First time entering a bathhouse center

I'm over 30 and have never been to a prostitute before. I always thought they were dirty and I was afraid of catching some disease. I've always looked down on those shady roadside barbershops, thinking they looked creepy. Today, I mustered up the courage to go to a high-class bathhouse.

As soon as I entered, a young male attendant rushed over to greet me, "Sir, welcome." I asked, "What services do you offer?" "This way, sir," he gestured and led me up to the second floor. I gave a noncommittal "hmm," though I was actually quite nervous. We entered a room, and the young man said expressionlessly, "Our services are: bath and massage 188, breast massage 288, oral sex 388, full service 588." I glanced around the room. There was a large round bed with a long white towel on the middle. There was a step leading to a large yellow tub on the platform, and a large showerhead at the far end. It looked very private and quiet, probably very comfortable. I thought to myself, "Okay, I'll take the 288 one." I thought to myself, "I'd better see for myself."

The little kid turned on the TV, and it went dark. I heard him talking on the walkie-talkie in the hallway. My heart pounded, and I sat nervously on the edge of the bed, watching TV, terrified someone would find out. My wife would be furious if she

found out. Just then, I knocked twice on the door. A woman in a white shirt and short skirt came in, looked at me, and said, "Sir, may I serve you?" I stared at her intently for a few moments. She wasn't fat, had a nice bust, an oval face, and was slim. "Hmm, you're the one." Actually, if someone too pretty came along, I'd change. Too many girls are available, it's not a very enjoyable experience. This one is acceptable, so I'll go with her.

Seeing that I agreed, she slipped inside to fill the large wooden tub with water, then left with a clattering sound in her high heels. I obediently sat back down on the bed, watching the silly TV. Midway through, the waiter brought in a cup of tea.

There were two knocks on the door, and she came in carrying a tray. I shook it once; there were two jellies, a half-full cup of dry milk powder, several condoms, and a small bottle that looked like a face wash bottle. She placed them on the stool beside the bed. Seeing that I was sitting obediently, she took a pair of slippers from the wall and placed them at my feet. I thought she was going to change my shoes—it's always the masseuses who change shoes and socks at Thai massages, right? But she turned around to test the water temperature, so I had to take them off myself. It was just taking off my shoes.

The woman asked if I wanted hot or lukewarm water. Her accent didn't sound local, but I didn't care. I replied that I'd go test the water temperature and it should be fine. I'd heard people say to wear disposable underwear in the shower, so I asked her if she had any. She said yes, and asked if I was going to wear them now. Wouldn't I be wet on the bed during the massage? I was stunned and asked why there wasn't a toilet.

"Are you pooping or peeing?

" I replied, "Peeing.

" "Then I'll use the shower

." "Where do I change? " I asked.

"There's no one else here .

" "You're not a stranger?

" She laughed. "I meant there's no one else here." Whatever, I'd only gone out casually—no money, no phone, not even a single piece of paper. I quickly stripped naked, hung my clothes, especially the money, on a visible hook, and walked under the shower, urinating while showering. I was surprised I didn't hesitate or blush in front of a strange woman.

I turned around and tested the water temperature in the bucket, then sat down. The woman took out a loofah from a package and started scrubbing me. Her small hands touched my penis, specifically cleaning and rubbing it, even pulling back the foreskin to gently massage and clean it. I had just paid tax two days ago, so my penis wasn't very aroused and didn't get hard after just one touch. I was secretly wondering how long it would last in this state.

"Aren't you from here?" " Who does this locally?" "Are you from here?" "No,
I 'm not." I wondered why I should tell the truth. "How long will it take to wash? " "You can get up whenever you want. " I got up, put on the slippers, and walked to the bed. I took the dry towel she handed me and wiped the water off my body, but I didn't wipe the area around my penis. I didn't trust the towel. Lying on my back, I watched the woman slowly take off her clothes by the door—her skirt, bra, and panties—hanging them behind the door and closing the door. A round, transparent glass door blocked the way. I locked the door behind me and then did a quick cleaning under the showerhead in the hallway. Seeing a strange woman completely naked in front of me, haha, most men would like that, right? "You lie down first, do the back massage, " I said. I turned my head and saw her sitting naked next to me. I went to the tray to get a cup with milk powder from the water dispenser to fill it with hot water. My hands, however, couldn't resist touching her thighs and buttocks. Damn, I was still hesitant, thinking she didn't want me to touch her, but I mustered up the courage to do it. She turned her head and smiled, saying, "Why don't you do the full package? " "What's in the full package?" "How much? " "It's sex. The full package is 580." "Let's start with a breast massage, see how your service is?" I said slyly . She took a mouthful of milk, lay down next to me, and started spitting milk all over my body, from the back of my hands to my back and legs. It felt best to have my ten fingers in her mouth; they were so soft, warm, and smooth. It felt like my penis was inside her vagina, incredibly pleasurable. Was my fingertips sensitive? It felt so good, so different from the sensation of her mouth on my back and arms. She dripped some face wash on my back and her breasts, then lay down on top of me, rubbing my back with her breasts while breathing softly. The rubbing from my back to my buttocks felt the best. Her breasts weren't very big, but the pressure on my back felt wonderful. She took a towel, wet it with hot water, and used it to dry the oil on my back, gesturing for me to turn over. She poured some on my penis. Wow, my penis still wasn't very excited, looking at her. My penis was waiting, hehe. She straddled me, leaned down, and used her breasts to clamp my penis, using her hands to help, stroking it up and down. I could only see her head bobbing up and down. My penis, stimulated by the softness of her breasts and my own sensations, became aroused. The woman became even more enthusiastic, increasing her speed, as if trying to make me ejaculate. "Not so easy," I sneered, squeezing her thighs hard and stroking her back. She moaned, her body moving up and down. Seeing that I hadn't ejaculated, she looked up and smiled, saying, "Are you usually very good at sex? " "Yeah, I never ejaculate when the woman is on top. " She was speechless, leaning down to continue pushing. Breathing sounds came out. "Does the service have to end before it's considered finished? " "No, it's an hour and a half each time. If the service desk rings twice at the end, it can't continue. Am I just going to keep pushing until the time is up? Forget it, I'll just wear down my skin." "Let's do a blowjob, that should make it come," I said to her. She immediately picked up the phone and reported to the front desk, number 5**** . She turned and took a condom from the tray, put it on the head of my penis, and then put it in her mouth. The feeling was instantly different; it was warm and tightly wrapped around my penis. Her body moved up and down, her mouth holding my manhood—it felt amazing ! Sometimes she would use her hand to stroke it, her mouth never idle, gently licking my testicles; other times she would use her mouth to envelop it, her hands caressing the tender flesh of my thighs. I groaned with pleasure.

A tingling, numbing sensation spread across my glans. My hands caressed the young woman's face, pinching and cradling her head, watching her rise and fall beneath me. Money, ah, it's such a good thing. And you're still obediently serving me, aren't you? So comfortable. She looked up at me and smiled, "Can't get it out." I said, "You haven't tried hard enough, have you? Let me see your technique again.

" "I really can't get it out. Some ejaculate in 10 seconds. Aren't you very skilled?"

I smiled smugly, "Isn't it satisfying when a woman praises you for being amazing?"

She smiled apologetically and gently said, "I'll try again." Then she lowered her head and took my penis in her mouth, licking and stroking it, moving it up and down. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. It felt so good. I was thinking, "Is this a real woman? Should I just do it for real? I'm already here anyway.

" "Hmm, the full package, please?

" I heard her report to the front desk, then she changed the condom for my penis, climbed on top of me, and guided my penis into her vagina with her hand. She moved it up and down a few times, and the feeling was different from what I felt in her mouth. I later learned that she hadn't used the "ice and fire" technique; she had been lazy. I was confused at the time. As

I mentioned before, I can't ejaculate when a woman is on top of me. Watching her working so hard on top of me, I squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples hard, and heard her soft moans. My glans was throbbing with pleasure.

"Is it good?

" "Yes, sir, if you're good, I'm good."

"I'll let you fuck me properly today.

" "Do you usually fuck them?

" "Yeah, so I'll let you fuck me today.

" "Are you tired?

" "No, I'm not tired.

" "Thank you for making me feel good.

" "No, thank you.

" Seeing her face flushed and sweating, her body heaving, I pulled her closer, hugging her back. She whispered in my ear, and I held her waist, letting her breasts press against my chest, making her move vigorously. Her moans grew louder, as if she wanted me to surrender. She looked at me straight up: "You need to eat two extra bowls of rice tonight.

" I estimated the time was approaching, and I wasn't satisfied yet. "Let me get on top

. " I rolled over and straddled her, looking at her pubic area under the light. The pubic hair was very tight. I touched it, subtly sniffing it—no strange smell. I had her pull my penis in with her hand, and gently lifted myself inside. I thrust in and out vigorously, and she immediately cried out. "It sounds so fake," I scolded her, but she kept crying out. "If it were more real," she said, ignoring the two rings of the timer. She seemed to be getting aroused, humming softly. I thrust hard, wanting to kiss her, but then I smelled a strange odor coming from her mouth. Then I realized it was the smell of baby formula. I kissed her face, pressing our faces together, thrusting hard, cupping her cheeks in my hands. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed; she seemed to be enjoying it. I rubbed the sparse pubic hair under her armpits, thrusting powerfully, my head spinning.

I ejaculated immediately. Ah, I surrendered.

Finally, I slept with the second woman. I got up and saw her reach over to touch my throbbing penis. She took off the condom and threw it in the trash. I got out of bed and stood under the shower, letting the warm water gently wash me. I was determined to get clean before going home, I thought. I saw her come over and lean against me as I washed her body. I spoke softly to her. Not bad, huh!

I went downstairs, paid 600, and got 12 back. Goodbye, sir. I left lightly, without taking a single cloud with me. My bag felt lighter too.

I'll talk about my second experience at that place another time; it was a frustrating one.

My grammar isn't good; this is just my recollection. (The End)

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