A thrilling experience of soliciting prostitution

This time, I came specifically for a full oral sex experience. After showering, I entered the massage room, and the manager, a middle-aged man whose looks had faded somewhat, quickly arrived and asked my requirements. I panicked and stammered that I wanted someone skilled. Soon after, a voluptuous, glamorous woman appeared, with big, seductive eyes and an unfriendly expression. Worried she might make me impotent, I said apologetically, "This girl is too fierce, I'm scared." Surprisingly, my
request as a customer was very respected. They replaced me with a younger, fair-skinned girl with a baby fat, wearing a tight t-shirt and a miniskirt. Her figure and looks were alright, voluptuous. She seemed even more shy than me. That's right, this is the type I'm looking for. To be honest, I lack the mental and physical strength for a strong performance!
I lost one "physical battle" with the "fierce" girl—I became impotent. No matter what I tried, I couldn't penetrate her, and I ended up just using my hand from the outside.
She asked me what I wanted to do with her, and I politely replied while sitting on the massage bed, "Would you give me a blowjob?" (What kind of customer is so polite!). Under the light, I couldn't see her reaction or expression, but she said "Sure," in a high-pitched, soft voice. I went further, "I want to blow you until you ejaculate." She paused, "I don't know if you're good enough, I'm afraid I can't blow you until you ejaculate." Wow, so they'd met experts who could blow you a hundred times without you ejaculating! I laughed, "Haha, I don't have that skill. I haven't been with a girl in a long time. I want comfort, not time. I won't make you suffer." She laughed shyly too; it seemed she was still young and hadn't learned much about the world of prostitution, her speech still a bit childish. "Then, take off your clothes, let me massage your back first." I left my underwear on and lay on the massage bed for her to massage my back. I asked, "Can I touch your legs?" (Sigh, living abroad for a long time has picked up this habit—politeness.) "Hmm, sure, you're very polite. You must have read a lot of books." Her voice started to relax; she probably wasn't too worried that I was a rough guy. Her thighs were smooth; I guess they were small. I was also very polite, only touching her thighs, not her crotch. She didn't talk much.
After 20 minutes, she told me to turn over, and her movements started towards my penis. "Can I start now?" she whispered in my ear. "Hmm," I touched her round buttocks. She started to help me take off my underwear; to be honest, my penis wasn't erect yet. I suddenly remembered something and asked, "Can I not wear a condom?"
—"Sure!" I was overjoyed. You know, who abroad doesn't use condoms? Would you enjoy blowjobs with a condom on?
She gently pulled down my pants, dimmed the already dim light, and called the front desk to order two glasses of water, one hot and one cold. I thought she was going to use them to rinse her mouth.
The water came, and I lay naked, watching her open the door and take the water. Everything seemed so normal and orderly.
I gently asked her, "Can I ejaculate in your mouth?" In the dim light, she nodded, "Mmm." I almost fainted from joy, wanting to get up and hug her, saying, "I love you, thank you..." She began to gently rub my not-so-soft penis within a few centimeters. I touched her buttocks again, "Can you take off your clothes?" This time, I heard a very soft voice, "Blowjob 200, top +50, all off +100, full service 350." Apparently, there's a manual; I guess "full service" means including penetration. I tugged at her shirt and said, "I want to touch yours." She actually turned around and took off her shirt, which made me even more excited.
Surprisingly, she also pulled down her skirt, leaving only a small piece of black high-cut panty tightly covering her bulge.
Her hands began to play with my penis, one hand circling the glans, the other touching my nipples. I covered my head with my hands, using a pillow to watch the whole thing. I laughed and said, "Why are you playing with my breasts too?" She chuckled and said shyly, "I don't like playing with yours," while her right hand... My penis twitched. This time, it reacted, becoming engorged. I started getting handsy too. I reached out my right hand, just enough to touch her left breast—the kind that's young and firm, with a small but quick-reacting nipple, and her skin was very smooth—Southern girls' skin and breast size are far inferior to those of Northern girls. She bent down slightly, allowing me to touch her other breast—good job, her professionalism is something to learn from abroad! Out of respect, I only briefly covered her bulging genitals.
The climax began...
She removed my right hand from her breast, and... She put her hand back behind my head, allowing me to continue watching while holding my head.
She stood next to my right knee, gently spreading my legs about 30 degrees, which felt amazing; this was something we usually did. She leaned down, one hand supporting my now-soft penis, the other continuing to slide along the inside of my thigh, tracing the head of my penis around her face, which made me both excited and nervous.
Looking at her breasts (which appeared larger and more attractive due to her bent-over posture), I couldn't help but use my knee—the part closest to her breasts—to tease her two hanging nipples.
She reached for the paper. She gently wiped my glans twice with a towel. Then she took the cup of hot water, took a sip, lowered her head, and suddenly took my glans into her mouth, past the coronal sulcus. I was completely unprepared; so that's how the two cups of water are used. The feeling on my glans was warm and cozy. She swirled her tongue around it a few times, then slowly withdrew it from her mouth—this was the first step, cleaning the glans. I was so moved; she didn't notice, but I almost cried. She spat the water into a bucket in the room, then began her conquering assault on my penis…
her right hand supporting it, her left hand touching me… Her nipples, her breasts nestled between my right thigh, gently guided my penis into her mouth. My penis explored her wet, soft mouth a few times, an indescribable pleasure. My penis started to swell again; this time, I knew I couldn't make it go soft. She knew I was getting into it, and the pressure of her mouth increased, even using a nine-shallow-one-deep technique several times, then suddenly stopped, using her tongue to playfully tease my glans and coronal sulcus. This first warm-up lasted about two minutes.
She released my penis from her mouth, moved her left hand from my nipple to my now erect penis, and... She pulled me down onto my stomach. Now my scrotum was completely exposed. She then offered her mouth, tracing her tongue from the glans down to my hairy scrotum. At this point, I couldn't see her face anymore. I only felt my scrotum suddenly being deeply enveloped, something gently playing with my two testicles, sometimes pulling, sometimes sucking, sometimes spinning them like an old man's bouncy ball—the pressure was just right—it felt so good! Better than ever before. Although my girlfriend had tried this before, it seemed there was such a big difference between amateur and professional. And she pressed down on the left side of my... Her hands weren't idle either, gently stroking me. After a while, she stopped, straightened up, picked a few of my pubic hairs from near her mouth, and rinsed her mouth with water. I knew I was looking at her with deep affection; at that moment, I wished she were my girlfriend, my wife!
Her all-out attack began—I finally tasted the "fivefold ice and fire," and succumbed to the fifth level.
She held my erect penis between her left thumb and forefinger, held cool water in her mouth, and skillfully buried it in her small mouth—you know, with her mouth facing down, she had to ensure not a drop of water leaked out. The difficulty was comparable. Her right hand propelled my scrotum and its contents. I could clearly feel my semen being stirred by her. She held my penis in her mouth for about ten strokes with cold water, then spat it out and replaced it with hot water. Once, she accurately inserted my penis into her mouth. I was going crazy; I never knew that this alternation of hot and cold could bring such a surging, trembling sensation. With the hot water, it felt like being penetrated deep into a mature vagina, bottomless and irresistible. With the cold water, it felt like a mischievous little girl unknowingly putting my penis in her mouth—utterly obscene.
When playing with a little girl, one longs for a mature, deep vagina; but upon entering that deep vagina, one suddenly feels the greedy innocence of a little girl—that must be the feeling of ecstasy for a man. With her constantly increasing frequency of swallowing and spitting, and the complete immersion of my penis in her mouth (my girlfriend once told me that although my penis isn't very long, to get it into her mouth, the entire glans has to reach down her throat), under her destructive onslaught, I quickly reached that desperate, death-defying reaction before ejaculation. I pulled my upper body back up, but before I sat up, my right hand grabbed her left breast. Forget about civility and politeness; I grabbed it and started gripping hard… "Mmm…" She let out a jumbled groan from her nose, whether from the pain of my grip or from trying to accelerate her ascent.
Her little mouth kept fighting, clearly exerting force, deep throat, and finally, I experienced my frenzied eight-shot ejaculation—I released my right hand from her breast, my upper body slumped back onto the bed, my back arching upwards, my glans probably already submerged in her throat, my muscles contracted, my sphincter used eight powerful contractions, ejaculating all the millions of sperm produced over the past seven days, feeling as if they were alternately shooting into her mature, deep vagina and into the mouth of this innocent, romantic little girl—at this moment, even if I were to be penetrated like in "Basic Instinct," I probably couldn't stop this gushing outburst.
She didn't move, silently enduring my heat with soft, nasal moans. After I exhaled a breath of lust, she slowly, tightly, pulled my penis out of her little mouth. Then she lowered her head and spat my semen and water into the bucket. Next, she tilted her head back and cleared her throat with water.
Later, during our break and conversation, I learned that she was from Heilongjiang, and after graduating, she couldn't find a good job, so she foolishly came to Guangzhou to become a well-paid massage girl, only for a month. Because I'm different from other roughnecks, she was happy to give me oral sex (she usually trains with her fingers; her clients always wear condoms and she won't accept ejaculation in their mouths). If I wanted, she was willing to have sex with me once, free of charge and without a condom. If I got pregnant, she wouldn't stop, because she believed my character would give her child a better future.
Sigh, tears welled up in my eyes. Young girl, you're only 20! You must take good care of yourself and not break my heart. If I had money, I would definitely keep her…
[The End]

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