Women who engage in prostitution in rural areas

I looked around at my surroundings with a headache.
Low, single-story houses, dark doorways, the occasional barking of dogs coming from within, a small pile of food scraps at my feet, and swarms of flies buzzing around rotting watermelon rinds. "
Damn it, how did I get here last time! I remember this is the place." I looked around, feeling both strange and familiar, and couldn't help but curse.
This was a small rural village in North China.
In rural North China, most houses have single-story roofs, and the doors are mostly large iron gates painted green. It was this uniform environment that gave me such a headache.
I took out a cigarette, lit it, and recalled my hazy memories with a depressed mood.
I'm here to find someone, but I'm too embarrassed to ask for directions this time, because the person I'm looking for isn't exactly respectable. Asking the villagers would only make things worse; I certainly don't have the courage to ask.
I've been to this little village before, but I was drunk.
My friend brought me here in a daze. Although I was completely intoxicated, the mother and daughter who were simultaneously serving me left an indelible 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 my way back to the village, but I just couldn't find that simple yet vibrant little courtyard.
I puffed on my cigarette, my mind racing, trying to find some clues.
Luckily, I was dressed reasonably well, and there was a car parked next to me, otherwise I think the villagers would have thought 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 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 beside 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's an old man named Zhang who repairs cars near the village center, but he only repairs bicycles. He probably can't fix your four-wheeled car..." I chuckled again, then chatted with the old man for a few more minutes. He swayed away, and as he left, I handed him a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette. He smiled and said, "A promising young man, a fine young man indeed." After the old man left, I was lost in thought again.
Finally, having no idea what to do, I reluctantly got into my car, thinking that it had been many years since I'd been to the countryside. Since I was already there, I might as well take a look around.
I drove to the village center, and 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 was far less extensive than in city supermarkets, and there were no 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 differently from the other rural women passing by; her attire even seemed out of place.
She wore a black lace-trimmed dress with high neckline and shoulders. Although the neckline didn't expose any 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 very attractive. The dress was tightly fitted at the chest, revealing the pattern of her bra. A hint of red trim 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 if the woman's clothing was incredibly avant-garde, she was still a rural woman, hardened by years of labor in the fields. Her thighs and calves appeared quite thick, but the black stockings clinging tightly to her thighs only accentuated their sheer, dazzling quality. 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 graceful.
Her all-black, form-fitting attire, combined with her face—which, no amount of makeup could erase the marks of time—made me think of the phrase "bewitching black widow.
" Indeed, she was Zhang Chunli, a widow over forty years old.
I looked at her, and she looked at me.
Her expression faltered for a moment, then a hint of surprise flashed in her slightly bloodshot eyes, which were lined with black eyeliner. She then looked at me seriously, her gaze instantly revealing a captivating charm—a seductive allure. Finally, she gave me a charming smile; it seemed she had remembered me.
I also stiffened for a moment, but immediately turned my head away, coughed, and looked at the old man at the fruit stand under the parasol, listening to the radio with his eyes closed. I said, "Old man, buy me some apples and bananas." The old man opened his eyes and stood up. When he saw the beautifully dressed woman also standing at the fruit stand, picking out fruit, his eyes lit up instantly, 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, glanced at me, and winked at me with her alluring eyes. I
instantly understood what she meant. My heart was pounding, but I pretended to be calm. I couldn't just openly tell her, "Hey, you slut, I've finally found you…" After paying the old man for the fruit, I straightened my back instinctively and turned to walk towards the car.
After I got on the bus, the woman I remembered as Zhang Chunli also finished buying her things, carrying some fruit, and headed straight in one direction.
Her walk was alluring, her large, round buttocks swaying from side to side with each step, making my blood boil.
I waited there for a while, then slowly started my car and followed in the direction the woman, Zhang Chunli, had gone.
Behind me, the skinny middle-aged man selling fruit spat on the ground and cursed, "Sluts, they've all sold their rotten cunts to city folks." He then recalled the slutty way those women had acted beneath him, and for a moment, he felt aroused. But then he remembered the scene of his wife discovering his infidelity, and a shiver ran through him, instantly killing his arousal. He could only sit angrily under the parasol.
I slowly drove in the direction the woman had gone. After driving about a meter, there was a sharp bend ahead. When my car rounded the bend, I was shocked to see the woman who had walked away standing in the shade against the wall, seemingly waiting for something.
I knew she was waiting for me.
I stopped the car, nervously glancing behind me and then ahead through the rearview mirror. Making sure no one was there, I rolled down the window and nodded to the woman.
The woman smiled, opened the passenger door, and got in.
I was glad my window tinting was 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 bold and direct 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 really drunk back then. You came to my place and insisted that my daughter and I serve you at the same time." The woman named Zhang Chunli looked at me and said directly without saying a word. "Even though you were drunk, your little thing was incredibly powerful. My sister and my daughter still remember it vividly." After Zhang Chunli finished speaking, she reached out and lightly brushed my cheek with her fingertip.
This light brushing gesture made me tremble all over, and I almost lost my grip on the steering wheel.
The woman laughed even harder at the sight. "Little one, when you were having sex with us, you weren't this shy! Where did that wild, masculine energy go?" Hearing this, my body trembled involuntarily. It wasn't from fear, but from an instinctive thrill that made me shudder. I'm actually a rather introverted person, but after drinking, my demeanor was completely different from my usual self.
I glanced at her, then reached out and placed my hand directly on her breast, giving it a hard squeeze. Although the woman was over forty, she maintained her figure very well, so her breasts were full, soft, and elastic, and quite large; my hand almost couldn't cover them.
The woman let out a soft moan, seemingly enjoying it, and placed her hand on mine.
I pinched her a few more times and said, "Let's find a place." "How about we go to my house?" "I don't know the way." "Little one, didn't you come here once?" "But I really don't remember the way... I was drunk that time, and someone else drove me here." "Hehe." The woman covered her mouth and chuckled a few times. "Alright, little one, then I'll give you directions." "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 one, you're Jin, 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 said.
"Alright, it doesn't matter what you call me, my big dick is small," the woman laughed.
Following her directions, I arrived at her residence. This time, I memorized the route to ensure I could find her house directly next time, 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 felt 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 of mine there, but the key is at home. I need to go inside and get it." Zhang Chunli got out of the car to get the key, while I drove the car forward a bit.
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; they were dirty and messy, a desolate sight after being uninhabited for so long.
My feeling was that the neighbors must have been too ashamed to be neighbors with this shameful mother and daughter, and had all moved away, which made the area somewhat quiet.
The car drove forward a bit, and ahead was an open space surrounded by large poplar trees. Next to it was a large yard with a gate made of bamboo and wood, 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. The closer she got, the more cautious she became. The ground was littered with pebbles and broken bricks. She was wearing ten-centimeter heels, and walking on such a rough surface was difficult; she frequently stumbled and nearly fell.
Zhang Chunli stopped walking, looked at me, frowned, and said reproachfully, "Little one, aren't you going to help your aunt?" I was taken aback, then laughed and went over, picking her up in my arms.
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 down and went to unlock it. I stood behind her, watching her back.
Her figure was plump, with noticeable fat around her waist, but her hips were perfectly round and perky. I couldn't resist giving her a light slap—it felt amazing! Zhang Chunli cried out from the slap and gave me a slightly resentful look.
The gate opened, and I drove the car in. The yard was overgrown with weeds, but there were a few small brick enclosures, presumably where livestock used to be kept, but they had long been abandoned.
Zhang Chunli said, "This was built by my deceased family. They used to raise pigs and such, but after my husband 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 possessed such profound understanding, she certainly wouldn't be engaged in the sex trade in the village—a trade that women despise but men find pleasing… As I got out of the car to leave, Zhang Chunli said, "Young lady, my daughter is entertaining customers at home. If you don't mind having another person, let's go. There are 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 this time, looks like that's out of the question." "How could there be no chance, little one? Don't worry, I just looked out the window, it's just an old man who won't be here for more than ten minutes. He'll be fine in a bit. After he leaves, I'll have my daughter serve you with me." Zhang Chunli said, walking to my side and putting her hand on my shoulder.
I frowned, ultimately deciding not to go. Going there 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 was planning to ask her to come anyway; her daughter would just be a supporting character.
Zhang Chunli was now leaning against me. I smelled her fragrance; it was strong, an indescribable scent, but it made me feel aroused, and I started to feel sexually aroused. "
Since you don't want to go, Auntie will serve your big cock for now," Zhang Chunli said lewdly, reaching for 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 with the other, I kneaded 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 released my penis. At that moment, it was already erect and proudly displayed under her ministrations, as if waiting for this slut to soothe and play with it with her skillful hands… Zhang Chunli held my penis, her strokes practiced and refined, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, but all very comfortable.
We kissed for a while, then I reached out and picked her up, placing her on the hood of the car. My hands began to move downwards, no longer limited to her breasts.
Zhang Chunli sat on the hood, her hands behind her back supporting her leaning body, her eyes filled with a hint of spring, seemingly provocative as she looked into my eyes.
Actually, I have some peculiar fetishes when it comes to women, especially sexual partners. I personally prefer mature women, especially voluptuous, tall, and always wearing stockings! Every time I encounter a mature woman exuding a captivating allure on the street or elsewhere, my eyes unconsciously follow her, staring and staring, to the point that I fantasize about approaching her, pinning her down without a word, tearing off her alluring stockings, and thrusting into her depths.
Once, while strolling in the park with my wife, we saw a woman who perfectly embodied my image of a mature woman. She was walking a teddy bear, and my gaze inadvertently fell upon her, becoming completely absorbed. It was only after my wife gave me a sharp pinch on the waist that I snapped back to reality. I could only manage an embarrassed smile. My wife even finds my fetish exasperating.
In my long-held belief, these older women, especially those over forty...
Each of them has a rich life experience and past, whether ordinary or eventful. Over forty years of trials and tribulations, even in the mundane routines of daily life, have given them a unique understanding of life. These authentic traces of their past are something younger women may not possess. Moreover, I generally believe they are quite skilled in bed… I feel they understand better how to serve a man, how to extract and demand his essence and potential. These are sexual experiences accumulated over time with their husbands, and they apply these experiences to other men, achieving greater results with less effort, since people have similarities… And men, in turn, gain something from these mature women who are married, have children, and are both wives and mothers. The sense of glory and pride in conquering other men's wives, frankly speaking, is just a matter of mutual needs and ulterior motives, a quick match, and then finding a place to sleep... However, I don't consider myself capable of conquering these women, so I can only find women who satisfy my mind and body by spending money.
Although it's somewhat impractical, it's psychologically reassuring. Spending money is a form of consumption; buying and selling is the fundamental way to maintain balance and avoid owing each other anything. That's why I traveled all the way to the countryside to find this mother and daughter.
At this moment, Zhang Chunli was looking at me with a charming gaze, her tongue slightly licking her lips, saying, "Big dick, small dick, how do you plan to play? Your auntie will play along to the end." At this moment, I was slightly panting, 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 wore high-heeled sandals, the black stockings tightly encasing her slightly large feet. Her toenails were painted with bright red nail polish. I spread her legs apart, and she obligingly opened her thighs as well. The hem of her dress slid down as her thighs were lifted, and my eyes went straight to her most private area: her vulva.
Actually, from the moment I arrived, and even the instant she spread her legs, I had assumed she would be wearing something incredibly sexy, like a thong or some kind of sheer lace. But now, seeing her in person, I realized I was wrong… This wanton old woman wasn't wearing any underwear at all; she was just wearing a black bodysuit of stockings.
At her vulva, her thick pubic hair was pressed down tightly by the close-fitting black stockings, partially obscuring the entire opening of her vagina.
"Do you like it, little one? Your auntie dressed like this especially for you," Zhang Chunli said seductively, spreading her legs even wider.
I didn't say anything after hearing that, just smiled, completely ignoring it... In my heart, I thought, "You dressed these specifically for all the gentlemen who come to your place, didn't you? Wear them, you know I'm here today?" Of course, none of that mattered now.
I draped her stockinged legs over my shoulder, 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 that deep breath, that smell entered my nostrils, but I felt no disgust; I even somewhat liked the scent emanating from those stockinged feet—it was real.
I licked my lips, then lowered my head to kiss her calves, then bent down to kiss the stockings, moving downwards until my face stopped ten centimeters from her vulva. Her black-stockinged legs gradually wrapped around my back.
I looked closely at her vulva. Last time I came, I was drunk and only remembered the feeling after penetration. I completely forgot whether I looked at it then, or if I didn't look at it 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 pressed my tongue against her vaginal opening, then began to lick it fiercely.
Zhang Chunli was startled by this action, but quickly recovered and let out a moan.
Her moan seemed to have a stimulating effect on my spirit. Through the thin layer of stockings, I licked even more vigorously. Finally, she lay down on the hood, her hands pressing my head tightly, trying to bring my face closer to her vulva. Her legs, wrapped around my shoulders, began to rub vigorously.
I felt a few drops of water on my cheeks, but I didn't care. I just closed my eyes and licked and sucked. Later, I found the stockings too in the way and wanted to pull them aside, but I didn't want to let her take them off. I like women wearing stockings; I like the moment when stockings are torn! I bit down hard on a bit of the stocking with my teeth, rubbing them together. The black stockings were indeed of very good quality, the fibers were very strong, but they couldn't withstand my frantic biting. Of course, when I tore a hole in it, I told her I would give her more money... At that time, I was also thinking that when I left, I would take the black stockings with me as a souvenir.
The black stockings were torn open.
Her vaginal opening was now completely exposed to me. Without saying a word, I stuck out my tongue and inserted it. Before, because of the stockings, I couldn't feel the vaginal fluid very clearly, but now that my tongue was completely inside, I felt a lot of vaginal fluid. With my vigorous licking and stirring, a large amount of vaginal fluid came out and poured into my mouth.
Zhang Chunli's body, lying on the motorcycle hood, writhed even more violently, her moans growing increasingly lingering.
"Ah, ah, umm, ah...lick my pussy, ah, lick, lick my clitoris, umm...brother, ah..." Unconsciously, I found myself licking her vagina from below, savoring what felt like a delicious feast, never quite satisfied. A few more minutes passed, and then she insisted I fuck her, so I finally got up.
As I prepared to load my penis and thrust in, Zhang Chunli straightened up, lowered the hood, and squatted down, her eyes filled with lust, saying, "My big cock, good brother, let Auntie lick it for you too." Without waiting for my reply, she took my penis into her mouth.
Zhang Chunli was beneath me, vigorously sucking and swallowing, occasionally rubbing the edge of my glans with her teeth—very lightly, but most importantly, very ticklish.
Her oral skills were superb; once, during one of her deliberately forceful sucks, I even felt a mountain collapsing, a flood bursting its banks, my essence about to spill out. Fortunately, I managed to hold back, but the feeling of my ejaculation about to be overwhelmed grew stronger.
I thought I couldn't let her give me oral sex anymore, otherwise, surrendering before even entering her vagina 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 car hood.
Zhang Chunli clearly knew what I was going to do, and she moaned seductively, "Brother, come quickly... insert it into Auntie's little hole, Auntie is so uncomfortable, quickly insert it into Auntie's cunt, come in quickly." I lifted her black dress, exposing her entire buttocks. Her buttocks were large and very round, and her round, perky buttocks were tightly wrapped in stockings, even glistening in the sunlight.
I swallowed deeply; I realized I loved these big buttocks, especially those wearing stockings.
"Brother, big-dicked brother, come quickly, Auntie can't wait, come on, big-dicked brother," Zhang Chunli said wantonly, while 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 screamed in pain, then glared at me resentfully 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 could be heard, a continuous series of muffled sounds, indicating how much vaginal fluid was inside her.
As I was thrusting forcefully, my body touched her large buttocks, making a series of slapping sounds.
Just then, the door I had previously closed was pushed open…

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