[New - Women engaging in prostitution in rural areas]

Author: zwjjiejie
First published on 1024 Forum on December 7, 2015

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A year later, I'm back with another article. My last one was also titled "Women Prostituting Themselves in Rural Areas," but the content was completely different, and I abandoned it.
This new article was written in one go, so I'm posting it again.
This time, the writing is a bit bland; I've realized I can't write anything that immediately gets people excited.
But this is also based on real events, though I've embellished and fictionalized some aspects of reality. What I'm saying is the reality: in today's society, there are more and more women prostituting themselves in rural areas—that's a fact…
The article is bland, but I hope that since you're here, you'll take a look. Thank you in advance, and don't forget to comment after reading, haha.
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"New - Women Prostituting Themselves in Rural Areas"

I looked around at my surroundings with a headache.

Low, single-story houses, dark doorways, and the occasional barking of dogs coming from within
. A small pile of food scraps lay at my feet, and swarms of flies buzzed around rotting watermelon rinds.

"Damn it, how did I get here last time! I remember this is the place." I looked around, feeling a
strange mix of familiarity and strangeness, and couldn't help but curse.

This was a small village in North China.

In rural North China, most houses are single-story with flat roofs, and each house typically has a large,
green- gate. It was this uniform environment that gave me a headache.

I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and recalled the hazy memories with a depressed mood.

I was here to find someone, but this time I was too embarrassed to ask for directions. The person I was looking for wasn't exactly respectable,
and asking the villagers would only make things worse; at least, I didn't have the courage to ask.

I had been to this village before, but when I was drunk.

I was brought here by my friend in a daze. Although I was already quite drunk,
the mother and daughter who were simultaneously serving me left an incredibly deep impression on me...

The feeling of the mother and daughter taking turns servicing me is still unforgettable.

This time, taking advantage of the holiday, I secretly returned to my hometown. With fragmented memories, I managed to find the
village, but I just couldn't find that simple yet spring-like little courtyard.

I puffed on my cigarette, my head spinning, trying to find some clue.

Luckily, I was dressed reasonably well, and there was a car parked next to me, otherwise I felt the villagers would think
I was a thief from out of town and beat me up.

During this time, a kind old man came up to me and asked me for a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette...

"Young man, you look unfamiliar, are you from the city?" The old man took a deep drag on his cigarette,
looked me up and down, glanced at the car next to me, and slowly exhaled smoke before asking.

I chuckled and lied to the old man, saying my car had broken down and I didn't know if there was a repairman in the village. The old man
nodded and said, "There is an old man named Zhang who repairs cars near the brigade in the center of the village, but he only repairs
bicycles . I doubt he can fix your four-wheeled car..."

I chuckled at this and chatted with the old man for a few more minutes. The old man swayed away, and as he left, I
handed him a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette. The old man smiled and said, "You're a promising young man, a good fellow." After

the old man left, I was lost in thought again.

Finally, having no idea what to do, I reluctantly got into the car, thinking that it had been many years since I'd been to the countryside. Since I was here
, I might as well take a look around.

Driving to the village center, just as the old man had said, a small old man was squatting in front of the village head,
fiddling with a dilapidated bicycle in front of him. Not far from him was a fruit and vegetable stall,
the variety far less abundant than in city supermarkets, let alone the fancy plastic wrap decorations, but that was precisely what
made it feel more natural. I thought I'd buy some locally grown fruit to take home, so the trip wouldn't be in vain. As

I was pondering what to buy, I felt a strong scent of perfume waft towards me ! 　　I couldn't help but look up, and what I saw made me instantly shudder. 　　The person emitting the fragrance was a woman who looked to be quite old. 　　And this woman was the mother from the mother-daughter pair I was looking for! 　　The mother was dressed in clothes that were clearly different from the other rural women passing by; her attire even seemed out of place. 　　She wore a black lace dress with a high neckline and shoulder sleeves. Although the neckline was high, revealing no bare skin, the shoulders and chest were made of sheer black lace, which was even more alluring than being naked. The skin beneath the black lace was incredibly captivating. The dress was tightly fitted around the chest, revealing the pattern of her bra underneath. A red outline was visible at the black lace neckline… 　　I was certain the woman's bra was red… 　　The dress only reached mid-thigh, and she wore black stockings. 　　Even with her avant-garde clothing, she was still a rural woman, hardened by years of farm work. Her thighs and calves were quite thick, but this only made the black stockings cling to her thighs appear even more alluring and dazzling . Her calf muscles were full and strong, giving the impression of firm elasticity. 　　A pair of black high-heeled sandals, at least ten centimeters high, made her, already over 1.6 meters tall, appear even taller and more elegant. 　　Her all-black, form-fitting outfit, combined with her face—which, no amount of makeup could erase the marks of time—made me think of one phrase: a captivating black widow. 　　Indeed, she was a widow over forty years old—Zhang Chunli. 　　I looked at her, and she looked at me. 　　Her expression faltered for a moment, then, her eyes, slightly bloodshot, flashed with a hint of something beyond their black eyeliner.

A hint of surprise crossed her face, then she looked at me seriously. A
meaningful , a seductive allure I sensed. She gave me a charming smile, clearly
remembering me.

I froze for a moment, then quickly turned away, coughed, and looked at
the fruit stand owner under the parasol, listening to the radio with his eyes closed. "Boss," I said, "I'd like some apples and bananas."

The owner quickly opened his eyes and stood up. When he saw the beautifully dressed woman picking out fruit at his stand
, his eyes lit up, but then, as if remembering something, he quickly looked
away.

It seemed this thin, slightly hunched middle-aged man had something going on with this woman
…

After buying the fruit, I casually glanced at the woman again. She had clearly
been watching me closely. When I looked down at her, she turned slightly, looked at me, and
winked at me with her captivating eyes.

I instantly understood what she meant, and my heart was pounding with excitement, but I pretended to be calm. I
couldn't very well just openly tell her, "Hey, you slut, I've finally found you!" in the middle of the village...

After paying the fruit vendor, I subconsciously straightened my back and turned to walk towards the car.

After I got in, the woman I remembered as Zhang Chunli finished buying her things, carrying some
fruit, and headed straight in one direction.

Her figure was very alluring; her large, plump buttocks swayed from side to side with each step, making my
blood boil.

I waited a moment, then slowly started the car,
following in the direction Zhang Chunli had gone.

Behind me, the skinny middle-aged man selling fruit spat on the ground and cursed,
"Slut, she's sold her rotten cunt to city folks." He then recalled the
woman's arousal struck him. But the thought of being
caught cheating by his wife sent a shiver down his spine, and the arousal vanished instantly. He could only
angrily sit back under the parasol.

I followed the woman's direction, driving slowly. After about a hundred meters, there was
a . As my car rounded the bend, I was startled to see the woman
standing in the shade against the wall, seemingly waiting for something.

I knew she was waiting for me.

I stopped the car, nervously glancing back and then forward in the rearview mirror. Confirming no
one was around, I rolled down the window and nodded to the woman.

She smiled, opened the passenger door, and got in.

I was so glad my window tint was so good at blocking light, otherwise I wouldn't have dared let her get in. After all,
this was a completely unfamiliar place, a rural area, and she'd come all this way looking for a prostitute…

"You remember me?" I asked as I drove. I actually admired her for being
so in getting into my car, but then I thought, what's the big deal? We'd already had one full-body
encounter.

"Of course I remember. You were drunk when you came to my place, and you insisted that my
daughter serve you at the same time," the woman named Zhang Chunli said to me without a word.
"Even though you were drunk, your little brother was incredibly powerful, something my daughter and I
still remember vividly." After saying that, Zhang Chunli lightly brushed my cheek with her fingertip.

That light touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I almost dropped the steering wheel.

Seeing this, the woman laughed even harder. "Little brother, you weren't
this ! Where did that wild, manly energy go?"

Hearing this, my body trembled involuntarily. It wasn't from fear, but from an instinctive
thrill I'm actually a rather introverted person, but after drinking,
my demeanor was completely different from usual.

I glanced at her, then reached out and placed my hand on her breast, giving it a firm squeeze.
Although the woman was over forty, she maintained her figure very well; her breasts were full
, soft, and elastic, and quite large—almost too big for my hand to cover.

The woman let out a soft moan, seemingly enjoying it, and placed her hand on mine.

I squeezed her a few more times and said, "Let's find a place."

"How about my house?"

"I don't know the way."

"Little brother, didn't you come here once before?"

"But I really don't remember... I was drunk that time, and someone else drove me here."

"Hehe." The woman covered her mouth and chuckled a few times. "Alright, little brother, then I'll show you the way."

"You shouldn't call yourself 'sister' in front of me." I suddenly said awkwardly. She was old
enough to be my mother, yet she still called herself 'sister'... I couldn't accept it.

"What's wrong? Are you saying your sister is old?" Zhang Chunli was a little displeased, but quickly added, "Little brother,
you're my sugar daddy, you tell me what to say and I'll say it."

She probably remembered how generous I was back then, and her words were mostly flattering.

"Call me 'auntie'." I replied.

"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter what you call me, my big-dicked little brother." The woman laughed.

Following her directions, I arrived at her residence. This time, I memorized the route to ensure I could find her house
easily although the chances of returning were slim…

Looking at her small entrance, it was clear my car couldn't fit, but I didn't want to park directly in front of her house;
that would seem too conspicuous, especially since I was there for prostitution… It was better to be discreet.

"Could you find me a parking spot?" I asked.

Zhang Chunli thought for a moment and said, "Drive a little further ahead; there's a large yard there, but
the key is at home. I need to go back and get it."

Zhang Chunli got out of the car to retrieve the key, while I drove the car a little further ahead myself.

There were some houses around, but the doors of every house were closed. Looking at the
front doors, it was clear they hadn't been occupied for a long time, appearing dirty and messy – a desolate scene of long-term neglect.

My feeling was that the neighbors must have been too ashamed to be neighbors with this shameless mother and daughter, and had all
moved away, making the area somewhat quiet.

The car drove on, and ahead was an open space surrounded by large poplar trees. Next to it was
a large yard a gate made of bamboo and wood strips, the rivets rusted, surrounded by a not-too-high
wall. The yard looked quite large from the outside; this must be the place Zhang Chunli had mentioned.

I got out of the car, leaned against it, smoked, and looked around. A moment later, Zhang Chunli approached,
walking increasingly cautiously. The ground was littered with pebbles and broken bricks.
She was wearing ten-centimeter heels, making it difficult for her to walk on the rough surface; she frequently stumbled and nearly
fell.

Zhang Chunli stopped walking, looked at me, frowned, and said reproachfully, "Little brother,
come help your aunt."

I was startled, then laughed, went over, and picked her up.

Zhang Chunli wasn't the skinny type; she was actually slightly plump, after all,
she was over forty, practically an older woman, but when she acted coquettishly, she was no less charming than a young
girl.

I carried her to the gate. Zhang Chunli got out and unlocked it. I stood behind her, watching her
back.

Her figure was plump, with noticeable fat around her waist, but her buttocks were perfectly round and perky. I couldn't resist slapping
her; they felt amazing!

Zhang Chunli cried out when she was slapped, turning around to give me a slightly resentful glare.

The gate opened, and I drove the car in. The yard was overgrown with weeds, but there were a few small brick
enclosures , suggesting that this used to be a livestock area, but it had long been abandoned.

Zhang Chunli said, "This was built by my deceased family. They used to raise pigs and such, but
after they died, I sold all those filthy animals."

She spoke casually, her expression indifferent, showing no trace of the grief and sorrow of losing her husband. But
then again , if she truly had that kind of profound understanding, she certainly wouldn't be engaged in the sex trade in the village,
a business that women despise but men find pleasing...

As I got out of the car and prepared to leave, Zhang Chunli said, "Little brother, my daughter is entertaining customers at home.
If you don't mind having another outsider, let's go back. There are still a few empty rooms."

I looked at her in surprise, and Zhang Chunli shrugged.

"Your business is really good..." I couldn't help but sigh. "Sigh, I was planning to have another threesome with you
two , looks like that's out of the question."

"How could there be no chance, little brother? Don't worry, I just looked out the window, it's just an
old man who won't be here for ten minutes. It'll be over soon. After that old man leaves, I'll have my daughter come with me
to serve you." Zhang Chunli said as she walked to my side and put her hand on my shoulder.

I frowned, but ultimately decided not to go back. Going back would feel like being in the same courtyard as an old man
, even though we were in different rooms, it would still feel very uncomfortable.

I thought to myself, forget it. Having this sexy old woman is enough to cool me down this time.
Actually, I mainly came here to see her; her daughter is just a supporting character.

Zhang Chunli was now leaning against me. I smelled her fragrance, a strong,
indescribable scent, but it made me feel aroused. I started to get sexually aroused.

"Since little brother doesn't want to go back, then Auntie will serve little brother's big cock for now."
Zhang Chunli said lewdly, reaching out to undo my belt. I looked at her face, opened my mouth and kissed
her lips. Our tongues instantly intertwined. I put one arm around her back and used the other
to knead her breasts through her clothes.

Zhang Chunli's hands weren't idle either. She had already unbuckled my belt and skillfully
unzipped my pants, reaching inside my underwear to play with my penis.

After a few strokes, she pulled my penis out. At this moment, my penis was already erect and standing straight out under her caresses, as if waiting for this slut to soothe and play with it
with her skillful hands... 　　Zhang Chunli held my penis, her stroking technique was skillful and exquisite, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but all very comfortable. 　　We kissed for a while, then I reached out and lifted her up, placing her on the hood of the car. My hands began to move downwards, no longer limited to her chest. 　　Zhang Chunli sat on the hood, her hands behind her back supporting her leaning body, her eyes filled with a hint of lust, yet also a touch of provocation as she looked into my eyes. 　　Actually, I have a particular fetish for women, especially sexual partners. I personally prefer mature women , especially voluptuous, tall, and always wearing stockings! 　　Whenever I encounter such mature women on the street or elsewhere, exuding a mature charm, my eyes always unconsciously follow them, staring and staring, to the point that I fantasize about going up to them, without saying a word, pressing them down, tearing off their alluring stockings, and thrusting straight into their depths. 　　Once, while strolling in the park with my wife, I saw a woman who perfectly matched my image of a mature woman. She was walking a teddy bear, and my eyes inadvertently fell upon her, becoming completely captivated . It was only a sharp pinch on my lower back by my wife that brought me back to reality. I could only manage an embarrassed smile. My wife even finds my fascination with her a bit irritating. 　　In my mind, these older women, especially those over forty, 　　each possess a rich life experience and past. Whether their lives have been ordinary or eventful, over forty years of trials and tribulations have shaped their unique understanding of life amidst the mundane details of daily life. These authentic traces of time are what younger women often possess.

Whether I can possess them or not, and I generally believe their skills in bed are quite good...

I feel they understand better how to serve a man, how to extract and
demand his essence and potential. These are
experiences accumulated over time with their husbands, more or less. They then apply these experiences to
other men, achieving twice the result with half the effort, since everyone has similarities...

And men gain
a Frankly, it's a matter of mutual need and ulterior motives, a perfect match,
finding a place to sleep...

As for me, I don't believe I have the ability to conquer these women, so I can only
find .

Although it's not ideal, it provides psychological comfort. It's a transaction, a way of maintaining balance and
preventing . That's why I traveled all the way to the countryside to find this mother and daughter.

At this moment, Zhang Chunli was gazing at me with a seductive look in her eyes, her tongue slightly
licking her lips, and said, "Big dick little brother, how do you plan to play with me? Your auntie will play along to the end."

I was breathing heavily, my penis exposed to the air, throbbing.

I reached out and lifted Zhang Chunli's legs, which were clad in black stockings. The stockings were of very good quality,
smooth to the touch.

She was wearing high-heeled sandals, the black stockings tightly encasing her slightly large feet,
her toenails painted with bright red nail polish. I spread her legs apart, and she cooperated by opening
her thighs wide. The hem of her dress slid down as her thighs were lifted, and my eyes went straight to
the woman's most private genitals, her vulva.

From the moment I arrived, and even until the instant she spread her legs, I had assumed she would be wearing incredibly
sexy underwear, like a thong or some kind of sheer lace. But
seeing her now, I realized I was wrong...

This wanton old woman wasn't wearing any underwear at all; she was just wearing a black bodysuit
.

Her thick pubic hair was pressed down tightly by the tight black stockings, partially obscuring the entrance to her
vagina .

"Do you like it, little brother? Your auntie dressed like this especially for you," Zhang Chunli
said seductively, spreading her legs even wider.

I didn't say anything, just smiled, completely ignoring her... In my heart, I thought, "You dressed like this especially for
all the men who come to you, didn't you? Wear it on me, did you know I came today?" Of course, none of that mattered now.

I draped her stockinged legs over my shoulders, then turned my head and took a deep breath.
The summer weather was hot, and even in high-heeled sandals, there was a faint smell of sweat. With this deep breath,
the scent filled my nostrils, but I felt no disgust;
in fact, I somewhat enjoyed the authentic smell of her stockinged feet.

I licked my lips, then lowered my head to kiss her calves, then bent down to kiss the stockings, moving downwards
until my face was about ten centimeters from her vulva. Her black-stockinged legs gradually wrapped
around my back.

I looked closely at her vulva. Last time I was drunk, I only remembered
the feeling ; I completely forgot whether I had actually looked then, or perhaps I hadn't even looked at all.

But now that I was clear-headed, I decided to take a closer look, to see
how this mature woman in her forties differed from my young wife's vaginal opening…

At the area covered by the stockings around Zhang Chunli's vaginal opening, there were faint, wet rings. I
couldn't help but wonder if it was a sign of overflowing vaginal fluid? But it was happening too quickly.

Her pubic hair was thick; even through the black stockings, I could see her labia majora were dark and thick,
and spread outwards.

I became completely absorbed in my gaze, forgetting all about the cleanliness and hygiene of her vaginal opening.
Only one thought occupied my mind: to taste what her little cunt tasted like.

Driven by this thought, I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue, pressing the tip firmly against
her vaginal opening, then began to lick it intensely.

Zhang Chunli was startled by this action, but quickly recovered, and then let out
a moan.

Her moans seemed to have a stimulating effect on my spirit. Through the thin layer of
stockings licked even more vigorously. Finally, she lay down on the hood of the car, her hands pressing
my head down tightly, trying to bring my face closer to her vulva. Her legs, wrapped around my shoulders, began to rub
forcefully .

I felt a few drops of water on my cheeks, but I didn't care. I just closed my eyes
and continued licking and sucking. Later, I found the stockings too in the way and wanted to pry them off, but I didn't want to take them off for her
. I liked women wearing stockings, I liked the moment when I tore them open!

I bit down hard on a bit of the stocking with my teeth and rubbed them together. The black stockings were
indeed of very good quality, with strong fibers, but they couldn't withstand my frantic biting. Of course, when I tore a hole
, I told her that I would give her more money...

At that moment, I was also thinking that when I left, I would take the black stockings with me as a souvenir.

I tore a hole in her black stockings.

Her vaginal opening was now completely exposed to me. Without a word, I
stuck out my tongue and inserted it. Before, the stockings had been there, so I hadn't been able to feel the vaginal fluid very
clearly. Now that my tongue was completely inside, I felt a lot of vaginal fluid. With my
vigorous licking and stirring, large amounts of vaginal fluid flowed out and filled my mouth.

Zhang Chunli's body, lying on the motorcycle hood, writhed even more violently, and her moans became more and more lingering.

"Ah, ah, mmm, ah...lick my pussy, ah, lick, lick my clitoris, mmm...brother,
ah...

"

Unconsciously, I found myself licking her vagina. During this time, it felt like savoring a delicious
feast; I couldn't get enough. After a few more minutes, she begged me to fuck her, so I
got up.

Just as I was about to thrust in, Zhang Chunli straightened up, lowered the hood, and
squatted down, her eyes filled with lust, saying, "My big cock, let Auntie lick it for you."
Without waiting for a reply, she took my penis into her mouth.

Zhang Chunli sucked and swallowed vigorously between my legs, occasionally rubbing the edge of the
glans —very lightly, but very ticklishly.

Her oral skills were superb; once, during one of her deliberate, forceful sucks,
I felt as if the earth was about to collapse, a flood was about to burst, and my essence was about to overflow. Fortunately, I managed to hold back, but
the feeling of impending ejaculation grew stronger.

I figured I couldn't let her give me oral sex anymore, otherwise I'd surrender before even entering her cave, which would be a bit embarrassing
...

I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up and turning her around so her back was to me,
pressing her body against the hood of the car.

Zhang Chunli clearly knew what I was going to do, moaning seductively, "Brother, come and
fuck Auntie's pussy, Auntie is so uncomfortable, fuck Auntie's cunt, come in quickly."

I lifted her black dress, exposing her entire buttocks. Her buttocks were large and
very round, her round and perky buttocks tightly wrapped in stockings, even glistening in the sunlight
.

I swallowed hard; I realized I loved those big buttocks, especially those in stockings
.

"Brother, big dick brother, come on, Auntie can't wait, come on, big dick brother,"
Zhang Chunli said wantonly, thrusting her buttocks up and swaying.

I suddenly reached out and slapped her hard across the face. The force was so great that even through the black
stockings , a red handprint was visible.

Zhang Chunli cried out in pain, then turned and gave me a resentful glare before stubbornly sticking
her buttocks up again.

I laughed at that look, then slapped her twice more. This time, Zhang Chunli didn't look at
me; her scream turned into excited moans.

Feeling it was about time, I guided my penis to the opening of her vagina through the torn stockings.

Insertion went smoothly; her vagina was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. I began to slowly
thrust in and out.

Zhang Chunli's cries grew louder, uttering obscene words.

Stimulated by her lewd words, I began thrusting with all my might, my penis rubbing
against her vagina. Each time it reached deep inside, a muffled sound of fluid being rapidly penetrated and impacted echoed,
demonstrating the amount of fluid inside her.

As I thrust forcefully, my body slapped against her large buttocks, producing a series of slapping sounds
.

Just then, the door I had previously closed was pushed open…

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