College student working as call girl

During the summer before my senior year of college, I took an overnight bus from my home in Tainan back to my university in Taipei. When I finally got to my dorm around 11 PM, I discovered the school was closed for the summer, with no classes or work for a week. The dorms were also temporarily closed, and I was doomed. All my classmates had gone back to central or southern Taiwan. The people living in Taipei were either female or people I didn't know well, and it was so late; I didn't want to bother them.

So, I rode my bike to the East District to kill some time, but by midnight I was exhausted and decided to stay at a hotel. I found one that looked relatively clean, not one with dark glass doors, an old and dirty sign, or a cheap-looking hotel that advertised itself as a luxury hotel. Upon entering, I saw an elderly woman at the front desk. She said there were no single rooms available, so I had to stay in a double room, but she only charged me the single room price. After registering my name and getting the key, I went up to my room on the third floor. The room was fairly clean; the sheets and comforter were neat and tidy, and the plain curtains paired with light yellow wallpaper showed the owner's attention to detail.

Ring…ring…ring…

Strange, a phone call. Why would anyone be looking for me? Maybe the front desk needs to give some instructions.

"Hello! Sir! Would you like someone to accompany you?"

Accompany me? Strange, what for?

Oh! I know, they want to call a prostitute.

At that moment, a wicked thought popped into my head: since no one here will recognize me anyway, I might as well go for it.

"Okay."

After hanging up, I immediately regretted it. I'm still a virgin! Giving my first time to a prostitute like this is such a waste. And what if she's ugly, looks like an old hag? What if I get infected? Boils, syphilis, rashes, even AIDS—my life would be over.

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. My heart pounded faster and faster, my nerves tightened, and cold sweat broke out.

No, no, I can't keep messing around like this. I bravely picked up the phone and told the counter I didn't want it anymore.

Just as I picked up the receiver…

Ring… Ring…

Oh no! It's the doorbell. She's already here.

Oh well, whatever, I can't be that unlucky and get infected on my first time. With a determined heart, I opened the door.

A pretty girl stood outside, her face bare of makeup, but it was clear she was very beautiful. She wore a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and jeans, white canvas shoes, and had long, flowing hair. She smiled slightly at me and said, "Hi! Hello."

In front of such a beautiful girl, I suddenly became flustered, stammering, "Okay...okay...ahhh." I answered blankly, wondering if she had come to the wrong room, because she looked like an ordinary college girl on campus, not at all like the call girl I had in mind.

"Excuse me, miss, are you looking for...?" I needed to make sure she wasn't in the wrong room, lest she do something inappropriate.

But that seemed unnecessary, because she had already taken off her t-shirt.

Her bra was strapless, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups covering half of her full breasts. The pale pink lace bra held her full breasts tightly, the well-fitting bra filling them perfectly, making them stand tall and proud, at least 33 inches high, as perky as those women in those breast-enhancing pill commercials. The

slightly pointed center of the rounded cups must be her nipples.

I felt a strange pressure on the front of my pants, a constant swelling, swelling… The kind of bikini photos of beauty pageant contestants, the kind of female bodies that I'd fantasized about and masturbated until my legs went weak, were actually appearing right before my eyes.

She seemed used to men's stunned expressions. She tossed her hair back, tilted her head, and smiled, saying, "Am I beautiful?"

I opened my mouth, but nervously couldn't speak.

She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, took off her pants, and kicked off her sneakers. Every movement was so smooth and natural, so unpretentious, as if she were preparing to take a shower in her bathroom at home. Her underwear was white, with white floral lace trim. The triangle area was slightly raised, vaguely revealing a blurry shadow, contrasting with her slender waist. Her thighs were shapely, as alluring as a Xiao Qiang pantyhose advertisement.

She took my hand, sending a sudden jolt through me, like when I secretly held hands with my crush while crossing the street—a mix of nervousness and excitement. She led me to the bathroom door, then turned back:

"Take your clothes off outside first." I

hastily pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving me in only my underwear. Reaching the bathroom door, I took a deep breath and pinched my thigh hard; the pain made me believe I wasn't dreaming.

Entering the bathroom, I saw she had already taken off her bra and underwear, completely naked. Her slender hands were gently rubbing her nipples, and a tuft of hair was between her teeth, making her shoulder-length hair appear somewhat disheveled. Her genitals were covered in thick pubic hair; seeing a woman's dark, rosy area for the first time, my breathing became quite rapid.

Before I could even react, she had already slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasped my throbbing, hard penis, and slowly began to rub it. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I almost suffocated.

When she pulled my underwear down, my erect penis stood proudly erect, swollen and red, becoming even harder and more vigorous under her gentle caresses. One hand supported the base of my penis, while the other deftly played with my testicles. Waves of heat surged from my genitals, shooting up my spine and into my brain. Having never been with a woman before, I couldn't withstand the stimulation; I felt a surge of fluid about to gush from my glans.

No! No, it would be too embarrassing to ejaculate like this; she would definitely laugh at me.

I tried my best to clench my buttocks to prevent ejaculation. She probably noticed my embarrassment, removed her hands from my penis, and began to lather her body with soap.

"Sit on the stool," she told me, turning on the shower and wetting me.

I thought she was going to lather me with soap, but instead, she started using her soap-covered pubic hair to scrub my back, from my back, shoulders, and chest. Naturally, I lay down on the floor and she straddled me to scrub my genitals. This kind of bathing with pubic hair was much more skillful than just using her hands to lather me with soap, and it made me excitedly float away, enjoying it to the fullest.

She took a mouthful of hot water, and just as I was wondering what she was going to do, I felt a warm current flowing back into my glans. She took my glans into her mouth, slowly circling it with her tongue, gently licking it, stimulating it back and forth with the hot water. This time, I really couldn't resist.

A strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain; it was a sudden stimulation, one that even I couldn't guard against, brief yet intense. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid gushing from the glans into her mouth. She gripped the base and continued to thrust back and forth, giving my penis an even more intense and prolonged stimulation. All the muscles in my body tensed to the extreme, and almost all the blood rushed to my genitals to experience that supreme physical pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed down, I collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. She wore a satisfied smile, sucking the last drop of semen from my defeated rooster-like glans, then tilted her head back and swallowed the hot water and my semen in one gulp.

This shocked me deeply. I had never tasted that thick, white, sticky fluid when I masturbated, yet a woman was not only willing to give me oral sex but also swallow the semen I ejaculated. An old saying goes that one drop of semen is worth nine drops of blood; perhaps that's why she had such a good figure and such fair, alluring skin.

After washing herself, she put on a towel and went to bed first. I held my limp penis, trying to revive it, but to no avail. I suddenly remembered those old bastards in movies who couldn't have sex, trying their best to drink turtle blood and eat whips in front of their beautiful young mistresses in bed, but to no avail, and were ridiculed by the mistresses.

Oh no! This is just foreplay and I'm already unable to get an erection. We haven't even started the main course yet! Being unable to get an erection is a small matter, but being teased by her is a huge loss of face. I should have been more excited and used up all my energy.

I rubbed and kneaded for ages, and it's all so embarrassing.

"Come to the bed, I'll help you."

My face flushed; she saw right through me. I draped a towel over myself and, like a schoolboy afraid of being scolded by the teacher for doing something wrong, timidly sat on the edge of the bed. She hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Is this your first time?"

I nodded, my face instantly turning as red as Guan Yu's. It was so embarrassing; I felt so ashamed I wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

"It's okay, I'll teach you slowly."

I was filled with regret. I shouldn't have let her in in the first place. Wouldn't it have been better to just sleep alone for the night?

Now it's not me sleeping with her, but her sleeping with me. I really don't know whether I'm paying for her or she's paying for me. Who's really enjoying it? The worst part is that I'm being played and I still have to pay her. I started to hate her.

She made me lie on the bed with my legs spread, and she lay on top of me, stroking my genitals with her hand. Faced with the seduction of this serpentine beauty, my useless little brother was still shrunken like a wrinkled lump of flesh.

"Let's rest for a bit and watch some porn before we continue."

I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. It was a Japanese porn movie, and the female lead was very beautiful. She nestled naked against my chest, one hand on my shoulder, the other roaming over my genitals. As I fondled her breasts, my energy seemed to gradually return. Seeing the male protagonist forcefully rip open the girl's bra, my little brother suddenly began to grow vigorously.

I leaned down and pressed my body against hers, squeezing each breast with my hands, burying my face in her cleavage, and then pressing her breasts against my cheeks to feel the wonderful sensation, greedily inhaling the rich, sweet scent emanating from her beautiful breasts.

With each breath, her hemispherical breasts rose and fell, gradually swelling before my eyes, the pink nipples erect on her large, caressed areolas, radiating intense waves of desire. Although I had no sexual experience, under her guidance, she held my penis and guided it to her vulva. My hard penis forced its way into her moist labia, entering her vagina without restraint. The soft, warm penis felt slippery inside, with a slight pressure similar to a hand gripping it, and a warm, enveloping sensation.

My erect penis was inserted between her closed thighs, enduring the dense pubic hair and the impending explosion of desire as my glans was squeezed. I squeezed her buttocks even harder, violently pressing her genitals closer. I applied pressure to her buttocks, causing the delicate skin of her thighs to slam against my testicles.

I kept increasing my speed, and finally, with a shout, I forcefully spread her beautiful legs apart and thrust into her even more violently. Her complete lack of resistance ignited my animalistic desires, making me want nothing more than to frantically thrust into her warm body, to bite her blooming areolas and chew on them in my thirsty mouth.

Her face flushed red, and in the dim light of the bedside lamp, she looked so alluring. Her pretty mouth sometimes opened slightly, sometimes wide open, and she uttered indistinct murmurs of spring tide.

I don't know how much time passed, but in my frenzied enjoyment, a tightening sensation ran through my genitals, accompanied by a surge of electric current shooting from my spine to my brain. I squeezed her breasts even harder, letting my penis thrust in and out of her. She twisted her hips, using her feminine advantages to cooperate, letting out even more intense moans and cries of pleasure. This was the ultimate pleasure in the world, a complete union of man and woman.

I withdrew my penis from her, a thin layer of fluid clinging to our genitals, our thick black pubic hair now glistening with the sticky love juice, while she closed her eyes, lost in the bliss of it all. Her breasts were already covered in my bite marks and the marks of my frenzied fingering. I lay beside her, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. One hand was around her shoulder, the other still roaming over her breasts. Her hard nipples gradually softened, and her engorged breasts slowly subsided. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I felt a pair of slender hands roaming over my body, and a faint, delicate fragrance of orchids wafted by. I opened my eyes and saw that she had finished showering and was still naked, her hands caressing my chest.

"Are you still going? Shall we do it again?"

I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't obey me; I had truly indulged myself too much. I gave a wry smile and shook my head.

She didn't reply, but her hands had already grasped my penis, playing with it at will. I felt completely powerless, yet my penis quickly became erect under her manipulation, even experiencing a burning pain during the erection. I knew all too well that I couldn't continue. I tried to clear my mind and think of mountains, trees, babbling brooks, and even the electromagnetics I hated most, but none of it worked. It was as if she had acupunctured my entire body, leaving me numb, but she had left one spot untouched for her amusement.

As her tongue swirled around the glans, a surge of excitement mixed with pain welled up inside me; I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or distress. She straddled me, using her feminine advantage to allow me to enter her, moving wildly and recklessly. This time, my penis no longer felt pleasure, but rather waves of pain, like the agony of repeatedly masturbating. This is practically rape. I thought to myself.

Poor me, with all my past glory, after giving away my virginity for the first time, I've been brutally raped by a prostitute. She has no mercy whatsoever. I don't know what it feels like for a woman to be raped by a man. I only know that after she writhed a few times, my lust was reignited. I tightly embraced her waist, forcing her to lean towards me so I could suckle her breasts forcefully. In one swift motion, I rolled over and pinned her beneath me.

Fine! You want to rape me? Let me fuck you properly first!

I bit and grabbed her roughly, forcefully squeezing and kneading her breasts, then biting her nipples hard, making her scream in agony. I showed no mercy whatsoever, forcing open her tightly clenched thighs and thrusting my penis wildly inside her, my hard shaft pounding through the softest walls of her flesh, my testicles striking her most intimate parts.

I fantasized that I was a brutal laborer, raping the long-desired Maggie Cheung on a filthy construction site.

Her screams grew increasingly shrill, indistinguishable between cries of pleasure and pleas for mercy.

With each thrust, the sensation in my lower body was indistinguishable between pleasure and excruciating pain. All I knew was that I was going to fuck you hard, you slut. Even if you're a great international superstar, I'll still make you cry for your parents under my penis.

This is rape, this is rape. Every man's dream girl, Maggie Cheung, is being raped by me. I'm going to fuck you until you're ecstatic.

She seemed to be in unbearable pain, her pretty face contorted beyond recognition. She began to resist, struggling violently with her hands. But I had already lost my mind. The more she resisted, the more excited I became. Like an exhibitionist who gets more pleasure from hearing a woman's screams, especially with her amazing figure and beautiful face, raping Maggie Cheung was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could I let it go so easily?

I slapped her hard across the face several times, leaving bright red finger marks on her cheeks. Her cries grew louder, and my pent-up lust began to burn intensely. *Slap! Slap!* The crisp sounds of the slaps echoed as they struck her heaving breasts.

"No! No! I don't want it!"

You're kidding, you asked first! Did you ask me if I wanted it when you were on top of me? Now that I've had my way with you, you don't want it anymore? It's not that easy. I tightened my grip on her hands, immobilizing her, and forcefully spread her overly tense thighs, pounding my penis against her clitoris and squeezing her labia with the head of my penis. Although I've never raped anyone, and hadn't even had sex before today, it's a man's instinct. Besides, I've raped Maggie Cheung countless times while masturbating under the covers. Her screams had turned into wails.

"Please, please stop! I can't stand the pain! Let me go!" Her face was already covered in tears, her limbs no longer struggling, her tearful face pleading with me.

No, no! You asked for this, and besides, I haven't even ejaculated yet.

I thrust my penis into her vagina again with a vicious thud, hearing her pitiful scream, which only fueled my lust. I was truly a perverted sex fiend. I gripped her breasts and swayed my hips harder, making her cry out again and again until my penis convulsed incessantly, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I straightened up and pulled out of her vagina, forcefully prying open her mouth with both hands, letting my penis spray into her mouth, thick fluid filling her entire mouth, before I pulled out with satisfaction.

I peeked at her face; she no longer seemed to have the pain she had just shown. Instead, she was enjoying herself, dipping her finger in the semen from her lips and then sucking it. I know she was faking it just now; she must have been so turned on by how much I fucked her. These women just need to be fucked. I've even heard that some virgins, when raped, unconsciously reach orgasm, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure, and afterwards they savor the memory endlessly. No wonder women rarely report rapes, and are even raped again and again. The reason is simply that in their subconscious, they always have a desire to be raped, but it's suppressed by societal norms and ethics. Especially the more dignified a woman is, the more lewd she becomes in bed, for no other reason than that she has been suppressed for too long. Like our department's most beautiful girl, Xiaoyu, who fell for the class jerk, Atai, and supposedly slept with him after only two dates. Damn, she has such an innocent, pure image, I've had a crush on her for so long, but I just couldn't muster the courage. I never imagined she'd be so shameless. If I'd known, I should have asked her out and forced myself on her like today; maybe she'd be mine now.

"So good! So good! You're amazing, I've never had such an orgasm before," my Maggie Cheung said.

I couldn't help but feel proud of my virility. Looking at the bruises all over her body, I actually felt a kind of pleasure. I really don't know if she's the pervert or I am. I suddenly wished I could actually rape Maggie Cheung, or Joey Wong, or Hsiao Chiang; hearing them moan and wail would be even more exciting.

He got off the bed naked, sat down in a chair, and lit a cigarette. Looking at her on the bed, her eyes closed, her hands kneading her breasts, she seemed to be endlessly savoring the moment. Her body was truly beautiful—high breasts, a slender waist, long thighs, and thin calves—a stunning beauty. I really couldn't understand why she was out there. Was she short of money? Or was she just driven by materialism? I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Thinking about it, those movie stars and models, like Maggie Cheung or Xiao Qiang, didn't they also make money with their beauty? The only difference was whether we knew if they sold themselves. Maybe a rich guy would pay a million or half a million a night, and Brigitte Lin would still be lying naked in bed letting anyone have their way with her.

"You're still a student, aren't you?" I suddenly asked curiously.

"Why ask that? In our line of work, you don't have connections."

"It's nothing, never mind. You don't look like someone in this line of work; you look more like a college student, and I'm a college student myself."

"I'm a junior, sociology major. Surprised?"

"Not really. I'm just curious, someone as pretty as you, why would you be here?"

"Different perspectives, I guess! I'm not vain, I'm not short of money, and I'm not the kind of student struggling academically. On the contrary, I get a scholarship every semester. I just wanted to experience a different side of life, unlike college students who are trapped in an ivory tower, completely unaware of the realities of society."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"It's been over half a year. There are seven of us girls renting an apartment together. We're all top students from our respective schools. We take turns picking each other up every day, and in the evenings we also study and tutor.

" "Do the other students know?"

"Of course not. I'm a good student at school, I run clubs, participate in activities, and many boys pursue me. But I don't have a boyfriend. I really wonder if those boys who pursue me would continue if they found out one day that their Snow White could be bought?"

"Of course we don't sleep with just anyone. We have to select our clients beforehand. I only accept cases I'm satisfied with. Most importantly, they must register under their real names (ID card, driver's license, etc.) to avoid any danger. Secondly, they need to look clean and unpleasant, and have a respectable job for us to feel comfortable. And we only take on a single client a maximum of three times to avoid any romantic entanglements."

"How long do you plan to do this?"

"I'll stop after I've saved enough money for my studies abroad. I want to focus on finding a relationship."

I suddenly wondered, "Were you really in pain just now?"

"Haha," she laughed, making me feel embarrassed. "I could tell it was your first time. Actually, when a woman reaches orgasm, she can't distinguish whether the physical pain or the intense pleasure is greater. Like my first time with a man, the pain of my hymen being torn was mixed with wave after wave of rising pleasure, making me extremely satisfied and shouting loudly. That was a true orgasm, a shout from the heart. Only women can understand this subtle feeling. So I think you men are pathetic. Although you're all lustful, none of you can get the same orgasm from sex as a woman." "Your pleasure is nothing but the release of lust, how pathetic. Your penis is just a tool to bring me to orgasm, and you really think you raped me."

I lay down on the bed with my back to her. Although I was very tired, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I was filled with endless emotions. She was not an ordinary dull college student at all. On the contrary, she must be extremely smart and know how to control her own direction. It's hard to say whether what she did was right or wrong. After all, it was her own choice, so there was no right or wrong. But if she were my girlfriend, no matter how beautiful and slender she was, I would never want her.

I drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by the blinding sunlight the next day. Good heavens, it was 3:15 PM! I tried to get up, but my whole body felt weak and powerless, my muscles aching and aching. Shaking my head, I tried to recall last night, it still felt like a dream, only she was long gone in the dream.

Turning my head, a bright red figure caught my eye. Good heavens! It was a red envelope, the price I paid for my virginity. Next to it was a small note:

"Hope you slept well, and I hope to serve you again.

Tel: xxx-xxxxxx

— Jenny."

Holding the note, I was stunned, recalling everything from last night, her delicate body and full breasts—it all felt so real. But the price was ten thousand yuan, a whole month's rent and living expenses, far beyond my means. Although she later said I was also a university student and she had a lot of fun, so she only charged me half price and then a 20% discount, making it only four thousand yuan, it was still a month's food money. Forget it, forget all about it! I didn't have the means to squander money, and she would never belong to a man like me. I took out my lighter, burned the note, struggled to my feet, put on my clothes, and stepped out of the hotel. Today was another new day.

Postscript: I believe that anyone who reads this will absolutely not believe it's true. Before, I was just like you, always hearing rumors that a certain college girl in Shilin was involved in prostitution at night, and I always listened with a grain of salt. Moreover, before this, I never imagined that a coward like me, who only knows how to use a computer, trembles at the sight of beautiful women, and stutters at the slightest provocation, would stay in a hotel and even dare to solicit prostitutes. It's truly unimaginable.

But it happened to me, so I have to admit it happened. Whether you believe it or not, I'm just recounting my experience; treat it as another legend! Who cares?

[The End]

During the summer before my senior year of college, I took an overnight bus from my home in Tainan back to my school in Taipei. When I got to the school dormitory around 11 p.m., I found out that the school was closed for summer vacation and no one was allowed to work for a week. The dormitory was also temporarily closed. I was doomed. All my classmates had gone back to central and southern Taiwan. The students living in Taipei were either female or I didn't know them well. Besides, it was so late, and I was embarrassed to bother them.

Well, I rode my bike to the East District for a bit to kill some time, but by midnight I was too tired, so I decided to stay at a hotel. I found one that looked fairly clean, not one of those cheap-looking places with dark glass doors and old, dirty signs that looked like luxury hotels. Inside, an older woman at the counter said there were no single rooms left, so I had to stay in a double room, but she only charged me the single price. After registering my name and getting the key, I went up to my room on the third floor. The room was fairly clean, the sheets and blankets were neat and tidy, and the plain curtains paired with light yellow wallpaper showed the owner's care.

Ring…ring…ring…

Strange, the phone rang. Why would anyone be looking for me? Maybe the receptionist needs to give some instructions.

"Hello! Sir! Would you like someone to keep you company?"

Keep me company? Strange, what for?

Oh! I know, they want to call a prostitute.

At that moment, a wicked thought popped into my head: Anyway, no one here will recognize me, so I might as well go for it.

"Okay."

After hanging up, I started to regret it. I'm still a virgin. Giving my first time to a prostitute like this is really not worth it. And what if she's ugly, looks like an old hag? What if I get infected? Boils, syphilis, rashes, or even AIDS? My life would be over.

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. My heart was pounding faster and faster, and I was getting more and more nervous. Cold sweat was pouring down my back.

No, no, I can't keep messing around like this. I bravely picked up the phone and told the counter I didn't want it anymore.

Just as I picked up the receiver...

*ring ring...ring ring...*

Oh no! It's the doorbell. She's already here.

Oh well, whatever, I can't be that unlucky to get pregnant on my first try, right? With a determined heart, I opened the door.

A pretty girl stood outside, her face bare of makeup, but it was clear—she was very beautiful. She wore a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and jeans, white canvas shoes, and had long, flowing hair. She smiled gently at me: "Hi! Hello."

Faced with such a beautiful girl, I suddenly became flustered and stammered, "Okay...okay...ah." I answered blankly, wondering if she had come to the wrong room, because she looked like an ordinary college girl on campus, not at all like the call girl I had in mind.

"Excuse me, miss, are you looking for...?" I needed to make sure she wasn't in the wrong room, lest she do something inappropriate.

But that seemed unnecessary, because she had already taken off her t-shirt.

Her bra was strapless, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups covering half of her full breasts. The pale pink lace bra held her full breasts tightly, the well-fitting bra filling them perfectly, making them stand tall and proud, at least 33 inches high, as perky as those women in those breast-enhancing pill commercials. The

slightly pointed center of the rounded cups must be her nipples.

I felt a strange pressure on the front of my pants, a constant swelling, swelling… The kind of bikini photos of beauty pageant contestants, the kind of female bodies that I'd fantasized about and masturbated until my legs went weak, were actually appearing right before my eyes.

She seemed used to men's stunned expressions. She tossed her hair back, tilted her head, and smiled, saying, "Am I beautiful?"

I opened my mouth, but nervously couldn't speak.

She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, took off her pants, and kicked off her sneakers. Every movement was so smooth and natural, so unpretentious, as if she were preparing to take a shower in her bathroom at home. Her underwear was white, with white floral lace trim. The triangle area was slightly raised, vaguely revealing a blurry shadow, contrasting with her slender waist. Her thighs were shapely, as alluring as a Xiao Qiang pantyhose advertisement.

She took my hand, sending a sudden jolt through me, like when I secretly held hands with my crush while crossing the street—a mix of nervousness and excitement. She led me to the bathroom door, then turned back:

"Take your clothes off outside first." I

hastily pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving me in only my underwear. Reaching the bathroom door, I took a deep breath and pinched my thigh hard; the pain made me believe I wasn't dreaming.

Entering the bathroom, I saw she had already taken off her bra and underwear, completely naked. Her slender hands were gently rubbing her nipples, and a tuft of hair was between her teeth, making her shoulder-length hair appear somewhat disheveled. Her genitals were covered in thick pubic hair; seeing a woman's dark, rosy area for the first time, my breathing became quite rapid.

Before I could even react, she had already slipped her hand inside my underwear, grasped my throbbing, hard penis, and slowly began to rub it. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I almost suffocated.

When she pulled my underwear down, my erect penis stood proudly erect, swollen and red, becoming even harder and more vigorous under her gentle caresses. One hand supported the base of my penis, while the other deftly played with my testicles. Waves of heat surged from my genitals, shooting up my spine and into my brain. Having never been with a woman before, I couldn't withstand the stimulation; I felt a surge of fluid about to erupt from my glans.

No! No, it would be too embarrassing to ejaculate like this; she would definitely laugh at me.

I tried my best to clench my buttocks to prevent ejaculation. She probably noticed my embarrassment, removed her hands from my penis, and began to lather her body with soap.

"Sit on the stool," she told me, turning on the shower and wetting me.

I thought she was going to lather me with soap, but instead, she started using her soap-covered pubic hair to scrub my back, from my back, shoulders, and chest. Naturally, I lay down on the floor and she straddled me to scrub my genitals. This kind of bathing with pubic hair was much more skillful than just using her hands to lather me with soap, and it made me excitedly and blissfully enjoy it.

She took a mouthful of hot water, and just as I was wondering what she was going to do, I felt a warm current flowing back into my glans. She took my glans into her mouth, slowly circling it with her tongue, gently licking it, stimulating it back and forth with the hot water. This time, I really couldn't resist.

A strong stimulation immediately surged from my genitals into my brain; it was a sudden stimulation, one that even I couldn't guard against, brief yet intense. My penis thrust powerfully in and out of her mouth, gushes of fluid gushing from the glans into her mouth. She gripped the base and continued to thrust back and forth, giving my penis an even more intense and prolonged stimulation. All the muscles in my body tensed to the extreme, and almost all the blood rushed to my genitals to experience that supreme physical pleasure. As the thrusting gradually slowed down, I collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. She wore a satisfied smile, sucking the last drop of semen from my defeated rooster-like glans, then tilted her head back and swallowed the hot water and my semen in one gulp.

This shocked me deeply. I had never tasted that thick, white, sticky fluid when I masturbated, yet a woman was not only willing to give me oral sex but also swallow the semen I ejaculated. An old saying goes that one drop of semen is worth nine drops of blood; perhaps that's why she had such a great figure and such fair, alluring skin.

After washing herself, she put on a towel and went to bed first. I held my limp penis, trying to revive it, but to no avail. Suddenly, I remembered those impotent old men in movies, desperately trying to seduce their beautiful concubines with turtle blood and whips, only to be ridiculed by them.

Oh no! This is just foreplay and I'm already unable to get an erection. The main course hasn't even started yet! Being unable to get an erection is a small matter; being mocked is a huge loss of face. I shouldn't have gotten so excited and used up all my energy.

I rubbed and kneaded for ages, and... oh no, this is too embarrassing.

"Come to the bed, I'll help you."

My face flushed red; she had seen right through me. I draped a towel over myself and, like a schoolboy afraid of being scolded by the teacher for doing something wrong, timidly sat on the edge of the bed. She hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "Is this your first time?"

I nodded, my face instantly turning as red as Guan Yu's. It was so embarrassing; I wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.

"It's okay, I'll teach you slowly," she said.

I was filled with regret. I shouldn't have let her in; it would have been better to just sleep alone for the night.

Now, it wasn't me sleeping with her, but her sleeping with me. I didn't know whether I was paying for her or she was paying for me; who was really enjoying it? The worst part was that I was being played and still had to pay her. I started to hate her.

She made me lie on the bed with my legs spread, then lay on top of me, stroking my genitals with her hand. Faced with the seduction of this serpentine beauty, my useless little brother remained limp and wrinkled.

"Let's rest for a bit, watch some porn before we continue."

Sitting on the bed, she turned on the TV. It was a Japanese porn film, and the female lead was very beautiful. She nestled naked against my chest, one hand on my shoulder, the other roaming over my genitals. As I played with her breasts, my energy seemed to gradually return. When I saw the male lead forcefully rip open a woman's bra, my little brother suddenly began to grow vigorously and continuously.

I leaned down and pressed my body against hers, squeezing each breast in my hands, burying my face in her cleavage, and then pressing her breasts against my cheeks to savor the exquisite touch, greedily inhaling the rich, sweet scent emanating from her beautiful breasts.

With each breath, her hemispherical breasts rose and fell, gradually swelling before my eyes, the pink nipples erect on her large, caressed areolas, radiating an intense, yearning energy. Although I had no sexual experience, under her guidance, she held my penis and guided it to her vulva. My hard penis forced its way into her moist labia, entering her vagina without restraint. The soft, warm penis felt slippery inside, with a slight pressure similar to a hand gripping it, and a warm, enveloping sensation.

My erect penis was inserted between her closed thighs, enduring the dense pubic hair and the impending explosion of desire as my glans was squeezed. I squeezed her buttocks even harder, violently pressing her genitals closer. I applied pressure to her buttocks, causing the delicate skin of her thighs to slam against my testicles.

I kept increasing my speed, and finally, with a shout, I forcefully spread her beautiful legs apart and thrust into her even more violently. Her complete lack of resistance ignited my animalistic desires, making me want nothing more than to frantically thrust into her warm body, to bite her blooming areolas and chew on them in my thirsty mouth.

Her face flushed red, and in the dim light of the bedside lamp, she looked so alluring. Her pretty mouth sometimes opened slightly, sometimes wide open, and she uttered indistinct murmurs of spring tide.

I don't know how much time passed, but in my frenzied enjoyment, a tightening sensation ran through my genitals, accompanied by a surge of electric current shooting from my spine to my brain. I squeezed her breasts even harder, letting my penis thrust in and out of her. She twisted her hips, using her feminine advantages to cooperate, letting out even more intense moans and cries of pleasure. This was the ultimate pleasure in the world, a complete union of man and woman.

I withdrew my penis from her, a thin layer of fluid clinging to our genitals, our thick black pubic hair now glistening with the sticky love juice, while she closed her eyes, lost in the bliss of it all. Her breasts were already covered in my bite marks and the marks of my frenzied fingering. I lay beside her, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. One hand was around her shoulder, the other still roaming over her breasts. Her hard nipples gradually softened, and her engorged breasts slowly subsided. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but in my hazy state, I felt a pair of slender hands roaming over my body, and a faint, delicate fragrance of orchids wafted by. I opened my eyes and saw that she had finished showering and was still naked, her hands caressing my chest.

"Are you still going? Shall we do it again?"

I tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't obey me; I had truly indulged myself too much. I gave a wry smile and shook my head.

She didn't reply, but her hands had already grasped my penis, playing with it at will. I felt completely powerless, yet my penis quickly became erect under her manipulation, even experiencing a burning pain during the erection. I knew all too well that I couldn't continue. I tried to clear my mind and think of mountains, trees, babbling brooks, and even the electromagnetics I hated most, but none of it worked. It was as if she had acupunctured my entire body, leaving me numb, but she had left one spot untouched for her amusement.

As her tongue swirled around the glans, a surge of excitement mixed with pain welled up inside me; I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or distress. She straddled me, using her feminine advantage to allow me to enter her, moving wildly and recklessly. This time, my penis no longer felt pleasure, but rather waves of pain, like the agony of repeatedly masturbating. This is practically rape. I thought to myself.

Poor me, with all my past glory, after giving away my virginity for the first time, I've been brutally raped by a prostitute. She has no mercy whatsoever. I don't know what it feels like for a woman to be raped by a man. I only know that after she writhed a few times, my lust was reignited. I tightly embraced her waist, forcing her to lean towards me so I could suckle her breasts forcefully. In one swift motion, I rolled over and pinned her beneath me.

Fine! You want to rape me? Let me fuck you properly first!

I bit and grabbed her roughly, forcefully squeezing and kneading her breasts, then biting her nipples hard, making her scream in agony. I showed no mercy whatsoever, forcing open her tightly clenched thighs and thrusting my penis wildly inside her, my hard shaft pounding through the softest walls of her flesh, my testicles striking her most intimate parts.

I fantasized that I was a brutal laborer, raping the long-desired Maggie Cheung on a filthy construction site.

Her screams grew increasingly shrill, indistinguishable between cries of pleasure and pleas for mercy.

With each thrust, the sensation in my lower body was indistinguishable between pleasure and excruciating pain. All I knew was that I was going to fuck you hard, you slut. Even if you're a great international superstar, I'll still make you cry for your parents under my penis.

This is rape, this is rape. Every man's dream girl, Maggie Cheung, is being raped by me. I'm going to fuck you until you're ecstatic.

She seemed to be in unbearable pain, her pretty face contorted beyond recognition. She began to resist, struggling violently with her hands. But I had already lost my mind. The more she resisted, the more excited I became. Like an exhibitionist who gets more pleasure from hearing a woman's screams, especially with her amazing figure and beautiful face, raping Maggie Cheung was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. How could I let it go so easily?

I slapped her hard across the face several times, leaving bright red finger marks on her cheeks. Her cries grew louder, and my pent-up lust began to burn intensely. *Slap! Slap!* The crisp sounds of the slaps echoed as they struck her heaving breasts.

"No! No! I don't want it!"

You're kidding, you asked first! Did you ask me if I wanted it when you were on top of me? Now that I've had my way with you, you don't want it anymore? It's not that easy. I tightened my grip on her hands, immobilizing her, and forcefully spread her overly tense thighs, pounding my penis against her clitoris and squeezing her labia with the head of my penis. Although I've never raped anyone, and hadn't even had sex before today, it's a man's instinct. Besides, I've raped Maggie Cheung countless times while masturbating under the covers. Her screams had turned into wails.

"Please, please stop! I can't stand the pain! Let me go!" Her face was already covered in tears, her limbs no longer struggling, her tearful face pleading with me.

No, no! You asked for this, and besides, I haven't even ejaculated yet.

I thrust my penis into her vagina again with a vicious thud, hearing her pitiful scream, which only fueled my lust. I was truly a perverted sex fiend. I gripped her breasts and swayed my hips harder, making her cry out again and again until my penis convulsed incessantly, knowing I was about to ejaculate. I straightened up and pulled out of her vagina, forcefully prying open her mouth with both hands, letting my penis spray into her mouth, thick fluid filling her entire mouth, before I pulled out with satisfaction.

I peeked at her face; she no longer seemed to have the pain she had just shown. Instead, she was enjoying herself, dipping her finger in the semen from her lips and then sucking it out. I know she was faking it just now; she must have been so turned on by how much I fucked her. These women just need to be fucked. I've even heard that some virgins, when raped, unconsciously reach orgasm, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure, and afterwards they savor the memory endlessly. No wonder women rarely report rapes, and are even raped again and again. The reason is simply that in their subconscious, they always have a desire to be raped, but it's suppressed by societal norms. Especially the more dignified a woman is, the more lewd she becomes in bed, for no other reason than that she has been suppressed for too long. Like our department's most beautiful girl, Xiaoyu, who fell for the class jerk, Atai, and supposedly slept with him after only two dates. Damn, she has such an innocent, pure image, I've had a crush on her for so long, but I just couldn't muster the courage. I never imagined she'd be so shameless. If I'd known, I should have asked her out and forced myself on her like today; maybe she'd be mine now.

"So good! So good! You're amazing, I've never had such an orgasm before," my Maggie Cheung said.

I couldn't help but feel proud of my virility. Looking at the bruises all over her body, I actually felt a kind of pleasure. I really don't know if she's the pervert or I am. I suddenly wished I could actually rape Maggie Cheung, or Joey Wong, or Hsiao Chiang; hearing them moan and wail would be even more exciting.

He got off the bed naked, sat down in a chair, and lit a cigarette. Looking at her on the bed, her eyes closed, her hands kneading her breasts, she seemed to be endlessly savoring the moment. Her body was truly beautiful—high breasts, a slender waist, long thighs, and thin calves—a stunning beauty. I really couldn't understand why she was out there. Was she short of money? Or was she just driven by materialism? I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Thinking about it, those movie stars and models, like Maggie Cheung or Xiao Qiang, didn't they also make money with their beauty? The only difference was whether we knew if they sold themselves. Maybe a rich guy would pay a million or half a million a night, and Brigitte Lin would still be lying naked in bed letting anyone have their way with her.

"You're still a student, aren't you?" I suddenly asked curiously.

"Why ask that? In our line of work, you don't have connections."

"It's nothing, never mind. You don't look like someone in this line of work; you look more like a college student, and I'm a college student myself."

"I'm a junior, sociology major. Surprised?"

"Not really. I'm just curious, someone as pretty as you, why would you be here?"

"Different perspectives, I guess! I'm not vain, I'm not short of money, and I'm not the kind of student struggling academically. On the contrary, I get a scholarship every semester. I just wanted to experience a different side of life, unlike college students who are trapped in an ivory tower, completely unaware of the realities of society."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"It's been over half a year. There are seven of us girls renting an apartment together. We're all top students from our respective schools. We take turns picking each other up every day, and in the evenings we also study and tutor.

" "Do the other students know?"

"Of course not. I'm a good student at school, I run clubs, participate in activities, and many boys pursue me. But I don't have a boyfriend. I really wonder if those boys who pursue me would continue if they found out one day that their Snow White could be bought?"

"Of course we don't sleep with just anyone. We have to select our clients beforehand. I only accept cases I'm satisfied with. Most importantly, they must register under their real names (ID card, driver's license, etc.) to avoid any danger. Secondly, they need to look clean and unpleasant, and have a respectable job for us to feel comfortable. And we only take on a single client a maximum of three times to avoid any romantic entanglements."

"How long do you plan to do this?"

"I'll stop after I've saved enough money for my studies abroad. I want to focus on finding a relationship."

I suddenly wondered, "Were you really in pain just now?"

"Haha," she laughed, making me feel embarrassed. "I could tell it was your first time. Actually, when a woman reaches orgasm, she can't distinguish whether the physical pain or the intense pleasure is greater. Like my first time with a man, the pain of my hymen being torn was mixed with wave after wave of rising pleasure, making me extremely satisfied and shouting loudly. That was a true orgasm, a shout from the heart. Only women can understand this subtle feeling. So I think you men are pathetic. Although you're all lustful, none of you can get the same orgasm from sex as a woman." "Your pleasure is nothing but the release of lust, how pathetic. Your penis is just a tool to bring me to orgasm, and you really think you raped me."

I lay down on the bed with my back to her. Although I was very tired, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I was filled with endless emotions. She was not an ordinary dull college student at all. On the contrary, she must be extremely smart and know how to control her own direction. It's hard to say whether what she did was right or wrong. After all, it was her own choice, so there was no right or wrong. But if she were my girlfriend, no matter how beautiful and slender she was, I would never want her.

I drifted off to sleep, only to be woken by the blinding sunlight the next day. Good heavens, it was 3:15 PM! I tried to get up, but my whole body felt weak and powerless, my muscles aching and aching. Shaking my head, I tried to recall last night, it still felt like a dream, only she was long gone in the dream.

Turning my head, a bright red figure caught my eye. Good heavens! It was a red envelope, the price I paid for my virginity. Next to it was a small note:

"Hope you slept well, and I hope to serve you again.

Tel: xxx-xxxxxx

— Jenny."

Holding the note, I was stunned, recalling everything from last night, her delicate body and full breasts—it all felt so real. But the price was ten thousand yuan, a whole month's rent and living expenses, far beyond my means. Although she later said I was also a university student and she had a lot of fun, so she only charged me half price and then a 20% discount, making it only four thousand yuan, it was still a month's food money. Forget it, forget all about it! I didn't have the means to squander money, and she would never belong to a man like me. I took out my lighter, burned the note, struggled to my feet, put on my clothes, and stepped out of the hotel. Today was another new day.

Postscript: I believe that anyone who reads this will absolutely not believe it's true. Before, I was just like you, always hearing rumors that a certain college girl in Shilin was involved in prostitution at night, and I always listened with a grain of salt. Moreover, before this, I never imagined that a coward like me, who only knows how to use a computer, trembles at the sight of a beautiful woman, and stutters at the slightest provocation, would stay in a hotel and even dare to solicit prostitutes. It's truly unimaginable.

But it happened to me, so I have to admit it's true. Whether you believe it or not, I'm just recounting my experience; treat it as another legend! Who cares?

[The End]

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