[Real Experience of Hiring a Prostitute in the US, Having Sex with a Stunning Transgender Woman] [The End]

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A while ago, I went to the US with a friend for business and stayed in New Jersey for six days. Since we finished our business early, we had two days of free time.
On the fourth night, my friend asked if I wanted to hire an American prostitute. We'd hired prostitutes together before in China, but we'd never done it before, and I wasn't very confident.
My friend said, "Damn, I'm not sure either, but let's see what happens." So we did it. We didn't dare hire one at our hotel; we just waved outside, and a taxi pulled up. American taxis are really talkative, they talk non-stop.
The driver was black, and as anyone who's seen American movies knows, black men are generally more impressive in bed, with longer penises—no doubt about it. It's like they don't have issues like small penises, impotence, or premature ejaculation.
The black man kept talking the whole way, asking where we were going, what we were doing in America, if we were Chinese, and how much he liked China. I said Chinese women are gentle, while American women are wild. My friend gave me a thumbs up, thinking I'd steered the conversation in a good way. The Black man said he knew where to find good women—American ladies, European girls, Korean housewives, Japanese women, and ladyboys from various countries, all guaranteed quality.
My friend was skeptical, asking how I knew so much, and if I was a pimp.
The Black man excitedly shouted, "Jesus Christ! Absolutely not!" My friend said, "Interesting, take us there quickly!" After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at a hotel, not a luxury one—too luxurious to afford… We gave the Black man a tip, which was seven times the amount in RMB—enough to buy a massage or something back home.
We booked two single rooms, intentionally not one at a time; American women are so ruthless, I was definitely unsure about the first time.
The hotel staff asked if we needed anything, but we waved them off; we generally don't touch the women in these hotels.
I checked the hotel's contact information and found about seven or eight so-called "prostitutes." We called one, and a woman with a sweet voice asked what kind of service we wanted. Apparently, prostitutes in China offer all-inclusive services, unlike in China where there are different prices for oral sex, overnight stays, and casual sex—they're too finely divided. They
just jump right in and want you to finish quickly; their professionalism is terrible.
My friend asked, "Do you have any ladyboys?" My jaw nearly dropped. The woman explained that she guaranteed the best ladyboys.
My friend agreed on the price, gave the address and room number, and hung up.
I slammed my fist on the table and yelled at my friend, "Fuck your grandma! You call yourself a ladyboy?! I'm here to fuck big American asses, and you call yourself a half-male, half-female ladyboy?!"
My friend quickly comforted me, saying, "We're just here to try something new. I'll treat you, I'll treat you, I'll treat you." I chuckled and clapped my hands, "That's more like it. When we get back to China, I'll treat you to your first time."
My friend said, "This deal's a good one, let's go!" I took a shower, lay in bed waiting, and less than half an hour later the doorbell rang.
My friend got up to open the door, and two tall, long-haired women entered, one blonde and one brown. The blonde was wearing a black coat and carrying a handbag. She took off her coat as soon as she entered, revealing a black V-neck jumpsuit underneath. Good heavens, her breasts were beyond description; they were more like footballs or basketballs. She had long legs, wore flesh-colored stockings, and incredibly high, platform heels.
The blonde woman walked up to me: "Wow! You're Chinese men? My handsome guys?" I said, "I'm definitely not American musclemen!" The prostitute giggled and pointed at me, saying, "I like this human man." I looked at the brown-haired woman; she was definitely Western, with big breasts and a large butt. I glanced at my friend and thought he was in for a rough time. The brown-haired woman went back to her room with my friend, while the blonde woman and I stayed inside. Because of our previous interaction, I felt a little embarrassed.
"OK, I'm Jessy!" the blonde said sweetly, self-satisfied.
I only remembered when I saw her barely visible Adam's apple that he wasn't a woman, he was a transvestite. I was here for prostitution, not to chat.
"I'm Stanly," I said, walking towards the bed, thinking about how to fuck him later—at least he was a man. My mind was still reeling. It was all that bastard's fault for being a transvestite; it would have been so much better to play with the real thing.

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