Springtime at the Hotel Next to the Train Station

Every time I arrive at the train station, I see groups of brightly dressed young women wandering around the square, occasionally stopping passersby to solicit business. "Sir, do you need a hotel?" "Sir, would you like to rest?"
If you answer, they'll pester you, saying things like, "Why don't you have some fun? It's no fun just with your wife, why not have some fun?" "There are plenty of pretty girls out there, you can have whatever you want, I guarantee you'll have a good time..." They're all prostitutes. If you agree, they'll take you to nearby small hotels, teahouses, pubs, or karaoke bars to "do business" (engage in prostitution).
Most of them are soliciting customers for these small hotels. These are mostly privately owned, with poor room conditions, relying mainly on prostitutes to attract business. These privately owned hotels are everywhere near the train station, especially along the streets, one after another, with several young and pretty girls sitting in front of each one, flirting and soliciting customers.
Especially as night falls and the city lights come on, prostitutes, dressed in revealing clothing, move among the karaoke bars, restaurants, and small hotels, mingling with all sorts of men seeking pleasure. Laughter, playful banter, and the sounds of debauchery blend together, creating a lively and bustling scene—a veritable thriving brothel. The Qingqing Hotel, located in a small alley near the train station, is relatively well-off. It's a three-story building; the first and second floors are brick-and-stone rooms, the main guest rooms.
The third floor contains some simpler rooms. Most rooms are single, with a few double rooms on the third floor, and two triple rooms on the first and second floors. The hotel owner, Sihai, is 38 years old and supposedly a local bigwig. He runs the hotel with his wife, who usually handles the daily operations. The proprietress is beautiful, 32 years old, and very talkative.
The doorman at night is a young man surnamed Sun, 26 years old. This place is usually home to four to eight prostitutes, from Northeast China, Henan, Gansu, Sichuan, and Hunan. Most of these women are between 20 and 30 years old, and all are quite beautiful (the proprietress won't let anyone who isn't pretty stay). They all come to the place on their own initiative. They usually stay in the worst rooms on the third floor, paying 30 yuan a day for each room. (The best single room here only costs 30 yuan.) My first stay at this hotel was by chance. It
was raining heavily that day, and I had just gotten off the train without any rain gear. It was already quite late. I was walking along the eaves of the houses along the street, trying to find the nearest bus station.
As I passed through a small alley, someone suddenly shielded me from the rain with an umbrella. I turned around and saw a young and beautiful girl. I was puzzled, but she smiled and asked if I needed a hotel. I looked her up and down; her clothes weren't cheap, and she didn't seem like a prostitute. I asked which hotel she worked at. She pointed casually into the alley and said, "That's the hotel." I followed her gaze and saw a lightbox advertisement for "Qingqing Hostel" hanging about 50 meters away.
I was indeed feeling a bit tired and it was quite late, so I thought I'd just stay for the night and asked her the price. She said, "Large single room 30, small single room 20." She then added, "Come and take a look. If you're satisfied, you can stay; if not, it's okay." I followed her into the alley and discovered that both sides were lined with small hotels.
Qingqing Hostel's storefront was the largest among them. Inside the entrance was a front courtyard with the duty room located there. Several banners, business licenses, and tax registration certificates hung high on the wall, and a plaque that particularly caught the eye read "Model Unit for Public Security Management." The
person on duty was a young man in his twenties who looked at my ID card and asked if I wanted a large or small single room. I said I wanted to see the room first. She then asked the girl who brought me there to show me the room. Through a passage next to the duty room, there was a three-story building. (It's actually two stories, with a large platform on top.)
The staircase is on the side of the building. The girl led me upstairs to a room inside. This room looked like a suite, but it was actually two single rooms. The inner one was larger, with a double bed, a table, a color TV, a sofa, and a clothes rack. The conditions were quite good, and it was very clean.
The outer one was much smaller, with a single bed, a table, and a black and white TV. It was also tidy, but it was too simple and too small, without even a stool. Without much discussion, I asked for the larger single room. The procedures were very formal. After registering and paying, the young man on duty gave me the room key and said to the girl who brought me, "Xiao Chen, get a basin and a kettle of hot water for the guest." I didn't wait for this girl surnamed Chen and went upstairs alone. Three of the rooms I passed were occupied. In the room opposite the stairs, two men and two women were playing poker.
One of the women was about 30 years old with a round, white, and plump face. The other looked only about 20 years old, with a small figure, small nose, and small face. Judging from their accents, both women were from Northeast China. The light was on and the door was open in room 212. It was a small single room, and a man in his thirties was watching TV. The door to room 208 was ajar, and a woman, dressed, was sleeping on the bed. She was facing the wall, so I couldn't see her face, but she looked to be in her twenties.
My room was 205, and the one next to it was 204, which was empty. I opened my room, put down my things, and turned on the TV. A little while later, Xiao Chen came in, carrying a kettle of boiling water and a basin. She smiled and said to me, "This is boiling water. This basin has been sterilized. Call me if you need anything. I live in 302." I was surprised and asked her, "Aren't you a waitress?" "I'm from Gansu," she said. She sat down next to me with great confidence and reached out to touch my thigh. I immediately understood, but I wasn't prepared at all and was very nervous. I asked her, "Is it safe here?"
She said, "With such heavy rain, no one is checking." As she spoke, she leaned into my arms, and her hand touched my penis and began to rub it. I had never experienced anything like this before, and my penis quickly became hard. I asked her, "What's your name?" "Just call me Chen Hong."
I then asked her, "How much for a quickie?" She smiled sweetly, "Then give me a bill." I joked, "50 a bill?"
She obviously knew I was joking, pouted, and pinched my penis hard, saying, "It'll cost 100 to get it in, everyone else gives me 200, you stingy guy." I flicked her nose with my finger and said, "If you satisfy me, 100 is 100." She immediately hugged me and kissed me, saying, "I'll go wash up and come right away."
Then she happily left the room. About 15 minutes later, she appeared at the door, dressed in a loose outfit, and seemed to have put on light makeup, making her look even more charming and radiant. She came in and immediately closed the door. I was lying on the bed watching TV when she smiled and pounced on me, hugging and kissing me as if I were her husband. She moved her body naturally, making all sorts of coquettish gestures.
This proactive and bold advance was indeed hard to resist. I stretched out my arms to embrace her and kiss her. After a while, I couldn't hold back anymore and reached into her clothes to touch her breasts. Her breasts didn't seem very big; they were small enough to be grasped in one hand. Then my hand slid down and reached into her crotch to touch her round little buttocks. She didn't resist at all and continued to hug me and kiss me.
I moved my hand forward and touched her vulva. She didn't have much hair, and her vulva was soft and tender. I rubbed her vulva with my fingers, and she immediately made a moaning sound while reaching down to my crotch and rubbing my penis through my pants. Actually, my penis was already hard and painfully swollen. It was very uncomfortable through my pants, so I gently said to her, "I don't like being touched through my pants like this; it's very uncomfortable."
She immediately got up and helped me unzip my pants, pulled them down, and used her delicate little hands to pull out my big penis. Without saying a word, she bent down, opened her little mouth, and took my penis into her mouth, licking it up and down. She didn't hold it tightly; she just gently sucked and moved it up and down. Her small mouth was warm and moist, and the back-and-forth sliding motion was similar to vaginal penetration. It was the first time a woman had used her mouth on me, and I felt incredibly excited. The sensation was indescribable; it was truly comfortable. I took the opportunity to lift her shirt, revealing a pair of small breasts that seemed underdeveloped, like a young girl's breasts, like two tender pears with very red nipples, as fresh and juicy as two ripe cherries.
She kept licking my penis for a while before getting up and saying she wanted to take off her shoes and get into bed. She got out of bed, took off her shoes, climbed back into bed, lay flat on her back, and started unzipping her pants, pulling them down to her calves, not completely off but exposing her entire lower body. Then she lifted her shirt up to her neck, still not off, revealing her tender little breasts. She lay flat on the bed, her entire body exposed, smiling as she looked at me. She gently patted her sparsely haired pubic area, indicating that I should lick her vulva. From her breasts to her genitals, her entire body was laid bare before my eyes.
She wasn't fat; her figure was graceful, her abdomen flat, her skin fair and tender, her breasts small, and her pubic hair sparse, clustered on her mons pubis. Her vulva was high; even lying flat, one could see a long slit. Her vulva wasn't very thick; her labia minora were quite long, sandwiched between her labia majora, forming three slits, making her look like an underage girl, very underdeveloped. I stroked her lower abdomen, moving down to her pubic hair and thighs. I gently parted her labia majora with my fingers to examine her vulva closely. She obediently raised her legs and reached out, shamelessly spreading her vulva open for me to see. Her delicate vulva was presented to me without reservation. Her labia majora were still thin and underdeveloped, while her labia minora were quite thick, so much so that the labia majora couldn't cover them, forming a thick strip of flesh.
I was excited and bent down to examine her vulva closely with my hands. This was the first woman's vulva I had ever seen besides my wife's, and the first time I had ever seen such a young girl's vulva. Her vulva wasn't dark in color, had few folds, was flat and taut, and was completely hairless, smooth and delicate. Her labia minora were thick and long, leading directly to her mons pubis, which was a light brown color.
Below, at the vaginal opening, it turned inside out, forming a small, moist spot, the inner walls of which were a fresh, pinkish color. I looked carefully again and again but found nothing suspicious or abnormal, and I didn't smell anything unusual. I got up and lay on her slender body, sticking out my tongue to lick her nipples. She tried to pull open her shirt so I could lick them, and after a few licks, she started moaning as if she was very excited. As I licked her, I asked her if she was sick. She smiled and shook her head, saying, "No, don't worry."
I licked her body down to her stomach and then her mons pubis. She lifted her legs again and spread her vulva open with her hands. I looked at her vulva carefully again, and it certainly didn't look like she was sick. I pressed myself against her, sticking out my tongue to gently lick her. There was no strange taste, so I began to lick more boldly. I pressed the tip of my tongue against her clitoris and licked it forcefully. She immediately became excited, her body twisting and turning, breathing rapidly, and moaning loudly. I licked upwards from her vulva, one lick after another. With each lick, her buttocks lifted and her back arched, her legs kicking backwards. I didn't know if she was too excited or couldn't take it anymore.
I stopped and asked her if she liked it. She eagerly said, "So comfortable... I... I like it... I like it." I lowered my head and continued licking her. She tried to spread her vulva open with her hands to cooperate.
I licked from her vaginal opening to her labia minora, and then along her labia minora to her clitoris.
Every time I licked her clitoris, I licked it forcefully and quickly several times. She opened her mouth wide in excitement, panting heavily, her body arching backwards. I had to hold her legs tightly with both hands to prevent her from slipping off the bed. So, half of her body was already dangling over the edge of the bed. Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. Suddenly, she got up and pushed me back onto the bed. She flipped herself over onto me and eagerly grabbed my penis, sucking on it rapidly again.
Her vagina was right in front of my face. Just as I was about to lick her again, she saw my penis was erect and impatiently flipped herself over onto me. She spread her legs wide with one hand and, with the other, grabbed my penis and shoved it inside, pressing her body down with each thrust. Since she hadn't taken off her pants, she could only straddle me with her legs half-spread, like she was urinating. I watched as my penis slid deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust. I felt it wasn't going in very deep; her vaginal fluids weren't plentiful, and her opening wasn't very moist, just a slightly slippery feeling. When I couldn't go any deeper, she lay on top of me, thrusting herself in and out. In this position, I didn't use much force, but the shallow penetration wasn't stimulating enough. Her vagina was warm and fleshy; I felt my penis was indeed inside, but there wasn't a tight grip, only a unique squeezing sensation.
She vigorously thrust up and down, her movements becoming faster and faster. Soon I started to feel excited, and I began to feel the rising sensation of ejaculation; I couldn't take it anymore. To prevent it from ending too soon, I broke free from her and rolled over. As I watched my penis slide out of her vagina, which wasn't too wet, I pushed her back onto the bed. She understood and knew I was going to change positions, so she immediately lay flat on the bed obediently.

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