Even after getting married, I still have to work as a prostitute. It's so comfortable, and I even make money!

I married my current husband in 2001. Before 2000, I was a prostitute

. Everyone knows what a prostitute is, right? Of course, my husband couldn't know this! I'm not uneducated; I have some education—a high school graduate. Actually, I had been accepted into a university, but my family was too poor to afford it, so I had to work. Although there were government scholarships, there were far too few places—only 100 places for an entire province. How could I possibly get one?

To cope with the situation, I used the money I had saved from my time as a prostitute to buy a diploma from a little-known university. Although my husband is a graduate of a legitimate university, in my eyes he was just a bookworm! So easy to fool!

My husband has one good point: he didn't mind that I was poor. He once told me that as long as I was a good person, honest, and filial to my parents, that was enough.

Having been through so much in the sex industry, this was a piece of cake for me. I tried my best to act like a lady, and after a few rounds, I had this college graduate completely bewildered.

You could say my husband was a complete swindle.

Our wedding day was truly glamorous!

Several luxury cars, a fancy restaurant, and many people came to congratulate us. Unfortunately, none of them were my relatives or friends; I didn't dare invite them.

On our wedding night, I tried my best to act like a naive young girl, moaning and groaning under my husband's small penis, making him feel like he had conquered the world! Lying in his arms, I thought: If only I were a college graduate, if only I were a proper lady… Life after marriage was initially peaceful. Although I didn't work, my husband didn't mind; he earned 4000 yuan a month, enough to support me. But I failed to seize the opportunity and ruined my bright future.

First time: I stayed home for a month. Although I had enough to eat and wear and even money to spend, I was incredibly annoyed!

I didn't dare invite my old friends, and I especially didn't dare invite my old girlfriends.

Every time we made love, it wasn't satisfying! I was going crazy!

I'm getting fed up with this guy! All he does is go to work! And when he comes home, he acts like a king! There was practically no foreplay during sex; he just went straight in with his erect penis. Even back in the day, when clients of prostitutes used to have some fancy moves, this guy didn't even know that! I tried to subtly guide him, but he was like a block of wood, completely clueless, just making mumbled "oh," "um," and "ah" sounds. He was a complete idiot!

Six months later, I couldn't hold back any longer and finally called one of my old clients from prostitutes… "Hello? Is this Mr. Chen? It's Pingping. Do you remember me?" I asked in a coquettish voice.

A familiar Cantonese accent came from the other end of the phone: "Pingping? Oh! Pingping! I've been looking for you everywhere! Where the hell have you been?! I went to the bar where you used to work as a hostess and they said you've reformed! You're married! I almost died laughing!"

Hearing this, I got angry: "Bullshit! Am I not allowed to get married?! Forget it! Forget it! I was hoping to rekindle our old flame today! I'm angry! Forget it!" With that, I was about to hang up.

A man's anxious voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Hey! No! Pingping, I was just kidding! Don't hang up!"

Actually, I was just teasing this old man from Guangdong, so I quickly switched back: "Old Chen, haven't you worn any other shoes in the past six months? You're kidding me!"

Mr. Chen said, "You wouldn't believe me if I hadn't worn other shoes, I've worn several pairs! They're either too big or too small! I miss you! These shoes are still the perfect fit for my feet! Pingping, where are you now? I'll drive over and pick you up right away."

Mr. Chen and I agreed to meet at the entrance of the Asahi Dance Hall. When I arrived, Mr. Chen was pacing anxiously outside the car. As soon as he saw me, he was like seeing his mother, running over and hugging me, ready to do it right there in the middle of the street!

I pushed him away and said, "Are you kidding me?! Get in the car first!" Mr. Chen was telling me about all the new things they'd added to the place, and how the girls at some other place had changed—basically, things within the entertainment circle. He drove the car to the underground parking lot of the New Moon Hotel.

Back in the day, Mr. Chen and I often came here to book rooms. The environment was nice, and the staff were well-behaved. I was in a good mood revisiting this place today. Mr. Chen put his chubby arm around me and said, "Pingping, I missed you so much! If you weren't having fun anymore,

I'd want to cut off my own penis!" I turned to look at him and said with a cold laugh, "Come on! You'd cut off your penis? If you did, I'd plug my ass and never poop again!"

Mr. Chen chuckled, "Pingping, why are you so angry? I was just joking. Actually, let's not talk about who's who. We're all just out having fun. If your husband had a big penis and made you look like a slut all the time, you wouldn't be calling me, would you?"

"Oh! You really guessed right? Old Chen, I didn't come here to have fun with you today. I just wanted to chat with you, nothing else." I deliberately teased him.

Sure enough, Old Chen got a little anxious: "Pingping, please don't do this, okay? I haven't been with a woman for days, and my dick gets itchy every night! Please, sweetheart."

I chuckled.

In a regular room at the New Moon Hotel, the curtains were drawn even in broad daylight. I sat on the bed, and Old Chen stood on the floor. I tried my best to suck and play with Old Chen's large penis. Generally speaking, southerners' penises are relatively small, but Old Chen was an exception; his penis was huge and thick, many times larger than my husband's tiny peanut!

Old Chen, with his eyes half-closed, pressed my head down and whispered, "Ping... oh... your job is still the best... ah... the other day I found a new girl, only 16 years old... I was hoping to play with a fresh and tender one... but that girl's job was too rough... she sucked for more than half an hour... oh... my dick just wouldn't get hard!!... She wasn't tired, but I was!... oh!..."

Mr. Chen took his penis out of my mouth, stroked it thoroughly with his hand, then stood with one foot on the ground and the other straddled the bed, pointing to his buttocks and saying, "Come on! Add a pound!"

I looked up at him and said, "Mr. Chen, is it the original price?"

Old Chen was obviously anxious: "You old bitch! Stop talking nonsense! I guarantee I'll give you the full amount! I'm burning up here!" After saying that, he pointed to his buttocks: "Hurry up! Add a pound! Add a pound!"

I got off the bed, knelt between Mr. Chen's straddled legs, and spread his fleshy buttocks apart with my hands, revealing a smelly and black anus. I spat on his anus first, then stuck out my tongue and started licking it.

Mr. Chen wiggled his hips comfortably while vigorously stroking his large penis, groaning, "Oh! That's really good!... Ah!!... So good!... Pingping!... This is your specialty!... Oh!... So good!..."

For ordinary customers, the masseuse usually only worked around the anus, rarely sticking her tongue inside. But Mr. Chen was a regular, and we all knew each other well. I'd always licked inside his anus before when I added weight for him, and this time was no exception. I simply covered Mr. Chen's anus with my mouth and licked hard, pushing my tongue in forcefully.

Mr. Chen cried out "Oh!" "Oh!" as he vigorously stroked his large penis, which suddenly became very thick! Old Chen quickly put his legs off the bed, then grabbed my hair with one hand, tilted my face up, and thrust his big cock head straight at my mouth, stroking it hard twice. "Oh!!" he yelled, and "Sizzle!" "Sizzle!" he ejaculated thick semen. I opened my mouth as wide as possible to catch it and swallowed it down mouthful by mouthful.

When visiting prostitutes, it's rare for men to ejaculate inside the condom; almost always, it's ejaculated into the prostitute's mouth, and the man has to watch her swallow it—it's become a custom.

Old Chen watched me swallow his semen, let out a long, satisfied sigh, and said, "Come on, let's wash up."

Mr. Chen and I washed ourselves thoroughly and then went back to bed. Old Chen hugged me, first saying some lewd things—things like penis, asshole, and slut—then he started fiddling with my genitals and sucking on my nipples.

Old Chen never kissed me because he thought my mouth was too dirty, even though I'd rinsed it several times since gaining weight.

After a while, Old Chen spread his legs, and I knelt between them and started sucking on his penis. Although Old Chen had just ejaculated, his penis immediately "stood up" under my careful sucking. I diligently nodded up and down, sucking with my mouth. Old Chen wasn't satisfied yet, so he lifted his buttocks and gently thrust in and out. The room was filled with the sounds of me sucking his big penis: "Hiss!" "No!"... Old Chen's penis was so good. After sucking for a while, the precum inside his penis gushed out, mixed with my saliva, making the whole penis slippery in no time. Old Chen talked to me while he was sucking: "Oh!... Ping... Pingping's skills are so good!... Oh!... Oh!..."

After I had sucked him enough, Mr. Chen turned over, mounted me, and thrust his big penis into my wetness. Wow! So full! Much fuller than my husband's little peanut! I cried out joyfully, my body contorted with ecstasy: "Oh!...Darling husband!...Oh! Good husband!...Ah!...Ah!...So good!...It feels so good!"

Mr. Chen, energized by my cries, also roused himself, thrusting vigorously while panting, "Oh!...Good...Good baby!...Still so wanton!...Ah!...Really...Oh!"

Mr. Chen straddled me, grabbing my breasts and kneading them hard. After a while, Mr. Chen put me in a position of "indirect stimulation," manipulating me from behind, his thick penis scraping against my vagina, giving me incredible pleasure!

Mr. Chen said to me, "Pingping, your vagina is still so tight!"

I turned around and said, "My deadbeat husband of mine doesn't know how to enjoy women at all. His penis is so thin, like a peanut. I don't feel anything at all. He comes in after only a couple of strokes! It's so annoying!"

Mr. Chen laughed and said, "Is he even a man? He's just wasting resources! But it's good this way, he's got it all for me, haha!"

I spat at him and said, "Pah! Go ahead and fuck me!" Mr. Chen started thrusting again.

After a while, Mr. Chen happily pulled his penis out and thrust it hard into my anus, which startled me. I turned around and said, "You rascal! You still haven't changed this habit?! It's always the same!"

Mr. Chen chuckled foolishly and said, "Hehe, what can I do? I'm watching your asshole wiggle back and forth, it's driving me crazy! I can't resist fucking it!"

I said, "Go ahead and fuck it! If you keep doing this, you'll get AIDS soon! You'll die!"

Mr. Chen laughed and said, "Don't think I don't use a condom when I fuck assholes, I've heard that if you fuck every prostitute's asshole, you're more likely to get that disease. If you only stick to one, you're guaranteed not to get it!"

I sneered and said, "You think you're so well-behaved? You haven't fucked any other prostitute's asshole in the past six months? You're kidding me!"

Mr. Chen seemed a little anxious and hurriedly said, "Pingping, I swear! I really haven't fucked any other assholes. Those prostitutes are so nagging and won't let me fuck them. I

still prefer yours!" I ignored him and continued playing with him.

His thick cock was thrusting wildly into my little asshole, making "plop!" "plop!" sounds that felt so good. Mr. Chen's glans was huge; when I tried to pull it out, I couldn't get it out completely, so I had to pull it out halfway before inserting it again. The head of his big cock scraped against the tender flesh of my asshole, making me feel incredibly good.

Actually, what kind of pleasure can a woman get from being fucked in the asshole? It's like taking a dump and then sitting back down. This kind of play is just for men's amusement. Watching the woman under him suck his big cock with her asshole, the discomfort is unbearable. The asshole is definitely tighter, and a man's cock can feel a tighter squeeze.

Sure enough, Mr. Chen only thrust a few dozen times before panting, which was a sign of impending ejaculation. I quickly pulled my asshole in as much as I could, and Mr. Chen just let out two dry "oh!" "oh!" sounds before he came, his big cock spitting all its contents into my asshole.

After Mr. Chen pulled his penis out, I plugged my anus with two fingers and said, "You rascal! Why did you ejaculate inside?!"

Mr. Chen laughed comfortably and said, "I didn't have time."

I swayed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

It was already evening when Mr. Chen took me home. I went straight to bed when I got home, and I didn't even know my husband came home.

The second time I had sex with Mr. Chen, he gave me 200 yuan, which I kept.

Life went on like usual, without any fun. I was depressed all day, and when I was really desperate, I would masturbate. But masturbation couldn't solve the problem. I had no choice but to call Mr. Chen again.

Mr. Chen was happy to go out with me again, and we both had a good time. Mr. Chen gave me 200 yuan. With the experience of the first two times, it became more frequent, happening every few days. Mr. Chen was quite happy too, after all, it was less likely to cause trouble when he was with a woman he knew well.

My relationship with Mr. Chen lasted for half a year, and I don't know how many times it happened before something happened. At first, I felt an itch inside, which then spread to my anus. I knew something was wrong and immediately went to get tested. Sure enough, I had contracted an STD. Coincidentally, I had just had sex with my husband a few days prior, and he had also caught it!

My husband was furious and beat me severely! I never realized this bookish guy had such strength. My ribs were broken, and two teeth were knocked out. Under his violence, I told him everything about my past. My husband beat me like a madman, and I was terrified.

He made me kneel on the ground and recount my past experiences with clients, describing every trick in the book and every detail. At first, I refused to say anything, but he beat me relentlessly, even hitting me on the head with a glass ashtray, leaving a large gash. I was terrified and could only stammer as I recounted how the clients had treated me.

After I finished, I was shocked to find my husband's penis was erect! Sure enough, after quickly treating my wound, my husband dragged me into the bedroom and made me gain 3 pounds in one go! I licked his asshole over and over again until it lost its flavor!

My husband tied me to the headboard, spread my legs wide, and then mounted me again and again, ejaculating all his semen into my mouth, just like when I was a prostitute. He would rest when he got tired, and then continue when he woke up. I don't know how many times he fucked me, but he was different from before. Although it was still the same penis, it was terrifyingly hard! He could last for more than an hour on me at a time! Then he would turn me over, tie me up, and fuck my asshole while I was bent over, probably seven or eight times! Even prostitutes don't do this much! In short, I was completely dazed by him.

It was three days later when I came out of the bedroom. I hadn't had a bowel movement or urinated in those three days, and I hadn't eaten or drunk anything. I was completely exhausted.

My husband put the divorce papers in front of me, and I trembled as I pressed my fingerprint on them. Then my husband kicked me out, without a penny or a piece of clothing.

Finally, I went to my neighbor's house and called Old Chen. He came to pick me up. Seeing me like this, Old Chen got really angry! His eyes were red as he said, "You damn stinking scholar! You wait! I'll get someone to cripple him right now! Chop off his dick!"

I weakly said, "Forget it, forget it. Actually, thinking about it, I was the one who lied to him first. Maybe I'm just destined to be a prostitute!..."

More than half a year later, I was still entertaining guests at the nightclub every day, only occasionally thinking about the short marriage of those few months, and occasionally glancing at him when I happened to be passing by.

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