I was a pheasant once

I've always looked down on girls who work as prostitutes, but little did I know I'd become one myself.

That day I was in a bad mood, having just argued with my boyfriend. Wearing a very sexy nightgown, I ran out into the street. Hiding in the shadows of a small shop, I wondered if that jerk would come looking for me. Five minutes passed, and he still hadn't appeared. Sulking, I started wandering the street.

Then I noticed men leering at me. It dawned on me that this was the city's infamous prostitute street, with groups of young women dressed as provocatively as I was. I decided to stand in the shadows of a streetlamp and see just how attractive I really was. Sure enough, when I stopped, the men around me, with their ulterior motives, stared at me brazenly, treating me like merchandise for sale.

I just turned 18 two days ago. Over a year of sexual activity has made my figure incredibly sexy and alluring. My friends say I look like Zhou Xun, but with a much better figure. I even considered going to film school, but my grades were too bad, so I never even considered it.

I've made up my mind to sell myself and teach that bastard a lesson. I quickly negotiated prices with seven or eight good-looking men. I set a bottom line of 800, because I knew the going rate here was 300-400. I was confident I was much prettier than those prostitutes, and this was the first time I didn't want to sell myself cheaply. I asked for 1000, but those guys didn't know their value and actually tried to bargain down to 200. I was too lazy to argue, and besides, it was only 10:30 pm. I wanted to find a handsome man.

Just then, a middle-aged man who had been watching me for a while came over. He immediately agreed to my asking price and told me to come with him right away. He wasn't my ideal customer, but I was in a bind, and he'd promised me 1000 yuan. I looked around, hoping to spot the bastard, but I didn't. Just then, the man hailed a taxi and pulled up beside me. He didn't seem like a bad guy, so I steeled myself and got in.

He was relatively well-behaved in the car, only putting his arm around my waist; he didn't make any other moves, which made me like him more. We got out of the taxi at a decent-looking hotel. At first, I was worried the hotel security might ask what we were doing there, but they just glanced at me a few times and let us into the lobby as if it were nothing unusual. I'd booked rooms with the bastard before, but this was my first time with a stranger. Luckily, the receptionist quickly processed the check-in, and I practically fled with him to the elevator. The hotel was three-star, and the room was quite nice. Hearing the door close softly and lock, I knew there was no turning back now.

He asked me to shower with him, but I refused and told him to go first. He didn't say much, just put one arm around me and roughly squeezed my breasts a few times before going into the bathroom. He didn't close the door while showering, probably afraid I'd sneak away. I leaned against the headboard watching TV to hide my unease.

When he came out, he only had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly showing his small mound. He pressed me down on the bed and roughly fondled my body, then took off my pajamas. I quickly said I hadn't showered yet, and ran into the bathroom in just my underwear. It was probably the longest shower I'd ever taken. I couldn't face what was about to happen. Before tonight, I'd never imagined I'd have sex with a stranger and sell my body. Oh God, I'd really become the prostitute I used to despise!

Finally, after countless urgings from the man, I came out of the bathroom. He was obviously impatient. He carried me naked from the bathroom door to the bed, hastily removing my towel and underwear, spreading my arms and legs wide, and then entered me hard.

This was my first time experiencing sex without foreplay or caresses. Luckily, my vagina is quite wet, so he only needed a few thrusts to insert his entire penis all the way in.

I had never seen his penis before, but I could clearly feel that it was thicker and longer than my husband's. When it was fully inserted, it even reached the entrance of my vagina. Even without caresses, I quickly reached orgasm, and I couldn't help but moan. Influenced by me, he became even stronger. Before the previous orgasm had subsided, he brought me to an even higher peak.

After six or seven orgasms, I felt his speed slow down, but his strength became even more profound, and each time he reached deep into my uterus. Suddenly, just as my orgasm subsided slightly, a hot torrent shot into my vagina, splashing inside me. With a few intermittent ejaculations, he finally lay still on top of me.

I held him tightly, hoping that his penis would stay inside me a little longer to enjoy that full and satisfying feeling, but like my husband, he quickly went limp and withdrew from my body.

We were both exhausted. His arm around me was noticeably weaker than before. I suddenly remembered I hadn't taken my medication, so I quickly got up to urinate, hoping to expel his semen. After urinating, I turned on the water to wash my vulva.

When I returned to bed, he didn't seem as tired as before. I nestled in his arms like a little bird, my mood completely restored.

His hands gently roamed over my body, his tongue occasionally dancing on my nipples. I gently closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and curled my legs around his waist, my body trembling slightly with his caresses. Suddenly, his tongue left my nipples and moved to my lower abdomen, kissing around my navel for a moment before parting my legs and beginning to suck and lick my vulva.

Waves of tingling, pleasurable pleasure spread from my clitoris to my brain, and I trembled uncontrollably, stroking my breasts to balance the stimulation in my lower body. My deadbeat had never performed oral sex on me before. I had never experienced the wonderful sensation of a man's tongue nibbling at my vagina. As his tongue penetrated deeper and deeper, the pleasure in my body was like a small boat in a typhoon, constantly being tossed to the crest of a high wave, only to surge to another peak before it even subsided…

He turned around and straddled my head, pulling my legs up with both hands and burying his head between my thighs. This position made his tongue even more agile and the stimulation even more intense.

His penis had swelled up again, hard and pounding against my face. He freed one hand to grab the hard shaft and put it in my mouth. Stimulated by his licking of my clitoris, I couldn't help but open my mouth and take his hard shaft in.

It was the first time I had a man's penis in my mouth. Before, when my deadbeat wanted to do this, I had always refused. I couldn't accept the idea of putting a man's filthy urine in my mouth. But this unexpected experience of being licked and nibbled at by a man made me accept this way of making love and gave me a pleasure I had never experienced before.

His hot, thick penis filled my mouth. I stroked it up and down, licking the tip with my tongue. Gradually, the frequency of his thrusts in my mouth increased, penetrating deeper and deeper into my tongue. Suddenly, I felt the urge to vomit. I turned my head, trying to fling his penis out of my mouth, but by then, he couldn't stop. The thrusts became faster and deeper. I soon couldn't breathe and desperately tried to push him away. Finally, his penis pierced my throat. My chest heaved uncontrollably. At that moment, a thick, salty, hot stream shot from his penis into my throat. I involuntarily swallowed this and the subsequent ejaculation.

His penis went limp in my mouth after ejaculating and I easily spat it out. As I breathed in fresh air, I realized that I had given oral sex to a man for the first time in my life and swallowed his semen.

My God, what's wrong with me today? From an argument to becoming a prostitute, then having sex with a stranger (my second man in my life), and now experiencing oral sex for the first time and giving oral sex to another man, swallowing a man's semen for the first time. Perhaps there was a primal, carnal urge within me, and the argument was merely a trigger that unleashed another self I was completely unaware of. Once it crossed the boundaries of morality and responsibility, it became uncontrollable, leading me either to heaven or hell!

I rinsed my mouth, lay in the bathtub, and slowly washed away the mixture of our bodily fluids, reflecting on my actions that day. The middle-aged man also entered the bathroom, and it was then that I saw his body clearly for the first time. He looked to be about 40 years old, with a well-maintained, very fair complexion. His hair was a bit messy, but the hairstyle was clearly the work of a professional. His belly had inevitably grown, but it hadn't yet become an unsightly pregnant belly, and his penis had shrunk into a fluffy little black rabbit.

He and I squeezed into the single bathtub, I could only sit on his lap, my buttocks pressing right against his penis. He held me, massaging my breasts and kissing my neck, and I reached behind my head to wrap my arms around his head.

"Are you a high-class lady?" he asked in my ear. "

I'm not in a hurry anyway," I replied playfully, mimicking his dirty joke.

He laughed and hugged me even tighter. "

Is this your first time out here?" he suddenly said, staring into my eyes.

I was startled, a chill running down my spine as I sat up in his arms, feeling my face begin to burn.

Seeing my reaction, he hugged me tighter and kissed my breasts, and under his caresses, I calmed down. "

How did you know?" I asked him softly.

"Haha!" he laughed, "I could tell when you were standing on the street. Even though you were wearing pajamas, you weren't wearing makeup. Real prostitutes always wear makeup; you're obviously a prostitute!"

I realized he was right. I was supposed to go to bed with him after my shower, but I forgot what we were arguing about and ran out, so I definitely wasn't wearing makeup. "

I hate it when you call me a prostitute!" I pinched his thigh.

"Ouch, sorry!" He made amends by kissing my breasts and lips heavily. "

That's all?" I asked suspiciously. "

Of course not. You asked for 1000 and didn't haggle with anyone, which means you were hesitant about whether to do it or not."

He kissed my eyes again and continued, "The line is done, but you obviously don't lack money and aren't in a hurry to sell yourself, so why is that?" He asked me in return.

I looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to have observed my thoughts so accurately. "

Why?" He asked again, pleased with my expression.

I turned around, sat on his lap, and punched his chest with my hands: "You're so bad! I just wanted to find a handsome guy! I didn't want to sell myself at all!" My face flushed again, and I buried my head in his chest. "

How did you agree to it later?" he asked with interest. "

You're so naughty! You agreed to 1000 right away and didn't haggle, so I couldn't go back on my word! But I thought you seemed like a good person, so I came with you."

Oh dear! I suddenly remembered an important question: Oh no, what if I get pregnant? What if my friends find out?!

Hahaha! He suddenly laughed, and I angrily sat up.

He hugged me tighter, kissed me deeply, and then said, "Of course not, I had a tubal ligation a long time ago. And I checked your clothes when you were showering—there were no condoms hidden, which further proves my judgment!"

"What judgment?" I asked, relaxing.

"You're a decent young woman! And this is your first time soliciting on the street!" He said with a smug smile. "

Pull your head! I only went out on the street because I was angry!" Looking at his smug smile, I suddenly felt guilty. Although I wasn't a virgin anymore, and my first time was with that damned boyfriend, having sex with another man behind his back... I felt guilty towards him. "

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He realized his words had hurt my pride and quickly apologized.

Then, he hugged me tighter again, his tongue roaming over my body, licking me until I felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Women are truly strange creatures; even the strongest will succumbs to physical desire. My earlier guilt began to dissipate, and I once again plunged into the sea of lust. This time, we didn't even have time to dry ourselves before collapsing onto the bed. Having learned from our previous experiences, we were familiar with each other's bodies and our coordination was impeccable.

I gradually began to enjoy the thrill of this lovemaking, and the comfortable Simmons mattress in the hotel room gave me a feeling far superior to what that bastard had given me. Was I about to embark on a life as a prostitute? I dared not draw a conclusion.

We made love wildly, rolling from the bed to the carpet, changing positions from him on top to me, trying many different positions, some of which I was experiencing for the first time. I was amazed by his variety and his vigorous stamina…

Suddenly, several blinding flashlight beams shone on us. In the midst of our ecstatic climax, night patrol officers burst into the room.

Instantly, my mind went blank. When the room lights came on, I was still naked. The middle-aged man dressed and left the room with a police officer. I snapped out of my daze and pulled a sheet over myself, tears soaking the sheet.

The police officer searched the room, carefully examining my pajamas and underwear, and repeatedly checking my bra. I lowered my head in shame, filled with despair. I had never been arrested by the police before; how could I face anyone after this? That bastard would definitely not want me anymore. Now I truly felt my love for him, and I couldn't imagine how I would live without him. How could I face my teachers, classmates, relatives, and friends?

At this point, only two police officers remained in the room. The officer who had checked my bra handed me clothes and told me to put them on, then ordered me to kneel on the floor and wait for further processing. Then, I heard doors opening and closing in the hallway, people being brought out of rooms for questioning, and girls being led away, their cries echoing.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and the police officer who had left earlier and the middle-aged man returned. The officer whispered something to the two officers inside and then came to me. He kindly told me to sit up, then handed me a piece of paper and told me to write down my name, address, and other personal information. He warned me not to lie, or he would parade me through the streets until someone recognized me. Of course, I didn't want to be paraded, so I honestly wrote down my name and address.

The officer who came later handed the paper to the middle-aged man, who looked at it, took out a lighter, burned the paper, and then left the room with the two officers who had checked the room and my clothes. Only the officer who came later remained in the room. I didn't know what he was going to do with me, and I begged him repeatedly not to tell my family, saying I would do anything.

The officer looked at me strangely, got up, locked the door, then quickly stripped naked from the waist down and ordered me to lie on the bed. I obediently lay down, and he sat beside me, lifted my nightgown, skillfully pulled off my panties, rolled them into a ball, and wiped my vulva clean. I knew what he was going to do, but now I was at his mercy, and I hoped he would try to exonerate me.

I willingly spread my legs, exposing my vulva, surrounded by glistening pubic hair, to him. His breathing became rapid, and he knelt between my thighs, cupping his fiery red, hard penis in his hand and circling it a few times at the entrance of my vulva, wetting the head of his erect penis. Then I saw him kneel up, straddle me, and thrust his buttocks upwards, forcefully penetrating the core of my vulva. His penis wasn't as thick as a middle-aged man's, but it was long, and each thrust went deep into my uterus. I could clearly feel as if two pieces of flesh inside my body were occasionally sucking on his penis with each thrust, like oral sex.

He thrust so fast that I almost immediately felt an orgasm. His speed was so great I couldn't even scream; all I could hear were heavy breaths, and then I couldn't even breathe properly anymore. Suddenly, his body shuddered, and at the same time, a stream of hot semen shot into my vagina. My vagina absorbed it all like water, writhing until his penis went limp.

Perhaps to avoid being discovered, he ejaculated in just two minutes. But those were two unforgettable minutes. First, it was the fastest thrusting and the deepest penetration I had ever experienced. Second, the image of the police officer I had held dear since childhood was shattered. And third, I discovered I could actually use my body for a transaction—was this my misfortune or my fortune?

After we got dressed, he took out a business card and told me to memorize it. It had a man's name, job title, address, and phone number on it. It turned out the middle-aged man was actually the vice president of a well-known listed company in the city. I quickly memorized it and recited it to him. After several repetitions without error, he gave me some more instructions. He wanted me to pretend to be the middle-aged man's mistress so that no one would be arrested as prostitutes. I was willing to do so, of course, and agreed to his request. As he led me out of the room, I secretly memorized his badge number: xxxxxx108.

Sure enough, when I was taken to the police station, I was quickly released following the answers he had given me. The vice president was also waiting for me. When 108 led me out, they exchanged a knowing smile, and then the vice president took my hand and got into a Mercedes. The vice president had his driver take 108 and his associates out for a late-night snack, and personally drove me home. On the way, he said he had unfortunately encountered a prostitution raid and had been frightened, and that he would take me to Hainan next time to make up for the fright.

I got off the car at an intersection a block away from my home. I didn't want him to know where I lived. Before I got out, he handed me a pretty little bag. I watched his car disappear around the corner before turning to go home.

It was 5 a.m. when I got home, and the sky was already starting to lighten. I often came home close to dawn, so my parents weren't surprised. They'd already lost faith in me anyway, and just wanted me to find a good husband. If they knew I'd lost my virginity at home with my boyfriend when I was 17, and that I was now working as a prostitute, I'm sure they'd beat me to death without hesitation.

I quietly went back to my room, gently closed the door, and turned on the lamp. I found that the vice president had given me a very pretty snakeskin handbag with a gold decorative clasp, elegant and luxurious, which I couldn't resist.

Opening the bag, I found a full 3,000 yuan in crisp new bills and the business card I'd just seen. Looking at the banknotes scattered on the bed, I couldn't believe it was real. My despair had vanished, and my luck had turned around. Not only had I avoided jail, but I'd also acquired so much wealth. It felt like a dream.

I decided to use the money to buy myself a dress I'd been wanting for so long, and then buy my nemesis a pair of nice shoes—as compensation for being cuckolded.

With these hopes, I packed up the money and bag and drifted off to sleep.

The next day at noon, I finally woke up. My parents were at work, and I was alone. As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I slowly recalled what had happened the day before. Just one argument had led to so much trouble. I'd not only worked as a prostitute, but I'd also learned oral sex and made a deal with the police using my body.

If I hadn't been arrested, would I have enjoyed working as a prostitute? I couldn't answer that. But thankfully, the arrest had left me shaken, and I resolved to be a better person from now on, to make amends for my guilt towards my nemesis, and never work as a prostitute again.

Having figured all this out, I returned to my old life.

I've always looked down on girls who work as prostitutes, but little did I know I'd become one myself.

That day I was in a bad mood, having just argued with my boyfriend. Wearing a very sexy nightgown, I ran out into the street. Hiding in the shadows of a small shop, I wondered if that jerk would come looking for me. Five minutes passed, and he still hadn't appeared. Sulking, I started wandering the street.

Then I noticed men leering at me. It dawned on me that this was the city's infamous prostitute street, with groups of young women dressed as provocatively as I was. I decided to stand in the shadows of a streetlamp and see just how attractive I really was. Sure enough, when I stopped, the men around me, with their ulterior motives, stared at me brazenly, treating me like merchandise for sale.

I just turned 18 two days ago. Over a year of sexual activity has made my figure incredibly sexy and alluring. My friends say I look like Zhou Xun, but with a much better figure. I even considered going to film school, but my grades were too bad, so I never even considered it.

I've made up my mind to sell myself and teach that bastard a lesson. I quickly negotiated prices with seven or eight good-looking men. I set a bottom line of 800, because I knew the going rate here was 300-400. I was confident I was much prettier than those prostitutes, and this was the first time I didn't want to sell myself cheaply. I asked for 1000, but those guys didn't know their value and actually tried to bargain down to 200. I was too lazy to argue, and besides, it was only 10:30 pm. I wanted to find a handsome man.

Just then, a middle-aged man who had been watching me for a while came over. He immediately agreed to my asking price and told me to come with him right away. He wasn't my ideal customer, but I was in a bind, and he'd promised me 1000 yuan. I looked around, hoping to spot the bastard, but I didn't. Just then, the man hailed a taxi and pulled up beside me. He didn't seem like a bad guy, so I steeled myself and got in.

He was relatively well-behaved in the car, only putting his arm around my waist; he didn't make any other moves, which made me like him more. We got out of the taxi at a decent-looking hotel. At first, I was worried the hotel security might ask what we were doing there, but they just glanced at me a few times and let us into the lobby as if it were nothing unusual. I'd booked rooms with the bastard before, but this was my first time with a stranger. Luckily, the receptionist quickly processed the check-in, and I practically fled with him to the elevator. The hotel was three-star, and the room was quite nice. Hearing the door close softly and lock, I knew there was no turning back now.

He asked me to shower with him, but I refused and told him to go first. He didn't say much, just put one arm around me and roughly squeezed my breasts a few times before going into the bathroom. He didn't close the door while showering, probably afraid I'd sneak away. I leaned against the headboard watching TV to hide my unease.

When he came out, he only had a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly showing his small mound. He pressed me down on the bed and roughly fondled my body, then took off my pajamas. I quickly said I hadn't showered yet, and ran into the bathroom in just my underwear. It was probably the longest shower I'd ever taken. I couldn't face what was about to happen. Before tonight, I'd never imagined I'd have sex with a stranger and sell my body. Oh God, I'd really become the prostitute I used to despise!

Finally, after countless urgings from the man, I came out of the bathroom. He was obviously impatient. He carried me naked from the bathroom door to the bed, hastily removing my towel and underwear, spreading my arms and legs wide, and then entered me hard.

This was my first time experiencing sex without foreplay or caresses. Luckily, my vagina is quite wet, so he only needed a few thrusts to insert his entire penis all the way in.

I had never seen his penis before, but I could clearly feel that it was thicker and longer than my husband's. When it was fully inserted, it even reached the entrance of my vagina. Even without caresses, I quickly reached orgasm, and I couldn't help but moan. Influenced by me, he became even stronger. Before the previous orgasm had subsided, he brought me to an even higher peak.

After six or seven orgasms, I felt his speed slow down, but his strength became even more profound, and each time he reached deep into my uterus. Suddenly, just as my orgasm subsided slightly, a hot torrent shot into my vagina, splashing inside me. With a few intermittent ejaculations, he finally lay still on top of me.

I held him tightly, hoping that his penis would stay inside me a little longer to enjoy that full and satisfying feeling, but like my husband, he quickly went limp and withdrew from my body.

We were both exhausted. His arm around me was noticeably weaker than before. I suddenly remembered I hadn't taken my medication, so I quickly got up to urinate, hoping to expel his semen. After urinating, I turned on the water to wash my vagina.

When I returned to bed, I could see he wasn't as tired as before. I nestled in his arms like a little bird, my mood completely back to normal.

His hands roamed gently over my body, his tongue occasionally dancing on my nipples. I gently closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and curled my legs around his waist, my body trembling slightly with his caresses. Suddenly, his tongue left my nipples and moved to my lower abdomen, kissing around my navel for a moment before parting my legs and beginning to suckle my vulva.

Waves of tingling, pleasurable pleasure surged from my clitoris to my brain, and I trembled uncontrollably, stroking my breasts to balance the stimulation in my lower body. My nemesis had never performed oral sex on me before; I had never experienced the wonderful feeling of a man's tongue sucking my vulva. As his tongue penetrated deeper, the pleasure in my body was like a small boat in a typhoon, constantly being tossed to the crest of a high wave, only to surge to another peak before settling down…

He turned around and straddled my head, pulling my legs up and burying his head between my thighs. This position made his tongue even more agile and the stimulation even more intense.

His penis had swelled again, hard and slapping against my face. He freed one hand, grabbed the hard shaft, and put it in my mouth. Stimulated by his licking and nibbling at my clitoris, I could

n't help but open my mouth and take his hard shaft in. It was the first time I had ever taken a man's penis in my mouth. Before, when that bastard wanted to do it, I had always refused. I couldn't accept the idea of putting a man's filthy urine in my mouth. But this unexpected experience of being licked and nibbled at by a man made me accept this way of making love, and it gave me a pleasure I had never experienced before.

His hot, thick penis filled my mouth. I stroked it up and down, licking the tip with my tongue. Gradually, the frequency of his thrusts in my mouth increased, penetrating deeper and deeper into my tongue. Suddenly, I felt the urge to vomit. I turned my head, trying to fling his penis out of my mouth, but by then, he couldn't stop. The thrusts became faster and deeper. I soon couldn't breathe and desperately tried to push him away. Finally, his penis pierced my throat. My chest heaved uncontrollably. At that moment, a thick, salty, hot stream shot from his penis into my throat. I involuntarily swallowed this and the subsequent ejaculation.

His penis went limp in my mouth after ejaculating and I easily spat it out. As I breathed in fresh air, I realized that I had given oral sex to a man for the first time in my life and swallowed his semen.

My God, what's wrong with me today? From an argument to becoming a prostitute, then having sex with a stranger (my second man in my life), and now experiencing oral sex for the first time and giving oral sex to another man, swallowing a man's semen for the first time. Perhaps there was a primal carnal urge within me, and the argument was merely a trigger that unleashed another self I was completely unaware of. Once it crossed the boundaries of morality and responsibility, it became uncontrollable, leading me either to heaven or hell!

I rinsed my mouth, lay in the bathtub, and slowly washed away the mixture of our bodily fluids, reflecting on my actions that day. The middle-aged man also entered the bathroom, and it was then that I saw his body clearly for the first time. He looked to be about 40 years old, with a well-maintained, very fair complexion. His hair was a bit messy, but the hairstyle was clearly the work of a professional. His belly had inevitably grown, but it hadn't yet become an unsightly pregnant belly. His penis had shrunk into a fluffy little black rabbit.

He squeezed into the single bathtub with me, and I could only sit on his lap, my buttocks pressing directly against his penis. He hugged me, massaging my breasts while kissing my neck, and I reached behind my head to wrap my arms around his head. "

Miss, are you a woman of high sex drive?" he asked in my ear.

"Anyway, I'm not in a hurry," I replied playfully, mimicking the deadbeat's dirty joke.

He laughed and hugged me tighter. "

Is this your first time out here?" he suddenly said, staring into my eyes.

I was startled, a chill running down my spine. I sat up straight in his arms, feeling my face begin to burn.

Satisfied with my reaction, he pulled me closer and kissed my breasts. Under his caresses, I calmed down. "

How did you know?" I asked him softly.

"Haha!" he laughed. "I could tell when you were standing on the street. Even though you were wearing pajamas, you weren't wearing makeup. Real prostitutes always wear makeup; you're obviously a prostitute!"

I realized he was right. I had originally planned to go to bed with that jerk after showering, but I forgot what we were arguing about and ran out. I really wasn't wearing makeup. "

I hate it when you call me a prostitute!" I pinched his thigh.

"Ouch, sorry!" he apologized, kissing my breasts and lips heavily. "

That's all?" I asked suspiciously. "

Of course not. You asked for 1000 and didn't haggle with anyone, which means you were hesitating about whether to do it or not."

He kissed my eyes again and continued, "The thread was done, but you obviously don't lack money and aren't in a hurry to sell yourself, so why is that?" He turned to ask me.

I looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to have observed my thoughts so accurately. "

Why?" He asked again, pleased with my expression.

I turned around, sat on his lap, and punched his chest with my hands: "You're so bad! I just wanted to find a handsome guy! I didn't want to sell myself at all!" My face flushed again, and I buried my head in his chest. "

How did you agree to it later?" he asked with interest.

"You're so naughty! You agreed to 1000 right away and didn't bargain, so I couldn't go back on my word! But I thought you seemed like a good person, that's why I came with you." "

Oh dear! I remembered an important question: Oh no, oh no, what if I get pregnant? What if my friends find out!"

Hahaha! He suddenly laughed, and I sat up angrily.

He hugged me tightly again, kissed me deeply, and then said, "Of course not, I had a tubal ligation a long time ago." "And I checked your clothes while you were showering. There were no condoms hidden, which further proves my judgment!"

"What judgment?" I asked, relaxing.

"You're a decent young woman! And this is your first time soliciting on the street!" he said with a smug smile. "

Pull your head! I only went out on the street because I was angry!" Looking at his smug smile, I suddenly felt guilty. Although I wasn't a virgin anymore, and my first time was with that damned boyfriend, having sex with another man behind his back... I felt guilty towards him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He realized his words had hurt my pride and quickly apologized.

Then, he hugged me tightly again, his tongue roaming over my body, licking me until I felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Women are truly strange creatures; even the strongest will succumbs to physical desire. The guilt I felt earlier began to dissipate, and I once again plunged into the sea of lust. This time, we collapsed onto the bed without even drying ourselves. Having learned from our previous experiences, we were familiar with each other's bodies and our coordination was excellent.

I gradually began to enjoy the thrill of sex, and the comfortable Simmons mattress in the hotel room gave me a feeling far superior to what my ex had given me. Was I about to embark on a life as a prostitute? I dared not draw a conclusion.

We made love wildly, rolling from the bed to the carpet, changing positions from him on top to me, trying many different positions, some of which were new to me. I was amazed by his variety and stamina…

Suddenly, several blinding flashlight beams shone on us. In the midst of our ecstatic climax, police officers rushed into the room for a night check.

My mind went blank. When the room lights came on, I was still naked. The middle-aged man dressed and left the room with a police officer. I snapped out of my daze, grabbed a sheet to cover myself, and tears soaked the sheet.

The police officers searched the room, carefully examining my pajamas and underwear, and repeatedly checking my bra. I lowered my head in shame, filled with despair. I had never been arrested by the police before; how could I face anyone after this? That bastard would definitely not want me anymore. Now I truly felt my love for him, and I couldn't imagine how I would live without him. How could I face my teachers, classmates, relatives, and friends?

At this point, only two officers remained in the room. The officer who had looked at my bra handed me my clothes and told me to put them on, then ordered me to kneel on the floor and wait for further processing. Then, I heard doors opening and closing in the hallway, people being brought out of rooms for questioning, and girls being led away, their cries echoing.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and the officers who had left earlier, along with the middle-aged man, returned. The officer whispered something to the two officers inside and then walked up to me. He kindly told me to sit up, then handed me a piece of paper and told me to write down my name, address, and other personal information. He warned me not to lie, or he would parade me through the streets until someone recognized me. Of course, I didn't want to be paraded, so I honestly wrote down my name and address.

The later officer handed the paper to the middle-aged man, who glanced at it, took out a lighter, burned the paper, and then left the room with the two officers who had checked the room and my clothes. Only the later officer and I remained in the room. I didn't know what he was going to do with me, and I begged him not to tell my family, saying I would do anything.

The officer looked at me strangely, got up, locked the door, and quickly stripped naked from the waist down, ordering me to lie on the bed. I obediently lay down, and he sat beside me, lifted my nightgown, skillfully removed my underwear, rolled it up, and wiped my genitals clean. I knew what he was going to do, but now I was at his mercy, and I hoped he would try to exonerate me because of this.

I deliberately parted my legs, exposing my glistening pubic hair-covered vulva to him. His breathing quickened, and he rolled over, kneeling between my thighs. He cupped his hard, red penis in his hand, circling it a few times at the entrance of my vagina, wetting the head. Then he knelt up, straddling me, his buttocks raised, and thrust forcefully into my clitoris. His penis wasn't as thick as a middle-aged man's, but it was long, each thrust reaching deep to the cervix. I could clearly feel two pieces of flesh inside me enveloping his penis with each thrust, like oral sex.

His thrusting was rapid, and I almost immediately felt an orgasm. His speed was so fast that I couldn't even scream; only heavy breathing remained, until I couldn't even breathe properly anymore. Suddenly, his body shuddered, and at the same time, a stream of hot semen shot into my vagina. My vagina absorbed all of his semen as if drinking water, writhing until his penis went limp.

Perhaps fearing discovery, he ejaculated in just two minutes on me. Those were unforgettable two minutes. First, it was the fastest thrusting and deepest penetration I'd ever experienced. Second, the image of the police officer I'd held in high regard since childhood was shattered. And third, I discovered I could actually use my body for a transaction—was this my misfortune or my good fortune?

After we got dressed, he gave me a business card to memorize. It had a man's name, job title, address, and phone number on it. It turned out the middle-aged man was the vice president of a well-known listed company in the city. I quickly memorized it and recited it to him. After several repetitions without error, he instructed me on a few more things. He wanted me to pretend to be the middle-aged man's mistress so no one would be arrested as a prostitute. Of course, I agreed. As he led me out of the room, I secretly memorized his badge number: xxxxxx108.

Sure enough, when I was taken to the police station, I quickly got released following the answers he'd given me. The vice president was also waiting for me. When 108 led me out, they exchanged a knowing smile, and then the vice president took my hand and got into a Mercedes. The vice president had the driver take 108 and the others out for a late-night snack, and personally drove me home. On the way, he said he had unfortunately run into a prostitution raid and had given me a fright, and that he would take me to Hainan next time to make up for the scare.

I got out of the car at an intersection a block away from my home. I didn't want him to know where I lived. Before I got out, he handed me a pretty little bag. I watched his car disappear around the corner before turning around and going home.

It was already 5 a.m. when I got home, and the sky was beginning to lighten. I sometimes came home close to dawn, so my parents weren't surprised. Anyway, they had lost faith in me as their daughter and just hoped I would find a good husband. If they knew that I had lost my virginity to my boyfriend at home when I was 17, and that I was now working as a prostitute, I believe they would beat me to death without hesitation.

I quietly returned to my room, gently closed the door, and turned on the bedside lamp. I found that the vice president had given me a very beautiful snakeskin handbag with golden decorative buckles, elegant and luxurious, which I couldn't resist.

Opening the bag, I found a full 3000 yuan in crisp new bills and the business card I had just seen. Looking at the money scattered on the bed, I couldn't believe it was real. My previously despairing life had taken a dramatic turn for the better; not only had I avoided jail, but I had also received so much wealth. It felt like a dream.

I decided to use the money to buy myself a dress I'd been wanting for a long time, and then buy that bastard a pair of nice leather shoes, as compensation for his infidelity.

With these beautiful wishes, I packed up the money and bag and drifted off to sleep.

The next day at noon, I finally woke up. My parents had gone to work, and I was alone at home. As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I slowly recalled what had happened the day before. Just one argument had led to so much trouble. I had not only worked as a prostitute, but also learned how to perform oral sex, and even made a deal with the police using my body.

If I hadn't been caught, I don't know if I would have enjoyed being a prostitute. Fortunately, the arrest left me shaken and determined to be a good person from now on, to make amends for my guilt towards the deceased, and to never be a prostitute again.

Having figured all this out, I returned to my old life.

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