The Erotic Treasure Mirror: The Wicked Beauty

I'm 28 years old, divorced, and my daughter was awarded to her father by the court. I used to be a textile factory worker, but since some foreign products entered the market, the textile industry has experienced widespread layoffs, and I was swept up in the wave.

Currently, I live alone in the provincial capital.

To make a living, I've done many jobs: cleaner, dishwasher, factory worker, and even a gatekeeper. Now I'm facing unemployment again.

I wanted to apply for minimum living allowance, but the labor department ultimately determined that I am "capable of working" and therefore refused to approve it.

I feel like I've reached a dead end.

The sun is blazing.

I walk alone on the street; it's so hot, even the ground seems to be burning hot.

I received my last month's wages from my boss, and his face still keeps flashing before my eyes—that repulsive face. He coldly said to me, "Sister Zhang, I can't help it. Business is tough these days, and I can't support so many people..."

I said nothing, picked up the meager amount of money, and resolutely walked out.

I was thirsty and wanted to buy some water, so I headed straight for a small stall. "Sir, how much is a bottle of mineral water?" I asked.

"Two yuan," a man said.

I clutched the money in my bag, my palms slightly sweaty, thinking: Two yuan is enough for a meal; I'd better not buy it.

Thinking this, I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard a mocking voice: "Can't even buy a bottle of water? What's the point of asking if you're not going to buy anything? Are you just bored?" I was already used to such taunts. That's the fate of the poor; even the lowest of the low, if they're richer than you, can still humiliate you, and you have to endure it.

I walked until I reached a park, and suddenly noticed a water tap for watering the plants was still running. Seeing the gushing water, I couldn't resist any longer. I quickly went over, grabbed the hose, and drank my fill in one gulp! Ah! So refreshing!

Looking at the lush, growing flowers and plants, I suddenly felt they were very happy, at least happier than me. When they were thirsty, they could drink freely; when they were hungry, someone would fertilize them; they could grow strong and healthy without any worries.

I felt I wasn't even as good as a blade of grass…

Back home, I lay on the shabby sofa bed, counting the little money I had in my hand again and again—it was never enough, never enough!

This meant I would still go hungry! Still suffer poverty!

Suddenly! I went mad and smashed everything in the room! Anything I could move, I smashed! Smash this world!

Smash this society! This society where the poor have no way to survive! This cannibalistic society!

I laughed wildly, and at the same time, I cried uncontrollably! I only have one word: Hate!!!

After venting, I felt very comfortable and exhausted, and I fell into a deep sleep on the floor...

When I woke up, the streetlights were already on. I fumbled for the light and turned it on, finding the room a mess, and I was very hungry. I tidied myself up, straightened my clothes, grabbed some money, and left.

'I'll take it one day at a time, worry about tomorrow tomorrow, at least I can eat my fill today!' I thought to myself.

There was a steamed bun shop right across from my building. I've lived here for several years, but I've never been inside. Today, I was drawn in by the fragrant steamed buns, and I went in.

Ah, the steamed bun shop was packed with people, men, women, young and old, all sorts of people.

I chose a corner to sit down and ordered eight steamed buns. While I was waiting, I suddenly heard the voices of the people sitting behind me: "Come on, Lao Xu, let's drink... We're brothers, no doubt about it... Hey! What's troubling you? It's just that your son didn't do well on the college entrance exam... Don't worry about it... We'll go to Lao Liu's place later. I heard he's got a few new girls... Hey, let me tell you, old ones, young ones, wild ones, not wild ones, they've got them all!... I tried it once last time! Damn! It was so awesome!!..."

As I listened, a thought suddenly occurred to me... I pretended not to care and glanced back. Behind me sat two men in their thirties. The table was full of empty bottles. Both of them were dressed very fashionably, and you could tell at a glance that they were the kind of people with a little money.

A moment later, my steamed buns arrived. I wolfed them down. Once I was full, I paid, not caring how much it cost. My stomach felt a little upset, and I staggered out of the steamed bun shop.

Back home, I lay in bed, recalling what the two men had said. 'Is that really the only path I can take? There must be other paths, there must be!' I told myself. I thought about it carefully and finally thought of another path, but I broke out in a cold sweat! The other path was: death!

...

No! I don't want to die! If I don't die,

I must find a way to survive!

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...

...

Now, I survive.

Night falls, and the city lights come on again.

I got out of bed, took a shower, and then made myself a decent dinner. After eating, I took out a pair of trendy black pantyhose from my drawer, put them on in front of the mirror, and wow! I looked at my beautiful curves in the black pantyhose; they were so alluring. I couldn't help but touch my high, full buttocks. The smooth, delicate feel of them encased in the tight pantyhose was intoxicating. Then I touched my front—my smooth abdomen, my firm thighs. As I touched myself, I felt a slight dampness in my crotch. My two heavy breasts, with their red nipples, made me feel like I couldn't compare to even the most beautiful young girls.

I gathered my long hair, looked at my face, and saw myself as a mature and charming woman. Ah! I was very satisfied with myself.

I put on my bra—I heard it was a Japanese brand; the red color made me look even sexier. Over it, I wore a tight-fitting skirt. I like green, so I specifically chose a green tight-fitting skirt. "

What shoes should I wear today? Professor Zhang said he likes sporty girls, so maybe I should wear a pair of sneakers." Thinking this, I found a pair of white sneakers and put them on. Now I was dressed.

I pulled out the note from my purse; it read: Professor Zhang, Room 203, Building 2, Huayin East Lane, 9 PM to 9 AM.

I checked the time; it was okay. After getting ready, I grabbed my small purse and left home.

The company I work for is called "Xiaojun Household Services Company." Our regular services include cooking, cleaning, elderly care, and patient care, but our main service is providing special services to some middle-class individuals—sexual services, of course.

I was somewhat lucky to join this company. After a period of training in sex services, I gradually stood out. Now, I can earn over two thousand yuan a month from the company! Moreover, my skills are becoming increasingly proficient.

As for Professor Zhang,

he's a regular customer. Since the first time I went to his house to provide services, I've been there at least three times, and each time I've satisfied him. He especially likes my bold and outspoken style. Of course, Professor Zhang is also very generous. With his professorship at the university, his monthly salary is as high as 8,000 yuan, so he always gives me a generous tip, which touches me deeply.

Thinking about this, I went to Professor Zhang's house.

I checked my watch; it was exactly nine o'clock, the time when everyone was gathered around the television.

I gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a middle-aged man's voice rang out from inside.

"It's me, Bitch Hair," I said as quietly as possible.

"Bitch Hair" was the name Professor Zhang gave me. He required me to refer to myself as "Bitch Hair" every time I came to his house to provide services.

The door opened, and a chubby man appeared inside. It was Professor Zhang. He was smiling and wearing only a nightgown. When he saw me, he hurriedly ushered me into the room and locked the door. Professor Zhang

lived in a three-bedroom apartment provided by the school, with an area of over 90 square meters, and it was beautifully decorated.

As I walked in, I said, "Professor, what's up? Is your wife away on a business trip?"

Professor Zhang's wife was also a university lecturer and often traveled for work, which was why Professor Zhang dared to call me over so boldly. However, I had heard that Professor Zhang was henpecked and was often scolded by his wife.

Professor Zhang replied, "That old woman is finally away on a business trip! She's so annoying! She nags me all the time. You're so much better; you always do what I want."

Entering the room, I took off my sneakers. Professor Zhang's living room had a thick carpet, very soft to the touch.

I sat on the carpet, and Professor Zhang sat beside me, pulling me into his arms and whispering, "My dear, I've missed you so much these past few days! I've missed you so much I can't eat or sleep."

I looked at Professor Zhang's chubby face like a little bird nestled against him, pouting, and said, "Professor, I've missed you too. I think about you every day, about all the things we did together, about those good times. Let's not waste any more time, come on."

I seduced Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang seemed very excited and said, "How about we ride horses again?"

I said, "Anything is fine, just don't let me leave you..."

Professor Zhang looked at me and suddenly pushed me onto the carpet...

I took off my skirt and bra, leaving me only in black pantyhose, and then I lay on the carpet waiting for Professor Zhang to mount me. Professor Zhang seemed very engrossed; he gathered my long hair together and tied it with a piece of yarn, then went outside and picked up... I put on a pair of hiking shoes, sniffed the insole carefully, and said disappointedly, "They don't smell much. Are they new shoes?"

I shook my head and said, "Professor, you didn't tell me to wear my old shoes. I should have worn those."

Professor Zhang suddenly smiled and said, "I knew it. Come, see what I prepared for you." After saying that, Professor Zhang took out a pair of brown women's socks from his wardrobe. I leaned over and smelled them and thought they smelled a bit bad.

Professor Zhang said to me, "Pussy hair, come on, suck on it." Then, he shoved the sock toe into my mouth, turned around, and "ridden" onto my back. He grabbed my tangled hair, but it wasn't really riding; he was practically straddling my back because he was quite heavy, and if he were all over me, he would have crushed me.

While holding my hair, Professor Zhang raised his hand and slapped my large, black, tight-fitting buttocks hard. *Smack!* With a loud, crisp sound, Professor Zhang exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! I'm riding a horse! Oh!" I crawled on the floor step by step, the smelly sock still in my mouth. Professor Zhang happily slapped my fat buttocks with his hand, the room filled with the crisp "slap slap slap" sounds accompanied by my groans as my buttocks were slapped.

I crawled around the room a few times, and Professor Zhang, panting heavily, said to me, "Stop, stop, let me rest for a bit."

I stopped, and Professor Zhang plopped down on the carpet. He looked at me with the smelly sock in my mouth and laughed, saying, "That's funny. Come on, take the sock off."

After resting for a while, Professor Zhang stood up, took two bottles of soda from the refrigerator in the kitchen, opened one, and said to me, "Come on, you little bastard, come and have some." I went over and drank the soda.

Professor Zhang rested for a moment, then pulled a long, thin stick from under the bed. The stick was very slender but long, only gradually thickening towards the base. He asked me to bring in one of his hiking shoes, and using the stick to lift it, he said to me, "Come on, let's play 'Monkey Balancing the Lamp'."

I laughed and lightly hit him, saying, "You're so annoying! Making me play this so soon!"

Professor Zhang chuckled and said, "I couldn't resist."

I stood on the carpet, legs together, and then... Slowly bending over, supporting himself on the carpet with his hands, Professor Zhang raised his buttocks high in the air, walked up to me, pulled down his black pantyhose a little, patted my buttocks, spread my anus, and tried to insert the thick end of the stick holding the hiking shoe into my anus. He tried twice but couldn't get it in, probably because my anus was too dry. Professor Zhang slowly spat on my anus, then moistened it with the thick end of the stick, and thrust hard. With a "plop," the stick disappeared into my anus!

Professor Zhang truly lived up to his reputation as a university teacher, able to come up with such a lewd game. Women seemed to be nothing more than a subject of study for him.

I lay on the carpet, swaying my hips slightly from side to side from time to time. I had to keep my balance so that the rod in my anus wouldn't fall down or tilt.

Professor Zhang watched me with satisfaction. He walked over and sat down in front of me. I kept my head down, struggling to maintain the position. Professor Zhang laughed and said, "Your technique is getting better and better!" Then, he stretched one of his feet out in front of me and said, "Come on! Nibble on my old foot!!"

I opened my mouth and let Professor Zhang put his big toe into my mouth. His foot was very smelly and alkaline. I carefully sucked on his toes. Professor Zhang laughed heartily, "Good! Oh! Very good!"

Professor Zhang watched me lying on the ground in a lewd position, a rod inserted into my anus, a tattered shoe on top of the rod, and me sucking on his foot. Professor Zhang opened his pajamas, and his chubby penis began to harden slightly.

This position was really tiring! To maintain my balance and suck my toes, I felt my limbs starting to go numb.

Luckily, Professor Zhang put me down at that moment. I lay panting on the carpet. Professor Zhang pounced on me, straddled me, and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hands dug into my vagina. "Plop!" "Plop!" Gradually, my vagina began to become slippery. I stroked Professor Zhang's penis with my little hands; it was chubby and quite fun. I said to him, "Professor, can I suck your penis?"

Professor Zhang said softly, "You're so annoying! I won't let you suck it."

I said coquettishly, "No! I must suck your penis, let me suck it! Let me suck it!"

I hugged Professor Zhang's waist, and Professor Zhang deliberately struggled. I pressed him down, lowered my head, and quickly took his penis head into my mouth and started licking it. My soft, warm little mouth enveloped the entire penis head, and Professor Zhang comfortably enjoyed my service, humming softly.

I gently teased his penis with the tip of my tongue, and after a few rounds of teasing, Professor Zhang's penis gradually became hard. His penis was the short, thick type, very hard, like an iron nail. I licked the head of his penis for a while and then licked his testicles. Professor Zhang hummed even more. His testicles were very interesting, white and small, like a child's testicles. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took both testicles into my mouth at once.

Professor Zhang was getting a little hot, excitedly stroking my body. I knowingly lay on top of him, inserting his penis into my vagina and starting to stroke it. "Thump, thump, thump," Professor Zhang thrust his hips in rhythm. I could feel his penis rubbing back and forth inside my vagina, but it was a little short, not even reaching my G-spot. But I knew my purpose was to make the client feel good and comfortable; my own feelings were secondary.

I pretended to be enjoying myself, moaning, "Oh! Professor, your penis is so great! Oh! Fuck! Oh! Ah!"

Seeing my ecstatic expression, Professor Zhang became even more excited and thrust harder!

Suddenly, Professor Zhang's eyes widened. Oh! He let out a cry, and I felt the penis inside contract, and then hot semen spurted out.

After the climax, Professor Zhang breathed heavily, wiping his sweat and taking a couple of big gulps of soda. I wiped myself clean with a sanitary napkin and snuggled into his arms.

After resting for a moment, Professor Zhang whispered to me, "Hey, you should put on my old hag's clothes, okay?"

I giggled and lightly hit him, saying, "Here we go again! Ugh! I can't do anything with you."

Professor Zhang took out an outfit from the closet that his wife used to wear when lecturing. It was a high-quality, formal university lecturer's gown. I quickly changed into it, and then Professor Zhang instructed me to make my hair look as similar to his wife's as possible, including the stockings and high heels. I put on his wife's glasses, and in the mirror, I instantly transformed into a university lecturer. Professor Zhang took out a manuscript from his study; it was probably something his wife often used for her lectures.

After we were ready, the professor and I moved a chair and a table into the bathroom…

His bathroom was large and well-equipped. I sat in the chair, with a table in front of me. On the table was a high-end small video camera, the kind used in homes. Professor Zhang watched me excitedly. I straightened my posture and began reading the manuscript: “The reform of the market economy is an important part of the primary stage of socialism in our country… We must be unwavering… China must build a society with Chinese characteristics…”

Professor Zhang looked at me as if I had become his wife.

While I was reading, Professor Zhang stood to my side, constantly fiddling with his penis. Suddenly, Professor Zhang exclaimed, “Oh!” He gave a soft hum, and then his little penis stiffened, and with a "whoosh!" a stream of yellow urine gushed out! Yes! It was indeed a stream of hot urine.

Professor Zhang's way of urinating was quite unique; his urine was hot and the force of the spray was great. The gushing urine hit my face, hair, glasses, and mouth. I couldn't dodge, and as if nothing had happened, I continued to read the manuscript in my hands with a serious expression and solemnity.

Professor Zhang excitedly urinated, trying to direct the urine towards my slightly open mouth. As I opened my mouth to read aloud, a gush of hot urine sprayed in. I swallowed the urine as I read: "China's current economic level... glug... is still in the world... glug... We must... glug..."

Professor Zhang shouted perversely as he urinated, "You old hag! I'll let you scold me! I'll let you hit me! I'll piss you to death! I'll drown you!"

After the hot urine, my hair and clothes were soaked with urine.

The perverse scene made me dizzy. Although I had experienced this twice before—the first time I vomited, the second time I fainted—I managed to hold on this time.

Professor Zhang yanked me up from the chair. I don't know where this bloated old man suddenly got such strength, but he pulled me to one side. Professor Zhang dragged me to the toilet, grabbed my neck, and forcefully pushed my head into the toilet. I struggled for a moment, but let him shove my head into the toilet.

Professor Zhang held my head down with one hand and quickly pulled down my pantyhose with the other. I kept shaking my plump buttocks and resisting in a coquettish manner. Based on the knowledge I had learned during company training and my experience of serving Professor Zhang a few times, the more I resisted, the more lewd and passionate the atmosphere would be.

Sure enough, Professor Zhang practically ripped my stockings off and violently shoved his fingers into my anus, thrusting them in and out. My head emitted muffled groans from the toilet: "Oh! Ah! No! Ah!" Professor

Zhang pulled his fingers out and quickly shoved his hard penis into my anus, fucking me hard. "Oh! So good! Good anus! Tight!..."

Professor Zhang thrust passionately while pressing my head down even harder. My face was almost pressed against the bottom of the toilet, and I was almost powerless except for whimpering: "Ah!...Professor...No!...Ah! Ah! Ah!" The last three sounds came from Professor Zhang's powerful thrusts. Although Professor Zhang's penis wasn't long, it was thick! I felt as if my anus had expanded three times its normal size, like a wine bottle had been shoved inside!

My groans accelerated Professor Zhang's climax and ejaculation. "Thump thump thump thump!" Professor Zhang, after a series of vigorous thrusts, suddenly collapsed onto my back, his penis rapidly contracting and expanding inside my anus. "Pfft pfft pfft!" Hot semen shot out violently!

After the passion subsided, Professor Zhang sat on the bathroom floor, panting heavily. I also lay sideways next to the toilet, thick white semen continuously flowing from my anus. Mixed with the urine all over my body, my body emitted a strange smell.

I stood up to take off my clothes and shower when Professor Zhang said to me, "You little brat, help me up."

I staggered over and helped Professor Zhang up from the floor. I looked at his now limp penis; the strands of fluid made him look uncomfortable. Without giving me a chance to explain, Professor Zhang pushed me down and shoved his penis directly into my mouth. I patiently cleaned his penis.

Suddenly! The door outside seemed to open!

Professor Zhang and I both stopped in surprise. The air in the bathroom seemed to freeze; even breathing stopped!

Just a few seconds later, the apartment door opened with a series of key clicks!!

A woman's voice rang out: "Old Zhang! Come out for a second and help me bring my luggage in."

Professor Zhang's face seemed to freeze, he stood there dumbfounded, and he had wet his pants!

Ignoring the urine spraying on his face, I quickly stood up and whispered, "Who!! Who is it!? Professor! Professor! Please get out!"

I pushed him several times before Professor Zhang snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with grief, and whispered, "It's over! I... I'm not going to live!"

Before he could finish, the woman's voice outside suddenly became shrill: "Old Zhang! Where the hell have you been! Come out and help me with my luggage!"

I quickly pushed Professor Zhang out of the bathroom. Then I closed the door and listened anxiously to the commotion outside.

That useless old man! He completely collapsed the moment he saw his wife outside. I heard a loud thud outside, as if Professor Zhang had knelt down before her, followed by her surprise, questioning, interrogation, and fury! It was a complete mess.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was kicked open! A middle-aged woman stood before me.

Her fair face was flushed red with anger and jealousy, her gold-rimmed glasses sat askew, her teeth were grinding, and her hair, piled up, was almost standing on end—it was terrifying! Poor Professor Zhang knelt on the floor, grabbing her feet and crying like a child.

The woman saw me, paused for a moment, then glared angrily at my clothes. Turning back, she yelled viciously at Professor Zhang, "Fine...fine! You...you dare let this piece of trash wear my clothes! I...I'll kick you to death!"

With that, her black high heels flashed, and with a 'smack,' she kicked Professor Zhang squarely in the cheek, instantly giving him a 'face full of bruises'! Professor Zhang screamed and fainted on the spot!

Immediately afterward, the woman leaped in front of me, grabbed my hair, and before I could react, delivered two resounding slaps across my face. 'Slap! Slap!' I managed to break free, but the woman yelled, "I don't want to live anymore! You bitch! I'll fight you to the death!!" Then she continued to hit and kick me.

At first, I tried to explain to her, but this woman was too crazy. Several slaps made my vision go blurry. She grabbed my breast and pinched it hard, while her legs kicked wildly, hitting my genitals. I cried out in pain, "Ouch! Ah! Ah! Ouch!"

Forced into a corner, I joined in the struggle, and the two of us women immediately began wrestling. I pulled her hair, she pinched my breasts, I twisted her ass, she kicked my cunt. We rolled from the bathroom to the kitchen, and then from the kitchen to the living room. Perhaps because I was in the wrong, she actually straddled my chest! The woman yelled fiercely, "I'll kill you! You filthy bitch! Whore! Slut! You're fucked by thousands! You slut!" With each shout, she slapped me hard across the face.

I struggled, screaming, "Ah! Help! Ah! Help! Ah!"

Suddenly, a hand holding a bottle appeared behind the woman. A flash of light, and 'thud!' it hit her right on the back of the head. The woman's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the side. Professor Zhang stood in the hallway, his face covered in blood, the bottle in his hand crashing to the floor.

I scrambled to my feet, not caring about anything else, and ran to my room, grabbed my clothes, and ran out! I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible; it was too terrifying!

Back at my home, I locked the door and finally let out a long sigh of relief, only then feeling the pain—pain all over my body.

My vagina and breasts were swollen, and I couldn't get up for several days. My buttocks were scratched, and my arms and back were injured. I couldn't work for the time being.

The company was really kind; they brought in a doctor to treat me. The only thing I felt lucky about was that my face wasn't injured at all. As long as I wasn't disfigured, I could still have a chance to work. Perhaps that's why the company valued me.

I heard from people at the company that Professor Zhang miraculously survived being beaten to death by his wife. He's in the hospital, and his wife called the police, but they've been interrogating her for several days instead… It was a late

autumn night.

My room was brightly lit. A handsome man's penis was going in and out of my anus. I couldn't moan because I was sucking another man's penis. His penis was also handsome, long and thick, the large glans glistening with swelling. I kissed the cleft on the glans, making a soft, sucking sound. The man I was sucking groaned comfortably, "Oh! So good! Ah!"

The man behind me chuckled and said, "Little Zhang, how was it? Pretty good, right?"

Little Zhang panted, "I didn't expect… " "You really know how to find someone! ...Ah! ...So good! Brother Li, you...Oh!"

Brother Li said with a laugh, "I told you to come with me a long time ago, but you were still pretending. Now you know what it means to be satisfied, right? Come on! Come here and give me a handjob. This slut loves it when someone gives her anal sex!"

Xiao Zhang flipped over and stood up. Brother Li took his place. I laughed and said to Brother Li, "Ugh! What are you saying? Who likes anal sex? It's just that you always..." Before I could finish speaking, Brother Li couldn't wait to put his penis into my mouth.

Xiao Zhang walked behind me, kissed my buttocks hard twice, and said happily, "So fat! So fragrant! So good!!!" After saying that, he spread my anus, aimed, and thrust hard. With a "squeak," his penis went in. "No..." I groaned, still sucking on Brother Li's cock.

Xiao Zhang held my shoulders with both hands, straightened my position, and smiled at me, saying, "Hey! Bitch, I'm gonna fuck you!" I gently wiggled my ass, and Xiao Zhang laughed, "So slutty! Oh! You're urging me on! Okay! I'll give you a high-pitched shot!"

After saying that, Xiao Zhang slowly inserted his cock, then slowly pulled it out, then inserted it again, then pulled it out again, gradually increasing the speed. "Squeak, squeak, squeak," accompanied by Xiao Zhang's thrusting, my asshole sang a joyful song, "Slap slap slap slap!" Xiao Zhang's balls slapped against my thigh.

I sucked on Brother Li's penis even more vigorously. Brother Li watched with delight as my little mouth swallowed and spat out his penis, and said to Xiao Zhang, "Xiao Zhang, I'll show you something new!"

After saying that, Brother Li curled up his legs, spread his buttocks with his hands, and a dark anus appeared in front of me. Brother Li said to me, "Come on! Lick it!" I immediately pressed my little mouth to it...

Xiao Zhang was fucking me while staring at me with wide eyes, and suddenly he excitedly shouted "Oh!" His penis ejaculated into my anus! With each ejaculation, Xiao Zhang shouted, and I hummed along. Only after Xiao Zhang's penis shrank was it squeezed out of my anus. As soon as his penis was squeezed out, white semen flowed out of his anus. Xiao Zhang breathed a long sigh of comfort and sat down to the side.

Seeing that Xiao Zhang had ejaculated, Brother Li mocked, "You've been bragging for so long, and this is all you've got? What a coward! Learn from your brother Li! What's real prostitution!"

Brother Li lowered his legs, put on a condom, and I lay on the bed laughing, saying, "Brother Li, I'm still young. Who's like you, coming here every few days like it's a job?"

Brother Li laughed and said, "Alright, you slut, instead of teaching you a lesson, you're digging up my secrets! Watch my golden spear kill you today!"

After saying that, Brother Li lifted my legs up, and his penis immediately shoved into my vagina, and he began to fuck me happily.

The room was filled with laughter, screams, moans, and sounds of lovemaking…

This was my life—a thoroughly decadent, inhuman, lustful life…

Perhaps women who do this have their own reasons that set them apart from others, but their goals are all the same: to survive.

[The End]

I am twenty-eight years old, divorced, and my daughter was awarded to her father by the court. I used to be a textile factory worker, but since some foreign products entered the market, the textile industry has experienced widespread layoffs, and I was swept up in the wave of layoffs.

Currently, I live alone in the provincial capital.

To make a living, I have done many jobs: cleaner, dishwasher, factory worker, and even a gatekeeper. Now I face unemployment again.

I wanted to apply for "minimum living allowance," but the labor department ultimately determined that I was "capable of working" and therefore refused to approve it.

I felt like I had reached a dead end.

The sun was blazing.

I walked alone on the road; it was so hot, even the ground felt like it was burning.

I received my last month's wages from my boss, and his face still kept appearing before my eyes—that repulsive face. He coldly said to me, "Sister Zhang, I can't help it. Business is bad now, and I can't support so many people..."

I didn't say anything, picked up the meager amount of money, and resolutely walked away.

I was thirsty and wanted to buy some water, so I went straight to a small stall. "Sir, how much is a bottle of mineral water?" I asked.

"Two yuan," a man said.

I clutched the money in my bag, my palms slightly sweaty. I thought to myself, "Two yuan is enough for a meal; I'd better not buy anything.

" With that thought, I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard a mocking voice: "Not even buying a bottle of water? What's the point of asking if you're not going to buy anything? Are you just full?" I was already used to such taunts. That's the fate of the poor. Even the lowest of the low, if they're richer than you, can still humiliate you, and you have to endure it.

I walked until I reached a park, and suddenly noticed a water tap for watering the plants was still running. Seeing the gushing water, I couldn't resist any longer. I quickly went over, grabbed the hose, and drank my fill in one gulp! Ah! So refreshing!

Looking at the lush, growing flowers and plants, I suddenly felt they were very happy, at least happier than me. When they were thirsty, they could drink freely; when they were hungry, someone would fertilize them; they could grow strong and healthy without a care in the world.

I felt I wasn't even as good as a blade of grass…

Back home, I lay on my worn-out sofa bed, counting the little money I had in my hand over and over again—it was never enough, never enough!

This meant I would still have to go hungry! And remain poor!

Suddenly! I went berserk and smashed everything in the room! Anything I could move, I smashed! I smashed the world! I

smashed this society! This society where the poor have no way to survive! This cannibalistic society!

I laughed wildly, and cried at the same time! I had only one word: hatred!!!

After venting, I felt very comfortable and very tired, and I lay down on the floor and fell into a deep sleep…

When I woke up, the streetlights were already on. I fumbled for the light and turned it on, finding the room a mess, and I was very hungry. I tidied up a bit, straightened my clothes, grabbed some money, and left.

'I'll take it one day at a time. I'll worry about tomorrow tomorrow; at least I'll eat my fill today!' I thought to myself.

There's a steamed bun shop right across from my building. I've lived here for several years, but I've never been inside. Today, I was drawn in by the fragrant steamed buns, so I went in.

Wow, the shop was packed with people—men, women, young, and old, all sorts of people.

I chose a corner to sit down and ordered eight steamed buns. While I was waiting, I suddenly heard the voices of the people sitting behind me: "Come on, Lao Xu, let's drink... We're brothers, no doubt about it... Hey! What's troubling you? It's just that your son didn't do well on the college entrance exam... Don't worry about it... We'll go to Lao Liu's place later. I heard he's got a few new girls... Hey, let me tell you, old ones, young ones, wild ones, not wild ones, they've got them all!... I tried it once last time! Damn! It was so awesome!!..."

As I listened, a thought suddenly occurred to me... I pretended not to care and glanced back. Behind me sat two men in their thirties. The table was full of empty bottles. Both of them were dressed very fashionably, and you could tell at a glance that they were the kind of people with a little money.

A moment later, my steamed buns arrived. I wolfed them down. Once I was full, I paid, not caring how much it cost. My stomach felt a little upset, and I staggered out of the steamed bun shop.

Back home, I lay in bed, recalling what the two men had said. 'Is that really the only path I can take? There must be other paths, there must be!' I told myself. I thought about it carefully and finally thought of another path, but I broke out in a cold sweat! The other path was: death!

...

No! I don't want to die! If I don't die,

I must find a way to survive!

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...

...

Now, I survive.

Night falls, and the city lights come on again.

I got out of bed, took a shower, and then made myself a decent dinner. After eating, I took out a pair of trendy black pantyhose from my drawer, put them on in front of the mirror, and wow! I looked at my beautiful curves in the black pantyhose; they were so alluring. I couldn't help but touch my high, full buttocks. The smooth, delicate feel of them encased in the tight pantyhose was intoxicating. Then I touched my front—my smooth abdomen, my firm thighs. As I touched myself, I felt a slight dampness in my crotch. My two heavy breasts, with their red nipples, made me feel like I couldn't compare to even the most beautiful young girls.

I gathered my long hair, looked at my face, and saw myself as a mature and charming woman. Ah! I was very satisfied with myself.

I put on my bra—I heard it was a Japanese brand; the red color made me look even sexier. Over it, I wore a tight-fitting skirt. I like green, so I specifically chose a green tight-fitting skirt. "

What shoes should I wear today? Professor Zhang said he likes sporty girls, so maybe I should wear a pair of sneakers." Thinking this, I found a pair of white sneakers and put them on. Now I was dressed.

I pulled out the note from my purse; it read: Professor Zhang, Room 203, Building 2, Huayin East Lane, 9 PM to 9 AM.

I checked the time; it was okay. After getting ready, I grabbed my small purse and left home.

The company I work for is called "Xiaojun Household Services Company." Our regular services include cooking, cleaning, elderly care, and patient care, but our main service is providing special services to some middle-class individuals—sexual services, of course.

I was somewhat lucky to join this company. After a period of training in sex services, I gradually stood out. Now, I can earn over two thousand yuan a month from the company! Moreover, my skills are becoming increasingly proficient.

As for Professor Zhang,

he's a regular customer. Since the first time I went to his house to provide services, I've been there at least three times, and each time I've satisfied him. He especially likes my bold and outspoken style. Of course, Professor Zhang is also very generous. With his professorship at the university, his monthly salary is as high as 8,000 yuan, so he always gives me a generous tip, which touches me deeply.

Thinking about this, I went to Professor Zhang's house.

I checked my watch; it was exactly nine o'clock, the time when everyone was gathered around the television.

I gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a middle-aged man's voice rang out from inside.

"It's me, Bitch Hair," I said as quietly as possible.

"Bitch Hair" was the name Professor Zhang gave me; he required me to refer to myself as "Bitch Hair" every time I came to his house to provide services.

The door opened, and a chubby man appeared inside—it was Professor Zhang. Professor Zhang was smiling, wearing only a nightgown. When he saw me, he quickly ushered me into the room and locked the door. Professor

Zhang lived in a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment provided by the school, covering more than 90 square meters, and it was beautifully decorated.

As I walked in, I said, "Professor, what's up? Is your wife away on a business trip?"

Professor Zhang's wife is also a university lecturer and often travels for work, which is why Professor Zhang dared to call me so boldly. However, I'd heard that Professor Zhang is henpecked and often gets scolded by his wife.

Professor Zhang replied, "That old woman is finally away on a business trip! How annoying! She nags me every day. You're so much better; you always do what I want."

Once inside the room, I took off my sneakers. Professor Zhang's living room had a thick carpet that felt very soft underfoot.

I sat on the carpet, and Professor Zhang sat next to me, pulling me into his arms and whispering, "My dear, I've missed you so much these past few days! I've missed you so much that I can't eat or sleep."

I looked at Professor Zhang's chubby face like a little bird nestled against him, pouting my lips and saying, "Professor, I've missed you too. I think about you every day, about all the things we used to do, about those good times. Let's not waste any more time, come on."

I seduced Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang seemed very excited and said, "How about we ride horses again?"

I said, "Anything is fine, just don't let me leave you..."

Professor Zhang looked at me and suddenly pushed me onto the carpet...

I took off my skirt and bra, leaving me only in black pantyhose, and then I lay on the carpet waiting for Professor Zhang to mount me. Professor Zhang seemed very engrossed; he gathered my long hair together and tied it with a piece of yarn, then went outside and picked up... I put on a pair of hiking shoes, sniffed the insole carefully, and said disappointedly, "They don't smell much. Are they new shoes?"

I shook my head and said, "Professor, you didn't tell me to wear my old shoes. I should have worn those."

Professor Zhang suddenly smiled and said, "I knew it. Come, see what I prepared for you." After saying that, Professor Zhang took out a pair of brown women's socks from his wardrobe. I leaned over and smelled them and thought they smelled a bit bad.

Professor Zhang said to me, "Pussy hair, come on, suck on it." Then, he shoved the sock toe into my mouth, turned around, and "ridden" onto my back. He grabbed my tangled hair, but it wasn't really riding; he was practically straddling my back because he was quite heavy, and if he were all over me, he would have crushed me.

While holding my hair, Professor Zhang raised his hand and slapped my large, black, tight-fitting buttocks hard. *Smack!* With a loud, crisp sound, Professor Zhang exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! I'm riding a horse! Oh!" I crawled on the floor step by step, the smelly sock still in my mouth. Professor Zhang happily slapped my fat buttocks with his hand, the room filled with the crisp "slap slap slap" sounds accompanied by my groans as my buttocks were slapped.

I crawled around the room a few times, and Professor Zhang, panting heavily, said to me, "Stop, stop, let me rest for a bit."

I stopped, and Professor Zhang plopped down on the carpet. He looked at me with the smelly sock in my mouth and laughed, saying, "That's funny. Come on, take the sock off."

After resting for a while, Professor Zhang stood up, took two bottles of soda from the refrigerator in the kitchen, opened one, and said to me, "Come on, you little bastard, come and have some." I went over and drank the soda.

Professor Zhang rested for a moment, then pulled a long, thin stick from under the bed. The stick was very slender but long, only gradually thickening towards the base. He asked me to bring in one of his hiking shoes, and using the stick to lift it, he said to me, "Come on, let's play 'Monkey Balancing the Lamp'."

I laughed and lightly hit him, saying, "You're so annoying! Making me play this so soon!"

Professor Zhang chuckled and said, "I couldn't resist."

I stood on the carpet, legs together, and then... Slowly bending over, supporting himself on the carpet with his hands, Professor Zhang raised his buttocks high in the air, walked up to me, pulled down his black pantyhose a little, patted my buttocks, spread my anus, and tried to insert the thick end of the stick holding the hiking shoe into my anus. He tried twice but couldn't get it in, probably because my anus was too dry. Professor Zhang slowly spat on my anus, then moistened it with the thick end of the stick, and thrust hard. With a "plop," the stick disappeared into my anus!

Professor Zhang truly lived up to his reputation as a university teacher, able to come up with such a lewd game. Women seemed to be nothing more than a subject of study for him.

I lay on the carpet, swaying my hips slightly from side to side from time to time. I had to keep my balance so that the rod in my anus wouldn't fall down or tilt.

Professor Zhang watched me with satisfaction. He walked over and sat down in front of me. I kept my head down, struggling to maintain the position. Professor Zhang laughed and said, "Your technique is getting better and better!" Then, he stretched one of his feet out in front of me and said, "Come on! Nibble on my old foot!!"

I opened my mouth and let Professor Zhang put his big toe into my mouth. His foot was very smelly and alkaline. I carefully sucked on his toes. Professor Zhang laughed heartily, "Good! Oh! Very good!"

Professor Zhang watched me lying on the ground in a lewd position, a rod inserted into my anus, a tattered shoe on top of the rod, and me sucking on his foot. Professor Zhang opened his pajamas, and his chubby penis began to harden slightly.

This position was really tiring! To maintain my balance and suck my toes, I felt my limbs starting to go numb.

Luckily, Professor Zhang put me down at that moment. I lay panting on the carpet. Professor Zhang pounced on me, straddled me, and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hands dug into my vagina. "Plop!" "Plop!" Gradually, my vagina began to become slippery. I stroked Professor Zhang's penis with my little hands; it was chubby and quite fun. I said to him, "Professor, can I suck your penis?"

Professor Zhang said softly, "You're so annoying! I won't let you suck it."

I said coquettishly, "No! I must suck your penis, let me suck it! Let me suck it!"

I hugged Professor Zhang's waist, and Professor Zhang deliberately struggled. I pressed him down, lowered my head, and quickly took his penis head into my mouth and started licking it. My soft, warm little mouth enveloped the entire penis head, and Professor Zhang comfortably enjoyed my service, humming softly.

I gently teased his penis with the tip of my tongue, and after a few rounds of teasing, Professor Zhang's penis gradually became hard. His penis was the short, thick type, very hard, like an iron nail. I licked the head of his penis for a while and then licked his testicles. Professor Zhang hummed even more. His testicles were very interesting, white and small, like a child's testicles. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took both testicles into my mouth at once.

Professor Zhang was getting a little hot, excitedly stroking my body. I knowingly lay on top of him, inserting his penis into my vagina and starting to stroke it. "Thump, thump, thump," Professor Zhang thrust his hips in rhythm. I could feel his penis rubbing back and forth inside my vagina, but it was a little short, not even reaching my G-spot. But I knew my purpose was to make the client feel good and comfortable; my own feelings were secondary.

I pretended to be enjoying myself, moaning, "Oh! Professor, your penis is so great! Oh! Fuck! Oh! Ah!"

Seeing my ecstatic expression, Professor Zhang became even more excited and thrust harder!

Suddenly, Professor Zhang's eyes widened. Oh! He let out a cry, and I felt his penis inside me contract, then a gush of hot semen shot out.

After the climax, Professor Zhang breathed heavily, wiped his sweat, picked up a soda and took two big gulps. I also wiped my lower body clean with a sanitary napkin and nestled in his arms.

Professor Zhang took a short break and whispered to me, "Hey, you should put on my old hag's clothes, okay?"

I chuckled and lightly slapped him, saying, "Here you go again! Ugh! I just can't do anything with you."

Professor Zhang took out an outfit his wife used to wear when lecturing from the closet. It was a high-quality, formal university lecturer's gown. I quickly changed into it, and then Professor Zhang instructed me to style my hair as much as possible to match his wife's, including the stockings and high heels. I changed into his wife's outfit, and then I put on her glasses. In the mirror, I instantly transformed into a university lecturer. Professor Zhang then took out a manuscript from his study, which was probably something his wife frequently used for lecturing.

After we were ready, the professor and I moved a chair and a table into the bathroom…

His bathroom was large and well-equipped. I sat in the chair, with a table in front of me. On the table was a high-end small camera, the kind used in homes. Professor Zhang looked at me excitedly. I straightened my posture and began reading the manuscript in my hand: “The reform of the market economy is an important part of the primary stage of socialism in our country… We must be unwavering… China must build a society with Chinese characteristics…”

Professor Zhang looked at me as if I had become his old wife.

While I was reading the manuscript, Professor Zhang stood to my side, constantly fiddling with his penis. Suddenly, Professor Zhang let out a soft “Oh!” and his penis stiffened. “Tsk!” With a whoosh, a stream of yellow urine gushed out! Yes! It was indeed a stream of hot urine.

Professor Zhang's urination technique was quite unique; his urine was hot and the force of the spray was great. The gushing urine hit my face, hair, glasses, and mouth. I couldn't dodge, and as if nothing had happened, I continued to read the manuscript in my hands with a serious expression and solemnity.

Professor Zhang excitedly urinated, trying to direct the urine towards my slightly open mouth. As I opened my mouth to begin reading, a gush of hot urine sprayed in. I swallowed the urine as I read: "China's current economic level... glug... is still in the world... glug... We must... glug..."

Professor Zhang, while urinating, shouted perversely, "You old hag! I'll let you insult me! I'll let you hit me! I'll piss you to death! I'll drown you!"

After urinating, my hair and clothes were soaked with urine.

The grotesque scene made me dizzy. Although I had experienced this twice before—the first time I vomited, the second time I fainted—I managed to hold on this time.

Professor Zhang yanked me up from the chair. I don't know where this bloated old man suddenly got such strength, but he pulled me to one side. Professor Zhang dragged me to the toilet, grabbed my neck, and forcefully pushed my head into the toilet. I struggled for a moment, but let him shove my head into the toilet.

Professor Zhang pressed my head down with one hand and quickly pulled down my pantyhose with the other. I kept shaking my plump buttocks and resisting in a coquettish manner. Relying on the knowledge I had learned during company training and my experience serving Professor Zhang a few times, the more I resisted, the more lewd and passionate the atmosphere would be created.

Sure enough, Professor Zhang practically tore my pantyhose open and violently inserted his fingers into my anus, thrusting them in and out. My head emitted muffled groans in the toilet: "Oh! Ah! No! Ah!"

Professor Zhang pulled out his fingers and quickly inserted his hard penis into my anus, fucking me hard. "Oh! So good! Good anus! Tight!..."

Professor Zhang fucked me passionately while pressing my head down even harder. My face was almost pressed against the bottom of the toilet, and I was practically powerless except for letting out coquettish moans: "Ah!...Professor...No!...Ah! Ah! Ah!" The last three moans came as Professor Zhang thrust in forcefully. Although Professor Zhang's penis wasn't long, it was thick! I felt as if my anus had expanded three times its normal size, like a wine bottle had been shoved inside!

My moans accelerated Professor Zhang's orgasm and ejaculation. "Slap slap slap slap!" Professor Zhang suddenly collapsed onto my back during a burst of vigorous thrusting, his penis rapidly contracting and expanding inside my anus. "Plop plop plop!" Hot semen shot out violently!

After the passion subsided, Professor Zhang sat on the bathroom floor, panting heavily. I lay sideways beside the toilet, thick white semen continuously flowing from my anus, mingling with the urine all over my body, giving off a strange smell.

I stood up, preparing to take off my clothes and shower, when Professor Zhang said to me, "You little bastard, help me up."

I staggered over and helped Professor Zhang up from the floor. I looked at Professor Zhang's now limp penis, the strands of sticky fluid making him look awkward. Without giving me a chance to explain, Professor Zhang pushed me down and shoved his penis directly into my mouth. I patiently cleaned his penis.

Suddenly! The door outside seemed to open!

Professor Zhang and I both stopped in shock. The air in the bathroom seemed to freeze; even breathing stopped!

Just a few seconds later, the outer door opened with a series of key clicks!

A woman's voice rang out: "Old Zhang! Come out for a moment and help me bring my luggage in."

Professor Zhang's face seemed to freeze; he stood there dumbfounded, and he had wet his pants!

Ignoring the urine spraying onto Professor Zhang's face, I hurriedly stood up and whispered, "Who!! Who is it!? Professor! Professor! Please get out of here!"

I pushed him several times before Professor Zhang finally snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with grief as he whispered, "It's over! I... I'm not going to live!"

Before he could finish, a woman's voice outside suddenly shrilled, "Old Zhang! Where the hell have you been! Come out and help me with my luggage!"

I quickly pushed Professor Zhang out of the bathroom. Then I closed the door and listened intently to the commotion outside.

That useless old man! He completely collapsed the moment he saw his wife. I heard a thud outside, as if Professor Zhang had knelt down before his wife, followed by her surprise, questioning, interrogation, and anger! A chaotic mess.

*Slap!* With a loud bang, the bathroom door was kicked open! A middle-aged woman stood before me.

Her fair face was flushed red with anger and jealousy, her gold-rimmed glasses sat askew, her teeth were grinding together, and her hair, which had been piled up, was almost standing on end—it was terrifying! Poor Professor Zhang was kneeling on the floor, clutching her feet and crying like a child.

The woman saw me, paused for a moment, then glared angrily at my clothes. Turning back to Professor Zhang, she yelled viciously, "Fine...fine! You...you dare let this piece of trash wear my clothes! I...I'll kick you to death!"

With that, her black high heels flashed, and with a 'smack,' she kicked Professor Zhang squarely in the cheek, instantly giving him a smear of color! Professor Zhang screamed and fainted on the spot!

Immediately afterward, the woman lunged at me, grabbed my hair, and before I could react, slapped me twice across the face with a resounding "Slap! Slap!" I managed to break free, but the woman yelled, "I don't want to live anymore! You bitch! I'll fight you to the death!!" Then she continued to hit and kick me.

At first, I tried to explain, but this woman was too crazy. The slaps made my vision blur, and she grabbed my breast and pinched it hard, kicking wildly, one of her feet landing squarely on my genitals. I cried out in pain, "Ouch! Ah! Ah! Ouch!"

Forced into a corner, I started fighting back, and the two women immediately began wrestling. I pulled your hair, you pinched my breasts, I twisted your ass, you kicked my cunt. We rolled from the bathroom to the kitchen, and then from the kitchen to the living room. Perhaps because I was in the wrong, she actually straddled my chest! The woman yelled fiercely, "I'll beat you to death! You filthy bitch! Whore! Slut! Sex slave! Slut!" With each shout, she slapped me hard across the face.

I struggled, screaming, "Ah! Help! Ah! Help! Ah!"

Suddenly, a hand holding a bottle appeared behind the woman. A flash of light, and 'thud!' it hit the woman on the back of the head. The woman's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the side. Professor Zhang stood in the living room, his face covered in blood, the bottle in his hand smashing to the ground with a 'crack!'

I scrambled to my feet, not caring about anything else, and ran to my room, grabbed my clothes, and ran out! I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible; it was terrifying!

Back home, I locked the door and finally let out a long sigh of relief, only then realizing the pain—pain all over my body.

My vagina and breasts were swollen, and I couldn't get up for days. My buttocks were scratched, and my arms and back were injured. I couldn't work for the time being.

The company was really kind; they brought in a doctor to treat me. The only thing I felt lucky about was that my face wasn't injured at all. As long as I wasn't disfigured, I could still have a chance to work; perhaps that's why the company valued me.

I heard from people at the company that Professor Zhang miraculously survived being beaten to death by his wife. He was hospitalized, and his wife had called the police, but the police had interrogated her for several days instead… It was a

late autumn night.

The lights were on in my room. A handsome man's penis was going in and out of my anus. I couldn't moan because I was sucking another man's penis in my mouth. His penis was also handsome, long and thick, the large glans glistening with swelling. I kissed the cleft on the glans, making a squelching sound. The man I was sucking groaned comfortably, "Oh! So good! Ah!"

The man behind me chuckled and said, "Xiao Zhang, how's it? Pretty good, right?"

Xiao Zhang panted and said, "I didn't expect..." "You really know how to find someone! ...Ah! ...That feels so good! Brother Li, you...Oh!"

Brother Li said with a smile, "I told you to come with me a long time ago, but you were still pretending. Now you know what it feels like, right? Come on! Come here and give me a handjob. This slut likes it when someone gives her anal sex!"

Xiao Zhang turned over and stood up. Brother Li took his place. I laughed and said to Brother Li, "Ugh! What are you saying? Who likes anal sex? It's you every time..." Before I could finish speaking, Brother Li couldn't wait to put his penis into my mouth.

Xiao Zhang walked up behind me, kissed my ass twice hard, and said with satisfaction, "So fat! So fragrant! So good!!!" Then, he spread my anus, aimed, and thrust hard. "Squeak!" His cock slid in. "No..." I groaned, sucking on Brother Li's cock.

Xiao Zhang held my shoulders, straightened my position, and smiled at me, saying, "Hey! Bitch, I'm going to fuck you now?" I gently wiggled my ass, and Xiao Zhang laughed, "So slutty! Oh! You're urging me on! Okay! I'll give you a high-flying shot!"

With that, Xiao Zhang slowly inserted his cock, then slowly pulled it out, then inserted it again, then pulled it out again, gradually increasing the speed. "Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Accompanied by Xiao Zhang's thrusting, my anus sang a joyful song, "Slap slap slap slap!" Xiao Zhang's balls slapped against my thigh.

I sucked on Brother Li's penis even more intensely. Brother Li watched with delight as my mouth swallowed and spat out his penis, and said to Xiao Zhang, "Xiao Zhang, I'll show you something new!"

After saying that, Brother Li curled up his legs, spread his buttocks with his hands, and a dark anus appeared in front of me. Brother Li said to me, "Come on! Lick it!" I immediately put my mouth to it...

Xiao Zhang was fucking me while staring at me with wide eyes, and suddenly shouted excitedly, "Oh!" His penis ejaculated into my anus! With each ejaculation, Xiao Zhang shouted, and I hummed along. Only after Xiao Zhang's penis shrank did it get squeezed out of my anus. As soon as it was squeezed out, white semen flowed out of his anus. Xiao Zhang let out a long, comfortable breath and sat down to the side.

When Brother Li saw that Xiao Zhang had ejaculated, he mocked, "You've been bragging for so long, and that's all you've got! You're such a coward! Learn from your brother Li! What's called prostitution!"

Brother Li put his legs down, put on a condom, and I lay on the bed laughing, saying, "Brother Li, I'm still young. Who's like you, coming here every few days like it's a job?"

Brother Li also laughed and said, "Alright, you slut, instead of teaching you a lesson, you're digging up my secrets! Watch my golden gun fuck you to death today!"

After saying that, Brother Li lifted my legs up and immediately thrust his penis into my vagina, happily fucking me.

The room was filled with laughter, screams, moans, and sounds of pleasure…

This was my life—a thoroughly decadent, inhuman, lustful life…

Perhaps the women who do this have their own reasons for being different from others, but their purpose is the same: to live.

[The End]

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