I once acted as a "wildcat".

I've always looked down on women who work as prostitutes, but little did I know I'd become one myself.
That day, I was in a bad mood, having just argued with my husband. Wearing a very sexy nightgown, I ran out into the street.
Hiding in the shadows of a small shop, I wondered if that jerk would come looking for me. Five minutes passed, and he still hadn't appeared. Sulking, I started wandering the street. Then I noticed men leering at me. It dawned on me—this street was the city's infamous prostitute district, with groups of young women dressed as provocatively as I was. I decided to stand in the shadows of a streetlamp and see just how attractive I was. Sure enough, after I stopped, men with ulterior motives stared at me with unabashed, uninhibited gazes, treating me like merchandise for sale.
Years of sexual activity had made my figure sexy and alluring. My friends said I looked like Liu Yifei, but much more voluptuous. I'd even considered going to film school, but my grades were too poor—it was just a pipe dream.
Thinking of my husband's heartlessness, I steeled myself and decided to sell myself to teach that bastard a lesson. I quickly negotiated prices with seven or eight decent-looking men, setting a bottom line of 800 yuan. I knew the going rate here was 300-400 yuan, and I was confident I was much prettier than those prostitutes, plus it was the first time I didn't want to sell myself cheaply. I asked for 1000 yuan, but those men, oblivious to my value, actually tried to bargain down to 200. I couldn't be bothered to haggle, and besides, it was only 10:30 pm; I wanted to find a handsome man.
Just then, a middle-aged man who had been watching me for a while approached. He immediately agreed to my price and told me to come with him right away. He wasn't my ideal client, but I was in a bind, and he had promised 1000 yuan. I looked around, hoping to see my husband, but I didn't.
While I was still hesitating, the man hailed a taxi and pulled up beside me. He didn't seem like a bad guy, so I gritted my teeth and got into the car with him.
He was relatively well-behaved in the car, only putting his arm around my waist and making no other moves, which made me like him quite a bit. We got off at a decent-looking hotel. At first, I was worried that the hotel security guards might ask what we were doing there, but they just glanced at me a few times and let us into the
lobby as if it were nothing unusual. I'd booked rooms with my husband before, but this was the first time with a stranger. Luckily, the receptionist quickly processed the check-in, and I practically ran up to him in the elevator. The hotel was three-star, and the room was very nice. When I heard the door close softly and lock, I knew there was no turning back now.
He asked me to shower with him, but I refused and told him to go first. He didn't say much, just put his arm around me and gave my breast a few firm squeezes with the other before going into the bathroom.
He didn't close the door while he showered, probably afraid I'd sneak away. I leaned against the headboard and watched TV to hide my unease. When he came out, he only had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly showing his erect penis. He pressed me down on the bed, his hands roughly fondling my body, and took off my pajamas. I quickly said I hadn't showered yet, and ran into the bathroom in just my underwear.
That was probably the longest shower I'd ever taken. I was afraid to face what was about to happen. Before tonight, I had never imagined having sex with a stranger, selling my body like a prostitute.
Finally, after the man's repeated urging, I came out of the bathroom. He was obviously impatient. He carried me from the bathroom door to the bed, spread my arms and legs wide, and his hard penis went straight into my body.
This was the first time I'd experienced sex without foreplay or caresses. Luckily, my vagina is the wet type, and he only needed a few thrusts to insert it all the way in.
I could clearly feel that his penis was thicker and longer than my husband's, and when it was fully inserted, it even reached my clitoris. Although there was no caresses, the tension and excitement quickly brought me to orgasm. Just as my climax subsided slightly, a hot torrent shot into my core, splashing inside me. With a few intermittent ejaculations, he finally lay still on top of me.
I held him tightly, hoping his penis would stay inside me a little longer, to savor the feeling of being filled and satisfied. But like my husband, he soon went limp and slipped out of my vagina.
In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt him licking and sucking my labia; it was itchy and pleasurable, and I began to tremble unconsciously.
He asked me to lick his penis too. This was the first time in my life I had experienced oral sex and given oral sex to another man. I didn't refuse, and finally, he ejaculated in my mouth.
Perhaps it was revenge against my husband, or perhaps there was a primal desire within me. The argument was just a trigger, unleashing another part of myself. Once morality was broken, all that remained was madness.
He hugged me contentedly:
"Miss, are you a virgin?" he asked in my ear.
"I won't tell you."
He laughed, hugging me even tighter.
"This is your first time doing this outside, isn't it!" "He suddenly stared into my eyes.
I was startled, a chill ran down my spine, and I sat up straight in his arms, feeling my face begin to burn.
Satisfied with my reaction, he pulled me closer and kissed my breasts. Under his caresses, I calmed down.
"How did you know?" I asked him softly.
"Haha!" he laughed. "I could tell when you were standing on the street. You were wearing pajamas, but you weren't wearing makeup. Real prostitutes wear makeup that looks cheap!"
I realized he was right. I had showered and was going to bed with my husband, but we'd argued and I'd run out of the house. I really wasn't wearing makeup.
"That's all?" I asked suspiciously.
"Of course not. You asked for 1000 and didn't haggle with those people, which means you were hesitant about whether to do it or not."
"Real prostitutes would haggle down to 400-500, but you obviously don't need the money and aren't in a hurry to sell yourself. Why is that?" "He turned the question around on me.
I looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to have observed my thoughts so accurately.
"Why? Why did you agree to me later?" he pressed on with interest.
"You're so naughty! You agreed to 1000 right away and didn't haggle, I wouldn't dare to back out! You didn't seem like a bad person, that's why I came with you."
"Hahahaha!" he suddenly laughed, and I sat up.
"You didn't ask me to wear a condom, which further proves my judgment!"
"What judgment?" I asked, puzzled.
"You're a decent young woman! And it's your first time soliciting on the street!" he said with a smug smile.
"Screw you, I went out on the street because I was angry!"
I suddenly felt guilty. Although I was a married woman, and although I had given my first time to my husband, I still felt guilty for having sex with another man behind his back.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "He saw through my thoughts and quickly apologized.
Then, he started kissing my lips, and I involuntarily responded. We made love wildly, rolling from the bed to the carpet, doing it from the front and from the back, trying many different positions. I was amazed by his variety and stamina...
Lost in lust, I became increasingly craving this unfamiliar and stimulating satisfaction. What would I do next?
I thought, I'll never forget this feeling..."

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