraid, it will feel very good in a moment," I soothed him as I licked. He tried not to make a sound, but his breathing was still heavy. However, seeing how sensitive he was only made me want to mess with him even more! Actually, like other Arabs, he had a strong body odor, but maybe because my body is different, I quite liked the smell.

I sniffed his scent while licking the base of his penis, licking it from bottom to top, then slowly swallowing it. My hands were on his thighs, gently touching it, while my mouth made "slurp slurp slurp" sounds, my tongue constantly entwining around his penis. "Ah..." He clenched his fists and couldn't help but cry out! His penis kept swelling in my mouth, and I felt quite successful playing with it. My vulva started to itch, so I said, "Sir, please lie down."

He obediently lay down on the bed, and I immediately climbed on top of him, wiping my saliva on my vulva with one hand, and holding his penis with the other, preparing to sit down. His surprised expression seemed to indicate that he couldn't believe a woman could be so rough! Haha, no matter what he thinks, I've got this lamb in my grasp! I sat down abruptly, "Ah..." we both cried out. I immediately started shaking my body excitedly, while he awkwardly turned his face away.

Such a shy boy in the world?! I've never had such an opponent before. Seeing his youthful appearance made me want to play with him even more. I placed my hand on his chest and started shaking my hips vigorously. I kept shaking my hips, letting my penis go in and out of him, rubbing against his labia—it felt so good! The more I shook, the more comfortable it felt. Seeing that Saba was still turning his head away, I playfully played with his nipples through his clothes. "Ah..." he cried out! Seeing him frown, looking like he was being bullied, yet unable to fight back, was just so adorable!

As I rocked him, my penis filled his vagina, my labia were rubbed, and my body gradually went limp. I leaned down, wanting to kiss his lips. "No...no!" He actually refused my kiss, half-surprised and half-terrified?! At that moment, I wanted someone to kiss me, but I was also a little unwilling, so I continued to lean forward for a kiss, but he pushed me away. No way, I'm going to fight you!

I wasn't angry, so I kicked my legs, changed to a squatting position, and then shook my waist violently, letting my buttocks "smack~ smack~ smack~" slam heavily against his penis! "Ah..." Saba cried out again. I shook my hips rapidly, thrusting my penis inside him repeatedly, stimulating him so much that he gripped the sheets, "Heh~ Heh~" as he endured my movements. My

penis kept thrusting in, my vagina was constantly being filled and emptied, and I was almost in ecstasy myself. I couldn't help but grope him, crying out, "Ah~ Ah~ Ah~". "Shu!" Saba kept gesturing to me to be quieter, but I ignored him and instead grabbed his hand and pressed it against my breasts! His hand seemed stiff, completely hesitant to touch my breasts, but I treated it like a toy and continued playing with them.

With each thrust, waves of pleasure surged through my brain, and my body became even more aroused. While caressing my breasts, I couldn't help but suck on my fingers, continuing to shake my hips and thrust my penis violently. "Ah... Ah..." Saba cried out with increasing pleasure, it seemed he was about to climax! "Well, I won't hold back, I'm going to devour you, this 'sheep'!" I knelt down again, shaking my hips rapidly, almost like a vibration. "Ah~" I couldn't help but cry out! He gripped the sheets, clenching his teeth, desperately trying to hold back. But I wouldn't let him hold back, shaking myself wildly, rubbing my labia, letting my penis thrust wildly, even I could hardly take it anymore! He gritted his teeth, letting out a cry of "Ah...ah...ya!" and we both climaxed!

Finally, he ejaculated inside me. Yes, because of Islamic teachings, condoms are forbidden, and I had taken birth control pills, so I let him ejaculate inside me. This "wolf" had finally devoured this "lamb," and sat on the bed, smoking a "post-coital cigarette"; while he, shyly, covered himself up and quickly pulled his pants back up, leaving the place! Arab boys like Saba are actually quite cute, aren't they?

Later, chatting with other women, I learned that even when it comes to prostitution, there are many rules. Arab Muslims understand sex as purely physiological release, so too much sexual provocation is inappropriate. For example, Saba wouldn't let me kiss him because his mouth belonged to his wife, and he would feel guilty if he kissed someone else. I thought only women had this mentality!

When they were with clients, everything was very calm; they didn't even exchange many words. One of the women even reminded me not to moan so loudly next time. Actually, it's best not to make a sound, because if someone heard me, I might be charged with "moral offenses," which would be dangerous.

As I continued working, I noticed that most of the clients were very cold towards me. I couldn't help but think of a picture in a book about Islam: an Arab man with a room covered in posters of sexy Western actresses, but a simple picture of his wife above his bed. The implication is that for them, sexy Western women are just for sexual fantasies; their wives are always the ones at home. These Islamic traditions are actually a kind of pure joy that I partially appreciate, which is anti-modern, anti-Western, and somewhat cynical, and I was mentally prepared for this from the beginning.

However, perhaps I overestimated my tolerance; facing it honestly, I still felt somewhat uneasy. In Egypt, after more than two months of working as a prostitute, I felt I had seen enough of what I wanted to see. And it wasn't a pleasant experience, so I packed my bags and left this ancient country with a five-thousand-year history, which had been the center of the Islamic world since the tenth century.

After returning to Hong Kong, I focused on completing a year of studies. Of course, during this time, I also helped with some social movements and social work, such as community businesses and community mutual aid associations. The year passed quickly, and summer vacation came again. This summer, I joined a volunteer group to Africa. The main work of the volunteer group was relief, disease prevention, and sanitation, and I could also experience life in Africa!

The first place the volunteer group went to was Sierra Leone! Sierra Leone, located in West Africa, has been embroiled in a well-known civil war for over a decade since 1991 and is also a source of "blood diamonds." Although peace has been restored in recent years with the presence of peacekeeping forces from multiple countries, the local economy remains underdeveloped, and sanitation and security are poor. Remnants of rebel groups and bandits frequently appear. The safest places in the country are likely either peacekeeping force camps or the camps of our rescue teams.

Our volunteer team is stationed in a relatively suburban area, so the conditions are simple, and the villagers live a relatively rustic life. However, contrary to some television programs, they are not primitive tribes. In fact, primitive tribes have long comprised less than 5% of the African population. For example, in the villages we serve, although they lack electricity, they wear T-shirts, jeans, etc., and all their grain is transported to cities for sale. Our main services are supplying materials and providing vaccinations.

One early morning, someone knocked on our door, making a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound. We opened the door and saw a man over six feet tall carrying a wounded man, pleading for help! It turned out that the peacekeeping troops had mistaken the sound of hunting gunfire for rebels and opened fire indiscriminately. The man was one of the hunters; he was also wounded but insisted on bringing his companion for first aid.

Most of the people went to help the wounded man, leaving me, an outsider, with no opportunity. I only knew some basic bandaging, so I grabbed cotton, medicine, and bandages and volunteered to bandage the wounded man's wounds. Oh, his wounds were even reaching the bone! Just as I was stunned, he asked me for disinfectant, a needle, and thread, and right in front of my face, he started stitching up his own wounds.

I chatted with him and learned that his name was Shanka, and he belonged to the Diak tribe. Even though their weapons had changed, they still lived a nomadic hunting life in the forest. They would bring their prey to the village to exchange for grain and guns. When crossing the plains, they would hunt some bison and wild sheep. This accident happened in this way.

For the next few days, he stayed here with his injured tribesmen. He helped us when we were setting up tents and digging a well, and he seemed to have inexhaustible energy and was stronger than the others. He also seemed very interested in me, an Asian woman, and often chatted with me, perhaps because he rarely saw people of Asian descent. Maybe I'm a bit horny, but my interest in him grew stronger; I wanted to see how his primitive physique differed from other men around the world.

That day, he was like someone who had finished work, joking with me in heavily accented, vulgar, and even tribal-infused English. I winked at him, took his hand, and said, "Come in," slowly leading him to my room. Actually, many men and women in our volunteer group have had relationships with other members, but no one is like me, not even sparing the people they serve, haha!

As soon as we entered the room and closed the door, I threw myself into his arms. He was stunned for a moment, but immediately picked me up and touched my buttocks. I didn't hold back and reached down to his crotch! "Oh, your penis is so big!" I meant it; I couldn't even fully grasp it with one hand. "Hehe~" He chuckled and pulled down his pants—and

it really was big! Even when not erect, it was already thicker than a banana, making my mouth water. But I quickly stopped thinking that way. I was still oblivious to the shock and knelt down, sucking his huge penis while rubbing his testicles with my hands. As I sucked, his penis gradually swelled, and my mouth could barely hold it. I looked at it, and wow... his penis was almost as long as my arm and thicker than my arm!

My heart started to flutter, but Shanka had already reached out and helped me up. "No... Shanka, actually... I'm sorry, I don't..." He kept getting closer to me, and I could only retreat to the bed; I wanted to refuse, but his lips were on my lips again! "Mmm..." My mouth was blocked by him, and I couldn't speak; he had already reached between my legs, pulled down my panties, and pressed his penis against my labia~ I panicked at this moment, and tried to push him away with my hands, but I couldn't move him... Ah, he had already penetrated me!

His penis slowly pushed in, stretching my vagina several times its original size! My vagina felt like it was about to tear, but Shanka swayed his hips, making his penis thrust in and out continuously... His penis was so big, it filled my vagina to burst when it went in, and emptied it all out in one go, it was like a colon cleanse~ I gritted my teeth, "Ah~~ Ah~~", I couldn't even speak, my hands could only clench in front of my chest, my legs were bent, resisting his thrusts!

Then, Shanka gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, his lips passionately kissing mine. He stroked my head as he kissed me, and my body softened. His penis gradually increased in speed, thrusting in and out, slowly filling and emptying me. "Ah~" I cried out, uncontrollably convulsing and trembling.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to come like this~" Shanka teased me. Who wouldn't tremble when being fucked by that giant penis?! But instead of arguing, I immediately turned and tried to escape. "Don't run away, I haven't had enough yet~" he said, forcefully pulling me back. Poor me, I had to submit to his crotch again, mercilessly attacked by his giant penis. Shanka climbed onto my back, pressing down on my body, and thrusting his penis inside me again!

I crawled on the sheets, desperately trying to escape, but he pressed down on me, thrusting into me relentlessly, his body pressed against my back and my breasts. Each thrust pushed his massive penis fully inside, penetrating me until my vagina felt like it was about to burst! "No, no..." Tears streamed down my face, but he continued to rub my breasts and lick my ear from behind, saying, "Miss's vagina is so tight, so comfortable~" With each thrust, my vagina began to sting! I cried out, "Waaah...waaah..." but he thought I was crying from pleasure, continuing to thrust his penis in and out. "Ah~" He finally couldn't hold back any longer. I don't know how long he fucked me before he finally ejaculated.

For the next few days, even walking was painful, so I simply pretended to be sick and stayed in bed. The other members of the tour group thought I had caught some kind of disease and gave me pills and injections. Although it was a bit of a hardship, not many Hong Kong girls have ever tasted such a big penis. Besides, it wasn't entirely without pleasure, so it was definitely something worth experiencing!

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