A short story about an experience of hiring a prostitute, by alwfnay

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After reading many stories written by others, I also wanted to write something. Please forgive me if it's not well written.
That was around 2007 or 2008, in our county. At that time, a friend of mine ran an illegal internet cafe, but later, for some personal reasons, and also because he felt he was still young and wanted to go out and try his luck, to see if there were any good opportunities outside. I happened to be unemployed at the time, and since we were good friends, he asked me to watch the internet cafe for him for a while, until he was settled outside and would close it down. I happened to be free, so I went over.
Our internet cafe was on the floor below someone else's. The landlord who rented our room upstairs ran a massage parlor—the kind that's shady, with those little red lights on at night, you know what I mean, haha. The girls upstairs usually slept during the day because they only worked at night and had nothing to do during the day. So, in the afternoons, some girls would often come down to our place to use the internet. After a couple of visits, some of them became quite familiar with me. If there weren't many customers, I wouldn't charge them much.
Hehe, to be honest, it's pretty lonely for a single man to stay up all night alone. Of course, sometimes my mind wanders, especially when I see guys coming in the middle of the night and taking girls away for the night. At those times, I really thought, "Others have women to take them, while I'm sleeping alone, so lonely and miserable." Sigh, for a while, two girls who looked really young came in—their breasts were barely noticeable—I guessed they were only sixteen or seventeen. Prostitutes usually have a high turnover rate; they disappeared in less than two weeks. Thinking about it now, it's such a pity, they were so tender.
However, I always thought, "Even a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," and if something happened, it wouldn't be easy to see each other again, so I always just looked on with longing but never made a move. Looking back now, I was really all talk and no action; I was very honest back then. Usually, friends would come over for drinks, and after a few of us had drunk quite a bit, we'd start thinking about women. We'd discuss it and decide to go to a massage parlor, but I always advised them to go somewhere else, not upstairs. Haha, actually, none of us really did anything there; at most, we'd touch breasts and such, just to satisfy our cravings.
A few months passed like this. During that time, my friend would often come back to see me for drinks, check on the shop, and we went out together a few times. But he was quite into this kind of thing and dared to take risks. I remember one of my friends telling me that before I came here, this guy got drunk one night and stayed out until three or four in the morning. He wanted women, so he went to the girls' dormitory upstairs. Because he had been here much longer than me, he knew many of the girls very well, and they recognized him. As a result, he slept with one of the girls, and after he was done, he didn't pay her. He just went back to sleep. The next day, he still hadn't paid her, so he pretended not to remember. Friends who knew about it laughed at him. I don't know how he resolved it later.
Okay, enough rambling. Let's get down to business. Earlier I mentioned my friend who often came over for drinks. This time he came back to close his internet cafe. Back then, illegal internet cafes weren't making much money, and they were cracking down hard, so he simply shut it down. So that day he closed early, and the two of them drank quite a bit. Then he started thinking about girls again and said, "Let's go upstairs, my treat." I was also a bit drunk at the time, and I was quite tempted, after all, I'd been holding back for months. I figured I wasn't going to be there anymore anyway, so... well, you know what I mean.
Actually, I've been upstairs before, but I've never done anything there. We all live in the same building and see each other all the time, but I've never been up there at night. Usually, the girls sit in the small living room while they're at work and wait for customers to come in. Then, when the customers arrive, they can choose whatever they like.
When we came up, we saw five or six women sitting on the sofa chatting. I noticed two of them seemed to be regulars who frequented the internet cafes, so we exchanged smiles. Something felt off. Then a woman who looked a bit older, around thirty, came up – I wondered if she was a madam. We all knew each other, but she didn't greet us or say anything. She just stood up, smiled, and said, "Come get a massage! Take a look and see which one you like." She was definitely experienced; she didn't say anything and knew everyone would feel comfortable.
My friend let me choose first, and with the courage of the alcohol, I didn't stand on ceremony. I glanced around and saw two unfamiliar faces, probably not long ago. One of them looked alright, around 24 or 25 years old, about 160cm tall, and looked well-proportioned.
I nodded to her, "You're the one." She stood up and walked ahead. I smiled at my friend and followed. Usually, places like this divide some rooms into two or three smaller cubicles to make more space. I walked past two or three cubicles with her and we entered an empty cubicle. It was dimly lit and sparsely furnished, with just a soft leather bed that looked like the kind you'd find in a hair salon for a shampoo. There was also a small table next to it, probably for toilet paper. I lay down.
(I don't know what to call this woman. I didn't ask her, and I don't want her to write it like that, so I'll just call her the Ponytail Girl.)
Because I like girls with ponytails, and because ponytails give off a youthful and carefree vibe, I chose this one with a ponytail. ) The girl with the ponytail came over and stood behind my head, massaging my shoulders and chatting casually with me. Of course, most men who come to a place like this can't just sit there and let her massage their shoulders for an hour, right? Everyone knows what that means; at the very least, they're there to masturbate.
So when she switched seats and sat on the edge of the bed to massage my breasts from the front, I couldn't resist reaching over and lifting her clothes, pushing her bra up, and then cupping her breasts with one hand, caressing them, my index finger occasionally flicking her nipples. They felt very soft; I don't like very big breasts, but rather firm, perky ones.
Her breasts looked quite full, but felt very soft to the touch. Hmm, almost like an inverted small bowl, with slightly pointed nipples. I wonder if I'm arousing her, haha… Of course, if I just wanted to give her a massage tonight, to satisfy my urges, then the next step would be to wrap my left arm around her waist from behind, then occasionally move down to her buttocks, while my right hand, of course, would tease her breasts, continuing to squeeze, gently knead, or caress them.
He would occasionally touch my already hardening nipples. Then he would have her use both hands to unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants, and pull out my long-awaited little brother. Sometimes her movements were rapid, sometimes gentle, until finally... Damn, it was just masturbation.
Generally, because these kinds of massages are inexpensive, most women won't let you touch their genitals. That's about all I can do. I've heard of guys who can put their hands down there and bring their partners to orgasm, but I've never done that.
As I mentioned before, my purpose tonight wasn't just that, so when I reached for her left breast, I asked her, "Want to do it?" "Yes," she said. Then I asked her about the price, and it seemed about right, so I said, "Let's do it then." She told me to wait a moment, then stood up, straightened her clothes, and went out. I guess she went to talk to someone outside. After a while, she came back in with a box of tissues, and what looked like she was holding something in her other hand. She told me to follow her to another room. We walked past two or three rooms, and I could still hear people talking inside. Business was good.
Then we walked to a door, she opened it and went inside, and I followed. There was a staircase inside, about eight or nine steps, leading to several small rooms, all with their doors closed. She told me, "You need to be able to get here, there are too many people outside." I just smiled. She opened one of the rooms and went in. Once inside, I looked around; there was still a bed, enough for one person, but it was quite high, almost up to my thigh. There was a small table, and the lighting was still dim. She went over and put a tissue box on the table, and with her other hand, she placed something she had been holding on it. I saw it—two condoms.
I took off my shirt, and then I saw her start taking off her clothes too. I asked her where she put her clothes, and she took them from me, folded them up a bit, and put them at the back of the bed. I then took off all my clothes and handed them to her, and she folded them one by one. She seemed quite meticulous.
She was a woman who should be living a simple life, but unfortunately, she ended up in this line of work. Then she took off all her clothes and folded them next to me. My penis was already erect, as if it couldn't wait any longer.
She picked up a condom from the table and tore open the packaging. Since I generally don't like using condoms, I said, "Let's not use one." She looked up at me and said, "No, you have to use one." Seeing that she was quite determined, I didn't force her. After putting on the condom, she climbed onto the bed, lay on her back, and closed her eyes. Now that I have time, I can look at her more closely. She has a decent figure; although she's not tall, her hips are a good size, unlike some women whose center of gravity is all down there.
Her waist was perfectly proportioned, her legs were long and slender, and her breasts, because she was lying on her back, didn't appear as perky. They were slightly larger than the five-cent buns downstairs, but could be described as well-proportioned, and the overall proportions looked harmonious. Because the lighting was dim, I couldn't see too many details: her skin was slightly fair, her areolas were not very clear in the darkness, but they appeared to be a light color, and her nipples were small, about the size of peanuts. Her pubic hair wasn't thick, but it was quite long, making her entire pubic area appear dark.
I had originally planned to do some foreplay, like touching, but she stopped me. I felt like she wanted to end the transaction as quickly as possible. There was no other way but to get on top of her. Since the bed was small, I didn't climb on it; I just stood on the floor and made her move closer to me. She pulled her legs together, lifting her buttocks and pressing them against my lower body. I reached out and grabbed her thighs; hmm, they felt good, her skin looked nice. I pulled her body closer with both hands, bringing her genitals into intimate contact with my penis.
I was just about to guide my penis to its proper place when her hand reached out and grabbed it, pressing it against a soft spot. I thrust forward, feeling no resistance as I entered a warm, soft place. A soft moan reached my ear, and a sensation of my entire penis being enveloped by something incredibly soft and warm washed over me, causing me to pause involuntarily. At that moment, only one thought occupied my mind: so soft.
It felt so warm… I paused for a moment, then slowly started moving again. After about five or six thrusts, I heard a soft moan again… I looked down at my penis moving in and out of her flesh, withdrawing and thrusting in again and again, her thighs and plump buttocks colliding, making a series of slapping sounds, slapping… slapping… slapping… The sound was like heavenly music to my ears. Just as I was about to speed up the pace, she suddenly said, “Did you cut your pubic hair? It hurts so much.” “Yes, I usually trim it when it gets too long and uncomfortable. Why are you uncomfortable?” “It hurts so much.” She kept her eyes closed and didn’t say anything more. I didn’t know what she was feeling, but she didn’t say anything more, so I continued moving.
Gradually, I felt something was different; it seemed much wetter and slipperier, making my movements faster and faster. I could vaguely hear the sound of water. Curious, I reached out my right hand to check, only to touch a soft spot. She grabbed my hand, saying, "Don't touch, don't touch." "Damn!" I thought to myself, "What a bad attitude." So, I grabbed her right leg and placed it on my shoulder, beginning to thrust forcefully. Each thrust made my penis press even closer against her vulva. I noticed her moans weren't very strong, punctuated by a rhythm of about three or four seconds. The sounds were soft, mostly humming, and she wasn't very proactive, more of a passive type.
After a while, I started to feel tired in this position, so I wanted to change it. I pulled my penis out, and she opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "What are you doing?" "Let's change, from behind," I said. "What are you doing?" She seemed a little reluctant, but she still turned around and knelt on the bed. Because of the contraction of her legs, her buttocks appeared unusually large and round, and the round buttocks accentuated her waist. From the side, her slender waist and buttocks formed a beautiful curve.
I climbed onto the bed, but because her buttocks were sticking up a bit too high, I had to ask her to lower them a little. Looking down, I could only see her plump, beautiful buttocks; I couldn't see the clearly moist cleft anymore. So I had to ask her to lift them up a little more, and she groaned, "Trouble." This time it was almost perfect.
I held her throbbing penis again, and with just a gentle push, half of it sank into her crevice. "Much tighter this time," she said, probably due to the position. I held her slender waist with both hands, thrusting my hips forward. Her waist sank sharply downward, her head lifting slightly. "Mmm," she moaned, a louder groan than before. Now it was fully inside, but because it was already sufficiently lubricated, I gradually increased my speed and force, my penis pressing ever tighter against her slit. Her voice became noticeably more rapid, "Mmm...mmm..."
The soft moans were gone; the sounds of my lower body slapping her plump buttocks grew louder and louder. "Mmm...oh...oh..." The sounds grew louder, and I began to breathe heavily. Her pair of white, tender breasts swayed with each forceful thrust. I reached down and grabbed her swaying breasts, kneading them with my hands, while my penis rhythmically moved in and out of her wet, throbbing vulva. "Oh...ah...oh...mmm...oh..." "No rush, take it slow, don't finish so quickly," I thought, slowing down. I gently caressed her entire body; her skin was so beautiful. "Take it slow, these breasts and buttocks are so white, so smooth and tender, it'll be better to play with them longer."
"I still can't see her face clearly enough, let's try a front view, and I can also play with her breasts while I'm at it." I stopped and pulled my penis out. She went limp as if she had no bones left. "Come on, let's try a front view," I said. She opened her eyes and looked at me but didn't move, so I had to turn her around myself. I felt like she didn't have much strength left, so I lifted her two round, slender legs and placed them on either side of her body. In the dim light, looking at the grass that had been ravaged by a typhoon, the labia majora at the opening of her vulva were as disheveled as leaves knocked down by the autumn wind; her breasts were dazzlingly white, and the peanut-sized, hardened nipples still stood proudly like swans! A face that, while not stunning, could be described as pretty, with slightly trembling eyelashes, at this moment, I couldn't help but be moved.
A surge of desire welled up within me, and I pressed myself against her. A beautiful moan escaped her lips, and this time my penis plunged in all the way. My face was pressed against her beautiful breasts, sucking them frantically, while my penis thrust rapidly in and out of her already ravaged flesh. She gasped again, "Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...oh...oh..." Suddenly, I wanted to kiss her, but as I reached for my lips, she opened her eyes, turned her face away, and said, "No, not here." Like ice water suddenly poured over me in winter, my desire vanished by more than half.
"This won't work, that won't let me, this is getting a bit boring." With that thought, I wanted to end it all, so I increased the speed of my thrusts, accompanied by rapid breathing, "Mmm...oh...ah...mmm..." The loud slapping sounds from the thrusting grew louder and louder, "Slap...slap..." "Mmm...oh...ah...mmm..." "Huff...huff..."
As my penis ejaculated a long-awaited stream of semen, the battle ended. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to have an orgasm in the end.
She was so exhausted after she finished that she barely wanted to move. I held her in my arms for a while in the room, and we got dressed together after she calmed down.
When we walked out together, I asked her how she was feeling. She said, "Your fur hurt so much today." I smiled, hugged her, and then left with my friend.
Because our internet cafe closed down and we were no longer in that area, I never saw her again.
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Although it's not well-written—after all, my skills are limited, and I rarely type this much—typos are inevitable; but it's a true story, a nostalgic reflection on my lost youth…
【over】

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